Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1120 The pit is 206 meters deep, but the heart of the old man is changeable (5)
"Master Xiang is too modest." Mo Jiu smiled all over his face, "Master Xiang came to Xinglong Mountain, so Mo Jiu was supposed to be the host. But recently..." I suddenly thought of Xiao Changsi's ghostly expression of "dead or alive" Looking at it, Mo Jiu clenched his fists to his mouth, learned to cough a few times, and looked at Su Yi weakly, "I feel cold recently, so it's inconvenient to receive guests. I hope the Prime Minister will not blame you?"

Occasionally feel the wind and cold, this is an old routine of TV dramas.

She spoke casually and raised her glass again, respecting Su Yi as well.

"Master Xiang, please!"

But Su Yi smiled, "Juzi is sick, so it's not suitable for drinking. Just drink up this glass. There is no need to be so polite between you and me."

"Between you and me", he said ambiguously.

After finishing speaking, he even blinked at Mo Jiu.

That expression, as if he and Mo Jiu have a deep relationship...

Mo Jiu knew that this person had a red face and a dark conscience, so he didn't care about other people's sideways glances. He just smiled and put down his wine glass, and waited for Su Yi to drink up the wine in the glass, then motioned for Mei'er to hand him a clean hot handkerchief to wipe his mouth , just now frowned and said: "To tell you the truth, I invite you here today because there is something..."

The point is finally here.

Su Yi smiled, "What's the matter? Juzi can speak up."

Mo Jiu lowered his eyes and smiled lightly. The corners of his slightly curved eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars.She was originally a rare beauty in the world, it may be an exaggeration to say that she can make a country with a smile, and a city with a smile again, but she can make a man stunned by a smile, but it is not false at all.

"Master Xiang may not know that there is a rule in Xinglong Mountain. When guests come, they can't eat and drink for nothing. In order to reflect the glorious value of labor, they have to experience life. Especially officials, they have to understand the people's feelings and share the suffering with the common people. So , I also arranged a good opportunity for Mr. Xiang—"

Observe the sentiments of the people, it is good to observe the sentiments of the people.

Su Yi faintly smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.

Sure enough, without waiting for him to ask, Mo Jiu said: "There is a need for manure storage and planting at the foot of the mountain, as well as collection of human and animal excrement. The Prime Minister is strong and fit, which is just right."

stool?Pick a job?
Let the current prime minister pick up dung?

The followers standing beside Su Yi widened their eyes.

They could hardly believe that Mo Jiu would make such an unreasonable request.

... Even more unbelievable, Su Yi was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

"Although Li Hen is the prime minister, he absolutely cannot break the rules of Xinglong Mountain."

"Then this feces..."

"It's time to pick!"

"Thank you for your understanding!" Mo Jiu smiled slightly, looked sideways in satisfaction, and looked at the helpless Mo Fan, "Brother, please give me a few more glasses of respect for Xiangye, and make sure that Xiangye feels at home—"

Being at home is like being at home, but Su Yi regretted it the next day so much that he wanted to scold her.The smell of feces and the suffering of the carrying pole are many times more cruel than his political struggle with those old foxes in the court.

What's even more tragic is that he came to "understand the sentiments of the people", and Mo Jiu also came to "experience the sentiments of the people". Why should he work hard in the fields to carry dung, while Mo Jiu can sleep on the recliner in the mountain, let the Mei'er and Shen Xinyue, each fanning her with a big cattail fan?

Isn't this the Emperor of Earth?

Su Yi's teeth itch with hatred, but Mo Jiu half closed his eyes, seemingly sleeping.

When Mo Wang approached the mountain, she opened her eyes and asked in a low voice, "How much burden did Xiangye carry?"

Mo Wang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stretched out three fingers, "Three times. Xiao Jiu, it's almost done. After all, Su Yi is the prime minister of the court. If this matter gets out—"

(End of this chapter)