After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Murong Jiuli twirled his braid, and stared at Wei Zi unkindly.

Wei Zi noticed the chill on the back of his head, and couldn't help looking back.

Murong Jiuli showed a smile uglier than crying, bared his teeth, and lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear: "Sister Wei Zi, you don't think that this is the end of the dace river dam matter. right?"

Wei Zi raised his eyebrows: "What else do you want?"

"He is stupid and naive. You can help him once, but you can't help him the second time."

Murong Jiuli acted like a juggler, rubbed a small beautiful firework with her fingertips, and she blew it out before it even bloomed.

She smiled: "Look, maybe you and I can blow out a small firework, but we can't blow out the lights in the temple. If the lights in the temple are going to kill him, how can he survive?"

Wei Zi was silent.

The Minghua Hall is brightly lit like daytime.

Especially the huge brass palace lantern with dragons playing with pearls hanging directly above the dragon chair. The golden caged fires construct the resplendent body of the dragon, which is entrenched on the head of the emperor in a majestic and huge manner. In a trance, like a real dragon descending into the world.

Zhou Shuo and Zhou Xianyuan are father and son as well as monarchs and ministers.

If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.

If the Son of Heaven wanted Zhou Xianyuan to die, where would Zhou Xianyuan's life be?
Seeing that Wei Zi was silent, Murong Jiuli smiled playfully, stared at Zhou Xianyuan who was full of relief, picked up a piece of puff pastry mung bean cake and stuffed it into his mouth in a good mood.

Because of Li Jinglin's matter, the emperor was furious and left the meeting early, and Mrs. Wei could not hint about the marriage.

Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, fireworks were specially prepared at the Duanyang Gate, originally for the empress to watch.

After such a play, only a few young princes and ladies are still interested in watching it.

Mrs. Wei patted Wei Zi's hand, and said with a kind smile: "I am talking to some old sisters, Xiao Zi doesn't have to follow me, go play with your second sister. You young girls, you should take advantage of it Play more and see more when you are not out of the cabinet."

Wei Zifu saluted, and went to Duanyangmen together with other young people.

The fireworks are grand tonight, illuminating half of the sky.

Standing on the tower, you can overlook the whole Imperial Street. The Imperial Street is brightly lit and stretches towards the bustling market. The banners of restaurants and pavilions are displayed as brightly as day, and many entertainers from all over the world come here to perform a hundred operas. It drew bursts of applause.

Still thinking it wasn't interesting enough, Wei Huanjin and Song Chengyi brought a large box of fireworks sticks as if they were presenting treasures.

"Brother," Wei Fei clapped his hands, his round almond eyes curved like crescent moons, "you and brother Cheng Yi actually prepared these treasures!"

Wei Huanjin smiled gently, and distributed the fireworks sticks to the ladies of the official family present.

When it came to Wei Feifan, he thought that she was sensitive, and he didn't want her to think that he would not love her anymore after having a real sister, so he specially gave it a big handful, and pampered her cheek: "Beware of the sparks!" Splash it on your hair, if it burns to a bald spot, it depends on how you will marry in the future!"

"Brother is the most annoying!"

Wei Feifan pursed her lips and cursed, but her heart was as sweet as if soaked in honey.

The elder brother only gave her so many firework sticks, and even Wei Zi didn't have so many.

She peeped around from the corner of her eye, and the girls of the same age around her were all envious of her.

There was even a little girl who admired Wei Huanjin, quietly approached Wei Feishan, and said flatteringly, "Sister Shan, does your brother have a woman he likes? I heard that he wanted to take a concubine some time ago, but that Miss Xiao There is no luck, and it will be gone before you get through the door. Does your brother like women like her?"

"It's Xiao Dujuan who sticks close to my brother, and my brother doesn't like her at all."

Wei Feishan replied crisply.

She held the pyrotechnic stick tightly and looked at Wei Huanjin, who was leaning slightly and tirelessly helping the little girls light the pyrotechnic stick.

The pyrotechnic stick ignites a golden flame, and the beautiful sparks are scattered like stars.

The youth's eyes are like stars, his profile is clear and handsome, and his bones reveal the good upbringing of the aristocratic family.

At this moment, Wei Feishan suddenly thought, it would be fine if his brother didn't marry a wife.

In that case, the elder brother's favorite girl will always be only her.

Wei Feifan pursed her lips.

Even the fireworks couldn't illuminate her dark, round almond eyes.

She seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be answering: "You also want to be my sister-in-law? Are you worthy? There is no woman in the world who is worthy of my brother."

Fireworks roared into the sky.

The girl who asked the question was stunned, but when she came back to her senses, she found that Wei Fei was laughing, as if she had hallucinated what she said just now.

Wei Zi stood at the corner of the deserted tower, holding a firework stick in his hand.

The elder brother was surrounded by the group of coquettish official ladies, and he couldn't spare time to help her light the fireworks.

She looked at it for a while, and suddenly a shadow fell.

She looked up suddenly.

Xiao Fengxian did not know where to get the firecracker, and she was lighting a firework stick for her with a casual expression, with her fox eyes down.

With the light of the fire, the beautiful flame sparks scattered and splashed in an instant, like a handful of brilliant meteors in the hand.

Wei Zi admired it from a close distance, and felt dazed: "It's so beautiful..."

Shanyin County is remote and backward, and there are no such beautiful and exquisite fireworks sticks that can be held and set off in one's hand.

Xiao Fengxian put away the fire folder, curled her thin lips wantonly, and smiled a bit wickedly: "Sister-in-law is so pitiful, look, even your own brother doesn't have time to take care of you. It can be seen that in this world, I am the only one who cares about you the most."

Wei Zi is not as sensitive as Wei Feishan.

Whether her brother cares about her or not, she has her own judgment.

Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle: "Congratulations to my second brother on taking up the post and becoming the new minister of the Ministry of Industry. His Royal Highness is benevolent. I am very happy that you work with him."

"The sister-in-law is too happy," Xiao Fengxian said casually, "I have never surrendered to the crown prince."

Wei Zi just thought he was stubborn.

Seeing him staring at the firework stick in his hand, Wei Zi said: "Second brother, if you want to set off fireworks, you might as well ask my elder brother for some. If you are later, others will snatch them all."

"Naive, only children like this kind of thing."

Xiao Fengxian sneered in disgust.

As the last sparks splashed out, the pyrotechnic stick went out silently.

Wei Zi's thoughts were still unfinished: "No more."

She glanced at Wei Huanjin's box again, and there was no stock left in it.

Xiao Fengxian sneered again, and suddenly took out a few fireworks sticks from his sleeves, and handed them to Wei Zi nonchalantly: "Here, I'll give you some."

Wei Zi was surprised: "Where did you get it?"

Xiao Fengxian didn't bother to answer her, and lit a fire for her with his fox eyes down.

This was bought in a roadside shop before he entered the palace.

He thought it was a novelty, and his sister-in-law had never seen it before, so he bought a few specially.

He didn't want to give it to the girl next to him.

He just wanted to show it to his sister-in-law alone.

The fire pocket is quietly polished.

Different from the color of the firework stick just now, this one in Wei Zi's hand is white and bright, like pear blossoms reflecting snow, and like countless cold stars falling on a snowy night.

"so beautiful!"

She was pleasantly surprised.

Xiao Fengxian stared at her, the girl's clear peach blossom eyes were reflecting brilliant sparks.

It's really beautiful.