After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 405 Who I marry has nothing to do with you
Before the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone accompanied Mrs. Wei and gathered in the hanging flower hall of Songhe Courtyard to talk.

Wei Zi sat next to Mrs. Wei and gently replaced her with a brand new forehead wisp: "This was embroidered by my granddaughter when she was in the underground palace. I thought my grandma would like this lotus pattern."

When her fingertips touched the old man's temples, Wei Zi's eyes darkened.

Grandma's hair seems to be grayer...

Mrs. Wei's face was very rosy.

She waved her hand and signaled Xiao Fengxian to come forward.

Xiao Fengxian's mouth was sweet and she said respectfully: "Grandma!"

Wei Ling and Wei Huanjin both rolled their eyes.

Wei Ling couldn't hold back his anger and took the lead: "What does our family have to do with you? You just call me grandmother?! No, who is your grandmother?!"

"Don't pay attention to him." Mrs. Wei took Xiao Fengxian's hand and looked at him carefully from head to toe. "I knew you were good-looking, but now I have taken a closer look. It is true that you are both beautiful and talented. I looked at him and found that you are quite good-looking." picture--"

She suddenly fell silent and almost said the name that Zhou Shuo had strictly forbidden to discuss.

Xiao Fengxian smiled gently and said, "Is it like Dingbei King Zhou is fine?"

He was so calm, Mrs. Wei paused, and then said straightforwardly: "Have you heard of his name? I think Grand Master Wen told you, right? More than twenty years have passed, and I still remember that time. The Northern King's white horse, Jin Ji, was so handsome that I didn't know how many girls admired him back then. I saw that your eyebrows, eyes, appearance and demeanor all looked a lot like him."

Wei Zi lay beside Mrs. Wei, with a slight dimple on her cheeks.

She knew that her grandmother respected King Dingbei very much.

If grandma knew that Xiao Fengxian was the child of King Dingbei, she would probably be very happy.

Xiao Fengxian replied: "Although no one will mention King Dingbei, who among the old people in the Great Zhou Kingdom doesn't know King Dingbei? I am lucky to be like him."

He was humble in every word he spoke.

Wei Ling and Wei Huanjin rolled their eyes again.

Wei Huanjin sneered: "I didn't expect General Xiao to have two faces. He is usually bitter and unruly, but when he comes to my grandmother, he is as well-behaved as a puppy. You are such an adult, you don't mind being embarrassed."

Xiao Fengxian raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if she was hurt and wronged: "Brother, what do you mean by this? Xiao has always been gentle and gentle, and he was even more considerate and considerate towards Xiaozi and loved her to the core. Has Xiao ever been harsh and mean? Brother doesn't like Xiao, but There’s no need to discredit me like this in front of our ancestors, right?”

Wei Huanjin: "..."

He almost crushed the cup in his hand.

Let’s not talk about Xiao Fengxian’s fart words. First of all, how did he become his brother? !

Who wants to be his brother?
"Okay." Mrs. Wei patted the back of Xiao Fengxian's hand soothingly, "Good boy, don't argue with Jin'er. He has always been naughty and unwilling to work hard, so he can't compare with you. Come, sit down with me Come and tell me about the battlefield."

Seeing his ancestor accept Xiao Fengxian, Wei Huanjin's face turned dark.

Zhou Jing laughed happily at the side and teased him in a low voice: "Look, you have fallen out of favor again."

Wei Huanjin felt depressed and drank half a cup of tea in silence.

When Xiao Zi came home to recognize her relatives, he fell out of favor with his grandmother.

He married Jing'er, and his grandmother praised Jing'er for looking like her when she was young, saying that she deserved to have such a granddaughter. As for his own grandson, he couldn't even compare to Jing'er, so he fell out of favor again. .

Good guy, this time Xiao Fengxian came to visit, and he fell out of favor again!
While Mrs. Wei was chatting with Xiao Fengxian, they were in the corridor outside the door.

Rong Jiarong blocked Yu Hehuan: "What do you mean?!"

Rong Jiarong followed Xiao Fengxian to the battlefield.

After a year of training in the army, the boy has grown into a man. His skin has become two points darker, and his body has become much taller and stronger. He does not look like a little Taoist priest who is playing tricks on his own, but more like a little general of the noble family. Yu Hehuan held the handle of the round fan and looked at him arrogantly: "What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

Rong Jiarong's eyes turned red: "Why do you want to get married?!"

"The emperor has granted me marriage, what can I do?"

"But..." Rong Jiarong clenched his palms and asked again, "Do you like Murong Jinglue?"

"I don't like it."

"Then he likes you?"

"He doesn't like me either. He already has a sweetheart."

Rong Jiarong then quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly he remembered something and asked quickly: "Then... have you..."

Yu Hehuan couldn't stand his cowardice and said angrily: "Do you want to ask whether Murong Jingshou and I have consummated our marriage? But Mr. Rong, what does this have to do with you? Who should I marry? What does it have to do with you, and what does it have to do with whether I like you or not?”

Rong Jiarong's face turned red.

In the past, he was best at bickering with Yu Hehuan.

But since he fell in love with her, he couldn't even argue with her!
Sure enough, falling in love with your enemy is really not a good thing!
He turned away and said harshly: "I'm just asking casually. After all, few men in the world will like a girl like you."

Yuhehuan was so angry that her liver ached.

She glared at Rong Jiarong fiercely, turned around and left.

"Hey!" Rong Jiarong quickly stopped her, "I brought you a gift!"

Hearing that there was a gift, Yu Hehuan stopped, her lips curled slightly, and she reluctantly gave him a good face: "What gift?"

"I carefully selected it," Rong Jiarong took a cloth bag from his trusted servant, "I asked Xiao Fengxian and several other good brothers, they all praised me for my gift-picking ability, saying that this gift is excellent and meaningful, and it is the most suitable gift for the girl."

Jade Hehuan looked at him expectantly as he unbuttoned his cloth bag: "Gold? Pearls and jade? Or agate, jade?! Or the national jade seal?!"

"You're too vulgar." Rong Jiarong showed it to her proudly, "Look, it's an enemy head that I chopped off with my own hands! It's already dried. I asked a craftsman to make it into a bone sculpture and put it on your display. In the boudoir, don’t mention how elegant it is!”

Jade Hehuan: "..."

Rong Jiarong didn't notice Yu Hehuan's livid face at all, and said in an passionate tone: "It was my first time on the battlefield, and Xiao Fengxian couldn't take care of me all the time. The owner of this head wanted to Kill me, how could I face the enemy? I struggled with him for a long time, but I didn't expect to kill him with one sword! Looking back now, my posture at that time was probably extremely heroic!"

He came back to his senses and presented the secret to Jade Acacia like a treasure: "Do you like it?"

Jade Hehuan: "...get out!"

She turned and left.

She didn't even know what she was expecting from Rong Jiarong!
Could this guy still give her gold? !

She was blind to fall in love with such a man!
"Yu Hehuan, don't leave!" Rong Jiarong was anxious and followed step by step, "We haven't seen each other for so long, you don't have anything to say to me?! Why don't you ask me about my life on the battlefield? How about it?!"

Yu Hehuan suddenly stopped.

Rong Jiarong almost bumped into her.

Yu Hehuan turned around, looked at him critically for a moment, raised her chin and said, "Master Rong is so strange, why should I ask how you are doing? We are just old friends with a casual relationship, aren't we?"

Eyes facing each other.

The two of them were afraid of being underestimated by the other party, so they tried their best to hide the emotions in their eyes.