Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (seven)
Lan Fang was dragged back to her yard again. She listened to the bustling gongs and drums outside, her heart seemed to be dead, only tears were streaming down, and she looked extremely embarrassed. She felt that all her hopes had been deprived and destroyed. That was her son, and she should be the one who enjoyed these honors and praises!
Why does that woman Wei Yinglan exist in this world? Without Wei Yinglan, she wouldn't be living such a miserable life!
No matter how much Lan Fang hated and hated Wei Yinglan, everyone now knew that Pei Mian, the number one scholar in the new division, was the legitimate son of Mrs. Hou's Wei family.
Pei Mian was at home, besides his mother who called him Nian Nian, even his father also called him by his name. So when he got off the horse, seeing A Niang smiling, his heart was as sweet as eating honey. He was very happy, he was ignorant when he was a child, and only when he grew up did he realize how cold-tempered his mother was, not to mention it was to others, even to father, it was rare to have a smile. What Pei Mian didn't understand the most was actually this point. It was said outside that his father and mother loved each other deeply and played harmoniously. They had indeed slept together for so many years, but why did he just feel that something was wrong
Whether it's Dad or Mom, when they face each other, they are no different from strangers, and there is no intimacy between husband and wife at all.
Now it was rare to see his parents standing side by side at the door waiting for him, and it was rare to show a smile when seeing him, Pei Mian was so happy that he got off the horse and knelt down to kowtow to thank his parents for their kindness in giving birth.
For Weiyuan Hou Mansion, this is a great joy, and it is also for the entire Pei family. Mrs. Pei always blamed Pei Deyong for having too few sons and refused to take in more concubines, so she won't say anything this time. Didn't he respond to what Pei Deyong himself said, what's the use of having more sons, even if he only has one son, he is more promising than others. In the past, Mrs. Pei didn't take it seriously, but now Pei Mian's high school champion, there are more than a dozen other descendants of the Pei family who participated in Chunwei, only three of them made the list, and the rest all fell short. Of the three on the list, the highest ranked at 72, indeed It cannot be compared with Pei Mian.
There were a lot of congratulatory guests, and all of them praised him for being a good parent. Pei Deyong's cold face that had never changed for thousands of years finally showed such a slight expression... Maybe it was an expression of shame.
This is really absurd, he did not interfere with Pei Mian's education, it was all thanks to his wife. Pei Mian was well-behaved and cute when he was a child, but when he grew up a little bit, he became angry. If his wife didn't take care of him, he might not be a new champion now, but a flirtatious dandy across the capital. Pei Deyong didn't know how to teach children, and he grew up by himself. Pei Mian didn't dare to take the credit for being able to grow into such a healthy and intelligent person as he is today.
As lively as it is outside, Xiyuan is as hopeless as it is. More than ten years have passed, and all the news about Pei Mian that Lan Fang learned came from the mouth of the maid. In fact, she didn't want a son, and she didn't really want this child. If Pei Deyong put his heart on her and had more children with her, she would never care that Pei Mian was brought up by Wei Yinglan's side. However, Pei Deyong was not a person who was too erotic, and he never came to have a child with her again. In this way, Pei Mian became her only hope.
It is the hope of leaving this yard and fulfilling one's own dreams.
She is now the mother of the new top scholar, so she should be qualified to be Lord Hou's official wife, right? Wei Yinglan, that old hen that can't even lay an egg, why does she still occupy the seat in the main room? It is her retribution that she has not been able to give birth to anything for so many years! Lan Fang felt very relieved, she hated Wei Yinglan to death, but the most important thing now is to get out, how to get out? The guard at the door is strictly guarded, and it is definitely impossible to run out again.
But although he couldn't get out, the maid could. These years have never been harsh, Lan Fang saved a lot of money, she gave all the money to the trusted maid, let her go out to report, no matter what, no matter how powerful Wei Yinglan is, no matter how powerful she is, she will punish her servants, and it is impossible for her to punish her. People are loyal to her and are not tempted, right? As long as you have money, you can always buy a few people and connect with those in the young master's yard.
Lan Fang didn't ask for much, so she wrote a tear-jerking letter and asked her maid to deliver it.
When the servant girl came back, she nodded to her, and Lan Fang immediately beamed with joy, and burst into tears, her hard days were finally coming to an end! She can finally get out of here! When she regains her freedom, she must make that bitch Wei Yinglan a hundred times more miserable than her, and get back everything she owed herself!
But although the letter was sent, there was no reply. Full of expectations, Lan Fang grabbed the maid and asked again and again, confirming that she had bribed a cleaning boy in the young master's yard, and took the opportunity to clean up the young master's study, to put the letter on the young master's desk—it's too much to think about. It's been three days, why is there no news
Is it because the son doesn't believe in himself? But she said everything in it, there is a red round birthmark on his shoulder blade, that place is secret, and it is impossible for anyone who is not close to him to know.
Why hasn't the son come to pick her up yet? Has he forgotten that she is his own mother
Or was the letter never delivered to him at all
Lan Fang guessed wrong, the letter was delivered to Pei Mian, and Pei Mian opened it to read, but he didn't respond after reading it, and handed the letter to his mother.
Dad happened to be there too, the relationship between husband and wife was icy, Pei Mian was frozen when he entered.
He handed over the letter, and A Niang read it first, and then passed it to A Daddy. The expressions on their faces were exactly the same—that is, expressionless.
Pei Deyong asked: "Do you believe it?"
"Father, you concubine is too wishful thinking, how could I be her son?" Pei Mian almost wanted to roll his eyes. "When I was young, she came out crazy to stop 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 in groups. Her indifferent attitude made Pei Mian firmly believe that what was said in the letter was all nonsense. If it was true, why didn't his parents have any panic and guilt on their faces
"This person made a mistake and was imprisoned in Xiyuan for many years, but he still doesn't give up." Qing Huan said lightly. "The letter can be sent to your desk. Are the people in your yard dirty? Find a way to solve it yourself. You can't put unfaithful servants around you."
"Don't worry, Ma'am, I've caught him." A trace of coldness flashed across Pei Mian's handsome 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 you trust the most, Pei Mian will choose A Niang without even thinking about it. This woman raised him up, raised him from a little bit of dough, taught him to read and write, taught him to play the piano and chess, everything he knew was taught by A Niang, even if everyone lied to him, A Niang And never.
Pei Mian still remembers it. He was sick when he was young, and it was A Niang who accompanied him day and night and took care of him. Although A Niang always doesn't like to talk or laugh, the maternal love he feels cannot be fake.
He only has this one aunt.
Qing Huan only glanced at him when only she and Pei Deyong were left. Over the years, Pei Deyong was really ascetic and never tried to have sex with her again, but the frost on his face was getting 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's smile for a long time.
In this way, they lived together for almost half their lives.
Pei Deyong himself didn't quite understand why, and he didn't think about it, thinking that it was fine as it was. There are many people who have been confused for a lifetime, why should he think so clearly? Thinking too clearly would be too much torture.
"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 and flawless in her work. "I won't be back tomorrow. The emperor is going to hunt. I was ordered to accompany him. I will go for three or four days."
"Um."
"Mian'er is the champion and my son. The emperor thinks highly of him, and specially appointed him to go with him tomorrow." After a pause, Pei Deyong continued. "Although Mian'er is not a military officer, he probably won't join the army in the future, but he has practiced martial arts with me since he was a child. The hunting is to go to the royal hunting ground, and there are guards all around. I will be careful not to hurt him."
"Um."
The two gossiped a few more words, basically one said and one responded, and the bytes of the response were very short, nothing more than um, ok, ok, etc., but Pei Deyong felt at ease when he heard it.
At least they can still talk together. When he gets older, Mian'er can take care of himself, get married and start a business, and he will probably have no regrets in this life.
Some things, it is better not to mention it again, it is best to forget each other, so as to live on.
At night, Pei Deyong had a dream about his little daughter whom he hadn't dreamed of for a long time. Still the soft little figure, with watery eyes, looking up at himself, hugging his leg like a baby and wanting to hug him. He bent down to fish it, but it was empty. When he opened his eyes, he felt that the night was like water, and the cold made him feel flustered.
Turning his head and seeing his sleeping wife with his back turned, Pei Deyong was in a daze. His head hurt a little. For some reason, he had an ominous feeling, and his heart was heavy, as if something bad was about to happen.
There was also a strange pain.
He breathed a sigh of relief, his arms had been empty for many years, and there was no longer the girl who coquettishly wanted to come in when she was newly married, and hugged him to play a rascal.
Do you follow who you are every year, the delicate one, don't you follow her.
Probably after a long time, he had forgotten that she once looked like a girl.
Bright and coquettish smile, beautiful eyes looking forward to Xi.