Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1075 The pit is 197 meters deep
"Qiao Gong is right." Mo Jiu brought over the sour plum soup on the table, "So, this bowl of soup, I'll do it! You don't have to boil it anymore. Even if you want to boil it, you can only cook it for me Drink it alone, don't let him see it, or you will feel bad."

Qiao Zhanping: "..."

Shang Ya: "..."

Seeing her lightly drinking, her expression was extremely relaxed, Shang Ya and Qiao Zhanping exchanged glances, and a smile appeared on her face.In my impression, Mo Jiu hadn't joked so easily for several days.

She asked: "Is Xiao Jiu doing something good today?"

Mo Jiu shook his head, and said vaguely, "There are no good things, maybe there are bad things."

Can bad things be so happy?
Shang Ya didn't believe it, but it seemed that she didn't want to say more, and she didn't ask too much, she just talked about the soup: "I made this soup, how does it taste? You still like it."

"Not bad." Mo Jiu nodded.

"Really, that's great." Shangya looked like a little woman, she glanced at Qiao Zhanping overjoyed, and said with a smile: "First, I filled a bowl for your mother and elder sister, and said yes They drank it all."

Fang Jiran's health has been bad, even worse than Zhiniang.And Zhiniang probably has two daughters by her side, and Xinglong Mountain lives a leisurely life. Although the discoloration disease is serious, she has a good attitude and a good appetite, but it has not continued to worsen.

Fang Jiran, on the other hand, was getting worse day by day. Basically, every day's food was tasted.Since she lived in Xinglong Mountain, she basically never went out to see anyone.Moreover, except for Mo Ling'er and Mo Fan who were waiting by her side, she didn't want anyone close to her - including Zhi Niang and Mo Jiu.

So, hearing this, Mo Jiu was relieved.

"It's good that she can eat. Thank you Deacon for your hard work."

"Small things. I'm pregnant now, so I can't help you much. I can do a little bit."

Shang Ya looked like a happy little woman, she smiled, stroked her protruding belly and looked at Qiao Zhanping, seeing him with a serious face, paying attention to the drawings on the table, as if he was not listening to her at all, dissatisfied Puckered lips.

"I've been staring at this all day long. If I don't come to you, I'm sure you've forgotten who I am. No wonder people say, this man, once you get it, you'll change your mind quickly..."

When this guy complained, he was a mouthful.

Sentences were thrown like cannonballs, and Qiao Zhanping opened his mouth several times, as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end he could only shake his head dumbfoundingly, and said, "It's just that villains and girls are hard to raise... Fortunately, Ju The son is here, otherwise I would not be able to explain why."

"Okay, Qiao Zhanping, I'm a woman, and I have a villain in my stomach. It's hard for you to raise, isn't it? Don't you want to raise it? Well, then you don't want our mother and daughter."

Angry and complaining at the same time, Mo Jiu couldn't stand this love show in the dog abuse mode.

Patting her forehead, she covered her eyes and walked out.

"Both of you continue, wait until Zichou Yinmao has explained everything clearly, and then work."

After exiting the cave entrance, all the sun shone down from the forest.

Mo Jiu squinted his eyes, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and vaguely heard Qiao Zhanping's helplessness and Shangya's coquettishness...

Too cruel!
In the past, she must have shouted loudly to tell them to shut up.

But now the mood is different.

If she keeps talking loudly, it can only prove that she is jealous.

Jealous of them each other, going through hardships, and still having it.

But in fact, being able to quarrel with the one you love, and argue over trivial matters, isn't it the most living and humane experience in the world?
Two people can still bicker, quarrel, wrangle, and flirt together today.

Who knows if there will be a chance to repeat these trivial matters tomorrow?

"Ouch, Lord! I found you!"

She was staring at a leaf, when two disciples, one tall and one short, walked over laughingly.

These two people have strong bodies, with simple and straightforward smiles on their faces, and their expressions are completely reckless.But it was just these two people, the names Mo Jiu gave them were Nephrite and Wen Xiang.

For this reason, Nephrite and Wen Xiang dared not see anyone for a month.

Fortunately, they got used to yelling and yelling, but they were very proud. They would say that the name was given by Master Jiu, which was foreign.

"Master, hurry to the living room, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up."

As soon as this rough voice came out, Mo Jiu wanted to complain.

It's unfortunate that such a sweet name can't save them.

Sighing helplessly, she asked, "What's the matter? Nephrite."

The man named Nephrotic laughed and scratched his head, "Deacon Zuo asked me to inform you that the person you want is coming up the mountain. It needs to be fried, deep-fried, or boiled... I want you to hurry over there."

To fry, fry, or boil?
"Okay, I'll go right away." Mo Jiu raised her head to look at the sky, and waved her hand at Nephrite, but she didn't go there right away as she said, but led Wen Xiang to Qianlian Cave Go left.

First inspecting her weapon empire, and pondering over the passage of the tomb for a while, when it was completely dark, she slowly went to the living room.

Waiting for someone is an anxious thing.

Mo Jiu knew, but she just wanted Xiao Dalang to wait.

Thinking back to Nanshan Courtyard, wasn't she always looking, looking, looking?Wait, wait, wait?
It's only fair to let him have a taste of it.

The Mo family has several living rooms, large and small. Under the leadership of Wen Xiang, Mo Jiu went to a small living room built near her residence. There were green trees all around. Very quiet and refreshing.

When Mo Jiu passed by, Mo Wang was anxiously walking up and down the door, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.

As soon as he saw her figure, he rushed over impatiently.

"My little ancestor, you are finally here."

"Something is delayed."

Mo Jiu's voice was neither hurried nor slow, but how could Mo Wang fail to hear her insincere words?
Sighing indulgently, he took the lantern in Wen Xiang's hand and led the way, "The shopkeeper is not in good health and has been coughing all the time. I'm afraid that if I stay for a long time, something will happen in a while, and it will be troublesome." .”

"What could happen?" Mo Jiu said, while stepping over the threshold, he said angrily, "He is going to die a long time ago, he has struggled for so long, and he still needs a while?"

This mouth is too poisonous.

Mo Huang smiled awkwardly, unable to open his mouth.

In the living room, in a bamboo-backed chair with a curtain, the slender figure froze slightly, coughed twice, and laughed in a hoarse and deep voice.

"How can you have such an attitude towards your husband?"

(End of this chapter)