After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 252 Wei Zi, I Miss You So Much All These Years
The princess is pungent.

Wei Zi realized that Zhou Jing didn't like Wei Feifan.

Wei Feishan is lively and lovely, and everyone in the royal family loves her very much. Why doesn't Zhou Jing like her?

At this moment, Wei Feishan's delicate and beautiful face suddenly turned pale, and the knuckles holding the cup turned white.

Tears rolled in her eyes, she whispered: "Sister Jing knows that I don't mean it..."

Tears fell down, and she leaned against Wei Huanjin's side: "Brother..."

"Zhou Jing." Wei Huanjin was displeased, and called her by name, "You didn't come back for a year, what did you do to my sister when you came back?! You know that Fan'er is sensitive, why did you bring up the matter of adoption?"

Zhou Jing slapped the table and stood up: "She was adopted in the first place, could I be wrong?! I have heard that people in the Duke of Zhen's mansion prefer the adopted daughter to the neglect of the eldest daughter. I didn't believe it when I heard it in the palace yesterday. I saw it today! Wei Feishan and Wei Zi didn’t cry, why do you have the face to cry?!”

"Enough!" Wei Huanjin snapped, protecting Wei Feifan behind his back, "Zhou Jing, if you came to my house today just to reprimand Faner, then you are not welcome in the Zhenguo Mansion!"

The fourth prince Zhou Xianfeng's face sank, and he put his chopsticks on the table: "Wei Huanjin, what are you talking about?! We grew up wearing a pair of trousers when we were young, and you have a temper to attack me. Why are you angry at my sister?" ?!"

The atmosphere in Baoxia was gloomy and tense.

Zhou Jing glared at Wei Feishan fiercely, and walked away with a flick of her sleeves.

Wei Zi caught up with her in the corner of the garden: "Fifth Princess."

Zhou Jing was standing next to a low plum blossom tree. The willow-yellow narrow-sleeved gown made her slender and tall, with a leather belt around her waist and leather boots. The plum tree is bald.

Wei Zi looked at the fallen petals on the ground with distress, and persuaded softly: "Your Highness, why should you be angry over a trivial matter, and hurt the harmony with my brother for nothing."

"Small things?" Zhou Jing's eyebrows were as cold and sharp as a knife, "Wei Zi, I'm for you. I've long since disliked Wei Feifan, she knows to pester your brother every day, acting coquettishly like a fairy. I hate her. Every time I see her with your family these years, I want to rip her face to pieces! Obviously you have been abducted, and your whereabouts are unknown. Why should she be replaced by you? Father, brother and mother love..."

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly turned red.

She took off a handful of plum petals, and threw it at Wei Zi as if losing her temper: "Wei Fei fan is annoying, and you are annoying too!"

Wei Zi was startled: "Your Highness?"

"Don't call me Your Highness! I hate this title, I hate you now!"

Zhou Jing stomped her feet irritably.

She couldn't help but looked at Wei Zi a few more times, and finally her nose was sore, she burst into tears, trotted forward and hugged Wei Zi tightly.

The girl's body is flexible and warm.

Wei Zi froze in place: "Grand...His Royal Highness?"

"We had a great time when we were young. You were my companion who was chosen by me. When you stayed in the palace, you always shared the same bed with me..."

Zhou Jing suddenly choked up.

She was strong by nature, as if she was afraid that others would find her crying, so she buried her face in Wei Zi's neck, and all those tears fell into Wei Zi's skirt, flowing over her skin, scorching hot.

"Wei Zi, these years, I miss you so much..."

Every time I see Wei Fei fan, I think of Wei Zi once.

Seeing that Wei Feifan was loved by the Zhen Guogong once, he felt sorry for Wei Zi once.

Her handkerchief has been left for 12 years, and things have changed in Shangjing, and even her close relatives have begun to forget her.

But she dare not forget.

She dare not forget that delicate and lively little Wei Zi.

She always hoped that her little Wei Zi would find his way home one day in the future.

The cold wind from the north roared past, rolling up the petals all over the ground.

When Wei Zi breathed, there was the sweet, cold and hot breath of the girl.

Some strange, but some familiar.

There was fluffy snow in the leaden gray sky, she blinked, and the fluffy snow that fell on her eyelashes turned into water droplets.

It turned out that during the years when she was abducted, besides her grandmother, there was another little girl in Shangjing who also missed her very much.

It's snowing.

But Wei Zi's eyes were hot, and she didn't feel cold at all.

Zhou Jing had cried enough, raised her weeping little face to stare at Wei Zi, reached out and grabbed her face: "Idiot, don't allow you to be abducted again, don't allow you to disappear for so long! Fuck it, I will kill you!" The person who kidnapped you back then finds out and chops it up!"

Wei Zi took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern. Fortunately, I have returned safely."

"You're still married..." Zhou Jing choked up again, "When we were young, we played the game of pretending to be a bride, and we agreed that I would add makeup to you when you got married... I heard that person treated you badly, You acted as a maidservant, betrayed you and married a girl from the Changping Hou Mansion after being admitted to Jinshi, I was so mad, what, you dumped him ten blocks without turning around! Companion to this princess, even this book Even the princess is reluctant to order her around, how dare he abuse her like this!"

She really felt sorry for Wei Zi.

Wei Zi held her hand tightly, and said with red eyes, "If Your Highness cries again, I will cry too."

The two were talking to each other when a blue figure suddenly appeared in the garden.

Xiao Lingxiao picked up the plum blossom branches slanting in front of him, and saw the two tearful girls at a glance. The one in the yellow robe must be the fifth princess.

He pretended to turn a blind eye, frowned and recited: "It's not too late to be sleepy and lazy. It's not appropriate to be self-pity and cold-faced. Sometimes I look like a little red peach and apricot, elegant, still lonely and thin..."

As he was chanting, seeing Wei Zi and Zhou Jing staring at him, he was stunned as if he had just realized it, and then he clenched his fist to cover his lips and coughed, bowing gently and shyly: "Xiao saw the plum blossoms in the garden. Blooming in full bloom, the poetry was unbearable for a while, so I recited it aloud. Xiao has disturbed the two of you."

Back then, that was how he took down Sun Huangchan.

Just imagine, the cold winter, the sparse shadows of plum blossoms, and the elegant and elegant youth singing poems under the plum blossoms. Which Huaichun girl can resist such a scene?

At that time, Sun Huangchan was so fascinated that he almost fainted to the ground, repeatedly praising him for his extraordinary literary talent and suave manner, and he was the only one who would not marry if he fell in love at first sight.

Come to think of it, Wei Zi and the fifth princess would also be very moved by him.

"Xiao?" Zhou Jing raised her eyebrows, "Could it be that you are Xiao Lingxiao?"

Xiao Lingxiao smiled shyly and introverted, completely ignoring the murderous look in Zhou Jing's eyes: "Yes, Xiao Lingxiao, a Jinshi in the 13th year of Jianyuan and a sixth-rank Imperial Academy attendant, is here. Since the princess has heard the name of Weichen, could it be Xiaozi? Did I mention Weichen to you? Or, Her Royal Highness has read the article I wrote?"

Wei Zi was speechless for a while.

People asked him if he was Xiao Lingxiao, but he was so lucky that he even reported his official position.

Those who didn't know thought he was on a blind date.

"Oh, you are Xiao Lingxiao..." Zhou Jing dragged out her voice, her eyes were sharp, and her smile was weird, "You are pretty, so it's no wonder you can enter the Marquis of Changping."

"Your Highness is too well-reputed. It's not because of appearance, but because of talent that Hou Ye can fall in love with this humble minister."

Xiao Lingxiao smiled modestly.

(End of this chapter)