Morning Star

She was stunned for a moment, her mind worked rapidly, she quietly put one hand behind her back and pinched her waist hard, then tears flowed out like a spring.

Xiang Tingqin hurried to her side.

Seeing Chujiu crying, he wiped her tears distressedly. Then he looked at Chu Congnan and said unhappily, "Okay, stop crying. Your father is angry because he is worried about you."

After hearing this, Chujiu felt better. However, just as she felt some psychological comfort, she said, "We should only scold our daughter behind closed doors. If we say it outside, people who don't know will think we are abusing our daughter."

“???” Chujiu looked up and stared at Xiang Tingqin in disbelief.

"I..." Chu Congnan felt a little guilty after hearing what she said. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Chujiu moved a little distance away from Tingqin and looked at her aggrievedly: "Mother, am I your biological child?"

Xiang Tingqin was unhappy and knocked her on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about? Of course you are my biological daughter."

Chu Congnan, who was being talked to by Xiang Tingqin, glanced at Mo Xinglan and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. Why did you follow the third young master of the Mo family back?"

She looked at Mo Xinglan and thought for a moment. She shamelessly hugged Chu Congnan's arm and said aggrievedly: "Daddy, if it weren't for Master Mo, I'm afraid you would never see your daughter again. Woohoo..."

"...Speak nicely. What do you mean we'll never see each other again?" Chu Congnan pushed her away with disgust.

She went forward and hugged Chu Congnan, crying without blushing or beating her heart: "It was those young ladies and gentlemen from the noble families who went out with me to train. They don't like our Chu family, but they dare not disrespect our Chu family directly. They saw me, whose cultivation is mediocre and easy to bully, and pushed me, me, off the cliff. Wow... It hurts so much! If it weren't for Master Mo who saved me, how could I come back to see you and mother!"

After saying that, he did not forget to glance at Mo Xinglan.

"..."

Mo Xinglan was speechless after hearing this.

On the way back, she did almost fall off the cliff, but it was only a close call.

But it was true that he saved her.

But he has played tricks on her many times, why doesn't she say anything?

Chu Congnan once again pushed Chujiu away in disdain, looked at Mo Xinglan and asked, "Is it really like that?"

"To reply, Senior Chu, it is true." He reluctantly treated the accident that day as what she said.

Although Chu Congnan didn't say it on the surface, he still admired Mo Xinglan in his heart. Among all the young people in the Mo family, only this boy could catch his eye. So he still believed what Mo Xinglan said.

So he nodded, his tone finally improved, and said: "Thank you Xinglan for saving Hun girl's life."

"Senior Chu, you are too polite." Mo Xinglan lowered his head slightly with a humble and polite attitude.

"..." Chujiu looked at the black-hearted evildoer in front of him who looked gentle, polite and well-mannered. He thought, pretend, just pretend.

Afterwards, Chu Congnan and Mo Xinglan exchanged a few words of greeting, and Mo Xinglan suggested that they should leave as it was getting late.

Chu Congnan originally wanted to keep him, but changed his mind and agreed to it.

Before leaving, Mo Xinglan looked at Chujiu meaningfully, then turned around and jumped onto the back of the white-winged beast without any reluctance.

Looking at the receding figure, she felt a sense of reluctance inexplicably deep in her heart.

"Still looking? Everyone has gone far away." Xiang Tingqin pulled her over.

Could it be that this girl has fallen in love with Xing Lan?

Then he thought about it and curled his lips slightly. He had a good eye, Xing Lan was very handsome.

……

There was a long distance between the Chu Family in Wangfeng City and the Mo Family in Wuzhong City. Even with the white-winged beast, it would take an hour.

At night, a white-winged beast was flying high in the sky, with a handsome young man sitting on its back, his long hair and clothes fluttering in the air.

Without the chattering girl by his side, he felt that the world had suddenly become so quiet, with no signs of life.

When did he get used to her noise? Didn't he belong to the night?

As night fell, the white-winged beast and the boy merged into the darkness.

When Mo Xinglan returned to the Mo family, it was already late in the evening.

As usual, he walked into the side yard where he had lived for more than ten years. There was an old plum tree in the yard. There were no maids or servants, and no servants to sweep the floor. Because of this, after just a few days of absence, the yard was covered with a layer of dead branches and leaves.

Ignoring the dead leaves on the ground, he walked to the bedroom door. His slender, white, bony hands gently pushed the door open. He slowly walked into the room and lit the candle.

Sure enough, there was a thin layer of dust on the table and the stool. Fortunately, he closed the bed curtains when he left, so the dust couldn't get in. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to sleep tonight.

He walked out, picked up a rag beside him, wiped the table and stools as usual, and then hung the rag back to dry.

When he entered the house and looked at the few simple furnishings inside, he felt for the first time since then that his world was so quiet, dead silent, and without any sound.

She should be asleep now. She is greedy, lazy and confused. She has been walking all day and must be sleeping soundly now.

and many more! ! !

What was he thinking about? Shouldn't he be thinking about his own business? How could he have time to think about her? Over the past few days, he had been infected by her and had begun to get confused.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Xinglan walked into the room in a white bathrobe. His black hair was scattered casually behind his back, with a few strands draped over his shoulders and sliding down to his chest.

He walked to the bed, and just as his fair hands lifted a corner of the bed curtain, he paused and glanced sideways in the direction of the door.

somebody is coming.

Yes, today is the tenth day of the lunar month, how could he have forgotten about this.

"Boom boom boom!"

After three knocks on the door, a woman's voice sounded: "Third Master, the master asked me to come and get blood."

"..."

Oh, you still won’t let me go even at this late hour?

Under the candlelight, a cold light filled with hatred flashed across his dark eyes.

The next second, his eyes returned to their usual indifferent state.

When I walked to the door and opened it, I saw a girl with long bangs parted in the middle.

She was holding a table with an ivory-white, spherical porcelain jar with a lid and a short knife on it.

Mo Yun is the apprentice of Mo Hengsong, the head of the Mo family. She is seventeen years old this year. Since Mo Xinglan turned fifteen, she always came to the side yard with a white porcelain jar filled with blood.

Since Mo Yun came to the Mo family and became the disciple of the Mo family master, this was the first time she saw Mo Xinglan in white clothes with his hair down. She was so distracted by him that she even forgot what she came here for.

A hint of disgust flashed across Mo Xinglan's eyes, but then returned to normal in just a moment.

He turned and walked to the table and said, "Put it on the table."

After saying that, he sat on the log stool.

Mo Yun paused, then came back to his senses. He carried the table to the table and placed it on the table. He took the white porcelain jar and placed it in front of Mo Xinglan, then opened the lid and placed it aside.

Mo Xinglan raised his left hand and rolled up his wide sleeves to reveal his fair wrist. He then picked up the short knife on the table and mercilessly cut a bloody wound on his wrist.

The bright red blood gushed out all of a sudden, forming a red blood line that fell into the white porcelain jar.

As the amount of blood in the white porcelain jar increased, the sweet fragrance in the air became stronger and stronger. At the beginning, it was only possible to smell it deliberately, but now it can be smelled even without paying attention.

Before long, the white porcelain jar was filled with blood.

After the white porcelain jar was filled, Mo Xinglan put down his left hand and immediately gathered spiritual energy at the wound on his wrist, one to nourish the wound and the other to stop the bleeding.

At this time, Mo Xinglan's face was pale, and his originally red lips had turned a light pink. A trace of cold sweat remained on his forehead. His eyes were dazed for a moment.

After a while, Mo Yun did not respond. Mo Xinglan showed a hint of impatience and asked softly, "Anything else?"

"?!...No, it's okay."

Mo Yun then realized that he was distracted again when looking at him. After answering hurriedly, he closed the white porcelain jar.

After packing up his things, he picked up the table as he had come, and as he left, he casually said, "Third Young Master, have a good rest."

After saying that, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him as he went out.

This was the first time she told him to have a good rest, and her face was now red.

Inside the house, Mo Xinglan, who was still sitting on the stool, noticed that Mo Yun had left the side yard, so he stood up, supporting himself on the table with his right hand.

As soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy. Fortunately, he held on to the table and did not fall.

He slowed down and walked towards the bed.

*

"Miss, Miss, Miss..." A timid girl's voice sounded in Chujiu's ears.

"Don't make noise..." Chujiu murmured, turned over and continued to sleep.

"Miss, you, you should get up, otherwise, the master will be angry." Seeing that the person on the bed had no intention of getting up, the girl continued to work tirelessly.

"Oh... just be angry..." Chujiu murmured with his eyes closed.

"Miss..." The girl remained the same.

"Ah~~~..." Chujiu finally couldn't stand the girl's screaming voice anymore and sat up reluctantly.

"Miss, miss...you should get up." The girl was frightened by Chujiu's reluctant look and knelt on the ground and stammered.

"..." Chujiu then opened his eyes and turned to look at the bed.

But, where is the person? Where did he go? Wasn't he here just now?

This woke her up immediately. She thought there was a ghost in the morning.

"Miss, the master said that the eldest young master is back, and he asked you to get up early." The girl knelt on the ground and buried her head in the back of her scarred hands that were supporting the ground.

"?!" Chujiu finally realized what was happening. It turned out that the person was kneeling on the ground. She wondered how come the person was there just now and suddenly disappeared.

"What are you doing kneeling on the ground so early in the morning? Get up quickly." Chujiu said dissatisfiedly to the girl on the ground.

The girl is Luluo, the personal maid of the original owner Chujiu. She will be fourteen in two months. The reason why she speaks so hesitantly is not because she stutters, but because she is often abused by the original owner Chujiu, so she is afraid of Chujiu.