After Wearing a Book, I Pampered Five Big Villains

  Chapter 145 Brotherhood

   "But he is only seven or eight years old after all, and he can't take care of himself at all."

   "He was so dazed with hunger that he was nearly run over by a carriage."

   "The owner of the carriage is the wife of a rich family."

   "The lady got off the horse and saw that although he was dirty and thin, he looked vaguely good-looking, so she ordered someone to rescue him."

  Pei Yi knew it in her heart.

   This "Madam" is obviously her mother.

   I really didn't expect that the boss Xiao Junji entered their Pei family in this way.

   "That year, the boy turned eight years old."

   "He followed that lady into the noble mansion."

   "He thought his day had come."

   "Unexpectedly, this is just the beginning of another nightmare."

   "That lady has a kind face and a cruel heart."

   "She is kind and gentle to her children, but harsh and bitter to her servants—even cruel."

  Pei Yi's expression froze.

  Du Heng can accuse her mother of her fault in front of her like this, one can imagine how deep the grievance is.

  Hey, but listen to these behaviors of her aunt—isn’t this just like the villain’s cannon fodder?

   Sure enough, there is a reason why the Pei family is all cannon fodder in the book.

   "Madame asks boys to learn manners."

   "Those etiquette is very... nasty."

  Pei Yi's eyelids twitched when she heard the word "dirty".

   It is not difficult to imagine how dissatisfied Xiao Junji is with her A-Niang.

   "Boys don't want to learn."

   "Madam ordered someone to punish him."

  “During those days, the boy was beaten every day and had no food to eat.”

   “He thought he was going to die.”

   "It is also when a person is about to die that he suddenly becomes enlightened."

   "It doesn't matter what etiquette you learn, the important thing is that you can survive."

  Pei Yi felt distressed.

   But she had nothing to say.

  If she comforted Du Heng at this time, it would look like crocodile tears—hypocritical and cheap.

   "This little gentleman has learned how to behave. He has been studying etiquette seriously all day long."

   "No matter how disgusting those so-called etiquettes are, he learned them quickly and steadily."

   "In the backyard, there are actually quite a few little boys who learn etiquette like him."

   "But in the end, he was the only one who stood out."

   "Madam said, only he is charming but not motherly, manly, but charming."

   "Xiao Langjun felt like throwing up when he heard this."

   "But in order to survive, he can only accept this so-called compliment with a smile."

  Pei Yi gasped.

  The scene when she met Du Heng for the first time suddenly appeared in her mind.

  At that moment, Du Heng saluted her so charmingly that she felt that half of her body was numb.

  At that time, she felt that Du Heng was very charming, but not at all feminine, and he was really good at seducing people.

  But who would have thought that this temperament was forcibly trained by A Niang—and, Du Heng himself particularly disliked such manners.

  Pei Yi felt as if she had knocked over a bottle of five flavors—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, everything.

  She felt that A Niang was considerate of her, and even the servant had been properly trained for her since she was a child.

   But she was also moved by A Niang's artifice—as Du Heng said, A Niang was kind to her and her brother, but she was cruel to the servants.

   Letting a group of young men who have not yet opened their doors play some courteous etiquette in elementary school, which is really teaching everyone to be biased.

  Especially if you teach a big boss, it really planted a time bomb for yourself.

  Pei Yi's mood became more and more complicated when she thought of this.

She felt that when she passed the imperial examination and returned to the capital, she must have a good talk with A Niang—after all, if her A Niang doesn’t change her villain cannon fodder, then their family is very likely to follow the old path in the book—destruction .

   "However, Madam wants him to learn too much."

   "After learning etiquette, I have to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

   "Xiao Langjun is very unhappy."

   "He thinks there is nothing wrong with these things if they are used for the leisure fun of rich and noble children."

   "But if it is used as a means of inviting pets, it would be...too disgusting."

nausea…

  When Pei Yi heard this word, she really couldn't express her mood.

  From just now to now, Du Heng has already uttered two extremely derogatory words: nasty and disgusting.

  She has no doubt that these two words may be Du Heng's impression of Pei Mansion.

   "There is no way."

   "If you don't learn these things, Mr. Xiao Lang will not be able to survive in the mansion."

   "He will be rejected by his wife, and will be sent to other unknown people in the end."

   "Xiao Langjun has had enough of the pain of being bought here and there."

   "He feels that he is more willing to endure than the pain of being picked and picked by others—to learn some of these skills in Fuzhong."

   "I never thought that after learning Guqin, this gentleman would find himself extremely interested in ritual and music."

   "Although he has been praised, this gentleman does not dare to slack off at all."

   "Because there are still many gentlemen who learn musical instruments with him, and everyone is trying their best to compete for the first place."

   "How dare he be proud of himself?"

  Pei Yi was astonished, with mixed feelings in her heart.

  She really didn't expect that the way her aunt gave her to train a servant was so similar to training a dead soldier.

   Of course, she was right.

  Because, Mrs. Pei did learn from the training model of the dead to train the emperor.

   "Year after year, my husband has grown up."

   "He originally thought that his life would be like this."

   "Who ever thought that when he was thirteen years old, he was plotted against by his peers and fell down the steep **** again."

   "But this time, he was lucky."

   "Because he is so outstanding on weekdays, Madam has been paying special attention to him."

   "As soon as he found out that he was missing, Madam immediately mobilized her servants to look for him."

  Pei Yi couldn't tell what was going on in her heart.

  She can only say that Du Heng's last sentence is really ironic.

   "Mr. Lang was finally rescued."

   "He hit his head this time."

   "But it was this bump that reminded him of many things from his childhood."

   "He finally remembered that the culprit who made his life so unsatisfactory turned out to be—his own brother."

   "Lang Jun intends to take revenge."

  "He wanted to run away directly to his home and expose his younger brother's evil deeds to his parents."

   "But this is not realistic at all."

   "Because he doesn't have that much money at all, and he doesn't have a customs clearance document to go back to his hometown."

   "He just kept waiting, waiting."

   "Later, I finally got an opportunity."

   "Madam told him to go to a small place to serve the young master in the mansion."

   "He knew right then that it was time for him to sacrifice himself."

   "How could he be willing?"

   "He's already made up his mind—he'll take some poison and pretend he's disfigured by acne."