Upon hearing Xiao Lian's words, Mo Qian, who was standing to the side, put her face down in thought.
Now that I have nothing else to do, writing a storybook isn't out of the question.
Firstly, it helps pass the time.
Secondly, it also allows her to earn some money to spend. Although she doesn't lack it, what she earns herself is ultimately different.
With this in mind, Mo Qian made up her mind.
She'll also venture into the world of ancient Chinese novels!
Then, Mo Qian looked at Xiao Lian with a smile and asked.
"You have so much confidence in your young lady?" There was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Of course, Miss, if you were to write, you would definitely write the best." Xiao Lian said with certainty after hearing Mo Qian's words. Her voice was firm.
“Alright, since you have so much confidence in me, I’ll write it down,” Mo Qian said immediately afterward, a faint smile on her face.
"Really? Miss, you really want to write it?!" Xiao Lian's face showed a hint of surprise after hearing Mo Qian's words, and her voice was filled with astonishment.
"Really, since we have nothing else to do, let's indulge in some refined pursuits," Mo Qian said confidently after hearing Xiao Lian's words, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"That's wonderful! From now on, Miss's storybooks will definitely be all the rage in the capital," Xiaolian said with a beaming smile, her voice brimming with excitement.
It seems as if one can already see the scene from that time.
Upon hearing Xiao Lian's words, Mo Qian smiled helplessly.
After that, Mo Qian began to create in her room.
Combining ancient considerations with some novel elements, Mo Qian's storybook was freshly published after half a month.
It tells the story of a poor scholar who, with the help of his family, passed the imperial examinations all the way through the country, and finally achieved the highest rank in all six examinations, becoming the prime minister.
Intertwined with political intrigue and martial arts affairs, it also touches upon matters of the heart and love between men and women.
After finishing writing, Mo Qian asked Xiao Lian to submit the manuscript to the bookstore.
Half a month later, the storybook was officially sold in the capital.
Not long after, it became an instant hit, causing a strong reaction in the capital.
Then it radiated outwards and spread to other places.
"Miss, your storybooks are very popular now. Even storytellers are telling your stories now."
Xiao Lian said to Mo Qian with great excitement. Her excitement was palpable.
She never expected that the storybook her young lady wrote would become so popular!
"Hmm, it looks alright." Mo Qian smiled after hearing Xiao Lian's words, her voice filled with pleasure.
She had no prior experience with writing, but the results were surprisingly good.
“It has to work. The bookstore is still thinking that Miss Mo Qian might be able to make a sequel.” Xiao Lian said immediately after hearing Mo Qian’s words.
His face showed excitement.
"Hmm." Mo Qian smiled slightly after hearing Xiao Lian's words.
Afterwards, because the experience of writing the book was quite good, Mo Qian began to embark on the path of creation.
In the decades that followed, many of Mo Qian's works became classics.
While enriching people's spiritual lives, it also incorporates some principles of conduct and interpersonal relationships, achieving a subtle and gradual influence.
As a result, the public's overall quality has greatly improved, and society has become more stable.
One afternoon, Mo Qian left this small world. Before leaving, she gave away the remaining wealth to the poor people.
After that, he left without any regrets.
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"Mother, hang in there a little longer!" Li Zhan said to the old lady, his face showing signs of pain and his voice filled with sorrow.
"Zhan'er, this old woman's bones are too weak to walk any further. I think this is where I'll end up," the old lady said, her face pale and her voice weak.
"Mother, please don't leave me." Li Zhan's eyes welled up with tears when he saw the old lady's pale face.
"Zhan'er, Mother can't hold on any longer. Take good care of yourself from now on." The old lady gave Li Zhan one last loving look before passing away, her head slowly drooping down.
Upon seeing the old lady die, Li Zhan was overcome with grief.
"Mother!" Li Zhan then cried out in anguish. His voice was filled with deep sorrow.
As for the remaining convicts not far away, they showed no change in expression whatsoever.
They sat down on the ground one by one, taking the opportunity to rest.
After all, countless people had died along the way, so they were used to it.
After grieving for a while, Li Zhan dug a hole in the nearby woods with his hands and buried the old lady there.
Looking at the old lady's pale and haggard face, Li Zhan felt a strong sense of regret welling up in his heart!
He shouldn't have gotten involved with Du Jiaoniang!
We shouldn't have brought her back to the manor!
...
After a while, Li Zhan covered the old lady with soil, and soon a small mound was formed.
Li Zhan looked at the old lady's grave, his eyes filled with sorrow and bitterness.
However, at this moment, the voices of the yamen runners could be heard in the distance.
"Get up! Get up, all of you!"
"It's time to get going!" The voice carried a hint of anger and authority.
After hearing the sound, Li Zhan took one last look at the old lady's grave and headed towards the location of the exiled prisoners.
Now that he has lost his martial arts skills, he has no means to contend with these yamen runners.
Even if he could defeat two or three, he was no match for a group of constables.
Then, the group of exiled prisoners started moving again and headed into the distance.
Along the way, because of the loss of his martial arts skills due to the fierce battle, he, like everyone else, suffered the hardships of exile.
After traveling for three months, they finally arrived at the place of exile.
Li Zhan was subsequently assigned to a poor village, where he had to start all over again.
In order to support himself, he, like the other villagers, devoted himself to labor all day long.
Life was very difficult for a while!
Although Li Zhan had thought about getting out of his predicament, he was powerless to do anything about it because the land was so remote and poor.
Soon, the hardships of labor were revealed on the faces of those on the battlefield.
After the arduous labor and hard work, his face gradually resembled that of the locals, showing signs of aging and looking exceptionally old...
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