After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

When the little maids heard that the eldest lady was going to have a happy event, they immediately started talking about it, and all of them were beaming.

Qingju quietly glanced at Wei Zi.

Others don't know what's on Miss's mind, but she does.

The young lady loves the young master, but because of human relations and etiquette, she has always been tolerant, but if she violates her sincerity and marries someone else, won't she regret it in the future?Won't you be unwilling?

She is just a servant girl and dare not talk too much about this kind of matter. Although she secretly hopes that the young lady and the young master will be together, she will respect other choices made by the young lady.

A few clouds floated from the sky to cover the sun, and the long wind from the north brought scattered grass and leaves, and there was a hint of rain.

Wei Zi stretched out his hand towards the outside of the corridor, and caught a withered flying flower.

Grandmother wanted to arrange a marriage for her, but she saw that the palace might not allow her to marry the Second Highness.

This marriage probably won't work.

What's more, Xiao Fengxian is still there.

As long as that person's heart is still with her, he will not watch her marry someone else.

As soon as the quilt was dried in the He'an Hall, it rained for two consecutive days in the capital, and it didn't stop until the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The palace banquet is held in the evening.

In the afternoon, Zhen Guo Gong Wei Ling brought Wei Huanjin and other male relatives into the palace ahead of time, and the female relatives took a step later. Wei Zi was ready and entered the palace with Mrs. Wei in a carriage, accompanied by Xue Ziyu and Wei Feishan.

The carriage stopped outside the Nanhua Gate, Wei Zi supported Mrs. Wei, and under the guidance of the maidservant, she walked through the palace lane with the female family members of other families, and went to pay her respects to the queen first.

She was cautious in her words and deeds all the way, and occasionally used her peripheral vision to glance over the tall eaves and the flying heavy buildings, but she saw the majestic and majestic palace, with red walls and yellow tiles, dignified and solemn.

When she was young, she used to playfully run through these palace alleys...

But she can't remember any of it now.

When passing through a corner of a palace alley, Wei Zi and others happened to bump into several young people passing by not far away.

The leader is obviously Xiao Fengxian.

After resting for more than half a month, he washed away the haggard and filthy filth from the water treatment and embankment repairs. Now he is wearing a brand-new indigo round-neck official robe, with red lips, white teeth, and beautiful complexion. Among them, it seems to stand out from the crowd.

In the distance, Xiao Fengxian also glanced at Wei Zi.

Wei Zi lowered his head subconsciously.

After the young men left, a noble lady inquired curiously: "Which family is the leader? He is so handsome and beautiful! I have never seen him before!"

"Do you want to promise him your precious daughter?" Another lady teased and joked, "He is the famous Tanhualang this spring, and he followed His Royal Highness the whole summer in the suburbs of the city. I've seen some of them."

"Oh, it turned out to be him. I heard that when he was just in high school, Tan Hualang was going to hold a banquet to marry his wife, but that woman suddenly escaped from marriage, which made him a big joke! Tsk tsk, such a young talent is not looked down upon , I don’t know where the woman came from, which family she is from..."

Wei Zi secretly raised his eyebrows.

In her previous life, Xiao Fengxian became famous in the capital because of her swift and resolute methods.

Unexpectedly, she became famous in this life because of her escape from marriage.

"However," another woman interjected, "Although he is good, he has a mother who is not on the stage. Don't you know? His mother is a low-level prostitute in Lingzhou City. The booth looks like this No matter how handsome and beautiful he was, no family in the capital was willing to promise a girl to him. That woman escaped marriage, presumably because she looked down on his background. To put it bluntly, a prostitute The child born, no matter how good at reading, it is estimated that there is no good thing under the skin."

When the female relatives heard the words, they all sighed.

Wei Zi secretly squeezed the handkerchief.

not like this.

Her escape from marriage was not because of Xiao Fengxian's background.

Xiao Fengxian...

It's not as bad as they think.

"Also, I heard that his father, mother and elder brother are all in Beijing, but he has cut off contact with his family members. Look, can this be done by one person? Even a dog knows how to deal with it. The owner who raised it begged for mercy and was grateful, which shows that he has no respect for his elders and a cold heart!"

"..."

All kinds of gossip came out of these women's mouths.

In the words, Xiao Fengxian seemed to be a heinous person, and the old Xiao and his wife were very pitiful and bitter.

Listening to these people's slander, Wei Zi frowned deeper and deeper.

The young man who was slandered and humiliated by them was her salvation in the terrible abyss of the Xiao family.

It was also the young man she knelt in the Buddhist temple and hid on the tip of her heart to pray for him.

Finally, she couldn't help but said: "Don't persuade others to be kind before they suffer. You have never experienced what he has experienced, how do you know that what he is doing now is unfilial and evil?"

There was a moment of silence in the palace alley.

The women came back to their senses and recognized that the speaker was the young lady who had just returned from the Wei family, and they couldn't help showing fear.

They were not afraid of Wei Zi, but the old Mrs. Wei beside her.

Murong Xiangxue waved her round fan, and suddenly walked out from among the female relatives.

She stared at Wei Zi with a smile: "Miss Wei used to be his eldest sister-in-law, so naturally she has to protect him. As Miss Wei said, even if it is justifiable for him to set up his own family, his biological mother is indeed a brothel prostitute. Are we right? It is said that the son of a dragon, a dragon, a phoenix, and a phoenix, a mouse can make holes. Since his biological mother is lowly, how can he be so noble?"

After the Suburban Poetry Club, she and Xiao Fengxian's Liang Zi were married.

But whenever Xiao Fengxian was mentioned, she had to step on it.

Wei Zi is neither humble nor overbearing: "A person cannot choose his own origin. His mother is already a remarkable woman who gave birth to him and protected him in such an unbearable place. What Miss Murong said is an insult to a mother who does not care about her. Love reserved."

When the voice fell to the ground, the female relatives were silent.

Some older women couldn't help feeling guilty for the slander just now.

They are also the mothers of their children. They know that a woman giving birth is like going through the gates of hell. Even if the midwife and doctor are present, their hearts are still hanging by a thread. Just imagine, if you are in the dire situation of Xiao Fengxian's mother, you will not be able to protect yourself. How can you have the courage to give birth to a baby?

Xiao Fengxian's mother is indeed remarkable.

Mrs. Wei looked at Wei Zi.

The girl stood by the vermilion palace wall, her crow-green hair was combed into a neat high bun, and two small gold beads and osmanthus fringed gold hairpins were attached to the side of the bun. She clearly had a charming and charming face, but because of her small face The dignified earnestness in the world and the compassion and compassion in the peach blossom eyes give birth to a little Buddha nature.

Madam Wei held back her tears and shook her head with emotion.

Her little purple is a good one.

During the 12 years of wandering abroad, he was obviously trapped in the abyss and suffered a lot of grievances, but he still had a fiery heart.

Obviously no one is caring and helping, but still willing to show mercy to the world.

"The posture of willows is like falling in the wind; the quality of pines and cypresses is luxuriant with frost."

That said, it's probably someone like Xiao Zi.

"Ah."

Suddenly, an old sneer came from behind the female relatives.

"grandmother!"

Murong Xiangxue's eyes lit up, and she quickly stepped forward to help the old woman who was holding the Buddhist beads.