It’s three quarters past the hour, breakfast time at the Taifu Mansion.
Pei Zanxue sat at the head of the dinner table, looking at his uncle sitting opposite him, who was silently picking up food for others. He also looked at Jiang Shiyuan, who was silently drinking porridge with his head down.
"Aunt, are you sick? Why is your face so red?"
“Ahem…”
Jiang Shiyuan choked suddenly and started coughing violently. A hand reached out and patted her on the back.
"Slower."
Pei Che naturally picked up the handkerchief and reached out to wipe the corners of her mouth.
Jiang Shiyuan turned his head and looked into the man's eyes. Unconsciously, his gaze fell on his thin lips. His face, which had just lost some of its heat, became even redder.
"Is my aunt really okay?" Pei Zanxue was very worried, her ears were so red that they were about to bleed.
Pei Che put down his handkerchief and glanced at Pei Zanxue: "How is the copying going?"
Pei Zanxue was stunned, alarm bells ringing: What's going on? Pei Ye is not here, what happened to her?
Is it wrong for her to care about people?
Pei Zanxue looked at Jiang Shiyuan's quail-like appearance suspiciously, and finally reacted -
Blame her for being too talkative!
It was obvious that something had happened between my uncle and my aunt, and my aunt was shy.
The young aunt was shy, but she didn't leave. This shows that the incident was not serious, but it was quite shocking.
Holding hands is too childish.
Hugs are not impactful enough.
That left only the kiss.
So, the uncle kissed the aunt! ! !
Impact, real impact.
Pei Zanxue felt shocked just by thinking about it in her mind.
She had been holding back until the wedding night for her uncle's sake.
Who said that her uncle was unromantic and destined to be lonely in old age?
"I'm going to copy it now!"
Pei Zanxue tactfully put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up and said goodbye, leaving the space to the two remaining people at the table.
Jiang Shiyuan secretly glanced at Pei Che and found that Pei Che was looking at him.
Jiang Shiyuan didn't dare to look him in the eye and continued to drink his porridge silently with his head down.
This isn't the first time...
Alas, she didn't know what was wrong with her. Just thinking about it made her face turn red and her heart beat faster.
It's very unpopular.
Unlike Pei Che, he never changes his expression no matter what he does.
At the side, Master Pei, who remained calm, felt his throat rolling and realized that he had swallowed the mouthwash tea by mistake.
"Sir, Mr. Meng, the dean of Luming Academy, wants to see you." A voice came from outside the door.
Mr. Meng?
Hearing the familiar name, Jiang Shiyuan pricked up his ears subconsciously.
Ten years ago, Pei Che won the first prize and became famous. All the major private schools in Beijing came to him, hoping to ask him for some advice.
Pei Che chose Luming Academy among many academies, and Mr. Meng boasted about it for a long time.
After Pei Che left Luming Academy and went to Shuzhou, Mr. Meng had always taken good care of her.
Come to think of it, she hadn't seen Mr. Meng for a long time.
Perhaps seeing Jiang Shiyuan's interest, Pei Che put down the mouthwash tea in his hand and asked, "Would you like to go together?"
Jiang Shiyuan was stunned for a moment before she reacted. Pei Che asked her if she wanted to go to the front hall to entertain the guests.
"Can I do this? Is this suitable for me?" Jiang Shiyuan looked at the clothes on his body and asked uncertainly.
"It doesn't matter. Mr. Meng is not particular about trivial matters and won't mind." Pei Che said with a smile.
With Pei Che's words, Jiang Shiyuan felt more at ease. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and followed him to the front hall.
"I just want to say hello to Mr. Meng. I won't delay your conversation." Jiang Shiyuan said.
If you come here this early in the morning, it must be something urgent.
As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the front hall.
In the hall, a white-haired old man heard the footsteps, hurriedly put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and came to greet them.
Before Jiang Shiyuan came forward to introduce himself, Meng Lao recognized Jiang Shiyuan at a glance. He didn't seem surprised at all. He stroked his goat beard and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiang is here too. Hello, hello. Here's a wedding gift for you."
Old Meng turned around, picked up a brocade box on the coffee table behind him, and stuffed it into Jiang Shiyuan's hand.
Jiang Shiyuan was flattered: "Mr. Meng still remembers me?"
"How could I not remember? The first female student on the commendation list, the best disciple of Master Pei." Old Meng snorted and glanced at Pei Che meaningfully.
No matter who he forgets, he will never forget these two in his life.
Jiang Shiyuan also looked at Pei Che. It turned out that he was still benefiting from Pei Che's help.
Jiang Shiyuan put his things away, poured a cup of tea for Mr. Meng, and respectfully offered it: "Shiyuan was ignorant when he was young, and he was naughty and mischievous in the academy. I hope Mr. Meng will forgive me, and thank you for your care and careful teaching."
"It's what I should do. This is what an old man should do."
Mr. Meng took the tea with a smile, and while talking, his eyes were looking at Pei Che beside him.
What did he teach? He didn't teach anything. Not only that, he even planned to persuade Jiang Shiyuan, the little troublemaker, to quit.
I have never seen such a naughty child, and she is a girl too. She stirs up trouble everywhere, as if she can't bear to see others have a moment of peace.
Pei Che taught well and put people on the right track.
He also didn't expect that Pei Shilang, who looked down on everyone and even looked down on the great scholars of the major families in the capital, would be so patient with Jiang Shiyuan.
Thinking back to the beginning, he visited the thatched cottage three times, and in the end it was only because of his husband, University Scholar Cui, that he was able to invite the person out.
Pei Che ten years ago was a frivolous young man, aloof and arrogant, much more aloof than the current Pei Taifu.
Who would have thought that the bond between people would be so mysterious.
Mr. Meng drank tea and talked about his past.
"I came here today because I heard that the old master is on leave for three months, and I have an unwelcome request."
"The spring examination is approaching, and I would like to ask the tutor to give some pointers on behalf of the students in the academy, just like ten years ago." When mentioning the students in the academy, Mr. Meng looked particularly serious.
Pei Che is the pursuit of many scholars. If he can give some advice, even if he can't enlighten them, at least he can avoid some detours.
Jiang Shiyuan thought Pei Che would agree. After all, Pei Che had agreed once ten years ago, and he should be more experienced ten years later.
But unexpectedly, Pei Che refused.
Elder Meng was also a little surprised, and tried hard to persuade him to stay, "Master Taifu, don't you have time? It won't take up much of your time, just a few days. As long as you go there to answer questions and solve problems for the students, even if you just show up, it will be a great encouragement to the students."
Pei Che changed his usual indifference and said firmly: "Sorry, students don't like it."
Mr. Meng was helpless, so he turned to look at Jiang Shiyuan, hoping that Jiang Shiyuan could help mediate.
Jiang Shiyuan looked at Pei Che. Although he was puzzled, he must have his reasons for refusing.
"Mr. Meng, please forgive me. The Grand Tutor is now in a high position, and his every word and action is being watched by countless people, both openly and covertly. You students are the future pillars of the country, and having too close contact with the Grand Tutor is not necessarily a good thing." Jiang Shiyuan found a reason to mediate.
Mr. Meng thought about it and felt that what Jiang Shiyuan said did make some sense.
The court is treacherous. If someone really makes trouble and accuses him of being a "clique", the Taifu may be able to escape unscathed, but those students who have studied hard may have their future affected.
"I was not thinking properly."
Mr. Meng cupped his hands to express his apology.
Seeing that Pei Che had made up his mind, after exchanging a few more pleasantries, Mr. Meng stood up and said goodbye.
Pei Che personally escorted the person out the door, "Sir, I'm sorry, student..."
Mr. Meng turned around and patted him on the shoulder, just like he had patted the young man ten years ago.
What teacher? He never taught him a single word. He just wrote a letter for him every month during the three months he went to Shuzhou.
He still remembered that ten years ago, the aloof boy bowed his head in front of him and asked him to take good care of the child.
"I understand, old man. It was my fault for not thinking properly and coming here." Mr. Meng stopped him and said he understood.
"I have another unwelcome request." Pei Che looked at the courtyard behind him. There were cat meows and teasing sounds coming from the courtyard.
"Sir, please keep this a secret for me."
Mr. Meng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally sighed and nodded, "Okay."
After watching Mr. Meng get on the car and leave for a long time, Pei Che turned around and went back.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Jiang Shiyuan walking towards me, with a concerned look on his face: "Can you tell me why you refuse?"
Pei Che looked at her and the sunlight falling on her head, his eyes dark.
Do you tell her?
Because he doesn't like the identity of 'husband'.
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