After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Zhou Xianyang quickly looked up and saw Wei Feishan, dressed as a palace maid, walking towards him with a food box.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, stood up and took a few steps towards her: "Little fan?!"

"It's me, I'm here to deliver food to His Highness." Wei Feishan shook the food box in his hand with a smile on his face, "The guards in the Heavenly Palace are too strict these days, and I have no chance to come in. Tonight, with the help of the eldest princess, I finally found the opportunity to come visit Brother Xian Yang."

The two of them sat down at the stone table under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The moonlight was hazy, and several palace lanterns hanging on the branches cast soft light and shadow.

Although it is approaching late autumn, there are still a few fireflies floating in the darkness not far away.

Wei Feishan placed the food and wine he had brought on the stone table one by one: "They are all the dishes that brother Xian Yang likes to eat, and the wine is also your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus wine. I think you will leave for Lingnan tomorrow. Tonight I want to see you no matter what."

Zhou Xianyang watched her place the chopsticks and asked, "Why did you only bring one pair of chopsticks? Aren't you going to eat?"

"I...I came here after eating." Wei Fei fan lowered his eyelashes, licked his hair unnaturally, and poured a glass of wine for Zhou Xianyang with his own hands, "Brother Xianyang is exiled to Lingnan this time. I don’t know when I can see you again, I feel a little reluctant to leave you.”

Zhou Xianyang saw her eyelashes and fingertips trembling slightly.

He took the wine cup from her but did not put it into his mouth.

He was silent for a long time and looked at the fireflies: "Little Fan, I remember that you loved catching fireflies when you were young. But you are much thinner and shorter than your peers. Even if you try very hard to flap around with the fan, you still can't catch fireflies." I couldn’t catch them. When I saw Jing’er laughing at you, I began to feel sorry for you, so every summer, I would catch many fireflies and put them in small bamboo cages and send them to you.”

"Brother Xian Yang still remembers things from childhood so clearly." Wei Feishan's smile was a little forced, "I don't remember it a long time ago."

Zhou Xianyang took a few bites of the food quietly before saying gently: "How can I not remember clearly about you?"

Wei Feishan is a girl he has liked since he was a child.

He knew that she was competitive, and he also knew that she looked down on him as the one with the worst background among the many princes.

He could only try to be nice to her.

Even if she asks him to rebel, he is willing.

Wei Feishan lowered his head and slowly wrapped the handkerchief around his finger: "I don't like fireflies anymore."

Zhou Xianyang let out a low "hmm".

The sound of partridges could be heard in the shadow of the trees.

Wei Feishan suddenly raised his head again: "Don't you want to drink?"

The moon is reflected in the wine glass, shining brightly.

Zhou Xianyang looked at the wine, hesitated for a moment, and drank it all in one gulp.

Dark clouds covered the moon.

Zhou Xianyang stretched out his hand and gently stroked Wei Feishan's hair and cheek: "Little Fan, you have lost weight during this time."

Wei Feishan remained silent.

Zhou Xianyang curled his lips: "What should you do if I'm not by your side in the future? I am incompetent after all. I will never be able to scheme against others until I die, and I won't be able to fight for what you want until my death."

Wei Feishan's smile was uglier than crying: "Brother Xianyang, what are you talking nonsense about? Why do you have to live and die?"

Zhou Xianyang stared at her deeply, her face clearly reflected in his pupils.

Blood gradually dripped down the corners of his lips.

He still maintained a gentle expression: "While I was locked up here, I thought about many things. Was it the imperial aunt who caused the death of my mother and concubine? The purpose was to force me to rebel with you. I also I know, Auntie Huang probably can’t tolerate me anymore, she is afraid that I will expose her, so she wants to kill me to silence her. I just didn’t expect that she would send you here.”

Wei Feishan's face turned pale.

Arsenic begins to take effect.

Zhou Xianyang's internal organs were aching. He covered his chest and slowly curled up to the ground, his eyes still falling on Wei Feishan's face. He laughed and cried at the same time: "Little Fan, I will never be able to catch another cage of fireflies for you in this life. I am a reckless man, without any foresight or calculation, and I cannot pave the way for you. I will only be on the west side of the dormitory. There is a stack of silver notes hidden under the third brick. After I die, don’t stay in Shangjing. Take the banknotes and go as far as you want, and never come back again..."

A cold wind suddenly rose.

The biting cold made Wei Feishan tremble all over and his lips kept moving.

She watched Zhou Xianyang gradually lose the breath of life, the tip of her nose was sore, but she couldn't cry for some reason.

It was she who killed him with her own hands.

She killed the man who loved her most in Shangjing City.

She walked numbly to the dormitory, and sure enough she took out a stack of banknotes from under the bricks.

Some are new and some are old, some are missing and some are complete.

It was probably the money that Zhou Xianyang had saved for a long time.

Wei Feishan held the stack of silver notes and walked out of the bedroom like a ghost.

She stood there alone, watching from a distance the gradually cold body of Xian Yang under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

She didn't know how long she looked before she looked at her own shadow again.

A very thin, thin shadow.

It is also a very lonely shadow.

……

"His Royal Highness is gone?"

In the imperial garden, Wei Zi was playing with the persimmons on the tree with a pole, and felt a little sad when he heard Qing Ju's report.

Although she had already expected that the eldest princess would not tolerate Zhou Xianyang continuing to live, it would be too cruel to kill him so eagerly.

Murong Jiuli sat on the persimmon tree and stretched out his hand to grab Wei Zi's bamboo pole: "What is there to make a fuss about? The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. He himself wants to rebel. Who is to blame for his death? It is only his own fault that he has no ability. Also, Wei Zi, I’m warning you, I’ve taken over all the persimmon trees in the Imperial Garden, and I’m going to pick them for Zhou Xianyuan, but you’re not allowed to pick them!”

Her red dress is like fire, and she is extremely domineering.

Wei Zi was unconvinced: "There are more than a dozen persimmon trees in the imperial garden, large and small, which can bear hundreds of kilograms of persimmons. Can he eat so many?"

Murong Jiuli raised his chin arrogantly: "I won't give it to others even if it rots after eating too much!"

Wei Zi choked: "You——"

Zhou Xianji happened to pass by.

He asked with concern: "Xiao Zi, do you really want to eat persimmons?"

Wei Zi was not that greedy. She just passed by here yesterday and saw that the persimmons on this tree were red and round. They looked fresh, so she brought bamboo poles here to pick a few today, hoping to have a taste.

Zhou Xianji said to Murong Jiuli: "Miss Murong, please forgive me, but please give this persimmon tree to Xiaozi."

Murong Jiuli's eyes widened and he glanced at him critically: "What if I don't want to give in?"

Zhou Xianji just smiled.

This smile annoyed Murong Jiuli.

Although Zhou Xianji was the prince of the East Palace, Murong Jiuli not only was not afraid of him, but was eager to compete with him.

She took off the soft whip wrapped around her waist and said crisply: "I have long heard that you are in great health. Everyone says that although you have been ill for many years, you are a talented master with little kung fu and so on. I didn’t fall behind either. I want to compete with you today!”

Wei Zi quickly retreated, but after only ten rounds, Murong Jiuli was stepped on the ground by Zhou Xianji, and his face was buried in the soil! (End of chapter)