"Dang——dang——dang——"
The bell rang twelve times in a row, and then the sky was filled with fireworks.
The next day, Mo Lan held the permit in her hand, and it was not as difficult as she imagined.
It is a simple business license with the seal of the Ministry of Revenue printed on it.
"Ye Ming, send this to Xin Yi."
Mo Lan handed him the license and concentrated on reviewing the knowledge in the Pharmacopoeia.
At the beginning of February, the college's recruitment started, so she had to prepare well. I heard that the most idle school was the Alchemist College, and the instructors could not even meet until graduation.
Only after entering the Alchemist Academy would she have more time to expand the power of the Mo family.
At noon, she heard Song Ying's voice across the wall, "Cousin, cousin, look what I brought!"
"Slow down!"
Song Runsheng was out of breath as he ran behind her, with a blush on his white face. He was even weaker than the little brat she had seen before.
Mo Lan sat on the roof and sighed repeatedly. There were so many beautiful men around her, but none of them belonged to her.
Just as he was sighing, he saw three brothers and sisters of the Chang family getting off the carriage outside the gate.
Chang Qinyu had a straight face. He came to pay New Year greetings just as he came to do business. Although he was not wearing official uniform, he was still wearing a green brocade suit.
The second eldest brother, Chang Qinsang, was wearing a bright red robe and holding a book in his hand. He was mumbling something and almost fell on the steps. Fortunately, Chang Qinyang held him up.
Today she wore a pink double-breasted dress with white rabbit fur on the collar and half sleeves, and a short cherry pink tassel on her head as the main accessory.
The lip color is lighter, and the whole person looks dignified yet playful.
Aunt Mo Yiwen was wearing a navy blue skirt and a cloak of the same color. She was helped out of the carriage by Uncle Chang Min.
Chang Min's light blue robe matched Mo Yiwen's clothes very well. He doted on his wife to no end. Not far away, Mo Lan watched his uncle being poked by his aunt, laughing until his stomach hurt.
One of his feet slipped and fell straight onto Song Runsheng. Fortunately, there was some snow this morning and the ground was not that hard.
Mo Ran didn't know when he put on the same armor as Song Ying, and squatted in front of her with a spear in his hand.
"Sister Song Ying and I have been looking for you for a long time, why are you here with your cousin?"
If Song Runsheng hadn't been cushioning him, Mo Lan would have wanted to burrow directly into the soil.
"Lan'er, why are you so rude!"
Song Fuyue stood at the gate, shaking her head looking at her like this, and Mo Hong also frowned.
Mo Yiwen let go of Chang Min's hand, took her arm, and squeezed Mo Hong away, "Sister-in-law, the child is still young, so just talk to her slowly."
Mo Lan quickly stood up, and she and Mo Ran helped Song Runsheng up, who was a little dizzy from the impact. With sharp eyes, he caught a glimpse of his uncle pouting and snickering.
"It's cold, let's all go in."
Chang Min came out to speak at the right time and reached out to hold his wife's hand, but the latter directly took Song Fuyue through the door.
His empty hands trembled slightly, and finally he curled his lips helplessly and trotted to follow.
Song Ying looked at her brother with disgust, and then looked at the three men surrounding her wife with disgust.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I still have to marry someone more powerful in the future."
Several elders were chatting animatedly in the front hall, the three brothers gathered together to study books, and Mo Ran was led by Song Ying to play with a spear under a tree.
Today, all the people sent by King Qi left, leaving only some outside the Mo family.
Mo Lan felt that this prince was really unstable. He had blatantly monitored the Mo family a few days ago, and today he transferred everyone away.
She flew down to the top of the pavilion and input light spiritual power to upgrade the Mo family's defensive array.
A fireball quickly hit Mo Lan's back, landed on the defensive shield and disappeared.
Mo Lan slowly turned her head to look at the initiator. Qian Shuyu was standing outside the wall with a stiff smile on her face.
She held a gilded invitation in her hand, and Mo Lan jumped out of the wall and slowly approached her.
Qian Shuyu was so nervous that he swallowed hard and glanced away.
Mo Lan smiled slightly, and with a thought in her mind, her mental power invaded her mind along the hyphae all over her body.
Qian Shuyu lost his life in an instant, his eyes were dull, and his head hung heavily, like a puppet on strings.
Mo Lan restrained the madness in her heart and took revenge step by step. Only by slowly torturing her could she relieve the hatred in her heart.
Taking the invitation in her hand, it was Qian Dezhang's mother's sixtieth birthday the next day, and this invitation only invited Mo Lan.
Generally, the host will send these birthday invitations to the guests half a month in advance.
I’m celebrating my birthday the day after tomorrow and I sent it today because I didn’t originally plan to invite the Mo family. After the arena match, I asked Qian Dezhang to draw a line for the Mo family in advance.
After releasing his control over Qian Shuyu, Mo Lan raised a smile and said, "Shuyu will deliver it personally. I will definitely be there."
Qian Shuyu looked at Mo Lan, whose attitude suddenly changed in front of him, and then saw the invitation in her hand, with a flash of panic in his eyes.
Recently, she always kept forgetting some things inexplicably, such as how she gave the invitation to Mo Lan.
She quickly adjusted her emotions and smiled sweetly, "It's great that my sister is willing to come. There are still guests at home today. I will go back to help my mother first. Happy New Year to my sister."
Mo Lan handed the invitation to Song Fuyue. She opened it doubtfully and frowned. Especially when she saw that only Mo Lan was invited, she held the invitation a little harder.
Su Xibai slapped the table, "This invitation was delivered to my house half a month ago. The Qian family just sent it now. They even asked Mo Lan to go by name. What kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd?"
"Speaking of which, my family didn't receive an invitation. The Qian family suddenly sent an invitation. I'm afraid that the fact that Lan'er was able to practice the day before yesterday may have made them have a wrong idea."
Mo Yiwen picked up the teacup and looked at the floating tea leaves with a calm expression.
Mo Lan took back the invitation, looked at her name, and raised the corners of her lips, "I've sent you all the invitations. It wouldn't be appropriate not to go."
Mrs. Qian's birthday celebration was very lively, and all the officials of third rank and above came.
I originally thought she was the only one who would come, but who knew that Qian Dezhang personally gave Mo Hong an invitation yesterday after going to court.
After entering the gate of Qian Mansion, men and women were seated separately. After Mo Lan separated from him, he specially summoned Hua Yu to protect him secretly.
Yu Ming Yeming stayed at home, and she didn't bring Ai Xiang.
Du Ruo followed her, and Shi Lan sneaked into Qian Dezhang's study.
"cousin!"
Song Ying waved as soon as she saw her. It was rare to see her wearing a skirt. She had dressed up a lot today, and her heroic demeanor had lost a bit.
"Seventh sister, you specifically asked for an invitation from your grandmother the day before yesterday, and you actually gave it to this loser?"
The speaker glanced at Mo Lan with disgust, raised his head and looked at Qian Shuyu with his nostrils arrogantly.
"You must be the third concubine of the Qian family. Look at the gold hairpins on your head. I have long heard that you are extraordinary. When I see you today, you are really resplendent."
The banquet has not started yet, most of the elders are sitting in the hall, and some are gathering in the pavilion.
At this moment, Mo Lan was standing in the middle of a group of ladies. She deliberately turned up the volume, attracting the attention of many people.
Qian Jiyun immediately blushed and touched the gold hairpin on his head, "What do you know, you poor guy? Yes, Mr. Mo was born in poverty. You children must have never seen much of the world. Today, my grandmother is celebrating her birthday. You should be grateful to have your family come!"
