Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Mother asked Ranmo about Qingsheng's family situation. Ranmo answered all of her questions, mentioning that this trip involved military matters and that Qingsheng had to return home after completing his duties. He didn't dare go into too much detail, as some things had to be kept secret to avoid damaging public stability.

Mother didn't ask any more questions. Ranmo thought of the last time they went to Miaofeng Mountain and asked, "Mother, what did you mean by the verse you said to Qingsheng last time? It was like a riddle."

Her mother looked at her and said, "Did Qingsheng ask you to ask?" "Oh, I'm being overly suspicious. Qingsheng won't ask about things you don't want to talk about. I'm just curious. Do you know Qingsheng's father too?"

Hearing this question, her mother's face showed a look of three parts coldness, five parts sadness, and two parts sweetness. But she waved her hand and said, "I told you, don't ask about the affairs of the past. The most important thing is to live the present life well." After a while, she felt that if she didn't say something, she might not be able to quell the girl's curiosity, so she slowly explained some of the reasons.

"There are many hidden secrets behind this matter. Mother played a less than glorious role during this period, and even had some conflicts with Qingsheng's mother. There are many things that cannot be helped. Saying or doing it would hurt feelings, while turning a blind eye would undermine the greater good. This is also a thrilling and tortuous fate and tragedy!"

Ran Mo was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected such a complicated story. No wonder his mother wouldn't talk about it. When he mentioned that his mother and he had a conflict, he couldn't help but worry about what Qing Sheng would think if he knew about it, so he asked his mother a few more questions about it.

Her mother glanced at her and said, "You are quite picky about asking questions! I can only tell you that many things between women are actually caused by men. If it weren't for that bastard old Lord," she stopped talking, looked at Ran Mo with a little embarrassment, and continued, "it would be Qingsheng's father, who relied on his good looks to fool women around.

That's fine, but I shouldn't have had such undue expectations, nearly causing such a scene. Luckily, a chance encounter averted the danger. Those involved also kept silent about the incident. That's how we were able to live peacefully. Do you think it's necessary to stir up trouble when it's not already there?

In her haste, her mother even resorted to vulgar language. Ranmo was bewildered by the rapid-fire narration. Hearing that this matter was too serious to discuss, he gave up the thought of asking further. If Qingsheng asked about it someday, he would just pick out the unimportant details and tell him.

When he was about to go to sleep late at night, he heard someone knocking on the door and calling Ranmo's name. From the sound of the voice, it was undoubtedly Qingsheng.

Ran Mo quickly opened the door and welcomed him in. He was dressed in a smart black suit, like a night walker.

Before Ranmo could ask, Qingsheng told her he had to take a bus to Dayue City early the next morning. He was afraid he wouldn't have time to say goodbye, so he came in the evening. "Sorry to bother you."

Ran Mo felt regretful and had wanted to talk to him tomorrow. However, he also knew that this trip was important, so he told him to be careful and not to worry.

Qingsheng smiled upon hearing this. Ranmo was also a little embarrassed. The other person hadn't even mentioned being concerned yet, but he suddenly brought it up.

Mother, hearing the noise, came over. Qingsheng hurriedly bowed and greeted her, saying that he had been deeply concerned about his aunt's well-being since their last separation at Miaofeng Mountain. Mother looked at him lovingly, saying that Qingsheng had become more sensible and was now able to share in the responsibilities of serving the country and the family.

The few of them exchanged soothing words for a while. Qingsheng was about to leave, asking them to rest. The mother and daughter walked Qingsheng to the gate of the courtyard, but Qingsheng said there was no need to walk him off. His mother added, "Have you mentioned what we talked about last time to your father?"

Qingsheng said he hadn't seen his father last time, so he hadn't mentioned it yet. If his aunt didn't think it was necessary, then he wouldn't bring it up. His mother looked at him with satisfaction and said, "I'm afraid bringing up these things now will delay important matters. It won't be too late to bring it up later when there's more progress."

Qingsheng agreed and was about to leave when Ranmo called him back and quickly took off the heavy jade pendant from around his neck and handed it to Qingsheng, asking him to wear it as a protective object.

Qingsheng paused. His mother smiled approvingly. Qingsheng took it, gave Ranmo a knowing smile of gratitude, and placed the jade pendant in his arms.

After saying goodbye to the mother and daughter, Qingsheng turned around and walked away quickly, his figure disappearing into the night.

The mother and daughter went back to their rooms to rest. Ranmo lay in bed, unable to sleep. He had spent the past few days with Qingsheng, even sleeping with him. The sudden separation was a bit strange, and a sense of loneliness washed over him.

On the one hand, she prayed for peace between countries and Qingsheng's safe return, but on the other hand, she didn't know how to spend the rest of her days, as if she had lost her goal.

Thinking back to her earlier discussion with Qingsheng about female generals and female lawyers, she longed to practice martial arts and study military tactics, so that one day she could join Qingsheng on the battlefield to defend her country. Even if it meant just being a small soldier or a staff member, as long as she could be by his side, it would be enough.

She also recalled the military station compound in her previous life, near the train station, which was responsible for receiving passing soldiers. On the stone walls on either side of the large iron gate were engraved slogans: "Military and civilians united as one, who in the world can defeat us?"

The compound was furnished with neatly arranged military dormitories. Sometimes, when I went there, I could see soldiers in green uniforms exercising or brushing their teeth and washing their faces. Access to the compound was free on weekdays, but stricter controls were enforced during receptions.

The children would rush to get some good food. Xiaogang, who lived at the military station, became their guide. The kind-hearted chef in the kitchen generously gave them a small treat, a warm and delicious memory in those days of scarcity.

One year, something significant seemed to have happened, and the students were organized to gather at the train station for a welcoming ceremony. As a special green train slowly pulled into the station, the soldiers inside waved to them, and they, in turn, raised their wreaths and cheered in unison for the brave warriors. The entire platform was a sea of ​​jubilation.

Later, we watched a movie called "The Garland at the Foot of the Mountain." We were all deeply moved by the soldiers' heroic spirit and fighting spirit in defending their country.

The image and reputation of soldiers have always been very good. We often encounter them in daily life, especially in situations where they need help.

Once, Ranmo was catching a long-distance train home. Because she was too slow, she wasted time and met a taxi driver who drove very slowly. He dropped her off quite a distance from the train station and left.

Ranmo dragged his heavy suitcase, feeling anxious. Train tickets were very hard to buy before the Lunar New Year, and missing this one would be troublesome. If he continued walking slowly like this, he would definitely miss the train.

Just at this moment, she saw two soldiers in green uniforms passing by, and she greeted them and asked for help as if she saw a savior.

After hearing the news, they came over and grabbed Ranmo's suitcase and bag without saying a word. The three of them ran to the ticket gate together and finally entered the station a minute before the ticket inspection stopped.

Ranmo stood at the ticket gate and thanked them profusely. They smiled, waved, and left. Ranmo was deeply moved.

Ranmo didn't know much about ancient soldiers, but she assumed they were disciplined and courageous. She believed a man like Qingsheng would also be a hero in the army. Only with them charging at the front could they protect their homes and families.

Ranmo decided that starting tomorrow, she would find a few more books on military strategy besides law. Maybe they would come in handy, even if it was just to offer some advice.

The next morning, she woke up early and rushed to a bookstore she'd frequented before, hoping to find any books on military strategy. The shopkeeper's eyes widened, and he said they never sold such books. And rightly so, who would bother studying military strategy? It would probably get her into trouble if others found out.

Ranmo went to the library again to inquire, but still found nothing. However, the bookkeeper quietly told her that such books were often kept privately by the people. The powerful families with military responsibilities would definitely have them, but ordinary people rarely saw them.

Ranmo sighed. She couldn't go to Qingsheng's house to borrow it. Just as she was at a loss, an idea suddenly struck her. In her previous life, she'd enjoyed reading war novels and ancient texts like "The Art of War." She remembered a memory training class she'd signed up for, which had used the Thirty-Six Stratagems as a memorization tool. It had been a while, though, so she had to hurry up and recall it. Perhaps she could still memorize it.

After returning home, she spread out her pen and paper and began to ponder. Familiar strategies like the sowing of spies and the honey trap came to mind effortlessly. But some lesser-known strategies were difficult for her to recall. She could only study what she had already written, trying to recall and ponder more.

This wasn't something that could be accomplished overnight or with just a superficial understanding. Ranmo decided to spend some time studying it, hoping to see if he could put it into practice and practice in the future.

Tomorrow she has to go to school, plus she has to review her law lessons. I never thought being an ancient person would be so busy. Was this her own fault, or was it her fate?