After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Wei Zi clutched the handkerchief tightly.

She always knew that Wei Feishan wanted to marry a good family, but she didn't know that her mother and her plan were for the latter.

She quietly glanced at Wei Feifan.

The girl was staring at Zhou Xianfeng right and wrong, Yuan Xing's eyes flashed with thought, she immediately said softly: "Mother, Zhou Jing and I don't have a good relationship, she definitely won't let her elder brother marry me as a princess."

"So, you have to work hard in secret." Xue Ziyu said in a persuasive tone, "When your father was young and famous in the army, how do you think I stood out from so many girls who admired him and married him? What? Most men are simple-minded, and if you try to trick him, he will be hooked. You have to take the initiative and find ways to catch him."

Wei Feishan bit her lip: "My daughter knows."

After Zhou Xianfeng knocked out his fifth opponent, the audience burst into applause.

Wei Huanjin couldn't wait, and immediately entered the arena to make gestures with Zhou Xianfeng.

Wei Zi watched for a moment, then quietly got up and left the table.

She wanted to talk to Zhou Jing and play, but just as she walked through a holly bush, a cloud of snow suddenly hit her from behind.

She turned around, and the young man in black narrow-sleeved robe was leaning against the tree with folded arms, holding a piece of wheat straw in his mouth, and his fox eyes were full of evil spirits.

It was Xiao Fengxian.

He hooked his thin red lips, and said, "Are the corners good-looking?"

Wei Zi smiled: "Naturally it's pretty."

Xiao Fengxian spat out the straw, and teased in a sneering tone: "I'm afraid it's not the horns that look good, but Zhou Xianfeng's body looks good, right?"

Wei Zi recalled that when Zhou Xianfeng took off his clothes, his chest muscles were strong, and he wore two thick gold bracelets between his arms. When he bowed his muscles were tight and had a beautiful streamlined feel. To a certain extent, he really looked good.

She replied honestly, "They all look good."

"you--"

Xiao Fengxian choked: "I haven't seen each other for so long, my sister-in-law deliberately angered me! Could it be that mine doesn't look good? When I was in Lingzhou, every time I practiced halberds in the garden, you would secretly—"

"Stop!" Wei Zi blushed, "Why are you talking about the past? But you, why are you staying here alone if you don't play with those young masters?"

"There are circles among bureaucrats, such as the circle of the fourth prince Zhou Xianfeng and your brother. It is difficult for people of our background to squeeze in, so naturally we can't get along."

Xiao Fengxian walked with her on the path, and glanced at the rabbit fur edelweiss on her bun.

The girl is strange, she can wear any kind of flowers on her head, this hairpin is fluffy, she wears it like a jade rabbit spirit.

He quietly twirled his hands behind his back, suppressing the urge to pluck the rabbit's fur.

"Then where did you come from?" Wei Zi was curious.

Xiao Fengxian pointed to the direction of the dragon tent with his eyes.

Wei Zi understood: "Are you going out of the city with the emperor? It seems that His Majesty thinks highly of you."

In the dace fish case, Xiao Fengxian turned his back on the crown prince and chose to side with the emperor.

Wei Zi knew very well that Xiao Fengxian's journey to the top of the cloud had just begun.

"The Son of Heaven is in a bad mood recently, so he decided to come to the outskirts of the city to offer sacrifices to the heaven." Xiao Fengxian said casually, "Sister-in-law's name has been registered with the Son of Heaven. From now on, it's best not to mess around like last time. No matter who you marry, there will be no second Empress Jiang who will give her life to help you."

Wei Zi pursed her lips.

It turned out that Xiao Fengxian also knew about these things she knew.

When I was young in Lingzhou, the theater troupes loved to sing about how wise and powerful the Son of Heaven was, and how he cared for the people. Ordinary people like them regarded the Son of Heaven as the son of a real dragon who saved all people from suffering.

But now she knows that the so-called son of the real dragon is also a mortal.

As a human being, there are good and evil, good and bad.

He tried in vain to punish her and fetter her with the absurd gift of marriage, which showed that he was not kind, nor was he a good person.

She never revered him again.

She lowered her eyelashes and asked casually, "Why is he in a bad mood?"

"Recently, a nursery rhyme has been circulating in the city. Has my sister-in-law heard it?"

"Nursery Rhymes?"

"In the year of Jian'an, Xuanke Temple was dressed in blood; a man, dressed in white, came across the river; the fishing drum was broken, and the baby was crying and buried in the snow." Xiao Fengxian repeated in a low voice, "Hearing about it, the Son of Heaven had a headache, and that's how he got it." This time the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven."

Wei Zi frowned: "It sounds familiar... By the way, I seem to have heard a little beggar passing by outside Magpie Bridge Fairy's shop humming. Second brother, what's so strange about this nursery rhyme?"

"In the third year of Jian'an, that is, the third year after the emperor came to the throne, my court Dingbei led thirteen generals to negotiate peace with the crown prince of Beiyan and several envoys at Xuanke Temple, intending to end the continuation of the two countries. 20 years of war. Unexpectedly, King Dingbei suddenly tore up the covenant, and tortured and killed the crown prince Beiyan, his envoys, and a monk in 430 in the temple. Emperor Yan was furious, even though I offered Dingbei to him The heads of King Bei and those thirteen lieutenants could not appease his pain of losing his son. He led his troops southward, smashed through thirteen cities in our dynasty, and killed [-] troops under King Ding Bei."

The sky is grey.

The long wind is cold, and the surrounding pines and cypresses are as green as frozen jade.

Wei Zi was puzzled: "I am also familiar with history books, but I have never seen King Dingbei in the books."

Xiao Fengxian's eyes showed a touch of blood: "He is the half-brother of the Son of Heaven. He fought against the enemy at the age of 13, won three cities in Beiyan at the age of 16, single-handedly killed the most valiant general of Beiyan at the age of 17, and led the army at the age of 19. Go straight to the holy mountain in the hinterland of Beiyan, and capture the other party's princess. It's a pity that because of the tragic murder in Xuanke Temple, the emperor ordered no historian to record his name and deeds. I think that in a hundred years, no one in the world will know Da Zhou again There was such a god of war."

Wei Zi guessed that Xiao Fengxian heard about these things from Hua Yannong.

She asked curiously: "But why did he torture and kill Beiyan's crown prince? Could it be that they had personal grievances?"

"No, he and the Crown Prince didn't know each other on the battlefield. They have a very good relationship. They agreed to become brothers after the peace talks. They traveled around the mountains and rivers and saw the scenery of the world together. That's why the massacre was so shocking." People are shocked. Both countries believe that King Dingbei is a treacherous villain, and the emperor is even ashamed to mention his name. Even the families of the thirteen lieutenants are also implicated in this case."

"'Xuanke Temple, Blood Clothes Clothes' originally refers to what happened 18 years ago." Wei Zi murmured, "The emperor forbids people to mention it, but someone made it into a nursery rhyme and it was widely sung in the city. Second brother , it seems that someone wants to revisit the old case. But I don't know what the "White Clothes Crossing the River" in the nursery rhyme refers to."

I don't know when, Xixue is alone.

Xiao Fengxian was also puzzled: "In short, it has nothing to do with you and me."

He looked at the edelweiss flower on the side of Wei Zizan's bun, and felt that this little flower hairpin was as delicate and lovely as its owner. Picked up the ears of the Jade Rabbit Spirit.

In the corner in the distance, Zhou Xianfeng and Wei Huanjin came and went evenly matched.

In the stands, Yu Hehuan suddenly raised her head as if feeling something.

The cold wind from the dace river in the north sent snowflakes above the clouds, softly filling her sleeves and vermilion skirt.

She blinked, and the slender eye feathers covered with fine snow seemed to have turned pure white.