Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 1252 The Beginning of the Nightmare

"Husband..."

"Husband..."

"Come here quickly, the food is ready."

"It's your favorite short ribs. Please clean your hands and eat."

In the dream, his little wife had tied up her big sleeves, revealing her slender wrists, tied a white apron around her waist, and was standing at the table looking at him with a smile.

The skin of those small hands was a little red from the water, which was the mark of being busy.

Everything looks familiar.

Mr. Feng walked over and was about to praise his little wife for her cleverness.

But at this moment, a man sat down first.

The man's face was almost identical to his, but he was younger than him, his skin showed no signs of aging, and his hair was black and shiny.

Unlike him, there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes early on.

This is a little more angular and sharply attractive than in his heyday.

This man in his prime is truly impeccable.

He wanted to say that his favorite was not short ribs.

He wanted to say that the man was a fake.

he thinks……

However, he still watched helplessly as his little wife was thoughtfully picking up food for other men.

The two were talking and laughing, a very heartwarming scene.

It seemed like he was the outsider.

"lady!"

Mr. Feng woke up from his dream again, with cold sweat on his forehead.

The servant on night duty held the lamp, approached the curtain and asked, "Master Prime Minister, is this another nightmare?"

Mr. Feng rubbed his eyebrows: "What time is it?"

The servant said respectfully: "Chou Shi."

Mr. Feng sighed: "Light the benzoin and sleep a little longer."

The servant gently lit the incense. Smelling the rich smell, Mr. Feng's eyelids became heavy and he quickly fell asleep again.

This time, he didn't dream about Xiaoqian again, but he dreamed about Suyun for the first time in a long time.

"Ache, Ache..."

"I have never been sorry to you in my life. We promised to stay together for the rest of our lives, and we will stay together even in the next life. How many years have passed, but you have forgotten our vow."

Mr. Feng was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Suyun, I'm sorry..."

Su Yun's face gradually turned ferocious, and she yelled at the top of her lungs: "Is an apology enough?! Can an apology make me forgive you for betraying your oath?!"

"You such a heartless man! You will be punished, you will be punished! I curse you to be betrayed and abandoned just like me! You will get nothing in the end, it will be all in vain! All in vain!"

Mr. Feng wanted to deny or argue, but Su Yun's figure had disappeared, leaving only the shrill and terrifying voice echoing around.

"I curse you for being betrayed and abandoned..."

Over and over again, never dissipating for a long time.

Mr. Feng suddenly opened his eyes, sweating profusely and soaking his clothes.

Facing the servant's concern, he asked again: "What time is it?"

The servant said worriedly: "Master, it has just passed the Yin hour. You can sleep for a while longer. I will call you again when the Yin hour comes."

Mr. Feng opened the curtain and got out of bed, but he even forgot to put on his shoes.

The servant reminded in a low voice: "Master, your shoes are cold on the ground, be careful the cold air hits your body."

Mr. Feng woke up as if from a dream: "Oh, I forgot about this."

The servant said worriedly: "Master Prime Minister, your sleep has been very bad these past two days. Why don't you ask the doctor to come and take a look?" Mr. Feng seemed to be lost in thought again, and it took him a long time to realize: "This is your arrangement."

The servant cautiously advised: "Prime Minister, you have been busy with government affairs recently. Your inability to sleep may be caused by overwork. Please stop working so hard. If you are exhausted, you may feel very distressed when my wife comes back."

Mr. Feng looked a little dull: "Madam...will you feel distressed?"

The servant rolled his eyes: "Master, what are you talking about? Madam is concerned about you."

After saying that, the servant went to the cabinet and took out a pair of underwear and presented it to Mr. Feng: "Master, this is the cloth made by the lady herself, made of silk and made by herself. She told the younger one to wait until the weather gets warmer. I’ll put it on for you again.”

"I see that the weather is getting hot, and Mr. Xiang, your underwear is wet with sweat. I will put it on for you after you take a shower. Madam is very handy, so you will be able to wear it comfortably."

Mr. Feng put his hands on the clothes, and the silky and soft touch was like a clear spring, brushing over his restless heart.

He finally showed a smile: "Okay, I will wear it later. You go and prepare hot water. I won't sleep tonight."

After the servant went down, Mr. Feng sat at the table and opened the official documents, but because he didn't get enough sleep, those complicated official documents gave him a splitting headache.

He really couldn't concentrate, so he simply put on his coat and went to the yard to enjoy the breeze.

The servants in the mansion have already gotten up one after another, and are busy eating some breakfast before starting the day's work.

Mr. Feng stood by the small pond, looking at the green lotus leaves in a trance.

Not long after, two little girls waded into the pool. They picked the dew on the lotus leaves and talked in a low voice.

Because it was still dark, I didn't notice Mr. Feng standing aside.

The two seemed like better sisters, chatting about private topics without any scruples.

"The Prime Minister likes to drink tea made from the dew on lotus leaves or bamboo leaves. In the past, when Madam was here, she would collect the tea herself, so that the Prime Minister could drink fragrant tea after getting up."

"In order not to worry the Prime Minister, every time my wife collects the dew and gives it to the servants, she goes back to sleep secretly. The Prime Minister is so busy with official duties that he is fast asleep and doesn't even notice."

"My wife is not here now, so we have to pick it. My wife said that the dew will not taste good once it sees the sun, so we have to hurry up early."

It sounded like the voice of Xiao Qian's girl, Xiao Wu.

When Mr. Feng heard this, he couldn't help but smile.

No wonder every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he would find that his little wife had cold hands and feet. It turned out that she had secretly come to collect dew water.

What a lovable little guy.

Another maid smiled and said: "It's no wonder that the prime minister loves my wife so much. This lady is the most considerate."

Xiao Wu did not answer for a while.

Another maid asked in confusion: "Hey, Sister Xiaowu, why did you suddenly stop talking?"

Xiao Wu's next words were a bit strange: "Silly girl, you don't understand Madam's thoughts."

The maid asked: "Madam is so simple, what thoughts can she have? If she does, it is only for the Prime Minister."

Xiao Wu didn't speak in a hurry, and said after a while: "Our wife may seem innocent and weak, but she can always make people around her love her and protect her."

The maid said: "Madam is very lovable, I like this gentle and kind little lady very much!"

Xiao Wu said meaningfully: "Look, you also like her, don't you? This is what Madam wants."

The maid was unhappy: "Sister Xiaowu, I don't like hearing what you are saying. Why do you seem to be arranging Madam's plan?"

Xiao Wu seemed to be questioned, so she rushed to provide evidence to support what she had just said: "I am Madam's personal maid, don't I understand? Don't you think Madam is like this, but she can understand the thoughts of everyone around her. It’s all very accurate.”

"There is a steward in our house named Xue Wei. He used to like Madam. At that time, Madam was just the empress's personal maid, so she never refused Xue Wei's advances."

"Later, my wife became the young lady of the Duke of Yue's palace, and was favored by the empress. She immediately drew a clear line with Xue Wei, and finally married the prime minister."

"What do you think the prime minister wants from his age? Does he want to be rich and educated? Or does he want to be elegant? Does he want to be a first-class wife?"

The little girl was shocked: "How could it be?"

Xiao Wu quickly made a gesture of silence: "I am only saying this to you, please don't tell anyone, otherwise the Prime Minister will kill us!"

"Come on!"

After hearing this, Mr. Feng could no longer restrain his anger, and he roared like a wild beast.

(End of this chapter)