After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 275 What a Couple of Little Enemies
There was already an uproar on the shore.

The emperor suddenly crushed the tourmaline beads in his hand, stood up suddenly, and the dragon eyes were majestic and fierce, staring at the small wooden boat.

Wei Zi noticed him out of the corner of his eye, and was stunned.

She has good eyesight and can clearly see the blue veins on Zhou Shuo's neck. Those long and narrow dark eyes are slightly scarlet, as if what she is facing is not a small wooden boat with tattered sails, but a ship between heaven and earth. A monstrous colossus.

Wei Zi suddenly had a strange illusion in his heart.

At this moment, the most supreme emperor in the world seemed to be inexplicably small and humble in front of that dilapidated and dilapidated wooden boat.

Could it be that such a small wooden boat has a different origin?
Prime Minister Murong Tao got up, put one hand on his snow-white beard that was blowing in the cold wind, and ordered: "Who dares to pretend to be a ghost under the eyes of the emperor?! Where is the Imperial Forest Army, hurry up and arrest him!"

The Royal Forest Army came out in full force, and went straight to the small wooden boat on the lake.

However, the fog was too thick, and when they finally searched for the small wooden boat, the people on board had disappeared, only a few old blood clothes thrown in the boat.

The Imperial Forest Army dragged the small wooden boat ashore and sent it to Zhou Shuo.

Looking into the distance, Wei Zi could vaguely see the lyrics of the nursery rhyme written in blood on the sails, which looked quite creepy in the ice and snow.

Murong Tao sternly said: "A group of idiots, so many people, you can't even catch a thief, what's the use of you?! Why don't you continue to search along the lake?! Also, what are you dragging such dirty and filthy things ashore? It's just staining His Majesty's eyes! Why don't you drag it away and burn it! Drag it away, drag it away!"

The Imperial Forest Army panicked and dragged the small wooden boat away.

However, all the civil and military officials present saw the nursery rhyme.

There are old people who know about the past in Jian'an, they all frowned and shook their heads and sighed. When the younger generation asked about it, they explained in a low voice how cruel and heartless King Dingbei was, how he brutally killed hundreds of monks and Beibei monks in Xuanke Temple. How did the envoy of Yan betray his faith and slaughter his sworn brother, the crown prince of Beiyan?

"Since then, sixteen cities north of the Xuanhu River have fallen, and a large area of ​​land has been trampled by Beiyan's iron hooves." Wei Ling explained to Wei Huanjin and Wei Feishan what happened back then, with a bit of embarrassment in his words, " Then Ding Beiwang is my Great Zhou God of War at such a young age, he is invincible on the battlefield, I didn't expect to do such a thing, what a fool!"

Wei Feifan curled her lips: "It must be eager for quick success, using the peace talks to lure the Prince of Beiyan into the urn, hoping to kill him to gain military merits. But I didn't expect that the people in the surrounding areas will suffer. This kind of person is no different from treason. People deserve to be punished!"

Wei Ling was silent.

That's what everyone says.

Everyone cast aside Dingbei King Zhou Wuyang.

Zhou Wuyang was known among the people as the "God of War to Protect Frontiers". Since then, the common people have deprived him of this title spontaneously. After his head was beheaded, they scrambled to snatch his body and buried him in a grave near the Xuanhu River. On the high mountain, the people nearby still often throw rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs in front of his grave.

On his tombstone, the government engraved the seven shameful characters of "Treasonous Minister Zhou Wuyang". In recent years, children often went to his grave with a small dagger and carved some insulting words beside his tombstone.

King Dingbei, the glorious god of war in the past, fell to this point after his death.

Wei Ling inadvertently remembered that when he was young, he used to drink with Zhou Wuyang in the frontier. Zhou Wuyang was six or seven years younger than himself, and he was born in a wealthy family. Wine gourd, white horse and gold galloping through the streets of the border town, he was so handsome and wild that the little ladies in the pavilions by the street shyly opened the windows to peep, blushing like the sunset clouds in the desert.

He comes from a noble background but has no pretensions. He has first-class riding and shooting, and he can hold a lot of alcohol.

Everyone in the barracks liked him very much.

There were even rumors that Princess Beiyan, who was captured alive by him, had a secret love for him.

But who would have expected...

In the end, would he die so miserably?

He was only 20 years old when he died, and he was not yet married, and he didn't even have a child left behind.

Wei Ling recalled the past and couldn't help sighing secretly.

Then he thought again, 18 years ago, the emperor personally ordered that no one should mention Zhou Wuyang and Jian'an's past, but today's play is clearly aimed at revisiting the old case. What can't be hidden?
To make that person willing to take such a big risk, to appear in front of the emperor in this way...

lake shore.

Xiao Fengxian turned the black iron war halberd in his hand, and said: "It's noisy here, should I send my sister-in-law back to the camp?"

Wei Zi was absent-minded, only staring at the emperor from a distance.

Even though he was the Ninth Five-Year Lord, at this moment he seemed to be frightened, and he sat back on the chair in a slump, his face was very pale and ugly, his forehead was tightly covered with one hand, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips trembled slightly.

The eunuchs around yelled "Your Majesty has another headache attack", and hurriedly carried Zhou Shuo back to the dragon tent. The imperial doctors hurried over with the medicine box, and the scene was very chaotic.

Xiao Fengxian raised her eyebrows: "Sister-in-law?"

Wei Zi recovered and nodded obediently: "Then let's go back."

When walking back, Wei Zi couldn't help but look back at the thick fog that was gradually dissipating on the lake: "Second brother, this fog is strange and strange. I heard from my father that the officials who hoped to survey the weather specially. It's a cloudless day."

Xiao Fengxian held the pony in one hand and the war halberd in the other, with a smile on his lips: "Going to Beijing in winter, the weather is unpredictable."

"But--"

Wei Zi hadn't had time to speak when two people suddenly walked towards him.

It was Rong Jiarong and Yu Hehuan.

Wei Zi was surprised: "How did you get together? Did Mr. Rong come to Boss Yu specially to catch up on the old days? Yes, even I haven't seen Mr. Rong for a long time, and you two probably reunited after a long absence."

Rong Jiarong is Xiao Fengxian's staff.

Behind the scenes, he not only helped him handle business dealings, but also dealt with some officials in the court. The fortune-telling boy who was accidentally captured by Yunshen Temple back then has now become an important confidant of Xiao Fengxian.

Rong Jiarong curled his lips, and shook his folding fan with a gloomy expression on his face: "What are you talking about, she is a fierce person, and I have no old relationship with her, but we just ran into each other by chance!"

"Yo," Yu Hehuan lightly shook the round fan, "That's not what you said when you saw me just now, you said you wanted me to death, and you begged me to help you choose a good marriage!"

"You woman, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Rong Jiarong was slightly annoyed.

Wei Zi let out a sigh of relief: "The two of you are still the same as when you were in Lingzhou. You will quarrel when you meet. If you want me to say, one of you is a firecracker and the other is a flame. When you hit each other, you will explode. What a couple enemy."

"Joke, who is his enemy!"

The two refuted in unison.

Wei Zi held back his laughter and didn't dare to mention it again.

Xiao Fengxian stood quietly on one side, her eyes glanced at the slightly wet skirts of the two, and then quickly moved away.

(End of this chapter)