After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

His palms were warm.

Wei Zi looked at him, the candlelight flickering in her peach blossom eyes, and his handsome face in her eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of pale gold. In such a quiet and beautiful spring night, she could not see it clearly.

She still remembered that when she had just been reborn, he was still her nominal brother-in-law, sitting on the steps of the study holding a book and laughing.

At that time, he was just an unknown young man in Lingzhou City.

She never thought that one day she would like him and marry him...

However, such a ridiculous thing did happen to me.

She stretched out her hand to tidy up the red ribbon hanging on his chest, and said softly: "You are embarrassed to call me another name, but I am embarrassed to respond to you. Come to think of it, it's weird."

Xiao Fengxian laughed twice, held her waist and hugged her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her hard on the face: "Love between a man and a woman is a natural thing in the world, what is there to be ashamed of?" You don’t have to tidy up the hair tie, as it will get messy later.”

Wei Zi was in a daze.

His voice was so gentle and his eyes were so intense that her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Xiao Fengxian's eyes fell on her lips.

The girl's cheeks are white and tender, which further accentuates her plump and bright red lips, like two gorgeous petals, tempting people to taste the taste of rouge on her lips.

His Adam's apple rolled and his eyes grew darker.

Stepping in front of Qiangong's bed, the big red wedding curtain slowly hung down.

“Sister-in-law’s bridal makeup is so beautiful.”

Xiao Fengxian had kissed her enough, and a teasing voice came from inside the tent.

Wei Zi's face was red and her ears were red. At this time, this guy still called her that. I really didn't understand where his bad taste came from.

She covered her body tightly with the brocade quilt, raised her hand to pull his face away: "If you keep calling me random names, you can sleep in the study tonight!"

"Sister, don't be angry..."

"You...you deliberately shamed me!"

Wei Zi was ashamed and angry, but because she was defenseless, Xiao Fengxian took away the brocade quilt.

He leaned forward in front of her, forcing her to look at him: "Madam? Baby?"

The first name is barely decent, but what the heck is the "baby" at the back!

Where did he learn such a title?
Wei Zi's cheeks were red. After making such a fuss with him, a fine layer of sweat broke out on her forehead. So she glared at him with shame and anger, lowered her eyelashes and raised her face, turned half sideways, and raised her hand to straighten her forehead. Broken hair.

Under the dim candlelight, the girl's skin is like gelatin and her body is timid and plump.

Xiao Fengxian stared at her delicate appearance, and suddenly moved forward to bite her ear: "I let the baby go, I'm good. The baby seduces me, the baby is bad..."

The blood from all the limbs surged to the top of his head in an instant!

Wei Zi's face turned red as blood, and she pretended to be angry and hit him.

Xiao Fengxian took advantage of the situation and held her hands.

The watery night was isolated from the outside of the house, and a little candlelight penetrated into the tent, vaguely reflecting the graceful overlapping figures on the bed.

The golden bell sachet hanging on the corner of the bed jingled until midnight.

This unbridled joy ended quietly at dawn.

Wei Zi fell asleep wrapped in a brocade quilt, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

She opened her eyes. After the extreme pleasure, there was only a blank in her mind. Negative emotions came like a sea tide. Gradually, her grandmother, father and others appeared in her mind.

On such a spring night, I don’t know what they are doing.

They should have discovered she was missing long ago. Did they report it to the emperor or was she reprimanded by the emperor?
She knew very well that the emperor was not a good king. Even though the Zhenguo Palace had served as a slave to the dragon, the emperor had long disliked her father. Would he use her to avoid the marriage as an excuse to convict her father?

The warmth and charm in the brocade tent seemed to be gradually dissipating.

Wei Zi's body felt cold. She closed her eyes and tried to get rid of these thoughts, but fear and shame were darker than the night and invaded all-pervasively, weighing her down like a mountain.The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was drowning in her own thoughts.

Therefore, he didn't realize that the young man who was supposed to be sleeping next to him had disappeared.

At this moment, Xiao Fengxian was wearing thin pajamas and standing silently in front of the window.

Outside the window is a crescent moon.

Hanging thinly on the horizon, the color is so light that it is almost invisible.

Today was his big day, and he should have been happy, but after the excitement was over, emptiness came like a tide, and the new house covered in red silk no longer looked so festive, but like a house falling into the horizon of the mountains and sea on the last day of midsummer. That sun.

He looked at the crescent moon.

Is the moon in Beijing tonight the same as here?

Rong Jiarong's words came to mind inadvertently:

——Do you know who your mother is?

His mother is the princess of Beiyan and the most dancing pearl in the grassland.

King Dingbei kidnapped her in the Holy Mountain. One was an invincible royal war god, and the other was a stunningly beautiful foreign princess. The two had not known each other since they had not fought. By the time they returned to the border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, they had developed feelings for each other.

They played around the snow-capped mountains and lakes, and performed the ceremony of husband and wife in the deepest part of the grassland. They spent several months of confusion and passion together, and gave birth to a child under the blessing of the sun and moon.

That night, was the moon they saw at the border as bright and light as tonight?

Rong Jiarong also said that after the death of King Dingbei, his mother tried to escape back to Beiyan, but was stopped by a group of assassins and was forced to take the newborn son with him in disguise and change the route to the south. On that New Year's Eve, On a snowy night of ten, he fell in the snow and happened to meet Xiao Long who was returning from drinking.

At that time, my mother was seriously injured and was already at the end of her strength.

The proud princess was just an ordinary mother that night.

She gave all her belongings to Xiao Long and begged him to take care of his infant son.

Xiao Long accepted the money and happily carried him back home. He didn't know how to deal with the curious inquiries from his neighbors, so he lied that it was the result of his romantic and happy life outside.

Since then, people have looked at him with more contempt.

After the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty and Princess Beiyan, he was called the son of a brothel prostitute.

The traces of his father's existence were deliberately erased by the Hunjun, and he will always bear the infamy of betraying his family and country.

And his mother was buried in the form of an unnamed monument in the south where the snowy mountains and grasslands cannot be seen...

The first ray of morning light enters the new house.

Xiao Fengxian's face was hidden behind the half-dark window lattice.

Fingers clasped tightly around the window string.

Surprisingly, the joy after getting married was not as expected.

Three poles in the sun.

Dewdrops rolled down from the green banana leaves. Qingju and a few maids were hiding in the verandah in the distance, peeking into the new house and whispering, covering their lips and snickering from time to time, and their cheeks were all red.

Wei Zi finally slept for two hours, but when she sat in front of the dressing table, her eyes were still a little blue and black.

She applied an extra layer of pearl powder and then slowly painted her eyebrows and lips.

Xiao Fengxian leaned against the dressing table, playing with the golden hairpin, and said with a smile: "Why don't you ask the maid to come in and comb your hair?"

Wei Zi glanced at him shyly.

This man had the nerve to say that she had overslept this morning after making so much noise last night, and he didn't even ask her to get up. The little maids outside didn't know how to laugh at her.

Xiao Fengxian watched her combing the bride's hair, her fox eyes were a little softer, and she suggested: "After lunch, let's go to the market." (End of Chapter)