The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

"Master, can I participate on next year's New Year's Eve?"

Mo Xiaolan opened her eyes and seemed to be back in Qingling Water Pavilion. In front of her were many faceless people sitting together, enjoying the New Year's Eve dinner.

But suddenly the scene changed, and in the chaos and darkness, a voice came to my ears.

"I once swore to my master that I would drive out all those who killed my relatives and destroyed my home. Now the demons have made a comeback and hurt my master and my fellow disciples. I swear I will not be a human being if I don't take revenge."

The voice was loud, but there was a hint of sadness in the determination.

"Is affection less important than blood?"

It was Zhu Ling's voice. She had always been gentle since childhood, but this time she was really angry.

"Master, this time... this time the little rabbit is really leaving."

Who is it? Who is leaving?

Mo Xiaolan wanted to keep this person, but she couldn't.

"Master, disciple Qi Run..."

"Master, my name is Xianke."

"Sister Xiaolan..."

Who is it? Who are you?

"Mo..." She opened her eyes, and Mo Luofan's familiar face appeared in front of her beside the bed.

Before he could sober up, the man got excited and immediately grabbed her hand, asking anxiously: "What were you reading just now? What?"

"I..." Mo Xiaolan's mind went blank and she couldn't even tell a lie.

But Mo Luofan was still pressing, looking very anxious: "What exactly did you not finish saying just now? Whose name did you want to call?"

"Your Majesty, please don't do this." Mo Xiaolan wanted to take back her hand, but the man was too strong and she couldn't break free.

"Why do you wear a veil even when you sleep? What secrets are hidden under the veil?" He was about to pull it off, but Mo Xiaolan didn't dare to let him pull it off. She quickly shook her head left and right: "Your Excellency, do you know the rules of our clan?"

"Okay, I'll marry you. Can you take off your veil now?"

Damn, why doesn’t this guy play by the rules?

Merofan tore off her veil, but in just a few seconds, he saw through the disguise on her face.

The person in front of her was surprised at first, then his mouth corners slowly rose. Finally, he stood up and looked down at her: "It's you, Mo Xiaolan, you are not dead yet."

She covered her face and tried to run out of the place, but before she reached the door of the room, she was dragged back by the people behind her and thrown onto the edge of the bed, where her head hit heavily on the red nanmu bed.

Mo Luofan approached her step by step, with a more and more terrifying smile on his face: "Since you are resurrected, you should hide in a place where I can't find you, instead of wandering around in front of me. Now that I have found you, let's settle the account, Master..."

"Oh my God!" Mo Xiaolan woke up from her dream with big beads of sweat on her head. She touched her head first and found no pain from any bump. Then she looked around and saw that it was already dawn.

"It was just a dream. I was so scared." She took a few deep breaths and quickly lay down. "No, no, I have to find my body and get away quickly. If I stay here any longer, I'll probably get scared to death."

"Lady Saint, would you like to wash and dress?" The maid at the door heard the noise and asked immediately.

"Ah."

Two maids came in from the door, one holding a copper basin and the other holding a face towel. They helped her get up, wash, and dress. After she was dressed, she went to Nan Ge Hall to discuss matters.

-

"So that's how it is." Mo Luofan cut off a flower in full bloom in front of him, and the flower fell to the ground, looking sad and desolate.

Qing Jing stood behind him, lowered his head, and said slowly: "Now that Lord Youhuang's identity is clear, he is not an assassin. Do we need to remove the people who are secretly observing us?"

"Let's go." He continued to trim the flowers: "You came to see me today, besides this matter, there must be something else."

"You are worthy of being called Your Majesty. You can easily guess my thoughts." Qing Jing smiled brightly and immediately knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, please grant me a marriage."

"Oh..." Mo Luofan stopped pruning the branches and turned to look at him: "Have you finally removed the layer of protection in your heart?"

"Yes, but." He raised his head with a guilty conscience and looked into the eyes of the person in front of him: "I have another request, and I hope Your Majesty can agree to it."

"explain."

"The Ghost King is Yaoyao's brother. I hope he can come to the wedding."

As expected by Qing Jing, as soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him showed a very disgusted expression on his face: "He is Mingyao's family. If I don't let him come, I will be known as a mean subordinate."

Your Majesty, your expression has betrayed you. Qing Jing sighed and smiled secretly in his heart.

"Your Excellency, the Saint Lady is waiting outside the door."

Mo Xiaolan came in front of Mo Luofan. When she saw that person's face, she remembered her dream from yesterday and took a step back unconsciously. She felt a chill on the back of her neck.

"Are you afraid of me?" Mo Luofan asked.

“No.” She said guiltily, “It’s mainly because Lord Demon is so handsome that I was a little blinded by you.”

"Grumpy."

She stuck out her tongue playfully: "But, Your Majesty, why did you call me here?"

"Nothing." Mo Luofan waved and asked Qing Jing to stand up. "In the middle of this month, it is the day to tour the Western Region of the Demon Clan. I wanted to take you and Qing Jing with me, and summoned you here for this purpose. But now Qing Jing is getting married, so it will be postponed to the middle of next month. You go down and prepare, and check the past historical records. After all, this is your first mission as a saint."

"Yes, I will take your orders."

"It's nothing, you can go down."

After Mo Xiaolan left, Qing Jing couldn't help laughing out loud: "Your Majesty, you said this so quickly. You asked her to come here. Do you think she has a relationship with Madam?"

"Yes, to be honest, from the first day she came, I felt that there must be something wrong with her, but..." Mo Luofan used the scissors to cut off the best blooming flower: "I am confident that if Master wakes up, the first thing he will do is to reunite with me, and will not wander around me with a new identity."

He looked a little sad: "Qing Jing, tell me, Master hasn't forgiven me, so she doesn't want to be with me. If she stays by my side with a new identity, is it to test whether my heart is still as firm as before?"

"Your Majesty, she is not the Madam."

"I know...I...know."

-

Before Mo Xiaolan entered the palace, someone pulled her over. Thinking it was some criminal, she was about to scream when she heard a ding-ding-ding sound in her ears. This time she didn't have to shout for help.

Ming Yao took her and walked into her palace, and cast a mysterious barrier.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mo Xiaolan sat on a stone bench, supporting her chin with both hands. When she saw the fruit plate in front of her, she immediately picked up a grape and put it in her mouth. It was so sour that she almost spit it out: "You put such a sour thing here, who are you trying to poison?"

"Is it sour? I haven't tasted it yet." Ming Yao also sat down and threw a grape into her mouth. As a result, her face instantly turned green from the sour taste.

After waiting for a while for the sour taste in her mouth to subside, Mo Xiaolan asked, "Why did you bring me here? And you even set up a barrier secretly. Are you trying to make me sour to death in here?"

"No, wait..."

Before he could finish his words, Qing Jing rushed into the barrier, panting: "Misses, is there something wrong with your ears? I'm shouting at the back, can't you hear me?"

The two men rebuked each other and laughed, wondering how they could tell this stupid snake that it just liked watching him trying to catch up but failing.

After shouting all the way, Qing Jing felt a little thirsty. He picked up a handful of grapes on the table and threw them into the group to quench his thirst, but they were so sour that he almost vomited his gallbladder.

"Who are you trying to poison with these sour grapes?"

"Come on, come on. It's fine if one person talks about it. Why are so many people talking about it?" Ming Yao puffed out her cheeks and poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. "I've also set up a barrier. People outside will just think we're just chatting. Let's get this done quickly."

Qing Jing sat down, took a deep breath, and faced Mo Xiaolan a little nervously, as if he was facing an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time. He wanted to be casual, but he became restrained unconsciously: "I already know that you are Lord Mo Xiaolan's business."

"Ah!" This time it was Mo Xiaolan who was shocked. She stood up immediately and said, "It's over, it's over, I'd better pack up my things and run away."

"Relax, relax." Ming Yao comforted him, "Qing Jing is on our side, he won't complain."

"Yes." Qing Jing nodded, and quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Your body is in the Spiritual Spring Room of the Demon Lord's bedroom. Apart from Your Excellency, I am the only one who knows everything about it, because that place was designed and supervised by me personally."

Mo Xiaolan sat down again, took his tea, and continued listening to him.

"But it is very difficult to enter there. There is a Azure Dragon sitting in the formation. If you don't have the token of the Lord, ordinary people will be hurt. That's why you were bounced out last time. Moreover, this formation has telepathy with the Demon Lord. It can be said to be a watertight formation. But I have a way to send you in without anyone noticing."

"any solution."

"We'll talk about this later. Let's talk about our plan first." He conjured up a piece of paper out of thin air, which was filled with the topography of Nange Palace. "Our plan is set on the day of my wedding with Mingyao. At noon the day before, I will use an excuse to enter the Lingquan Pool and bring you in, using a puppet as your substitute. On the second day, the Ghost King will come. After you steal his body, you will send the Ghost King out of the city in the name of the Saint Girl escorting the bride. At the same time, Mingyao and I will hold Your Majesty back to buy time for you."

"What will you do when Mo Luofan finds out?"

"Don't worry about that." Ming Yao said, "We will disguise this as an accident, where the demon saint stole the immortal's true body and wanted to use it to improve her cultivation, but she went astray and became possessed, and both of them were destroyed."

Qing Jing looked at Ming Yao, who returned his gaze and spoke to him through her consciousness: "If you don't say this, Sister Mo will definitely worry about us. Once she recovers, if she chooses my brother, this will be the end of the plan. If she chooses Your Majesty, my brother will definitely send her back."

Only then did Qing Jing feel relieved.