Three days in middle school, Mo family.
Ever since the important sons and brothers of various aristocratic families came to visit Mo Qingwu one after another, Mo Qingwu's life has become easier.
But Mo Qingwu's father, Mo Xingchen, found that his little daughter was becoming more and more taciturn. He stayed in his own small yard every day, except practicing kung fu, just holding the scabbard, in a daze.
Her personality has changed from being lively and lovely to calm and introverted. At such a young age, she seems to be preoccupied. She will never hug her neck and call her father sweetly, nor will she show a sweet smile on her face when she sees someone.
Occasionally, when she met someone in the family, she just glanced at them blankly, and then walked over calmly.
A little girl who is only eleven years old in a few months, this kind of mournful silence is like an autistic girl in her twenties who has suffered a major blow. As soon as people see it, they feel a little uncomfortable in their hearts.
During the time when she took her knife away, when her daughter saw her, she still begged tearfully: Father, please give me back my knife...
But now, she no longer makes this request. It seemed that the knife had never been in her life.
But Mo Xingchen knew that that knife really left a scar in his daughter's heart that would never be erased!
In her eyes, there is no longer hope; there is no longer prayer. Even the toys and jewelry that her father, Mo Xingchen, occasionally bought for her, could not arouse a trace of emotion in her eyes. Just a routine to say: Thank you, father. There is no more text.
And those jewelry, she has never worn. She was just dressed in red, and on her head, there was always just that monotonous red butterfly, about to fly. In his hand, there will always be only that tattered scabbard.
Only when Mo Qingwu saw these two things, would Mo Qingwu's eyes reveal sincere longing. She seemed to be expecting something, looking forward to something, but she never said...
Mo Tianji has been working hard in the Canglan war zone, constantly bringing back some strange and good things to his little sister, but Mo Qingwu is not pretending at all. It's just that an empty room was cleaned up and all these things were sealed in.
Once, someone who came back told Mo Qingwu that when the second young master hoped that the miss would write back a letter, Mo Qingwu said indifferently: "Second brother has great ambitions, so he won't need my letter."
It is said that after Mo Tianji heard these words, he almost collapsed! Since then, he has worked even harder...he is desperately building up his team, preparing...to regain the position of the first heir from Mo Tianyun's hands in one fell swoop! Then, properly arrange for my younger sister!
Now he is only the second son, he has no right to arrange such important matters! He knew that his sister was sad, but what he wanted was a long time. Momentary happiness cannot cover up the gloom of a lifetime!
Only when she was with her mother, could Mo Qingwu reveal her true emotions in her eyes: unwillingness, nostalgia, resentment, helplessness towards this family...
In her little heart, she clearly knew that the family had abandoned her! I am already an abandoned son of the family; and during this period of time, the family has changed from indifference to me to occasional greetings, all because Ji Mo, Dong Wushang and other promising brothers came to visit me, so that the family found me again. There is still something worth investing in.
So I changed my attitude slightly.
But such a change of attitude is for the greater good! Although Mo Qingwu is young, how can she not know that she grew up in a big family
If these young masters showed interest in him, the family would probably arrange a marriage for him immediately and contact an important ally!
Especially the Great Elder Mo Wuxin, it is said that he already has this idea, and is secretly conveying such a message to Ji Mo, Dong Wushang, Gu Duxing, Rui Butong and others. If it weren't for several people who refused because of their young age, I'm afraid that I would already be "so-and-so's fiancée" by now.
"Miss, madam, please go over here." The maid came to report.
"Okay." Mo Qingwu stood up gently, her figure was already half a head taller than in the next three days, but her figure was slender and fragile. She walked out slowly.
During this period of time, she has been practicing with greater efforts, but it is of no avail. Moreover, once the spiritual power reaches her chest, she will feel pain and cannot be unblocked. This made her even more desperate.
"Xiao Wu, you're here." Mrs. Mo looked at her little daughter with some heartache. She had been seeing her daughter's changes during this period of time, and felt pain in her heart; but she was helpless.
Although she is Mo Qingwu's biological mother, she is only a woman; in this big world where patriarchy is supreme and it is common for men to have three wives and four concubines, women's status is very low. He has no right to speak about family affairs!
She had no choice but to accept the family's decision.
"Mother, do you have anything to do with me?" Mo Qingwu's eyes flickered.
"Well, Xiao Wu, there is still one month left, so she will be eleven years old?" Madam Mo's eyes flashed with love.
"Yes. By the seventh day of the seventh month next month, I will be eleven years old." Mo Qingwu's heart suddenly thumped, and an inexplicable fear enveloped her heart: Why did my mother ask my age? Could it be? …
"Well, in the blink of an eye, my Xiao Wu became a big girl." Mrs. Mo smiled sadly, and said, "I'm eleven years old... I think back then, when my mother was eleven years old... I was married to your father... I'm engaged..."
"Ah?" Mo Qingwu took a step back and looked at Mrs. Mo in panic: "Mother... you?"
"During this period of time, the Mo family has been in turmoil..." Mrs. Mo sighed, "Your eldest brother and your second brother are getting more and more violent, and the strength of the family has also been weakened. This is not a good thing for the entire family..."
"So, the Great Elder has been discussing with your father during this period of time to see if it is possible... to find another strong and reliable ally for my Mo family..." Mrs. Mo said with some difficulty.
Mo Qingwu's face was pale, and she looked at her mother tremblingly.
"So... I want to make a marriage arrangement for you as soon as possible..." Mrs. Mo looked at her daughter helplessly: "At this moment, Mengjia came to propose marriage..."
"Mengjia?" Mo Qingwu murmured with a pale face. A strong hatred flashed in his eyes.
"Yes, Mengjia. And Mengjia, this time there is also a stunning young master, who is now the eldest son of Mengjia, Mengluo. Mengluo is twenty-three years old this year, but in Mengjia, he is one year younger. Among his generation, he is already the undisputed number one master; he has even broken through the throne cultivation." The corners of Madam Mo's lips were a bit bitter.
Mengluo, that's right, this young master Mengluo is indeed already a throne cultivator. When it comes to strength, he can be regarded as outstanding among the younger generation in the middle and third days. Except for a limited number of people, he can already be said to be the pinnacle of the younger generation!
Such a young talent is indeed the best candidate for a son-in-law in a major family!
But... this Mr. Mengluo has already married. And there are wives and concubines! Moreover, it was basically the Meng family who came forward to propose marriage, and in the end they all took advantage of him.
This is also a means for Mengluo to enhance the strength of Mengjia. He doesn't care about this woman's status in their family, nor does he care about her appearance and qualifications, he just wants to use this method to increase the influence of Mengjia.
Therefore, after Meng Luo heard that the daughter of the Mo family, Mo Qingwu, had lost her aptitude for the Three Yin Meridians, she immediately wanted to propose marriage. It's just that Mo Qingwu was only nine and a half years old at that time, so it was too much to talk about.
Now that he is eleven years old, he naturally no longer has such worries. Generally speaking, the less-than-promising daughters of major families basically make marriage arrangements at this age.
So Mengluo came to propose marriage immediately.
For the Mo family, this was something they could not have wished for. The Mo family is now in serious internal strife and needs such an ally too much.
"No matter who he is, I don't agree!" Mo Qingwu bit her lips firmly: "Mother, father once promised me that he would never force me! I also don't want to be a marriage tool of the family!"
"But when your father promised you..." Mrs. Mo sighed helplessly, and said to herself, when your father promised you, you possessed the three yin veins. The future of a woman with three yin veins is limitless, so naturally she can't marry off like this hastily, but now you are gone...
"My family has always been very kind to me, since I was a child, so it was only because of the Sanyin meridian!" Mo Qingwu trembled her lips: "So the Sanyin meridian was destroyed, and the family gave up! If you don't care about it, just treat it as a Raise a puppy...but, mother, even if you raise a puppy...sometimes you need to pet it and get close to it; but your daughter, after the three yin veins are gone, no one cares about her?"
"Now, I want to use the body and happiness of this useless daughter, who has been crippled, to exchange for an ally..." Mo Qingwu hissed: "Mother, am I your daughter? I am the Mo family." Is it his own flesh and blood? Why is our Mo family so indifferent?"
"I knew that my fate would not be too happy, but...even if it is another family, when choosing a husband's family for a daughter, and making a marriage arrangement for the daughter, it is necessary to consult the opinion of the daughter. Why did it come to me? You just come and talk to me?"
When Mrs. Mo came forward, it meant that the matter was a foregone conclusion. Mrs. Mo will do the final persuasion. Although Mo Qingwu is young, she knows this clearly.
"But... this matter, the Great Elder has already decided..." Mrs. Mo looked at her daughter weakly: "Your father is helpless."
"Father is probably eager to agree to this matter?" Mo Qingwu said sadly, even a little mockingly.
Mrs. Mo was speechless for a while, and suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Wu... I can't help it... We are a family, a family..."
"This matter... I can't agree. If you want me to agree, unless I ask someone." Mo Qingwu wanted to say: Unless I die! But when she said this, she suddenly remembered a person, and a gleam of light suddenly flashed in her eyes, which was actually full of hope: "As long as he agrees, or if he doesn't care about me, I will agree!"
Mrs. Mo sensitively felt the light and happiness in her daughter's eyes at this moment, as if it was her last support and hope, full of persistence; her heart tightened involuntarily, and she asked, "Who?!"