After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Dark clouds cover the moon.

The cold palace, which was already desolate and silent, became increasingly secluded and cold late at night. Outside the dilapidated palace, the shadows of flowers were like ghosts.

An assassin sent out by Zhou Yanxue quietly found the palace where Zhou Xianyuan rested.

He knew very well that there was no one to guard him in the cold palace, and the task of assassinating the deposed prince tonight was like searching for something.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he pushed open the palace door with his hands and feet.

The temple door was dilapidated and made a strange "squeaking" sound in the quiet night.

The assassin stepped over the threshold of the palace, and out of the killer's intuition, he felt that a pair of eyes in the darkness seemed to be watching him.

He smiled: "Could it be that the common people disturbed His Highness the Crown Prince? The common people came here tonight on the orders of Young Master Xiao and wanted to borrow something from His Highness the Crown Prince."

No one in the palace answered him.

That line of sight did not disappear.

The assassin frowned his eyebrows in displeasure: "You don't really think that you are still the pampered Crown Prince, do you? Tonight, I am here especially for your head. You have to borrow it, or you can borrow it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his sword!

He stood up from the ground, relied on his feeling, and swung his sword towards the source of the line of sight!

However, it came to nothing!

He landed awkwardly and glanced around cautiously: "Aren't you the deposed prince?!"

The deposed prince knows no martial arts at all!

An ethereal chuckle came from the beam, like a playful child.

The girl smiled: "Look who I am?"

Outside the window, the dark clouds across the sky were blown away by the breeze, revealing a bright moon that was as round as a rock.

In an instant, the palace was filled with bright light, like daylight.

The assassin followed the sound and saw a girl wearing a fiery red narrow-sleeved skirt lying lazily on the beam. There were red feather hairpins randomly inserted into her loose bun and a red ribbon tied between her sleeves. Floating down, she looked like a beautiful and tender porcelain doll, but her black eyes were filled with overwhelming murderous intent, and she was playing with a persimmon flower.

The assassin was puzzled: "Are you the eldest lady of the prime minister's house? Why are you here?!"

Murong Jiuli did not answer him.

Her figure disappeared from the beam like residual smoke, and when she reappeared, the thin sword blade in her hand had already cut through the assassin's neck from behind.

Bright red blood oozed out.

The assassin opened his eyes in horror, and was beheaded by Murong Jiuli without even seeing the deposed prince's face.

Blood dyed the bedroom red.

Murong Jiuli held his head and glanced around anxiously.

She raised the assassin's head and cursed at it: "It's all your fault. I soiled his bedroom again. Tomorrow morning, he will scold me for being unfriendly and punish me for copying books!"

She was dissatisfied, so she simply left Leng Palace with her head in her hand and went straight to Huayuan Palace.

In Huayuan Palace.

The bed tent hung low, and a unique fishy smell filled the tent.

Zhou Yanxue pestered Xiao Lingxiao until midnight, panting and leaning on his chest to rest.

She played with a strand of hair and tasted it: "As expected of the tonic prepared by the Taiyuan Hospital, Ling Lang is stronger and stronger tonight than ever before. I almost can't take it anymore!"

Xiao Lingxiao also panted slightly.

His face was a little pale, and his legs hidden in the brocade quilt were shaking slightly.

When he was married to Sun Huangchan, he had to satisfy each other's astonishing desires every night and almost squeezed her out.

Now I have finally changed into a woman. I thought that the eldest princess’s needs were not as strong as she was older, but who knows, the mountains are higher than the other. She is not weak at all. If it weren’t for the tonic from Taiyuan Hospital, he wouldn’t be able to bear it!

I don’t know when these days will end...

I just hope that in the future when Zhou Xianyang ascends the throne and becomes a powerful minister, he will find a way to get rid of this old woman!

Hatred flashed across his eyes, he put his arms around Zhou Yanxue's waist and said ambiguously, "Because it's Xue'er, I can do anything. If it were another woman, I wouldn't be interested at all." Zhou Yanxue was not interested in this kind of thing. The sweet words were very helpful, and she immediately started to giggle.

The two of them were cuddling together when a soft sneer suddenly came from them.

The two of them were startled and quickly sat up: "Who?!"

The candles in the bedroom were extinguished.

Murong Jiuli said sarcastically: "The eldest princess is very elegant and elegant, and you can also like this kind of thing. Xiao Lingxiao, you are the same. What can you do wrong at a young age? You prefer to cling to powerful women. Is this the character of a scholar?"

Xiao Lingxiao and Zhou Yanxue's expressions were extremely ugly.

Zhou Yanxue scolded: "Who are you?!"

Murong Jiuli didn't reply, and kicked the assassin's head into the tent like a Cuju.

She said pitifully: "He is not a waste, let alone a loser. He is mine! That's it for this time. If you dare to reach out to him next time, I will kill you!"

She disappeared into the palace.

It was dark inside the tent.

Zhou Yanxue forced herself to calm down and reached out to touch, but she touched the sticky neck cavity and screamed in fright.

Xiao Lingxiao opened the curtain: "Here comes someone!"

The palace people came over belatedly and relit the candles in the palace. Only then did Xiao Lingxiao see clearly that it was a bloody head!

The person they sent out to assassinate the deposed prince was killed instead!

There is someone secretly protecting a waste like the deposed prince!

The forces in Beijing were actually more complicated than he thought!

His face was pale and he didn't dare to look at the head again, so he held back not to spit it out.

the other side.

When Murong Jiuli returned to the cold palace, she wanted to clean the dormitory while Zhou Xianyuan was sleeping, but she had no talent for such a job as cleaning.

She threw away the wooden basin and rag, kicked off her embroidered shoes, and jumped directly onto Zhou Xianyuan's bed.

It was a very simple bed, covered with thin bedding, which was far different from her boudoir in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

But she just liked him so much.

She crawled into Zhou Xianyuan's arms like a kitten: "Hug."

Zhou Xianyuan was in a daze, unaware that Murong Jiuli was covered in blood, so he hugged her tightly subconsciously.

These days, Sister Jiuli is staying with Miss Wei during the day, and often comes to his dormitory to sleep at night.

She is a child at heart, and likes to lie down next to the desk every night and read his notes. Occasionally, on a whim, she will tug on his sleeve and ask him to teach her how to practice calligraphy. However, she has no patience, and often refuses to write after half a page of paper. .

Zhou Xianyuan dotes on her.

It's enough that she has other interests and hobbies, and she doesn't necessarily have to practice beautiful calligraphy.

He was sniffing Murong Jiuli's hair while half awake from his dream, and said vaguely: "Where did you go just now..."

Murong Jiuli looked at him in the moonlight.

The man's appearance is not as evil and handsome as Xiao Fengxian.

But he is also considered to have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is upright and awe-inspiring.

She played with his eyelashes and said with a smile, "I'm going to do what I like."

Zhou Xianyuan closed his eyes and smiled fondly.

Murong Jiuli glanced at the picture of persimmons posted on the wall behind him. It was a pair of persimmons she had painted a few days ago. She claimed that one was hers and the other was Zhou Xianyuan. The painting was not good-looking, but he still insisted on posting it on the wall. superior.

She looked at the pair of persimmons and remembered what Zhou Yanxue and Xiao Lingxiao had done. She couldn't help but crawl into his arms again, as obedient and wild as a kitten: "Brother Xianyuan..."

The man hugged her and reluctantly lowered his head to kiss her forehead: "As promised, not before we get married. I don't want you to get pregnant before marriage like Wei Feishan did. That's not good."