248: On the feeling of "home".

And his mocking laughter was like a fuse, instantly igniting the dynamite in Mrs. Shen's heart.

I don't care about Shen Dashao, Mrs. Shen is a whip when she raises her hand!

Syllable!

The skin is open and the flesh is blooming!!

The whip tail aimed at Shen Yanzhi's face, and pulled out a blood stain when he landed.

The handsome and demonic Second Master Yan had a wound on his face, and blood beads were rolling down endlessly, but it also added a bit of sadness and sadness to his already glamorous and demonic color.

But Shen Yanzhi was indifferent, as if he didn't hurt himself.

He wiped the blood beads from his face with his fingertips, and his expression darkened.

What I was thinking about at this moment was that a person like him had countless defects, and only one face could be handled.

He couldn't help but think of Pei Shaoyin.

If she is disfigured, then the girl is afraid that she will not look down on her even more.

Even if he knew very well in his heart that it was not a girl who judged people by her appearance.

Little by little, his expression gradually turned cold.

And at this very moment.

"Medicine ......"

Shen Dashao, who was in a wheelchair, suddenly pressed his heart, he was going to see a lively scene, but he didn't know that he was sick.

The slender and white five fingers clenched the head of the wheelchair, and his other hand grasped his heart tightly, and a handsome face had turned white, like tissue paper......

Mrs. Shen was startled, and hurriedly threw the whip and ordered, "Where is the doctor?" What about doctors? What are you still doing? Don't go to the doctor yet!! ”

Since then, there has been a series of wars.

……

"Ayan has returned to the Shen Mansion?"

Yecheng, Zhu Cui Pavilion.

Pei Chungeng has been busy with some things recently, and he learned from his younger siblings that Shen Yanzhi was temporarily called away by the Shen Mansion, and he couldn't help but frown two thick black and sharp sword eyebrows.

He called the steward of Zhu Cuige and gave two orders: "I just received a batch of goods a while ago, and I went back to get some gold sore medicine and sent it to Ayan." ”

Hearing this, Shaoyin looked at his eldest brother with a stunned expression.

"Could it be that he ...... not a banquet boy"

Pei Chungeng nodded: "Every time Ah Yan returns to the Shen Mansion, he must take off a layer of skin. If he is lucky, he will return once a month, and if he is unlucky, he will return several times a month, depending on the mood of the Shen Mansion. ”

Shaoyin was speechless: "Why didn't he resist?" ”

Based on his understanding of Shen Yanzhi, that person is not like a soft persimmon, let alone the type of person who sits still.

Pei Chungeng shook his head: "Individuals have their own fate, and the road of life is all done by himself, he is willing, what else can he do." ”

The corners of Shaoyin's mouth twitched, thinking that he didn't want to be a shake M, do you like to be masochistic so much?

But it was something that had carved into her heart.

"Big brother, borrow me from Zhu Cuige's small pharmacy."

She prepared some special medicines for skin injuries, kept some for herself, and distributed some to her eldest brother, so that the eldest brother could send someone to Shen Yanzhi.

After that, she helped the eldest brother to call the pulse, the eldest brother had been hit by a strange poison before, and now he has recovered some, but his physique is still not very good.

She helped her eldest brother release some poisonous blood, and changed the recipe for medicinal herbs, and it was already dark for this busy work.

"...... Tonight"

Pei Chungeng glanced at her: "You might as well stay, it's dark, and it's not easy to walk at night." ”

The devil sent God to the earth, and he spoke to keep him.

But after retaining, Brother Pei looked stunned again.

He remembered that a few days ago, Shokin had come to bring him a sweet tea cake, which was one of the few times he had experienced the warm charm of the word 'home'......

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