Chapter 86 "Mo Haitang"
Latest Update:Flowers are like smoke, willows are like hearts.
Memory is a running account.
The son-in-law of a poor family in the city.
Quest on the Planet of Wisdom.
Lu Shaoqing and Ning
Creator of Elf Order
Yin Chu Qi Mo Rong
Xu Fan Wang Yi Xue
Don't Tease the President Too Much, His Ex-Wife Has a Vest to Protect Herself
Chu Zhi Xin Sheng Ting Ye
Six Paths Medical Venerable
Unparalleled Eagle Dragon
Hardcore Mecha
Granddaughter's Birthday Banquet Sends Mecha, Scientific Community Goes Crazy
Translation:
Chu Yuan, Song Nan, Yi
Lord Chancellor, don't run away
Chuntang Yuzui
The Necromancer Only Wants to Plant Trees
The Dong family has a son-in-law
I became a god emperor at the age of seven
Click Ranking:Beyond the passing time
Becoming glamorous: CEO spoils his wife sweetly
Criminal Psychology
I See Qing Mountain
Forced to become a general despite wanting to retire
Becoming the Beloved Paranoia of the Crown Prince
Phoenix Ming Douluo
The Deer and the Cauldron
Shen Linruo Xiaorong
Urban Rise and Fall
This game is just too real
The Monster King Comes to Receive the Crown
Han Sanqian, the Proud Son-in-law
Godly Doctor's Legitimate Daughter
Great Era
Farewell Mr. Lu
Step aside, let me handle it
Wei Jin Foodie
Deep Love: Mr. Lu's Sweet Petting of his Little Wife
Power Play in a Flourishing Age: The Red Beauty Dominates the World
Due to the intense competition between Xie Lingtian and Luan Tian, it was the first time that both players advanced to the next round. Afterwards, the Eagle Elder emphasized to "stop when necessary" and established a time limit for matches to prevent such situations from happening again.
Although some people were dissatisfied, when Mo Wuyao gave his orders, no one dared to disobey.
Therefore, the following ten or so rounds of competition proceeded smoothly, and ultimately 26 contestants were selected.
As a result, everyone was eagerly waiting and guessing what the third round of the Mo family's competition would be, but to everyone's surprise, the final assessment was to choose a husband, with Mo Haotang, the fifth young lady of the Mo family, personally selecting her ideal mate.
The audience watching the show were somewhat disappointed with this final round of competition, but upon further thought, it seemed reasonable.
These 26 people went through a selection process of over a thousand people, and every single one of them was a hero with great skills. However, the selection of a son-in-law is not simply about who has the highest martial arts skills, but it ultimately comes down to whether Mo Haitang finds them suitable or not.
It has to be said that the Mo family is really meticulous in their acting.
Of course, the reason behind this is not known to the public.
……
The next day, the third round of the "face groom" will be held in the Mo family, which is also a grand event. In addition to the core members of the Mo family such as Mo Yuan, Mo Wuya, and Mo Ling, they also invited people from the Du family in Zhenzhou, the Ruyi Business League, the Zhen Shen Sect, and even invited the Mu family to witness this moment.
At the moment, Mo Yuan is introducing his daughter Mo Haitang to the 26 contestants in front of him, and he has finished explaining the rules of this round. He then says, "Alright, now you will enter the inner hall one by one in the order of drawing lots to meet my daughter. I hope my daughter can find her ideal husband and spend her whole life with him. I also hope that you will all perform well."
As soon as the sound fell, the twenty-six people in the audience stood up and went on stage to draw their number plates from Mo Wuyan.
"I'm number sixteen, what's yours, Lingtian?" Qian Jing turned over the wooden number plate and saw the words 'sixteen', then curiously asked Xie Lingtian.
"Number 20," Xie Lingtian replied as he looked at the wooden sign, but there was a hint of confusion on his face as if he was contemplating something. He then whispered, "Do you feel like the final challenge set up by the Mo family is a bit rushed? It seems like they want to end this conference quickly."
Qianjing was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then nodded her head while holding her chin, saying, "Makes sense... the first two levels were so difficult to compete in, but this last one seems to rely solely on Mo Haitang's appearance, and with so many people, it does seem a bit strange."
Xie Lingtian also nodded slightly, indicating agreement.
"Hey, who cares, by the way, do you think you have the charm to impress Mo Haitang, huh?" Qian Jing said with a playful smile, teasing his own yellow hair. "This young master is going to show off his masculine charm."
Xie Lingtian gave Qian Jing a contemptuous glance and joked, "You look too effeminate, she likes my type."
"Effeminate?!"
Hearing this comment, Qian Jing was almost choked by her own saliva. She looked at Xie Lingtian and then at herself, "What about my appearance is effeminate?"
"He's calling me girly no matter where we go," chuckled Xie Lingtian as he walked off the stage.
"Hey! Xie Lingtian, stop right there and explain to me what you mean by calling me girly." Qian Jing shouted from behind, attracting a lot of attention from others around them.
"What are you two arguing about? Are you so happy just because you are about to meet your prospective bride?" Yan Qing'er walked up to them as soon as they came off the stage, feeling a little uneasy seeing the joyful look on Xie Lingtian's face.
"Of course, don't worry. Your marriage with Lintian is just a formality. I, Qian Jing, have to play the role of the husband for you." Qian Jing said with elegance, his hands behind his head.
"You men just want to marry Miss Mo, hmph!" Subang Ling complained, hands on hips.
Yesterday, Qian Jing spent the whole day with Xie Lingtian and quickly became acquainted with Yan Qing'er and Subang Ling as well. His friendship with the three was as comfortable and easy as with old friends.
However, Qian Jing is a bit afraid of this Zisang Ling. This fear is different from the fear of Yan Qing'er. In any case, Zisang Ling gives Qian Jing a feeling of being difficult to understand, so even though they are both good at playing, he instinctively doesn't want to provoke this person.
Qian Jing's words made him nervous, he quickly moved away and joined the queue, and called Xie Lingtian casually.
"Let's go, let's go, they have already started." Xie Lingtian was hooked by Qian Jing.
"Hello!" Yan Qing'er ran up to Xie Lingtian and whispered in his ear, "Be careful, I feel like this matter is not that simple."
Xie Lingtian did not express his confusion about this competition to Yan Qing'er. He didn't expect that she also had such a feeling. He nodded and replied, "Okay, I got it."
Immediately, the two stood in order outside Mo Haitang's courtyard gate, waiting; if the person in front was chosen by Mo Haitang, they would have nothing to do with them.
In her leisure time, Qian Jing thought for a while and decided to talk to Xie Lingtian.
Xie Lingtian saw him hesitating, and said, "Just say what you want to say. Being hesitant like this is not manly."
Qian Jing glanced at Xie Lingtian and then said, "Okay, I will just come out and say it... I have a strange feeling about Zisang Ling, but I can't quite put my finger on what exactly is strange about her. You should be able to sense it too, right?"
Xie Lintian was slightly surprised. He thought the other person would mention something about Mohaitang, but instead it was about Zisang Ling.
"I don't really feel that way," Xie Lintian shook his head slightly and said, "She's just an average woman without any cultivation, there's nothing abnormal about her."
Qianjing heard it was a bit embarrassing, but since the words had already been spoken, she decided to just say what was on her mind: "You know my sixth sense is very sensitive, and not just for detecting demon energy, but also for sensing human concealment techniques. However..."
千景话没说完，就被别人给喊住了。
“十六号，千景！”
“十六号，十六号人呢！谁叫千景！你小子，就你，还想不想见小姐了！”
"Okay okay, I'm coming." Qian Jing raised her hand from behind the crowd, hurriedly walking towards the front and entering the chamber.
Xie Lingtian had always thought of Zisang Ling as an ordinary girl, like his sister in the Hunting Soul Sect. But as he thought about Qian Jing's words, he furrowed his brows and sighed softly.
Not long after, Qian Jing came out with a dejected look on her face, indicating that she was not chosen by Mo Haitang when the next person entered the boudoir.
"Heavens have no eyes, no, it is Mo Haitang who is not fortunate enough to have me as her handsome husband!" Qian Jing exclaimed, pounding her chest and stamping her feet, with a look of tears unshed.
"Hey hey! What are you yelling about? Those who have been eliminated need to get out of here immediately!" The guards of the Mo family shouted loudly and immediately moved to escort him out of the courtyard.
"What's the situation inside? Have you seen the real person?"
From the mouths of the previous ten or so failed candidates, it was learned that upon entering, one cannot catch a glimpse of Mo Haitang's appearance. Instead, there is a thick veil covering her face, and one can only see the outline of her profile.
“I only saw a shadow, and I have no idea what the Mo family is up to.”
This situation ended in failure, leaving everyone very discontented with the result. They secretly cursed the Mo family for playing tricks and making a mockery of the whole husband selection process.
However, despite this, all the failed contestants obediently left Mo Haitang's yard, and retreated to the main courtyard to wait for the lucky winner.
After Qian Jing left, the three contestants in front of Xie Lintian soon followed suit and left.
When she thought of his name, Xie Lingtian couldn't help but shudder, and her heart rate suddenly increased significantly, feeling nervous.
"Hoo~" Xie Lingtian took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, secretly encouraging herself, and then walked into Mo Haitang's boudoir with her head held high.
Pushing the door open and lifting the door curtain, a faint fragrance hits me. It seems to be the scent of sea hibiscus flowers, which resonates well with the name of Mo Haitang.
The room's furnishings are not luxurious, on the contrary, they are extremely simple. Perhaps this is not the true boudoir of Mo Haitang, but more like a study.
However, this is not important. What is important is the graceful lady sitting quietly behind the pink and white veil, who must be Mo Haitang.
"Sir, please have a seat." A pleasant voice came from behind the gauze curtain, the soft sound sounded particularly gentle in the empty room.
"Yes, I am Xie Lingtian, I have met Miss Haitang." Xie Lingtian respectfully bowed and sat on the wooden chair next to the gauze curtain, facing her across the space.
"You don't need to be so formal, just call me Haitang," said Mo Haitang. "May I ask you a few questions, sir?"
"Please, go ahead," replied Xie Lingtian, sitting up straight and gazing fixedly at the slender figure behind the curtain, his heart slightly stirring.
"Do you know when the blooming of the Chinese flowering crabapple is at its most splendid?" Mo Haitang suddenly asked.
Xie Lingtian thought for a moment and replied, "The flowering period of the Chinese flowering crabapple is very short. It blooms from late April to early May. Interestingly, just after Xiaoman, on April 22, is when the Chinese flowering crabapple is in full bloom."
"Okay, do you know the language of the Begonia flower?" Mo Haitang smiled slightly, seeming quite satisfied with Xie Lingtian's response.
"Language... " Xie Lingtian hesitated for a moment. He was quite familiar with the types of plants and flowers, but when it came to their language, he honestly didn't know.
'No wonder so many people fail, who cares about the language of the sea-buckthorn flowers, especially for those big men?' Xie Lingtian thought to herself, with no change in her expression. Just as she was about to come up with a reasonable response, Mo Haitang spoke first.
"Young master, there's no need to force yourself if you can't answer. It's not that important," said Mo Haitang. After a moment of pause, she lowered her head, gently removed the veil from her face behind the curtain, and then said, "Young master, would you like to see what Haitang looks like?"
Through the veil, watching the small outline of the face, Xie Lingtian froze slightly, his heart also seemed to skip a beat, thinking to himself, 'Didn't Qian Jing say that he didn't see what the person looks like and was just invited out? Why am I...able to see the real person?'
He never imagined that he would be so nervous, with his heart beating rapidly. The curiosity and excitement in his heart made him unable to resist the urge to explore.
At this moment, Mo Haitang slowly lifted the veil with her fair right hand, revealing a delicate face with a pink birthmark.
"Am I... pretty?" Mo Haitang's lips lifted slightly, revealing a shallow dimple. Her black eyes shimmered with crystalline mist, like the sparkling stars in the night sky, clear and bright.
And the pink birthmark that gradually deepens from the right cheek groove to the left eye, is like a hazy and blurred sunset glow.
Although some people were dissatisfied, when Mo Wuyao gave his orders, no one dared to disobey.
Therefore, the following ten or so rounds of competition proceeded smoothly, and ultimately 26 contestants were selected.
As a result, everyone was eagerly waiting and guessing what the third round of the Mo family's competition would be, but to everyone's surprise, the final assessment was to choose a husband, with Mo Haotang, the fifth young lady of the Mo family, personally selecting her ideal mate.
The audience watching the show were somewhat disappointed with this final round of competition, but upon further thought, it seemed reasonable.
These 26 people went through a selection process of over a thousand people, and every single one of them was a hero with great skills. However, the selection of a son-in-law is not simply about who has the highest martial arts skills, but it ultimately comes down to whether Mo Haitang finds them suitable or not.
It has to be said that the Mo family is really meticulous in their acting.
Of course, the reason behind this is not known to the public.
……
The next day, the third round of the "face groom" will be held in the Mo family, which is also a grand event. In addition to the core members of the Mo family such as Mo Yuan, Mo Wuya, and Mo Ling, they also invited people from the Du family in Zhenzhou, the Ruyi Business League, the Zhen Shen Sect, and even invited the Mu family to witness this moment.
At the moment, Mo Yuan is introducing his daughter Mo Haitang to the 26 contestants in front of him, and he has finished explaining the rules of this round. He then says, "Alright, now you will enter the inner hall one by one in the order of drawing lots to meet my daughter. I hope my daughter can find her ideal husband and spend her whole life with him. I also hope that you will all perform well."
As soon as the sound fell, the twenty-six people in the audience stood up and went on stage to draw their number plates from Mo Wuyan.
"I'm number sixteen, what's yours, Lingtian?" Qian Jing turned over the wooden number plate and saw the words 'sixteen', then curiously asked Xie Lingtian.
"Number 20," Xie Lingtian replied as he looked at the wooden sign, but there was a hint of confusion on his face as if he was contemplating something. He then whispered, "Do you feel like the final challenge set up by the Mo family is a bit rushed? It seems like they want to end this conference quickly."
Qianjing was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then nodded her head while holding her chin, saying, "Makes sense... the first two levels were so difficult to compete in, but this last one seems to rely solely on Mo Haitang's appearance, and with so many people, it does seem a bit strange."
Xie Lingtian also nodded slightly, indicating agreement.
"Hey, who cares, by the way, do you think you have the charm to impress Mo Haitang, huh?" Qian Jing said with a playful smile, teasing his own yellow hair. "This young master is going to show off his masculine charm."
Xie Lingtian gave Qian Jing a contemptuous glance and joked, "You look too effeminate, she likes my type."
"Effeminate?!"
Hearing this comment, Qian Jing was almost choked by her own saliva. She looked at Xie Lingtian and then at herself, "What about my appearance is effeminate?"
"He's calling me girly no matter where we go," chuckled Xie Lingtian as he walked off the stage.
"Hey! Xie Lingtian, stop right there and explain to me what you mean by calling me girly." Qian Jing shouted from behind, attracting a lot of attention from others around them.
"What are you two arguing about? Are you so happy just because you are about to meet your prospective bride?" Yan Qing'er walked up to them as soon as they came off the stage, feeling a little uneasy seeing the joyful look on Xie Lingtian's face.
"Of course, don't worry. Your marriage with Lintian is just a formality. I, Qian Jing, have to play the role of the husband for you." Qian Jing said with elegance, his hands behind his head.
"You men just want to marry Miss Mo, hmph!" Subang Ling complained, hands on hips.
Yesterday, Qian Jing spent the whole day with Xie Lingtian and quickly became acquainted with Yan Qing'er and Subang Ling as well. His friendship with the three was as comfortable and easy as with old friends.
However, Qian Jing is a bit afraid of this Zisang Ling. This fear is different from the fear of Yan Qing'er. In any case, Zisang Ling gives Qian Jing a feeling of being difficult to understand, so even though they are both good at playing, he instinctively doesn't want to provoke this person.
Qian Jing's words made him nervous, he quickly moved away and joined the queue, and called Xie Lingtian casually.
"Let's go, let's go, they have already started." Xie Lingtian was hooked by Qian Jing.
"Hello!" Yan Qing'er ran up to Xie Lingtian and whispered in his ear, "Be careful, I feel like this matter is not that simple."
Xie Lingtian did not express his confusion about this competition to Yan Qing'er. He didn't expect that she also had such a feeling. He nodded and replied, "Okay, I got it."
Immediately, the two stood in order outside Mo Haitang's courtyard gate, waiting; if the person in front was chosen by Mo Haitang, they would have nothing to do with them.
In her leisure time, Qian Jing thought for a while and decided to talk to Xie Lingtian.
Xie Lingtian saw him hesitating, and said, "Just say what you want to say. Being hesitant like this is not manly."
Qian Jing glanced at Xie Lingtian and then said, "Okay, I will just come out and say it... I have a strange feeling about Zisang Ling, but I can't quite put my finger on what exactly is strange about her. You should be able to sense it too, right?"
Xie Lintian was slightly surprised. He thought the other person would mention something about Mohaitang, but instead it was about Zisang Ling.
"I don't really feel that way," Xie Lintian shook his head slightly and said, "She's just an average woman without any cultivation, there's nothing abnormal about her."
Qianjing heard it was a bit embarrassing, but since the words had already been spoken, she decided to just say what was on her mind: "You know my sixth sense is very sensitive, and not just for detecting demon energy, but also for sensing human concealment techniques. However..."
千景话没说完，就被别人给喊住了。
“十六号，千景！”
“十六号，十六号人呢！谁叫千景！你小子，就你，还想不想见小姐了！”
"Okay okay, I'm coming." Qian Jing raised her hand from behind the crowd, hurriedly walking towards the front and entering the chamber.
Xie Lingtian had always thought of Zisang Ling as an ordinary girl, like his sister in the Hunting Soul Sect. But as he thought about Qian Jing's words, he furrowed his brows and sighed softly.
Not long after, Qian Jing came out with a dejected look on her face, indicating that she was not chosen by Mo Haitang when the next person entered the boudoir.
"Heavens have no eyes, no, it is Mo Haitang who is not fortunate enough to have me as her handsome husband!" Qian Jing exclaimed, pounding her chest and stamping her feet, with a look of tears unshed.
"Hey hey! What are you yelling about? Those who have been eliminated need to get out of here immediately!" The guards of the Mo family shouted loudly and immediately moved to escort him out of the courtyard.
"What's the situation inside? Have you seen the real person?"
From the mouths of the previous ten or so failed candidates, it was learned that upon entering, one cannot catch a glimpse of Mo Haitang's appearance. Instead, there is a thick veil covering her face, and one can only see the outline of her profile.
“I only saw a shadow, and I have no idea what the Mo family is up to.”
This situation ended in failure, leaving everyone very discontented with the result. They secretly cursed the Mo family for playing tricks and making a mockery of the whole husband selection process.
However, despite this, all the failed contestants obediently left Mo Haitang's yard, and retreated to the main courtyard to wait for the lucky winner.
After Qian Jing left, the three contestants in front of Xie Lintian soon followed suit and left.
When she thought of his name, Xie Lingtian couldn't help but shudder, and her heart rate suddenly increased significantly, feeling nervous.
"Hoo~" Xie Lingtian took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, secretly encouraging herself, and then walked into Mo Haitang's boudoir with her head held high.
Pushing the door open and lifting the door curtain, a faint fragrance hits me. It seems to be the scent of sea hibiscus flowers, which resonates well with the name of Mo Haitang.
The room's furnishings are not luxurious, on the contrary, they are extremely simple. Perhaps this is not the true boudoir of Mo Haitang, but more like a study.
However, this is not important. What is important is the graceful lady sitting quietly behind the pink and white veil, who must be Mo Haitang.
"Sir, please have a seat." A pleasant voice came from behind the gauze curtain, the soft sound sounded particularly gentle in the empty room.
"Yes, I am Xie Lingtian, I have met Miss Haitang." Xie Lingtian respectfully bowed and sat on the wooden chair next to the gauze curtain, facing her across the space.
"You don't need to be so formal, just call me Haitang," said Mo Haitang. "May I ask you a few questions, sir?"
"Please, go ahead," replied Xie Lingtian, sitting up straight and gazing fixedly at the slender figure behind the curtain, his heart slightly stirring.
"Do you know when the blooming of the Chinese flowering crabapple is at its most splendid?" Mo Haitang suddenly asked.
Xie Lingtian thought for a moment and replied, "The flowering period of the Chinese flowering crabapple is very short. It blooms from late April to early May. Interestingly, just after Xiaoman, on April 22, is when the Chinese flowering crabapple is in full bloom."
"Okay, do you know the language of the Begonia flower?" Mo Haitang smiled slightly, seeming quite satisfied with Xie Lingtian's response.
"Language... " Xie Lingtian hesitated for a moment. He was quite familiar with the types of plants and flowers, but when it came to their language, he honestly didn't know.
'No wonder so many people fail, who cares about the language of the sea-buckthorn flowers, especially for those big men?' Xie Lingtian thought to herself, with no change in her expression. Just as she was about to come up with a reasonable response, Mo Haitang spoke first.
"Young master, there's no need to force yourself if you can't answer. It's not that important," said Mo Haitang. After a moment of pause, she lowered her head, gently removed the veil from her face behind the curtain, and then said, "Young master, would you like to see what Haitang looks like?"
Through the veil, watching the small outline of the face, Xie Lingtian froze slightly, his heart also seemed to skip a beat, thinking to himself, 'Didn't Qian Jing say that he didn't see what the person looks like and was just invited out? Why am I...able to see the real person?'
He never imagined that he would be so nervous, with his heart beating rapidly. The curiosity and excitement in his heart made him unable to resist the urge to explore.
At this moment, Mo Haitang slowly lifted the veil with her fair right hand, revealing a delicate face with a pink birthmark.
"Am I... pretty?" Mo Haitang's lips lifted slightly, revealing a shallow dimple. Her black eyes shimmered with crystalline mist, like the sparkling stars in the night sky, clear and bright.
And the pink birthmark that gradually deepens from the right cheek groove to the left eye, is like a hazy and blurred sunset glow.