"It's Sister Jifu who's here, Ning'er, please come in quickly or you'll make grandma unhappy again." Little Madam Xiang knew that Madam Xiang had always been mean-spirited, and she didn't want to see that she was being pampered too much by Doctor Xiang, so she hurriedly stepped back two steps. He kept a certain distance from Dr. Xiang, straightened his clothes, and when Mrs. Xiang came in, he immediately bowed his eyebrows and saluted.
Xiang Ning was not yet 2 years old, and he was holding his favorite pastry in his hand. At this moment, Mrs. Xiang scolded her, and she tightened her hands in fright, and the pastry was crushed and lost its original appearance; As soon as the lady shouted, she quickly ran into the house, but because she was too nervous, her short leg tripped over the threshold, and she fell to the ground. The remaining pastry in her hand was also thrown away. It was shattered into pieces and turned into empty hands.
Madam Xiang hurried forward, picked him up from the ground, patted the cake residue on his body, and checked his body up and down to make sure there was nothing wrong. Then she felt relieved and comforted him, saying: " Damn boy, you are too careless! I don’t know how anxious you are! Your brother has his own food, why don’t you give it to him!"
The servant who was waiting inside quickly came up and cleaned up the cake crumbs scattered on the floor before causing more contamination.
"Oh! Chong'er has been eager to learn since childhood and has outstanding literary talent. He is known as 'Wenzi' by everyone. He is worthy of a big responsibility. Naturally, he has no worries about food and clothing. Unlike our Zheng'er and Yi'er, who are devoted to fawning and don't know how to suit him. I'm so happy!"
Mrs. Xiang took Xiang Yi in by one hand and pushed her in front. This six-year-old son, plus the 20-year-old Xiang Zheng beside the bed, for some reason, no matter how hard she tried to hint the two children not to get too close to Xiang Zhong. , they have all been deeply attracted to Xiang Zhong since childhood, playing "hide and seek" with her overtly and covertly, and playing with Xiang Zhong without any grudges.
How can there be so much darkness in a child's world?
"It's a joke to save my sister! I value children and literature, thanks to my sister's teachings. All the brothers are in harmony, which is a blessing to the ancestors of the family. What a blessing. There are differences between being young, distant, close, smart and dull!"
Mrs. Xiang didn't want to join in this "overt and covert" conversation, but she had to protect the children as much as possible to avoid destroying the harmony between the brothers.
After two rounds of conversations, I complained to Madam Xiang and secretly glanced at Doctor Xiang's face. He looked much more serious than usual. I was afraid that Doctor Xiang would blame me. When faced with Xiang's serious illness, I didn't comfort him first, but instead comforted him. Here, he was seeking status for his sons in a weird way, so he adjusted his mood, first pretended to cough, cleared his throat, and then made a very serious look and said to the little lady:
"My sister is generous. I don't blame my sister for coming late and Yi'er causing trouble. If you and I think my family's witchcraft is bad, can you give me a try to cure Chong'er's illness? I also hope that I can help them. , recover as soon as possible, and maybe be able to make it in time for the year-end crowning ceremony."
Ji Ming's grandfather, Ji Zhong, was once a powerful minister of the Zheng Kingdom. He worked diligently and diligently from a humble beginning in his official career, and eventually became a powerful minister who decided to appoint and remove the king. This life, which was criticized and praised by later generations, has also been silently influencing him. Descendants of the sacrificial family. When Ji Ming married Xiang Xu, some people advised her that her family background was stained and that she could not be accepted as his wife. However, Xiang Dafu was still conquered by her outstanding talents. At that time, she was good at divination and predicting good and bad luck. It can provide him with more critical guidance at many decision-making points in his career.
It is clearly what she is best at, but she humbly calls it "unfavorable". Madam Xiang's hard-to-get attitude clearly puts Madam Xiang in a position where she has no choice but to agree.
The result was naturally as expected. Although Mrs. Xiang had doubts in her heart, she still had to pretend to be extremely grateful and saluted Mrs. Xiang to thank her: "It's naturally better if my sister is willing to take action! My sister thanked my mother for her help on Zhong'er's behalf. Grace!"
"Yeah! Ah Ming is very sharp, I'll leave Chong'er to you! Let's get out."
Doctor Xiang was very satisfied that the two women finally agreed on the matter of his son's serious illness. He happily directed everyone to leave the room, leaving only Mrs. Xiang.
Speaking of which, Mrs. Xiang really came prepared. She said she was here to catch the two little ones, but she already had various props for the ceremony in her arms. When everyone left the door, she closed the door. , like a magician, she took out everything from her arms:
A small gourd medicine bottle, a spice bag, a skull mask, a headdress with half a circle of feathers, a string of wind chimes, a few pieces of yellow paper filled with spells, a thin silk handkerchief, and a bone flute.
The prayer ceremony began: Mrs. Xiang tied the skull mask on herself, put on the half-circle feather headdress, tied the wind chime to the highest part of the headdress, and shook her head to ring the wind chime. As he muttered something, half chanting and half singing, he poured the spice packet into the incense burner in the room. A strange, slightly sweet fragrance immediately filled the room. Then, she lit the pieces of talisman paper, and the black smoke mixed with the white smoke of the spices, like two black dragons twisting in black and white, fighting. Next, she covered Xiang Zhong's face with the square silk handkerchief. The sweat from her forehead immediately soaked into the silk handkerchief, letting it stick to her face firmly. The three-dimensional effect The strong concave and convex contours of the facial features were printed at once, but because of the covering of this layer of silk handkerchief on the mouth and nose, the breathing that was not comfortable enough became more rapid. The originally closed mouth, In order to increase the amount of breathing, they also have to open together.
Just under the silk handkerchief, the sick man's mouth was also open. While trying to breathe, Mrs. Xiang continued to shake the wind chime on her head and played the bone flute, which produced a very strange tune, like It was like being in an abyss full of souls, and a scream was trying to forcefully pull out the weakest soul buried in the deepest place. Xiang Zhong frowned when he heard this sound, and his whole body had a headache. It got even worse. He couldn't help but sway left and right to resist. His open mouth seemed to be making a "help" sound. He tried hard to make preparations, but he couldn't complete it because he had to breathe harder at the same time. Just in this mouth As she trembled opening and closing, Mrs. Xiang held the bone flute in her mouth, then played her "Soul Evocation" song, and unscrewed the small gourd medicine bottle with both hands, right at the opening of her mouth covered by the thin silk handkerchief. , aligned with the position, and fell down gently.
