After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 61 Is Xiao Lingxiao Not Dead?

Skin to skin.

Wei Zi immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

She lowered her head and picked up the bowl and chopsticks uncomfortably: "Eat quickly."

After eating breakfast, Xiao Fengxian pointed to the package of things placed under the eaves: "I arranged people to pretend to be bandits, and faked the illusion of robbing the house. These things were all dug out from the warehouse of the Xiao family. If my sister-in-law likes it Take it away."

Wei Zi opened the cage curiously.

There are only 500 taels of cash in it, and only a few dozen pieces of jewelry and antiques.

She knew very well that all the money earned by the Xiao family's dyeing workshops over the years had been subsidized to Xiao Lingxiao who was far away in Shangjing.

Poor Xing Qianri still hoped to inherit the Xiao family's property, but he didn't know that the current Xiao family was simply an empty shell.

Wei Zi closed the cage: "Since it's stolen goods, how dare I accept it? It's better to take it to a town farther away and exchange it for silver ingots. Although the second brother is not short of silver, who would think there is too much money?"

Xiao Fengxian did not force her to accept it.

He looked at the pile of things, and after a long while, he narrowed his fox eyes: "The three dyeing workshops of the Xiao family are very profitable, and the old couple have no other hobbies, so they like to gamble. After careful calculation, this should be more than their wealth. At least, there should be thousands of taels of silver deposits."

Wei Zi pursed her lips.

She knew that Xiao Lingxiao was still alive, but Xiao Fengxian didn't.

After pondering for a while, she reminded: "Don't you think it's strange for the second brother? Husband died in Shangjing. He was obviously the heart and soul of his parents-in-law, but his parents-in-law refused to go to Beijing to collect his bones in person, so they only sent a woman to dismiss the matter." When I dreamed back in the middle of the night, I often wondered if my husband was not dead, if he was a Jinshi in high school, secretly started a family in the capital, abandoned me, a poor wife, and married a noble girl from an official family..."

This is absurd.

How can a person who has erected a tombstone not die?

In order to marry the noble daughter of the official family, he did not hesitate to fake his death. How could there be a man in the world who loves vanity and clings to the powerful?
Say it, no one will believe it.

Xiao Fengxian groaned in his heart, secretly keeping an eye on it.

He reached out and patted Wei Zi's head again: "Since sister-in-law is full, why don't you go back to sleep, think more about me before going to bed, and less about Xiao Lingxiao."

Wei Zi was pushed back to the boudoir by him, lying on the bed sullenly.

She yawned and fell asleep quickly because she was too sleepy.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon.

After lunch, she saw that there was no movement in the small study opposite, so she couldn't help asking, "Where did he go?"

Qingju helped her wash her hands: "I went out early in the morning, and when I left, I was still carrying the black iron war halberd, and the servant heard him talking to Nanzhu from a distance, as if he was going to Yunshen Temple to find some bald donkey to settle accounts. "

Wei Zi was stunned.

It was only later that she realized that the package of medicine was specially ordered by the old host to be taken by Xiao Fengxian.

In other words, what the old host wanted to harm was not Xiao Gui's family, but Xiao Fengxian alone!
The poison is so strong, if she is obedient and puts all of it into the tea, then Xiao Fengxian is probably ready to be buried at this moment!

Xiao Fengxian is a person who must take revenge, he will definitely go to the old host to settle the score!

She wiped her hands with a towel, and hurried out: "Get ready for the carriage, let's go to Yunshen Temple!"

It's too late, I'm afraid the corpses of those monks will be collected!
Qingju was at a loss: "Is the girl going to find some bald donkey to settle accounts?"

She looked up at Fang Liang: "Luyou, let's follow!"

Luyou lay on the beam, and hurriedly wrote on the pamphlet with a brush: "Come, come..."

Before she came to Lingzhou, the factory supervisor had told her to carefully record the young master's diet and daily life.

But she followed Miss Wei from morning to night, and she could record very little.

"On a certain day in a certain year and a certain month, the young master went to Yunshen Temple to settle accounts with the bald donkey, and Miss Wei followed."

After writing down this, she rolled over and landed, and followed Qingju to chase Wei Zi.

Yunshen Temple.

The little novice stood outside the mountain gate with palms folded, and said respectfully, "Almsgiver, please stop, the temple does not accept pilgrims today."

Xiao Fengxian held the black iron battle halberd, with a half-smile: "Which eye of yours sees me as a pilgrim? Today, I'm here to ask your host for an explanation!"

Before the little novice could say anything, Xiao Fengxian jumped up.

The black iron war halberd forcibly split open the tall mountain gate!

He broke into the temple all the way, cutting down the flowers, plants and trees on the way.

The black robe fluttered, and the young man's voice revealed a strong hostility: "Don't you dare to be an old monk? I have no grievances with you, but you want to use my sister-in-law to kill me, and you all say that you are a monk." Don't lie and be compassionate, old monk, you lied to my sister-in-law and even killed me, come out, let's confront each other face to face!"

The sound of chanting came from the Buddhist temple.

After a while, a middle-aged monk appeared under the eaves of the hall.

"Amitabha," he clasped his palms together, "my uncle has passed away, if you have anything to say, you can tell this poor monk."

"Painted away?"

Regardless of the monk's obstruction, Xiao Fengxian went straight into the Buddhist hall.

There was a person lying in the hall, with white beard and hair and a peaceful face, it was indeed the old host.

He actually died...

Xiao Fengxian clenched the black iron battle halberd tightly, as if punching the cotton with a fist: "Oh, this old bald donkey really knows when to die."

The monks chanting scriptures around him couldn't help showing disgust when they saw him being so presumptuous.

The middle-aged monk said: "Uncle Master has been compassionate all his life, and he is good at calculating and asking divination. I don't know how many people he has rescued in the past few decades. Since the night when Master Xiao offered incense, the incense sticks were broken three times in front of the Buddha. Uncle Master calculated Benefactor Xiao has been despised by the gods and Buddhas, and will become a wicked evildoer who will harm the common people in the future, so he will sacrifice himself to go to hell to get rid of you."

Xiao Fengxian raised her eyebrows, "Am I a monster?"

The middle-aged monk was neither sick nor slow: "My uncle has divination dozens of hexagrams in his life, and he has never made a mistake. As far as the poor monk knows, Xiao benefactor was born to a prostitute in a brothel. He disrespects his father, brother, and aunt. Mu. From my perspective, the benefactor is indeed not a good person. My uncle left a last word on his deathbed, if the poison fails to get rid of benefactor Xiao, I, Yunshen Temple, will personally get rid of the evildoers for the sake of the common people."

The temple is silent.

The next moment, the middle-aged monk suddenly disappeared in place.

The monks around suddenly raised their monk sticks and surrounded Xiao Fengxian in the middle.

With scarlet fox eyes hanging down, Xiao Fengxian held the black iron battle halberd tightly, and the broken hair hanging from the corner of her forehead was blown by the wind.

There was a sneer on his lips.

He is a monster?

He didn't even know that he was a monster, but this group of people somehow called him a monster and wanted to kill him!
The Buddha statue is compassionate.

The killing intent is already in the hall.

……

The bluestone steps are winding and long.

Wei Zi gasped for breath while supporting his knees, and finally climbed up.

She raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat off her face, and looked up, the mountain gate was violently cut open, and she knew who did it without thinking.

"Second brother..."

She murmured and ran into the mountain gate with great difficulty.

(End of this chapter)