After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Although Furong Town is located on the northern border, the streets are still lively and prosperous. Merchants from the two countries trade with each other here. The most common stalls are silk and satin, jewelry and spices, tea and cheese, horses, cattle and sheep.

Xiao Fengxian held Wei Zi's hand and walked slowly through the street.

The two had a wedding just yesterday, and because they invited many people to the wedding banquet, many people recognized them, greeted them with smiles, and complimented the bride on how beautiful she was.

Wei Zi blushed at the praise, held a fan to cover her face, lowered her head and was embarrassed to speak.

Xiao Fengxian held her waist and said to the teasing and teasing young women in front of the silk shop: "My wife is thin-skinned and is usually shy. Please don't laugh at her."

He spent generously and paid for the clothes and materials for those women. Then he looked down at Wei Zihong's face and said warmly: "My wife married from afar and has no old friends here. If you sisters are free, , please come to my house to have tea, keep my wife company, and tell her interesting things nearby."

Several women looked at each other, secretly admiring Xiao Fengxian's sincere treatment of Wei Zi, and agreed with a smile.

Wei Zi quietly stared at Xiao Fengxian.

The young man was handsome, with red lips and white teeth, and his fox eyes showed a bit of evil when he smiled.

When he first became a husband, he knew how to be considerate of his wife. He was afraid that she would be bored, so he spent money to let someone else come to his house to talk to her.

He grew up stumblingly, and no one in the world had ever loved him well. When she faced him, she always liked to say some decadent words about giving up on feelings, but he never became bad. He still knew how to love a girl well.

For some reason, the tip of Wei Zi's nose felt sore and her heart felt hot.

Xiao Fengxian held her hand and walked through the bustling crowd. A few rays of skylight shone down from the clouds. The spring in the north was hotter than in the capital.

"Madam, do you think this Nuo opera mask is domineering?"

He was supposed to be the youngest powerful official in the capital. At this moment, he gave up his official robe and official seal and wore a dark black narrow-sleeved brocade robe. He picked up a wooden lacquer mask in front of the stall with a smile and covered his face, then turned to look at Wei Zi.

The Nuo opera mask also had two horns, which were pitch black and painted red, making it quite ferocious and scary.

Wei Zi was helpless: "Choose someone elegant and good-looking."

"How is this ungentlemanly and unattractive?" Xiao Fengxian got excited. She deliberately approached Wei Zi childishly and poked the girl's face with the two corners of the mask. Her tone was a bit bitter and jealous, "I... People are not polite by nature, and they are not as gentle and elegant as Zhou Xianji."

"you--"

Wei Zi had nothing to do with him.

She pinched her back and turned away, ignoring him.

"Look at you, you pout after just a few jokes." Xiao Fengxian turned to her and put the mask on her face, "Am I wrong? As compensation, I will give you this mask. You Come scare me."

Wei Zi was angry and funny, so she took off her mask and threw it into his arms: "It's so ugly, I don't want to wear it."

The two were arguing, and Xiao Fengxian bought a lot of candied haws, flower cakes, goat cheese cakes and other food along the way to coax Wei Zi into peace.

At dusk, the two went to have dinner at the largest restaurant in Furong Town.

The private room on the third floor overlooks the entire restaurant lobby. Looking around, the building is brightly lit, several orchids are dancing in the lobby, and there are endless cheers. The upstairs and downstairs are full of people drinking and drinking, which is very lively.

Wei Zi watched the dance for a moment and looked out the window.

As the Golden Crow sets, the Moon Rabbit rises in the east.

At the end of Furong Town is a post road that winds to the sky.

Further away is the surging Xuanhu River, with seemingly clusters of buildings along the riverside.She pointed in that direction and asked, "Are there people living there?"

The second brother who came to serve the food smiled and said honestly: "Madam, are you from other places? That place was the original Furong Town. The famous Xuanke Temple was built there, and later the traitor King Bei was built there. As a result, many people died, and everyone thought it was unlucky, so they slowly moved to this town."

Wei Zi was startled.

Xiao Fengxian also raised her eyebrows slightly.

On the way north, he did not check the map carefully.

Unexpectedly, they arrived near Xuanke Temple.

"Speaking of King Dingbei," the second brother said with hatred on his face, "he is really not a thing! The Crown Prince of Beiyan, who killed so many innocent monks and treated him like a brother in the back, broke the covenant without authorization and provoked The Emperor of Beiyan was so angry that he personally went on a massacre outside the customs, killing so many innocent people! I heard that my great-grandfather’s brother died in that battle! He is still the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty, bah!"

Seeing that Xiao Fengxian and Wei Zi didn't speak, the second brother thought that the story he told was fascinating, so he became more and more enthusiastic: "You have come a long way, why not go there and have a look. Our children and outsiders like it. It would be great to walk around that old town and spit on King Dingbei’s tomb, or stand at the gate of Xuanke Temple and scold him and his thirteen lieutenants!”

The atmosphere in the private room is weird.

Xiao Fengxian smiled half-heartedly and threw the bowls and chopsticks on the table: "We are here to eat, not to listen to your nonsense."

Every time he makes this expression, the sinister murderous intent in his bones will overflow unconsciously.

It's inexplicably terrifying.

The younger brother was startled, and quickly apologized, nodded and bowed and retreated.

Wei Zi added hot wine for Xiao Fengxian and asked in confusion: "Why are you like this?"

Xiao Fengxian said nothing, picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Wei Zi speculated on his thoughts for a moment and asked: "Is it because you admire King Dingbei that you don't like others to belittle him? What's the problem? Tomorrow you and I will buy some sacrifices and fruits and quietly go to Xuanke Temple Just offering him a stick of incense can also be considered as a sign of respect from the younger generation."

Xiao Fengxian looked at Wei Zi: "Everyone calls him a traitor, and the emperor doesn't even allow his name to be recorded in history books. Why are you willing to worship him?"

Wei Zi smiled: "He is the emperor, so what he said is right? I don't think so. Didn't my cousin from the Yu family leave doubtful evidence for the Xuanke Temple murder case? Although what about Murong Tao? I couldn’t find out, but I think maybe King Dingbei was wrongly accused.”

The girl's face is gentle and soft, and her sparkling peach blossom eyes reveal determination, giving her inexplicable strength.

Xiao Fengxian held her hand silently.

The next day.

After the two had breakfast, they took a carriage to the Dayu River.

As expected, the villages and towns along the river have been abandoned for many years, with ruined walls and overgrown grass, and many crows and wild cats living among them.

Xuanke Temple is located at the end of the village.

One of the temple doors collapsed, the temple was covered with ancient trees, the huge bronze bell was rusty and mottled, no one was offering incense to the Buddha in the palace, the beams were covered with heavy cobwebs, and even the Buddha statues were covered in a layer of dust.

The two walked through half of the temple and came to a Buddhist hall where the two countries had peace talks.

After 20 years of exposure to wind and sun, no one has repaired it. The paint on the vermilion fan has faded and is mottled. All the valuable furnishings inside have disappeared, leaving only a few tattered tables and desks. The walls are covered with insults written by passers-by over the years. word.

The words are so dirty that they cannot be tolerated.