After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Chapter 165: The deceased husband's surname banquet

The next day, Yan Mobai still had lunch at the Dali Temple.

In order to prevent Chi Feng from having to find some lame excuses that would arouse suspicion, Ning Miao took the initiative to walk to Yan Mobai's side when serving the dishes.

Yan Mobai was naturally very satisfied with this. His face remained expressionless and he didn't show any emotion. However, when she came close to him, he still touched her subtly.

Ning Miao knew he did it on purpose, so he remained calm and pretended not to notice.

After lunch, when they returned to the office to rest, Chi Feng invited Lan Ying: "I heard from them that two lotus flowers have already bloomed early in the lotus pond in the backyard. Do you want to go and see them?"

Lan Ying took out a wooden sign from somewhere and said, "Go ahead. I have something else to do."

Chi Feng glanced at the wooden tablet in his hand: "Why does this... look like a spirit tablet?"

"It's a spirit tablet. I bought it specially for Aunt Zhou. I don't know her late husband's name, so I bought it blank and let her write it herself later."

Chifeng: “…”

Just as he was about to stop his behavior, he saw his master, Zhang Zhubu, and Song Shaoqing coming from behind. He had to give up for the time being and planned to talk about it later.

When Lan Ying saw the three people, he immediately went up to them and said, "Sir, can you lend me your "Ten Thousand Words Interpretation"?"

Yan Mobai glanced at him and said, "It's on the bookshelf, take it yourself."

"Thank you, sir!" Lan Ying bowed happily and ran to the office to get it.

Then he hurried out of the office.

When leaving the office, Yan Mobai and Chi Feng just entered the office.

Seeing how anxious he was, Yan Mobai asked casually, "What do you want the "Ten Thousand Words Interpretation" for?"

"Give me a name." Lan Ying replied and ran away.

Chi Feng looked back at his back as he ran away. It was difficult to stop him in front of his master, so he could only let him go.

Fortunately, my master didn't care and went straight into the house.

He was just about to chase the blue shadow again when he saw his master suddenly turn around.

"Did Lan Ying hold a spirit tablet in his hand just now?"

Chi Feng's eyebrows twitched.

"It's like... holding a wooden tablet. It shouldn't be a spirit tablet, but just like..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw his master walking out the door.

Chi Feng's breathing quickened, and he quickly followed.

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Ning Miao had just finished tidying up the tables and chairs in the dining room and returned to the room to take a short nap when Lan Ying arrived.

"Aunt Zhou."

Ning Miao didn't expect him to come over at this time and motioned for him to sit down.

Ning Miao was puzzled when he saw him holding a wooden sign in one hand and a thick book in the other.

She picked up the kettle and poured two glasses of water, one for him and one for herself, then sat down opposite him, pointing at the two things he had placed on the table, her eyes full of confusion.

Lan Ying gulped down several gulps of water.

Putting down the cup, he said, "I heard from them that if you want to have a posthumous child, you have to do two things. One is to burn incense to your deceased husband on the first and fifteenth day of every month. The other is to give the child a name in advance while he is still in the womb."

"I don't know your late husband's name, so I bought a blank spirit tablet. You can write it on it and set up his spirit tablet."

"Also, I borrowed this book 'Ten Thousand Words' from an adult. You can pick out words with good meanings and give your unborn child a name."

Ning Miao had just taken a sip of water, but when he heard this, he spat it out before he could even swallow it.

Fortunately, it only sprayed on the table and not on the blue shadow opposite.

Lan Ying was not expecting her to react so strongly: "What's wrong?"

Ning Miao shook his head, stood up, took a rag, wiped the water off the table, then pointed at the two things and waved his hand to indicate that they were not needed.

"Yes, it is necessary. Many people say so, and many people do so. Don't disbelieve it. For the sake of the child, it is better to believe it than not. You have had severe morning sickness recently. Maybe if you do these, you won't vomit anymore."

Lan Ying was very persistent.

As he spoke, he drew the sword from his waist and said, "Tell me what your late husband's last name was, and I'll carve it for you. Carving won't fall off easily, but writing will."

Ning Miao: “…”

"What was your late husband's surname?" Lan Ying picked up the blank spirit tablet and marked the position with the tip of the sword.

"Your surname is Yan." A deep male voice sounded.

Ning Miao's heart pounded and he looked towards the door.

Lan Ying was concentrating on the engraving and didn't pay attention to anything else. He didn't react when he heard the voice. He even asked, "Which Yan?"

After asking, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned around in shock and saw his master coming in from the door with a cold face and eyes like frost.

His breathing stagnated and he stood up from his seat, without even holding the spirit tablet or the sword in his hands.

The spirit tablet fell on the table, and the sword fell from the table to the ground, making a heart-wrenching sound.

Chi Feng, who was walking last, quickly closed the door.

Lan Ying didn't understand what was going on, he just knew that his master was cold and very angry.

He looked at Chifeng, hoping to get an answer from him.

Chi Feng just gave him a look that said "May you be lucky" and didn't want to hint at it.

He had no choice but to ask his master: "Master, why are you here? Did I commit a mistake?"

Yan Mobai walked to the low couch in the room, lifted his robe and sat down, and said in a cool voice: "I came to thank you, thank you for helping me put up the sign, thank you for naming my child."

Lan Ying's mind buzzed.

I thought I heard it wrong.

After a moment of reaction, he remembered that he had just asked Aunt Zhou what her late husband's surname was, and his family replied: Yan.

so......

He was shocked all over, his eyes widened in shock, his face full of disbelief.

"My Lord and Aunt Zhou..."

Finally, still not believing it, he turned and asked Ning Miao: "Is the baby in Aunt Zhou's belly an adult's?"

Ning Miao looked at Yan Mobai, and seeing that he was not going to hide the secret from Lan Ying, he nodded.

Lan Ying's eyes widened even more, his pupils trembled, and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

how come?

His parents and Aunt Zhou?

Aunt Zhou is already forty years old.

It was really hard to accept for a moment, and I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there in shock.

Five thunderbolts are nothing more than that.

Chi Feng understood him and knew that his stubborn mind definitely hadn't reacted yet.

So he dared to speak up and reminded her: "Aunt Zhou is Ning..."

I wanted to say Madam Ning, but then I felt it was inappropriate, so I paused for a moment and said, "Aunt Zhou is Miss Ning."

Lan Ying turned his head away in a daze, still in shock.

He looked at Chi Feng.

Miss Ning?

Which Miss Ning?

He suddenly shuddered: "Ning Pan?!"

Ning Miao nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you, I'm just in a dangerous situation now and I have no choice."

Hearing this familiar voice coming from the forty-something woman whom he had always regarded as his godmother, Lan Ying was completely stunned.