Pei Heng was kicked to the ground suddenly.
The kick in his heart was far inferior to the look Yan gave him.
Indifference, ruthlessness, disgust... even wanting him to die.
"Mother." Pei Heng murmured helplessly.
But Yan suddenly acted like she was going crazy. She hugged the quilt tightly and crawled sideways into the bed in fear, "Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here."
She looked crazy, as if she had been greatly stimulated.
But it was clear that he was sleeping soundly just now, just like a normal person.
Aunt Ying picked up Pei Heng and dragged him out: "First Master, please get out quickly. If you show up again, you will kill the First Lady!"
Mrs. Zhong also knocked on the crutches she was leaning on, and wailed heartbrokenly: "What evil have you done? Mrs. Yan, why don't you recognize Heng'er? He is the flesh that fell off your body!"
Yan was hiding on the side of the bed with a flustered and frightened expression, her body shaking like chaff.
Mrs. Yuan helped her go outside: "Mom, let's go out first and let my sister-in-law have a good rest."
Pei Heng was pushed out by Granny Ying without any resistance. As soon as he left the house, he felt weak and collapsed on the steps.
The originally flat purple clothes were now full of wrinkles, and even the hem of the skirt was covered in dust.
Embarrassed.
Looking at his expression, I suddenly understood what the words "heart as gray as death" actually meant.
"My eldest son, when you are not here, my wife is fine, eating and drinking as she should, and being happy all day long. But as soon as you come, my wife will go crazy. I beg you, please don't come again in the future. "Nanny Ying knelt at the foot of the steps and kept kowtowing to Pei Heng.
His head hit the bluestone tiles with a thud.
Pei Heng sat on the steps, looking blankly at the flowers and plants in the small courtyard.
His mother liked flowers very much. When she lived in the main courtyard, she had four flower beds divided into four seasons. In each season, different flowers bloomed.
Every month as long as he passes by, his mother will hold his hand in the flower garden and teach him what flowers he knows.
But now, even the greed that I used to see once a month is gone.
Pei Heng buried his head in his knees, his body trembling.
His thoughts were blank, his mind was empty, except for his heart, beating alone.
Grandma Ying, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't bear it when she saw this. When she raised her eyes, she saw the old lady coming out of the house, looking at her with fierceness and threats in her eyes.
Aunt Ying subconsciously continued to kowtow even harder than before.
"My eldest son, my wife is not in good health. If she goes crazy a few more times, she might really go crazy. You'd better not come here again from now on. Don't let my wife go crazy again."
"My eldest son, you should pity my wife, forget about this mother-child relationship, and never see each other again from now on."
Pei Heng finally raised his head.
His eyes were red, and there were obviously tears in his eyes. He wiped them randomly, stood up slowly, walked down the steps, and turned around again.
Looking in the direction of the house, his eyes showed indescribable sadness. He knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the house three times, and when he stood up again, he left decisively.
Mrs. Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.
The plague god is finally gone.
Aunt Ying slumped to the ground, raised her eyes slightly, and saw Pei Heng's lonely back when she left. Her eyes were filled with unbearable, self-blame and deep guilt. But those who couldn't bear to blame themselves and feel guilty, when Zhong walked to In front of her, all that was left was trembling, panic, and fear.
"Old, old lady."
"Take good care of Madam. If something goes wrong, be careful with your skin." Ms. Zhong warned.
Aunt Ying did not get up from the beginning to the end, she kept kneeling on the ground, "I obey my command."
Finally, everyone left.
Yan's hysterical roar came from the room. Aunt Ying quickly wiped away her tears, stood up, locked the courtyard door, and quickly entered the house.
After hearing the news from the concierge that Pei Heng was gone, Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Mom, what will happen if he comes back next time?"
"What should I do? My legs are on his feet, what can I do?" Zhong said angrily.
"Let's just let Mr. Yan leave with him." Mr. Yuan said, "That god of plague in the province comes here suddenly. I'm really afraid of him."
"What are you afraid of him for? He is just a child, how can he eat you up?" Zhong's crutch stabbed the ground hard, trying to wake up Yuan: "If she leaves, our Duke's Mansion will What are you going to do to control him? Don’t think that he is just a child. He behaves like a gangster, and the Guo family is a lesson for us."
Mrs. Yuan felt sad: "Mother, I won't say anything anymore."
Seeing her second daughter-in-law's well-behaved appearance, Ms. Zhong became less aggressive, "You can just be the mistress of your Zhenguo Duke's Mansion with peace of mind. Learn from the Yan family. Before, she was unfazed by favors and humiliations. That's the main thing." The role model of motherhood.”
Yuanshi smiled and said, "My wife knows." She glanced at her mouth again and dismissed it.
No matter how good a model mistress she is, she has turned into the crazy ghost she is now. She doesn't want to imitate that lunatic.
After Pei Heng left the Duke's Mansion, he wandered into the Governor's Mansion.
When going down the steps, his body swayed and he staggered.
Fusong subconsciously went to help him, "Supervisor, what's wrong with you? I'll send someone to call a doctor right now."
"No need." Pei Heng shook his head: "The sun is too strong. Please help me go in and take a rest."
Fusong did not dare to be careless and quickly helped Pei Heng into the house. He had five or six pots of ice cubes placed next to Pei Heng.
There were also servants shaking their fans, and the wind blew out through the ice mirror, bringing with it a slight chill.
Pei Heng also slowly returned to normal.
"Everyone, go down." Pei Heng waved his hand.
"Master Governor." Fusong was a little worried: "Would you like to ask a doctor to come and take a look?"
In this weather, I am afraid of the heat.
Pei Heng shook his head: "No, I'm fine. I want to sleep for a while. When I wake up, I'll get some pots of pear blossoms to drink."
Fusong understood.
Master is in a bad mood.
Fusong followed the order and stayed outside quietly.
There was no movement in the house, and Pei Heng slept until dark.
As soon as there was any movement inside, Fusong sent someone to notify Peng Fu.
Peng Fu had already prepared it. When he heard the news, he immediately cooked the fish. The other cooks, cooks, and kitchen helpers all gathered together to help.
After Pei Heng woke up, he took a hot bath. When he sat down at the table, four dishes and one soup were ready.
Pickled fish fillet, fish head stewed with tofu, braised fish, stir-fried vegetables, and a lighter soup are all on the table.
There are also several pots of pear blossom wine on the table.
In a bad mood, Pei Heng took a nap, took a bath, ate a big meal and drank, and all the depressed mood dissipated.
"Where is this fish?"
"The governor is a fish from Yancheng, and he is still alive and kicking." Fusong explained.
It's a live fish from Yancheng, and it's a chef he personally selected, so the taste should be the same.
Fusong waited expectantly for Pei Heng's comments.
Pei Heng first drank half a pot of Lihuazui in one breath, "Good wine."
After looking at the familiar appearance and taste on the table, Pei Heng raised his chopsticks in anticipation.
From being full of expectations at the beginning, to being killed little by little, I only took five bites.
One dish at a time.
They look the same, but taste completely different.
Pei Heng put down his chopsticks.
Fusong's heart moved and he said, "Supervisor..."
"The fish is live, the cook is the same as before, and the cooking looks the same. Why is the taste so different?" Pei Heng sighed and put down his chopsticks: "Take it down."
When someone is really unlucky, even a few dishes will bully him.
Fusong also wanted to make something for Pei Heng to eat, but Pei Heng shook his head and poured bottle after bottle into his stomach.
No one can persuade me.
Fusong went to the kitchen with a dark face.
Everyone was waiting in the kitchen to see what reward Peng Fu would get, when they saw Mr. Fu Da coming back with a dark face.
The dishes that were brought back were almost untouched.
"Peng Fu, what is going on? Why does the governor think your food is so different from the previous ones?"
Peng Fu's calves were trembling: "Slave, I don't know, I don't know!"
"You'd better get started quickly and make it taste the same as Yancheng, otherwise..." He put his hand on the sword beside him, and his meaning was self-evident.
Peng Fu's legs went weak and he collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely.
My little aunt, the governor is so naughty, I can’t learn it, I want to go home!
