Chapter 032: Lively
Ming Xiang knelt in the ancestral hall, went back and lay down for two days, and jumped alive again.
caused such trouble, the fourth master took care of her tightly and ordered her not to go out. Mingxiang had nowhere to go, so he was so idle that he could only come to Yu Fangyuan every day to talk to Mingwei.
Mingwei asked her, "What about the sixth brother?" Why don't you go and play with him? β
Ming Xiang sat on the corridor, nibbling on the secret preserved fruit while watching her fencing: "He's a boy, he wants to go to school." β
"Then why didn't you go to school? Isn't there a female student? β
"Hey, Seventh Sister, you actually know about women's studies!" Ming Xiang was surprised, "Originally, there was a female student, but my husband got married last year, and I haven't found a good one." My father said that instead of letting me run around outside, it is better to follow my mother and learn how to be in charge......"
Mingwei stopped, took the handkerchief handed by Duofu to wipe the sweat off his face, and couldn't help laughing: "Fourth Uncle really understands you." β
Her words aroused Mingxiang's emotion: "Speaking of which, when I used to go to school, I was so free, and I knew a lot of friends, so I didn't have to be trapped in the house every day......"
So, that's what women's studies are all about.
When you see the bigger world, you don't want to be a caged bird.
She rested for a moment and regained her grip on the sword.
"Seventh sister, you're so fun!" Ming Xiang looked at her bamboo sword with great interest.
"It's not playing, it's practicing." Mingwei said.
How can a life master be powerless? It takes effort to drive away ghosts and suppress evil spirits. Besides, mana can deal with demons and ghosts, but it can't deal with people with malicious intentions.
When she was in better health, she asked people to make bamboo swords and wooden figures, planning to pick up martial arts step by step.
This body is already fifteen years old, and it is almost impossible to miss the best time to lay the foundation, and it is almost impossible to train to become a top master. But as long as you practice diligently, then use gold needles to puncture the acupoints to open up the meridians, and add a medicinal bath, you can at least practice to become an ordinary master.
That's enough.
"Practice? Was it also taught by Xuannu Niangniang? β
"That's right!" Mingwei replied casually.
"Then you can teach me too, right? You were so good at climbing over the wall that day, if I had this ability, it would be easy to sneak out in the future. β
Mingwei couldn't help but smile: "You can teach you, but how do you repay me?" β
Mingxiang wants to say, take you to sneak out to play. But when I think of the trouble I caused a few days ago, I wilt.
Mingwei said: "That's it, I'm idle and bored, you come to talk to me every day and tell me what's going on outside to relieve my boredom, how about it?" β
"Yes, yes!" Ming Xiang nodded like pounding garlic. Even if she didn't have this condition, she would have come.
So Mingwei waved his hand: "Go change your clothes." β
Duofu asked: "Miss, take a piece that you haven't worn first, and put it on for Miss Eight?" β
"Hmm."
They are two years apart, Ming Xiang is lively and active, but Miss Ming Qi is trapped in the house all the year round, so her size is not much different.
"Let's go!" Ming Xiang was elated. Practice, it sounds so fun!
Mingwei also smiled.
Let her be happy for a while, and wait until she can't laugh.
As expected, Ming Xiang's cry of bitterness soon sounded in Yu Fangyuan.
When Mama Tong finished finishing things, she saw her wife standing under the window, looking out in a daze.
She followed her gaze.
In the open space of the courtyard, there was a wooden figure, and two little girls wearing narrow-sleeved practice clothes each held a bamboo sword and poked and stabbed at the wooden figure.
From time to time, one of them lowered his sword to correct the other's movements, causing her to cry bitterly. And as soon as she complained bitterly, the maids around her laughed, and there was an atmosphere of joy around her.
"Miss is so good now." Mama Tong couldn't help but sigh.
"yes!" Mrs. Ming San muttered, "It's so good, I can't believe it." β
"What's there to believe about this? It's all a blessing. Mama Tong smiled, "It was Madame's sincerity that moved the heavens and moved the Xuannu Niangniang!" β
"But I always feel unreal." Mrs. Ming San said in a low voice, "Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and can't help but ask myself, is this Xiao Qi?" Is it really Xiao Qi? What if not? Will she cry, will she suffer......"
As she spoke, her eyes moistened.
"Madame!" Mama Tong hurriedly said, "What are you thinking?" Isn't Miss good here? How can you cry, how can you suffer? β
"But I'm not steady......"
She looked at the girl in the courtyard, her eyes were full of affection, and slowly cooled down.
"Madame......"
Before Mama Tong's words could be spoken, Mrs. Ming San had already turned around and asked her, "Is there a letter from the east?" β
Dongfang refers to Dongfu, and usually Mrs. Ming asks this question, referring to a specific person.
Mama Tong said, "Not yet." β
"It seems that this matter is a bit troublesome, and it hasn't been arranged for several days."
Mama Tong said sincerely: "If you don't have to go, it's good......"
Mrs. Ming San smiled, she would not be so naΓ―ve, how could the second master be such a calculating person, how could she let go of this opportunity?
Bear with it, it's good to just endure it for the last time.
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After a few more days, Ming Xiang ran over excitedly, and when he saw Ming Wei, he shouted: "Seventh sister!" Something is wrong! β
Mingwei was flipping through the book.
In her time, many books were lost due to the war, and the historical materials became incomplete. She needs to understand this era as soon as possible, and reading books is the fastest way.
She didn't even raise her eyes: "Look at the excited look on your face, there is a lot of excitement to watch, right?" β
"Hahaha, sure enough, the seventh sister understands me." Ming Xiang crossed his waist and laughed.
Mingwei kindly reminded her: "Pay attention to your manners, if you let the fourth aunt see it like this, don't think about eating dinner." β
Ming Xiang hurriedly put down his crossed hand, leaned in front of her and said, "As soon as that Yang Gongzi entered the city, he was taken back by the county prince's mansion. In order to entertain this cousin, the king of Qidong County spent a lot of money, not only packed up the letter garden for him to live in, but also sent a lot of beautiful singers over......"
"And then?"
"And then something happened!" Ming Xiang covered his face with his sleeves, laughed for a while, and continued, "First of all, a concubine of the king of the county, I don't know why, I actually got lost in Xinyuan, broke into Yang Gongzi's house, and was sent out in the middle of the night. Then there was the young lady of the princess of the county, who was bumped into having a tryst with Yang Gongzi alone in the Water Pavilion. I heard that the county king's mansion is now in a trouble, and the Li family wants Yang Gongzi to give an explanation. β
Mingwei twisted his eyebrows: "What kind of mess?" The concubine of the county king broke into Yang Gongzi's house, can it still reach our ears? β
"Who knows? Maybe someone else bumped into it and said it secretly. After all, the letter garden is so big, there are many people! β
Mingwei shook his head: "Just this matter, it's also worth your time watching the excitement so happily?" β
Ming Xiang smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Of course, there is a follow-up." That Master Jiang opened a council on the second day after he arrived in Dongning, and he heard that many unjust, false and wrongful cases were tried, and now he is famous. The Li family is not popular, so they sued Yang Gongzi to Master Jiang......"
"......" Mingwei couldn't help asking, "Is there something wrong with the princess of the county?" This kind of affair, it will only be the daughter's family who will suffer, and they dare to sue the yamen? β