Mingzhu felt as if she had been targeted.

She sat at the dinner table and felt out of place, her mother and father took good care of Li Jiong, the food in his bowl was piled up into a hill, on the other hand, no one cared about the rice bowl when it was empty for a long time, and even the mother who had always been kind and gentle didn't bother to give herself a look.

Mingzhu pulled her somewhat empty rice bowl coyly, and the chopsticks collided with the bowl wall to make a crisp sound. In the past, she would have been reprimanded by her father a long time ago, but today no one paid attention to her. She pushed the bowl forward angrily and walked out in a huff.

He walked out without hindrance. Mingzhu turned her head in disbelief, and the hall was full of joy, as if she had walked an insignificant person. Mingzhu felt a sense of frustration, and a little bit of grievance. Although she roughly understands why she is treated like this, but just like this, the grievances that climb up from the bottom of her heart are uncontrollable.

Looking at the back of Mingzhu leaving, Li Wei was a little worried, he stopped his chopsticks and looked out, and couldn't help but turn his head and ask Master Ming: "Uncle, is this really okay?" ”

Master Ming is very satisfied with his worried appearance, although my own girl is really not decent, and there is no such way to play tricks. But even if you are a bitter master, when I discipline my daughter, you can see the excitement, if I still say cool things when my daughter is away, then you will be overdone.

It's an idea, but it's not a mouthful. Master Ming pouted: "Don't care, I'm used to it, I don't study well all day long, and I'm still playing with my temper!" Get used to her! ”

Mrs. Ming next to her glanced at Master Ming with a strange expression, and Master Ming craned his neck and shouted: "What's the matter?" What do you see me doing? Am I not right? ”

Mrs. Ming calmly took a chopstick lettuce: "Yes, that's right, it's all what I'm used to, and it has nothing to do with you." I don't know who secretly got up in the middle of the night to stew soup for someone, and had to push it on me..."

"Ahem!" Master Ming coughed loudly, winked at Mrs. Ming frantically, and his eyes drifted towards Li Jiong.

Li Wei touched his nose, lowered his head very knowingly, and pretended that he hadn't seen anything and heard nothing.

After a dinner, Li Wei hurriedly said goodbye and left the Ming Mansion. Just kidding, if you stay a little longer, you won't be able to kill Master Ming with a knife.

Out of the door of the Ming Mansion Li Wei can be regarded as relieved, good guy, this is obviously a victim, as if he has committed something, could it be that this is what Wu Ma Qinyang said before, so what is the so-called, victim guilt theory?

Li Wei shook his head, the folding fan in his hand unfolded suddenly, and walked home leisurely. The folding fan looks familiar, but it's not the folding fan that Master Ming just held as a treasure.

Mingzhu lay on the bed in a huff, and no one came to see her until it was completely dark. The more Mingzhu thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, she got up from the bed and lit the lamp hatefully, and when she turned her head, she found that there was a person sitting next to her bed. Mingzhu rolled her eyes, and when she didn't see it, she went around and went back to bed.

"Still angry?" Mrs. Ming touched her head with a smile, Mingzhu moved away with a hum, and then moved back unwillingly, and took Mrs. Ming's hand and put it on top of her head. Mrs. Ming laughed out loud, but she didn't take her hand away, otherwise this little girl would be even more uncomfortable.

"You, don't blame your father." Mrs. Ming's voice was gentle, "Look at what you're making today." When you went out today, your father told me that you girl should not run to the Oiran election by herself. Your father calculated, even if you went up and kicked it yourself, it was expected by him, who would have thought that you could toss better than he thought, and pushed the boy of the Li family to become an oiran. This is good, your father not only gave his fan to others as spiritual compensation, but also lost to your mother and me Sanhu powder jade, it is strange that he can be happy. ”

"Pink Emerald?" Mingzhu looked up in surprise, "What did my father bet on you?" Is the jackpot so big? ”

"Your father swore to me this morning that you would definitely come back to the whole Oiran today, and I said what if I didn't, and he said that if he didn't, even if he lost, give me three pink jade." Mrs. Ming's expression was very happy, and she winked at Mingzhu after speaking, "How is it, is the Li family's kid turned into a woman looking good?" ”

"Beautiful! Mother, I'll tell you that it's good-looking, otherwise how could he be an Oiran? Mingzhu became excited, and the loss just now was swept away, and began to describe it to Mrs. Ming in a comparative manner. At the end, there was still some unfinished smashing of mouths.

"What? Haven't seen enough this time? Mrs. Ming's eyes were a little weird, and there was something inexplicable in her expression when she looked at Mingzhu.

"How can I say it, mother, I think Aji's female body... Well... Endure... Interesting? Mingzhu pondered for a long time, barely finding an ambiguous adjective.

Mrs. Ming's eyes shook when she heard the word "interesting", and finally turned into Mingzhu's familiar gentle appearance. "Then let's talk about it, what an interesting method."

"Just... Well... How can I say it, mother, did I tell you what Ah Ji performed when he got the Oiran? Mingzhu scratched her head.

"I didn't say that." Mrs. Ming pondered for a moment, "What, is there something wrong?" ”

"That's... I told you not to be angry. Mingzhu hesitated to speak, "Just last year, or the year before that, there was a time when I had just learned the sound method and was chattering in front of him. I didn't expect him to remember..."

"That kid from the Li family, what kind of pronunciation did you use?" Mrs. Ming frowned.

"It's not quite right to say yes," Mingzhu smacked his mouth, "and if he wants to use the exact same words, I won't find him funny or anything." ”

"Did he change it?" Mrs. Ming answered, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

"Well, the tone has changed, and the words haven't changed." Mingzhu nodded, "Although there is no spiritual power in that song, I have a feeling that that the sound method was originally a cultivation of the mind, and when he changed it like that, I think it has a little soul-seducing effect." ”

"So evil?" Mrs. Ming frowned, thinking silently in her heart, but she didn't say anything else, and for a while the whole room was very quiet, only the occasional "crackling" sound of the lamp and candle burning.

"You can't tell your dad about this." After a while, Mrs. Ming seemed to suddenly come back to her senses, and told Mingzhu with some seriousness.

"Hmm!" Mingzhu nodded vigorously, and Madame Ming touched her head lovingly.

"Rest early, I'm going to start endorsing from tomorrow."

"Mother, can't you plead with my father and detain me for a few days?"

"It may have been possible before, but now you can stop thinking honestly."

After saying this, Mrs. Ming turned around and walked out, leaving Mingzhu alone with a sad face and sighing.