Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1260 The pit is 247 meters deep, how far is it forever?
The night is rustling, the wind is cool, and the north wind returns low.

This night, Gacha Village seems to have entered late autumn in a blink of an eye. In the whimpering wind, it looks extraordinarily quiet and desolate——

A group of people carried Nashun from the tomb back to Gacha. Along the way, no one said much, and they all seemed to be dumb.

The disappearance of the little prince again made everyone feel like a thorn in their hearts.

Does not hurt, but scratches.

Xiao Qian took Nashun to the tent where he was staying, the curtain was drawn, the two of them shut up and talked secretly for more than an hour, no one was able to enter.Even Mo Jiu himself went back to sleep knowingly...

What can they say when they drill together?

It's nothing more than something related to Sandan.

These things were Xiao Qian's festering wounds, and he was willing to hide and lick them by himself, so Mo Jiu would not have to uncover the scars, and then kindly comfort him.In fact, such kindness, to put it harshly, is just to satisfy my selfish desire to become a good person.For the injured, it is completely useless.

She thought, the most indifferent place in the world is here.

Even the closest person can't feel the real pain of the other person.

Unless... I have experienced it myself.

**
In the early hours of the morning, it rained a lot.

The pattering raindrops hit the tent, waking up Mo Jiu's dream.

Opening her eyes, she saw Xiao Qian sitting not far from her bed.

With his back to her, facing the empty and dark window, he was in a daze.

Mo Jiu hesitated for a while, coughed lightly, and yawned with a smile.

"Why is Liulang here?"

Xiao Qian turned his head, his eyes were flushed, "I'll come and see you."

Look at her, she's all right, what's there to see about her?

Mo Jiu pouted slightly, straightened his clothes and sat up on the bed, hugged his knees tightly against the quilt, just looked at him obediently, without revealing the loneliness and loneliness that was everywhere on his body, and half-closed his eyes with a smile that was not a smile Sleepy eyes, like a cute little girl.

"Liu Lang misses me?"

"Think about it." Xiao Qian turned his head, the corners of his lips were slightly drawn, he seemed to have a little smile, and he seemed to have a little bit of astringency. When I heard it, it seemed to be talking to myself.

"It rained heavily last night, and I was suddenly a little scared."

Afraid, will Liulang also be afraid?

Afraid... Do you dare to admit it?

He is such a cold and lonely Xiao Liulang!

Mo Jiu rested his chin on his knees, "What are you afraid of?"

Xiao Qian pondered for a moment, then his voice became hoarse.

"I'm afraid you will suddenly disappear."

Sitting alone on the wooden chair, Xiao Qian's stern and tall body, against the thin and damp morning light outside the curtain, looks like a sculpture that has lost its soul, with a pale and bloodless complexion.

Seeing this, Mo Jiu's eye sockets felt slightly hot.

"Xiao Liulang, you will never lose me."

He didn't say what was in his heart, but Mo Jiu understood.

What he was afraid of was not that she would disappear, but that he would lose her.

When a person loses too many relatives, the wounds in his heart will become more and more painful, and his sense of existence in this world will become lower and lower, and sometimes he will not be able to find them. to the meaning of existence.

This is also a large part of the reason why she has always been very keen to support Xiao Liulang's struggle for the actually illusory imperial hegemony.

In the final analysis, but for a pursuit.

If there is no pursuit, will his life be as lonely as snow?
Of course, if he really gets what he wants and realizes his ambition, for her, whether it is luck or misfortune, she actually didn't think so much at all, nor could she think so far.

In the quiet tent, there was no sound for a long time.

After a while, I heard Xiao Qian sighing in a low voice.

"Ah Jiu always said forever, do you know how far forever is?"

"Forever? It's probably about the same distance as life."

"The end of life is the farthest eternity?" Xiao Qian raised his eyebrows.

"No, there is a place farther than the end of life."

"what?"

"The grave—" Mo Jiu giggled and blinked at him, "When we both are gone, it won't be the farthest eternity... I will join you in the coffin, and that is the real eternity." Well, as long as the sky is not barren and the earth is not old, we will always be together."

"You, alas!" Xiao Qian shook his head helplessly, with a hint of a smile.But when it comes to "death", a subtle bitterness seems to flash in his deep eyes, "Ah Jiu, even if you want to die, you have to die behind me."

Mo Jiu's eyes widened, and he laughed at him.

"Why? You say you are so selfish, don't you know that the living are actually more painful than the dead?"

So, how painful is it for Xiao Qian who sees off his loved ones again and again?
Mo Jiu probably guessed his mood, but he smiled slightly, walked over slowly, and held her hand tightly tightly.

"Promise me, let me be selfish for a while."

Mo Jiu was silent for a short while.Then he snorted and narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, Master Jiu will let you take advantage of this, but—"

After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly raised her head and asked with a smile, "You have to tell me first, since when did you start liking me? Since Da Lang has passed away, there is no such thing as Chongxi. Why do you want to be so nice all of a sudden? Are you going to marry me?"

Seeing him not answering for a long time, her eyeballs rolled.

"Could it be that you have had a crush on me for a long time?"

Xiao Qian's mouth twitched slightly.

"Ah Jiu is overthinking. I've never met you before, how can I fall in love with you?"

"...Oh, I'm so disappointed, you don't have a crush on me."

"At least at that time, I didn't have half an idea."

"Understood, you beast! No wonder you didn't feel bad about marrying me into the Xiao family, even though you knew that there was no Dalang at all, and I had to be a widow for the rest of my life, you didn't care about it at all, right? ?”

She was aggrieved, but Xiao Qian did not refute.

His eyes were dark, his voice was cool, and he sighed, as if to relieve the long-term depression in his heart, and also as if he wanted to expel all the difficult things in the past.

"I never thought that I would have any trouble with you, and I can't remember when I got into your urn and endured your entanglement. I somehow felt that you were in the bottom of my heart, and you became different... Maybe it's Yunyu. Gu, maybe not. I've thought about it, but I can't understand it. However, how can the world's feelings be solved?"

Hearing his confession, Mo Jiu remained silent.

At this moment, she felt that she was no different from Xiao Liulang.

In the beginning, she never thought that she would have any entanglement with him.

When did you start liking him?Whether it is Cloud and Rain Gu, at this time, who can say for sure?Anyway, when love comes, it comes.It can't be driven away, it can't be erased, and it can't be entangled.

She threw herself into his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist, like a shy girl whispering to her lover, "Then, Xiao Liulang, we can only be together, experience the glitz and ostentation of this world together, and walk towards the destiny that will surely push us to the next stage." The...that forever and forever."

Xiao Qian hugged her back, lowered his head, and rested his chin on top of her head.

"it is good."

**
During breakfast, Mo Jiu went to visit Peng Xin.

At this moment, Peng Xin already knew the result of their search for Song Ao from the tomb last night, and the already thin face seemed to be a little thinner.The chin is pointed, and the face is white...

Mo Jiu patted her on the shoulder and called her to have dinner together.

"Don't think too much, we will definitely find him. Let's go, try my hand-cooked rice... Hehe, it's the first time I try it, and I don't know how it tastes..."

Peng Xin was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"You go, I won't eat."

"What if you don't take it?" Mo Jiu immediately raised her eyebrows, and glanced at Song Che who had just taken the medicine and was lying on the bed, eyes closed, motionless. She went out and called Cao Yuan in, and told him to guard Song Che. Then he dragged Peng Xin out.

"Even if you don't eat, you still have to come out to see the sky and see the color of the grassland, right? You're not afraid of mold if you're locked in a tent every day? When you go back to Xinglong Mountain another day, even Xiao Chonger won't recognize you as a mother. But Zensheng is good?"

Hearing Xiao Chong'er, Peng Xin's eyes turned red.

Slowly lowering her head, she looked at the toe of the shoe, silent.

Mo Jiu looked at the top of her head, glanced at the high and wide hillside grassland, took a deep breath of fresh air, took out the little wooden figure from his bosom, and handed it to Peng Xin.

"Here. Here it is for you."

Peng Xin glanced over, looked at it for a while, but didn't answer.

Mo Jiudao: "Originally I didn't want to give it to you at this time, for fear of making you sad, but just now I suddenly felt that the potential of a person to endure pain is actually huge. Maybe it is really painful to the extreme, pressing down on a person It will get better instead. So, take it and have a look, he carved it for your son with his own hands."

Telling Peng Xin the story about this little wood being related to someone, Mo Jiu didn't take a long look, and then turned around, "Don't forget, Song Ao hasn't found it yet, and you still have a son. As the saying goes, Although a woman is weak, a mother is strong, you should weigh it yourself, I will wait for you with hand-cooked rice... for a quarter of an hour, if it is too late, you will not stay."

With her hands behind her back, she strode away.

There is a kind of rustling heroism in that upright figure.

This has always been what sets Mo Jiu apart.

Peng Xin watched her getting farther and farther back, and did not look away for a long time.

Thinking back to when Xiao Qian "died" in Lin'an, she was never overwhelmed by her shoulders, she consistently did what she should do, and survived tenaciously, and finally waited for the rain to pass...

But what about her?
Peng Xin sighed, lowered his head, and stared at the rough-carved little figure.

Seeing that huge penis, she gave a "chuck" and smiled.

Only Song Ao would do such a naive thing, right?

This man, so far she can't describe him, nor can she describe how she feels about him... Thinking wildly, Peng Xin turned the little wooden figure against the wind, looked and looked, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

I saw characters carved on the soles of the little wooden man's feet.

One side reads: My son: You are the pride of your father, and you should also be your pride as a father. It is difficult to be a great hero who stands upright.

On one side it is written: it is my father Song Ao, who was engraved by himself in the first year of Jingchang.

An indomitable hero?Peng Xin was silent.

Song Ao has never been a hero. Looking back on his life, he has not even done a few things to be proud of. Apart from teasing cats and dogs all day long, he does evil things.

In vain, a young man has lost half his life.

But if his soul returns to the west, it will be a lifetime.

Peng Xin suddenly pressed the little wooden figure to his chest, and slowly looked towards the sky.

God!Please give him, give him a chance to be a big hero.

He hasn't become a big hero yet, so nothing will happen to him.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, prayed, and let the two lines of tears slide slowly under her pale cheeks, falling into the soil and moistening the grass...

**
When Mo Jiu had almost filled his stomach, Peng Xin finally stepped into the tent.With a clear and indifferent expression on his face, neither joy nor sorrow, Mo Jiu glanced at her in satisfaction, put down his chopsticks, waved his hand, and served the rice without saying anything.

"Come on, it's still hot."

"Thank you!" Peng Xin sat opposite her.

"Don't be too polite, I can't stand this." Mo Jiu put the rice in front of her with a "bang" and stared, "Eat, look at you, you are so skinny, don't you know? It's a stinking problem, the worst thing I can see is that someone is thinner than me, how dare you?"

Peng Xin laughed.

Lowering her head, she flicked the rice grains, and suddenly she looked at Mo Jiu again.

"Xiao Jiu, when you were in Lin'an, you once said that I needed a friend, and you also said that you are the most suitable friend for me. Today, when I think about it, I am lucky...to have a friend like you."

"Damn it!" Mo Jiu looked up to the sky, "I'm so sour. Big sister, have you heard that thank you, don't stay in words, but express it with practical actions? Later, you can teach me more about raising insects. , that will do."

"Okay." Peng Xin smiled slightly.

"Small man, you can laugh, beautiful!"

The friendship with Peng Xin is very necessary and indispensable to Mo Jiu.This kind of emotion is an emotional attribute that is completely different from love and family affection. You can tell your heart and soul what you can't say in front of others.

The her in front of Peng Xin is different from the other Mo Jiu in front of Xiao Qian.

Because of Peng Xin's friendship, her life is richer.

"So, in this life, we will be friends like this. Peng Xin, listen to me, you must be right. Later, you will go with me to meet the old man Shun, don't you still have bugs? Do it all for me, greet him well, let out a bad breath before you say..."

Na Shun came out of Xiao Qian's tent last night, and was sent to the golden tent by Zhao Shengdong.

Perhaps he and Xiao Qian had already reached some kind of intentional cooperation, Xiao Qian didn't make things difficult for him, and he didn't say anything about Xiao Qian and Mo Jiu's party going to Gacha.

Just like that, he continued to stay with Su He in silence, obediently becoming his master.

Of course, Mo Jiu brought Peng Xin there not for the sake of rectifying Nashun... The most important thing is that she wants Peng Xin to get out of the messy things and find a spiritual sustenance so that he can stop thinking about it.

however--

She didn't expect that there are so many people in the golden tent.

In addition to Na Shun, there are Xiao Qian, Su Yi, and several Beimeng officials present, one of them is a guy who just came from Hara and Lin, and he brought the order of Beimeng Emperor Menghe , Let Su He go to Hara and Lin, saying that there is something to discuss.

Under such circumstances, Mo Jiu and Peng Xin certainly had no chance to deal with him.

But she was invited by the King of Jinyin to the Golden Tent. In front of the Beimeng officials, she also put on airs like a giant of the Mohist family, exchanged a few words with everyone, and sat down with Peng Xin in a calm manner. down.

It's no secret that the Mohist giant is in Gacha Village.

Obviously, Beimeng people also know about this.

The official answer Su He gave them was that he himself invited the Mohist Juzi to Yinshan for the purpose of rescuing Song Ao, King An of the allies.Now that Wang An has found it, of course it fits such a statement, but it is hard to find fault.

But now, Meng He let Suhe go to Beimeng Huangdu, why?
...Xiao Liulang, what should I do?
She had doubts in her heart, but she pursed her lips and smiled all the time, without saying a word, as if she was a distinguished guest on the throne of the Golden Seal, until the officials of Beimeng had drunk three rounds, beat their horses and left, and only the golden tent was left. After leaving them alone, she hiccupped and looked at Xiao Qian who was also silent.

"Old Xiao, shall we go?"

"Go!" There was no wine in Xiao Qian's glass, it was full of clear water, but he also drank it up with his head up, looking very bold.

"What about me?" Mo Jiu rolled her eyes.

This is what she is most concerned about. What she fears the most is that Xiao Qian will be like before. If something happens, he will leave her and leave alone. It is called protection, but it is actually alienation, which makes her hate it.

Xiao Qian put down his wine glass slowly.

As if thinking about it, he met her eyes and slowly parted the corners of his lips.

"You go too."

Aha!

Mo Jiu laughed wildly from the bottom of his heart.

But it didn't show on his face.

Scratching her head, she rolled her eyes full of melancholy, "But the Emperor Menghe didn't invite me, so I just ran to Beimeng like this, wouldn't it be inappropriate and cause people to speculate for no reason? Otherwise, I will pretend to be your little girl, little guard, little medicine boy, or your little concubine..."

"..."

In the golden tent, everyone was speechless.

Xiao Qian smiled lightly, "You can find friends."

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(End of this chapter)