Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1057 The pit is 193 meters deep
"Xiao Jiu, if you want to cry, just cry, don't hold back."

"..."

"Cry, dear! Cry! Cry hard!"

Mo Jiu bit her lower lip, and there was a whimper in her throat, but she suppressed it forcefully, but she didn't cry out... There was a complicated light in her stubborn eyes.

"I don't cry, Xiao Liulang said, he doesn't like me crying."

The rain fell all over the sky, pattering down, covering the whole world.

At the corner of the street not far away, a small black sedan chair was parked.

Small sedan chairs are very common, but people who can ride them are also extraordinary.A white-faced man without a beard, like an eunuch, hunched over, peeked at Mo Jiu's direction, and whispered to the people in the sedan chair, "Your Majesty, everyone is gone!"

There was no response from the sedan chair for a long time.

It was as quiet as an execution platform, as cold as death.

After a while, a soft voice without emotion came.

"Father, big brother, you can rest in peace!"

The little eunuch outside the sedan shivered, lowered his hands respectfully, and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to pick up the sedan chair and go back to the palace?"

"Yeah." The person in the sedan chair laughed softly, and he didn't know what he thought of. He slowly opened the curtain, glanced at the crowded crowd, and didn't know who the focus of his eyes was. , "He wants to save your life with all his heart, you say, you are so crazy, you are so painful, should I accept him?"

This soft voice, like an oriole coming out of the valley, was very pleasant, but the little eunuch's shoulders shrank unconsciously, and he quickly looked up at the sedan chair.

But before he can see the face of the empress, the curtain has already fallen.

"Back to the palace!"

"Here."

The sedan chair left slowly, as if no one saw it appear, and no one noticed it disappeared into the street in the rain...

Mo Jiu was lying on the ground, her brows and hair tips were covered with rainwater, and her face was also stained...

But she didn't know it, she just lay on her stomach like that, quietly in the rain, and she didn't know how long it took, even the sky and the earth screamed with the rain, but she let out a breath slowly, and called Mo Fan in a calm and calm voice.

"Brother..."

"Yeah." Mo Wang was still protecting her.

"They killed him." Her voice was very shallow, as if talking to herself.

"Xiao Jiu..." Mo Huang bit his lips, not knowing what to say to her.

Any comfort is too pale at such a time.He wanted to protect her from harm, but seeing her being harmed, he couldn't do anything. The powerlessness made him clenched his fists tightly, and he smashed his fists on the bluestone slab.

"It's the brother who has nothing to do."

ability?

So what if it's a big deal?

Is she, Mo Jiu, incompetent?Is Xiao Liulang incompetent?
All have skills.

But the reality is cruel, who can surpass the emperor?

Probably this is what people in ancient times often said, "The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die."

This may be the reason why Xiao Liulang did not want to be weaker than others.

But his ambition is not fulfilled, how can he leave?

Mo Jiu smiled strangely, and slowly broke free from his embrace, then slowly got up, stroked his hair, step by step, staggeringly dragged his feet, walked past the dense crowd, and walked towards the street...

She smiled, reached into her arms, and took out something.

A wooden comb, a very simple wooden comb, which she used to comb Xiao Liulang's hair.

There was also a strand of black and shiny long hair, which was combed on the teeth of a wooden comb. Xiao Liulang's hair, she wrapped him together, and then forcibly pulled off some of her own hair, entangled together, and made it ugly. Looking at her bun repeatedly, she stuffed it into her purse, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"As a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love."

"Xiao Liulang, I always believe in you."

Mo Wang didn't know what she was talking about, and frowned slightly, reminding her of the most important thing right now.

"Xiao Jiu, I entrusted someone to protect Xiao Shijun's body in the imperial army. After a while, when the people leave, we will go out of the city to find..."

"No need!" Before he finished speaking, Mo Jiu interrupted coldly, "What's so interesting about a cold corpse? He likes to spend his life with the Xiao family, so let him be buried with them .”

Mo thought he had heard wrong.

Turning his head in surprise, he looked at Mo Jiu.

"Little Nine?"

Mo Jiu didn't answer, a gust of wind blew over her hair, making her thin face look colder and paler, as if there was no warmth at all.

"Brother, let's leave Lin'an immediately."

Leaving Lin'an?Mo Wang didn't understand anymore.

"We won't bury the body for the envoy, and we won't go back to Linyun Villa?"

"I won't come back, it's too late." Mo Jiu turned to look at him, as if he had suddenly changed into a different person. That indifferent look made Mo Huang seriously suspect that the woman who was running barefoot and yelling in the street just now, Is it the same Mo Jiu?

"Then where are we going?"

"Think of a way to get out of the city and go to Jinzhou—Xinglong Mountain."

Looking at her calm look, Mo Wang was still at a loss.

Before the "Dragon Capture Operation" on the lake that day, the Mohist disciples who should be evacuated in Lin'an City had already been evacuated, and now the group of people staying in Linyun Villa are the backbone elites. Brother Sui, even if they don't go back, those disciples know what to do, so these are not problems.

But the question is, why is Mo Jiu?
Why are you in such a hurry if you don't even go to the funeral?
After thinking for a moment, he had to ask one more question.

"Xiao Jiu, what are we going to do?"

Mo Jiu looked at the sky, paused every word, "I must desperately...survive!"

(End of this chapter)