Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Bright Moon Comes One by One, Wandering in Songs (3)
Tuan Tuan's low-ranking disciples consciously gave way to two passages for two men in different directions to walk.
Both men wore black silk clothes, which were the same as those worn by Mrs. Wen, except for the difference in styles between men and women.
Among them, the man who looked to be in his thirties came to the door of the small courtyard of the Langxu Pavilion through the passage, and bowed to the bright moon in the courtyard through the courtyard: "Ming Zhan meets the head of the family." β
Another man who was older, probably in his fifties, first asked for Mrs. Wen from the hands of the guard disciples, and then came over to salute side by side with Ming Zhan and said, "Ming Jian greets the head of the family." β
Mingyue jumped to the lintel of the courtyard and looked at the two of them condescendingly.
"Father and little uncle are both elders of Mingyue, so there is no need to salute. - Please get up. β
Mingyue did not wear a coat, revealing lotus roots and fragrant shoulders, and in a high place, Xi Xi breeze blew her skirt, and a pair of slender legs loomed under the flying skirt.
But none of the children outside the door dared to be obscene to this Xiangyan, and they all knelt outside the courtyard with their heads bowed neatly, including the children of the entourage brought by Ming Zhan and the children of the guards brought by Ming Jian.
"Master Xie. β
"Master Xie. β
The two brothers Ming Jian and Ming Zhan thanked each other and stood up.
The older Ming Jian smoothed out the waist-length immortal beard that had become frizzy due to the hurry, and then asked, "How can you say that Madame, she is also the mother of the head of the family, why punish her?"
"If the father does not want to leave his mother, he can choose to be grounded with his mother. Mingyue didn't do anything in advance, but she didn't plan to let Mrs. Wen go.
"Think beautiful!" Mrs. Wen heard that Mingyue was going to grounding her husband together, and strode in front of her husband: "You little hoof, stinky and shameless, whoever you want to punish will be punished?"
Mrs. Wen was full of anger, and when she stepped forward to block it, she almost knocked Ming Jian to a stumbling block.
Ming Jian frowned, took a step back, and pushed Mrs. Wen forward again. He rubbed his hands, put the immortal beard that was scattered by Mrs. Wen back together, combed it neatly and hung it on his chest, then stretched his brows, and said to Mrs. Wen: "You are also old, and your words and deeds should always be more steady." β
"When is it, you still feel sorry for your broken beard!" Mrs. Wen turned around and grabbed Ming Jian's waist-length beard, "Look at me stripping off this obstructive thing!"
"Ahh......h Tap ...... It's not easy to grow a beard when you're old, so be merciful......"
Mrs. Wen knew Ming Jian's habit of growing beards, so she reluctantly let go, turned to Mingyue on the lintel and said: "You are the head of the family, and the punishment of the head of the family, Mrs. Ben will naturally admit it." But you have to know that Mrs. Ben is never the head of the house who scolds!
Mrs. Wen has always spoken ugly, and Mingyue never bothered with her, but Mingzhan stood up.
"Sister-in-law, Ah Ran is your daughter now, even if you don't want to recognize her, it is not too much to read her face as the head of the family, and consider your words!"
"Are you embarrassed to come here? If it weren't for your sister-in-law, I would love to scold you together!" Even in the face of her brother-in-law, Mrs. Wen did not restrain half a point.
"Sister-in-law, what do you mean by that? I ...... with Ah Ran."
"Enough!" Seeing that Ming Zhan was about to mention the past in public, Mingyue interrupted in time: "It's not a big deal, let you make such a fuss, I can't wait to stab the sky!"
Mingyue jumped off the lintel, put her hands inward, and no one closed the courtyard door, making a "bang!" sound.
"Everyone dispersed on their own, and Mrs. Wen went to the ancestral hall to ground herself after the ceremony!" Mingyue's voice reached everyone's ears through the closed door.
After eating the closed door, and Mrs. Wen admitting punishment, Ming Jian took her and Yizhong to leave.
Seeing this, Mingyue's henchmen and disciples dispersed, and each returned to his position.
Ming Zhan's entourage disciples also left Ming Zhan behind and retreated to a position far away from the small courtyard of the Langxu Pavilion to wait.
In front of the small courtyard of the Langxu Pavilion, only a lonely figure of Ming Zhan remained.
Ming Zhan stepped lightly on the stairs and patted the door knocker of the beast's head: "Ah Ran...... I...... Can I go in?"
There was silence inside the door.
"Ah Ran, I know you're still here, it's been three years, can you see me?"
There was still silence inside the door.
"Ah Ran...... I...... AlasβSister-in-law Xue will also go today, and if you want to see her, the evening festival is an opportunity......"
After that, Ming Zhan didn't expect a response from inside the door, and turned to leave.
Outside the door returned to calm, Mingyue returned from the courtyard to the Lane Pavilion Pavilion, picked up the wine gourd in the hall, and flew to the top of the pavilion.
The two or three things of the Ming family happened to fall into the corner outside the small courtyard, in the eyes of Chiba and the little monk, of course, including Ah Lu.
A few people were not eavesdropping, but the soul servants sent by Mingyue to guide them here, after bringing them here, they suddenly disappeared out of thin air after a fierce flash.
Ah Lu explained that only when the master's mind is extremely unstable will he lose control of the soul servant.
It just so happened that at this time, Ming Zhan and Ming Jian brought people separately and attracted the attention of the three of them.
After the farce ended, Chiba urged Ah Lu with no interest: "Have you seen enough?
"Don't you think the Ming family is ridiculous?" Ah Lu asked rhetorically.
Through Mingyue and Mrs. Wen's name for Ah Lu, Chiba could be sure that Ah Lu must be a member of the Ming family, so he felt inexplicable about Ah Lu's question: "I'm not interested in your Ming family, especially your strange generation. β
"I'm not a member of the Ming family, not three years ago. A layer of mist was attached to Ah Lu's eyes, as if he remembered the past.
"Whether you are or not has nothing to do with me, and I will not interfere in the affairs of the Ming family. You don't have to worry, my words count, and I will leave after Zhongyuan, and I will never entangle the Ming family again. Chiba expressed his position almost ruthlessly.
Ah Lu put aside the past, looked at Chiba and looked at the half-edged little monk, and saw that the two of them had their own thoughts, and their minds were not on the affairs of the Ming family, so they had to say: "That's it, I can't force it." β
No longer mentioning the various things of the Ming family, Ah Lu acted as a soul servant and led the two into their respective rooms. After that, he returned to his long-lost room to prepare for the third year of the festival of the head of the family at night.
Near night, Chiba was consolidating and refining the demonic breath in her body when a soul servant's yin qi entered the door and interrupted her.
The phantom of the soul servant flashed outside the door and window, and all that entered the room was a letterhead tainted with the soul servant's yin qi.
Chiba opened the envelope, and it was an invitation from Mingyue, inviting her to participate in the evening ceremony.
During the day, the relationship between Chiba and Mingyue is not pleasant, but the mutually beneficial transaction barely maintains the relationship between the two parties. The ceremony is also a family banquet, presumably Mingyue only symbolically invited it out of etiquette to the guests.
Chiba was going to refuse the invitation, but after thinking about it, the priest had a lot of mouths, and maybe he could take the opportunity to inquire about the five phases of the underworld, so he gladly went to the invitation.