After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

In midsummer, when the stars fall on the plains, the brightly lit night market in Kyoto is like an unfolding scroll of prosperous times.

In the back garden of He’an Hall, the sounds of grass insects and crickets can be heard endlessly. Green gauze lanterns are hung on the eaves and tree branches. Green Orange and a few maidservants hold fans in their hands, frolicking and fluttering against the fireflies under the moonlight in front of the steps.

A bamboo couch was set up under the loquat tree.

Wei Zi wore a thin plum green upper jacket, paired with an apricot red gauze skirt, combed a crow green high bun, revealing a white and slender neck, and sat on the couch with Mrs. Wei to enjoy the cool.

Two pairs of shoes are placed side by side on the foot of the bamboo couch, and Wei Zi's pair of embroidered shoes are clinging to Mrs. Wei's as if relying on them; iced fruit slices are placed on the tables at the side, and the fruity fragrance is mixed with the night wind. The floral fragrance is very pleasant.

Mrs. Wei pointed at the lychees on the silver plate with her fan, and said with a smile: "The child is sensible, and if he got the lychees rewarded by His Majesty, he will send someone to bring them to you."

She was talking about the second prince Zhou Xianji.

Wei Zi peeled off a lychee and brought it to the old lady's lips: "He treats me very well."

Lychees are sweet.

Mrs. Wei sighed: "His mother and concubine were princesses of a foreign race in the north, and they passed away shortly after he was born. When he was young, the children in Shangjing rejected him, but you were the only one who was willing to play with him. He has always remembered all these years You are good, so after you go home, I treat you as before."

Wei Zi was in a daze.

She didn't know much about the princes, it turned out that Zhou Xianji's mother and concubine had gone early.

Mrs. Wei caressed Wei Zi's head gently: "The child who lost his mother's protection and grew up in a man-eating deep palace should have learned intrigue, intrigue and cunning, but how did he learn it?" To love someone. You see, the more unloved a child is, the more he is willing to give love to others."

Zhou Xianji...

Wei Zi quietly felt a little sad for him.

"Grandmother is getting old, and I don't know how many more years she can live." Madam Wei's voice sank, and her slightly rough fingertips slowly stroked the girl's fair and immature face. But you have been back to Beijing for so long, and you have not seen His Majesty summoning you, let alone giving you a formal marriage..."

Wei Zi was silent, and said softly: "I think it's because His Majesty has a grudge against the fact that his granddaughter was once married."

Why doesn't Mrs. Wei know.

Those men measure the value of a woman by whether they maintain their chastity, and even instill this concept in the women themselves, expecting them to keep their bodies like jade so that they can become a man's vassal in the future. These people's vision is so narrow, Even the aloof Ninth Five-Year Venerable is no exception.

She looked in the direction of the palace, and her eyes were a little cold: "In terms of seniority, he should call me cousin. The son of our family has opened up territories for him for hundreds of years, and I only ask him for the safety of my granddaughter." The future, what is it?"

She patted the back of Wei Zi's hand: "Don't worry, Xiao Zi, as long as I'm still alive, this marriage will be counted. When the flood is over, grandma will enter the palace and ask for a marriage for you. To marry the kindest man in the world."

Silver Han Miaomiao.

The night wind passing through the garden is slightly cold, the loquat leaves are rustling, the moon is in the sky, and the bustle of the market next to the wall is gradually dissipating.

The frolicking maids also started to feel sleepy, and the croaking of frogs on the other side of the pond became more and more noisy.

Mrs. Wei yawned lightly. She has been sleeping restlessly lately. She often dreams about things when she was young. She thinks she won't live long. She doesn't know how to enjoy the coolness under the loquat tree with Xiao Zi like this summer. Can be several times.

Her granddaughter has been homeless for 12 years, and she has nothing to make up for. Only by paving the way for her for the rest of her life while she is still alive can she feel completely at ease.

She braced herself up and said: "The little girls are sleepy, let's go too."

Wei Zi smiled and said yes.

She helped Mrs. Wei to walk into the house, but she was thinking of Zhou Xianji.

Married to Zhou Xianji...

If grandma asks for a marriage decree, will she really marry Zhou Xianji?

Can she really love Zhou Xianji?

The next day is Tanabata.

In the early morning, the maids of Zhen Guogong’s mansion became lively, busy paying money to join the party, and asked the kitchen to prepare tea and wine, fruits, red dates, longan, peanuts, etc., and planned to worship Weaver Girl with the sisters at night to pray for a good marriage.

When Wei Zichen got up to make up, he saw Qingju sneaking around in the bronze mirror, and couldn't help being curious: "Qingju?"

Qingju was startled, and panickedly hid her hands behind her back: "What's the matter, Miss?"

Wei Zi tilted his head, curious: "What are you hiding?"

"No... nothing..."

Wei Zi tactfully walked around behind her, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Concentric Knot?"

Unmarried girls in the Great Zhou Dynasty often liked to give their sweethearts a series of concentric knots woven with brocade ribbons on the Qixi Festival.

Wei Zi looked at Qingju's flushed cheeks, and smiled: "Good Qingju, who is your sweetheart?"

"Miss is so annoying!"

Qingju shrieked shyly, covered her face and quickly escaped from the boudoir.

Wei Zi couldn't help laughing, and after laughing, he went back to the dressing mirror and opened the bottom drawer of the box.

In the drawer was an expensive and exquisite golden thread dress, which Xiao Fengxian forced her to wear when she went back to the rich and rich house to eat wine.

Her fingertips caressed the golden thread clothes, and after a pause, she picked up an apricot-yellow concentric knot in the corner.

Qingju quietly made a concentric knot, and she also quietly made one.

She stared at him complicatedly for a moment, then hid the concentric knot in her sleeve.

But I don't know who to give it to.

When Wei Zi came to greet Mrs. Wei, Wei Feishan was there, talking with the old man.

Mrs. Wei smiled at Wei Zi: "You came late today, your second sister got up early and was the first one to come here."

Wei Fei smiled without saying a word.

She was going out of the city today to give gruel and charity, so of course she had to come to pay her respects early, so she could leave the city as soon as possible.

Wei Zi and Wei Feishan met the ceremony, took the chopsticks from Nanny Chang, and served the old man himself: "Today is the Qixi Festival, the little girls are happy, and they all get up early, and my younger sister can't escape the custom."

Madam Wei lovingly pinched Wei Feifan's too thin and skinny hand: "Could it be that Fan also learned from others to weave a sympathy knot, and intends to give it to the young master of his heart?"

"Grandmother..." Wei Feishan blushed and lowered her eyelashes shyly, "Why do you like to tease Faner like your father? Faner has already decided that she will never go out of the house today, and stay at home with her mother."

The grandparents and grandchildren were talking, and Wei Huanjin came in with a bird cage in his hands.

"Greetings to grandma!" He was full of air, saluted, and held up the cage proudly, "Grandson bought a talking green-haired parrot in the market yesterday, and specially gave it to grandma to relieve her boredom !"

He and Song Chengyi next door often invite friends to go out to play, so they are not often in the mansion.

Mrs. Wei is very happy to come here today to pay her respects.

"You still remember me," Mrs. Wei deliberately blamed, "I don't come to visit me a few times in a month! But what good things did you bring for your two sisters?"

Wei Huanjin scratched his head embarrassingly: "Having fun outside, I only remember my grandmother, but I forgot my two younger sisters..."

"It's enough for my brother to think about grandma." Wei Feishan said sweetly, with a very sensible look.

"By the way, fan," Wei Huanjin suddenly looked at her, "When I went to the stables this morning, I heard from Steward Zhang that you ordered two carriages in advance and planned to go to the outskirts of the city to donate porridge and charities today? Are you alone? Are people going?"