Overnight, Master Pei San's wound stopped bleeding and stopped whispering, and the ladies of Pei's Mansion were all sighing that the doctor yesterday was really rejuvenated, but Pei Sheng seemed to have improved a little, but Pei Xibao fell ill.

I don't know how I got cold, I suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night, she was dizzy, and I noticed that someone was gently covering the futon for herself, she had a bad problem, she loved to kick the quilt, Pei Xibao woke up dumbly, and her snot flowed down vigorously, only to find that she had returned to the boudoir.

There was a familiar scent of begonias in the room, and Pei Xibao struggled to get up and saw that his grandmother was holding the dragon head stick and leaning against the bench, falling asleep.

I think I was worried about my illness and didn't dare to leave.

Pei Xibao's heart was sour, and he hurriedly stumbled off the bed and re-covered the old lady's slipped big gun, the old ancestor has always slept lightly, no, it woke people up.

"Xi Bao? You've finally woken up......" Old Madam Pei looked at her little granddaughter's bloodless face, and subconsciously reached out to touch her forehead, but fortunately, the fever subsided, she breathed a sigh of relief and took Pei Xibao into her arms, "Frightened my old lady, you must know how many years you haven't had a cold." "No, it's protected like a small pearl, and there's no chance at all.

Pei Xibao pursed her lips and lay in the old lady's arms, her clothes smelled of soaphorn, and she said in an urn voice: "Grandmother, Xibao's illness will be contagious to you." ”

"Grandmother is not afraid." The old lady smiled and scratched the tip of her nose dotingly, and suddenly grabbed Pei Xibao's wrist with the tip of her eye, and there was a bloody mark on the palm of the thin skin and tender flesh, and the old lady of the Pei family looked at her, "What's the matter with this injury?" ”

Pei Xibao bared his teeth and hurriedly hid his little hand behind him: "Yesterday, I broke the begonia and was accidentally cut by jade blue cotton." She lied without blushing and heartbeat.

"Begonia?" Mrs. Pei turned her head distressed and suspicious, and sure enough, the basin of sunken begonias was gone, "Why are you so careless, leave the cleaning up to Yuechan, otherwise what is the use of her little slave." She felt sorry for Pei Xibao, so she hurriedly took out the white jade pearl paste from the case on the side and gently wiped it for her, and did not forget to lean over and blow the wound, as if she wanted to blow away the pain.

Although Pei Xibao enjoyed the old lady's love very much, he couldn't help but say: "Grandmother, you are busy, you don't need to accompany me, I can take medicine by myself, and when my body is better, Xibao will help you solve your worries." "It's not her nonsense.

Mrs. Pei was happy when she heard it, only when she was joking, Pei Xibao raised in the deep boudoir Pei Xibao didn't even touch an abacus beads, the Pei family has a lot of involvement in the mining and salt industry, and the most widely influential is the ticket number, that is, the money village, the biggest influence in Nanjun is their Pei family's number, and the commercial houses in the county town have to look at Mrs. Pei's face to act.

Pei Xibao saw her grandmother smiling and knew that she didn't believe it at all, and Miss Bao Nunu had a "you see" posture on her mouth: "In two days, I think my grandmother will come forward to invite a few uncles from the government to come to the mansion to talk." ”

"Why?" The old lady did not understand.

"It's the uncle who sent Daddy back yesterday, if they hadn't helped him in time, Daddy would probably have died on the horse's hoof." She said solemnly, "The Pei family naturally wants to sit down and report to the people." ”

When the old lady heard it, it was so reasonable, but it came out of the mouth of this young lady who had never known the taste of sorrow, and she didn't know what was strange.

"Thank you." She took back the white jade ointment, squinted her eyes and looked at the little girl, and looked at Pei Xibao a little flustered, "It seems that our little Xibao has learned to hide his thoughts." ”

The old lady's eyes are like torches.

Pei Xibao wanted to speak, but stopped, threw herself into her grandmother's arms, biting her ear, and didn't know what to whisper.

The old man's expression was tense, and he said incredulously: "Really? ”

Pei Xibao nodded.