After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 15 He likes this moment of tenderness very much
Xiao Fengxian let her wipe away her sweat.

The girl in the year of cardamom was petite. Even if she sat on a higher step, she was still half a head shorter than him, and her whole body was shrouded in his shadow. The movements were careful and gentle, and he couldn't bear her to keep raising her hands, so he lowered his head voluntarily.

He likes the warmth of this moment very much.

Wiping off the sweat, he helped Wei Zi up: "Go into the temple."

He was willing to continue to apprentice.

Wei Zi smiled through tears.

The ancient trees in the temple are towering, and there is an endless stream of people offering incense in front of the Buddhist hall.

Shen Shilang was taking a nap in the meditation room, but he hadn't shown up for a while, the scholars scattered in twos and threes, but their eyes were all fixed on the direction of the meditation room.

Most of the scholars in Shanyin County surrounded Chen Zijing.

Chen Zijing was sitting under an ancient banyan tree, holding a folding fan, chatting and laughing with her younger sister Chen Ruixiang who was sitting opposite the stone table.

Chen Ruixiang's followers and sisters were scattered around, and Xiao Dujuan was among them, her eyes fixed on Chen Zijing, as if she wished she could jump on him.

Xing Qianri tugged at Xiao Dujuan's sleeve: "Cousin, be more reserved."

Xiao Dujuan shook off his hand proudly: "What do you know?"

Mr. Chen wore the clothes she gave him today.

He was already delicate and fair, wearing this ink-colored robe with cross-collar embroidered bamboo leaves and matching the golden hairpin on his hair made him even more majestic and dignified.

Xiao Dujuan bent his eyes happily.

Mr. Chen's willingness to wear her clothes proves that he has her in his heart...

She was in a state of mind when she heard Chen Zijing say slowly: "Speaking of Wing Chun's poems, my favorite is the song "A Garden Is Not Worth It", which reads "You should pity the moss on the teeth of your shoes, and knock on the firewood for a long time. The scenery of spring" The whole garden can't be closed, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall', what a wonderful poem!"

Xiao Dujuan quickly echoed: "Mr. Chen has such a good vision, and this is my favorite Yongchun poem!"

Chen Ruixiang rolled her eyes.

She made it clear that their family looked down on Dujuan Xiao, and this woman was so shameless that she kept pestering her brother!
She shook the small lacquered folding fan in her hand, raised her hand to brush a strand of hair that was hanging down her face, and said softly, "Sitting and waiting is boring, Xiao Dujuan, think of a way to make us laugh. "

The girls looked at each other, looking at Xiao Dujuan as if looking at a plaything.

They knew well that Chen Ruixiang didn't like Xiao Dujuan, and deliberately abused her and treated her like a buffoon on the stage for everyone to make fun of.

However, Xiao Dujuan didn't notice it.

She held her handkerchief and rejoiced, secretly thinking that Chen Ruixiang was giving her a chance to perform well in front of Mr. Chen.

She searched her brains, and finally came up with a joke, and said vividly: "Once upon a time, there was a rich and idle man, in the middle of winter, who saw a beggar with no clothes covering his body, standing trembling in the snow with his arms folded, so he asked the servant, Why did the beggar tremble. The boy replied that it was because the weather was too cold. The rich man was even more puzzled and asked, "Is it not cold after shaking?"

After she finished speaking, there was silence all around.

The originally lively place seemed to have cooled down.

Chen Ruixiang closed the lacquered folding fan, and said mockingly, "Do you think it's funny?"

Xiao Dujuan was embarrassed.

She looked at Chen Zijing uneasily, hoping that he would give her a good laugh with a smile, but the other party showed no reaction on his face as he played with the folding fan, apparently he also felt that her joke was not funny.

Xiao Dujuan gritted his teeth.

The people present are all young ladies who are either rich or noble. Every time they go out to play, they are full of prestige. She is a daughter of a local rich man who managed to squeeze into this circle. She doesn't want to be regarded as a boring girl by these people. I won't play with her in the future.

She secretly tightened her handkerchief, and suddenly saw Wei Zi and Xiao Fengxian walking this way.

With an idea, she waved and said, "Sister-in-law, here!"

As soon as Wei Zi and Xiao Fengxian walked over, Xiao Dujuan pulled Wei Zi over and introduced with a smile: "Brothers and sisters, this one is my sister-in-law, who is specially at home for my brother's widowhood. Just now Mr. Chen mentioned 'a branch of red apricot Come out of the wall', you see, in order to prevent her from going out, my mother specially put a pair of shackles on her feet, so that she can't go out!"

She moved quickly and lifted Wei Zi's skirt.

Wei Zi hurriedly pressed her hand, but those people still saw the shackles on her ankles.

For a moment, everyone under the ancient banyan tree had different expressions.

Some ridiculed, some sympathized, and some still had a conscience, angry that the Xiao family was so impersonal that they put such shameful shackles on a young girl.

Wei Zi stood there.

Who would wear shackles?

Only animals and prisoners would wear it!

So even in the mansion, she always wears floor-length skirts on purpose to cover up the shackles.

Xiao Dujuan used her dignity to please everyone, which shows her vicious intentions!
Xiao Fengxian took a step forward, and Wei Zi grabbed his sleeve in time.

Faced with everyone's scrutiny, she said neither humble nor overbearing: "My husband died early. I have been in love with his childhood sweetheart for many years, and I am willing to stay in Xiao's house for him and honor my parents for him. It's just that the parents-in-law are too sad, and they are afraid that I will abandon them. Do this kind of thing to me. I feel pity for their white-haired people to send black-haired people, and I don’t want to disobey them. Out of filial piety, what’s wrong with me?”

Today's son governs the country with filial piety.

She put herself on the high ground of morality, even in shackles, she is still impeccable and perfect, which also reflects how the Xiao family abused their daughter-in-law.

Chen Zijing stared at Wei Zi.

The little widow in the year of cardamom, wearing a bamboo blue cross-neck skirt, her slender waist is like a weak willow Fufeng, she is fair and charming, her milky chestnut peach eyes are particularly innocent and soft, her little face is like pure white jasmine, which makes people feel pity .

He didn't know that Shanyin County still hides such stunning beauty.

Rubbing the handle of the fan with his fingertips, after a while, he praised: "That's very well said. I admire the filial piety of the Young Madam very much. I think it's my own flesh and blood, and I can't do it for the sake of the Young Madam. The old couple treat you like this." You are too pedantic and ignorant. Don't worry, when I go back, I will tell my father that my father loves the people like a son, and I will take pity on you for being filial and pitiful, and order the old couple to unshackle you."

Everyone present was headed by Chen Zijing.

Hearing him praise Wei Zi, the people who originally laughed at Wei Zi also praised him, and Wei Zifeng praised him very well for a while.

Xiao Dujuan's face was distorted, and his hands were tightly clutching the handkerchief.

What's the matter with this group of people, they often bully and ridicule those cripples, widows, and orphans on weekdays, why are they so tolerant of Wei Zi today? !

The same is true of Chen Gongzi, who even called her parents pedantic and ignorant, but they are his future father-in-law and mother-in-law!

She was not angry, and blurted out: "Mr. Chen doesn't know something. Our family values ​​etiquette and etiquette the most. For example, myself, although I came from a small family, I can be regarded as a lady of the family. I am very clean and self-respecting. There are three letters and four correspondences. My mother often said that my sister-in-law cannot be a widow at such a young age, and she must wear a pair of shackles on her feet to keep herself safe. Therefore, these shackles must never be taken off!"

(End of this chapter)