Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1275 The pit is 262 meters deep, love between men and women, eternal pursuit

Xiao Guan shivered, and there was a wild goose.

Under the setting sun, the sprawling mountain road is deserted.

Dusk is approaching, and the fine light of the sunset is sprinkled on the endless Hang'ai Mountains, like a layer of golden brilliance.The royal army marching in Beimeng was mighty and imposing.

Starting from Harahelin to here, the cattle and sheep on the road gradually disappeared, replaced by desolation and silence.On the road, I ran into a hunter who drove his horse into the mountain and went hunting in late autumn and early winter.

When they saw Xin Khan for the first time, they excitedly raised their bows, arrows, knives and guns, and shouted the mighty and majestic Beimeng dialect...

The ancient road stretches.

Flags fluttered.

The line winds like a long snake.

Walking here, it is close to the northern foot of Hang'ai Mountain, the target of hunting.

"Girl, there is a small town ahead."

Mei'er excitedly rode over and said that the town is called Er'er, and it's on the mountain range at the northern foot of Hang'ai Mountain.

Compared to Mo Jiu, the little girl Mei'er seemed to be more excited.

Coming out of Harlem and Lin, there was constant laughter.

It is worth mentioning that the little girl is very good at learning languages, at least much better than Mo Jiu.Probably because she has the blood of Mobei, not only can she speak Pingguo dialect, but she can also speak Beimeng dialect very fluently in just a short time.

Along the way, she rode her horse back and forth, bouncing like a little rabbit, causing the Beimeng soldiers to turn their heads frequently, with wolfishness in their eyes.

The love between men and women has been pursued through the ages.

When the man looks at the beautiful little girl, his soul will fly.

Therefore, Mei'er can always bring a lot of gossip to Mo Jiu.

For example, since leaving that night, Lord Su He, who has never been in contact with Mo Jiu again, did not bring the four concubines in the backyard or any maids with him on this hunting trip, but he brought Lu Ji's disciple, Wen Jingshu .

Of course, what Meier heard was that Wen Jingshu's trip was personally arranged by the old man Lu Ji.Su He was suffering from a disease and was disfigured. He needed to take medicine for conditioning every day, and he had to make treatment notes to observe the situation and curative effect of the medicine, so that Lu Ji could study and adjust.

Lu Ji did all this before.This trip, he originally wanted to come in person, but he was old and impatient, so he had to send his own disciple to follow Xiao Qian, which was considered a kind gesture.

"Hehehe!"

When Mei'er talked about this, her lips curled up.

"Who can't see what's going on in this way? That old man is bullying the girl too much. Just because he is kind to the prince, he wants to hold his feelings? It's really abhorrent."

Mo Jiu just smiled and said nothing——

Meier was right.

This is typical moral kidnapping.

I am good to you, I have kindness to you, you have to listen to me, but if you don’t listen to me at all, if you insist on fighting against me, you will repay your kindness, you will lose your morality, and you will be cast aside if you are unkind or filial. .

In this world, how many people have been kidnapped by morality and can't breathe?

Not bad for Xiao Qian.

"Girl?" Mei'er's eyes were flickering with light, probably seeing that Mo Jiu was not in any mood, and tried to make her happy, "Listen to them, there are many delicious things in this small town. Girl, After the team stops, Mei'er and Cao Yuan will go find you something to eat and feed you."

Her girls are delicious.

So Meier likes to use this trick to tease her the most.

Often, this trick works the best.

But today, Mo Jiu nodded resentfully, but said nothing.

Mei'er pouted her lips, "Girl, are you feeling sad?"

Mo Jiu tilted his head and squinted, "What are you sad about?"

Mei'er frowned slightly, "I don't know why Lord Su He brought Miss Wen here, anyway... no matter why, Mei'er is very angry and feels sorry for the girl..."

Mo Jiu raised his chin and looked into the distance with his neck raised.

"This evil wind is very strong! Tomorrow is going to enter the mountain. The ghost weather here is the most abnormal. Maybe the sun is just a flash in the pan today, and it will rain tomorrow?"

"Girl—" Mei'er tugged at the horse's rein depressedly, "I'm talking about business."

"What I'm talking about isn't a serious matter? Oh, so what is a serious matter?" Mo Jiu cut her coldly, as if he suddenly thought of something, he suddenly realized "Oh".

"Then the matter between you and Cao Yuan is serious business, right? Okay, you should report to me quickly. What has happened to you?"

Mo Jiu is not a harsh master.

In fact, she has never been willing to interfere with anyone's freedom, and she would most like everyone to do what they like to do.Because she always believes that a person can get rid of other people's expectations and do what he is willing to do, that is the supreme happiness of being a human being.

Recently, Meier and Cao Yuan have gotten closer.

How close is it?Serving her is often distracted, and Meier is often absent when she needs it. The euphemistic name is to "go deep into the Mohist school, take root in the Mohist school, and learn from small things." Every day, I follow Cao Yuan and watch him lead a group of disciples to do their homework. , Listening to Taoism, practicing martial arts and archery, his eyes are full of radiant love.

Little girls who fall in love for the first time are like this.

Her whole world is filled with pink hearts.

Of course, Meier was the happiest at this time.

Mo Jiu could catch her joy and never bothered her.I also sincerely bless this kind of pure, unadulterated love affair.

Ke Meier spat, her neck turned red with embarrassment.

"Girl, please keep your voice down, don't let people hear this nonsense. Where is Mei'er and Senior Brother Cao...what's the matter?"

"Nothing?" Mo Jiu raised an eyebrow.

"No." Mei'er lowered her head, looking at the path that the horse's hooves trod, and at her tiny toes.But the little girl who has just opened her heart, where can she hide her thoughts?

Biting her lower lip, her heart was beating wildly, and her eyes couldn't help but aim at her sweetheart...

Cao Yuan is the great disciple of Qianmen, and he can be regarded as the most outstanding figure in this generation of Mohism, the pillar of Mohism.He was riding a horse and walking in front at the moment, wearing a Mohist uniform, which set him off as a handsome figure, which matched the pretty Mei'er in appearance.

"It's fine if you don't admit it." Mo Jiu lazily clinging to the reins of the horse, looking at the mountains in the distance, "Cao Yuan is not young anymore, I will ask my brother to choose a good wife for him from among the female disciples of the Mo family." .Well, according to his character and talent, there must be many girls who are willing..."

"Girl! You're talking nonsense."

Mei'er was so anxious that her little face turned red, she was twisting the horse's reins with her little hands, she was embarrassed and shy, but she bit her lips a few times, her big watery eyes were still full of hesitation.

"Girl, don't find a wife for Brother Cao, okay?"

With a "poof", Mo Jiu smiled.

This is the happiest laugh I've had in the past few days.

"Why?" She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to marry him?"

Mei'er's face was dyed pink, she was as bright as a spring peach in March in the sunlight, she seemed shy and astringent, she was very lovable.

"Meier likes Senior Brother Cao, but... I don't know what he's thinking. Do you have a crush on Meier?"

Uh!
Not confident?
In front of the sweetheart, what a beautiful girl would do this, right?
Mo Jiu pursed her lips and asked her with a serious face.

"Have you expressed your heart to him?"

Mei'er shook her head, her ears were all red, "How could I be embarrassed? It's true that he is good to Mei'er, but who is he not good to? Mei'er, Mei'er is very upset."

very messy?

Such a small girl!

Alas, Mo Jiu was her age in her previous life, and she was still in middle school.

Sure enough, girls nowadays are precocious.

However, this kind of man should take the initiative, and Meier, a little girl, really can't say it out loud.Moreover, they don't have their parents by their side, and they can't have a matchmaker's words——

Marriage is rare, and it would be a pity to miss it.

Mo Jiu nodded as if she had decided on something.

"I'll help you find out what he's saying later."

Mei'er was flustered and flustered, but she didn't refute.

After thinking about it, he cast another weak look.

"Girl, don't scare him. If he doesn't want to or hesitates, girl, don't force him. As you said, it's best to be at ease with each other..."

"Forcing him?" Mo Jiu chuckled, "My Mo Jiu's little sister is so beautiful, how many men are crying and clamoring to marry back and love her, it's his boy's luck to be able to look up to her, how could he? If you refuse, how can I force you?"

**
Wangshan ran the dead horse.

The small town of Er'er at the foot of Hang'ai Mountain sounded very close, and it took less than half an hour for the hunting team to arrive at the location.

Fortunately, the small town of Er'er really lived up to it.

It was built at the northern foot of Hang'ai Mountain, like a solid city.

Here every year, the royal family of Beimeng comes to hunt. The small town of Er'er is close to the city. Not only are there soldiers from Beimeng stationed in the town, but also there is a lot of food in the town. You can retreat to the mountains and enter the countryside, like a natural place. The safe haven is so beautiful that Mo Jiu doesn't even want to go into the mountains, wishing he could just live here, relax for a few days, and clear his mind.

The royal hunting army was stationed in Er.

The sun goes down, and the twilight is all together.

Mo Jiu stood at the crenel of the city built against the mountain, looking at the dark world below the mountain and the gray sky, his long hair was blown high by the mountain wind.

For a long time, she didn't move.

Until a windcloak was draped over her shoulders.

She turned her head in surprise, "Brother, you are here."

Mo Wang hummed, his deep face was full of concern.

"Zengsheng standing on the wind? Tomorrow morning, you will go into the mountains. If you don't take good care of your body, you won't be able to go hunting."

"It's so beautiful here." Mo Jiu smiled and explained simply.

"Beauty can't stay for long. Go back and eat something and rest."

"Oh." Mo Jiu gathered the belt of the windcloak, saw that Mo Wang was wearing thin, took it off after thinking about it, and stuffed it into his hand, "Don't freeze yourself if you are a hero."

Mo Huang laughed, shook the wind cloak, and put it back on her body.

"I am a man, how can I be frozen?"

"Come on, stop bragging, as if that guy in Xinglong Mountain who has been ill for several days is not you." Mo Jiu rolled his eyes at him and joked with a smile.

The two walked into the house side by side.

There is a group of people in the distance, walking towards the steps beside the crenel.

Mo Jiu glanced casually, and saw Xiao Qian wearing a prince's robe and a cloak, several guards, and Wen Jingshu closely following him.

Her eyes were slightly fixed, but she didn't move.

Xiao Qian also saw her, his face darkened.

With a distance of two to three full, neither of them approached.

Then, Xiao Qian turned around and walked towards the steps beside the platform.Only the back and the hem of the cloak are left in the mountain wind.

Mo Jiu's heart shrank, but Wen Jingshu turned her head.

There seemed to be a smile on her pale face.

Very light, very light mockery.

Mo Jiu could see clearly, clenched his palms slightly, without showing the slightest expression, raised his chin indistinctly, and finally, he straightened his chest and took a big stride. '

"Brother, what are you having for dinner tonight?"

Mo Wang glanced at her face, "There is kumiss, mutton, and the jam you made in Harahelin, I brought you some."

As he spoke, he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Xiao Jiu, trust your heart, don't trust your eyes."

This persuasion was very level, but Mo Jiu didn't want to praise him.Glancing at him sideways, she suddenly raised her eyebrows with a smile and asked him, "Brother, I have a question."

"What?" Mo Huang was taken aback.

"Are you..." Mo Jiu dragged his voice, his eyes were dark, and he had an evil smile, "Falling in love with him? Hahaha."

"..."

"Why don't you always help him?"

With a half-smiley joke, Mo Jiu said with a pun.

"Just take care of your own emotions, don't think about others. But no one appreciates you."

Mo Wang pursed his lips and actually smiled, "Okay."

As soon as the word "good" came down, Mei'er rushed up from the steps of the crenel, looking at Mo Jiu as she walked, and looked back at the steps of the crenel from time to time.

"girl!"

She twisted her fingers hesitantly, looking a little depressed.

Mo Jiu asked, "What's wrong?"

Mei'er bit her lip and shook her head.

Mo Jiu glanced at her, and said to Mo Wang: "Brother, go ahead and wait for me to eat. I'll see what's going on with this little girl, and I'll come right away."

Thinking that Meier had something to say, Mo Wang nodded without saying anything, and entered the room. Seeing him leave, Mo Jiu took two steps forward, walked up to Meier, and patted her on the shoulder.

"What? Did you quarrel with Cao Yuan?"

"No." Mei'er shook her head, and suddenly grabbed Mo Jiu's hand angrily, leaned against the edge of the cliff against the wind, and then pointed low at the steps of the crenel: "Girl, that bitch named Wen followed Su He!" The prince has gone to see Da Khan."

With a hum, Mo Jiu said he knew.

"It's none of our business that she met him? Little girl, when did you learn to swear?"

"She's a whore." Mei'er bit her lip, her big eyes were full of anger, "Who can't tell that she just wants to hook up with the prince? Pooh, shameless, knowing that she is your man, and you want to be a toad?" Eat swan meat!"

Mei'er used all the scolding in her life on Wen Jingshu.

However, what's the point of scolding?
Mo Jiu looked at her indifferently for a while, then tugged at his sleeves slowly, "You are so angry because of this?"

"Is this a trivial matter?" Mei'er replied sullenly.

"Of course it's a trivial matter." Mo Jiu teased her with a glance, and strode inside, "Father is going to rain, and mother is going to get married..."

"Girl, it's going to rain."

"Whoever it rains has nothing to do with me."

Mo Jiu left Mei'er behind, and went straight in to eat delicious food and drink spicy food.Mei'er was left standing there alone, unable to get angry no matter what she thought.Looking at her girl's thin back, and thinking about Wen Jingshu's appearance beside Xiao Qian, she gritted her teeth.

No, I can't let her girl be wronged like this.

Pausing for a moment, she walked in the direction of another crenel.

The place where the disciples of the Mohists lived was adjacent to Prince Su He, and not far from Menghe's big tent.Menghe didn't live in a house in the small town of Er'er, but in the tent of King Khan.Before he arrived, the tent had already been set up, right in the center of Er.

For such a long time, Mei'er has been following Mo Jiu, and got to know Cao Yuan and Mo's disciples very well. She is no longer the "little skinny horse" that was trafficked back then.She is courageous and knowledgeable, and her martial arts is also refined. She has been influenced by Mo Jiu to some extent, and she also has a strong sense of femininity in her actions.

Stepping into the crenel, she looked around.

However, he quickly slipped into the shadow of the night wind.

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At night, sweat tent.

Khan's Tianwei changed his place, but his momentum did not decrease.

There is a table case in the sweat tent, and chess pieces are placed on the case.

Stove, tea, milk wine, fragrance curling up.

The guards and maids are outside the tent, and there are only three people inside.

Meng He and Xiao Qian were playing chess at the desks, while Wen Jingshu half-kneeled beside her, serving tea.

She made good tea, and with this technique, the old lady of Xiaofu and the old man Lu Ji were full of praise. Even if Menghe is Beimeng Khan, there are all kinds of talents in the audience, but this kind of tea art is also the first Tasted once.

"wonderful!"

In one word, the Tao is full of sweetness.

Wen Jingshu's lips moved, but she didn't thank her. She was still half-kneeling by the desk, with her head lowered, making tea and looking at the water quietly, with a forced smile on her expression.

When Xiao Qian said that he wanted to bring her over, many people's eyes were full of envy, thinking that she was favored.But Wen Jingshu's heart was cold, covered with spikes and dripping with blood.

What others don't understand, she understands.

For example, Xiao Qian would never let Mo Jiu come over to do this kind of job of serving men.She even needs to show courteousness to another man in front of his face.

Xiao Qian looked at his woman very nervously.

Only a woman who is not his own would be so indifferent.

Although he didn't say it, Wen Jingshu is so smart, how could she fail to see through his intentions?A man like Meng He is treacherous and ruthless, and he has no sincerity towards women. He just puts it in his account when he likes it, and forgets about it after sleeping.

Of course Wen Jingshu didn't want to be such a woman.

Even if she can't marry Xiao Qian, if she can follow Lu Ji, and can occasionally follow Xiao Qian's side, serve him, watch him, that's more dignified than this... Being a concubine is hell.

Her heart hurts.

Did Xiao Qian think that what she wanted was glory and wealth?
"Old man Lu Ji's apprentice really deserves his reputation." Meng He seemed to sense the beauty's neglect, took a sip of tea, raised his eyebrows, and handed the cup to Wen Jingshu, signaling her to drink more, and then said meaningfully to Xiao Qian laugh.

"Su He's beauty is not shallow."

Xiao Qian raised his eyes and chuckled, "Don't dare. Old man Lu Ji's apprentice is very precious. It's not the fate of the rich and powerful, so don't let it go."

"Oh?" Menghe seemed very interested.

Xiao Qian bent his lips, "Have tea."

Meng He's eyes flickered, he nodded, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow's obo sacrifice is up to you."

Nashun didn't accompany him this time.

And the Beimeng royal family will perform routine sacrifices before hunting every time.Su He used to be Nashun's disciple, so he should understand the shaman's sacrificial etiquette of beating drums, chanting mantras, and worshiping and praying.

Menghe's request is reasonable and reasonable, and it is also a sign of trust in him.

But Xiao Qian is not a wizard at all, is he?
Wen Jingshu was surprised and glanced at him.

However, Xiao Qian's eyebrows and eyes were serious, and his low voice was slightly smiling.

"Do you dare to disobey your orders?"

"Hahaha, good. So good."

Meng He picked up the teacup again, and glanced at Wen Jingshu briefly.

"Send a message to Lu Ji later on, just say that I will borrow his apprentice for a few days and let her teach my maid how to make tea, so that I can drink this kind of good tea every day."

Wen Jingshu seemed to be frozen.

The white hand clasped the edge of the teacup tightly, unable to move his body, even if the water in the cup trembled slightly, he couldn't see it at all.

Xiao Qian didn't look at her, but only said a word.

"Of course, that's her blessing."

Lu Ji wasn't there at all, didn't he just say a word?

Nowadays, the status of women is not high, and it is common for men to offer concubines and concubines to beauties for a profit, and it has nothing to do with morality at all.To put it bluntly, sending a woman is no different from visiting relatives and friends in modern society with gifts.

Therefore, Meng He regarded Su He's behavior of bringing Wen Jingshu as a kind of show of favor and "beauty" to the emperor, which is also a matter of course.

However, Xiao Qian's "destiny to be rich and powerful" also hinted at him, Lu Ji would not be willing without a status...

Meng He was not very interested in Wen Jingshu, so he didn't directly agree.He is an ambitious man. To him, a woman is just an outlet on the couch, a tool for madness.

But he was quite interested in Xiao Qian's tribute to beauty.

Seeing that Wen Jingshu clearly liked him, but he offered her up, the implication in this is worth pondering.Pushing the boat along with the current and not disobeying the good intentions of the courtiers is a trade-off that an emperor must make.

Wen Jingshu's face was ashen when she returned to her residence in Mount Er'er.

But when Xiao Qian came back from the sweat tent, he left straight away without explaining a word to her, so why did he treat her as a junior sister?

There was hatred and resentment in her heart, but she couldn't ask anything.

Firstly, there are too many people, so it is inconvenient to say more, secondly, in her private heart, she is actually not willing to believe that Xiao Liulang really hates her so much——

Therefore, she would rather choose to believe that he just needs to use her to deal with Menghe temporarily, or that Menghe has taken a fancy to her, and he has to take her to make tea for Menghe to show friendship.

Wen Jingshu understands him, sooner or later there will be a battle with Menghe, but now is not the time, he has to bear it.She was even thinking, should she make some sacrifices for Xiao Qian?
Sitting silently on the bench beside the wooden table.

Facing the bean-like light, she poured a cup of herbal tea and poured it down her throat. The cool air made her shiver and her mind cleared up a lot.

Slowly, she looked back.

On the bed was her bundle.

She got up and walked over, and took out a porcelain medicine bottle from her bag.

She thought to herself, "If I can't get it, she can't get it. If I want to go to hell, I will drag her along—"

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