When Mo Lan arrived at the door of her house, she caught a glimpse of Xin Yi leaning against the wall, with her hands folded across her chest and a calm expression.
Mo Lan raised the corners of her lips and picked a blooming rose flower from the space, "Here, I'll give it to you."
Xin Yi raised his head, a little surprised, and slowly stretched out his hand to take the flower.
"Look, even in winter, this flower blooms so brightly."
"Master, if you want to give an example, plum blossoms are more suitable for this season."
Mo Lan put her hands behind her back, leaned slightly closer to him, tilted her head and asked, "Why does it have to be plum blossoms? Aren't the roses in winter even more rare and impossible?"
Xin Yi clenched the flower in her hand. The sharp thorns on the stem cut her fingers, and blood dripped into the snow.
Seeing this, Mo Lan immediately took out the hemostatic plaster and applied it on his fingers, "This is the body that I have worked hard to refine. If there is any damage, I will not spare you."
He bandaged the wound perfectly and looked at the bow he tied with satisfaction, "Okay, let's talk about it, why did you come to me today? Why didn't you let Yu Ming pass the message?"
Xin Yi retracted his hand, clenched it into a fist and hid it behind his back. It was the first time he saw someone tying up wounds so cutely, he was a little shy as a grown man.
What's more, it was only scratched a little and tied like this. It seems that the master really cares about this hard-won body.
"The decoration of the store has been completed and it can be opened at any time. However, several people from the government came today and said that it is a special period and that opening a store requires registration and a license."
Mo Lan touched his chin and thought for a while, "Okay, I understand, you can go back first."
She took a deep breath and walked into the house. It was almost midnight and the sky was completely dark. Mo Hong would be scolded if he didn't have dinner with him when he went home today.
Xin Yi watched her enter the door, staring down at the flowers in her hand in a daze, then black mist enveloped the flowers, and the flowers in her hands disappeared.
In the lobby, Mo Hong was drinking tea and holding a copy of "Hui Min Principles" in his hand. It was written by Qin Jiyan. Looking at his father nodding frequently, he knew that the writing was good.
However, he usually reads in the study room, and he must be waiting for her here specially today.
"Father is well."
When Mo Hong heard this, he didn't raise his head. Instead, he sat up straighter, put down the tea in his hand, and turned another page.
Mo Lan stood there, waiting for him to finish reading the book in his hand bit by bit.
"Read this book ten times. I will collect it tomorrow morning and recite it to me."
I took the book from his hand with a grimace. Although it was not thick, it was enough to write ten times. It would be okay to write with a ballpoint pen, but it would be too difficult to write with a brush.
"Sit down, I have something to tell you."
Mo Lan held the book in her hand and moved little by little towards the chair, only half-sit down, legs together, eyes turning uneasily.
Mo Hong frowned and put down the tea in his hand, "I thought you had grown a lot since your grandmother's incident. Now you can practice. I won't ask you too much, but you are too courageous. You dare to break off the engagement with the fifth prince in public. Even if your daughter doesn’t want to marry, it’s me, the father, who should break off the engagement. How brave are you to make the royal family lose face in front of King Qi!”
Mo Hong became angrier as he spoke. He stood up and poked Mo Lan's head. As if he still wasn't relieved, he patted her head gently.
"What the father said is that the daughter realized her mistake."
Mo Hong stood up straight and snorted coldly, "Humph! You'd better really know that you were wrong! Okay, after fifteen, come with me to the palace to resolve this matter. Come on down."
Mo Lan obediently bowed and exited. When she turned the corner, she bumped into Mo Ran who was eavesdropping. She was lying on the window and squinting her eyes to look in.
He made a silent gesture to Ai Xiang and Qing Ping, picked up a handful of Bai Yu's hair from the space, and gently rubbed her ears.
"Haha, oops."
Mo Lan immediately covered her mouth, shook her head, and waved, and the four of them sneaked to her yard.
"Sister, what did father say?"
Mo Lan smiled and pulled her to sit down at the table, then took all the pens, inks, paper and inkstones and said, "Copy this book ten times."
Mo Ran turned around and ran away. Qingping followed behind and almost fell down.
Ai Xiang made tea and said, "Miss, it's always so easy to make the second lady back out of trouble."
Mo Lan took the tea and thought for a while, "You should go down and rest too. You and Lan Gu will go home tomorrow, New Year's Eve."
Ai Xiang added more charcoal to the fire, moved closer to Mo Lan, then left a crack in the door and returned to her room.
Ye Ming and Yu Ming stayed at the door, confronting the people in the dark.
The cultivation techniques of the eleven of them are different from Chi Yuan's, and are more refined. Mo Lan cannot tell their levels just from the aura around them.
But judging from the four eighth-level spirit beasts, their levels should be about the same in the Spirit Emperor.
There have been legends about the Four Emperors and Eight Deities in Chiyuan Continent for nearly a hundred years.
The four emperors are the Yao Emperor, She Yangu, the Holy Emperor Gu Qingtian, the Qi Emperor Gong Benyu, and the Demon Emperor who almost no one has ever seen, Sima Zhenyu.
The eight statues refer to the eight great spiritual masters, the leader of the Lingxiao Sect, Baichuan, the ancestor of the Yelu family, Yelu Kai, the ancestor of the Su family, Su Zongyun, the old master Zhao, Zhao Yongyi, the dean of Chiyuan College, Feng Haisi, Nan King Maghe of Xinjiang, Nalan Qingyu from the Nalan royal family, and the last one is her maternal grandmother, Yeluyin. Unfortunately, she died not long after her mother got married.
Regarding her grandmother, her family members almost never mentioned her. The other seven were always mentioned. Only her grandmother knew nothing about her except that she was a legendary medical woman and a spiritual emperor.
Mo Lan has always found it strange that such a legendary woman has never been mentioned by anyone related to her.
As Qin Jiyan said before his death, the only people of the Queen Mother's generation should know about her deeds.
Mo Lan stood up and closed the door tightly, put out the charcoal fire, entered the space, adjusted the time, copied the "Principles of Benefiting the People", and started practicing.
After her fight with Lou Guanjue, she always felt like she was about to break through again.
Although it was a good thing to achieve a breakthrough after actual combat, she practiced too fast and was always afraid that the gain would outweigh the loss.
At dawn, Mo Lan walked out of the space. Seeing that the leaves in front of him turned into six, Mo Lan curled her lips and withdrew her breath.
The weather is very good today, the snow has evaporated last night, and the sun is shining warmly on me today.
Mo Lan went out and came back with large and small bags. Yu Ming Yeming was left at home by her. There were ten people in King Qi's group, five men and women each, and there were still many others secretly at.
Although Song Fuyue had broken through to Lingzong, her father and Mo Ran still lacked the ability to protect themselves.
Especially the Seventh Prince, that kid is good, but now that he is still young, he can't protect Mo Ran at all.
When Mo Lan entered the kitchen, he scared the servants. After all, Mo Ran's kitchen bombing skills were mostly inherited from his predecessors.
She drove everyone out, summoned Yun Rong directly to her side, took out the ingredients in the space, watched her cook, and then opened her large and small bags.
A bunch of spiritual crystals fell out, along with a rolling pin. She looked for an egg beater made by the blacksmith.
