Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1248 The pit is 235 meters deep
And on the way from Chuzhou to Lin'an, who was the person in the carriage?

Nanshan Courtyard, she often went to visit. Although she had never met anyone, she knew that there were always people there.

Meeting her angry gaze, Xiao Qian's cold face was tense, as if he had read her mind, and he replied solemnly, "Nanshan courtyard will always be guarded by people, and those people are my confidantes. Therefore, someone Before the visit, I will make arrangements in advance, find someone to replace, and prevent them from seeing Dalang himself. After so many years, I have never been seen through—"

"It's yours!"

Mo Jiu smiled coldly.

"So, except for you, everyone in the Xiao family doesn't know that Xiao Dalang is already dead?"

"No." Xiao Qian lowered his eyes slightly, "There is one person who knows."

Mo Jiu was startled, "Who?"

He wanted to speak, but stopped.He pondered for a while before opening his mouth, "My father."

Emotions seeped into the past, and his voice was hoarse and lower than before.

"This matter is not entirely my intention. Without his cooperation, how can we hide it from the people of the Xiao Mansion?"

Too!Xiao Dalang is very familiar with everyone in Xiao's mansion, as long as they see him in person, there is no reason not to be seen through.But although Xiao Liulang is a well-known doctor, he is also a concubine of the Xiao family. To some extent, he and Dalang have conflicts in family interests.If Da Lang was diagnosed and treated by him, and Da Lang was not allowed to see anyone for many years, wouldn't Da Lang's parents and grandma have any doubts?

impossible!
In their hearts, they must not trust Xiao Liulang.

However, what if even Xiao Yunchang said the same?

Xiao Yunchang is the head of the family, the lord of the clan, even if others have doubts, they can only listen to him.

Thinking about it this way, it is understandable.

The only thing Mo Jiu didn't understand was, why did he do that?
The eldest son is obviously dead, but he has to be "lived" as a person who can't see the light, can't be buried in the earth openly, can't enjoy the sacrifice fireworks openly, isn't this sick?
Xiao Qian's eyebrows were not loosened, and his eyes were heavy, "Because I am a concubine, and my mother is from Beimeng. The second and third bedrooms have a few older brothers. The Xiao family's foundation is not up to me. Father hopes that Dalang will live—— With him around, no matter whether you are sick or not, others will not be able to find something to talk about."

Appeal!
At this moment, Mo Jiu felt his deep sorrow.

After thinking about it for a long time, she quietly asked, "He also thought about it, let you live in Dalang's place?"

Xiao Qian was slightly stunned, with an obscure glint on his face.

"He should hope that the person who dies is me, not him."

Many stories seem complicated and difficult to understand, but in the final analysis, they are nothing more than profit.

How many people's lives have been wasted by the word "profit"?
A word of "profit" will eventually destroy the Xiao family.

As for fame and fortune, this death will all be wiped out.

What is left is nothing but a legend in the history books and a few jokes among the people.

The first free chat with Xiao Qian in this cave was like a divine stroke, which changed Mo Jiu's understanding of the whole story, but it still did not break away from the rules of the game in the whirlpool of power.

It seems accidental, but it is inevitable.

It's just that these things are too cruel for Xiao Liulang.

Mo Jiu didn't want him to immerse himself in those unbearable past events, so he curled his lips together and smiled softly.

"Okay, let's not talk about those unhappy things. Anyway, people are gone. In the past, you don't have to live as Xiao Dalang anymore. After all, his status, in addition to saving a sum of money for marrying a wife, is logical. In fact, there is no benefit in having me in your bag - the case of the Xiao family is still there, and you are not so comfortable acting in his name..."

This is obviously another doubtful point.

Indeed, as Mo Jiu said, Xiao Liulang is dead anyway, who would not live if he changed his identity?

Why did he insist on using Xiao Changsi's name?Nanrong's criminals and the remnants of the Xiao family are not in line with Xiao Liulang's low-key personality at all.

However, Xiao Qian shook his head.

Again, answer her with his hoarse and low voice.

"I promised him that I would live on his behalf."

What is this story?Mo Jiu was slightly startled, and pursed her lips unhappily.

"Then did he ask you to help him take care of his lover, Miss Fang?"

Originally, she was just asking casually, but unexpectedly Xiao Qian answered honestly.

"Have."

If not, how could Xiao Qian treat Ji Ran for so many years?

When Mo Jiu thought about it, he seemed to understand something.

"Oh oh oh, live on his behalf, don't want Miss Fang to be sad for him, let her think that he is always there, and even he hopes you can cure her, and then fly with her, grow old together, and kill him After finishing everything, and having a series of children with her, after many years, you can burn paper money in front of his grave, right?"

This is a bit rushed.

But Xiao Qian did not deny it.

Of course, he had no chance to deny it.

He frowned, and slowly looked at Wanyanxiu who was walking over with the wolf in his arms.

"Is it over? Is it over?" Wan Yanxiu's face was full of impatience, and there was all kinds of anger derived from envy, jealousy and hatred, "I'm hungry and tired, and I have to take care of this little beast, you two So comfortable, sitting here flirting, flirting, flirting, not ashamed, annoying?"

"Don't be ashamed, don't be annoying." Mo Jiu glared at him, displeased that he interrupted the story, "Wolf, bite him."

Wan Yanxiu raised her brows, and smiled with a mocking face.

"Don't say it's still young, even if its wolf ancestor comes, it still has to kneel down and call San Ye!"

Mo Jiu was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said yes, "After all, among your kind, the third master is the most outstanding."

"You've got a sharp tongue." Wanyanxiu was not angry, and snorted coldly, and looked at Xiao Qian, "Brother Xiao is here with the beauty. I have been comprehending for a long time, but have you found anything? If you really can't do it, I will do it for you." -"

"Yes." Xiao Qian's answer was unexpected.

For a long time, the two of them had been chatting about things that had nothing to do with the chess game, and Mo Jiu thought he wasn't thinking about it at all.

So he already had a result in his heart?
But this man is really, with the result of breaking the game, he is not in a hurry, and sits here without changing his face and talking.

Mo Jiu exhaled slowly, touched his belly, and stared at him, "Old Xiao, do you know that I'm hungry and tired too?"

God knows how much she wants to go out, those stories can be told after she goes out.

"Ah."

Xiao Qian refused to comment, stood up slowly, flicked his sleeves, stood in the dim light, his face was ugly, but his posture was elegant and graceful.

After a brief moment of contemplation, he spoke calmly.

"This game is called Longevity Tribulation. The so-called longevity means neither death nor life, no victory and no loss. The black and white sides are at a stalemate here, and the chess pattern is repeated endlessly—"

(End of this chapter)