Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 1261 Crazy, Totally Crazy

"free……"

"relief……"

Mr. Feng opened his eyes suddenly, his loose hair soaked with sweat and sticking to his haggard and pale cheeks.

He looked so embarrassed, yet exuding a strong sense of evil.

He suddenly chuckled and then closed his eyes again.

"Ugh……"

A soft sigh lingered in the room, like an oriole coming out of the valley, returning to its low voice and warbling a hundred times, never dissipating for a long time.

Mr. Feng stood up and slammed into the source of the sound.

He seemed to have regained consciousness, opened his eyes angrily and yelled: "Who are you?! Come out!"

"Ah……"

A contemptuous laugh echoed.

"I am your inner demon and your salvation."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Yin suddenly woke up. She rushed forward and tightly restrained Mr. Feng, who was looking like a mad man.

"Father!"

"Father……"

"Come on people!"

Mr. Feng knocked Wen Yin away and looked around like crazy.

His hands and feet were tied, so he kicked and jumped, causing the house to be in a mess, and his body was full of injuries from the collision.

Unkempt and sweaty.

The whole body is red/swollen and bruised.

He's like crazy!
The servant quickly opened the door and entered, and several people could not control his madness.

Wen Yin turned pale with fright and cried till she was in tears.

A group of people in the room looked like they were on their backs.

"Hurry and hold dad down! Don't let him hurt himself!"

Wen Yin gave orders while crying, and four or five servants came before pressing Mr. Feng to the ground.

He was still struggling hard, his face was red from the exertion and his veins were exposed.

He roared several times, and shouted with his eyes splitting: "Get out! Get out! Get out of my mind! I have no inner demons! No!"

Wen Yin was at a loss and didn't know what to do, so she only dared to let the servants hold him down.

Suddenly, blood began to overflow from Mr. Feng's mouth.

The servant shouted in horror: "The Prime Minister bit his tongue! The Prime Minister bit his tongue!"

Wen Yin's words were incoherent, and her voice was trembling: "Shut up, quickly, shut up!"

The servant hurriedly tried to stop Mr. Feng's mouth, but he clenched his teeth and could not open his mouth at all.

"What are you doing?"

Chu's voice sounded at the door, and then Chu and Lu Yi hurried in.

The servant is like a savior: "Madam, Mr. Xiang... he wants to bite his tongue."

Lu Yi quickly stepped out of the crowd, walked up to Mr. Feng who was struggling, and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

After a moment, Mr. Feng collapsed in the servant's arms.

Lu Yi wiped the sweat off her head. Just now, Mr. Feng's sharp eyes were like knives, which scared her to the point of sweating and her heart beat like a drum.

Mrs. Chu ordered: "Hurry and help the person to the bed and untie the rope."

Wen Yin hesitated: "Madam, if father is not tied up, he will hurt himself."

Mrs. Chu patted Wen Yin's hand: "My child, look, I scared you. Xiaoqian and I are here. It's okay."

Wen Yin's tears suddenly rolled out again, and she cried: "What's wrong with my father...why did he suddenly become like this?"

Mrs. Chu said softly: "Don't be afraid, we are here, it will be okay."

Mr. Feng passed out and finally stopped going crazy. All the servants were trembling with fear, but their faces were not without worries.

Lu Yi took out the ointment from the medicine box brought by Taishu's house, gently pinched Mr. Feng's mouth open, removed the blood inside, and then lightly applied the ointment on him.

The ointment carefully formulated by Baili Wuxiang was extremely effective and quickly stopped the bleeding.

Mrs. Chu sighed and ordered: "Go and prepare some hot water for the Prime Minister to clean up." Lu Yi quietly whispered a few words in Mrs. Chu's ear. Mrs. Chu frowned, but said nothing.

Wen Yin kept crying, and Mrs. Chu sighed: "Wen Yin, don't worry, Mr. Baili is already thinking of a solution."

Wen Yin cried: "I have never seen my father like this. I...I am worried about him."

Mrs. Chu patiently said: "But this won't help. You go down and have a rest first. Lu Yi and I will keep watch. We will come to see the Prime Minister after we have rested."

Wen Yin hesitated: "But..."

Mrs. Chu said: "Master Xiang, this won't just happen for a day or two. What if your body collapses on the first day? Go quickly!"

Wen Yin nodded and left with three turns.

After dismissing the servants, Lu Yi looked deeply at Wen Yin's leaving figure: "Madam, why is this Miss Wen Yin so unintentional? It's not like her character."

Mrs. Chu said: "We are here to see the Prime Minister. We can't care what happens to her. But what did you mean just now?"

Lu Yi frowned: "Maybe I'm overthinking this. I always feel a little strange. The prime minister has no martial arts skills, but it's not like five grown men can't hold him down."

"It's really strange that so many people are watching, but the prime minister is still so seriously injured. Besides, if I were the prime minister, and I was treated so roughly when I was mad, I might be even more emotional."

"The Prime Minister's Mansion, how come the servants have so little common sense? They don't have any first-aid measures when the Prime Minister goes crazy. Both Wen Yin and those servants look very wrong."

Mrs. Chu pondered for a moment: "You can quietly report this matter to the Duke of Yue later. In the current situation of the Prime Minister, don't allow others to fish in troubled waters."

Lu Yi responded in a low voice.

After the servant prepared the hot water, Mrs. Chu and Lu Yi stepped aside and asked the servant to wipe Mr. Feng's body.

Chang Sui ran over in a panic and saluted Mrs. Chu respectfully: "Madam, it's not yet dawn, why are you here?"

Mrs. Chu said: "I'm worried about the Prime Minister. I will stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion to take care of him during this period. Go and apply ointment on the Prime Minister's body. I just saw bruises all over his body."

Changsui immediately responded.

Mrs. Chu raised her eyes to observe the situation in the room. There was really not even the slightest trace of Xiao Qian's existence in this room.

In the past, there were two pots of green madder beside the window, with small white flowers floating like stars. On the couch was a sewing basket that Xiao Qian often used, and on the table were the pens, inks, paper and inkstones that Xiao Qian used to practice calligraphy, and some simple books.

But now, after being smashed several times by the prime minister, the furniture that has been replaced is all brand new, so clean that there is no trace of Xiao Qian.

Mrs. Chu noticed that there was a torn painting on the corner of the table, lying there in a corner that was not easy to notice. She walked over and bent down to pick it up, unfolding the largest piece of debris - it was a beautiful oval face with almond eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows. , small nose, full lips.

The beauty is not so ostentatious, but it is exquisite.

Mrs. Chu squeezed the rice paper tightly, tears falling from her eyes.

That's Xiaoqian's portrait.

Why was it torn apart?
Mrs. Chu recalled every detail of her daughter's happiness in the past, and her heart felt as if she had been stabbed by a knife. The pain was so painful that she could not suppress it.

This room has no trace of Akane, and this scattered portrait.

It seemed to indicate that something was broken.

She owed her life to her daughter. She thought that her daughter had found lifelong support. She was so satisfied and happy.

But now, if Xiaoqian comes back, how can the couple reunite?

Lu Yi advised softly: "Madam, maybe things are not what we think. We must believe in the Prime Minister."

Mrs. Chu murmured: "Isn't it..."

How could it not be?

Xiao Wu was killed with a stick, and all traces in the room were erased.

Now, what is related to Xiao Qian in the Prime Minister's Mansion is the pear trees transplanted to the backyard.

If the pear tree is gone, Xiaoqian will be completely removed from the Prime Minister's Mansion, right?

Mrs. Chu shed tears of bitterness again. She was so heartbroken that she couldn't control herself. She took out her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes. She choked and said, "I am a useless mother. How should I explain to Xiao Qian when she comes back?"

I knew earlier...

If I had known earlier, I would have promised Xiao Qian to Xue Wei according to my original intention.

Although ordinary, at least it is safe.

Lu Yi didn't know how to comfort him, so he just said: "What we can do is to take care of the prime minister as much as we can. Only in this way is the greatest help to the lady."

Mrs. Chu was filled with panic and sadness.

She wiped the corners of her eyes sadly and nodded slightly: "I'm going to the kitchen to make some soft and delicious porridge. At least let the prime minister eat something, and he won't be in bad shape."

Lu Yi nodded: "I'll go find Mr. Baili to get some medicine."

At present, we still need to spread the news about Wen Yin's anomaly, and Lu Yi wants to do this.

(End of this chapter)