Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1243 The pit is 234 meters deep and recounts the past (3)
But what about him?Is there?

Mo Jiu felt sorry for him, and his eyes were full of tenderness and warmth.

"Liulang, where does your heart go, and who does it belong to? Nanrong, or Beimeng?"

In Xiao Qian's indifferent gaze, there was a fleeting gloomyness.

But without hesitation, he answered her difficult multiple-choice question decisively.

"My heart goes to the world, and I belong to Ah Jiu."

Mo Jiu felt a "boom" in his heart.

Like a large stone being thrown into a calm lake, the ripples spread round and round, amplifying her touch and excitement at the same time.

A pair of eyes were shining, she looked at Xiao Qian, as if she saw the battlefield of gold and iron horses emerging from his dark eyes, and his heroic posture of galloping across the world——

At this moment, Mo Jiu felt that she understood Xiao Qian.

He may yearn for power just like ordinary men, and enjoy the pleasure of holding a country in his hands.

But subconsciously, maybe what he wants to find...is just a kind of completeness.

Complete to him.

If Beimeng, Nanrong, and the world become one, wouldn't there be no entanglements?
Of course, it was the latter sentence that moved her the most.

He said that his heart goes to the world and belongs to Ah Jiu.

His heart belongs to hers.

For so long, this man has talked a lot, but he is not affectionate, and he seldom talks about his "heart" with her.

At this moment, sitting in this stone room with no future in sight, Mo Jiu suddenly felt that the sun in the whole world was shining brightly, so that many, many years later, when she sat in the same place again, lying on the stone platform, she studied the situation. During the esoteric chess game, I still remember today's Liu Lang, that disfigured face is clean, cold, but also confident.

"Ah Jiu, what are you thinking?"

His voice was flat, without a trace of waves.

But he pulled Mo Jiu's soul back.

"I'm thinking about your forbearance and difficulty... So, you really should die."

Only by dying can one be reborn.

Especially, when he has no escape route at all.

Mo Jiu remembered that Xiao Qian had said that when he led the troops to the north to fight against Feng, he had already laid out the overall situation. When Song Xi attacked the Xiao family, he would hold high the "fire of vengeance" and send troops to the south on the grounds of revenge. The teacher is famous.

But when it happened, he couldn't do it.

He couldn't let more than 500 members of the Xiao family die under Song Xi's sword.

He said that he thought he didn't care, but in the end he did.

He also said that all of this is because of her.

With her, not only she became Xiao Qian's weakness, but even the people of Xiao Mansion became Xiao Qian's weakness.So, he gave up everything he got, even temporarily gave up the hundreds of thousands of troops in Bianjing, and entrusted his life in front of filial piety and benevolence.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu pursed her lips again.

"But I always think that if you return to Lin'an, you will definitely not be willing to die. If Song Xi can let the Xiao family go according to his words, you may really give up your military power and leave Nanrong, but if he really wants you to die, you will not die." Will you really die foolishly?"

"This is also the reason why I was willing to listen to your words and leave. But the scene of the execution ground was so shocking that I still have lingering fears when I think about it. At that time, although I was still lucky, I couldn't find you, and I couldn't get you at all. The news, I slowly, my heart was a little shaken—I even began to believe that you have—go.”

Speaking of which, thinking of those tormented years, her eyes gradually became moist.

"Ah Jiu—" Xiao Qian looked at her distressedly, and then glanced at Wan Yanxiu, "Don't be sad."

(End of this chapter)