We are busy with funeral arrangements, so no one is watching here.
She stood quietly in front of Empress Xuannv, looking up at the beam that hung over Mrs. Ming San.
Ah Wan came in from outside: "Miss Ming, if nothing happens to you, I will go back and report to the young master."
"Don't worry." Mingwei walked to two small stools and sat down, extending her hand in a gesture of invitation, "If there is nothing urgent, Miss Awan, please talk to me first."
Ah Wan stood still and said, "Ah Wan is just a slave. Although the master treats me well, I can't do many things."
Ming smiled and poured himself a cup of cold tea that had been left overnight: "You are thinking too much. If I ask for help, I will just ask your young master directly. Why bother?"
"..." Ah Wan thought, if she hadn't just experienced the tragic death of a loved one, she would have turned around and left.
Isn't this a mockery? Isn't it useless to beg her?
Although she herself also excused herself...
Ah Wan finally sat down in front of her.
Mingwei put down the tea cup.
Overnight cold tea is inevitably bitter. All the flavors in the tea leaves are soaked out, and the aroma is gone and the astringency is stronger.
Makes you extra awake.
Mingwei didn't pour her tea: "This tea is not good for guests, please forgive me for being rude."
Ah Wan said calmly: "It doesn't matter. What Miss Ming wants to say, Ah Wan is all ears."
Mingwei took another sip of cold tea: "Young Master Yang should not know that the person the Ming family plans to send is my mother, not me."
Ah Wan did not answer, but raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Without her opening her mouth, Mingwei already knew what she meant: "Although my mother is no longer young, her charm and appearance are still better than mine."
Ah Wan was silent for a while and said softly: "That's quite a beauty."
"Yes, beauty." Mingwei looked up at the beams again, "The word "beautiful" has been the only mistake she made in her life."
Because of her beauty, she was remembered by her uncle, and because of her beauty, she was forced to do dirty things.
"When I first learned about this, I didn't dare to recall what happened to her and how she survived these ten years. Miss Awan, what would you do if you were her?"
Ah Wan calmed down and said, "Maybe I won't be able to survive. Or maybe I will become numb and just want to live."
Mingwei laughed softly: "In this world, if you only care about whether you live or not, you are already in an abyss. It takes courage to die, and it also takes courage to live. It's hard to tell which one is more important.
good."
Ah Wan remained silent and did not answer.
"I have never asked her, but I know what she is thinking." Mingwei murmured, "She doesn't dare to die! What if she dies and leaves her daughter behind? Who will worry about whether she has enough food and clothing?
Who will take care of her all her life? Who will let her live like a human being?"
Only then did Ah Wan see the sparkling tears in her eyes: "A fool, if no one takes care of him, may live worse than a pig or a dog. So she didn't dare to die. She would rather fall into hell than
die."
The tears finally didn't fall.
At this time, Ah Wan felt particularly indifferent.
Probably because she is used to this kind of darkness, right?
The young master said, this Miss Ming is very powerful, but why does she think she is a little naive? Do you want to impress her with these words and ask her to say good things to the young master?
How is that possible.
If it is of no benefit to the young master, then what if the mother and daughter are pitiful?
Having said that, Ah Wan's eyes still moved.
At this time, Duofu, whose eyelids were red and swollen, pushed open the door and walked in: "Miss..."
"Hmm." Mingwei asked calmly, "Did you bring the things?"
"I brought it." Duofu took out a cloth bag.
Mingwei first took out the incense stick from the cabinet, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner.
Then he took the bag, took out a handful of glutinous rice, and sprinkled it on the ground in front of the offering table.
Hand after hand, a thin layer of rice was laid out.
After doing this, she stretched out her hand to Duofu: "Knife."
Duofu took out a pair of scissors and put it in her hand.
Mingwei held the sharply sharpened scissors and cut open her wrist.
The bright red blood dripped down and fell on the glutinous rice.
After a layer of red was spread, she handed her wrist to Duofu and wrapped the wound.
Then, she stood like this, looking at Mi Dao steadily.
Ah Wan watched quietly until the incense was extinguished, then asked: "Are you summoning spirits?"
Mingwei nodded.
"What's the result?"
"As you can see, I didn't find it."
Ah Wan thought for a while: "Is it not yet night and the Yang energy is too strong?"
"It's not an evil ghost. It's not that afraid of Yang energy. It can appear in a sheltered place."
"What about your father's soul?"
"That's the problem!" Mingwei squatted down and carefully looked at the rice on the ground to make sure there was no trace of the soul. "After a person dies, the soul will have a period of ignorance, not knowing whether it is alive or dead. At this time,
It may have wandered elsewhere. After a period of adaptation, it will slowly recover. This period of time is basically seven days, so there is a saying that the soul will return in seven days."
Mingwei paused and continued: "I didn't find the soul in my mother's bedroom. I found the place where she committed suicide, but I still didn't see it."
"What does this mean?" Ah Wan couldn't help but ask.
"Whether my mother died last night or this morning, she probably wouldn't have wandered off to other places in such a short period of time."
Ah Wan was shocked when she heard this: "You mean..."
"I'm not sure," Mingwei stood up and dusted off the glutinous rice on her hands, "whether her soul was taken away by someone."
"If that's true, isn't there a mysterious scholar hiding in the Ming family?"
Ming Wei said calmly: "You can still be called a metaphysician, but you are just a rough master of metaphysics and have only a partial understanding of it."
You can tell just by looking at the Burning Soul Formation.
However, even if the opponent is just a proficient Xuanshi, it will not be easy to deal with.
Because this world is not only about mysticism.
World conditions, power, rumors... can kill people far more than mystical arts!
Mingwei sat back and took another sip of overnight tea.
"Since my mother is dead, it is no longer a secret that I went to Xinyuan for her last night. If I had gone back last night, what awaited me would not have been such a big battle. She was just an orphan. Pack it up.
It’s not easy yet.”
She paused for a moment: "They should have discovered that I didn't return until noon. They were afraid that Mr. Yang would be implicated, so they put on such a big show."
Ah Wan frowned: "You want me to tell you?"
Ming Wei smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I won't ask him to take action now. As long as you tell him for me, please ask Mr. Jiang to come to express condolences - after the founding prime minister Nanxiang Marquis, it is not considered condescension for Mr. Chiang to visit.
?”
Ah Wan said: "Master, I don't owe you anything."
"The relationships among officials in Dongning are complicated. He has been here for so long, but has he ever found a breakthrough point? Tell him, if Mr. Jiang comes to visit, I am willing to be such a dagger to tear out a breakthrough point in their network of relationships!"
Mingwei put down the teacup and said in a deep voice.