There was a muffled thunder in the sky, but within a moment, the heavy rain turned into a downpour.
This spring, it finally started to rain.
Bing Xin hurried over and handed the food box in her arms to Sujie under the eaves. While wiping the water droplets on her face, she complained: "The rain is coming as soon as I say it will. I'll be here even if it's a little late."
Sujie said: "You've been soaked like this, so don't wipe it off. Go back and take a shower."
The two of them talked and entered the house.
In the room, Nanny Tong was leaning against the bed, looking depressed.
Ah Wan is checking her pulse.
Mingwei sat on the other side and made a silencing gesture towards them.
The two of them put down the food box gently, one went to wash and change clothes, and the other took out the food.
After a while, Ah Wan took back her hand and said: "There's nothing wrong with you, mama. Just give me a prescription to rest. Just open your mind and don't bore yourself, otherwise you'll get sick even if you're not sick."
Hearing what she said, the girls in the room breathed a sigh of relief.
Since the death of Mrs. Mingsan, Grandma Tong has fallen ill. She is getting older, and they are afraid that Grandma Tong will not be able to survive.
Ah Wan drew up a prescription, and Duofu went out to order someone to get the medicine.
Sujie helped Nanny Tong up and served her to eat.
Mingwei and Awan left the house.
However, in just a few days, Yu Fangyuan became much colder, and the servants who passed by in a hurry were all in low spirits.
Not only Yu Fangyuan, but the entire Ming Dynasty is like this.
One died, several fell ill, and they were lifeless.
Mingwei stood under the eaves, reaching out to catch the dripping rainwater.
It's really strange. It's obvious that her mother-daughter relationship with Mrs. Ming San has only been more than a month, and she has been used to being alone for a long time, but now she feels extremely lonely.
"Young Master wants to see you." Ah Wan said.
Mingwei nodded: "When?"
"We will make arrangements when the time comes."
"Um."
Ah Wan said no more, and Mingwei didn't ask any more questions.
It rained heavily all day and all night.
Early the next morning, Duofu said: "The purple bamboo in the garden was struck by lightning last night."
Mingwei raised his head and looked outside through the window.
Duofu smiled and said: "The purple bamboo is over there, you can't see it like this."
Mingwei drank the remaining goat milk and stood up: "Let's go and have a look."
The master and servant went around to the other end of the garden, and sure enough they saw the purple bamboo that was half struck by lightning.
Several gardeners were cutting down the broken branches.
Mingwei looked at it for a while and said, "Cut this section off and give it to me."
The gardener followed her instructions and cut off the section she had marked.
Mingwei took the bamboo pipe and went back.
Awan went out for a walk after dinner and saw Mingwei sitting under the eaves, slowly cutting a bamboo pipe.
"What are you doing?"
Mingwei didn't even raise his head: "Guess."
Ah Wan frowned and looked at it for a while: "Making a flute?"
"It's the flute." Mingwei said, "Blow the flute horizontally and the flute vertically."
Ah Wan thought to herself, I'm not that ignorant, it's just that you just cut a few holes and you can't see them.
She remembered what the young master had said about what happened that night.
"Are you used to using the flute to control wandering spirits?"
"To be precise, it's to save the soul." Mingwei corrected seriously.
Ah Wan didn't understand: "Is there a difference?"
"Yes. The duty of a fortune teller is to sweep away evil spirits in the world. Under normal circumstances, the soul should be sent to death. Therefore, it is not to control, but to transcend."
There was a sense of conviction when she said this.
Ah Wan didn't quite understand. She followed the young master at the age of six and learned a lot in the past ten years, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, martial arts and medical skills, but these were all learned only if they were useful.
She learned martial arts not to become the best in the world or to explore the secrets of martial arts.
She did not study medicine to help the world and save all sentient beings in the world.
It's just that with martial arts, I can stop the young master from holding back, and with medical skills, I can help the young master do more things.
But Mingwei is not like this.
She studies occult arts and has a very lofty belief.
Sweep the world and protect the common people.
Ah Wan has always felt that this kind of slogan is very vain. The more ambitious the goal, the more it seems like an excuse to comfort herself.
But she seemed to be carrying it out very seriously.
Young Master said that most of the people in this world are only upright and upright on the surface, and it is rare for there to be one or two who are consistent on the surface.
Could it be that she is a rare and truly good person?
A howl came from the sky.
Ah Wan looked up and said, "Young master is here."
Mingwei looked up and saw a white eagle circling in the sky.
This white eagle is all white, with a black tip as thick as ink on its wings. It is both beautiful and heroic.
Mingwei praised: "Good Eagle, has your young master changed?"
Ah Wan stared: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You said the young master is here, and looking at the eagle, of course I thought the eagle was your young master."
"..." Ah Wan decided to take back what she just said.
How does this person look like a good person? It's too narrow-minded to make fun of her when nothing happens!
Ming smiled slightly and continued to cut her flute.
The dark purple bamboo has a trace of a blackened lightning strike.
The flute in her previous life was made of lightning-struck wood by her master.
There was a heavy rain last night and lightning struck bamboo in front of her.
God seemed to be using this way to remind her who she was and why she was here.
It’s not about becoming Miss Mingqi, nor is it about regaining family ties.
It is about changing the destiny of the world and not leading to inhumane and chaotic times.
Not long after, Aunt Hu, who was beside the second lady, came over.
"Miss Seventh," she saluted respectfully, "there is someone outside to pick you up."
Mingwei nodded, entered the room and told Duofu, then said: "Let's go."
Aunt Hu didn't say who came to pick her up, and she didn't ask.
Everyone knows it.
A carriage decorated with gold and jade was parked at the side door without any intention of covering it up.
Mingwei got on the carriage and walked forward for a while when she suddenly burst into laughter.
Ah Wan was confused: "Why are you laughing?"
"The reputation of your young master is very useful. Even the Ming family dare not touch me now," she said.
Ah Wan rolled her eyes.
Mingwei added: "When I get into this car today, in the eyes of others, I have nothing to do with him. You have to tell him that he will be responsible for what he has done!"
Ah Wan snorted: "Don't you know that my young master is famous for being irresponsible?"
"He doesn't have to be responsible for others, but for me, he must be responsible."
Ah Wan turned her head and thought to herself, it’s a dream! Let’s not talk about her weird origins, just her apparent identity, how could she be worthy of being a young master?
There was no talking all the way, and the carriage drove into the backyard of a restaurant.
As soon as they got out of the car, someone came to greet them and led them respectfully to the guest room upstairs.
Mingwei stepped into the door and saw Yang Shu leaning lazily in front of the window, playing with the ivory folding fan in his hand and looking down at the passersby downstairs.
"Sir." Ah Wan called.
Yang Shu turned around and looked over and said with a smile: "Have you been suffering these past few days? Ah Xuan said, you either drink porridge or eat steamed buns every day."
"Yeah!" Ah Wan complained, "I can't even taste the meat."
Yang Shu laughed and stretched out his hand to scratch her nose: "I want you to have a good meal today, go and order some food!"
This is to drive her away.
Awan was not happy.
"Good boy, go quickly! I haven't eaten until now because I'm waiting for you!" Yang Shu coaxed her.
Ah Wan stamped her feet, turned around and went out.
I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. From the beginning to the end, there was no one around, and I didn’t even look at Ming Wei.