After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Wei Zi noticed that in addition to the insulting words, there were still dried and blackened blood stains on the walls and beams.

She looked at Xiao Fengxian, who was staring at the inscriptions, wondering what he was thinking, his brows furrowed and his face cold.

The two stood in the Buddhist hall for a long time before passing through the eaves corridor through the back door.

The palaces and pavilions passing by were all deserted and covered with spider webs. Occasionally, there were corpse postures drawn by the government with charcoal on the ground. Although it was only a vague human body frame, the fear of the monks or guards before they died was still clearly expressed. come out.

It’s hard to imagine what horrific things happened in this temple 20 years ago.

In the dense forest, there were a few distant birdsong.

The two of them passed through the back mountain gate of Xuanke Temple and arrived at the riverside.

There is a tomb here.

It was Dingbei King Zhou Wuhao.

There were no flowers or trees planted in front of the tomb to block the sun, and there were no melons, fruits, incense, candles or paper money. His name was engraved on the tombstone, but there was no introduction to his life.

Twenty years have passed, and from time to time, some people passing by would carve insulting words on the edge of the tombstone, such as "traitor", "beast" and other words. The words were more vicious than those written in the Buddha Hall. and.

The wind blows across the river.

Xiao Fengxian silently stared at the tombstone and fell into a long silence.

Wei Zi said softly: "If King Dingbei is really wronged, then he will never rest in peace under Jiuquan. He is such an amazing and talented person. He is known as the God of War at a young age and has recovered countless lost lands and cities. , during the years when he guarded the border, the Northern Yan cavalry did not dare to cross the border. He has made such outstanding achievements. If he is really wronged, then the Zhou Dynasty and the people will not be able to make up for what they owe him. rise."

Xiao Fengxian was still speechless.

Wei Zi took the bamboo basket handed by Nan Zhu and took out two plates of melon and fruit offerings and placed them in front of the tomb.

She took out the incense candles and paper money again: "Am I coming or are you coming?"

"Let me do it."

Xiao Fengxian's voice was low and she took the fire certificate.

He knelt on one knee in front of the tomb, lit incense sticks with fire sticks and offered them in front of the tomb. However, for some reason, there was no wind blowing around, but the incense candles went out as soon as they started to smoke.

Xiao Fengxian tried many times to no avail. Finally, Wei Zi took the fire seal and said, "I'll do it."

She lit the incense candle easily.

Xiao Fengxian's eyes became darker and darker.

He went to count the paper money again, but the paper money could not be ignited, or some of them were easy to ignite, and they burned out before they were half burned.

In the end, Wei Zi burned the paper money with his own hands.

She was speechless: "There is such a weird thing."

The gray ashes after the paper money was burned flew in the air like butterflies.

Xiao Fengxian stared at the tombstone, her fox eyes turning red.

Father……

Are you blaming him?
Blame him for abandoning his responsibilities for the girl he likes, unwilling to reverse the case for him and the thirteen generals, fleeing to Beijing like a coward, hiding in this remote border town and living an ignoble existence...

In my mind, my mother came to mind again.

He imagined that the proud Princess Beiyan, in order to avoid being chased, took him to hide and hide with difficulty, until she was buried in the ice and snow on New Year's Eve. She tried her best to save her son, but her tomb was not clear. There is no name, her bones are buried in the far south, and she will never see her father and her homeland again.

Both his father and mother died in that murder, but he was the only one who survived.

He was the only hope, but it was he who personally extinguished the hope of overturning the verdict.

Xiao Fengxian has lived for 20 years and has never felt ashamed.

But at this moment, the paper money and ashes flying in the sky seemed like the solemn gaze of his father.

His cheeks were burning, he was sweating profusely, and he didn't even dare to look directly at the tombstone anymore.

The vast river water laps against the embankment.

Heavy dark clouds came over the sky, but within a moment, the sky darkened, and the wind roared louder, like the unwilling roars of countless heroic spirits between heaven and earth.

Wei Zi raised her hand and licked her messed-up hair: "It's going to rain. Do we want to go home?"

Xiao Fengxian came back to her senses and said hello in a low voice.It rained heavily tonight, and in the middle of the night, blue-white lightning lit up the glass windows, followed by deafening thunder.

The brocade tent hangs low.

Wei Zi turned over and got into Xiao Fengxian's arms.

Xiao Fengxian hugged her, closed her eyes and said, "Aren't you asleep?"

Wei Zi said "Yeah" in a hoarse voice.

After a pause, she added: "I slept for a while, dreamed of my grandmother and father, and then I woke up again."

The dream was quite terrifying. She dreamed that her grandmother and father were implicated in her escape and were sent to the market to be executed by the emperor. She burst into tears in the dream.

Xiao Fengxian opened her eyes.

He lowered his eyes and clearly saw the tears in the corners of the girl's eyes through the dim candlelight outside the tent.

She was frightened to tears by the terrible dream.

However, he couldn't comfort her, because the current situation was brought about by his own planning and efforts, and it was he who lured her to abandon everything and elope with him.

There was a long silence in the tent.

The rain pounded rapidly on the glazed windows, and the flowers and bananas planted in the courtyard rustled.

I don't know how long it took before Xiao Fengxian said softly: "Go to sleep."

The sound of the rain gradually died down.

Wei Zi breathed long and steady in his arms, seeming to have fallen asleep.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the hanging flower tent, but he didn't feel sleepy.

Everything that happened in front of the tomb of King Dingbei during the day always appeared in his mind.

It was as if those incense candles and paper money were questioning him on behalf of his father, why he abandoned his armor and fled to the border for a woman, why he could sleep peacefully, and why he could continue to live his life as if nothing had happened.

Wouldn't you be ashamed?

Xiao Fengxian stayed up all night.

In the midst of suffering, the sky finally dawned.

After Wei Zi dressed up, she stood under the verandah and looked at the flowers and plants.

The rain last night was so heavy that the whole yard was full of dead branches and leaves, the rockery was wet and covered with moss, and the peonies that had just been planted were blown to pieces. Qingju led several little maids and was doing the tidying up. clean.

Xiao Fengxian was leaning behind the window with a scroll of books, looking at the chaotic courtyard, and then at Wei Zi.

Today she wore a bright yellow round-neck blouse and a bright red lily veil skirt. There were many crystal clear beads on the edge of her bun. Her appearance was still delicate and bright, but her figure seemed much thinner.

It looks very much like the peonies in the courtyard that were blown down by the wind and rain last night.

How should a peony that has lost its rhizome survive?

As if aware of his gaze, Wei Zi looked at him and smiled: "What are you looking at?"

"'There are beauties in the north, peerless and independent.' Of course I was looking at beauties."

"You talk too much." Wei Zijiao said angrily, turning around and stepping into the threshold, "It's time for breakfast."

There is a round table in the flower hall.

The two sat around the table and each drank a bowl of porridge.

Xiao Fengxian gave Wei Zi a red bean spring roll.

Wei Zi took a bite. The red bean paste was very sweet.

The ancients said, "The exquisite dice are filled with red beans, and they penetrate into the bones and miss each other." The ancients also said, "You don't know where love comes from, but it goes deep; where love reaches, the living can die, and the dead can live."

The love between a man and a woman can transcend life and death.

But how should we transcend our home, country and close relatives?

Wei Zi held the spring roll between her arms and suddenly said: "Let's go back." (End of Chapter)