Traveling through time and space to become the richest woman and falling in love with the young mast

Qingliu knelt down with a plop, her voice filled with tears: "Miss, this is all my fault. I must have bought the wrong thing, which led to your failure in refining the medicine."

Dongfang Qingmo knew in his heart that this was not Qingliu's problem, so he naturally would not easily vent his anger on others.

She sighed softly and said gently, "It has nothing to do with you, get up quickly."

However, Qingliu still knelt on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes, and she blamed herself.

"It's getting late, go get some rest."

Dongfang Qingmo shook her head helplessly. She knew very well that her problems could not be blamed on others, so she got up and went back into the house to continue reading the books about alchemy.

"!!!!!!"

Suddenly, her eyes widened and an expression of surprise appeared on her face.

It turned out that in the corner of the last page, there was a small note that she had overlooked - to refine the medicine, one needs to use internal force to flip the herbs, turning them into powder and then condensing them into pills.

"What?!"

Dongfang Qingmo couldn't help but cry out. She suddenly realized why she had failed to refine the medicine just now...

It turned out that because of this, she had no idea that she needed to use her internal energy to activate the herbs. Therefore, even if she tried a hundred or a thousand times, she probably wouldn't succeed.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Qingmo suddenly felt extremely depressed. She lay powerlessly on the table, her mood falling to the bottom.

Dongfang Qingmo frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "Refinement also requires internal strength!"

When Yunmei heard this, she was stunned. She didn't understand this because the Dongfang family always bought their medicine from the pharmacy.

Sister Yun asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Miss, can this servant help me activate my inner strength? Will it be successful?"

Dongfang Qingmo shook his head helplessly and explained: "No, it must be my own..."

After hearing this, Yunmei couldn't help but feel depressed. She knew that she could not help the young lady to refine the elixir.

Dongfang Qingmo sighed and said, "You go down first. I need to rest."

Yunmei asked with concern, "What about dinner?"

Dongfang Qingmo thought for a moment and replied, "I'll call you if I need you."

Yunmei nodded and said softly, "Yes, Miss." Then she turned and left the room.

Dongfang Qingmo was the only one left in the room. She slowly took off her clothes, then crawled into the warm bed, covered her head and didn't want to do anything.

Yu Jing came over once and asked softly, "Sister Yun, has Mo'er eaten yet?"

Yunmei shook her head and replied, "No."

Yu Jing frowned and asked in confusion, "Why is Mo'er suddenly interested in refining medicine?"

Yunmei lowered her head and replied, "Madam, I don't know..."

Yu Jing continued to ask: "What happened recently?"

Yunmei thought for a moment and replied, "Miss, she just reads books and eats fruit every day. Nothing special has happened!"

Yu Jing sighed and went back to find Dongfang Qiong helplessly.

"Husband, Mo'er went to rest without having dinner." Yu Jing said worriedly.

Dongfang Qiong said in surprise: "Ah? How can that be! I'll go find her!"

Yu Jing held him close and comforted him, "He's already asleep. Mo'er has changed a lot since he got sick this time."

"You're worrying too much. Mo'er hasn't changed?!"

Yu Jing shook her head and said in a deep voice, "You are too rough."

"Um???"

Yu Jing gave him a sad look and said, "Oh, I won't tell you anymore. You won't understand even if I tell you!"

I hope she is just overthinking it.

Dongfang Qiong watched the scene speechlessly.

A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea!

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Dongfang Qingmo slept until he woke up naturally.

A good night's sleep will help me adjust my mood.

"Someone, prepare some water, I want to take a bath!"

Chunhua's voice came from outside the house, "Yes, Miss."

After Dongfang Qingmo finished taking a bath, he asked someone to prepare some porridge.

Just when they were enjoying their meal, Dongfang Qiong came with a group of people, carrying a dozen medicine furnaces.

Big and small, all kinds of things.

When Dongfang Qingmo walked up to him, Dongfang Qiong was giving orders.

"Dad, what is this?"

Dongfang Qiong: "Mo'er, you're awake. Dad went out to takeout early in the morning and collected all kinds of good furnaces. You can refine them at will. If they break, tell Dad and I'll buy more. But you have to promise me one thing: you can't starve yourself anymore!"

Dongfang Qingmo felt warm in his heart.

"Dad, I don't want to practice anymore. I don't need it anymore."

Dongfang Qiong thought Dongfang Qingmo was still immersed in failure, so he encouraged him, "Mo'er, we can't be afraid of losing. Daddy supports you, keep practicing!"

Dongfang Qingmo waved his hand and said, "Dad, I really don't want to practice anymore. I don't have the talent for this."

"How could that be? My Mo'er is the best." Dongfang Qiong frowned and looked at Dongfang Qingmo with dissatisfaction, thinking that she shouldn't have said that about him. So he decisively ordered: "Come, go to the pharmacy immediately and buy all the herbs that can be used to make medicine."

Dongfang Qingmo frowned, sighed helplessly, and explained, "Daddy, refining medicine requires internal energy..."

"Huh?!" Dongfang Qiong opened his mouth in surprise, scratched his head, and said in confusion, "I've never heard of this..."

Dongfang Qingmo was speechless as she looked at her father. But she patiently explained, "Dad, refining medicine requires inner strength to control the heat and temperature. Otherwise, the herbs will burn or lose their effectiveness. Therefore, those without inner strength cannot refine pills."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Dongfang Qiong nodded in sudden realization. "Then what should we do? Are we just going to give up like this?"

Dongfang Qingmo shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Dad, I can only give up this idea for now."

Dongfang Qiong was a little disappointed after hearing what his daughter said, but he still nodded to show his understanding.

After all, this is a reality that they have to face.

"Alright." Dongfang Qiong sighed helplessly, "Carry all these to the warehouse."

"Thank you, Dad!" Dongfang Qingmo looked at his father gratefully, then smiled happily.

Dongfang Qiong felt incredibly warmed when he saw his daughter's sweet smile. He loved his children deeply and was willing to give everything for them.

"Play by yourself. Dad has something to do. See you at lunch." Dongfang Qiong gently touched Dongfang Qingmo's hair, then turned and left.

"Well, Daddy, you've worked hard." Dongfang Qingmo answered obediently, his eyes full of gratitude.

Dongfang Qiong was deeply moved and thought: If it were that brat Dongfang Qingshui, he would never hear such intimate words in his life.

After watching Dongfang Qiong leave, Dongfang Qingmo returned to the house to continue eating.

After breakfast, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry.

Dongfang Qingmo lay comfortably in the rocking chair in the courtyard, enjoying the warm sunshine and thinking about life.

Everything is fine, except a bit boring.

There are no mobile phones, televisions, computers, or even basic entertainment activities here.

She began to wonder what else she could do to pass the time.

"Sister Yun." Dongfang Qingmo tried to break the silence, but he was suddenly speechless when the words came to his lips.

"Miss, I'm here." Yunmei responded respectfully.

Dongfang Qingmo tried hard to organize his words, trying to find a suitable way to ask Yunmei about the daily preferences of the young ladies from aristocratic families.

After all, the original owner's memory seemed to only contain traditional talents such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she wanted to try something new.

Just then, a bold idea came to my mind - maybe I could try writing a novel.

With her current family background and resources, if she could write a wonderful work, it would definitely cause a sensation.

Thinking of this, she became very excited and decided to take action immediately.

So, Dongfang Qingmo decisively waved his hand and said loudly: "Pen and ink are at your service!"

"Yes, Miss." Yunmei responded quickly, and soon, a desk appeared in the yard, with the four treasures of the study neatly placed on it.

Dahua was grinding ink carefully and ready to work.

"Miss, everything is ready." Yunmei reminded softly.

Dongfang Qingmo smiled and nodded, then couldn't wait to pick up the brush and began to conceive her novel world.

Yu Jing walked in with Xiaoyan.

"Mo'er?"

Dongfang Qingmo heard the voice, looked up, and said happily, "Mother!"

Yu Jing walked to the desk with a smile, looked at the familiar handwriting, and asked gently, "Mo'er, what's this?"

Yu Jing cursed herself inwardly, she must have been thinking too much, how could Mo'er change!

Dongfang Qingmo waved at her, a cheerful smile on her face: "Mom, come and see, your daughter is practicing calligraphy!"

Yu Jing smiled as she walked to the desk, picked up the paper and began to read it, her eyes filled with joy: "Mo'er's handwriting is getting better and better."

Hearing his mother's praise, Dongfang Qingmo smiled a little embarrassedly: "Mother..."

My face turned red from being praised, but I was secretly complaining in my heart.

This is not her handwriting, but the handwriting of the original owner.

At this time, Dongfang Qingmo had no idea that Yu Jing and Dongfang Qingshui had begun to suspect her.

Yu Jing held out her hand, and Xiao Yan handed her the box. Yu Jing opened the box and took out an exquisite peace locket from it.

"Mo'er, I remember giving you a peace amulet before. Where did you put it? Mother asked for another peace locket for you." Yu Jing said gently to Dongfang Qingmo.

Dongfang Qingmo took the amulet and replied happily, "I put it under my pillow. Thank you, mother!"

"Do you like it?" Yu Jing asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I like it very much!" Dongfang Qingmo nodded heavily.

Yu Jing was completely relieved, thinking that she must have been overthinking it, Mo'er was still the same Mo'er.

When children grow up, they may just be bored staying at home, so they look for something to do.

It must be so.

"Mom, when are you going out of the house? Can you take me with you?" Dongfang Qingmo looked at Yu Jing expectantly.

Yu Jing smiled, her eyes full of love: "In two days, the old lady of the Cheng Mansion will celebrate her birthday. Mo'er and I will go together then."

"Okay, mother!" Dongfang Qingmo nodded happily, his heart full of anticipation for leaving the house.

After a few more pleasantries, Yu Jing dispelled her doubts and stood up to leave. After all, as the mistress of the house, she still had many matters to attend to.

Dongfang Qingmo picked up another piece of rice paper and officially began writing the main text. The verses he had casually written before were just practice.

She sat at her desk, writing carefully, stroke by stroke. It must be said that writing is not an easy task. Sometimes she would get stuck, and sometimes she would feel that some part was not perfect and needed to be rethought.

After writing more than two thousand words, Dongfang Qingmo finally gave up helplessly.

The muscle memory of writing with a brush forced her to write every stroke carefully.

This caused her to write unusually slowly.

According to this process, it will take at least a year and a half to write.

If I want to finish writing a work of 300,000 or 400,000 words, I don’t know how long it will take.

In just a short while, she felt that her brain cells were about to be exhausted.

Dongfang Qingmo gently rubbed his sore wrist, turned to Yunmei and said, "Yunmei, put them all away."

"Yes, Miss." Yunmei responded obediently and carefully sorted the papers on the table.

Dongfang Qingmo sighed, walked slowly to the rattan chair, sat down, and slumped down. She lay there listlessly like a deflated ball, with a melancholy look on her face.

She muttered to herself: "Thirds of a time, there's no such thing as a three. I've tried it three times, why didn't I succeed once?" This made her feel extremely frustrated and lost.

She really knows how to thank people. She feels like she is not good at anything and is just a loser.

The more she thought about it, the more useless she felt, and her mood became increasingly depressed.

Finally, she shook her head helplessly and consoled herself: "Forget it, let it be destroyed. Instead of dwelling on these things, why not just enjoy life, eat, drink, and have a good time!"

So, she decided not to think about those annoying things, but to relax and enjoy the present moment.

Time flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

The next morning, as soon as the sun rose, Dongfang Qingmo couldn't wait to get up and start dressing herself. She carefully put on a delicate makeup and put on a light pink gauze dress, looking particularly beautiful.

Afterwards, she went to find Yu Jing happily.

When she saw Yu Jing, she excitedly shouted, "Mom!!"

I can go out and play again!

Yu Jing heard her call and responded with a smile: "Mo'er, you're here at the right time, let's go!" It turned out that Yu Jing was also about to look for her.

Dongfang Qingmo walked quickly to Yu Jing's side, his eyes sparkling with joy, and exclaimed: "Mom, you look so beautiful today!"

Her praise brought a happy smile to Yu Jing's face.

Yu Jing smiled and patted Dongfang Qingmo's head, saying, "You're the only one who talks sweetly."

The two smiled at each other, then got on the carriage together and headed towards Cheng Mansion.

"Mom, why didn't my brother go?" Dongfang Qingmo asked curiously.

As the head of the family, Dongfang Qiong is busy with daily affairs and has no time to attend such gatherings. Dongfang Qingmo is well aware of this.

But Dongfang Qingshui was different. Logically, since he was still unmarried, he should have attended such an event. Maybe he could meet the woman of his dreams here!

Yu Jing replied, "Qingshui's appearance is really not suitable for going out."