Chapter 33 Ambiguous Ascension

The lantern in front of the courtyard door emitted a yellowish and warm light, which made Sheng Hong and Ming Lan feel particularly at ease.

Sheng Hong and Ming Lan returned to Ming Xi's room. Ming Xi had already washed up and lay on the bed. Sheng Hong and Ming Lan saw this picture: under the soft and dim candlelight, a woman with long hair as smooth as a waterfall, her hair was not deliberately tied up, and it was casually scattered on her shoulders, like the softest ink-colored satin in the night. She half leaned on the bed, her posture was lazy and elegant, as if time had slowed down at this moment.

The book in her hand rests gently against her chest. As she occasionally turns the pages, the faint scent of ink and the candlelight interweave to create a quiet and charming atmosphere. Her face is even more beautiful and refined under the candlelight, and her eyes are full of infinite yearning and intoxication for the world in the book, as if the mysteries of the entire universe are condensed between her gently opening lips. At this moment, she is not only a spirit of the night, but also the embodiment of knowledge and beauty, making people involuntarily indulge in this peaceful and beautiful picture.

But it was obvious that the young Minglan didn't have such self-cultivation. She just rushed up to hug Mingxi and acted coquettishly, "Mother, you look like a beauty in a painting today!"

After complimenting her, Minglan had no intention of stopping. She hugged Mingxi's arm and wanted to continue talking about the interesting things at the banquet today. Sheng Hong refused to give her a chance to speak. He had just walked back and had a general understanding of his little daughter's language talent. He spoke nonstop as soon as he opened his mouth.

Sheng Hong went forward and picked up Minglan, "Ming'er should rest, Daddy will take you back to rest."

Minglan struggled, "Dad, I'm not sleepy yet, I want to talk to my mother for a while."

Sheng Hong didn't let go, "Your mother also needs to rest, she is still recovering from her illness, don't disturb her!"

Minglan twisted her body back and forth, and stretched her head to look at Mingxi, who smiled and was seen by Minglan, "Dad, my mother won't rest at this time, she still wants to tell me stories, and read books..."

Mingxi couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, Sheng Hong had already taken Minglan away without saying anything. After a while, Sheng Hong came back, "Send Ming'er back to the house, I see that the furnishings in Ming'er's room are very simple, I will buy her some more things later."

"Ming'er's room was previously occupied by Zhuli. When Zhuli was injured, she had to go back and forth to change medicine and boil medicine. For convenience, I cleaned Ming'er's room so that I could take care of Zhuli. A few days ago, Zhuli was able to move around on her own, so she moved back to the room with the parrot. Ming'er's things were packed up. Thinking that we would move to Tokyo after the spring, I didn't take them out. Anyway, they were not needed now."

Sheng Hong understood. But she still insisted, "There are still some things missing for tomorrow. Our daughter will be a girl tomorrow, and she needs to prepare dowry from a young age. I will ask Dongrong to see if there are any good things suitable for my little daughter in the warehouse tomorrow, and bring them to her."

Mingxi did not refuse, and looked at Sheng Hong with a smile, "She is very happy with whatever the master gives her, and she treasures it very much." Sheng Hong was also happy to hear that, and said that he would give Minglan more things to make her happy.

After talking about Minglan, the two of them were a little silent. Sheng Hong swallowed his saliva, remembered something and said, "Today is the Little New Year. The mansion invited a Taoist to chant sutras. The Taoist called himself Xuanmiao Taoist and came from Xuanmiao Pass in Suzhou. He didn't leave after chanting the sutras. He pointed to the northeast corner of our mansion and said that there lived a person with great luck."

Mingxi was secretly surprised. Isn't her courtyard right in the northeast corner? Who is the person with great luck? Is it referring to herself who traveled through time? Or Minglan, the heroine? No matter who it is, this Taoist is a real person with real skills. He has long said that the person who is suitable for the physique of our Chinese baby must be a Taoist real person. He is really accurate!

But it was not easy to tell Sheng Hong about this, so Mingxi had to change the subject with a joke, "My lord, do you think that I might be the lucky one, so you came to see me? And you said you missed me?" Mingxi got really angry as she spoke. Sheng Hong might have come to see her because he thought that she might be the lucky one, and he pretended to be so affectionate. She even played along for so long!

Sheng Hong waved his hands and explained in a panic, "That's not the case. I just wanted to see you. Many times I came to your gate and wanted to come in but hesitated. It was the words of the Taoist priest that gave me a reason, so I knocked on the door. The Taoist priest's words can't be believed. No matter who is the lucky one between you and Minglan, you are both my women and daughters. Whether you are or not, I will treat you well."

Mingxi felt that he was right . "What if the person with great luck is not Minglan and me, but someone else in this courtyard?"

Sheng Hong obviously had not thought about this question, "That's impossible. You and Ming'er are the only masters in this courtyard. If someone else has great luck, how could he become a servant?"

After Sheng Hong finished speaking, he thought about it again and felt that it was not necessarily the case. Some people are late bloomers and may not have had any opportunities when they were young, but who can predict what will happen in the future? Sheng Hong said carefully, "Do you have the indentures of the maids and servants in your courtyard?"

Mingxi shook her head, "Only Xiaotao and later Lemon and Chengzi have their indentures with me, and the indentures of others are not with me." Sheng Hong thought for a while, "Tomorrow I will order someone to hand over their indentures to you, and you will be the one to control them. No matter if they are good or not, our Sheng family will not treat them badly!"

Mingxi felt that this method was safe and nodded. Although she was sure that the person with great luck must be before her and Minglan, it would be great for her to get everyone's indentures without any effort.

At this point, they had finished talking about everything they needed to talk about. Sheng Hong stared at Mingxi's lips, his breathing became heavier, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, and his eyes gradually became blurred. Mingxi noticed the change in Sheng Hong and said quickly, "Master, there is hot water in the kitchen." Mingxi lowered her head in shame. Sheng Hong thought for a moment and asked someone to bring water and quickly washed himself.

After washing, Sheng Hong came back and saw Mingxi reading a book with great interest. He walked forward and his shadow blocked the candlelight. Mingxi raised her head, "What are you reading?" Sheng Hong asked Mingxi.

Mingxi quickly hid the book, "Nothing, just reading it casually."

Originally, Sheng Hong asked casually, but seeing Mingxi's reaction so big, it aroused his curiosity. He put his arms around Mingxi and took the book from her hands behind her back, "Two or three things about the poor scholar and the rich lady?" Sheng Hong read the title of the book softly.

Mingxi held her forehead and said, "My Lord, these are just some miscellaneous books, suitable for girls, not suitable for formal occasions. Please give them back to me!"

As she said this, she wanted to reach out to grab them. Sheng Hong dodged and quickly turned a page. The description... I can only say that both the young lady and the scholar are quite open... This is actually a book not suitable for children. Sheng Hong looked at Mingxi in shock. Mingxi felt ashamed to see people. She covered her face and lowered her head like a little quail.

Sheng Hong's voice was hoarse, "What do you mean?"