After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 334 You like him, but you have been holding back until now
Hua Yannong easily avoided Xiao Fengxian's blow.

He landed lightly next to the bookshelf, and the tortoiseshell cat jumped into his arms again as if it was spiritual. It lazily licked its paws and gave Xiao Fengxian a somewhat contemptuous glance.

Hua Yan chuckled: "You learned most of your kung fu from me. You don't think that an apprentice can defeat the master, do you?"

Xiao Fengxian narrowed her fox eyes unwillingly, and couldn't help clenching her hands into fists hanging by her legs.

The next moment, his figure appeared in front of Hua Yannong with lightning speed and strong murderous intent!
Hua Yannong was caught off guard and subconsciously raised her hand to block.

The tortoiseshell cat fell to the ground hastily, rolled somersaults, and quickly jumped out of the window.

The shadow of the candle swayed, and the ancient books placed on several bookshelves flew violently. As the two began to fight, the emerald screen suddenly shattered like a spring mountain, most of the precious nanmu tables and chairs turned into powder, lamps shattered, doors and windows were damaged, and the entire study room It turned into ruins in an instant!
Thirty rounds later, the two of them fought from the study to the courtyard. The locust trees were whirling and the plantains were swaying, and the birds perched on the eaves and branches were also frightened away.

After another thirty rounds, Hua Yannong slapped Xiao Fengxian on the chest.

Xiao Fengxian's body softened and she knelt down on one knee. She immediately turned pale and coughed out a mouthful of blood!

Hua Yannong's figure quickly retreated and quickly steadied herself in front of a stone lantern.

His wide sleeves slowly dropped, he picked up the tortoiseshell cat again and stared deeply at Xiao Fengxian.

After a while, he half-smiled: "After all these years, I really haven't made any progress at all. Compared with your father, you are a loser."

Xiao Fengxian's eyes were bloodshot and red, and she stared at Hua Yannong.

Hua Yannong went even further with sarcasm: "If looks could kill, I would have died thousands of times."

The night wind is gentle.

Hua Yannong turned around and walked out of the house casually: "Your father asked me to raise you before he died. Now I have fulfilled your father's last wish. As for whether you want to reverse his case and avenge him, you can see for yourself. Let’s do it.”

His figure gradually merged into the dark night.

It wasn't until he turned into a brightly lit veranda that he stood still holding the cat in his arms.

He put down the cat, and the elegant posture he had managed to maintain finally collapsed. He weakly supported the corridor pillar, covered his lips with a handkerchief in one hand, and coughed heavily at Basho outside the corridor.

He looked at the handkerchief. The white silk handkerchief was covered with blood.

He stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve with a dark face: "You damn bastard, you're so cruel..."

"Master."

The confidant eunuch appeared behind him and said respectfully in confusion: "Isn't it just for revenge that you brought Xiao Fengxian to Beijing? In order to make him ruthless and loveless and concentrate on revenge, you even took Wei Zi away from him. But. Why did you leave the choice in his hands tonight? Aren't you worried that he will really elope with Wei Zi? "

Hua Yannong raised her eyes, her eyes dark.

The lantern cast Basho's whirling shadow on his side and half body, and he said leisurely: "He and Wei Zi are inseparable from Meng Meng, and blindly breaking them up will only be counterproductive. Like Rong Jiarong, he was raised by me personally. A child who lived a happy life. Now that he knows his life experience, I bet that even if he elopes, he will definitely come back."

The little eunuch pursed his lips in disapproval.

Xiao Fengxian likes Wei Zi so much. If he can fly far away with her, how can he return to the capital, a place of right and wrong?
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In the lazy spring, moss has grown in the gaps between the bluestone bricks in the courtyard, and several peach trees are blooming with green. The tips of faint pink buds quietly appear on the gray-brown branches.

Wei Zi had breakfast with Mrs. Wei in the flower hall of He'an Hall. The light and shadow of spring shone into the hall through the open carved japanese fans. The girl was sitting at the round table in half-light, with her round and white chin slightly thin. , a deep purple peony hanging on the temples fell slightly, as if it was about to fall into the bowl of untouched sugar porridge.

Mrs. Wei has already finished her breakfast.

She took the handkerchief handed by the maid and wiped her hands carefully: "Xiao Zi seems to have no appetite these past two days."

Wei Zi put down the spoon and served the old man some fragrant tea: "In spring, I tend to be lazy and don't move around much, so my appetite is smaller." Mrs. Wei gently touched the tea cover, and the fragrant tea exuded a delicate fragrance.

Misty.

The grandfather and grandson were speechless, and Jin Mei suddenly came in happily and reported: "Old madam, eldest lady, the palace has sent a wedding dress! Miss, do you want to try it on now? If there is anything that doesn't fit, I can do it in time." Revise!"

There was no smile on Wei Zi's face: "Let's leave it for now."

Jin Mei answered yes and put away the wedding dress with a smile.

Mrs. Wei retired from the maids waiting in the hall, took a sip of tea slowly, and asked: "Did you go to the Xiao Mansion two days ago?"

Wei Zi paused slightly while taking the tea.

She lowered her head in shame: "Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from grandma's eyes... It was his birthday two days ago, and he saved his granddaughter on the night of the Lantern Festival, so the granddaughter took the risk to go to his house and wanted to do something for her. He cooked a bowl of longevity noodles. He went out privately at night. It was my granddaughter who made a mistake. I asked my grandmother to punish her."

The old man held her hand and motioned for her to sit next to him.

The old palm gently stroked the girl's white and plump cheek, and she sighed: "I know that you had a relationship with him when you were a teenager."

Wei Zi lowered his head deeply.

The relationship with Xiao Fengxian...

It's not a glamorous thing after all.

Mrs. Wei pity: "You have lost a lot of weight in the past two days because of him."

Wei Zi's eyes turned red.

She thought about the absurdity of that night and his proposal to elope, her heart was in a state of turmoil, and she couldn't sleep well or eat well.

"The relationship you had with him was against the rules and etiquette. It should have been cut off long ago." Mrs. Wei's tone was calm and there was no hint of emotion or anger. "I can see that you had this intention. But. , you just can’t do it. Xiaozi, you can’t forget him, you love him.”

Wei Zi closed his eyes.

A bitter taste like coptis spreads in her heart. She raises her hand to hold the hairpin that is about to fall. Her fingertips touch the petals. Thinking of the person who childishly secretly hid her hairpin, a hint of pain quietly surges up in her heart. Complex sweet.

Mrs. Wei had a clear view of her expression.

She asked: "You really don't like His Highness?"

Wei Zi bit her lip and nodded.

"Do you like Xiao Fengxian?"

A touch of rouge quietly appeared on the girl's fair and thin cheeks.

Her slender eyelashes quivered in the spring sun, and she nodded slowly.

Mrs. Wei was silent for a long time, then suddenly let out a long sigh and seemed to look away completely.

She smiled kindly and said: "You like him, but you have kept it secret so far. You young people always think that love is a shameful thing. You don't even dare to express it openly, and you don't even dare to disobey your elders. When I was young, I wasn't like that You do this."

"Grand...grandmother?"

(End of this chapter)