After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Jade Acacia looked at him and sneered: "Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. Male cats know how to send flowers when courting, but a living grown man can only talk a little bit. I don't know how affectionate you are, but I can't. Thank you! Whether I can get married or not has nothing to do with you. If you can’t get a wife, you’ll come to bury me. Why, am I, Yu Hehuan, your alternative to make ends meet? "

The girl is bright and beautiful, with a very clever mouth, and the corners of her eyebrows are charming and clever.

Rong Jiarong was stunned for a moment. After being scolded by her, he didn't feel angry. Instead, he felt as if his heart was scratched by the tail of a cat in the spring sun. His whole body was itching unbearably, and he wished he could be scolded by her again. The last two sentences.

Jade Acacia covered her face with her fan and gave him a "poof" in disgust before turning away proudly.

Rong Jiarong watched her go away and scratched his head.

He didn't want to bury Yu Hehuan. He didn't interact with many girls in daily life. Yu Hehuan was the one he knew best. When he mentioned getting married, he naturally thought of her.

Could it be that he was really being abrupt?

But she is such a fierce woman who has been on the run for more than ten years. She is like a wild thorn growing in the desert of the north. She can scold and cry ten men with one mouth.

Does she also want her future husband to be a gentle and gentle gentleman?
……

Three days passed in a flash.

At dusk, Xiao Fengxian climbed up to the highest pavilion in the mansion. Through the flower windows here, he could see the scene in the back garden of He'an Hall of Zhenguogong Mansion. Although he couldn't see it very clearly, the loquat tree could be seen.

At this time, the sky had just darkened, and the lamps were not yet lit on the loquat trees.

He lifted the wine cup and brought it to his lips. The grape wine sent by merchants from the Western Regions was exuding a mellow and sweet fragrance.

However, he didn't have any appetite. He stared at the loquat tree and put down the wine cup again.

Rong Jiarong was sitting in the hall behind him, crossing his legs and slowly peeling pistachios to eat.

As he peeled it off, he said: "I heard that the flower factory director has informed you of your life experience. Even so, do you still want to leave for Beijing with Wei Zi? The Xuanke Temple murder case seems to have been planned by someone behind the scenes. Can you really let go of such a bloody feud?"

Xiao Fengxian turned her back to him and tapped on the window string.

His handsome and deep face was hidden in the gloom, his lips had no arc, and his lowered eyelashes concealed the emotions in his pupils.

When he was young, he heard about the character Zhou Wuyou, King of Dingbei, from Hua Yannong.

He admired him for going on an expedition at a young age and easily retaking the territory occupied by Beiyan like the god of war descending from heaven. He also envied him for going straight to the sacred mountain to capture the beauty of the princess of Beiyan. It was even more regrettable that he died at a young age in Xuanke. temple.

However, to him, King Dingbei was just a legend, an unreachable figure that had nothing to do with him.

He was just a little concubine from Shanyin County, Lingzhou City. In addition to practicing martial arts and studying every day, he spent his free time fighting cocks, admiring flowers and the moon, and occasionally peeping at the crying little widow in the garden.

Why did he suddenly have a biological father and a blood feud?

Xiao Fengxian didn't want to admit this old score.

He stared intently at the loquat tree. Twilight completely enveloped the upper capital, and the shadow of the tree swayed gently in the long wind of spring night. At this moment, Wei Zi still did not come out to light the lamp.

His left hand held the white jade wine cup tightly.

He and Wei Zi have been dependent on each other for so many years.

He likes Wei Zi so much.

I liked it when I was in Lingzhou City, and I still liked it when I came to Shangjing.

I liked it when I was down and out, but now that I am prominent, I still like it.

He just wanted to take the crying little widow and the girl Wei who was not loved by the town government, far away from this place of right and wrong, go to a place where no one knew them, and justifiably come to the church to get married. Being burdened by worldly prejudices and not being judged by neighbors.

You can hold hands and walk on the street, you can give her hairpins with your own hands in front of the stalls, and you can call her "Lady" in public.

Xiao Fengxian has even thought about what flowers, plants and trees to plant in their new house.

He looked at the loquat tree, and somehow his eyes felt sour.

Rong Jiarong had already eaten half the plate of pistachios.

He pushed away the pistachio shells piled up on the table and mentioned them casually: "By the way, do you know who your mother is?"

……

Zhenguo Gongfu, He'antang.Wei Zi stood in front of Mu Shi and looked at the wedding dress quietly.

The dim candlelight reflected her snow-white profile, and her long eyelashes were reflected in her pupils, making the girl even more tender.

She caressed the wedding dress.

Can she really disobey the emperor's decree of marriage and leave without permission?
Will it cause trouble at home?

The night wind blew open the window, a chill filled the room, and two candles were extinguished.

Wei Zi rubbed her cold arms and turned her head to look out the window. The lanterns hanging under the eaves emitted a deep orange light. It was vaguely visible that the flowers in the courtyard were gradually blooming. Through the Ruyi carved stone window, there were several green clumps. The Xiangfei Bamboo glowed with dark ink in the dim light, as if there was a light mist everywhere, making it so hazy that people could not see the scenery further away.

On such a spring night, Wei Zi's state of mind was as confused and messy as the intertwined bamboo shadows.

She picked up the lantern and wanted to go to the garden to relax, but by accident she walked to the loquat tree.

She looked up at the loquat tree.

The world wants her to be a cautious and well-behaved woman.

Growing up, she was detained in the backyard of a deep house, where she learned how to be a husband and raise children, and did tedious errands such as washing and cooking. The world expected her to be an obedient woman who listened to her parents-in-law and the instructions of her elders. It seems that only by being "obedient and virtuous" can one become a good woman, a good daughter-in-law, and a good daughter.

But, where is Wei Zi?
She stood in the darkness and suddenly remembered that she had been brave.

For example, when she was reborn, she firmly told Xiao Fengxian that she was not "Xiao Wei", she was Wei Zi.

For example, she once complained to His Highness the Crown Prince about Xiao Lingxiao's bad behavior of stopping his wife and marrying again, and expressed her desire for divorce in public.

For example, she had the audacity to disobey the Emperor and secretly hide evidence to prove His Highness the Prince's innocence.

At this moment, Wei Zi suddenly thought that maybe the words that could describe her should not be any words, nor should she be someone's daughter or someone's wife.

The only thing that can represent her in the world is her name.

She didn't want to be Zhou Xianji's concubine according to the emperor's marriage gift.

She wanted to be with Xiao Fengxian.

She likes him!

The branches soaked into the night. Wei Zi stood on tiptoes and hung the lantern on the loquat tree.

Xiao Mansion, tall building.

Rong Jiarong had just finished recounting the unknown past events and slowly took a sip of tea: "...That's your mother."

The night breeze blowing against my face was tinged with coolness.

Xiao Fengxian was still standing by the window.

He saw Wei Zi hanging the lighted lantern on the loquat tree.

He turned around silently and went straight downstairs.

Rong Jiarong stood up suddenly: "Xiao Fengxian, I have said so much, do you still want to leave?!"

He was answered by the sound of boots turning on the stairs.

Rong Jiarong picked up the tea cup, threw it to the ground suddenly, and cursed in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Fengxian, you have the guts!"

The night is endless, every household has gone to bed, and darkness erodes everything.

A carriage suddenly sped through the long alley, and the wind lantern hanging in front of the carriage dimly illuminated the road ahead, like the only light ball in the world.

In the carriage, Wei Zi lay in Xiao Fengxian's arms: "Where are we going?"

Xiao Fengxian hugged her tightly, lowered her head and kissed her cheeks and lips: "Let's go to a place where no one knows us."

Wei Zi raised her head, there seemed to be mist in her pupils, her peach blossom eyes were surprisingly bright in the dim car.

She asked cautiously: "Will we come back?"