Mingwei turned around, only to see Duofu looking confused.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
I hesitate to say how blessed I am.
Mingwei asked: "Is there anything you can't say directly?"
Duofu lowered his head in embarrassment and whispered: "I just think... the young lady is weird sometimes."
"Oh?" Mingwei's smile did not change, "What's wrong?"
Seeing that she was not angry, Duofu boldly said: "Miss is always very well-behaved in front of the elders, but as soon as they leave..."
Ming was slightly startled and laughed softly.
Duofu felt guilty because of her laughter: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have spoken ill of the young lady..."
"You're right." Ming looked at her with a smile, "How could there be anything wrong with telling the truth? From now on, there will be only two of us. You can speak out whatever you think. Of course, you still have to keep silent in front of outsiders."
"This slave understands!" Duofu said hurriedly, "Don't tell your master right or wrong."
"wrong."
Duofu looked at her confusedly. What was wrong?
"Don't tell people what is right and what is wrong."
Duofu is even more confused. Is there a difference in one word?
Mingwei stopped explaining to her and turned around to enter the garden.
The lights were on in the room, and Mrs. Mingsan was waiting for her.
"Mother." Just as Duofu said, when in front of her mother, Mingwei automatically turns into a well-behaved person, and the two can switch freely.
Mrs. Mingsan first touched her hand to make sure it was not cold, and then helped her take off her coat.
"Are Xiang and Brother Hao okay?"
"It's okay! Fourth uncle didn't hit him hard, and they are used to being punished. When I went there, they were still discussing food..."
Mrs. Mingsan looked at her daughter.
The candlelight was warm and shone on her fair face, making her look particularly delicate and agile, which reminded her of the second master's words.
The more noble and clean you are, the more attractive you are.
This child, after being stupid for more than ten years, finally lives like a normal girl. She sneaks out to play with her friends, secretly brings them food in the middle of the night, and chatters about interesting things about getting along...
She does not seek wealth or honor, she only seeks a safe life for her daughter.
At least it can't be like her, letting people climb and break it at will.
"Xiao Qi."
Mingwei stopped talking. She could tell that Mrs. Mingsan had something on her mind, so she deliberately acted lively, just to make her happy.
Unfortunately, there was no success. Did the second master come over and say something?
What Mrs. Mingsan said was not what she expected: "When you were young, your mother made an engagement for you."
Mingwei paused for a moment: "Is he my uncle's cousin? I heard Mother Tong mention it before."
"Yes." Madam Ming San said, "You were still young so you never left the ceremony. Now that you are fifteen, it's time to do it."
Mingwei thought about finding an excuse.
The Tianxing Formation sent her soul to this era, but it just stole a sliver of heavenly secrets.
People in Taoism value the reincarnation of heaven and earth the most. In other words, if you get something, you have to pay for something else.
Therefore, most fortune tellers have five disadvantages and three deficiencies, which is the punishment for revealing the secrets of heaven.
What she wants to do is hundreds and thousands of times greater than her personal destiny?
Even with the dragon energy suppressed by the emperors of Mang Mountain, I dare not even guess how much the price I would have to pay.
Therefore, she cannot be too closely related to people of this era.
Getting married and having children is absolutely not an option.
But when she raised her head and saw Mrs. Mingsan's gentle eyes filled with unspeakable sadness, she was speechless.
For this miserable woman, watching her daughter grow up, marry like a normal girl, raise her husband and raise her children is perhaps the greatest pursuit in her life.
Forget it, let’s not mention it for now.
Since you want to put your marriage on the table, you have to go to the capital, right?
When the time comes, are you afraid that she won't be able to think of a way to scare off the fifth cousin?
The custodian arranged the marriage in a beautiful way and it had nothing to do with her at all.
Mingwei decided to be obedient to the end, so she lay on Mrs. Mingsan's lap and acted like a little daughter: "I listen to mother, and I will do whatever she says."
Mrs. Mingsan couldn't help but laugh and nodded her nose: "How old are you? If you are still clinging to your mother like this, what will you do when you get married in the future?"
"Didn't Aunt Tong say that if I get married, my mother will buy a yard next door, so that we can still be together."
Mingwei hugged her and refused to let go.
Is this what it feels like to act like a spoiled child to your mother? It’s really hard to let go.
She hasn't relaxed like this in many years.
Since the Northern Qi Dynasty was destroyed, she initially followed her master around. Later, her master became increasingly unable to do what he wanted, so she had to force herself to grow up and become a qualified successor to the life master.
Now, in this strange era, she met such a good mother, which seemed to make up for her regret. This reminded her that she had been wanton and lively when she was young.
People, it's always like this. If someone can hold their head up, they can continue to be children.
She used to be the master, but now she is...the mother.
"What a child." Mrs. Mingsan also enjoyed the feeling of being coquettishly pampered by her daughter.
She thought for a moment and took off the gold hairpin from her hair.
"This year you are fifteen, and you were supposed to have a hairpin gift. But you were sick before, and my mother couldn't force it, so I missed it. This golden hairpin was a gift from your father as a token of love to my mother. Over the years, my mother has always given me a hairpin.
I will never leave my body. If I give it to you now, I will treat it as a gift to supplement your haircut."
Mrs. Mingsan usually dresses plainly and only has this golden hairpin on her head, which she never changes. Mingwei originally thought it was because of her widowhood, but it turned out that there was another reason.
She didn't dare to ask for it: "Mom, since it was given to me by my father, how dare my daughter take away your thoughts?"
This reminded her of something. The master always carried a wooden comb with him, and never left it day and night. Later, the master was injured and could not recover, and he realized that his time was running out, so he told her the origin of the wooden comb...
Love is so deep that even if you only think about it a little bit, you must try your best to keep it.
Mrs. Mingsan chuckled and stroked her hair tenderly: "You are my mother's greatest concern. No matter how precious a dead thing is, how can it compare to you?"
She helped her daughter to the mirror and said, "Come here, Mom, I'll put it on for you."
The girl in the mirror has graceful eyebrows and is naturally beautiful.
Beauty is a gift from God, but sometimes it can also be the source of disaster.
Mrs. Mingsan gently pushed the gold hairpin in and listened to her daughter murmur in a low voice: "It's too luxurious. I always feel it doesn't look good. It's better for my mother to wear it."
She smiled: "If you're too old-fashioned, you don't wear it on weekdays. But you have to keep this hairpin well and don't lose it."
"Well, I will keep it well. The hairpin will be with you, but the person with the hairpin will die..." I didn't dare to say the last word.
Mrs. Mingsan pinched her cheek: "Where did you learn this strange saying? It shouldn't be from the miscellaneous books A Xiang read, right?"
"Mom!" Mingwei didn't want to answer, so he simply hugged her waist.
Mrs. Mingsan looked at the mother and daughter embracing each other in the mirror, with pure joy in her eyes: "You will be an adult when you have hair extensions. My Xiaoqi has finally grown up..."