Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1266 The pit is 253 meters deep

In the whole banquet, Meng He sat the highest.

Every move of everyone in the hall could not escape his eyes.

Naturally, Menghe knew a little bit about Mo Jiu's affairs.But seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. There is a big difference between the guess in the bottom of my heart and the real person.For example, he didn't know that Mo Jiu's beauty was so unique.I don't know what's wrong with Mo Jiu, it turns out that it's so elusive, and I don't know the doubts about Mo Jiu... It turns out it's also so interesting.

To him, to Ayigu, to anyone, she thought it was no different.

Except - Su He.

In her eyes, there are many people.

But in her eyes, Su He was the only man from beginning to end.

As far as he knew, they knew each other in Yinshan, but only for a few days - how deep is the love, can this be so?
Some things can be concealed.Emotion alone cannot.

His dark eyes were narrowed, revealing a touch of interest.

Before that, he had been reticent except for the necessary politeness.

The wine in the cup has never been drunk, let alone a toast.

But after a moment of silence, he suddenly raised a cup to Mo Jiu.

"It is a great honor for Ben Khan to come to Beimeng today with the great son of the Mohist school. Here, I would like to offer a toast to the great son."

As a great son of the Mohist school, Mo Jiu is actually worthy of Meng He's glass of water and wine.In Nanrong, in Juan, in any country in the world, the Mohist giant is a special existence.But when it is time to be humble, you must be humble and give the emperor enough face—especially the current Beimeng emperor.

Mo Jiuzheng stood up in fear, looking flattered, raised his glass with both hands, and bowed his head.

"The grassroots are terrified, thank you Your Majesty."

"Haha, Juzi please!"

Meng He did it first as a respect, seeing her sitting down after finishing her drink in "fear", there was actually no trace of "fear" on her face, and her eyes were a bit dark.

"Juzi is refreshing!"

As he spoke, he suddenly squinted at Xiao Qian and smiled slowly.

"Su He just returned to Hala and Lin from Yinshan Mountain, are you still used to it?"

"It's okay." Xiao Qian answered calmly.

Meng He nodded, his voice suddenly sank, and if there was a sigh that seemed to be nothing, "Originally, these things were discussed after two days. But today, all the nobles are here, and the wine is full. It's touching...you can't spit it out!"

The emperor said so much, can everyone still drink it?
All the people in the hall focused their eyes on Meng He's face.

Xiao Qian's eyes under that mask darkened, he slowly stood up, and bowed his hands to salute him.

"Khan has something to say, just speak up."

Meng He pressed his hand and signaled him to sit down, looked around the crowd, and sighed: "When the former emperor was still on the throne, he sent envoys everywhere to conquer the east and west, and this is how the vast territory of Beimeng is today. The richness of the people of Beimeng. The previous emperor’s wish was to rule the world. Now this Khan is supported by all the people, and he is fortunate to inherit the legacy of his ancestors. For worrying."

Ha ha!

Mo Jiu couldn't help laughing secretly.

Being an emperor is exhausting!
What are you talking about?Serve directly.

Your emperor is worried, who dare not relieve your worries?
Xiao Qian naturally understood what he meant, and said with a slight smile: "As ministers, it is natural for the king to share the worries. The worries of the sweat are the worries of the ministers - but the ministers are stupid and don't know what the sweat is about. means..."

Meng He clenched the wine bottle, looked at the ministers, his eyes turned slightly cold.

"Foot dances to the southwest, horses tread the middle earth."

One word at a time, firm and powerful.

Beimeng is a rapidly rising armed power. It has been fighting west and east for decades, and has never stopped fighting.With the expansion of force over the years, Beimeng is expanding its territory at a speed that frightens the world, and it has unknowingly become a tiger king in the jungle of the world.Stamp one foot, and the world will tremble three times, making the hearts and hearts of neighboring countries tremble.Martial force has already left Nanrong, Xiyue, and the disappeared Huan far away.

however--

As far as Mo Jiu knew, before that, Beimeng was preparing to launch another western expedition.

But at this time, why does Menghe say that he wants to "jump to the southwest and ride the horse to the middle soil"?
——His goal is to turn to the south?

When the former emperor was around, no matter how much he planned and planned, he had an alliance with Nanrong to fight against the emperor together.

The emperor changed to Menghe, is he ready to tear up the agreement?

——And, what he meant was to let Su He lead the army and test the waters of Nanrong?

The shot was not unexpected, but it was also unexpected.

Meng He was a man of ambition at first glance, and it was expected that he would want to impress Jian Zhirong.To put it bluntly, which of the neighbors in Nanrong doesn't want to "step on the middle ground"?What Middle-earth has is not only material, but also culture and civilization, which is the ancestral heritage that they will never get no matter how powerful their force is——

It's strange that they don't want it.

But how much heart does Menghe have to trust Su He, who is an adult who shows himself as a wizard mask, except for symbolically training thousands of cavalry in Gacha Village for self-protection, and has never been involved in military affairs at all?
She was surprised!
No wonder he was conferred the title of King of the Golden Seal and let him lead the affairs of Monan.

Did you want to use him a long time ago?
All the ministers in the palace were also a little surprised.

Look at Menghe, then look at Suhe, with different eyes.

At the focal point, Xiao Qian frowned slightly.

"If the sweat does not give up, my brother is willing to fight for Beimeng, and I will not hesitate to shroud the body in horse leather!"

How important is military power to a court?

How delicate is the ownership of the military leadership?

But Menghe put the words to his lips. If he still didn't respond, the emperor would be embarrassed.

Not only he thought so, but everyone in the hall thought so.

However, the deepest intention of the emperor lies in the fact that it must be unpredictable.

Even if someone guessed it, he would have to go around three times, and he would not easily follow people's thinking.

Meng He laughed out loud, as if he was very satisfied with his answer, that public laughter stirred up echoes in the hall, and that heroic posture, like a domineering king who opened up the territory - of course, he is indeed domineering .Before proclaiming himself emperor, Meng He's war horse had trod across thousands of miles of battlefield, and the blade in his hand had drank countless blood.

Therefore, this is an emperor who was killed from blood, so he naturally understands the importance of having military power in his hands. How could he randomly give this candidate for "horse riding on the middle soil"?
He probably felt that he had fooled all the ministers, and he was very satisfied.

That smile became more willful.

"My lovers misunderstood, and Su He also has a heart. However, I am a descendant of the Beimeng God, a vast country, and there are countless brave sons and warriors. There are many brave and good fighters. To tell you the truth, before today, I have Several generals wanted to lead the army to the south, and this Khan was very embarrassed..."

When he said this, he stopped.

At first glance, there was a message, and the hall became quiet.

Sure enough, Meng He stroked his mustache, and said with a smile on his face: "An old saying goes: Thousands of soldiers are easy to get, but one general is hard to find. Ben Khan thought and thought, and suddenly came up with an idea. Taking advantage of today, with everyone Aiqing discuss and discuss."

The emperor's mind is unfathomable!
You said it, what else are you discussing?
Mo Jiu sneered in his heart, squinted his eyes slightly, and Yu Feng secretly glanced at Xiao Qian.

His eyes were indifferent, as if he was not surprised by Meng He's behavior.But his body movements are highly consistent with those of the officials——

"Your Majesty is wise! I wonder if there is any good strategy?"

Amidst the compliments from all the ministers, Meng He spoke every word with great force.

"Test it with martial arts, wrestle it with strength, and count it with good planners!"

Test it with martial arts, in martial arts.

Use force to angle it, in force.

Those who are good at planning are living in strategy.

Is he trying to determine who will go south through a competition?
But if you want to go south, shouldn't you be caught off guard?

Mo Jiu doesn't understand the matter of leading troops to fight, but the ancient and modern principles are the same. How important it is to seize the opportunity. Beimeng did it with such a great fanfare, or he didn't take Nanrong seriously at all, or even gave it to him in a high-profile way. They time to prepare.Either it was a bluff, there was no plan to go south at all, and it was not the right time to start, tearing up the face first, making gestures, which is almost the same as the military exercises of later generations.

So—is Menghe the former, or the latter?
Before she could figure it out, the hall was already buzzing.

A group of ministers responded enthusiastically to the emperor, and Zhidao Menghe's views were extremely wise, just like Nanrong's martial arts, so that it could select talents for Beimeng, so that the generals of Beimeng would not be out of favor. This is the trend of the times.

Anyway, how nice to say.These flattery were done silently and exquisitely, which opened Mo Jiu's eyes.

Discussion and decision, the rules of the competition and the schedule will be discussed separately by the adjudicator and the assistant envoy, and then submitted to the emperor after the detailed rules are drawn up.This matter, like this, is considered to be a conclusion, the emperor, he only needs to throw bricks and attract jade, and the rest will naturally be done by errands.

The climax fell and the banquet drew to a close.

Meng He was in a good mood, smiled and waved his sleeves. The jade on the crown of the hat flashed into everyone's eyes with a cold brilliance, just like what he said immediately, shocked Mo Jiu's heart instantly.

"The dancers tonight all come from the Middle Earth. Beautiful and gentle, are all lovers satisfied?"

Coming from Middle Earth, are you still satisfied?
This reminded Mo Jiu of a story.

It is said that the parents of an island country will always teach their children when they are young, this apple comes from China, is it sweet, do you like it?If you like it, grab it when you grow up—why do you feel that the meaning of Menghe is also a bit similar?
Get the women from the middle land and domesticate them to sleep with the dignitaries and dignitaries in Beimeng. When they feel comfortable sleeping, their wolf ambition will become more and more unbearable-at that time, should they rob them like a wolf?

"Brother Suhe."

When he heard Meng He calling Xiao Qian, Mo Jiu's heart skipped a beat.

His eyelids trembled, and he raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw him smiling and pointing at the glamorous lady leading the dance.

"I heard that you love Chinese culture, and this woman is interested in you. You can take her back to the mansion tonight."

Does loving Chinese culture mean the same as loving Chinese women?

In the eyes of these people, is there any difference between women and pigs, horses, cows, and sheep?
Mo Jiu's heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife, and she was very uncomfortable, but seeing Xiao Qian's brows frowned, as if he was trying to refuse, she pressed his hand lightly under the table and laughed softly.

"Such a beautiful girl is really rare."

This hint is obvious, she has no objection to him accepting that woman.

Xiao Qian hesitated for a moment, pursed the corners of his lips, and followed suit.

"Thank you, Great Khan, for the reward."

Accepting will naturally be much smoother than refusing.

However, in Xiao Qian's view, the biggest reason why Mo Jiu accepted it readily was because he was afraid that he would be embarrassed in the hall, but he never thought that after leaving the banquet, she would actually have someone take that girl back to the palace—his inner house .

"Ah Jiu?" He was puzzled, "What is this going to do?"

A woman whose origin is unknown can only be sent to the servant's room.

Although Menghe rewarded him, isn't it up to him whether he sleeps or not?

This kind of thing, even the emperor, can't control the inside of the mansion.

Mo Jiu shook her head and smiled slyly, "Then you don't understand, I think she dances very well today. Turn around and ask her to dance for me when she's free."

Xiao Qian: "..."

Glancing at her men's clothing, Xiao Qian turned his eyes slightly, but he didn't know what to think, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"From now on, if it's not necessary, don't wear men's clothing anymore!"

Alas!Mo Jiu was slightly surprised.

After meeting his strange gaze for a moment, I suddenly understood, and I couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Are you afraid that I... will become a man?"

Naturally, Xiao Qian would not answer this kind of question.

He gently took her hand and went to his yard.

"If you practice men's things often, you will inevitably become a man's heart."

"That's great, we two can have sex naturally! Haha."

"—"

Under Mo Jiu's words, Xiao Qian already understood what it meant to be a base.

But he didn't think it was a wonderful thing, and he didn't understand why Ah Jiu had such weird preferences.

Holding hands, the two returned to the inner house, where they found a woman and a maid who were arranging things.The tables, chairs, and utensils are all completely new, and there is nothing missing from the tea sets.They were all rewards from Menghe, or sent by Princess Ayigu. There are so many items, so exquisite and precious, that Mo Jiu couldn't stop tsk-tsk.

"so good!"

Feeling around, looking around, she put down a golden plate.

"A fly in the ointment, why is there no food?"

"What would Ah Jiu want to eat?" Xiao Qian asked softly.

"Ah!" Mo Jiu sat down on the chair and sighed absently, "There are so many things to eat. But this Beimeng, even the official banquet... Sigh, what good food can there be in this place? ? My lord, I suddenly miss Lin'an, sweet-scented osmanthus meat..."

She swears all she thinks about is meat and food...

But Xiao Qian's eyes sank, and he saw that she was slumped on the chair, looking weak, her waist was soft, her face was soft, her appearance was more delicate than the paintings on the wall, she looked like a fairy who came down from the fairy cave in the sky It seemed so beautiful...Suddenly, he couldn't bear to listen to the voice of the servant.

With a wave of his hand, he told the mother-in-law and the maids to go down and sit beside her.

"Ah Jiu."

"Yeah." Mo Jiuban opened his eyes and yawned, "I'm a little sleepy. I don't take a shower tonight, can I sleep in your bed?"

"——" Xiao Qian grabbed her hand, stared into her eyes, paused for a moment, and said something irrelevant, "I take back what I said earlier."

"Ah?" Mo Jiu stared, "Which sentence?"

"You should wear men's clothes instead of women's clothes."

Speaking of which, Mo Jiu always thought that she looked better in men's clothes than women's clothes.But that is also based on the fact that she is from modern times and has a relatively neutral aesthetic.For men, no matter how good-looking men's clothes are, how can they be as pretty and charming as feminine women's clothes?

Blinking her eyes, Mo Jiu seemed to realize something.

Getting up quickly, she lay half in his arms and asked with her head held high.

"What are you nervous about?"

He scratched her nose and said coldly, "What do you think?"

"What did I say? I guess, you must love me badly."

Mo Jiu has never been stingy with pushing his nose and face.

With a hee hee, she hugged Xiao Qian's neck with her backhand. Between her raised eyebrows and eyes, there was a smile as bright as a spring flower, and the little things that bloomed in front of him belonged to Mo Jiu alone. The glow of confidence I've seen on any woman, "You don't want my beauty to be shared by other men. Oh no, you don't want my beauty to be seen by other men at all, do you? Well, I understand you , those amazingly talented women... Mo Jiu is the only one, so we have to be more careful."

Xiao Qian was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

"Little shameless!"

"Hey." Mo Jiu made an exaggerated serious face, "Ai Qing, did I say something wrong?"

... Mo Jiu is indeed the only woman who dares to call herself "Zhen".

Xiao Qian patted her buttocks helplessly, seeing her raised her mouth in dissatisfaction, shook her head and smiled again.

"Yes, yes, my little Jiuye is amazingly talented and looks like a fairy. I can't wait to build a golden house and hide it privately, so that no one can see it—"

"Then make it, make it!" Mo Jiu is not such an easy person to deal with, especially when the two get along so harmoniously, she is a little girl after all, so she is inevitably coquettish, "I'll just wait for you to make it. But , before your golden house is finished, don’t tell me what I like to wear, you must know that the last thing a man can do is to interfere with a woman’s beauty, understand?”

With a sound of "En", Xiao Qian's tone was light, as if he was laughing.

And it seems...absent.

His eyes flicked to the soft couch separated by a curtain.

Brand-new couch, new bedding, no one has slept on it yet...

I don't know if it's soft or not, but Ah Jiu's white body is placed on it... What kind of scenery should it be?Thinking of this, his tolerance for her little arrogance almost increased a few more degrees. No matter what she said, he just listened but didn't answer, and was finally defeated by her chatter. He just sighed and hugged her. He touched her waist and lifted the curtain.

Mo Jiu yelled, hanging on him like a monkey.

"What to do? We haven't agreed yet..."

"When we left, the eldest princess was still in Wan'an Palace."

"So what?" Mo Jiu was confused by the words.

"She will go to Menghe and tell us about us."

"so what?"

"Although there is no golden house, marriage can be accomplished."

"Pfft!" Mo Jiu couldn't help it.

Pounding heavily on Xiao Qian's shoulder, she laughed "giggling", her whole body was soft, her delicate face and watery eyes seemed to open a door for him, and he could do whatever he wanted... ...That's not enough, she reached out to take off his mask, and regardless of his facial expression, she twirled in his ear and threw him a bait.

"That depends on whether my husband can feed the family well..."

"You goblin." He seemed to hate her so much, but also seemed to love her so much, he threw her heavily on the soft couch, then leaned over, pecked lightly at her complainingly pouted lips, and then pulled her belt.

Mo Jiu quickly pressed his hand, "Don't do that!"

"Ajiu don't want it?"

"Yes." Mo Jiu's eyes seemed to have hooks, and she smiled lightly, "But I can't ask for this..."

"Huh?" His voice was hoarse, and the fire in his eyes seemed to overflow from his sockets.

"This way—" Mo Jiu pressed his shoulders, and deftly escaped from his arms, then supported his shoulders and pressed down, sat on his waist condescendingly, and gently took off his hair crown. Next, ten fingers combed his long hair in an orderly manner, letting him fall on the side of the pillow like a waterfall, fiddled and played, like a cunning little witch, with half-closed eyes, evil, bad, and one An uncontrollable undercurrent flowed through one by one.

"Ah Jiu..."

His voice trembled slightly.

"Liulang, don't move." Her two rows of feather fan-like eyelashes fluttered lightly, she lowered her head, stared into his eyes, and moved closer to him bit by bit, like a slow motion with light and shadow, while saying love , while slowing down the movement, it made him itchy like a bug in his heart.

"Well!"

Mo Jiu half-closed his eyes, stroked his hair, and held his face with both hands.

"Well, it's all right. Next - I should go find my little girl to dance. And you, you should also calm down and think about how to cooperate with Da Khan's cu dance to the southwest, horse stepping on the middle soil, and win the competition, right?"

As she said, she was about to jump down and put on her shoes...

But how could Xiao Qian give her a chance?
"Mo Jiu! You, dare!"

Every word, he was gritting his teeth.

The fire in the heart is already on fire, and if it is not extinguished, it will kill people!

His reaction was extremely intense, different from his usual indifference, he grabbed Mo Jiu's arm and pulled her back... eagerly and crazily.

"Xiao Liulang!"

　Tomorrow is the National Day, here, I wish our motherland mother a happy birthday...

　　Well, everyone, during this holiday, let's have fun, celebrate, let go of your mind, and have sex

　　
　
(End of this chapter)