After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Ji Zhaoyi pointed to the book of poems on the book case again, and said with a smile: "I heard that Fan Er and other young masters and ladies wrote poems for the flood of the Dace River together, and even published a book of poems. I quickly asked the palace servants to buy it for me. I Although I haven't read many books, I can read the poems written by Fan Er, but I feel full of fragrance and I like it very much. I don't know what's good about it, but it's good to read!"

Wei Feishan smiled lightly: "Your Majesty is overrated."

Wei Zi looked at the poetry book, and the opened page was the poem written by Wei Feishan.

The paper pages are loose and slightly yellowed, apparently being rubbed and read by the owner for a long time.

Ji Zhaoyi...

He really loves Wei Feifan.

Ji Zhaoyi greeted the two sisters to sit down, noticed the white jade and bamboo bracelet on Wei Zi's wrist, and couldn't help being surprised: "The empress gave you this pair of jade bracelets?"

Wei Zi touched the jade bracelet and nodded slightly: "The empress said that the right should be a congratulatory gift for the daughter-in-law to admit her relatives and return home."

"That's how it is," Ji Zhaoyi's eyes showed a dark color, "It was worn by His Majesty personally for her when she was named queen, and she has always cherished it all these years. The empress is willing to give it to you, which shows that she loves you very much. Empress is a good person, thanks to her care, I can safely raise Dayanger. The girl whom Empress loves must be a good girl."

She ordered the lady-in-waiting to fetch two agate jade combs, and said with a smile: "I don't have any good things in the palace. These two jade combs were sent as tribute from the grassland. I heard that using them to comb your hair can make your hair black and thick. They are right as gadgets." Give it to you."

As soon as Wei Zi and Wei Feishan thanked them for their reward, the palace maid led Xue Ziyu in.

Xue Ziyu saw the ceremony, and said in a warm voice: "Mistress Zhaoyi, the banquet is about to begin, and the ancestors are already urging them to go to the banquet with their fans."

Ji Zhaoyi held Xue Ziyu's hand, with a kind smile on her round face: "I'm with you."

A group of people walked quietly in the direction of Chonghua Hall.

As dusk approached, the sound of crows disappeared into the dark purple sky, and the last light of the golden sunset danced on the bright yellow glazed tiles. Thousands of lamps were lit on the scattered palace buildings, gathering together in the dim twilight. The fire, light and shadow reflect the majestic and brilliant palaces and towers.

From the Chonghua Palace in the distance, the singing of palace maids could be faintly heard.

In the palace alley, Ji Zhaoyi and Xue Ziyu walked in front.

Ji Zhaoyi said softly: "I'm not afraid of Tzuyu's jokes when I say it. Our family, Yang'er, admires Fan'er very much. She has been begging me for the past few days, hoping that I can take advantage of this Mid-Autumn Festival reunion banquet to ask His Majesty to give them a marriage. I was thinking rashly." After all, it is not appropriate to ask for a marriage, and it is only safe if the two families get along with each other. Ziyu, can you agree to this marriage?"

Xue Ziyu raised his eyebrows, his pupils were sharp.

Although Zhou Xianyang is the prince, he has been implicated by Ji Zhaoyi's background and has not been loved by the emperor for many years.

Zhou Xianyang...

There is no possibility of inheriting the throne.

How could the jewel in her palm marry a useless prince?
Her fan must not have such a humble mother-in-law like Ji Zhaoyi!
Thinking of this, Xue Ziyu smiled, pretending to be modest, and said: "My wife never asks about Shan'er's heart, I don't know if she is interested in the third highness. Fan'er is naughty and doesn't understand the rules, and my wife still wants to keep her I will teach you more by my side. Thank you, Lady Zhaoyi, for your kindness, I am afraid I will disappoint your kindness tonight."

Ji Zhaoyi was saddened upon hearing this.

After a while, she forced a smile and said, "Marriage matters should be considered slowly."

Not far away, Wei Feishan looked at the agate jade comb in his hand as he walked.

The jade comb is very warm in the palm of your hand.

only……

After all, too cheap.

The emperor's women are also divided into grades, and Ji Zhaoyi is undoubtedly the last one.

The prince born to such a woman is also the last class among the princes.

I really don't know why she wants to have a child. Her background will only cause her son to be looked down upon like her. It is better not to have a child than to suffer together.

She is a dignified daughter of the Duke's Mansion, she must never marry Zhou Xianyang.

Contempt flashed across Yuan Xing's eyes, she secretly put the jade comb to Xing'er behind her: "I reward you."

Holding the jade comb, Xing'er was overjoyed: "Thank you, Miss!"

Wei Zi saw the small actions of the master and servant, and said softly: "Why do you do this? Ji Zhaoyi loves you no less than any elder in the house, why do you waste other people's love?"

"Love?" Wei Feifan sneered, "If it's love to just send an agate comb, then I will love Xing'er very much."

Wei Zi knew she wouldn't listen, so he didn't bother to talk nonsense to her.

Wei Feifan had bright eyes, staring closely at the brightly lit Minghua Palace not far away.

She doesn't want Ji Zhaoyi's cheap love, the love she wants is the fierce and only preference of her mother.

If she can't favor her alone, she would rather not.

A group of people stepped on the Hanbai imperial steps, Zhou Xianyang was looking forward to it outside the hall.

Seeing his mother, concubine and Mrs. Zhen Guogong coming together, and seeing Wei Feishan following behind, he couldn't help but his eyes brightened.

He quickly stepped forward to salute, and said happily: "Greetings to my concubine! Aunt Xue is safe on the Mid-Autumn Festival! Little fan, we haven't seen each other for a long time. You like the crab and osmanthus wine I sent you two days ago. ?”

"Third Highness, you are polite."

Wei Feishan bowed to Wei Zifu, with a cool and indifferent attitude.

"Little fan, we—"

Zhou Xianyang was overjoyed when he saw Wei Feifan, and wanted to say something more, but Ji Zhaoyi grabbed his cuff.

Ji Zhaoyi frowned and shook her head slightly at him.

Zhou Xianyang was stunned.

With the help of the palace lantern hanging under the eaves, his gaze passed over Xue Ziyu and Wei Feishan one after another, and seeing the same dull expressions on their faces, he knew that the marriage was not settled.

The young man was discouraged, and the excitement and joy of seeing his sweetheart seemed to be blown away by the cold wind from the north.

Fan'er doesn't like him, he should have known earlier.

His cheeks were slightly hot, trying to maintain his dignity, as if to ease the embarrassing atmosphere, but also as if to comfort and encourage himself: "It's okay, it's okay, it will be a long time in the future, little fan, if you and I are destined, we will be a family sooner or later. I ... I have loved you since I was a child, and I will definitely marry you in my life!"

The young man who has just reached the crown has a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, Wei Fei fans all over his eyes, and loyalty and admiration all over his face.

Wei Feifan met those passionate eyes and looked away displeased.

Now she just wants to find a lover, she doesn't want to see Zhou Xianyang, a useless and conspicuous bag at all.

As the moon rose high in Shangjing, the palace banquet officially began.

In the hall, the red sleeves of the dancers fluttered, and the civil and military officials mingled with each other, just like a prosperous scene of the country and the people's peace.

Wei Ziduan sat beside Mrs. Wei, and the old man asked softly, "Is the Second Prince still in good health?"

"His Highness said that it is an old problem, caused by drowning when he was young, just take a rest."

Wei Zi answered honestly, and noticed a gaze passed the dancers and fell on her unabashedly.

She looks back.

Sitting beside Xiao Lingxiao, Xiao Fengxian was smiling and toasting her, the fox's eyes were full of ambiguity.