Chapter 150: A Swerve Of Fate [I]
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"Foster father, I really don't dare to accept this order." Zhao Ling was really scared a bit, so she didn't dare to accept this Mozi order easily.
"Qingshan won't misunderstand people. Now that he has decided to pass this order to you, he must believe that you can take on this important task, and hope that Princess Xuan will not refuse in the future." On the side, Mo Qingshan's cousin persuaded her.
The two uncles also nodded, and obviously had no opinion on Mo Qingshan's decision.
But Zhao Ling was still hesitant. She wasn't afraid of trouble, just worried that she couldn't take the responsibility. Although she was not a person who belittled herself, but Momen was the number one sect in the world after all, how could she command the world's heroes as a female leader?
"Ling'er, the Mo family can be suppressed, but the Mo family can't be scattered. FReedom now on, your foster father will be far away in the barren city, so it is useless to keep this token here. Bearing in mind that the life of your foster father was preserved with the death-free golden token by you, I now pass the Order of Mozi on to you. I believe that no one in the Momen will object to this. Since you call me your adoptive father, you are naturally half of the Mo family. Do you have the heart to watch the Momen fall apart and let your adoptive father's face be faceless after his death?"
Since Mo Qingshan had put all his words into this, Zhao Ling felt that it seemed a little unreasonable for her to refuse. She had never been a hypocritical person, and she decided to accept it calmly. After all, she did care about her adopted father and the Momen people.
She stretched out her hands and solemnly took this heavy black token.
This Mozi was only the size of Zhao Ling's open palm, but it was made of black gold. It had a thick texture and a smooth feel. Except for the traditional Chinese character "ink" engraved on the front of the token, there were no other patterns and textures. It was low-key. A sense of solemnity.
"Ling'er will follow the orders of the righteous father, and I will do my best in the future to make good use of this order and live up to the orders of the righteous father."
Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass was green. In life, there were only so many separations, and a pot of turbid wine could fill up the rest of the joy.
The Mo family was an aristocratic martial arts family, and everyone in the Mo family was a proud and straightforward person, and there was not much sadness in the farewell scene.
Lu Ziqing gave an order, and the escort team continued to set off. The ancient road outside the city, the hoofs of horses neighed, and the dust was raised to the sky.
In the midst of the autumn wind, Zhao Ling stood quietly outside the pavilion, watching the Mo family's team gradually disappear from sight. For a moment, she only felt that the Mozi Token in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand jins.
"Ling'er." Meng Yuan's familiar low voice came from his ears.
She crouched down and looked at him. He raised his hand and stroked her cheeks, which were slightly flushed by the wind, and wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Ling'er, don't be sad."
"Well." Zhao Ling sniffed, nodded, and leaned on his knees obediently, "It's just that I was fascinated by the wind, it doesn't matter."
The evening wind was blowing, the sun was setting in the west, the ancient road was quiet, the pavilion was long, and only Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan were left cuddling each other.
***
A month later, Zhao Ling received a letter from Mo Qingshan through Lu Ziqing.
Although there were only a few words in the letter, she was relieved to know that the Mo family was all right in the barren city.
Thinking that she should also reply to the letter to greet her, she asked Qingluo to take out the pen and ink, sit down at the table, spread out the letter paper, and write the letter with the pen.
The experience of writing letters word by word like this, appeared to be a long time ago for Zhao Ling, not to mention the crossing over of her soul into a different world.
Fortunately, Zhao Ling had learned calligraphy since she was a child, and she could still make characters with a hairpin in small script, but she was not familiar with some traditional characters, so she had to use simplified characters instead.
She could only hope that Mo Qingshan would probably understand it.
She finished the letter and was about to give it to Qingluo to send it to Lu Ziqing, but Luzhu ran into the house at this moment, panting, "My lady, miss. Zhengxi... The wife of General Zhengxi is here. She came here, saying that I have to look for you."
Mrs. Zhengxi? Zhao Ling couldn't remember who she was for a while, and tapped her forehead for a while. Wasn't General Zhengxi Chu Pingchuan the adoptive father of Feng Ze, so wasn't the wife of General Zhengxi Feng Ze's adoptive mother?
Why was it so important that the general's wife needs to come to her door in person? Zhao Ling was puzzled and asked Lu Zhu, "Where is the general's wife now?"
"She's drinking tea in the flower hall, and mistress Cui is with her, but this slave girl seems very agitated when she saw the general's wife's face. She's not looking very good." Lu Zhu replied.
"Let's go and have a look." If the general's wife could come to the door in person, then there must be something important.. Zhao Ling straightened her clothes and called Luzhu to go to the flower hall together.
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"Foster father, I really don't dare to accept this order." Zhao Ling was really scared a bit, so she didn't dare to accept this Mozi order easily.
"Qingshan won't misunderstand people. Now that he has decided to pass this order to you, he must believe that you can take on this important task, and hope that Princess Xuan will not refuse in the future." On the side, Mo Qingshan's cousin persuaded her.
The two uncles also nodded, and obviously had no opinion on Mo Qingshan's decision.
But Zhao Ling was still hesitant. She wasn't afraid of trouble, just worried that she couldn't take the responsibility. Although she was not a person who belittled herself, but Momen was the number one sect in the world after all, how could she command the world's heroes as a female leader?
"Ling'er, the Mo family can be suppressed, but the Mo family can't be scattered. FReedom now on, your foster father will be far away in the barren city, so it is useless to keep this token here. Bearing in mind that the life of your foster father was preserved with the death-free golden token by you, I now pass the Order of Mozi on to you. I believe that no one in the Momen will object to this. Since you call me your adoptive father, you are naturally half of the Mo family. Do you have the heart to watch the Momen fall apart and let your adoptive father's face be faceless after his death?"
Since Mo Qingshan had put all his words into this, Zhao Ling felt that it seemed a little unreasonable for her to refuse. She had never been a hypocritical person, and she decided to accept it calmly. After all, she did care about her adopted father and the Momen people.
She stretched out her hands and solemnly took this heavy black token.
This Mozi was only the size of Zhao Ling's open palm, but it was made of black gold. It had a thick texture and a smooth feel. Except for the traditional Chinese character "ink" engraved on the front of the token, there were no other patterns and textures. It was low-key. A sense of solemnity.
"Ling'er will follow the orders of the righteous father, and I will do my best in the future to make good use of this order and live up to the orders of the righteous father."
Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass was green. In life, there were only so many separations, and a pot of turbid wine could fill up the rest of the joy.
The Mo family was an aristocratic martial arts family, and everyone in the Mo family was a proud and straightforward person, and there was not much sadness in the farewell scene.
Lu Ziqing gave an order, and the escort team continued to set off. The ancient road outside the city, the hoofs of horses neighed, and the dust was raised to the sky.
In the midst of the autumn wind, Zhao Ling stood quietly outside the pavilion, watching the Mo family's team gradually disappear from sight. For a moment, she only felt that the Mozi Token in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand jins.
"Ling'er." Meng Yuan's familiar low voice came from his ears.
She crouched down and looked at him. He raised his hand and stroked her cheeks, which were slightly flushed by the wind, and wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Ling'er, don't be sad."
"Well." Zhao Ling sniffed, nodded, and leaned on his knees obediently, "It's just that I was fascinated by the wind, it doesn't matter."
The evening wind was blowing, the sun was setting in the west, the ancient road was quiet, the pavilion was long, and only Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan were left cuddling each other.
***
A month later, Zhao Ling received a letter from Mo Qingshan through Lu Ziqing.
Although there were only a few words in the letter, she was relieved to know that the Mo family was all right in the barren city.
Thinking that she should also reply to the letter to greet her, she asked Qingluo to take out the pen and ink, sit down at the table, spread out the letter paper, and write the letter with the pen.
The experience of writing letters word by word like this, appeared to be a long time ago for Zhao Ling, not to mention the crossing over of her soul into a different world.
Fortunately, Zhao Ling had learned calligraphy since she was a child, and she could still make characters with a hairpin in small script, but she was not familiar with some traditional characters, so she had to use simplified characters instead.
She could only hope that Mo Qingshan would probably understand it.
She finished the letter and was about to give it to Qingluo to send it to Lu Ziqing, but Luzhu ran into the house at this moment, panting, "My lady, miss. Zhengxi... The wife of General Zhengxi is here. She came here, saying that I have to look for you."
Mrs. Zhengxi? Zhao Ling couldn't remember who she was for a while, and tapped her forehead for a while. Wasn't General Zhengxi Chu Pingchuan the adoptive father of Feng Ze, so wasn't the wife of General Zhengxi Feng Ze's adoptive mother?
Why was it so important that the general's wife needs to come to her door in person? Zhao Ling was puzzled and asked Lu Zhu, "Where is the general's wife now?"
"She's drinking tea in the flower hall, and mistress Cui is with her, but this slave girl seems very agitated when she saw the general's wife's face. She's not looking very good." Lu Zhu replied.
"Let's go and have a look." If the general's wife could come to the door in person, then there must be something important.. Zhao Ling straightened her clothes and called Luzhu to go to the flower hall together.
"Foster father, I really don't dare to accept this order." Zhao Ling was really scared a bit, so she didn't dare to accept this Mozi order easily."Qingshan won't misunderstand people. Now that he has decided to pass this order to you, he must believe that you can take on this important task, and hope that Princess Xuan will not refuse in the future." On the side, Mo Qingshan's cousin persuaded her.The two uncles also nodded, and obviously had no opinion on Mo Qingshan's decision.But Zhao Ling was still hesitant. She wasn't afraid of trouble, just worried that she couldn't take the responsibility. Although she was not a person who belittled herself, but Momen was the number one sect in the world after all, how could she command the world's heroes as a female leader?"Ling'er, the Mo family can be suppressed, but the Mo family can't be scattered. FReedom now on, your foster father will be far away in the barren city, so it is useless to keep this token here. Bearing in mind that the life of your foster father was preserved with the death-free golden token by you, I now pass the Order of Mozi on to you. I believe that no one in the Momen will object to this. Since you call me your adoptive father, you are naturally half of the Mo family. Do you have the heart to watch the Momen fall apart and let your adoptive father's face be faceless after his death?"Since Mo Qingshan had put all his words into this, Zhao Ling felt that it seemed a little unreasonable for her to refuse. She had never been a hypocritical person, and she decided to accept it calmly. After all, she did care about her adopted father and the Momen people.She stretched out her hands and solemnly took this heavy black token.This Mozi was only the size of Zhao Ling's open palm, but it was made of black gold. It had a thick texture and a smooth feel. Except for the traditional Chinese character "ink" engraved on the front of the token, there were no other patterns and textures. It was low-key. A sense of solemnity."Ling'er will follow the orders of the righteous father, and I will do my best in the future to make good use of this order and live up to the orders of the righteous father."Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass was green. In life, there were only so many separations, and a pot of turbid wine could fill up the rest of the joy.The Mo family was an aristocratic martial arts family, and everyone in the Mo family was a proud and straightforward person, and there was not much sadness in the farewell scene.Lu Ziqing gave an order, and the escort team continued to set off. The ancient road outside the city, the hoofs of horses neighed, and the dust was raised to the sky.In the midst of the autumn wind, Zhao Ling stood quietly outside the pavilion, watching the Mo family's team gradually disappear from sight. For a moment, she only felt that the Mozi Token in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand jins."Ling'er." Meng Yuan's familiar low voice came from his ears.She crouched down and looked at him. He raised his hand and stroked her cheeks, which were slightly flushed by the wind, and wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of her eyes."Ling'er, don't be sad.""Well." Zhao Ling sniffed, nodded, and leaned on his knees obediently, "It's just that I was fascinated by the wind, it doesn't matter."The evening wind was blowing, the sun was setting in the west, the ancient road was quiet, the pavilion was long, and only Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan were left cuddling each other.***A month later, Zhao Ling received a letter from Mo Qingshan through Lu Ziqing.Although there were only a few words in the letter, she was relieved to know that the Mo family was all right in the barren city.Thinking that she should also reply to the letter to greet her, she asked Qingluo to take out the pen and ink, sit down at the table, spread out the letter paper, and write the letter with the pen.The experience of writing letters word by word like this, appeared to be a long time ago for Zhao Ling, not to mention the crossing over of her soul into a different world. Fortunately, Zhao Ling had learned calligraphy since she was a child, and she could still make characters with a hairpin in small script, but she was not familiar with some traditional characters, so she had to use simplified characters instead. She could only hope that Mo Qingshan would probably understand it.She finished the letter and was about to give it to Qingluo to send it to Lu Ziqing, but Luzhu ran into the house at this moment, panting, "My lady, miss. Zhengxi... The wife of General Zhengxi is here. She came here, saying that I have to look for you."Mrs. Zhengxi? Zhao Ling couldn't remember who she was for a while, and tapped her forehead for a while. Wasn't General Zhengxi Chu Pingchuan the adoptive father of Feng Ze, so wasn't the wife of General Zhengxi Feng Ze's adoptive mother?Why was it so important that the general's wife needs to come to her door in person? Zhao Ling was puzzled and asked Lu Zhu, "Where is the general's wife now?""She's drinking tea in the flower hall, and mistress Cui is with her, but this slave girl seems very agitated when she saw the general's wife's face. She's not looking very good." Lu Zhu replied."Let's go and have a look." If the general's wife could come to the door in person, then there must be something important.. Zhao Ling straightened her clothes and called Luzhu to go to the flower hall together.
