After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Li Jinglin's expression twisted and mocked: "Your Highness, this statue of the Dragon King is worth tens of thousands of gold, and it was built by you personally. Now that you want to tear it down, isn't it a waste of so much snow-patterned silver?! Isn't it a waste of money? The feelings entrusted by thousands of people to the gods?! If you want to tear it down, I have no objection, I'm afraid those people will not agree!"

Wei Zi looked in all directions.

People in the world believe in gods and Buddhas.

It is believed that floods and floods are caused by the wrath of the gods and came to the world.

It is often recorded in history books that whenever natural disasters occur, many emperors will issue "edicts of guilt" and take the blame on themselves, so as to pray for the gods to bless the country, the country, the country, the society and the people.

If the emperor is still like this, the people will believe in gods and Buddhas even more.

It is simply impossible for them to tear down the statue of the Dragon King.

Sure enough, several veterans around said to each other: "Your Highness, this statue cannot be dismantled!"

"Your Highness is young and doesn't know how to fear the gods."

"Only by enshrining the statue of the Dragon King properly can the god's anger be appeased, and the flood can truly stop!"

"..."

There were different opinions, and they all opposed Zhou Xianyuan's decision.

Zhou Xianyuan stood among the crowd, closed his eyes, as if making a difficult decision.

I don't know how long it took before he opened his eyes, his pupils were clear, and he said slowly: "In ancient times, in order to control the water, there were foolish people who sacrificed a pair of virgin boys and girls to the river god every year, but the facts have proved that this is nonsense. Talk! Building embankments is for the sake of the country and the people. To build such a majestic and extravagant Dragon King Temple is really against the original intention of water control and is not beneficial to people's livelihood. Li Jinglin, alone now personally orders that the statues be demolished, and all the money earned will be used rebuild after the disaster.”

Li Jinglin raised his eyebrows: "His Royal Highness really decides to do this? If you offend the gods and Buddhas, you will go to hell in the future!"

"I don't know what it is to pray to gods and worship Buddha. I can only see this steamed bun in my hand." Zhou Xianyuan's eyes were slightly moist, "I don't know whether gods and Buddhas can protect the world. I only know that there is only a seemingly simple meal and rice." , so that the orphaned people can live on. I don’t want to think about tomorrow, but only about today.”

Zhou Xianyuan's voice was sent far away by Jiang Feng.

The originally noisy officials and craftsmen were silent, and the kneeling people also fell silent when they heard these words.

The overwhelming resentment brought about by the demolition of the statue seemed to melt in the wind.

The river wind is humid.

Wei Zi brushed his temple hair that was blown tousled by the wind, and a layer of mist appeared in his peach blossom eyes.

Xiao Fengxian glanced at her and handed her a handkerchief.

Wei Zi took it, lowered his eyelashes and whispered: "The wind by the river is too strong."

Xiao Fengxian hooked her lips: "It's quite big."

Something happened here, and Wei Feifan came over in a hurry: "Brother, what are you still watching here? There are not enough people at the porridge shop, I'm almost too busy!"

Wei Huanjin hurriedly said "Come here", and hurried back to help.

Wei Zi turned to Xiao Fengxian and said goodbye, "I'm going back too."

She gave a blessing and left.

However, Wei Feifan was afraid that she would be in the limelight, so he didn't arrange any work for her, and still sent her to look after the ingredients. Wei Zi sat idle for a while, thinking of Xiao Fengxian's dirt and torn sleeves, he lowered his head and rummaged through the sleeves. Take out a small bag of needlework and a soap locust bead.

The saponin bead is made by herself, it is as small as a jade bead, it is easy to carry on the body, if it gets dirty on the dress when playing outside, it can be cleaned in time.

She took a few more steamed buns, put them into a storage box, and took them to see Xiao Fengxian.

After asking several officials from the Ministry of Industry along the way, they found the tent where Xiao Fengxian lived.

Nan Zhu is not outside the tent, he probably went to play with Qingju.

She was about to open the felt curtain when she heard a voice from inside:
"The so-called statue of the Dragon King is His Majesty's handwriting, right?"

The voice was soft and sly, it was Murong Jiuli.

She continued: "The emperor is getting old day by day, but the prince is young and powerful, yet he still wins the hearts of the people. He is even more loved by the people than his ninety-five-year-old. The emperor is suspicious by nature, and he doesn't like the queen at all. Can't tolerate Zhou Xianyuan. The emperor wanted to use the statue of the Dragon King to stigmatize Zhou Xianyuan as extravagant, but he didn't expect that Zhou Xianyuan would tear down the statue even if he bears the scolding of the people. What he said by the river is so inspiring Even if the statue was destroyed, the people did not dislike him. When the news reaches the palace, I am afraid that the old emperor will be pissed off."

Wei Zi was startled.

It turns out that the statue of the Dragon King was handwritten by the Son of Heaven?
When she was young, she knew that "the love of the calf is deep", there is no parent who does not love the child, how can the emperor...

"So what?" Xiao Fengxian's sneering voice followed closely, "The emperor and your father have two handwriting, Zhou Xianyuan can escape once by luck, but he can't escape the second time by luck. His kind of person... Clumsy by nature, luck will not favor this kind of person. As the crown prince, he can't sit securely, facing inside and outside, no one wants him to sit in that position."

Wei Zi held the handle of the food box tightly.

She was in a daze when a soft white hand suddenly opened the tent.

Murong Jiuli tilted his head, smiling sweetly: "Caught a goose that was eavesdropping."

Wei Zi was startled, and subconsciously took half a step back: "I... I didn't mean to eavesdrop..."

Murong Jiuli smiled inexplicably, and walked past her with a lazy voice: "Brother Fengxian, I will leave this goose to you."

Wei Zi entered the tent in a daze, and the felt curtains fell behind her.

The tent was so thick that it blocked all sunlight and could only be lit by candles.

Xiao Fengxian glanced at her, and while taking off the filthy official robe, said: "What are you doing here?"

Wei Zi put the food box on the table, lowered his head and lifted the lid: "I'll send you some steamed buns, as well as needles and threads and saponin beads. Your clothes are dirty and torn, you need to wash them well."

In the hot summer, she combed all her long crow-green hair up into a beautiful high bun.

This lowering of the head reveals a slender and tender nape of the neck, and the white back is faintly revealed in the collar. Under the candlelight, the icy muscles and bones of the whole body still emit a thin jade-like light.

Xiao Fengxian casually threw the official robe and leather belt on the ground.

The slightly curly and fluffy ponytail is scattered behind him. He is wearing a white shirt, staring at Wei Zi. The fox's eyes are dark and deep, and his Adam's apple is slightly rolling. .

He smiled: "You know what you heard just now, you can't say it?"

Wei Zi put the things on the table, with the needle and thread on her fingertips, and did not answer for a long time.

Although her mother treated her badly, she would not want to take her life.

But His Royal Highness...

If a person is alive in this world, even his own parents want to take his life, how pitiful he should be, it is better not to give birth to him from the beginning.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she said softly: "His Royal Highness is a good person."

"Whether he is a good person has nothing to do with whether others will take his life."

Xiao Fengxian walked over, his tall figure enveloped Wei Zi, his cold hand was on the back of the girl's neck: "Sister-in-law, the capital city is different from Shanyin County, there are some words that should be forgotten after hearing."