After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Zhou Xianyuan opened the wooden box, and inside lay a rosewood pen inlaid with gold wolf hair.

He introduced: "This is the relic left to me by the teacher before he died of illness. I gave another one to Miss Wei, your current concubine. You can use these two pens as tokens." I went to Qilu and asked the teacher's disciples to go to Shangjing to help."

Zhou Xianyuan's teacher was a great scholar of his generation.

Before he died, he stroked the top of Zhou Xianyuan's hair and sighed, "The prince is too benevolent and loyal, and I am afraid that some traitors will frame him in the future."

He left Zhou Xianyuan a pair of calligraphy brushes that he had carved by himself, and told him that if he was in danger, he could use the calligraphy brushes as a token and ask his disciples to help him.

The teacher has students all over the world, and he also commands the Confucian scholars all over the world. Although the emperor has the power in his hands, how can he dare to be the enemy of all the scholars in the world?

Zhou Xianyuan said solemnly: "I have no foresight in national affairs and am a useless prince. But I don't want to be a useless brother anymore. My second brother wants to compete for the throne, so I will use the power of my teacher to help you rise to the top."

He carefully picked up the pen with both hands and put it into Zhou Xianji's hands.

Zhou Xianji returned to Jibeigong with the brush and asked Wei Zi to borrow another brush.

Wei Zi quickly brought out another treasured wolf brush: "I only knew that this was a gift from his teacher before his death, but I didn't know that it could be used as a token to invite scholars from all over the world to help."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but think of her past life.

In his previous life, Zhou Xianyuan did not take out these two brushes until his death.

He didn't want to go against his father.

Wei Zi was half sighing and half sad. She felt that the brush in her hand was as heavy as a stone.

Zhou Xianji put the brush into the box. Behind him, the light and shadow at dusk dimmed, and the wind in the courtyard became stronger, blowing off a few pomegranate flowers on the branches.

As the raindrops poured down, Zhou Xianji coughed involuntarily.

Wei Zi quickly brought him hot tea: "Your Highness?"

Zhou Xianji's face turned pale: "It doesn't matter."

"His Highness is like this, and he went to the cold palace in person to ask His Highness the Crown Prince to borrow a token..." Wei Zi's brows furrowed slightly, "You are trying to win over the world's scholars, are you trying to compete for the throne?"

Zhou Xianji looked at her.

The girl's eyes are as bright as autumn water, with wisdom that understands the world.

He admitted: "Yes."

Wei Zi tightened the tea cup in her hand: "For me?"

"For you and for myself."

He took the cup of tea and took a few sips.

As the rainstorm thundered in the courtyard, he swallowed the sweet taste in his throat and said: "I know, Xiao Zi, you have some dealings with Dongchang, especially the assassin named Luyou. I want to ask you to come forward and let Luyou You invite Hua Yannong to come to Jibeigong for tea."

Wei Zi hesitated for a long time.

The sky outside the hall was dark, and heavy raindrops poured on a vat of lotus flowers. The water droplets swirled on the lotus leaves, and soon fell into the water, splashing as high as half a person.

She knew that Zhou Xianji's physical condition was not optimistic. He was like a vat of lotus flowers under a heavy rain, how could he withstand the influence of power...

Zhou Xianji reminded: "Xiao Zi, we don't have much time left."

Wei Zi vaguely guessed what Zhou Xianji was thinking.

He wants to make enemies of the eldest princess and Zhou Xianyang.

He wanted to protect Xiao Fengxian and the Zhenguo Palace before she returned to Beijing.

She stared at the man in white clothes, with bitterness on her lips: "Why do you have to do this..." He could have taken it out, but he had to risk his life for her.

Zhou Xianji said seriously: "I am not only doing it for you, but also for myself and Dazhou. Zhou Xianyang, Zhou Yanxue, Xiao Lingxiao and Wei Feishan, if the four of them are in high positions, I am afraid that there will be no peace in Beijing and even Dazhou. Xiaozi, I With half the blood of the Han people flowing through them, there is no way they can be allowed to act haphazardly."

Wei Zi took a deep breath: "That's it, I understand."

She personally went to Dongchang.

That night, Hua Yannong came to Jibei Palace quietly.

The heavy rain has just stopped, and the study room is covered with a shiny purple bamboo floor. The brass zodiac lamps illuminate the room brightly. The midsummer moonlight shines through the flower window into half of the room. The bitter smell of medicine in the air is offset by the fragrance of hibiscus flowers outside the window. Dispersed a lot.

Wei Zi rolled up the bead curtain and said to the visitor: "Your Highness has been waiting in the inner room for a long time."

Hua Yannong stepped into the inner room, and as expected Zhou Xianji was sitting on the floor a few seats away from the case.

Seeing him coming, he raised his hand and said, "Director of the Flower Factory."

Hua Yannong lifted her robe and sat down opposite him: "Your Highness has always lived in seclusion and stayed away from worldly affairs. Why did you invite me here in the middle of the night? If His Majesty knew that you were communicating with the ministers of the court, I am afraid that His Highness would have ulterior motives."

Zhou Xianji looked at Wei Zi.

Wei Zi understood and retreated with Lvyou.

The two of them were guarding under the corridor outside. Luyou took out a few letters from his sleeve pocket and handed them to Wei Zi: "This is what Mr. Xiao sent to you from the border. It is difficult to send swan geese on the battlefield, so these letters are still included in the battle report." They were brought back here. The director of the flower factory refused to let you deliver the message, so he kept them secretly. I came to see you tonight and stole them specially for you to see."

Wei Zi was suddenly overjoyed: "Lvyou, thank you very much!"

She took the letter, and it turned out to be Xiao Fengxian's own handwriting.

It was nothing serious, just asking her if she was okay, and showing off how many battles he had won and how many military exploits he had made.

He got along well with Grand Master Wen and Zhou Xianfeng. After Rong Jiarong finished handling the business in Beijing, he rushed to the battlefield and used the Qiankun Bagua technique he had mastered to help him arrange his troops and pray for rain and wind, so that they could win every battle. The Yan people killed were heartbroken and now they have successfully recaptured three cities.

He also promised in the letter that he would definitely be able to return to the DPRK before winter.

Wei Zi imagined Xiao Fengxian's invincible appearance in bright clothes and angry horses on the battlefield, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

The depressed and gloomy commoner boy who lived in Lingzhou City in the past could one day achieve such great success!

She was happy for Xiao Fengxian and missed him sincerely.

Lvyou looked at her expression and suggested: "Concubine, if you really miss Mr. Xiao, why not go to the frontier disguised as a man and remain anonymous as his general. When you go to bed at night, pretend to accidentally reveal your identity, and then you can If they have skin-to-skin contact, wouldn't they have the best of both worlds to comfort each other in the pain of missing each other?"

Wei Zi looked at her in surprise.

Luyou rubbed the tip of her nose: "That's what it says in the story book. If you go, I can write a play for you, which is called: "The Concubine of the World: I disguised myself as a man and entered the military camp and became a teenager. "The beauty in the palm of the powerful minister"! Don't worry, I will make sure that your scenes are very beautiful and full of tension!"

Wei Zi: "..."

She couldn't help but blush when she thought of the story books Luyou had written that were full of sex scenes.

Thank you so much.

The two stood in the corridor for about two quarters of an hour before Hua Yannong came out of the study.

His expression was as usual, Wei Zi couldn't see anything strange.

After seeing off Hua Yannong, she returned to the inner room and saw a small blue and white porcelain medicine bottle on the table.