Mingwei woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible dry throat.

It was still early spring, and the cold was still heavy at night, and the thriving charcoal fire in the house forced out her fine sweat.

She put her arm on her forehead and let out a soft snort, and immediately someone scrambled to her feet.

"Miss? Do you want to wake up late? Or drink water? ”

Mingwei propped up her heavy eyelids and looked at this girl in the hazy night light.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, he was in the prime of his youth, but he had dark spots on half of his face, which looked extremely ugly.

It stands to reason that the first thing about a maid from a wealthy family is that she looks good, and it is strange that such an ugly girl serves by the side of the young lady.

There is another reason for this.

Ming Wei's current identity is the seventh lady of the Ming clan of the Dongning Wang clan.

lost her father since she was a child, her mother was widowed, and she had only this one daughter.

But she was born with a lack of mind.

Miss Ming Qi's mother, Mrs. Ming San, took great pains for her daughter. chose a girl who is extremely prosperous and accompanies her, which is the blessing of this ugly girl.

Mingwei pointed to his throat.

Blessed with a lot of enlightenment, he poured warm water and helped her up.

After serving her and drinking water, Duofu whispered: "Just ugly, Miss is sick, let's go to sleep." ”

Seeing Mingwei staring at the corner of the big bed in a daze, his eyes were motionless, and he coaxed the child: "Miss, don't be afraid, Duofu is here, what mountain spirits and ghosts, run away!" ”

Seeing that she closed her eyes and her breathing gradually stabilized, Duofu went back to lie down with confidence.

After a while, he fell asleep.

These days, Mingwei is sick, everyone is tossed a lot, and Duofu hasn't had a good night's sleep for many days.

In the sound of Duofu's steady breathing, Mingwei, who was already asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and continued to stare at the corner of the big bed.

In her vision, there was a gray shadow, shivering.

As if sensing her gaze, the gray shadow raised its head, revealing a face identical to this body, with a glazed look mixed with horror.

She is the real Miss Ming Qi.

Ming Wei opened his mouth and said softly: "Don't be afraid, when I recover, I will send you to reincarnation." ”

With that, he raised his hand and made a simple mudra.

A small enchantment appeared in front of Miss Ming Qi. The wonderful power soothed her, and Miss Ming Qi slowly stopped shivering and quieted down.

And the little mana that Mingwei had finally gathered was consumed.

She closed her eyes in exhaustion and continued to fall into a deep sleep.

Possession of the soul is too draining. She's been here these days and spends most of her time in a coma.

When I woke up again, it was dawn.

Duofu was guarding the bedside flying needle and threading, and Ten pointed out that he was surprisingly flexible.

Seeing Mingwei open her eyes, she put down the needle and thread in her hand and smiled: "Miss is awake?" ”

Ming snorted.

The people outside heard the movement and opened the curtain and came in: "Miss slept well?" Does your head still hurt? ”

Seeing that Mingwei shook her head, the grandmother ordered the maids to come in and serve and freshen up.

It didn't take long for Mingwei to be cleaned and fresh, and she sat at the table with breakfast.

Duofu himself also took a pair of dishes and chopsticks, sat beside her, and helped her wipe her mouth with vegetables at any time, taking care of everything.

Mingwei has been in this body for a few days and has been taken care of like this.

Everyone whispered to her like a precious and fragile porcelain doll.

She has been wandering the world with her master since she was a child, and she knows that giving birth to an idiot child, no matter where she is, is an unseemly thing.

If it is a civilian farmer's house, the better ones are kept as pigs and dogs, and the more miserable ones are left unattended, and no one takes them seriously if they lose their lives. The high-ranking families are even more afraid of it, or locked in the deep courtyard, or sent away, not daring to let outsiders know.

Where is like Miss Ming Qi, she is carefully cared for everywhere, and she is brightly cared for, and she can't look like an idiot at all.

The reason for all this is Miss Ming Qi's mother, Mrs. Ming San.

Thinking of Mrs. Ming San, she looked out twice.

Mama Tong, who was taking care of her on the side, immediately paid attention to it and said with a smile: "Madame is busy with something, and she will be back soon." ”

Mingwei sighed and continued to eat.

She eats very slowly, and her movements are not very coordinated because of the soul she has just sent away.

Duofu and Mama Tong were very happy.

With the whole meal, she didn't drop a grain of rice porridge, and Duofu was completely useless.

As soon as she put away the dishes and chopsticks, Mrs. Ming San came back.

She is a bright and dignified beauty, she is more than 30 years old, not only does she not see the charm of the loss, but she has a soft and charming style. Because he is a widow, his clothes are very plain, and there is only a golden hairpin with a cloud and phoenix pattern on his head, but his posture and demeanor are unforgettable.

Mingwei has traveled all over the world, and he has never seen a color comparable to it in his memory.

Seeing her daughter, the corners of Mrs. Mingsan's mouth curled, and she smiled: "Xiao Qi finished eating?" Do you like today's dish or not? ”

Mingwei nodded.

Mrs. Mingsan's smile became gentler.

She began to talk to her daughter, talking about ordinary things, such as spring is coming, the weather is warmer, the grass is slowly turning green, and migratory birds are returning to the north...... It's like a toddler learning to speak.

This is Miss Mingqi's homework every morning, and she has persisted for more than ten years, allowing her to do some simple communication with others.

Mingwei didn't know how to behave, so she was silent.

Mrs. Ming San touched her hair and sighed silently.

At this time, Mama Tong brought someone into the house.

"Madam, Mrs. Liu is here."

Mingwei looked up.

It was a woman of thirty or forty years old, very capable, with very good materials for her clothes, but ordinary stitches, and at first glance she looked like she had come from outside, not a servant of the house.

With a courteous smile on her lips, she stepped forward and saluted: "I have seen Madame and Miss." ”

Mrs. Ming nodded with a smile and called Duofu: "Accompany the young lady to the garden, don't get too close to the water." ”

Duofu agreed and led Mingwei out.

When he staggered past Mrs. Liu, Mingwei smelled a faint smell of smoke. Her eyes drooped, and sure enough, she saw that her left fingernail was slightly yellow.

It's a smoky trail.

There are very few women who smoke in the countryside, and they generally have a special status.

For example, the goddess.

The poetry of the Ming family is heirloom, and these things have always been respectful. What's more, the third lady of Ming is a surviving person, and she is even more cautious in her actions on weekdays, why would she invite a goddess to her home?

"Miss, go this way." Duofu's voice pulled back Mingwei's mind.

They stood at the intersection of the two roads, and Dover led her to the left.

Mingwei turned obediently, but her gaze turned to the right.

The road leads to the lake.

Oh yes, a few days ago at dusk, Miss Ming Qi was by the lake, hell.