The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Mo Xiaolan always felt that the person in front of her looked familiar, with green clothes, a folding fan, almond eyes and peach blossoms. She felt like she had seen him somewhere, yet she didn't feel very familiar with him.

Seeing Mingyao didn't say anything, the man turned his head and talked to Mo Xiaolan: "My name is Qingjing, may I know your name, young lady?"

"Dark bamboo."

Wait, Qing Jing?

Mo Xiaolan was confused. She finally knew who this guy was. Wasn't he the pervert Qing Jing who wanted to marry her when he saw her beauty, but was unwilling to use real gold thread to make wedding clothes, and wanted to use inferior goods as wedding clothes? Why wasn't he dead yet? That's not what the original novel said.

"If you have time to care about the girl's name, why not care about our wedding date?" Ming Yao put her hands on her hips and puffed her cheeks: "It's been delayed for so long, do you still want to marry me?"

This is a lot of information! Mo Xiaolan looked at the two people in front of her. Ming Yao was one of Mo Luofan's concubines, but she did not enter the harem in the end and stayed in the ghost world alone. However, Mo Luofan still had a place for her in his heart.

What about Qing Jing? Listening to the tone of the two, it seems that the whole world knows what happened between them. Isn't that the same as openly cheating on the male protagonist? According to Mo Luofan's dark, perverted and terrifying possessiveness, Qing Jing can actually jump in front of him alive. Could it be that when the wedding date is approaching, they will directly have a bloodbath at the wedding and turn it into a happy funeral?

"This..." When talking about the wedding, Qing Jing was a little scared, his eyebrows and eyes were trembling, and he just kept delaying: "Wait, wait a little longer, there is no good day nearby, and we haven't prepared our things yet, how can we get married so hastily."

"You keep putting it off again and again. Don't you want to marry me?" Ming Yao was a little angry. He was like this every time they talked about marriage. He kept putting it off from last year to this year. He kept saying that he wanted to marry her, but he didn't do anything.

"Of course I will marry you, but the time has not come yet."

"Then when is the time?"

"A good time is when the weather, the location and the people are right."

"You two are openly discussing marriage outside Linglong Pavilion. Aren't you afraid that His Majesty will come out and kill you both?" A girl in purple clothes walked out of the hall. The purple gauze dress made her figure look even more graceful. Her half-covered hair added a touch of elegance to her already pretty face.

Mo Xiaolan couldn't help but sigh, after not seeing her for decades, she found that Duan Shuangying had grown into a heroic and heroic woman with the aura of a female general.

Ming Yao didn't seem to like Duan Shuangying very much. After seeing her come out, she stopped arguing with Qing Jingde and clasped her arms around herself, putting on a proud attitude.

Qing Jing didn't seem to like her either, but for the sake of friendship between colleagues, he still had to greet her with a smile: "Why did Miss Duan come out? Has your Majesty calmed down?"

"Your Majesty said that a stranger entered the inner city, so he sent me to see what was going on." She looked straight at Mo Xiaolan who was beside Ming Yao. After looking her up and down carefully, a hint of annoyance appeared on her pretty face.

Mingyao also sensed that something was wrong with her, but she was quite happy. She raised her chin proudly and said, "This is a doctor from the ghost world. He has great medical skills and can bring people back to life. I will bring him to this world to see the world and let him stay here to be a little doctor or something."

"No matter how beautiful a woman is, if she's not him, she won't be in His Majesty's eyes." Duan Shuangying retorted: "You should have a deep understanding of this. After all, you have stuffed so many beauties around him, but which one can stay for even a stick of incense? I don't think this one will last long either."

Indeed, after Mo Luofan came to the world, he had been thinking about Mo Xiaolan all the time, but Mingyao felt that two men were so infatuated with a dead person, but there was only one person, and one side would always sacrifice, and he didn't want his brother to sacrifice. So he thought that there were so many beauties in the world, as long as Mo Luofan liked them, there would be no more disputes between the two, so he arranged for everyone to be sent to Mo Luofan, but the result was no doubt that they were all driven out, and she was punished together.

The tension between the two women was growing stronger and stronger. Qing Jing tapped Ming Yao's shoulder with her fan, signaling her not to waste any more time and to go in quickly.

Ming Yao snorted at Duan Shuangying, then led his men into the inner hall.

At this time, Mo Luofan was sitting at his desk, with the papers piled up several layers high. When he saw Ming Yao coming, he raised his head slightly and looked at her: "My plan failed this time, do you know what happened?"

It is undeniable that Mo Luofan has already guessed most of it.

Mingyao laughed awkwardly, touched the bell in her hand and said, "How should I know? Oh, by the way," she immediately changed the subject, "It's a good friend of mine in the ghost world, a ghost doctor, and I want to bring her out to see the world."

When Mo Luofan glanced at the woman in white, Mo Xiaolan's heart immediately tightened, especially when their eyes met. He could feel his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out.

Mo Luofan just glanced at him briefly, then lowered his head again: "Even if he is your friend, you should just settle down."

Is this a dodged disaster?

On the way back, Mo Xiaolan was still in shock.

Night fell, and the bright moon hung high on the branches. Ming Yao took him on a brief tour of the entire Nange Palace. They met Qing Jing again in the garden. As soon as they met, they began to quarrel again. Ming Yao was afraid that she had let something slip, so she took Qing Jing away and asked Mo Xiaolan to wait for her to come back.

Suddenly there was no one around, and the air became lonely. Mo Xiaolan got up out of boredom, walked around, and finally sat down at the stone table. She looked up at the bright moon in the sky. Today's moon was a waning moon, with only a shallow crescent moon hanging in the dark sky, illuminating only a small circle around it.

"Sighing to the moon, why are you also missing your lover." A huge black shadow enveloped him. He looked up and their eyes met. At that moment, it seemed as if time had flown by, and her thoughts were suddenly brought back to the time when they first met at Qingyuan Gate. One was on top and the other was on the bottom, but now the situation was reversed.

Mo Xiaolan quickly straightened her head, and Mo Luofan also straightened his back, strode forward, sat on the stone bench opposite, and looked at the bright moon in the sky with her: "It is said that people have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes, but even if the moon is full, why can't people be full?"

"Because the moon is a dead thing, and people are living things." Mo Xiaolan supported her head with both hands: "The tide rises and falls, day after day, the moon will always be full one day, but people are different. There are many things that people cannot control. The living cannot be reunited with the dead, so I just hope that the dead can rest in peace and the living can be freed from the sadness."

"Liberated from sadness?" Meroving shook his head. "Bystanders always look at everything objectively, but they forget how much sadness the authorities have to endure."

"Your Majesty, are you missing your wife?" Mo Xiaolan asked.

"Yes, but she left. I am left alone wandering in this world." He did not shy away from admitting it frankly.

Seeing Mo Luofan like this, Mo Xiaolan felt sorry for him. After all, he was the child she raised, so she could empathize with him to some extent. After all, from the delicate words in the book, she could see how much he loved Ruo Xiangsi and how reluctant he was to let her go. Now seeing him like this, she felt more regretful. As he said, only the person involved knows how painful it is, and others cannot understand.

Instead of persuading him to be more open-minded, it is better to let him suffer alone and wait until he figures it out.

"That lady is so lucky. There are people in the world who miss her and think about her." Mo Xiaolan stood up and said, "The moon won't set for a while. Your Majesty, just stay here and think about it slowly."

After saying that, she turned and left. She didn't want to stay here for a moment. Somehow, the air between the two of them felt oppressive, making it hard for her to breathe.

Looking at the white figure leaving, Mo Luofan lowered his head and smiled to himself.

Early in the morning of the second day, Mo Xiaolan got up, washed, and stretched. Seeing Ming Yao walking out angrily, she followed her. The little girl might have had a breakdown in a talk with someone yesterday, and she had a gloomy face today.

"The Demon Lord urgently summoned you this morning. I think it's something important. You can take this opportunity to look for it and see where the body is hidden." After saying that, Ming Yao hurried out the door.

The Nan Ge Palace was really big. Not long after she came out, she got lost inside. The buildings were all exactly the same and the palace walls were so high that she had no idea where she was.

After stumbling along the road, we came to a relatively open area, which looked like some kind of altar or temple. In front of the huge palace there was a relatively open area, and below it was a cliff thousands of feet high.

In the dojo, statues of the four divine beasts, Suzaku, Xuanwu, White Tiger and Azure Dragon, stand in the four directions of east, south, west and north respectively, and in the middle there is a person kneeling, and judging from his clothes, he seems to be a disciple of Qingyuan Sect.

Mo Xiaolan thought that Mo Luofan had captured the disciples of Qingyuan Sect to vent his anger, so she moved closer to take a look. When she saw the man, her eyes gradually enlarged and her feet unconsciously walked over.

The kneeling man vaguely sensed someone coming, so he raised his head. His appearance, which had been fixed when he was twenty years old, was exactly the same as it was decades ago. However, he no longer had the youthful innocence, but only a vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

Bamboo boat...

Mo Xiaolan wanted to call his name, but she didn't dare to open her mouth.

When Zhu Fan saw that the person in front of him was not the one he wanted to see, he lowered his head again.

There was nothing restraining him, and there was no barrier in this dojo, let alone guards. If he wanted to walk around, he could do so. Why should he kneel here?

There were some footsteps behind her, and when Mo Xiaolan turned around, she saw Mo Luofan, who also had a gloomy face.

At the same time, Mo Luofan also saw her, and his expression seemed a little unhappy: "Whose person is this? Take her out."

Mingyao behind him leaned out quietly and pulled the person back.

When Zhu Fan saw him, his frustrated eyes suddenly lit up. He straightened his body and knocked his head heavily.

"You go out first." Mo Luofan said.

Only Ming Yao and Duan Shuangying followed him. They looked at each other and then walked out consciously. Ming Yao felt that there was something wrong with the person she was holding, so she whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, your apprentice will be fine."

After the strangers left, Zhu Fan spoke slowly. His voice was no longer as bright as before, but had a sense of old age and vicissitudes: "Please, Demon Lord, let Master rest in peace."

Over the past few decades, Zhu Fan would come here and kneel on this day of every month, just to beg to see Mo Xiaolan, even if it was just a corpse. Although he knew that Mo Luofan would protect him well, the guilt still lingered in his heart. If it weren't for him, Mo Luofan would not have fallen into the trap, and Mo Xiaolan would not have endured the serious injury to save him and blocked the sword for him. In the final analysis, it was all his fault. He was not firm enough and his heart was blinded by hatred.