After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Xue Ziyu understood, and said: "Xiao Zi has just returned home, and she is not very familiar with the palace yet, why don't you let Fan go with you, so that we can take care of each other."

Wei Zi has no objection.

Anyway, she and Zhou Xianji had a clean relationship, and she wasn't afraid of Wei Feishan watching from the side.

Zhou Xianji lives in Jibei Palace.

Being led by the palace people into the palace room, I saw a large pasture in the distance, with a spring of running water running across it as a stream, and several elderly people wearing the narrow-sleeved Hu clothes of the Northland, slowly letting go of the grassland. Horses drinking water should be a lively scene, but unfortunately it is autumn, the grass leaves are withered, and it looks quite empty and desolate.

Wei Feifan glanced at Wei Zi: "You don't know yet, do you? Brother Xianji's biological mother is a princess of a different race in the North. When she entered Beijing as a concubine, the emperor specially built the Jibei Palace for her. He was afraid that she would be homesick, so he stayed in the palace. There is a pasture to raise horses, so as to comfort her homesickness. It is a pity that brother Xianji died of illness just after giving birth, and in this Jibei Palace, only brother Xianji lives alone from now on."

Her tone was rather smug, as if knowing something Wei Zi didn't know was a great thing.

Wei Zi was silent.

Passing through the white marble brick road, she noticed that there was a horse tethered in the stables in the distance. It was completely white without any stray hairs, and its mane was neatly combed. The son is more sturdy and beautiful.

"This is the seed that was born from the horse that was ridden by the concubine Bei when she came to Beijing." Wei Feifan's eyes revealed a kind of longing, "Only brother Xianji can get close to it, and anyone else who gets close will be pouted by it. Two years ago, the Third Highness took us here to play secretly. The Third Highness and his elder brother and his gang of young masters did not believe in evil and wanted to tame it, but they were all kicked away... If only I had this kind of horse that recognizes the owner. .”

Wei Feishan said, pointing to the weapon rack not far away: "Did you see that?"

Wei Zi looked over.

The weapons were empty, and only a silver gun was inserted obliquely.

It was exposed to the sun and rain, and no one used it, so the silver gun was already rusted and mottled.

She asked, "Did the Second Highness dance with a gun before?"

"Of course!" Wei Feifan recalled the past, and Yuan Xing's eyes showed a little admiration, "Brother Xianji's body was not as weak as it is now. It seems that he could dance with a spear and ride a horse until he was 14 years old. His marksmanship is very chic and beautiful. , the elder brother said, the concubine Bei comes from the grassland people, they are born to fight on horseback, brother Xianji has half of their blood flowing on his body, if he is not sick, he is probably a fierce general on the battlefield now, I am afraid Even he is not as powerful as brother Xianji."

Wei Zi listened fascinated.

What kind of picture would it look like for Zhou Xianji, such a gentle and cold person, riding a horse and carrying a gun?
As he spoke, he had already arrived in front of the palace.

Gong'e pushed open the palace door: "Your Highness has already taken the medicine, please come to the two girls."

Even though the servant has opened the window to let in the air, the hall still has a lingering smell of bitter medicine.

The most piled up in the hall are volumes of ancient books, Wei Zi guessed that Zhou Xianji used them to pass the time.

Zhou Xianji was dressed in white, leaning on the soft couch by the window, with a thin cloak over his shoulders, his face was very pale and weak.

After seeing the ceremony, Wei Feishan couldn't bear the smell of the medicine in front of him with a handkerchief, and said, "What medicine did Brother Xianji take, it smells so bitter, how did you drink it?!"

"Every autumn and winter, my body always suffers from several illnesses. I have already gotten used to it over the years." Zhou Xianji replied, his eyes fell on Wei Zi's face, "Sit down."

Gong'e brought a fruit plate and a sugar box, and said with a smile: "You two girls, don't be offended. It's been a long time since there have been any female guests in His Highness's palace. I haven't had time to prepare anything for the girl's favorite flower cakes. There is only this box of lotus seeds." Sugar. Almond tea has been ordered to be made and will be served shortly."

Wei Feishan smiled sweetly and sensiblely: "Thank you, let's just sit down and leave."

Because of the open window, the autumn wind blew into the hall, and Zhou Xianji coughed violently again.

Gong'e was very frightened and quickly closed the window.

Wei Zi frowned and said, "What kind of disease is it? Can't even the doctors in Taiyuan Hospital cure it?"

"Falling into the water hurt my heart and lungs when I was young, and that's why I caused these problems." Zhou Xianji tried his best to downplay it, but his voice became hoarse due to illness. He clenched his fists and coughed hard, "There is no cure, the doctor said, If it is properly maintained, it may be able to live a long life like ordinary people."

Wei Zi held a lotus seed candy tightly.

The icing melts in the warm fingertips and is slightly sticky.

She pressed the lotus seed candy between her lips and teeth. The so-called "well-maintained" means that she can no longer mount a horse, can no longer carry a gun, and is obviously the son of a woman from the Northland who should gallop freely on horseback. But he became a sick child trapped in the palace.

He will be imprisoned in the resplendent and resplendent palace, and he will never be able to blow the wind for the rest of his life, and he will never be able to return to the hometown of his mother and concubine...

Wei Feishan took a sip of the hot almond tea served by Gong'e.

Yuan Xing's eyes flashed with calculations.

The mother taught her to maintain a good relationship with all the princes, and never give her heart to any one easily, but Zhou Xianji, he is so sick, who knows how many years he will live, obviously it is impossible to inherit It's over.

It's a pity for such a noble background.

She regretted secretly, closed the lid of the tea, and stood up with a smile: "Brother Xianji, it's getting late, sister and I should retire."

Zhou Xianji nodded, his eyes lingered on Wei Zi's face, he paused, and then he said: "Xiao Zi is free on weekdays, so you can come to my palace for a sit. I recently got a few interesting collections of folk stories. In the future I have a chance to tell you."

There is still an hour before leaving Jibei Palace and leaving the banquet.

The female relatives are still taking turns to visit the empresses of each palace.

Wei Zi was about to go to Mrs. Wei, when a little palace lady rushed over to meet her.

She bowed to the two of them, and said respectfully: "Miss Ji Zhaoyi invites Miss Wei and Miss Wei to go to the palace to talk."

"Miss Ji Zhaoyi?"

Wei Zi was curious.

The little maid explained: "My mother is the biological mother of His Highness the Third Highness."

Zhou Xianyang's biological mother...

Wei Zi was stunned, and couldn't help but take another look at Wei Feifan.

She knew that Zhou Xianyang loved Wei Feishan, and when Ji Zhaoyi invited them to talk, it must be for Wei Feishan.

Wei Feifan curled his lips, with disdain on his brows, and said, "Lead the way."

Ji Zhaoyi's face was ordinary, and her demeanor was very reserved.

Seeing the two sisters coming in, she hurriedly got up to greet her, held Wei Feishan's hand affectionately, and said flatteringly in her voice, "I've been looking forward to you coming to my palace to play since noon, and I've been looking forward to it until now. Two days ago, I ordered the Imperial Dining Room to prepare flower cakes and pastries, all of which are your favorites."

"Thank you, Lady Zhaoyi."

Wei Feifan smiled lightly and distantly.

Wei Zi looked at the colorful pastries on the dazzling table, and raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

Ji Zhaoyi loves Wei Feishan very much, but Wei Feishan doesn't seem to like her very much.

That's right, I heard that Ji Zhaoyi was born as a court lady, the emperor was drunk and confused for a time, and she was lucky enough to conceive an heir, but even if she gave birth to a prince, he lived in the deep palace for another 20 years, and only now was he granted the title of Zhaoyi.

Wei Fei's eyes are higher than the top, and it's not uncommon for her to look down on her.