Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 100 Cooperative Entrepreneurship [[-]]

Mo Wuying had to sadly admit that after living with Uncle Qingxie for nine years, she couldn't understand the meaning of this abbreviated sentence for the first time.

Twisting her pink mouth: "Uncle Qingxie, there are no outsiders here, so you don't have to pretend to be cool, just explain in detail!"

Leng Qingxie's facial muscles convulsed a few times, rubbed his palms together and said:

"I mean, if you want to take revenge and seize the throne, maybe I can help you in other places."

"For example?" To be honest, Mo Wuying really had expectations in her heart.

"You want to collect money, find that... Lan Cang, you have chosen the right person. I... go to the rivers and lakes to establish a secret gang, secretly train some people, and be prepared."

Ignoring the sudden surprise on Mo Wuying's face, after Leng Qingxie said this, his expression remained as calm as a pool of autumn water.

A big bear hug fell on Leng Qingxie, and Mo Wuying shouted excitedly: "I've been worrying about this problem! Uncle Qingxie, you are too great!"

In a blink of an eye, his expression suddenly became gloomy.

"If you really went to create a gang secretly? Wouldn't I miss you?"

Leng Qingxie's eyes warmed up: "I, come back often."

Mo Wuying's eyes froze for a while: "Okay, let me think about whether it's worth it or not."

Leng Qingxie glanced at the mess on the table that he was completely confused and said, "Go to bed early."

Turned back to the bedroom.

Leng Qingxie's few words shook Mo Wuying's heart for a long time.

In the second half of her plan, the power of the rivers and lakes was originally to be operated through male and female brothels.

At this moment, Uncle Qingxie suddenly proposed to create a sect, which made her look forward to it, but it was hard to give up.

The man she saw at the first sight after rebirth, the man who had faithfully guarded her for nine years.

A little cold, a little indifferent, a little reticent, with...

Father's Taste...

Sighing lightly, he finally made a decision—wait a little longer.

For her, no sacrifice was absolutely necessary.

The meaning of living is not all about revenge, it is more important to cherish the talents in front of you.

So, keep fighting hard.

At midnight, Leng Qingxie worriedly got up again and walked towards the main hall.

Sure enough, under the light and shadow enveloped by the dancing candlelight, Mo Wuying had already fallen asleep at his desk.

Papers and inexplicable pieces of cloth were scattered on the table...

The look of pity in Leng Qingxie's eyes was no longer concealed, overflowing in the darkness of night.

Taking a few steps closer, he picked up the slender little man and walked towards Mo Qingchou's room.

(End of this chapter)