After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 77
Xiao Dujuan's pupils suddenly narrowed.

She squeezed her hands tightly, her face full of astonishment, and she raised her head to look at Wei Zi in a panic.

Wei Zi's face was gentle and gentle, but her eyes were firm. Obviously, she really knew that Xiao Lingxiao was not dead.

But she has been locked in the backyard of the deep house, how did she know? !

Could it be that she overheard their family chatting together at night?

After Xiao Dujuan thought about it, there was only one possibility.

She couldn't help stammering: "You, what do you want?"

Wei Zi smiled: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to live a good life. Be honest, don't provoke me, I will naturally not tell the matter. Otherwise, if I go to the capital to make trouble, your brother's official position may be ruined." It's gone. You don't want things to turn out like that, do you? After all, your whole family is pointing at him."

Xiao Dujuan swallowed.

She stared at Wei Zi firmly.

The sunset in the mountain temple was soft, and the light golden afterglow jumped on her long curled eyelashes. Those milky chestnut peach eyes were especially gentle. How could a woman in a deep house who seemed so innocent and willing to be bullied suddenly become so beautiful? into this?
Put poison in the powder cream she used to disfigure her, and threaten her with the fact that her brother is still alive...

Wei Zi...

How did she suddenly become so bad? !

Worse than her, it's outrageously bad!
Xiao Dujuan bit her lip, her eyes fell on Xiao Fengxian.

That's right, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, Wei Zi must have been spoiled by this prostitute.

Their family is so unlucky that these two injustices are hidden in the house!

Xiao Dujuan's eyes turned red, he didn't dare to joke about his brother's future.

She whispered: "My brother is your husband after all, and you two are childhood sweethearts. You don't have the heart to attack him, do you? He has a bright future and will benefit from you in the future. You can't threaten his future. Let's It's all a family, I always treat you as my sister-in-law, usually just joking with you, I don't mean to bully you. If you don't like it, then I won't provoke you in the future. "

After speaking, he clutched his bruised cheek and ran away in despair.

Xiao Fengxian raised her eyebrows: "What did sister-in-law tell her?"

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of my daughter's appearance." Wei Zi turned around with a smile, "Let's go, it's time for us to go down the mountain and go home."

The disappearance of Yang Qiu in Yunshen Temple did not cause an uproar.

The government's search was fruitless, so Yang Qiu was listed as a missing person every year according to the usual practice.

Half a month later, except for the Yang family who were still searching hard, everyone else was just talking about it after dinner, and no one cared about it anymore.

Xiao Dujuan was afraid that Wei Zi would reveal that Xiao Lingxiao was still alive, and because of the ugly scar on his cheek, he hid in the boudoir to recover from his illness like a mouse crossing the street every day, and dared not go out to trouble her again.

Fire flows in August, and clothes are granted in September.

As the weather turned cooler, it was approaching the day when Xiao Fengxian would leave for White Deer Academy to study.

Wei Zi personally sewed two sets of thick robes for him, and packed his luggage for him.

After dinner, the sky was hazy, and the lanterns under the eaves gradually lit up with warm orange light.

The dark green garden is quiet and lush, the early blooming osmanthus exudes a sweet fragrance, and the fireflies at the end of summer quietly pass through the wall, trying to touch the crescent moon hanging on the treetops.

Xiao Fengxian sat on the porch of the small study and drank tea.

The fan was opened, and he glanced into the room.

Wei Zi knelt on the ground, folded clothes one by one, and carefully put them into the cage.

She lowered her head, her long crow-blue hair was tied into a high bun with jade hairpins, revealing a fair and slender nape of her neck.

She said seriously: "These are clothes for autumn, you take them there first. I will send you some thick jackets and boots in winter."

The candles are quiet.

Her profile is gentle, like a pure white jasmine.

Xiao Fengxian said: "Sister-in-law, why worry so much, we're not short of money, we can just buy clothes and boots when we arrive in Yingchuan. It's not tiring to take them all the way there."

Wei Zi pursed her lips and smiled.

She is used to being poor, and has never had the concept of re-arranging clothes from head to toe without going to a place.

She said: "It's all packed, can't it be taken out again? The left and right are used to wearing it, so you should take it with you. There is a carriage with you, and you don't need to bother to move it."

After packing up the cage, Wei Zi took out a purse from his sleeve and carefully put it in the interlayer of the cage.

She tucked a strand of broken hair behind her ear, and said, "There are 100 taels of silver bills in the purse, you take it with you. When you arrive in Yingchuan, if you see something you like, just buy it. I know you I have money, but this is my wish, you must not refuse."

Xiao Fengxian raised her eyebrows.

The little widow knelt there, her hands folded on the jade-white skirt, her creamy chestnut-colored peach eyes were as sweet as honey, and her whole body was like a beautiful flower.

The voice is soft and gentle, with a tone of wanting to support him.

He wanted to hug her so badly.

Rubbed her into his chest, kissed her lips, and tasted the taste that made him dream.

Once he left, he didn't know when he would come back.

He took a sip of tea slowly, feeling the bitterness of spring tea between his lips and teeth, and asked: "After I go to Yingchuan, will my sister-in-law continue to visit her?"

Wei Zi grabbed the skirt of her skirt.

Facing the boy's deep and searching gaze, she remembered that he didn't like her looking for a new husband's house.

Probably, it was because she was afraid that she would abandon him after she had a new home, just like Xiao Gui.

In order for Xiao Fengxian to study outside in peace, she thought for a while, and said seriously: "Forget it, seeing your husband is not something that can be done in a hurry. I will see you again when my second brother passes the provincial examination and becomes a Juren." It's not too late."

After getting this answer, Xiao Fengxian finally took a reassurance.

He continued to drink tea, thinking about the future scientific research.

Wei Zi locked the cage, got up and packed the desk for him.

There is an exquisite sandalwood box hidden under the desk, perhaps because it is often taken out to look at it, the lid of the box is not locked.

Wei Zi unconsciously opened the lid of the box, and there was a layer of soft velvet inside, and eight or nine dough dolls were lying on it, all in different poses and delicately dressed.

Some wore jade-white skirts, some wore bright red wedding gowns, some wore navel-baring skirts of foreign dancers, and some...

Even wearing only thin belly hugs and obscene pants.

The face sculptures are lifelike, and even the emotional blush on the cheeks is vividly depicted, not to mention the plumpness and slimness unique to girls, which makes people feel ashamed at a glance.

I don't know, I thought it was some fun plaything in the boudoir.

Wei Zi was stunned.

She picked up a doll whose face was exactly like hers...

Outside the fan, Xiao Fengxian saw that there had been no movement for a long time, so she couldn't help but glanced curiously.

With just one glance, his blood seemed to freeze.

He quickly put down the teacup, got up and walked quickly inside: "Sister-in-law..."

The girl knelt in front of the desk, holding the mask doll with the least clothes in her hands. Because her head was lowered, he couldn't see her expression clearly.

(End of this chapter)