Chapter 12: The fragrant neck and cheeks are flushed and red
Ming Yueyi's hand hovered over the clear water, looking at the bride's paper-cut waving her limbs in panic: "What are you?"
Seeing that she had no intention of going any further, the bride-paper-cutting lady quickly held her and climbed up, and her knife-carved brows finally relaxed.
After calming down, it spoke: "My name is Shang'er, the eldest daughter of the Ming family. The man who just spoke to you is my father."
"So you are the bride." Ming Yueyi picked her up again and turned to sit on the rattan chair. "Tell me, why do you want to bring disaster to the people of Yun Town?"
Shang'er hugged her tightly and said in a soft voice, "You are wronged, Daojun. It's not me. You can see that I am just a little paper figurine now. I am afraid of water. How could I have the ability to harm the people of Yun Town?"
Mingyueyi remained expressionless and did not believe her.
Seeing this, Shang'er said, "There's someone else who harmed Yunzhen."
Ming Yueyi fiddled with her restless facial features: "Who is it?"
Shang'er followed her hand, climbed onto her shoulder and sat down before she slowly spoke: "My brother, Mingyi."
Mingyueyi leaned back in the rattan chair. "Hmm? Continue."
Shang'er said, "I was originally a paper figurine cut out by Miss Ming, the concubine of the Ming Mansion. She cut me out when she was bored. After she cut me out, she dotted my eyes with her blood, and I became spiritual. Miss Ming later fell into a lotus pond and died. I then possessed her body and borrowed her identity to become a human."
"You are a spirit, why do you want to be a human?"
Shang'er was just speaking when she heard the woman ask this. She curled her lips and said, "What's wrong with being a human? It's so lively. Being a demon is bad. It's so cold and icy."
Although Mingyueyi couldn't understand why a demon wanted to be a human, he didn't ask any more questions and let her continue.
Shang'er continued, "Miss Ming died young, so I borrowed her identity and became a concubine of the Ming family. I have a half-brother, five years younger than me. He's the only son of the Ming family head, so he dotes on me. My aunt and I lived in poverty, so I wanted to please this brother, and I treated him very well. But who would have thought he was mentally ill? He inexplicably wanted me to marry him after his death, and he even turned Yunzhen into this state."
She couldn't understand it. Although she had taken over Miss Ming's identity, she had always treated her brother well. In the end, this bastard died of illness and wanted to drag her to be buried with him.
Ming Yueyi tilted his head, his eyes fell on her, and he said thoughtfully: "Half-sisters?"
Shang'er shook her head: "No, Miss Ming is not Mr. Ming's biological daughter. Instead, Auntie adopted her brother's orphan to win his favor. Mr. Ming never knew about it, so naturally she has half father and half mother."
Ming Yueyi had no interest in this relationship. After briefly understanding the truth, she raised her eyebrows and said, "So you saw me on the way to get married and pulled me into the sedan chair?"
Shang'er's simple features paused, then a slightly flattering smile appeared on her face. "I saw that the female Taoist master has an extraordinary demeanor and must have a very high level of cultivation. I want you to accept Ming Yi as your disciple."
Ming Yueyi chuckled: "How can you be sure it's Ming Yi? Isn't he a human?"
Shang'er explained: "Of course he was a human when he was alive, but when he died, the head of the Ming family did not use anything to protect his body, resulting in him being neither human nor ghost, neither demon nor monster now."
"Anyway." She hugged a strand of Mingyueyi's black hair that fell on her shoulders and said pitifully, "Lady Daoist, you must save us from this dire situation. I am a good spirit and have never harmed anyone."
Ming Yueyi took her off her hair and said regretfully, "This may not be able to help you. I don't have any spiritual power in my body right now."
Shang'er didn't care much, and gritted her teeth a bit: "It's okay, I know what happened. These people have disordered memories, and the Taoist has lost all his spiritual power. It must be because of the treasure in Mingyi's body."
Hearing the word "treasure", Mingyueyi's eyelids lifted slightly, and then returned to normal.
"How do you say this?"
Shang'er continued her speculation, "He's controlled the memories of everyone in Yun Town, causing the Ming family head to mistake you for me and your junior brother for Ming Yi. His memories are stuck at a time a few years ago, before Ming Yi became ill. I think as long as we find Ming Yi, everything will return to normal."
Not knowing whether Shang'er's words were true or false, Mingyueyi frowned and thought deeply.
After a moment, she nodded to the pitiful paper figurine on her lap and said, "I'll try my best."
Shang'er's eyes suddenly lit up, and she uttered words of praise: "The female Taoist is indeed a person of great compassion and mercy. Having you is truly a blessing for me and everyone in Yun Town."
Ming Yueyi listened to the whispers, took off her earrings, lifted her body and wrapped it around them, "You stay in the magic weapon for now."
"Okay." Shang'er agreed obediently and reminded her, "By the way, Daojun, Mingyi is very petty. You can't let him find out that you have recovered your memory. You must continue to act out what was supposed to happen back then."
"Yes." Following Shang'er's instructions, Mingyueyi put the earrings into the mustard seed bag around her waist.
Mingyi, a magical weapon that can tamper with memory.
Mingyueyi tapped her fingers lightly on the rattan chair, pondering the memories in her mind.
However, her first life happened too long ago, and it was difficult for her to recall what happened exactly. She only vaguely remembered that her mind seemed to be affected by a magical weapon activated by someone, and she was also a concubine of the Ming family. He Wujiu also had his heart stolen by a fox here.
Later, it was only thanks to He Wujiu that she recovered her memory.
The magic weapon here is the vajra, the life-saving magic weapon left behind by Ananda Buddha when he passed away hundreds of years ago. After He Wujiu lost all his cultivation, he relied on the vajra to slap people in the face.
It would be great if Vajra could recognize her as its master.
Mingyueyi held his chin in his hand and thought deeply.
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Because Ming Family Master had placed Ming Yueyi under house arrest, she had been staying in her room since she woke up, not knowing when Pu Yuemin would come.
Until dusk fell, there was a very light knock on the door, and the boy's voice was clear, cold and soft.
"Senior Sister, can I come in?"
Mingyueyi came back to his senses from his thoughts, his dark eyes looked towards the door, his voice a little hoarse as he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.
"Can."
After getting her response, the boy slowly opened the door.
The sky outside the door was dark, and the evening spring breeze brought a fragrance that covered the entire boudoir. The young man was wearing a red robe, and his figure was as slender as a red plum standing proudly on the snow in winter.
His eyes fell straight on her, and he saw her rubbing her shoulders and walking inside.
"Daojun! Daojun."
Seeing the young man approaching step by step, Shang'er, who had just formed a temporary spiritual contract with Mingyueyi, suddenly started calling her in order to speak without being heard.
"Don't talk yet, my junior brother is also a cultivator."
Ming Yueyi replied calmly in the spirit palace, looking at the young man puzzledly and asked him: "It's so late, what are you doing here?"
The young man sat beside her, his face gentle and warm as he said, "I told my senior sister before I left that I would come later."
It seems that someone said something like this.
Mingyueyi remembered it, and coincidentally, Shang'er's voice came into his consciousness.
"Daojun, it's only right for him to come now. He is now Mingyi. When I was under house arrest, I secretly sent someone to tell him to come. I didn't expect that your junior brother would come too."
Yeah?
Ming Yueyi looked at the young man in front of him, "You know Ming Mansion..."
Just as he was about to say half of the words, Shang'er in his consciousness let out a strange scream.
"Daojun! Daojun! Don't tell him!"
After she reminded him like this, Mingyueyi stopped talking immediately and stared at the young man in front of him with a strange expression.
Pu Yuemin noticed that she suddenly pursed her lips and stopped talking in deep thought, so he asked her in confusion, "Hmm? What are you going to say, Senior Sister?"
Ming Yueyi shook his head: "Nothing, I just want to ask, I think I saw the eldest brother before Bai Ri passed out in the tomb."
Upon hearing this, Pu Yuemin lowered his long eyelashes slightly, casting a long, dark shadow. He said calmly, "Big Brother is also in the Ming Mansion, but he seems to have forgotten us and mistook us for Ming siblings."
It's normal that He Wujiu couldn't remember. A few years ago, she was doing tasks outside to earn spirit stones. She accidentally entered a small illusion and almost couldn't get out for a long time. In the end, she was found and rescued by He Wujiu.
According to his current memory, he should have just come down the mountain to look for her.
Mingyueyi knew it all, but she looked at Puyuemin in surprise: "How could this be?"
Perhaps because the surprise on her face was too much, the boy's eyes suddenly fell on her face.
Ming Yueyi looked at him without changing her expression: "What's wrong?"
Pu Yuemin chuckled for no reason and shook his head, saying, "I don't know either. That's why I came to see Senior Sister tonight."
Ming Yueyi's long, curved eyebrows drooped slightly, and she drew her eyelashes together in thought. Then she raised her eyes and looked at him and said, "Since we can't find the cause for the time being, you and I will pretend to be the Ming siblings and find a way to restore the eldest brother's memory. Anyone who can tamper with memories must be a demon above the third level. Maybe it's the great demon that Master wants us to find. Let's not alert the enemy yet."
She blamed the abnormality on the big demon and covered up Shang'er's existence.
Pu Yuemin smiled faintly: "Senior Sister, what you said is consistent with what I thought."
The two discussed what to do next in the room. After reaching a consensus, Mingyueyi looked at the scenery outside the window.
It was completely dark, and the room was so dark that only the outlines of the two people could be vaguely seen.
Ming Yueyi felt a little sleepy, so she said to him, "It's getting late, Junior Brother, go back and rest early."
But he sat there without moving, still looking at her, and the look in his eyes was very strange.
Ming Yueyi asked him puzzledly, "Junior brother, is there anything else?"
In the darkness, the boy seemed to be leaning towards her, and a strand of cold, soft black hair brushed across the back of her hand on her knees, arousing an indescribable itch.
"Senior Sister."
His sleepy, soft voice echoed from the darkness: "In the inn during the day, you said you wanted to try the incense, but you haven't tried it yet. I brought the incense with me. Do you want to try it?"
Ming Yueyi couldn't help but remove her hand, leaning to one side, and said, "No need to try it, I like it very much. Just give me the box of perfume, and I will use it myself later."
He asked, “When is the next one?”
It's just using incense, she won't run away.
Ming Yueyi patiently replied, "Tomorrow."
After saying that, he remembered that he was still under house arrest, and said, "Wait until my house arrest is over before using it."
"Hmm...Okay." He placed the perfume box inlaid with spirit stones on the back of her hand, his fingertips carelessly brushing against her skin. His warm tone seemed to contain an inexplicable smile, "I'll wait for Senior Sister to use the perfume."
Ming Yueyi shuddered subconsciously for a moment, then immediately grasped the palm-sized ointment box: "Okay."
Pu Yuemin stood up and did not go out. Instead, he walked slowly towards the lamp holder in his long robe, and lit the candles in the room for her one by one.
The faint candlelight fell on his long black hair, and the fingers that lit the candle were pale and bloodless.
Ming Yueyi looked at him and felt that he looked more and more eerie.
After lighting the lamp, Pu Yuemin turned to her and said, "Senior Sister, your cultivation is gone. Go get some rest. I'll be leaving first."
Ming Yueyi was about to nod when Shang'er in his spiritual consciousness suddenly spoke: "Master Dao, don't let him go yet. First, test whether he is Ming Yi."
Mingyueyi did not know Mingyi, nor was he very familiar with Puyuemin, so he did not know how to estimate it.
Shang'er said, "I know Mingyi. He has a snake head birthmark on his waist. Daojun, please find an opportunity to see his waist. If it is really Mingyi, you can take him in now."
Mingyueyi responded to Shang'er and said "wait a minute", while her eyes fell on the boy's waist.
Pu Yuemin followed her gaze with a puzzled look on his face, his black eyelashes drooping, and his long, dense crow feathers trembled as he looked at her waist.
After several breaths, he couldn't help but ask, "What happened to Senior Sister?"
It doesn't seem good to stare at people's waists all the time.
Mingyue Yi turned her eyes away: "Nothing, it's just that you mentioned the ointment just now, and it suddenly occurred to me that everyone's skin will emit a different fragrance when perfume is applied to the body, so I'm a little curious."
After she finished speaking, she saw that Pu Yuemin's face was even more confused.
In fact, Mingyueyi didn't know what she was saying. Although she couldn't believe all of Shang'er's words, she was now imprisoned. If the person in front of her was really Mingyi, she might not live to find the magic weapon and would die here.
Ming Yueyi said directly: "I want to try the fragrance on you."
He was surprised: "Try the fragrance on me?"
Mingyueyi nodded and locked eyes with him: "Yeah."
The boy readily agreed: "Okay."
Seeing that he agreed, Mingyueyi's heart sank.
Pu Yuemin entered Yun Town with her and only mentioned that he wanted to give her the ointment in the inn. If this person was Mingyi, he would only know the ending but not the cause.
She had already smelled his fragrance before the two of them even arrived in Luoyun Town, so saying she wanted to try it now was just a test.
He was not surprised at all, but agreed.
Ming Yueyi only felt that the junior brother in front of him, who seemed pure and harmless, had a 50% chance of being Ming Yi.
But she was very calm.
Under the candlelight, the young man in red clothes walked towards her, knelt down in front of her, raised his fair and beautiful face and asked her, "Where do you want to try it, Senior Sister?"
Ming Yueyi's eyes shifted away from his cold, thin lips, and after some serious thought, she answered, "Try it on the side of the neck first."
He did not shy away, but tilted his head to the side and lifted his long hair that had fallen to his shoulders, revealing his ear, which was so white that bloodshot could be seen, to her.
Ming Yueyi picked up the ointment and opened the lid. He originally wanted to find something to pick up the white ointment and spread it evenly on his ears, but when he looked around, he couldn't find even a suitable stick.
He wasn't so particular, and she couldn't take down the golden hooks that hung the bed curtains.
After turning his thoughts around in his head for a few breaths, Mingyueyi picked up the sticky milky white ointment with his index finger and lightly tapped it on the skin next to his ear, which was perfect for trying fragrance.
Maybe he was too sensitive, or maybe he couldn't adapt to the cold temperature of the cream, but a slight groan escaped his throat, and then the thin and fragile back of his neck turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ming Yueyi saw him squatting in front of her with his head bowed, his body trembling slightly. She couldn't help but raise her fingertips and asked, "Are you okay?"
The boy didn't speak, but the response came softly.
"Um……"
The hoarse voice seemed to come out of the throat.
In a corner where she couldn't see, one or two crystal tears hung on his black eyelashes, his cheeks were flushed and red, and he seemed to be so comfortable that he was about to lose consciousness.
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