After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 392 If he dies, we can sleep peacefully
Xue Shangshu was worried about Xue Ziyu and Mrs. Xue, and could not drive Wei Feishan out, so he had to tell them to watch Wei Feishan closely and not allow her to run out and cause trouble again.

As a result, Wei Feishan slipped out of the back door of Xue's house in the afternoon.

She ran to the Zhenguo Palace alone, but the concierge did not stop her and still treated her politely as the second young lady.

She did not dare to appear directly in front of Wei Huanjin, so she only looked at the door of Qingtong Courtyard.

After a while, I saw Wei Huanjin and Zhou Jing coming from the main courtyard. They thought they had just had lunch with their grandmother and father.

Zhou Jing pulled up her hair to dress up as a bride. She looked youthful and beautiful without wearing a military uniform. Her face was particularly moist and pretty, the jeweled phoenix hairpin in her bun was shining brightly, and her eyebrows were delicate and noble.

Zhou Jing gathered up her shawl and wide sleeves and said crisply: "I am very unhappy wearing this dress. It would be more convenient to wear narrow-sleeved clothes."

Wei Huanjin glanced at her secretly, hid the joy on his face, and pretended to be disgusted and said: "I'm embarrassed to talk to you. Tell me, how can a daughter-in-law roll up her sleeves and make gestures with her father-in-law on the first day of her marriage? Fisting people? Only my family is reasonable, but if it were someone else... Huh!"

Zhou Jing's cheeks were slightly red.

She is a person who likes to practice martial arts, and she has always heard about Wei Ling, the Duke of the Town, who is so powerful that he can conquer mountains, so she has long wanted to spar with him. Today, she went to the front yard to say hello, and she couldn't help but proposed to spar with Wei Ling. .

Fortunately, my father-in-law was generous and generous, and he actually agreed to fight her!
She coughed lightly and said with a guilty conscience: "I, a junior who wields the red tassel spear, can withstand fifty rounds of Duke Zhen Guo's axes. Isn't it a shame? But you, Wei Huanjin, your kung fu is worse than your father's. Far!"

"You——" Wei Huanjin was annoyed, "Let's go into the hospital and have a show of strength!"

"Compete!"

Zhou Jing agreed crisply, but when she saw that the jingling sound on her head was really bothering her, she simply reached out and pulled it off.

Wei Huanjin looked amused and commented: "Mountain pigs cannot eat fine chaff."

Zhou Jing was so angry at him that her eyes widened for a moment.

She grabbed his ear fiercely: "Wei Huanjin, when we were in the main hall just now, my grandmother took my hand and told me that if you dare to bully me, she would make you look good even if she rounded the crutch. You have forgotten Is it done?”

Wei Huanjin bared his teeth, but did not dare to fight back.

Then the maids and servants around saw that the noble and unruly Crown Prince of the Duke's Mansion was being pulled in by the new lady's ears, causing them to cover their lips and snicker.

Wei Feishan walked out from behind the tree and watched them go away in a daze.

Her lips were pale and her eyes were filled with despair.

She doesn't like Zhou Jing.

I haven’t liked it since I was a kid.

It was obvious that the whole family in the Duke's Mansion had accepted her, it was obvious that everyone had forgotten about Wei Zi, it was obvious that she had replaced Wei Zi...

But Zhou Jing always mentioned Wei Zi in front of everyone from time to time, reminding all the powerful and famous people in Beijing that the real daughter of the Zhenguo Palace was still alive and dead, making everyone clearly remember that she, Wei Feishan, was an adopted child. The fake daughter.

She hates Zhou Jing.

When she discovered that Zhou Jing liked Wei Huanjin, she thought she had finally caught the woman's weakness.

She tried every possible means to try to find out the relationship between Zhou Jing and Wei Huanjin, thinking that this would make Zhou Jing fall in love and make her miserable.

But it didn't work.

In the end, her brother happily married her.

How did that happen?

How come all her plans failed?
Tears rolled down from her sunken, thin eyes. Facing the bleak autumn wind, she staggered out of the Zhenguo Palace.

Standing on the busy streets of Shangjing, Wei Fei Shan fell into confusion for the first time.

Her brother married Zhou Jing. Zhou Xianyang was defeated and arrested, but her uncle refused to take her in.

What should she do next?
The howling autumn wind blew up the woman's dress, making her look even more thin and lonely. Her face, so haggard and disfigured, had lost its former youthful sweetness, and instead revealed an angular and bitter look. At this moment, a carriage slowly stopped in front of her.

Xiao Lingxiao opened the car curtain and looked at her coldly: "Come up."

On the low table in the car, there were several plates of snacks and almond tea.

Wei Feishan was holding hot tea, but he just lowered his head and had no intention of drinking it.

Xiao Lingxiao said calmly: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. We lost this time. Although Zhou Xianyang shouldered everything, according to the information the eldest princess learned, the emperor wanted to sentence him to exile in Lingnan and did not ask him to The meaning of life is that the prince means being relegated to a commoner and imprisoned in the cold palace."

Wei Feishan said nothing.

Xiao Lingxiao continued, "In the next few days, the court will focus on discussing how to deal with Zhou Xianyang. The princess is worried that Zhou Xianyang will change his words and confess her involvement in the rebellion. Miss Wei, you, me and the princess were all involved in this coup. I think you don't want to be confessed by Zhou Xianyang, right?"

Wei Feishan raised his eyes coldly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Xiao Lingxiao handed Wei Feishan a small paper bag.

Their eyes met, and he said silently: "Arsenic."

Wei Feishan raised his eyebrows: "You want me to poison Zhou Xianyang and silence him?"

"If he dies, the three of us can sleep peacefully, right?" Xiao Lingxiao smiled, "Although the three of us are the masterminds behind the scenes, who made him so stupid that he was willing to follow us in rebellion? He deserves to die."

Wei Feishan refused to answer.

She turned her head and said, "I'll be lenient and I'll be merciful. Don't worry, he loves me to the core and will never betray us."

Xiao Lingxiao was a little impatient: "Wei Feishan, the eldest princess and I are thinking about you. You don't even know what you have become now. I heard that your uncle has close contacts with Dong Palace. Do you think he is close to Wei Zi or you now?" ? I'm afraid that in a few days, you will be kicked out by your uncle, and even your mother will not be able to save you. "

Wei Feishan's heart tightened.

Xiao Lingxiao took in the subtle changes in her expression and chuckled: "If you are willing to listen to the eldest princess, at least the eldest princess is willing to be your support. She likes you so much, no matter which prince succeeds to the throne in the future, she will They will try their best to stuff you into the harem.”

When Wei Feishan heard this, his expression relaxed.

Yes, the only person she can rely on now seems to be Her Royal Highness the Princess.

She stared at the bag of arsenic for a long time, then slowly reached out and took it.

Six days later.

Zhou Xianyang was sentenced to exile in Lingnan because of his conspiracy to usurp the throne.

Tomorrow is the time to leave.

The moon is high in the sky, and the deep palace is lonely.

Zhou Xianyang sat alone on the steps in front of the palace corridor.

The shadows of the sweet-scented osmanthus trees beside the palace wall swayed gently. He hunched over and let out a long sigh from time to time, like an old partridge in the mountains.

There are no palace attendants here anymore.

During the days he was imprisoned, no one came to visit him.

Somehow, on such an autumn night, he suddenly missed his mother and concubine.

The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in two days. During the Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years, the mother-in-law would personally steam osmanthus cakes for him.

He thought, reaching out and pulling out a weed beside the steps.

"Brother Xian Yang."

A familiar female voice suddenly came from the darkness.