Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (7)

Lan Fang was dragged back to her yard again. Listening to the excitement of gongs and drums outside, her heart seemed dead, only tears were streaming down, and the whole person looked very embarrassed. She feels that all her hopes have been deprived and destroyed. It is her son. It should be her who enjoys the glory and praise!

Why on earth does Wei Yinglan have to exist in this world? Without Wei Yinglan, she would not have lived so miserably!

No matter how Lan Fang resents and hates Wei Yinglan, everyone now knows that the new champion Pei Mian is the son of Madam Hou's Wei clan. It's enviable. It's really a good marriage and a good life. Ordinary people don't have such a blessing.

Pei Mian is at home, except for his mother who would call him every year, even his father also called him by name. So when he got off the horse, he saw A-Niang smiling, and his heart was as sweet as eating honey. He was incredibly happy. He was ignorant when he was a child. Only when he grew up did he know how cold-tempered his mother-in-law was. He didn't say that he was treating others, even he was seldom smiling at his father. This is what Pei Mian didn't understand the most. It was said that his father and mother had a deep affection for Qinse and Ming. They have indeed slept together for so many years, but why does he think there is something wrong?

No matter whether you are a father or a mother, when facing each other, it is the same as facing a stranger, and there is no closeness between husband and wife.

At this moment, it is rare to see his parents standing side by side at the door waiting for him. When he saw him, he rarely smiled. Pei Mian was very happy, got off his horse and knelt down to thank his parents for their kindness.

For the Weiyuan Hou Mansion, this is a great happy event, and it is also true for the entire Pei family. Mrs. Pei always blamed Pei Deyong for having fewer sons and refused to accept more concubines, so she didn't say anything this time. Didn't he respond to Pei Deyong's own words? What's the use of more sons? Even if he only has one son, he is much better than others. In the past, Mrs. Pei disagreed, but now Pei Mian's senior high school champion, there are more than a dozen other descendants of Pei’s family who participated in Chunwei, and only three of them are on the list. It can't be compared with Pei Mian.

There were a lot of guests to congratulate him, and all of them praised his godson's good manners. Pei Deyong's cold face, which has remained unchanged for many years, finally seemed to have lost so much...maybe it was an expression of shame.

This is really ridiculous. He didn't intervene in Pei Mian's education. It was all the credit of his wife. When Pei Mian was a child, he was very cute and pleasant. When he was a little older, he would be a bear. If it weren't for his wife to take care of him, he would probably not be a new champion now, but a romantic dude across the capital. Pei Deyong doesn't know how to teach children, he himself grew up groping, Pei Mian can grow into such a healthy and intelligent person today, Pei Deyong does not dare to take credit.

How lively outside is, how desperate Xiyuan is. More than a decade later, all the news about Pei Mian that Lan Fang learned was from the maid. She didn't actually miss her son, let alone the child. If Pei Deyong put his heart on her and had more children with her, she would never care that Pei Mian was taken to Wei Yinglan to raise her. But Pei Deyong was not a stunned person, and did not come to have children with her again. In this way, Pei Mian became her only hope.

It is the hope of leaving this yard and fulfilling my dream.

She is now the mother-in-law of the No. 1 Scholar in the New Division, should she be qualified to be the wife of Lord Hou? Why is the old hen who can't even lay a single egg, Wei Yinglan occupying the seat in the main room? She couldn't give birth to anything for so many years, it was her retribution! Lan Fang was very relieved, she hated Wei Yinglan to death, but now the most important thing is to go out, how to go out? The guard at the door was guarded strictly, and it would be impossible to run out again.

But although he can't get out, the maid can. These years have not been harsh, Lan Fang has saved a lot of money, she gave all the money to a trusted maid, let her go out to report, no matter what, Wei Yinglan is no matter how powerful, no matter how powerful it is, it will punish the next person. People are loyal to her and not tempted, aren't they? As long as you have money, you can always buy a few people and connect with the young master's yard.

Lan Fang didn't want much. She wrote a tearful letter and asked her maid to send it over.

When the maid came back, Lan Fang nodded to her, and Lan Fang immediately showed joy and tears of excitement. Her hard life was finally coming to an end! She can finally get out from here! When she is free again, she must make Wei Yinglan's **** a hundred times more miserable than her, and recover everything she owes her!

But although the letter was sent out, there was no reply. The hopeful Lan Fang grabbed the handmaid and asked and asked again, confirming that the other party had bought out a cleaning servant in the young master’s yard. Taking advantage of the opportunity to clean up the young master’s study room, he put the letter on the young master’s desk—think carefully. Three days have passed, why is there no news?

Does the son do not believe in himself? But she said it all inside. There was a red round birthmark on his shoulder blade. There was a secret place, and it was impossible for someone close to him to know.

Why hasn't the son come to pick her up? Has he forgotten that he is his mother?

Or is it that the letter was not delivered to him at all?

This Lan Fang guessed wrong, Xinzhen really sent it to Pei Mian, and Pei Mian also opened it, but he didn't respond after reading it, and instead handed the letter to his mother-in-law.

Dad happened to be there, and the relationship between the husband and wife was cold, and Pei Mian was frozen when he entered.

He handed the letter over, A-Niang read it first, and then gave it to Dad. The expressions on their faces were exactly the same—that is, they were expressionless.

Pei Deyong asked: "You believe it?"

"Daddy, your concubine is too wishful thinking, how could I be her son?" Pei Mian almost rolled his eyes. "When I was a child, she came out crazy and stopped me. I didn't believe it at that time. How can I believe it now?"

"It's fine if you don't believe it." Qing Huan took the letter back and threw it away at random. Her indifferent attitude made Pei Mian firmly believe that what the letter said was all nonsense. If it were true, why didn't his father and mother have any flustered or guilty conscience on their faces?

"This person made a mistake and was locked up in Xiyuan for so many years, but he still didn't give up." Qing Huan said lightly. "If the letter can be delivered to your desk, are the people in your yard dirty? Find a way to solve it by yourself, and you can't let unfaithful servants by your side."

"Nangong, don't worry, I've caught him." A coldness flashed across Pei Mianjunxiu's face.

He is indeed still young, but he is not a fool, his mother taught him very well.

If you want to choose a person who you trust the most, Pei Mian will choose A-niang without even thinking about it. This woman raised him up, raised him from a tiny noodle dumpling, taught him to read and write, and taught him to play the piano and chess. All he could learn was taught by A-niang, even if everyone cheated him, A-niang Nor will it.

Pei Mian still remembers now. He fell ill when he was young, and it was A-niang who accompanied him day and night without closing his eyes to take care of him. Although A-Niang always doesn't like to talk or laugh, the maternal love he feels can't be fake.

He only has this mother.

When only he and Pei Deyong were left, Qing Huan glanced at him. Over the years, Pei Deyong turned out to be so pure-hearted that he did not try to have a relationship with her anymore, but the frost on his face became heavier and heavier, and Qing Huan hadn't seen him smile for a long time. Of course, for Pei Deyong, he may not have seen his wife smile again for a long time.

They just lived together for almost half their lives.

Pei Deyong himself didn't quite understand why, so he didn't even think about it. He thought it was good just like that. There are so many people who have been confused for a lifetime, why should he think so clearly? Thinking too clearly is too torturous.

"I'll take care of this." Qing Huan said. "You don't have to worry about it."

"Okay." Pei Deyong is relieved that she has always been considerate in handling affairs. "I won't be back tomorrow. The emperor is going to hunt. I am ordered to accompany him. I will probably go there for three or four days."

"Ok."

"Mian'er is the champion and my son. The emperor values ​​him very much and specially appointed him to go with him tomorrow." After a pause, Pei Deyong said again. "Although Mian'er is not a military attache, she probably won't join the army in the future, but she has studied martial arts with me since childhood. Hunting is to the royal hunting grounds. There are imperial forest soldiers around. I will be careful not to hurt him."

"Ok."

The two chattered a few more frequently, roughly speaking one response one by one, and the bytes of the response were very short, nothing more than um, ok, OK, but Pei Deyong listened, but he felt comfortable.

At least, they can talk together. When he gets older, Mian'er will be able to stand alone and start a family, and there will probably be no regrets in this life.

For some things, it’s better not to mention them again, and it’s best to forget each other in order to live on.

Pei Deyong had a dream at night, dreaming of his little daughter who hadn't dreamed of it for a long time. He was still in that soft and soft appearance, with watery eyes, looking up at himself, holding his legs coquettishly to hug him. He bent down to fish, but flew into the air, opened his eyes only to feel that the night was like water, and the cold made his heart flustered.

Turning his head to see his sleeping wife with his back to him, Pei Deyong was in a daze. His head was a little bit painful. For some reason, there was an ominous feeling, and his heart was heavy, as if something bad was about to happen.

There is also a strange pain.

He let out a sigh of relief, his arms empty for many years, never again when he was newly married, the girl who was so coquettishly going to come in, holding him in both hands, was a rogue girl.

Who do you follow every year? Isn't that charming, follow her?

It was probably a long time that he had forgotten that she also looked like a girl.

Brightly smiling, looking forward to beautiful eyes.