After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 66 Sudden Want to Lock Her Up

Wei Zi sat down suspiciously.

Xiao Fengxian read those big characters carefully, and circled the places where she wrote well.

He said: "Sister-in-law's handwriting has improved a lot. She must have spent every night studying and practicing hard. How long does sister-in-law practice every night?"

Nan Zhu served tea and rolled his eyes.

The young master of his family stared at the window of his boudoir every night, how long did he practice, how could he not know?
Still pretending to ask here.

Wei Zi replied: "I practice for an hour every night."

"Drip water wears away rocks, and heaven rewards hard work. Sister-in-law's efforts will be rewarded." Xiao Fengxian took out a copybook, "This is a copybook I wrote recently, and it is much better than the one I gave you before. If my sister-in-law copies again, copy this copybook. gone."

Wei Zi took it.

Xiao Fengxian didn't say any more, sat upright, and continued to read the collection of poems, acting like a gentleman.

Holding the copybook, Wei Zi couldn't help looking at him frequently.

He was extraordinarily serious today, unlike usual.

He didn't say those sticky love words again.

It's like rehabilitating.

Xiao Fengxian raised her eyes suddenly: "Sister-in-law is looking at me for what?"

Wei Zi hesitated: "You..."

Xiao Fengxian smiled: "I don't like to force others, my sister-in-law doesn't like me, I admit it. From now on, I will study hard, and in the future, I will be a pillar of the country as my sister-in-law wishes."

It is obviously a serious word of striving for progress, but after Xiao Fengxian said it, Wei Zi couldn't help but feel hairy all over.

It always feels like this person is possessed by a monster.

She was speechless, and after a long while, she put up her eldest sister-in-law's airs and said: "If you can think that way, that would be great."

She got up to say goodbye and went back to the boudoir.

Xiao Fengxian watched her leave before revealing her true colors, raised her legs and lazily knocked on the desk.

He threw away the collection of poems, took out a dough doll from the box, and held it in his palm to enjoy it carefully.

It was the little Wei Zi he pinched with his own hands before.

He touched the doll's skirt, and suddenly disliked it being too plain.

The little widow dressed like this to keep Xiao Lingxiao's filial piety.

But she used to love flowers and pinks, and she also liked to dress up beautifully.

So he ordered: "Go to Ziqidong and order a few dolls for me. The appearance is according to what I have in hand, and the dressing and decoration can be varied."

He wants to secretly hide in the small study to enjoy.

Nan Zhu packed up the teacups.

His young master is looking more and more like some kind of collection freak.

Xiao Fengxian secretly collected Wei Zi's dough dolls in private, and asked someone to get a box of pearl hairpin jewelry.

Wei Zi was shocked when she saw the box of jewelry on the makeup mirror.

The jewelry is housed in a red sandalwood carved box. When it is opened, there is a delicate gold-painted bronze mirror embedded in the lid, which is matched with a small comb carved with gold silk nanmu. The first layer is rings and bracelets made of different materials, the second layer is necklaces and wreaths, and the third layer is the most expensive, which is a set of green pulp jade heads.

In her previous life, Wei Zi was taken to the capital. She remembered that even if she was as noble as the daughter of the Marquis of Changping, there was no such precious person in the house!
She couldn't believe it: "This... this... you gave it to me?"

Xiao Fengxian nodded: "Sister-in-law, do you like it? I heard that your daughter's family loves shiny ornaments. I reckoned that you like them, so I brought them to you."

"It's too expensive," Wei Zi closed the lid, "I can't accept it."

"It's not very expensive. It was originally sent by the merchants below to honor me. However, I don't have a beautiful wife and concubines around me. What's the use of these things? That's why I gave them to my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law said that we are family members. It shouldn't be too much to give a little something to the family?"

He said it easily.

Wei Zi knew that he was the richest man in Lingzhou, and he was even richer than some aristocratic families in Shangjing, these things were really a drop in the bucket for him.

but……

She frowned, and still chose to refuse: "I can't afford to send a gift of the same value in return, so I can't accept it. What's more, I still owe you 1000 taels and haven't paid it back. How can I ask for your things again? Take it back, If you marry a wife in the future, it’s not too late to give it to her.”

Xiao Fengxian suppressed her impatience.

This little widow is also a little too gentle, so just hold it for her, what are you doing?
As if he couldn't afford it!
What's more, there are few women in the world who can afford that set of emerald jade hair, and she is the only one with fair skin and beautiful eyebrows, which is suitable.

Chrysoprase is crystal clear, finely carved into a lotus pod, and it looks dark and deep green at first glance. She wears it around her neck, and the lotus pod hangs down below her collarbone. White skin, green pith jade, undulating mountains, and all clothes faded between the bed curtains At that time, I didn't know what kind of thrilling style it should be.

There are many seeds in the lotus pod, which means good meaning.

If it was in the past, he would have used violence to put it on her directly.

Xiao Fengxian took a deep breath, barely maintaining a dignified and dignified gentleman persona.

"Sister-in-law is like this, it's just seeing outsiders. Or, does sister-in-law not regard me as a family member at all?" He shook the white Bodhi bracelet on his wrist, "Sister-in-law also gave me things, no matter the value, it's just the heart , I regard it as a treasure. If you refuse to accept it, I will return this bracelet to the Buddha."

His attitude was so firm that Wei Zi could not refuse at all.

Wei Zi hesitated, and could only say: "Then...then I will keep it for you for now, and when you fall in love with a girl from another family, I will give it to you as a bride price."

While talking, Qingju led a maid in.

The servant girl saluted and said respectfully: "Miss Wei, this servant girl is the maidservant of the Queqiao Immortal. My girl sent a servant girl over to send a message, saying that she has specially found a few young masters Pian Pianjia for you, and asked if you are free tomorrow. Look at each other."

Before Wei Zi answered, Xiao Fengxian took the lead and said, "She's not free."

"Second Brother!" Wei Zi scolded softly, and turned to the maid, "I'm free, please tell Boss Yu, thank you for worrying about me."

After the maid left, Xiao Fengxian was displeased: "Sister-in-law really wants to go on a blind date?"

Facing the boy's interrogating gaze, Wei Zi suddenly felt guilty for some reason.

She lowered her long eyelashes, turned around and tidied up the house: "I will always remarry."

She had to marry herself off before Xiao Lingxiao returned home in all her glory.

Xiao Fengxian stared at her slender waist.

A sudden urge to lock her up.

Just like before, locked in the deep house, not letting her go out to meet other men.

The young man held back, thinking that he wanted to be a dignified gentleman she liked, but he didn't dare to do anything to her. He took a cold shower by himself, and with his upper body bare, he danced the halberd all night in the cold dew as if to vent his anger.

The next morning, he had a fever.

The small study is filled with the fragrance of medicine.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Wei Zi fed medicine to Xiao Fengxian: "Okay, why did you suddenly have a fever? I always advise you not to sleep on the floor, but you just don't listen."

The boy's eyes were bloodshot.

He obediently took the medicine, quietly staring at Wei Zi with fox eyes, the room was full of medicine fragrance, but he smelled the sweetness of jasmine.

That was the smell of the little widow.

Obviously he had never used perfume, but every gesture of his hands and feet always exudes this sweet, greasy and clear fragrance of flowers, reminding him of the tenderness of holding her in his arms at the mountain temple that night.

His voice was hoarse, almost begging: "I'm sick and I need my sister-in-law to take care of me. Don't go on a blind date, will it work?"

(End of this chapter)