Riding the Pheonix Chapter 1: Send the soul

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

It was still early spring, the night was still very cold, and the strong charcoal fire in the room forced her to break out into thin sweat.

She raised her arm to rest on her forehead and let out a soft hum, and immediately someone jumped up.

"Miss? Do you want to get up at night? Or drink water?"

Mingwei raised his heavy eyelids and looked at this girl under the dim night light.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, in the prime of youth, he had dark spots covering half of his face, making him look extremely ugly.

Logically speaking, the first thing a maid from a wealthy family should have is her good appearance. It would be strange for such an ugly girl to serve closely beside a young lady.

There is another reason for this.

The Tianxing Formation was activated, sending her to seventy years ago. At this time, the world was not in chaos, and the various tribes of Beihu were still herding sheep in Mobei. The two dynasties of Qi and Chu ruled across the river and lived in peace and harmony.

Compared to her previous era, it can be said to be a peaceful and prosperous era.

Ming Wei's current identity is the seventh lady of the Ming family, a prominent family in Dongning.

My father died when I was young, my mother is a widow, and I have only one daughter.

She was born with a weak mind.

Miss Ming Qi’s mother, Mrs. Ming San, worked very hard for her daughter. She chose a girl with extremely prosperous horoscopes and stayed with her, so this ugly girl was blessed.

Ming Wei pointed at his throat.

Duofu realized this, poured warm water and helped her get up.

After serving her a drink of water, Duofu whispered: "It's just now that the ugly is over, and the young lady is recovering from her illness. Go on to sleep."

Jian Mingwei stared blankly at the corner of the big bed, his gaze motionless, as if coaxing a child: "Miss, don't be afraid, Duofu is here, all the mountain spirits and ghosts, run away!"

Seeing her eyes closing and her breathing gradually becoming steady, Duofu went back to lie down with peace of mind.

After a while, he fell asleep.

These days, Mingwei is sick and everyone is suffering a lot. Duofu has not had a good night's sleep in many days.

Amidst 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 field of vision, there was a group of gray shadows, shivering.

As if feeling her gaze, the gray shadow raised its head, revealing a face exactly like this body, with dull eyes mixed with fear.

She is the real Miss Mingqi.

When Mingwei came, she happened to be frightened and died. Her soul had already left her body, leaving only an empty shell of her body for her soul.

She opened her mouth and said softly: "Don't be afraid. When I recover, I will send you to reincarnation."

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

A small barrier appeared in front of Miss Mingqi. The wonderful power soothed her, and Miss Mingqi slowly stopped trembling and became quiet.

The little mana that Ming Wei finally gathered was just consumed.

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

It takes too much energy to possess someone. She has spent most of these days in a coma.

When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

Duofu stayed by the bed, threading needles, and his ten fingers were surprisingly flexible.

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

Ming Ming slightly hummed.

The people outside heard the noise and opened the curtain and came in: "How did you sleep, Miss? Does your head still hurt?"

Seeing Ming slightly shaking his head, the nun ordered the maids to come in and wash themselves.

Not long after, Mingwei was cleaned and refreshed and sat at the table to have breakfast.

Duofu also took a pair of bowls and chopsticks, sat next to her, and helped her pick up food and wipe her mouth at any time, taking great care of her.

Mingwei entered this body for a few days and was cared for like this.

Everyone spoke softly to her, treating her like a precious and fragile porcelain doll.

She has traveled around the world with her master since she was a child. She knows that giving birth to an idiot is a dishonorable thing no matter where she is.

If it were a civilian farm, the better ones would be kept like pigs and dogs, while the worse ones would have no one to take care of them, and no one would take them seriously if they lost their lives. High-ranking families are even more afraid to avoid him, or they are locked in a deep courtyard, or sent away, not daring to let outsiders know.

No one is like Miss Mingqi, who takes good care of everything and makes her look beautiful. She doesn't look like an idiot at all.

The reason for all this is Miss Mingqi’s mother, Mrs. Mingsan.

Thinking of Mrs. Mingsan, she looked outside twice.

The nanny who was looking after her immediately paid attention and said with a smile: "Madam is busy and will be back soon."

Mingwei said oh and continued to eat.

She ate very slowly, her movements uncoordinated because she had just transferred her soul.

Duofu and Nanny Tong were very happy.

After the entire meal, she didn’t drop a grain of rice porridge, so Duofu was completely useless.

Just after putting away the dishes, Mrs. Mingsan came back.

She is a bright and dignified beauty. She is already in her thirties. Not only does her charm not appear to be compromised, but she actually has a soft and charming charm. Because she was a widow, her clothes were very plain and she only had a gold hairpin with a cloud and phoenix pattern on her head, but her posture and grace were unforgettable.

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

Seeing her daughter, Mrs. Mingsan's mouth curved with a smile: "Has Xiaoqi finished eating? Do you like today's dishes?"

Mingwei nodded.

Mrs. Mingsan’s smile became gentler.

She started chatting with her daughter ~IndoMTL.com~ and talked about common things, such as spring coming, the weather getting warmer, the grass slowly turning green, migratory birds returning north... just like a child learning a language.

This is Miss Mingqi’s homework every morning. She has persisted in it for more than ten years, allowing her to do some simple communication with others.

Mingwei didn't know how to behave, so he simply remained silent.

Mrs. Mingsan touched her hair and sighed silently.

At this time, Mother Tong led someone into the house.

"Madam, Madam Liu is here."

Mingwei looked up.

The person who came was a woman in her thirties or forties. She looked very capable. Her clothes were made of good materials but the stitching was ordinary. At first glance, she was from outside and not a servant at home.

With an attentive smile on her lips, she stepped forward and saluted: "I have met Madam, Miss."

Mrs. Mingsan nodded with a smile and called Duofu: "Accompany the lady for a walk in the garden, and don't get too close to the water."

Duofu agreed and led Mingwei out.

When he passed by Mrs. Liu, Mingwei smelled a faint smell of smoke. Looking down, he saw that the nails on her left hand were slightly yellow.

This is the trace of smoke.

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

For example, the goddess.

The Ming family's poetry and etiquette have always been kept at a distance from these things. What's more, Mrs. Mingsan is a widow and is even more cautious in her daily behavior. Why would she invite a goddess to her home?

"Miss, come this way." Duofu's voice brought Mingwei back to her mind.

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

Mingwei turned the corner obediently, but turned his gaze to the right.

The road leads to the lake.

Oh, by the way, at dusk a few days ago, Miss Mingqi was at the lake. What a ghost.