Silence, only silence, as their eyes met, Mo Luo confirmed the truthfulness of what he said from Qiao Runzhi's eyes.

He is sincere, but how will Mara respond to his sincerity?

She is not the real Wan Mo Luo. From the beginning to the end, she only has freedom in her heart. Has Qiao Runzhi ever entered her heart?

Mo Luo can take Qiao Runzhi seriously, treat him sincerely, and satisfy all his reasonable requests, but what if Qiao Runzhi wants more than these, but a soul mate, a mutually supportive lover?

Mara only felt that his heart would not move for anyone yet, so he said honestly:

"I'm sorry Runzhi, I don't want to bring you false fantasies. I don't have any love or love from anyone in my heart. I just want to be free and let you be free. Before that, I can help with all your living expenses."

You are responsible for taking care of it."

The light in Qiao Runzhi's eyes dimmed a lot when he heard Mo Luo say the previous words, but he immediately cheered up and said with a smile:

"It's okay, wife, we have just stabilized now. You are right to have this idea. We must find a way to survive before we can think about love and love."

"I...I understand..."

Although he said this, Qiao Runzhi's expression could not deceive anyone. The red corners of his eyes showed that he was holding back tears, but the tears still fell uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Mara could only think of four words - beauty sheds tears.

She stretched out her fingers to wipe away Qiao Runzhi's tears, sighed and said:

"I am not a good man. There is a better way out with Nangong Tou than with me. He is a member of the royal family, with power and status. Even if you leave me in the future, you can find a better destination and your own future."

Mo Luo's words were pertinent, but she didn't know how much Qiao Runzhi could listen to them, let alone how strong Qiao Runzhi's feelings for her were.

In fact, Mo Luo didn't understand very well. He was almost never at home day and night. Logically speaking, Qiao Runzhi shouldn't be so deeply attached to him.

Recently, she has also vaguely felt that other husbands' attitudes towards her have changed significantly, but in her eyes, she has actually not done anything.

It is not a good thing if this continues. If all the husbands in the future are like Qiao Runzhi, crying and unwilling to leave him... Moluo feels that he is one step further away from freedom.

"My wife, don't say that, my wife is very good in my heart..."

Mo Luo secretly sighed. This group of husbands surrounded the heroine and the male protagonist in the book. They are both wonderful people. She cannot use violence, but even if they get along normally like now, they have increased their bonds. This is not what Mo Luo wants to see.

of.

After sending Qiao Runzhi away, Mo Luo lay on the bed and thought about it, and decided to send Nangong Tou back to the palace as soon as possible.

In this way, Nangong Tou, who regained his power, could take away all his good brothers.

Moreover, Mara is still wondering, the male protagonist has been around for such a long time, why hasn’t the female protagonist appeared yet?

Mara has not read the whole book, but only knows the plot roughly. Mara does not know all the important points in the book, including the time when the male and female protagonists first met.

She can only cross the river by feeling the stones like a blind person, live her life well, and be prepared to face the unknown ups and downs.

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Time flies so fast, another half month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the Yuanri Festival is approaching, Mara is still living a leisurely life as before.

I went to Chen's hometown early in the morning to do some work, and until the 29th of the New Year, Mara got a few buckets of water and was sitting in the yard washing clothes.

During this time, Mara came here every day. Ono and the big yellow dog have become good friends. They are always in the yard with Mara, and they play in the yard while Mara is working.

Mr. Chen opened the door to bask in the sun, looked at Mo Luo who was washing clothes in the yard, sighed, walked to Mo Luo and said:

"Don't do these things after the new year"

"Master?"

Mo Luo looked at Mr. Chen with some doubts, waiting for Mr. Chen's follow-up.

Sure enough, Mr. Chen took out a thin handmade book from his arms. It is said to be a book, but it is just a few pages of paper connected in series with a thin rope and written on it.

"You should memorize what is written here. When you come back after the new year, I will start training you."

Mara wiped his wet hands on his clothes and carefully took the book with both hands. He saw four big characters written on the cover - Iron Fan Heart Sutra.

"Thank you, Master, this is the mental method!"

Mo Luo stood up and looked at Mr. Chen happily. Mr. Chen nodded, squinted his eyes against the sun and said:

"I wrote this. Decades have passed, but I still know it by heart. You have to know that you must also know it by heart. You can't forget it even if you die. Do you understand?!"

Seeing Mr. Chen in front of him change his expression from nostalgia to seriousness, Mo Luo also put away his excitement and said seriously:

"After knowing Master, the disciple will definitely know everything by heart."

"Well... you can leave as soon as you finish your work this morning. You don't have to come before the fifteenth. I have something to do and I have to travel far away."

"Okay Master, what do you need me to prepare for you?"

Mr. Chen waved his hand, suddenly thought of something, turned around and said to Mo Luo:

"If it were your friend..."

"Du Liufang"

Seeing that Mr. Chen couldn't remember, Mo Luo quickly reminded him.

"Yes, that's her. If she wants to come, let her come today; if she doesn't come, let her come again in fifteen years. During this period, the ten kilometers and twenty buckets of water cannot be interrupted."

Mo Luo nodded, wrote down the master's words and said:

"Disciple went to tell Liu Fang at noon."

By noon, Mo Luo had prepared the meal and said goodbye to Mr. Chen, then went to Liufang Pavilion.

At this time, Du Liufang had just finished running ten kilometers. When he saw Mo Luo coming, he was about to speak when he heard Mo Luo say:

"Master will go out to do something tomorrow, and let me tell you something: If you want to go, go today; if you don't go there today, go there in fifteen years, but the ten kilometers and twenty buckets of water cannot be interrupted during this period."<

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"What?!"

Du Liufang looked at Mo Luo in shock, and after confirming what Mo Luo said, she collapsed and said:

"Why didn't this old guy tell me earlier? I'll go now. My dear sister, I can't accompany you today. You can do it yourself!"

As he said that, Du Liufang rushed into the back room, changed his clothes, and left in a hurry.

Mo Luo was left alone to look helplessly at the empty Liufang Pavilion. With Du Liufang gone, it was meaningless for her to stay here, so she simply closed the Liufang Pavilion temporarily. Anyway, Mo Luo knew where the lock was.<

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After setting up Liufang Pavilion, Mo Luo went to the martial arts training ground.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, many fellow apprentices and sisters have taken leave from Hua Sanniang and returned home. The original owner’s parents in this world have already passed away, not to mention Mo Luo, so she asked Yuan Ri to stay on duty.

The always lively martial arts training ground became much more depressing with the arrival of the Yuanri Festival. Mora walked into the martial arts training ground, picked up his sword and juggled it for a few times, until he felt that his body was getting warm, and then he stood there and panted slightly.
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At this time, there were sounds of applause, and Mo Luo turned around to see that Hua Sanniang had arrived at some unknown time and was walking in the direction of Mo Luo.

"Your swordsmanship is getting better and better, and you have lost a lot of weight and become stronger during this time!"

Hua Sanniang walked up to him and hit Mo Luo on the shoulder with her fist, and laughed heartily.

Mo Luo also exchanged a few words with Hua Sanniang, and Hua Sanniang asked as if she suddenly thought of something:

"By the way, hasn't Lao Chen started teaching you the iron fan yet?"

Mo Luo shook his head and said:

"Master said he would start training me after the new year."

When Hua Sanniang heard this, she sighed and said:

"Old Chen really has a lot of fancy stuff. If I finish teaching early, I'll finish the work early. It won't be long before I have to drag it back and forth!"

The two chatted for a while, and then Mara went to stand guard when the time came.

Tomorrow is the Yuan Day Festival. The night market will be open all night tonight. All the elderly, children and men can come out to play and hang out. The three days of the Yuan Day Festival are the only three days of the year when people are not prohibited from going out.<

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Mara returned home after changing his shift today.

As soon as I got home, I saw red paper-cuts posted everywhere in the house. After asking Qiao Runzhi, I found out that it was Daner who handed over his skills to Wei Xicai and Jichen. The two of them cut out a lot of them on a whim.

Posted them all at home.

Ji Liang and Ji Chen's boys' school is also on holiday for the past two days, and they have just finished writing the homework assigned by the teacher in the morning.

But Wang Yi and Nangong Tou were still bored in the room, planning something.

Mo Luo knew that even if Nangong Tou had a plan, he would not tell her about it, so he did not waste time asking. She also had to do night patrols at night.

When the time comes, act randomly. If you don’t need yourself, then that’s naturally the best.

Having made up his mind, Mo Luo simply had a New Year's Eve dinner with everyone at home and then went out again.

The scope of this night patrol is not only the Duke Zhou's Mansion, but also the market in front of the Duke Zhou's Mansion.

There will be a lot more people at the night market during the Lantern Festival due to the large number of elderly, children and men.
To be continued...