The more Cheng Muyan thought about it, the colder her body became, but she couldn't stop thinking about it and kept thinking about it deeper and deeper.
What happened in the middle?
"Master, it's time to sleep." The maid's words interrupted Cheng Muyan's random thoughts. The pearl curtain was opened, and in front was one of the two familiar maids, followed by a little maid carrying warm ginseng soup.
In fact, just now she ate a few pieces of pastries on the counter, used a fat chicken, and drank a small bowl of goat's milk soup when she came back. Cheng Muyan didn't feel hungry at all. Not only was she not hungry, her stomach was still full.
Sitting up from the soft couch with her little paws on her hands, Cheng Muyan looked at the bowl of soup in a small teacup-like bowl, weighed her stomach, and sat back down, "Let's leave it for now, I won't have it right now.
Hungry."
"Help me up. I'm going to come down for a walk. My stomach is a little stretched." Cheng Muyan stretched out her hand and handed it to the kind-faced maid.
Poria saw that her master was indeed feeling a little uncomfortable, so she stretched out her hands to take over the little baby with pink makeup and hugged it beside the soft couch. There was still a sweet milky fragrance left on the baby's body, which smelled very good.
After putting on the little shoes that the little person put on the ground, he put the person on the ground.
Cheng Muyan looked at her suddenly lowered field of vision, and her body stiffened for a moment. She raised her head silently, and at a glance she saw the little girl's smooth and delicate jaw, and a small mole on her neck connected to her left cheek.
Something seemed to flash through his mind, but it came and went so quickly that Cheng Muyan didn't catch it.
She frowned and looked at the small mole she had just seen, but she couldn't recall what had inspired her at that moment. At this moment, Poria also took off Cheng Muyan's coat, holding a delicate and cute
The little girl knelt down, bent her eyes and said with a decent smile: "Master, do you want to take a walk in the courtyard? Tomorrow's sacrifice and inheritance will be the same as the sacrifices on weekdays. There is no difference. Master, there is no need to weigh it in your heart."
He speaks like a child, gentle and doting, and his voice is pleasant to the ears.
However, Cheng Muyan, who wanted to find out more about what was going on and the situation, heard nothing. She just felt a little strange about this girl's attitude towards the inheritance of sacrifices.
She has no memory of the past, and even the memory after Master Yuechenxi disappeared is becoming increasingly blurred in her mind. But isn't the inheritance imprint of the Cheng clan extremely important? But why do the two of them seem...not to pay much attention to it?
What does it look like?
He gently pulled the girl's sleeves and let her wrap herself in a robe. She had not yet awakened her spirit at this time. Even though she had the blood of the Cheng family, her body was still that of a three-year-old. She was very fragile and could not be protected by anything.
The slightest disturbance could kill her.
Cheng Muyan took a leisurely walk in the courtyard, looking at the bright starry sky above her head, and her mind cleared up. No matter what, if she gets the inheritance mark tomorrow, she will have enough abilities, and Lord Yuechenxi loves her and Xiaodao quite a lot. Then
Wouldn't it be great if she and Xiaodao followed him every step of the way until they got through that crisis?
If she couldn't avoid it, at least she would be able to know what was going on and what to do, instead of being like now, with her eyes darkened and everything she saw being confused.
Stepping gently on the flat road under his feet, Cheng Muyan suddenly remembered the names of the two maids. It seemed that one was called Poria and the other was Xuehe?
After taking two more steps with her hands behind her back like a little old man, Cheng Muyan raised her little face and looked at the two girls standing quietly waiting for her under the eaves, and then continued to raise her head to look at the twinkling stars in the sky.
Xingzi coughed lightly and said with his hands behind his back: "Sister Fuling, I'm thirsty, let's go back."
"Sister Xuehe, look at the star over there, it's so bright!"
Seeing that the two girls under the eaves responded in unison, one turned around and entered the room, and the other raised her head to look at the stars in the sky. Cheng Muyan walked forward, and the star-studded stone in the lampshade under the eaves glowed with gleaming white light.
His eyes glanced at the man's beautiful white porcelain neck, which was as smooth as jade and flawless. It was very beautiful.
So...so the one with the little mole on his neck is Poria?
Cheng Muyan's eyes were bright and clear, and she continued to walk forward when the little girl's slightly coquettish voice came: "Master, the stars in the sky are all bright, I can't tell which one is brighter."
The tone was a bit distressed and had a hint of coquettishness, which surprised Cheng Muyan.
Before Cheng Muyan could come to her senses, she was picked up again in a standard posture for holding a child. Her movements were very familiar, but also a bit lively, "Master, Master, which one are you talking about? Let me see.
If you don’t come out, you can point it out.”
Cheng Muyan was carried around the courtyard by the little girl. Looking at this delicate face that was exactly the same as Poria cocos, something flashed through her heart like a blessing.
"Poria cocos and Xue He are twin sisters, and they look exactly the same. It's not your fault if I call them by the wrong name... I don't know how you can tell which one of them is who."
These words were said by Xiao Dao, because Cheng Muyan remembered that the voice was Xiao Dao's, and she could not mishear it.
Holding the little girl's neck, Cheng Muyan raised her head and looked at the sky, which was densely populated by stars. She conscientiously pointed to the brightest cluster and said angrily: "That's right there.
, it’s like a spoon, it’s so bright, and the one next to it is also bright.”
"It seems... right?" Xue He couldn't tell who was brighter, mainly because they were so densely packed that it made his eyes dazzled.
After admiring the beautiful scenery full of stars in the sky for a while, Cheng Muyan took Xue He back to the house.
Poria had already poured out the soup. Cheng Muyan had just warmed it with hot water before she didn't want to drink it. It was warm enough here. Cheng Muyan looked at the small bowl in confusion, then put aside the spoon and drank it.
Inheriting the mark consumes a lot of blood and mental energy. This tonic soup is basically raised from birth. If the baby is too young to drink, the wet nurse will take the tonic and then feed it. If she stops breastfeeding, she will take the tonic and make a thick soup.
To be honest, the fact that he has grown so big and not turned into a ball, but only looks like a little baby fat, is really because of the good genes of the Cheng family.
Putting down the bowl with her little paw, Cheng Muyan stretched out her hand to ask Poria to wipe her face and hands. I am still a child now, and I am still growing. What is the use of thinking so much? It is better to sleep well, go to bed early and get up early for good health.
Xue He consciously put the bowl away, and Fuling came over with hot water to wash Cheng Muyan's face and her little paws. Finally, she even brought a basin to rub Cheng Muyan's butt and wash her feet.
Cheng Muyan's face turned red after washing, this... this is so shameful!