Mingwei woke up in the middle of the night with a very dry throat.
It was still early spring, and the night was still very cold. The charcoal fire was burning brightly in the house, forcing her to break out into thin sweat.
She raised her arm to rest on her forehead and let out a soft hum, and immediately someone jumped up.
"Miss? Do you want to get up at night? Or drink water?"
Mingwei raised his heavy eyelids and looked at this girl under the dim night light.
At the age of fourteen or fifteen, in the prime of youth, he had dark spots covering half of his face, making him look extremely ugly.
Logically speaking, the first thing a maid from a wealthy family should have is her good appearance. It would be strange for such an ugly girl to serve closely beside a young lady.
There is another reason for this.
Mingwei's current identity is the seventh lady of the Ming family, a prominent family in Dongning.
His father died when he was young, his mother is a widow, and he has only one daughter.
But she was born with a weak mind.
Mrs. Mingsan, the mother of Miss Mingqi, took great pains to choose a girl with extremely prosperous horoscopes for her daughter to stay with her. This ugly girl is blessed.
Mingwei pointed at his throat.
Duofu realized this and poured warm water on her to help her get up.
After serving her a drink of water, Duofu whispered: "It's time to get better, so let's go back to sleep."
Jian Mingwei stared blankly at the corner of the big bed, his gaze motionless, as if coaxing a child: "Miss, don't be afraid, Duofu is here, all the mountain spirits and ghosts will run away!"
Seeing her eyes closing and her breathing gradually becoming steady, Duofu went back to lie down with peace of mind.
After a while, he fell asleep.
These days, Mingwei is sick and everyone is suffering a lot. Duofu hasn't had a good night's sleep in many days.
Amidst Duofu's steady breathing, Mingwei, who was already asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and continued to stare at the corner of the big bed.
In her field of vision, there was a group of gray shadows shivering.
As if feeling her gaze, the gray shadow raised its head, revealing a face exactly like this body, with dull eyes mixed with fear.
She is the real Miss Mingqi.
Ming opened his mouth slightly and said softly: "Don't be afraid. When I recover, I will send you to reincarnation."
After saying that, he raised his hand and made a simple mudra.
A small barrier appeared in front of Miss Mingqi. The wonderful power soothed her, and Miss Mingqi slowly stopped trembling and became quiet.
And the little mana that Ming Wei finally gathered was just consumed.
She closed her eyes tiredly and continued to fall into a deep sleep.
Being possessed by a spirit is very draining of energy. She has spent most of the time in a coma after being here for the past few days.
When I woke up again, it was already bright.
Duofu was sitting beside the bed, arranging threads with needles, and his ten fingers were surprisingly flexible.
Seeing Mingwei open her eyes, she put down the needle and thread in her hand and smiled: "Miss, are you awake?"
Ming slightly hummed.
People outside heard the commotion and opened the curtain and came in: "Did you sleep well, Miss? Does your head still hurt?"
Seeing Ming slightly shaking his head, the nun ordered the maids to come in and help them wash themselves.
Not long after, Mingwei was cleaned and refreshed, and sat at the table to have breakfast.
Duofu also took a pair of bowls and chopsticks, sat next to her, and helped her pick up food and wipe her mouth at any time, taking great care of her.
Mingwei entered this body for a few days and was cared for like this.
Everyone spoke softly to her, treating her like a precious and fragile porcelain doll.
She has traveled around the world with her master since she was a child, and she knows that giving birth to an idiot is a dishonorable thing no matter where she is.
If they are ordinary farmers, the better ones will be kept like pigs and dogs, while the worse ones will have no one to take care of them. Even if they lose their lives, no one will take them seriously. The rich and powerful people will avoid them for fear, or they will be locked up in a deep courtyard, or sent away.
, dare not let outsiders know.
How could she be like Miss Mingqi, who took good care of everything and made her look beautiful, and she didn't look like an idiot at all.
The reason for all this is Miss Mingqi’s mother, Mrs. Mingsan.
Thinking of Mrs. Mingsan, she looked outside twice.
The young nun who was looking after her immediately paid attention and said with a smile: "Madam is busy with something and will be back soon."
Mingwei said oh and continued to eat.
She ate very slowly, and her movements were uncoordinated because she had just transferred her soul.
Duofu and Aunt Tong were very happy.
She finished the entire meal without dropping a grain of rice porridge, so Duofu was completely useless.
Just as I was putting away the dishes, Mrs. Mingsan came back.
She is a bright and dignified beauty, already in her thirties. Not only is her charm not compromised, but she has a unique charm. Because she is a widow, her clothes are very plain, and she only has a gold hairpin with a cloud and phoenix pattern on her head. However, her posture and graceful appearance are...
Unforgettable sight.
Mingwei has traveled all over the world, but has never seen a color comparable to it in his memory.
Seeing her daughter, Mrs. Mingsan curved her lips and smiled: "Has Xiao Qi finished eating? Do you like today's dishes?"
Mingwei nodded.
Mrs. Mingsan's smile became gentler.
She started chatting with her daughter, talking about common things, such as spring coming, the weather getting warmer, the grass slowly turning green, migratory birds returning north... just like a child learning a language.
This is Miss Mingqi's homework every morning. She has persisted in it for more than ten years, allowing her to do some simple communication with others.
Mingwei didn't know how to behave, so he simply remained silent.
Mrs. Mingsan touched her hair and sighed silently.
At this time, Aunt Tong led someone into the house.
"Madam, Madam Liu is here."
Mingwei looked up.
The person who came was a woman in her thirties or forties, with a very capable appearance. Her clothes were made of good materials, but the stitching was ordinary. At first glance, she was from outside, not a domestic servant.
With an attentive smile on her lips, she stepped forward and saluted: "I have met Madam, Miss."
Mrs. Mingsan nodded with a smile and called Duofu: "Accompany the lady for a walk in the garden, and don't get too close to the water."
Duofu agreed and led Mingwei out.
When he passed Mrs. Liu, Mingwei smelled a faint smell of smoke. He lowered his eyes and saw that the nails on her left hand were slightly yellow.
These are traces of smoke.
There are very few women who smoke in the countryside, and they usually have a special status.
Such as Goddess.
The Ming family, who passed down poetry and etiquette, always stayed away from these things. What's more, the third wife of the Ming Dynasty was a widow, and she was even more cautious in her daily behavior. Why would she invite a goddess to her home?
"Miss, come this way." Duofu's voice brought Mingwei back to her mind.
They stood at the intersection of two roads, and Duofu led her to the left.
Mingwei turned the corner obediently, but turned his gaze to the right.
That road leads to the lake.
Oh, by the way, at dusk a few days ago, Miss Mingqi was at the lake. What a ghost.