Chapter 15 Tang Chi has been watching her from the dark corner
A faint ray of light broke through the horizon, and white clouds were rising.
Today's weather is much better than yesterday's.
Mingyueyi now has no spiritual power in her body, so she cannot mobilize the magic weapon to kill the snake, nor can she check whether there is really any dirty creature following her.
When she got up early in the morning, she rang the bell to call the servants outside.
The servant walked in quietly and saw the girl sitting in front of the dressing table with simple makeup and hair. Her thin shoulders could be vaguely seen under the wide-sleeved sky-blue satin skirt. Even her hair seemed to be bathed in the morning light, revealing an ethereal and cold look.
For some reason, the young lady was even more beautiful than before.
The servant took a look and lowered his head hurriedly when Mingyueyi turned around.
Ming Yueyi ignored Shang'er's attempts to stop him and looked at the servant who had come in. His naturally soft tone was almost indifferent: "Tell Master Ming that I've already made a mistake."
Because of what happened last night, she wanted to meet He Wujiu and ask him for a magical weapon that could keep monsters away.
But Shang'er kept shouting, "No, Daojun, I remember that I was confined for several months. If you go out, what if Mingyi finds out something is wrong?"
Mingyueyi pretended not to hear and placed one hand on the storage bag at his waist.
After the servant went to report, she loosened her grip, and the paper bride suddenly emerged from inside, stuck to the bronze mirror, and looked at her with tears in her eyes.
"Daojun, you can't go out."
Ming Yueyi asked, "If I don't go out, can you help me prevent the monster from getting close to me?"
Shang'er's expression was dull for a moment. Ever since the magic weapon started to work, her magic had been suppressed. Not to mention preventing the monsters from getting close to her, she couldn't even sense the demonic energy of the same kind.
For example, when Daojun woke up last night, her body was covered with marks from tails. A demon had taken her away and sent her back. Not only could she not see those marks, she also did not feel that Daojun had been taken away and sent back by another demon.
"Look, you can't." Ming Yueyi's face was gentle, and his fingertips touched her furrowed brows. "Wait until I see my senior brother and prevent the monster from getting close, then I will find a way to continue the confinement. We should be quick, so he won't be able to find out."
This seems to be okay, as long as I can stay at home for a few months.
Shang'er hugged her fingers and nodded with tears in her eyes: "Okay, Daojun, I believe you."
"Um."
In an instant, the woman's beautiful eyebrows curled up into crescents, and the corners of her lips lifted up, revealing her sharp snow-white fangs. She looked less mature and cold, and more naturally playful.
Shang'er showed surprise on her face, and then she was torn off the bronze mirror alive and stuck on the agate earrings again.
"Try not to take off the earrings, otherwise if my senior brother sees you, he will take you away."
As Mingyueyi's smiling voice sounded, she was ruthlessly put into the storage bag.
The servant who was sent out came back after a long time.
The head of the Ming family has been busy with matters outside the mansion recently and has no time to supervise her. Upon hearing that she admitted her mistake, he impatiently sent his servants to report.
She was still under house arrest, but she had gone from being confined to her room to being able to walk freely in the mansion.
"It seems there's no point in admitting my mistake. As far as Daddy can remember, I should remain grounded until a few months later."
Shang'er heard the servant's report in the storage bag and laughed triumphantly, with a hint of demonic nature in her tone, but was quickly slapped down by Mingyueyi.
Her eyes instantly cleared, her hands clasped the edge of the storage bag, and she pouted pitifully: "Daojun, why are you patting my head again?"
Ming Yueyi pushed her in, tied the bag, and said, "Your demonic aura has been revealed. My senior brother is extremely sensitive to demons. You will be discovered."
She was not lying. Before He Wujiu had his heart gouged out, his cultivation and talent were extremely high. Everyone believed that he would become the next master of Fenjing Peak, or the next master of Qingyun Sect.
Until his spiritual power was blocked, his cultivation level plummeted, and he finally became a waste that was ridiculed by everyone.
At that time, she was so confused that she followed the plot and was courting death, and finally she succeeded in her death.
Ming Yueyi was thinking about the vague past and applying lipstick in front of the bronze mirror. The woman in the mirror instantly became more beautiful.
She won't be sacrificed to the sword this time.
Ming Yueyi asked, "Shang'er, where are the guests staying in the mansion?"
Shang'er clamped her throat and said in a muffled voice, "It's probably in the east wing. There's a loft over there that Dad built, specifically for supporting the Taoist monks who practice Taoism."
Since the strange phenomenon appeared in the sky a few years ago, there have been more monsters in the world. Now any monk who knows a few tricks and styles will be worshipped, so monks like to go down the mountain.
Ming Yueyi nodded: "I'm not familiar with the mansion, remember to show me the way later."
"Daojun, don't worry. I know the mansion so well that I won't make a mistake even with my eyes closed." Shang'er patted her paper chest to promise.
"good."
Although the Ming Mansion is located in Yun Town, it is the richest gentry in the area thousands of miles around. Not only is the mansion extensive, but the wealth and elegance of the mansion are visible to the naked eye.
As expected of a salt merchant, he makes huge profits. He is probably richer than the merchants in the imperial city.
Ming Yueyi walked on a path paved with round, crystal-clear cobblestones. On both sides grew large trees. Due to the influence of the spring morning, the leaves were dense, like several huge cloud umbrellas that blocked half of the golden light in the sky. A few rays of golden sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves and danced on the crystal-clear stones, reflecting a brilliant light.
"This is Mingyi's favorite road. It was paved by his father. Ordinary people dare not walk on it. Every stone on it was carefully selected by him, and servants wipe it piece by piece every day." Shang'er said, her tone full of resentment.
Mingyueyi lowered his eyes and looked at the stone, feeling inexplicably familiar.
It seemed a bit like the box of ointment that Pu Yuemin gave her, and the spiritual stones inlaid on it were also the same color and shape.
If she had not seen with her own eyes that the spirit stone on the box was real, she would have thought that the stone on the ground was just something he picked up on the road.
Although the stones on the ground are not real spiritual stones, they are still really luxurious.
But it is understandable. After all, Ming Yi is the only male in the Ming family.
Mingyueyi followed Shang'er's instructions, walked down the gravel road, and gradually entered the exquisite courtyard.
"Are you sure this is for guests?"
Ming Yueyi walked into the archway and looked at the furnishings and layout in the courtyard. He couldn't help but wonder if Shang'er had pointed him in the wrong direction.
Will the guests' accommodations be so luxurious?
In order to avoid being discovered, she took the small path all the way, went through the rockery and went through the low door. When she entered the inner courtyard and looked around, she always felt that something was wrong.
Naihe Shang'er nodded affirmatively.
"Daojun, this is the mansion I lived in for more than ten years. I remember it very clearly. If you go to the right, there is a hidden path inside that leads directly to the attic door. Your senior brother should live in the attic."
is that so?
Although Mingyueyi had doubts about her words, he still believed her and went into a rockery, where he found a secret passage.
this?
It doesn't seem very serious.
Mingyueyi felt strange in his mind. Who built a secret passage here?
Mo had been gone for about half an incense stick when she vaguely heard the sound of water outside. Thinking it was water flowing in the rockery outside the attic, she stretched out her hands to climb through the dense vines and crawled out.
However, after coming out, it was not the broad avenue as imagined, but on a tree, under the tree was a clear and transparent spring.
Ming Yueyi crawled out and saw the scene below. He smiled, his fangs bared. "Is this really the East Wing? Why does it look a little off to me?"
Shang'er was still affirming: "Daojun, believe me, I have lived in Mingfu for more than ten years."
"Okay." Since she was already here, Mingyueyi trusted her one last time.
She had just climbed down from the tree, and as the tips of her boots touched the ground, she suddenly heard several footsteps coming from far away and the respectful voices of servants.
"My dear, it's still very cold in the spring. You'll catch a cold if you shower or change clothes now. It's better to wait until later."
The servant's tone was filled with worry.
“No need.”
A plain boy's voice sounded, seemingly gentle but actually without any emotion.
The servant wanted to persuade him again.
The young man who was walking ahead suddenly stopped in his tracks. Spring and the morning sun stopped. As he turned around, a gust of chilly air blew past him. A smile so faint that it was almost inaudible rose on his face with his superior bone structure.
"Go down."
Although the young man was born with the most beautiful appearance in the world, the servant couldn't help but shiver on his knees. He dared not say anything more and stepped back.
Without anyone talking in his ear, he turned his pure black pupils and stared at the rockery not far away. He tilted his head, and then his light-colored thin lips slowly rose.
How could it be Pu Yuemin?
Ming Yueyi squatted behind the rockery, hugging her knees. She glanced at the young man walking down the stone path, then smiled at the storage bag at her waist. "Explain why he ended up living in the east wing?"
Shang'er was even more surprised than her: "That shouldn't be the case. I remember it was right here."
After saying that, she emerged from the storage bag and held her fingers together quite sincerely, "Daojun, I remember now. The east wing wasn't here a few years ago."
Ming Yueyi lowered her eyebrows and asked gently, "So, where is this place now?"
Shang'er said, "The hot spring where Mingyi bathes."
Ming Yueyi asked, "So your memory is actually wrong as well."
Shang'er shook her head. "That's right, this place is probably at fault. It's like the Daojun admitted his mistake and should have been released from house arrest, but he's still confined to the mansion. The hot spring that was there a few years ago was clearly filled in and turned into the east wing for the residents. It's now a hot spring again because it's been like that in their memories, so this place must have been rebuilt not long ago."
Mingyueyi reached out and touched the rockery in front of him, carefully examining the patterns on it.
There are obvious cutting marks on the stone, which does not look like it has been exposed to wind and rain for a long time.
"Where is the guest room from a few years ago?" Mingyueyi asked her.
Shang'er was about to speak when she suddenly dived into the storage bag, leaving behind a panicked cry.
"Daojun, behind you."
Behind what?
Ming Yueyi subconsciously turned his head and suddenly saw a pitch-black eyeball in the gap between the rockery stones.
Those eyes, with wrinkles all over their surface, had a faint smile on their faces, as if they were hiding in a dark corner and spying on her.
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