After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 50 Xiao Fengxian, do you have a conscience?

The next day.

Qingju served Wei Zi to comb his hair, and said happily: "Miss Zuo said, yesterday, our restaurant made a net profit of 50 taels of silver! Although the melons, fruits and drinks in the lobby downstairs were paid upside down, the private rooms upstairs made a lot of money. Those rich people really paid a high price to book a good seat just as the girl expected, just to watch the dragon boat race last night!"

Wei Zi was speechless.

A net profit of 50 taels of silver a day, she never even dared to think about it before!
However, only the Dragon Boat Festival has such good fortune in a year.

Qingju combed her hair in a beautiful bun: "Miss Zuo also said that the dough figurines in the building are also very profitable, and those ladies and ladies are very delicate when they meet each other, and they specifically asked if they could be served during festivals or birthdays. It's time to order the style and send it to their residence."

When it comes to pasta, Wei Zi can't help feeling a little proud.

The painstaking efforts spent in making pasta are finally not in vain.

"Apart from these, is there anything else going on in the restaurant?" Wei Zi picked up the wooden comb and smoothed the broken hair on his forehead.

"There's nothing wrong with the restaurant, but I heard that something happened to Mr. Fan who the girl hosted last night." Qingju wanted to give Wei Zizan two hairpins, but found that there was no jewelry in the dowry. On the way home, he died."

Wei Zi was stunned: "Dead?"

"That's right, the vegetable farmer saw it on the bridge this morning. The corpse had been soaked in the water overnight, and when it came up, it was swollen and swollen. It was creepy!"

Wei Zi's face quickly turned pale.

Her eyelashes trembled, her pupils were misty, and she could barely hold the wooden comb.

After a while, the wooden comb fell to the ground with a "click".

She got up and quickly ran to the small study opposite.

Xiao Fengxian was still sleeping on the floor.

Wei Zi pushed open the door, saw that he was soundly asleep, picked up a bowl of water and poured it on his face.

Xiao Fengxian opened his sleepy eyes, sat up, and wiped the water from his face: "What are you doing?"

Wei Zi's voice was trembling: "You killed Fan Wenzhu?!"

"No."

"You lied! He is dead now, if you didn't kill him, who else could it be?"

"He's dead?" Xiao Fengxian was stunned for a moment, then applauded sincerely, "Good death!"

Wei Zi stared at him closely, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Sitting there, he was wearing the black robe she sewed by herself. He was obviously handsome and pretty, with thin lips and blushing, and his curved fox eyes were particularly evil, as if he had been transformed by a ghost in the mountains in late spring. people.

Obviously a person died, but he looked so happy.

It seems that in his eyes, human life is worthless.

Yes, it was the same in the previous life, he was wearing a black official robe and a leather belt inlaid with gold, and while talking and laughing, he caused the heads of his colleagues to fall to the ground, and their families were destroyed.

It is said that he does not like other music, but only loves to hear the screams of people dying.

He was the son of a prostitute, so after he took power, he pulled out the tongues of the family members of those officials who insulted him and sent them to brothels.

He will retaliate, even though he is young, his heart is more vicious than anyone else.

The world is afraid of him, and the world hates him.

In the world, no one loves him.

Xiao Fengxian...

Xiao Fengxian...

Wei Zi stared at him, feeling that he was an evil spirit hidden under the beautiful skin.

There was nausea in her chest, and she couldn't help turning her head to vomit.

Xiao Fengxian's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

His face instantly became gloomy and ugly, he got up and grabbed Wei Zi's arm: "Sister-in-law, what does this mean? You think I'm disgusting?"

Wei Zi lowered his head, his peach blossom eyes were moist and red, and he refused to look at him directly: "Why did you kill him? Is it because of what happened last night? He is a good teacher, but because he broke through your scandal, so you just want to kill him." Want to kill him? Xiao Fengxian, do you have a conscience?"

Xiao Fengxian stared at the woman: "I didn't kill him. Yes, last night, I wanted to kill him, but I remembered that my sister-in-law wanted me to be a good person, so I held back halfway. Now he doesn't know why If he is dead, he is useless, so what does it matter to me?"

"How could he die so well?" Wei Zi was angry at his deceit, "Xiao Fengxian, how many lives have you committed under your hands?! Not only him, Hongrui was also killed by you. That night Wutong Garden, I think it's true Qianqian, your face is covered with blood, it's Hongrui's blood!"

Xiao Fengxian's pupils shrank.

He thought that the little widow was easy to deceive.

It turned out that she knew everything.

She knew that he had killed Hongrui, but she still acted with him, pretending she didn't know anything!
He let go of Wei Zi, and said frankly: "There are indeed many lives under my hands, and Hongrui is among them. But Fan Wenzhu, his death has nothing to do with me."

Wei Zi shook his head, with disbelief all over his face.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Fengxian was also annoyed: "Sister-in-law doesn't believe me, so go report to the government, report the truth to the government, and say that Fan Wenzhu was killed by me. Thinking about it, the government will reward sister-in-law for her reporting."

Wei Zi gritted his teeth: "Do you think I dare not?"

Xiao Fengxian stood in the shadow, staring at her, and suddenly laughed slowly.

Smiling and laughing, the madness in his fox eyes became more and more intense: "Then you go! Anyway, Xiao Gui and the others hope that I will die early, and sister-in-law, you also despise my love. If I am executed by the government, you will be clean. How happy you are!"

He laughed to himself, and in the silent study, he was particularly sad and creepy.

Wei Zi's heart tightened.

That strange feeling came to my heart again.

Obviously, what she was facing was a murderous executioner, a heinous ghost who was good at disguising, but she...but she couldn't hate her anyway.

She obviously prayed to the gods, and she would not be entangled with him year after year, but in the past few months, she seemed to have seen him as——

family.

She was so distraught that she didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of her.

She rubbed her forehead wearily, and had nothing to say to Xiao Fengxian.

After a while, she turned and left.

Xiao Fengxian stared at her back, said in a hoarse voice with red eyes: "Is sister-in-law going to expose me?"

Wei Zi didn't answer him.

Nan Zhu came in through the window and brought fish porridge to Xiao Fengxian: "Young master, it's time for breakfast."

"roll!"

The southern candle does not roll.

He held the fish porridge steadily: "She doesn't believe in the young master, which shows that she is stupid and ignorant. This kind of woman is not worth the young master wasting on her. A widow is just a widow, and her appearance is worth boasting about, but her appearance is nothing , what kind of beauty does the young master want if he can't get it, what is she?"

Xiao Fengxian became inexplicably furious, and raised her hand to overturn the fish porridge.

The little widow was born in the countryside and had no father or mother. Compared to those officials and noble girls, she is really nothing, not even the wild flowers on the roadside. Someone stands up for her and seeks justice for her.

but……

But in his heart, she was different from other women.

He said irritably, "Go and find out for yourself how Fan Wenzhu died."

Nan Zhu asked again: "If she really goes to sue the officials, do you want to stop her?"

Xiao Fengxian was displeased: "Let her go, she can do whatever she likes."

He also wanted to know if his widowed sister-in-law would sue the officials.

(End of this chapter)