After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

That night.

Rong Jiarong stepped into the camp: "Are you looking for me?"

Xiao Fengxian had already washed up briefly, and was leaning on a pear blossom wood rocking chair to read military books.

He raised his eyes to look at Rong Jiarong, there was a thin snowfall tonight, he came on snow, and was turning around to take off the dark blue sable fur cloak embroidered with bright moon, he patted off a layer of fine snow on the tip of the fur collar, Slowly hang on Mu Shi.

He turned around. Compared with the down-and-out young man who was hiding from the rain outside Yunshen Temple back then, he now had a completely different look. He was dressed in a moon-white straight-leg round-collar robe that made him delicate and gentle, and his waist had been hung for thousands of years. With a bronze compass and a diamond folding fan, this is the guy he eats with.

There is still cunning and sharpness hidden in those narrow eyes like cold stars, and his heart is still the same as before after betraying him.

Xiao Fengxian curled her thin lips: "Sit down."

"Yo, you are being polite tonight."

Rong Jiarong raised his eyebrows, folded his sleeves and sat down. He lowered his head and picked up a peanut from the fruit plate and threw it into his mouth: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"You and I have known each other for four or five years. You handle things for me. All the property and connections under my name are in your hands. You know my situation well." Xiao Fengxian stared at him, tapped on the table with her fingers, "But it suddenly occurred to me tonight that I didn't know anything about you. Rong Jiarong, when we met back then, I told my sister-in-law that you were my brother, but both you and I knew it was a lie. After so many years, you I travel from south to north, and I dare to ask you, in your heart, can I be considered your brother now?"

The moon is hidden and the snow is deep.

In the tent, a few pale golden candles danced slightly in the breath of the person.

Rong Jiarong's eyelashes stand out clearly in the sea of ​​brown pupils.

For so many years, he seemed to be Xiao Fengxian's most important arm.

Xiao Fengxian went to Yingzhou Academy to study, and he took care of business for him in the south.

Xiao Fengxian went to Beijing to rush for the exam, so he spent a lot of money to dredge up contacts in the court for him.

Xiao Fengxian entered the Ministry of Industry as an official, and he slowly moved his business to the north, earning endless wealth that he could not squander.

As for himself, his current wealth is also enviable. Everyone in the business world respects him, and the folk merchants have no doubts about his fortune-telling and feng shui skills. For example, he raised a cat in a certain shop today. Well, tomorrow a whole street of merchants will follow suit.

He is no longer the down-and-out young man who traveled to the countryside in the past and depended on fortune telling for a living.

They want to be symbiotic vegetation.

Rong Jiarong smiled and raised his eyes: "Why doesn't it count?"

"Since you are a brother, why do you do that behind my back?"

"What kind of thing?"

"The fog on the lake today is your fault, right?"

Xiao Fengxian asked bluntly.

Although he denied that the thick fog was strange and strange when talking to his sister-in-law during the day, he knew in his heart that this fog was not simple.

Rong Jiarong was inaccurate in fortune-telling, and he seemed to be fooling around with a tattered bronze compass all day long.

But dawdling around doesn't mean that he really doesn't know how to use Qimen Dunjia. Over the years, Xiao Fengxian has seen his methods from south to north. If he doesn't have any real skills, how can he be kept by his side?

Today, it was Rong Jiarong who used the five elements and eight trigrams to create such a fog out of nothing.

Seeing that Rong Jiarong was silent, Xiao Fengxian sneered: "What are you and Yu Hehuan planning? You know that if you are caught by the Imperial Forest Army today, not only you and her will suffer, but my sister-in-law and I will also be implicated by you?"

Rong Jiarong ate another peanut, and said slowly: "When we went ashore, we accidentally wet the hem of our robes, that's where you found the clue, right?"

"Yes."

There was silence in the tent.

Rong Jiarong knew that if he didn't make it clear today, he might not be able to get out of this tent.

He raised his eyes: "You should know about the past in Jian'an."

"Slightly heard."

"After Dingbei King Zhou Wuyang was killed, someone complained about his death. That person had served as a vanguard under Zhou Wuyang for two years, and Zhou Wuyang had saved his life. When the emperor was about to return to Shangjing At that time, he crossed the river alone in a boat in white clothes, and sounded the battle drum that Zhou Wuyang personally used before his death. He believed that Zhou Wuyang would never kill innocent people and betray his family and country. He begged the emperor to re-investigate the Xuanke Temple murder case."

Xiao Fengxian's complexion was watery.

He had never heard of this matter.

Rong Jiarong slowly crushed the peanut shells: "The emperor was furious. Not only did he not re-investigate the old case, but he also regarded that man as the remnant party of King Dingbei. He not only sent him to death by the riverside, but also ordered to kill his whole family." He has a daughter who was just born and was still in her infancy, and escaped by a wet nurse, and fled from the north to the far south."

The sound of peanut shells cracking was quite clear in the tent.

Xiao Fengxian whispered: "Jade Hehuan?"

"Yes, it's Yu Hehuan. The day she arrived in Beijing, she found me in private and begged me to arrange this big show for her. Since she was sensible, the wet nurse told her all the past and the past. She firmly believed that Her father, mother, grandmother and brother are all innocent, and they should not have been killed by the emperor. She has already decided to reopen the old case, and she has tried all kinds of methods to raise money over the years, all in preparation for the case."

After Rong Jiarong finished speaking, he glanced at Xiao Fengxian's face, and suddenly covered his face and sobbed pitifully: "She is a helpless little girl, how pitiful she is for carrying such a heavy burden! I am the most Lianxiangxiyu, although we always quarrel with her, but she is a weak woman after all..."

"Stop howling."

Rong Jiarong raised his eyebrows, stopped howling, and continued to peel peanuts to eat.

Xiao Fengxian remained expressionless: "You are not someone who would take risks for others, and you would never do it for her just because you sympathized with her. Tell me, what else do you have to hide from me?"

Rong Jiarong stuffed a peanut into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

He stared at Xiao Fengxian by the light of the candle, as if he wanted to find something on his face.

Xiao Fengxian was displeased: "Look again, I'll goug your eyes out."

Rong Jiarong laughed.

He peeled another peanut, and slowly unfolded the thin red coat with his fingertips.

After a while, he reminded: "Yu Hehuan's surname is Yu, and her father's surname is also Yu. Miss Wei's grandmother also has the surname Yu. In addition—"

He paused, pressed the peanut red clothes on the table, and looked directly into Xiao Fengxian's eyes: "Back then, everyone in the temple village reviled King Dingbei, but her father was the only one who believed that King Dingbei was innocent. He was King Dingbei. Ming died unjustly, if King Dingbei still has descendants alive, I think he will owe her a favor."

Inexplicable words.

Xiao Fengxian only realized that Yu Hehuan and Wei Zi were probably cousins.

After he had sorted out the family history of the Yu family, Rong Jiarong had already put on his cloak and got up to leave the camp.

When the felt curtain was opened, the cold wind swept into the tent with fine snow, several candles flickered, and the fine snow fell on Xiao Fengxian's eyebrows and corners of the eyes, a little cold.