When Mo Lan arrived at the door of the house, she caught a glimpse of Xin Yi leaning against the corner of the wall, his hands around his chest, and his expression was faint.

Mo Lan hooked the corners of her mouth and picked a blooming moon flower from the space, "Na, I'll give it to you." ”

Xin Yi raised his head, a little surprised, and slowly stretched out his hand to take the flower.

"You see, even in winter, this flower blooms so brilliantly."

"If the master wants to give an example, this season is still more suitable for plum blossoms."

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, isn't the moon season in winter more rare and impossible?" ”

Xin Yi clenched the flower in his hand, the spikes on the stem of the flower cut through his fingers, and blood dripped into the snow.

Seeing this, Mo Lan immediately took out a plaster to stop bleeding and applied it to his fingers, "This is my sister's hard-earned body, and if there is any damage, my sister can't spare you." ”

Bandaged the wound perfectly, and looked at the bow he tied with satisfaction, "Okay, let's talk about it, what's the matter with me today?" Why don't you let the rain spread the word? ”

Xin Yi withdrew his hand, clenched his fist and hid behind him, the first time he saw someone tie the wound so cutely, he was a big man a little shy.

What's more, it's just a little bit, and it's 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, but a few people from the government came today, saying that it is a special period, and the store needs to be registered and licensed."

Mo Lan touched her chin and thought for a while, "Okay, I know, you can go back first." ”

She took a deep breath and walked into the house, now that it was almost time, the sky was completely dark, Mo Hong went home today, she didn't accompany her to dinner, she would definitely be scolded.

Xin Yi watched her enter the door, staring down at the flower in her hand in a daze, and then the black mist wrapped the flower, and the flower in her hand disappeared.

In the lobby, Mo Hong was sipping tea, holding a copy of "Huimin Rules" in his hand, which was written by Qin Jiyan, and seeing his father nodding frequently, he knew that the writing was good.

But he reads in the study on weekdays, and today he should be waiting for her here.

"Father is well."

Hearing this, Mo Hong didn't look up, but sat up straighter, put down the tea in his hand, and turned another page.

Mo Lan stood in place, waiting for him to finish the book in his hand bit by bit.

"This book, ten times, I will take it tomorrow morning and recite it to me."

I took the book from his hand with a bitter face, although it was not thick, but ten times it was enough to choke, if it was written with a ballpoint pen, it was too difficult to write with a brush.

"Sit, I have something to say to you."

Mo Lan pinched the book in her hand, moved to the chair little by little, and only sat half of her buttocks, her legs together, and her eyes rolled uneasily.

Mo Hong frowned and put down the tea in his hand, "Originally, after your grandmother's incident, I thought you had grown a lot, and now that you can cultivate, I don't ask you too much, but you are too bold, you dare to divorce the fifth prince in public, your daughter's family, even if you don't want to marry, it should be me, the father, to withdraw from the marriage, how bold you are, let the royal family lose face in front of King Qi!" ”

The more Mo Hong spoke, the more angry she became, she stood up, stretched out her hand and poked Mo Lan's head, as if she was still angry, and gently patted her head again.

"What the father said is that the daughter knows that she is wrong."

Mo Hong stood up straight and snorted coldly, "Hmph! You'd better really know it's wrong! Okay, after fifteen, follow me into the palace to settle this matter, go down. ”

Mo Lan obediently saluted and withdrew, and bumped into Mo Ran who was eavesdropping around the corner, she was lying on the window and squinting and looking in.

He made a silent gesture to Ai Xiang and Qingping, took 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, beckoned, and the four of them sneakily went to her yard.

"Sister, what did my father say?"

Mo Lan smiled and pulled her to the table to sit down, and took all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, "This book, copy it ten times." ”

Mo Ran turned around and ran, and Qingping almost fell after him.

Ai Xiang made tea, "Miss is always so easy to make the second lady retreat." ”

Mo Lan took the tea and thought for a while, "You also go down to rest, tomorrow on Chinese New Year's Eve, you and Lan Gu will go home." ”

Ai Xiang added some more charcoal fire, moved it closer to Mo Lan, and then left a crack in the door and went back to her room.

Nightsong and Rain Shadow remained at the door, holding on to the people in the shadows.

The cultivation techniques of the eleven of them were different from Chi Yuan's, and they were even more refined, and they couldn't tell their level just from the aura around them.

However, judging from those four eighth-order spirit beasts, their level should be no worse in the Spirit Emperor.

For nearly a hundred years, there has been a legend of four emperors and eight honors in the Chiyuan Continent.

The four emperors are, the Medicine Emperor, She Yangu, the Holy Emperor Gu Qingtian, the Emperor Gong Benyu, and the Demon Emperor who almost no one has seen, Sima Zhenyu.

The Eight Venerables refer to the eight Great Lingzun, the Lingxiao Sect Sect Master Baichuan, the ancestor of the Yelu family, Yelukai, the ancestor of the Su family Su Zongyun, the old lady of Zhao, Zhao Yongyi, the dean of Chiyuan Academy, Feng Haisi, the king of Southern Xinjiang Maizhe, Nalan Qingyu of the Nalan royal family, and the last one is her maternal grandmother, Yeluyin, but unfortunately died not long after her mother got married.

As for her maternal grandmother, the family hardly mentions it, and the other seven are always mentioned, only her maternal grandmother, except that she knows that she is a legendary medicine girl and a spirit emperor, the others know nothing.

Mo Lan has always felt very strange that such a legendary woman has never been mentioned by anyone related to her.

As Qin Jiyan said before her death, only the Queen Mother's generation should know her deeds.

Mo Lan got up and closed the door tightly, extinguished the charcoal fire, entered the space, adjusted the time, copied the "Huimin Rules", and began to cultivate.

After fighting with Lou Guanjue, she always felt that she was about to break through again.

Although it is a good thing to break through after the actual battle, her cultivation speed is too fast, and she is always afraid that the gains will outweigh the losses.

At dawn, Mo Lan walked out of the space, watching the leaves in front of her turn into six, Mo Lan hooked her lips and withdrew her breath.

The weather is fine today, the snow has evaporated last night, and the sun is shining warm on me today.

Mo Lan went out of the door, and when she came back, she was left at home by Yu Ming Yeming, and there were ten people in the King of Qi, five men and five women, and many of the rest were in the dark.

Although Song Fuyue has broken through to the Spirit Sect, her father and Mo Ran's self-protection ability is still insufficient.

Especially the Seventh Prince, that kid is good, but now that he is fledgling, he can't protect Mo Ran at all.

When Mo Lan entered the kitchen, he scared his subordinates a lot, after all, Mo Ran's skills in frying the kitchen 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 big bag.

A pile of spirit crystals fell out, and a rolling pin, and she found a whisk made by a blacksmith.