There was a muffled thunder in the sky, but after a while, the rain became a downpour.

This spring, it finally started to rain.

Bingxin hurriedly ran over, handed the food box in his arms to Su Jie under the eaves, and complained while wiping the water droplets on his face: "This rain will fall as soon as it is said, and I will run there a little later." ”

Su Jie said: "It's all drenched like this, don't wipe it, go back and take a bath." ”

The two of them said and entered the house.

In the house, Mama Tong leaned against the head of the bed, looking depressed.

Ah Wan is checking her pulse.

Mingwei sat on the other end and made a silent gesture at them.

The two of them lightly put down the food box, one went to scrub and change clothes, and the other took out the food.

After a while, Ah Juan withdrew his hand and said, "Mama is fine, just open a prescription to recuperate." It is to open your mind and don't stuffy yourself, otherwise you will be sick if you are not sick. ”

Hearing her say this, the girls in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the death of Mrs. Ming San, Mama Tong has fallen ill. She is old, and they are afraid that Mama will not be able to hold on.

Ah Juan drafted a prescription, and Duofu went out to order someone to grab the medicine.

Su Jie helped Mama Tong up and served her with food.

Mingwei and Ah Juan came out of the house.

However, in just a few days, Yu Fangyuan was a lot colder, and the servants who hurried by were all listless.

Not only Yu Fangyuan, but the entire Ming Mansion is like this.

One died, several fell ill, lifeless.

Mingwei stood under the eaves and reached out to catch the dripping rain.

It's really strange, obviously she has only been in a mother-daughter relationship with Mrs. Ming for more than a month, and she has long been used to being alone, but now she feels extremely lonely.

"Childe wants to see you." Ah Juan said.

Mingwei nodded: "When?" ”

"It's your own arrangement when the time comes."

"Hmm."

Ah Juan didn't say more, and Mingwei didn't ask more.

The rain fell heavily for a day and a night before stopping.

In the early morning of the second day, Duofu said: "The purple bamboo in the garden was thundered last night. ”

Mingwei looked up and looked out through the window.

Duofu smiled: "Zizhu is over there, you can't see it like this." ”

Mingwei drank the remaining goat's milk and got up: "Let's go, go and see." ”

The master and servant went around to the end of the garden, and sure enough, they saw the purple bamboo that had been half struck by lightning.

A few gardeners are cutting down the broken branches.

Mingwei looked at it for a while and said, "This section, cut it down for me." ”

The gardener did as he said, and cut off the section she had drawn out.

Mingwei took this section of bamboo pipe and went back.

Ah Wan went out for a walk after dinner, and what he saw was sitting under the eaves, slowly cutting a section of bamboo pipe.

"What are you doing?"

Ming Wei didn't raise his head: "Guess." ”

Ah Wan frowned and looked at it for a while: "Make a flute?" ”

"It's a flute." Ming Wei said, "Play the flute horizontally and blow the flute vertically." ”

Ah Wanxin said, I didn't get ignorant to this point, it's just that you only cut a few holes and can't see it.

She remembered what Childe had said, about that night.

"You're used to using the flute to harness the spirits?"

"To be exact, it's the soul." Mingwei corrected it seriously.

Ah Wan didn't understand: "Is there a difference?" ”

"Yes. The duty of the life master is to sweep away the evil in the world, and under normal circumstances, the soul should be sent to life. So, it's not about harnessing, it's about excess. ”

There was a sense of conviction when she said this.

Awan didn't quite understand. She followed her son at the age of six and has learned a lot in ten years. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, martial arts, and medical skills, but these are all useful to learn.

She studied martial arts, not to become the first in the world and explore the secrets of martial arts.

She studied medicine, not to help the world and save all living beings in the world.

It's just that with martial arts, you can not drag your son back, and knowing medical skills can help your son do more things.

But that's not the case with Mingwei.

She studied occult arts and had a lofty belief.

Sweep the world and protect the people.

Ah Wan has always felt that this kind of slogan is very nihilistic, and the more ambitious the goal, the more it seems to be an excuse to comfort himself.

But she seems to be carrying it out very seriously.

Childe said that most of the people in this world are only righteous on the surface, and it is difficult to have one or two things that are consistent on the outside.

Could it be that she is a rare really good person?

There was a whistling sound in the sky.

Ah Juan looked up and said, "Childe is here." ”

Mingwei followed and looked up and saw a white eagle hovering in the sky.

This white eagle is snow-white, and the tips of its wings are a little black as ink, which is both beautiful and heroic.

Mingwei praised: "Good eagle, has your son-in-law changed?" ”

Ah Wan glared: "What nonsense? ”

"You said that the son came, and looked at the eagle, of course I thought that the eagle was your son."

"......" Ah Wan decided to retract what he had just said.

Where does this person look like a good person? It's okay to play tricks on her, it's too narrow!

Ming smiled slightly and continued to sharpen her flute.

On the dark purple bamboo, there was a scorched black lightning strike.

The flute in her previous life was made of lightning wood by the master.

Last night a heavy rain sent lightning strikes to her.

God seemed to be reminding her in this way of who she was and what she was here for.

It's not about being Miss Mingqi, and it's not about regaining family affection.

It is to change the fortunes of the world, not to go to the inhumane and chaotic times.

Not long after, Mama Hu beside the second lady came over.

"Miss Seven," she saluted respectfully, "someone outside has come to pick you up." ”

Mingwei nodded, went into the house and explained to Duofu, and said, "Let's go." ”

Mama Hu didn't say who came to pick up people, and she didn't ask.

Everyone knows it.

A carriage carved with gold and jade was parked at the side door, with no intention of concealing it at all.

Mingwei got into the carriage and walked forward for a while, suddenly laughing.

Ah Wan was inexplicable: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Your son-in-law's reputation is very useful, and the Ming family doesn't dare to touch me now." She said.

Awan rolled her eyes.

Mingwei said again: "I got into this car today, and in the eyes of others, it has nothing to do with him." You have to tell him that he will be responsible for what he does! ”

Ah Wan snorted: "Don't you know that my son-in-law is notoriously irresponsible?" ”

"He can not be responsible for others, but I must be responsible."

Ah Wan twisted his head, and said in his heart, dreaming! Let's not talk about her strange origin, that is, her identity on the surface, where is she worthy of a son?

Without saying a word all the way, the carriage drove into the backyard of a restaurant.

As soon as they got out of the car, they were greeted by someone who respectfully led them upstairs to the guest house.

Mingwei stepped into the door and saw Yang Shu lazily leaning in front of the window, playing with the ivory folding fan in his hand while looking down at the pedestrians downstairs.

"Childe." Ah Wan called.

Yang Shu turned his head to look over and said with a smile: "How many days have you suffered?" Ah Xuan said, you either drink porridge or eat steamed buns every day. ”

"yes!" Awan complained, "I can't even taste the meat." ”

Yang Shu laughed, stretched out his hand and scraped her nose: "Let you have a good meal today, go and order!" ”

It's about breaking her apart.

Awan was not happy.

"Good, go! I haven't eaten until now! Yang Shu coaxed her.

Ah Wan stomped his foot, turned and went out.

I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, from beginning to end, if there is no one around, I don't even look at Mingwei.