Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1294 The pit is 281 meters deep, and those who get Mojiu win the world

Ayigu's voice was not low, and everyone at the banquet could hear it clearly.

Everyone in the house changed their faces, and their gazes focused on the few people involved.

With profuse sweat present, although everyone was shocked, they did not dare to speak of surprise, nor did they dare to speak indiscriminately.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a moment.

Since ancient times, men's competition for women is sometimes not just for one woman.After all, no matter how strong a woman is in the eyes of men nowadays, she is nothing more than a high-end item, something that can demonstrate a man's ability and status.Ordinary men may not dare to touch a woman like Mo Jiu, or even dare to think about it, but the more powerful a man is, the more he has to compete for her. After all, it is due to a primitive male creature who refuses to admit defeat. Instinct is an extension of males competing for good female mating rights in the jungle era...

Everyone saw the shadow of prey that flashed across the bottom of Meng He's eyes.

He is determined to win Mo Jiu.

But no matter how much he fights, it will be different when someone has a child.

In other words, Ayigu cut off Menghe's escape route and pushed him to the extreme.

The undercurrent is surging.

Will the flames of war that have just been extinguished be ignited again?
Everyone's hearts were hanging in their throats, and they were secretly disturbed.

Meng He narrowed his eyes dangerously, his fingers slowly tightened, but his expression slowly spread out. With a lazy attitude, he glanced in the direction of Mo Jiu and Su He, and suddenly smiled in front of the crowd. up.

"I wonder if my aunt has heard a rumor?"

Ayigu said that he would bestow a marriage, what kind of rumors did he spread?

Everyone has doubts, but they dare not speak up.

Ayigu looked at him with a smile: "What does the Great Khan mean—?"

"Whoever gets Mo Nine can win the world!"

Meng He's words were so clear that they could reach everyone's ears.

There was no sound at the banquet.

Everyone held their breath and remained silent, not daring to breathe.

There is indeed this rumor.

It was based on Qianziyin and Mohist weapons.

But it is only among the people, and it has not reached the level where the world knows it, and even the emperor cares about it.

At this time, Menghe specifically refers to this rumor, what is he trying to say?
Obviously, if Ayigu insisted on marrying Su He and Mo Jiu, and was so anxious that he didn't even give Meng He the time to be the princess, did that mean he was ambitious?Meng He cast this rumor very well, and he brought the art of language to the extreme. Even Mo Jiu felt that with today's Meng He, any man who wanted to marry her would probably have to weigh it first. , Is it worthy of the ambition of "world".

Of course, Ayigu can say that he has never heard of it.

However, now that Menghe has said it, you should know it, right?

Khan has said it all, but you still insist on marrying?

And in this sentence, there is actually a subtext that Menghe didn't say, but everyone understands it - only a man with supreme power can own Mo Jiu.

With a smile, Ayigu really said that.

"Is there such a thing? It seems that I am ignorant."

"It's just a rumor, how many of them can be regarded as true? It's normal that my aunt has never heard of it. I heard it, and I laughed it off. It's just that I suddenly remembered it today and said it for everyone's enjoyment." Meng He looked at Ah with a frank smile. Yigu gave her another step, showing that he had absolutely no intention of robbing Suhe for a woman.

then--

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, he threw a depth charge.

Mo Jiu was more surprised than the previous words, and they were even more unexpected.

"There is one thing that I originally planned to announce when I returned to Hara and Lin Dachao, but since the matter happened to be here, I will say it together."

All the ministers pretended to be listening attentively.

Meng He's sharp eyes looked around, passing over Xiao Qian's calm face, he smiled as if there was nothing, slowly held the wine glass, took a sip, and then smiled again: "This is also a good thing. Ladies and gentlemen We all know that Nanrong and I, Beimeng, had a good relationship during the Xianhan period. The marriage contract between Princess Seven and King An of Nanrong is still valid—”

At the table, Zaburi's expression suddenly changed.

Meng closed his eyes and glanced at his uncle, the corner of his lips curled up, "Everyone knows about this, so I won't talk about it anymore. What I want to say now is that Emperor Nanrong wants to get closer to me, Beimeng. Betrothing Princess Nanrong to my prince of Beimeng. Hahaha, such a good deed. Everyone, can I refuse?"

When the ministers heard this, their faces were filled with joy.

As for the answer?Of course no one would refuse such a good thing.

In dealing with countries in history, the favorite thing to do is marriage.

Nepotism is also the most suitable for alleviating the conflicts between the two countries.

However, marriage seems to be a simple marriage between a man and a woman, but it is actually quite delicate.

Generally speaking, the daughters of weak countries marry into strong countries, and remote and small countries marry into big Central Plains countries.To put it bluntly, it was nothing more than treating his pampered princess as a gift and using it as a political bargaining chip.Previously, Khan planned to marry Tatamin, largely because Xiao Qian was in Nanrong, while Beimeng had opened up many battlefields in Central and Western Asia at that time. .After all, in the era of cold weapons, at that time, they needed an ally like Nan Rong, who could provide economic assistance, serve as a geographical buffer, and win a good reputation in terms of situation.

But now it is different, all fronts in Beimeng are victorious, and the territory is getting wider and wider. Where to fight and where to win, it is no longer comparable to that day——

Therefore, Tatamin's marriage actually had political considerations.

It is not so much that Zaburi's nonsense made Menghe dare not fulfill the promise of the day, it is better to say that the current Beimeng is so powerful that it does not need the princess to marry at all, and even regards the princess' marriage as a shame.Menghe's request to Zaburi has been resolved by procrastination.

Then, why did Nanrong marry the princess to Beimeng?
It is impossible for Nan Rong not to hear the news that Bei Meng is going south.

The current Nanrong is also the new emperor ascending the throne, but the country is extremely rich, but the people are not strong, and its force is far inferior to that of Beimeng. It is like a piece of cooked fat that makes people want to take a bite every minute. The princess got married, of course, because she wanted to stabilize Beimeng first, so as not to rush into the battle and mess up her position.At least, give him a little buffer time.

At this time, he couldn't afford it.

Menghe, who is also the new emperor, has an advantage in this regard.

Therefore, regarding Song Xi's marriage request, his big laugh was his attitude.

That means arrogance, sarcasm, arrogance.

The princes and ministers at the table, as long as they have a sense of national honor, probably feel the same as him.The joy is beyond words.Amidst the whispers of the crowd, Yi Ercao, the prime minister on the right, stood up, cupped his hands overjoyed and said, "Khan, I don't know which princess Nanrong wants to marry Beimeng, and which prince?"

This is what Mo Jiu wanted to know.

Song Xi has only one biological sister, Princess Yujia, who is so stupid that it is impossible to marry her.In addition to Yujia, there are many sisters who are not Song Xi's own sisters.Anyway, there are many daughters in the royal family, just grab a random one to marry and solve the current problem——

She pricked up her ears.

But Meng He said: "Emperor Jingchang's cousin, Princess Ziyan."

Mo Jiu's heart skipped a beat.

Song Yan?Oh yes, Song Xi succeeded to the throne, and Song Yan was promoted from princess to princess.

But marry far away in Beimeng—poor girl.

She was worried about Song Yan, but Meng He continued to drop bombs.

"Princess Ziyan is the daughter of the virtuous king. When Emperor Huadi was still alive in Nanrong, she was already very favored. Emperor Jingchang also regarded her as his own sister. Now that Princess Ziyan is married far away, Emperor Jingchang is extremely grateful. Sincerely, we can't wrong the princess. But in the Beimeng royal family, there is only one prince who has not yet married his concubine, Su He—"

No wonder I said it at this time.

Where is this bomb?
Mo Jiu thought it was completely malicious.

Maybe not only Menghe's malice, but also Song Xi's?

She was thinking, she couldn't see other people's expressions clearly because she was covered with a medicine cloth, and she didn't even know that all the civil and military officials in the seat almost all looked at her, the woman who had just conceived a child for Lord Su He.

What a dramatic scene!

This reversal made Mo Jiu dumbfounded.

Menghe's meaning is very clear.

Princess Ziyan has a noble status and cannot be a concubine.Although Beimeng and Nanrong are different, men here can be polygamous, which means that a man can have many wives with the same status, and there is no distinction between wives and concubines.But people in Nanrong don't believe in that after all?It was a monogamous country, and if a man who had already been married married a woman, they would definitely treat him as a concubine.

Then the problem is coming.

Can Su He still marry Mo Jiu?

Even if you give her Mo Jiu face and count her as an equal wife, should you wait for the princess to get started first?

No wonder Meng He was shocked when Ayigu said it, but he didn't panic.

People simply have a back move.

Maybe, just waiting for Ayigu to propose it on his own initiative and drill in.

Even if Mo Jiu is pregnant with a child, can it be a major national event?

The marriage between the princess and the prince is not just a matter of two people.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little ambiguous.

Everyone is quiet, no one speaks.

"Auntie, look at this—" Meng He's deep black eyes had a hint of a smile, and he performed the banquet like a scene of a cold war, and he himself forced Ayi step by step. Gu and Suhe seemed to have thought of a countermeasure long ago, and they obviously fought a good battle, "The princess is a noble person, and she must not be willing to be inferior to others. I thought that we will discuss it separately when the princess arrives. If the princess doesn't mind , it would be more appropriate to grant a marriage, Auntie, what do you think?"

What else can I say?
Mo Jiu secretly mocked in his heart, even if he couldn't see it, he knew that Ayigu couldn't refuse, even Xiao Qian couldn't refuse.Today, Meng combined two hard.One is to get Mo Jiu to win the world, and the other is to marry Princess Zi Yan.One tight and one loose, one inside and one outside, two major things bound them up, if they still broke free and asked to marry Mo Jiu, it would be disobedience.

"Khan is very right." Ayigu's voice was soft, and he turned to look at Xiao Qian, "Then wait a little longer, it won't take long to get from Lin'an to Hala and Lin, I think it won't be long, Zi Yan It's time for the princess to arrive."

Mo Jiu didn't hear Xiao Qian's voice, and didn't know his expression.

Judging only from Ayigu's brisk voice, regarding Song Yan's matter, she seems to be... happy to see it happen?

The banquet resumed the rhythm of eating and drinking.

The unhappiness about giving the marriage seems to have passed like this.

But Mo Jiu's heart was broken.

A person who can't see and is in the dark is easy to be depressed. Thinking about these things, her heart beats even more.The matter of the child has been exposed, and she doesn't know how many disturbances will be waiting for her in the future.Song Yan was coming again, she was not worried that Song Yan would snatch Xiao Qian away, but felt that this matter was far from being so simple——

Poor woman, always a victim.

Marrying Beimeng far away, she can't marry Xiao Qian, what will happen in this life?
well!She sighed vaguely, her voice was so small that no one could see it except herself.

A hand suddenly reached out from under the table and took her hand.

Mo Jiu's body froze for a moment, and when she wanted to retract, her hand squeezed tightly again——

She understood, it was Xiao Qian.So, pinch back to show that I don't care.

"Are you full?" She heard his voice.

Shaking her head, she thought about it, then nodded, "I have no appetite."

"What to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anything. I feel a little nauseous—" As she spoke, she suddenly felt nauseous, and she vomited uncontrollably.Xiao Qian patted her on the back and quickly carried her out.

In this way, the news of Mo Jiu's pregnancy seemed to be confirmed.

The morning sickness reaction was noticed by everyone.

Meng He's expression was slightly cold, and the reactions of all the ministers were different.

But since then, the water in Beimeng has become more and more muddy.

……

On the ground where Er was exposed to the fire, there were bare scorched black everywhere.

Mo Jiu was carried out by Xiao Qian, and the cool wind outside swept away, and the air was much cleaner. She took a few deep breaths, and felt much more comfortable in her heart.Youyou sighed, she groped and hugged Xiao Qian's neck tightly.

"I'm much better, I don't want to throw up anymore, please let me down."

Xiao Qian hummed without saying a word, and sat her down on a stone bench.

This place was originally a small garden, but after it caught fire, it turned into ruins.

Mo Jiu reached over with both hands, grabbed his arm, raised his head, and smiled with his lips, "Song Yan's marriage, is it true or not? Meng He is probably trying to fool us, just say it casually." ?!"

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Qian said: "He dare not speak nonsense."

Also, this kind of thing, the dignified son of heaven, even if he talks nonsense, can he give someone a handle?　
Xiao Qian gently touched her head, "Fool, don't think too much, take care of your body and protect our baby, and leave other matters to me, okay?"

"Yeah." After so many things, Mo Jiu is no longer as anxious as before.

When people open their eyes every day, they want to solve things.No matter what happens, worrying doesn't help.

She thought for a while, then tilted her head and asked, "Does Ayigu know about my pregnancy?"

This time, Xiao Qian thought about it for a long time.

"It should be unknown."

After hearing this, Mo Jiu's heart sank.

If she doesn't know, it's understandable to use pregnancy as an excuse to fight for their marriage. If she knows and still does it, she's either stupid, or the scheming is terrible.

It is a good thing if there is no internal conflict.

Mo Jiu let go of his heartstrings, held Xiao Qian's hand with a smile, shook it, and asked with a soft smile: "What shall we do next? You don't really want me to marry you with Song Yan, do you? Damn! No, absolutely not, even if that woman is Song Yan, I can't do it."

"No way!" Xiao Qian squeezed her back, "Leave it to me, okay? You just need to raise the baby."

He seemed genuinely too nervous about the little baby in her womb to let her give a damn about it.

Mo Jiu thought about it and agreed.

"Okay then, it's hard work, husband."

"I should share, just because you don't want me to work hard for you."

It was rare that under Mo Jiu's training, Xiao Qian became more and more able to express his emotions. These words pleased Mo Jiu, she nodded with a smile, and let Xiao Qian carry her back to the banquet.

Everyone is happy with singing and dancing.

Everything looked so peaceful.

But Mo Jiu's ears seemed to hear an unusual breath.

The smell of gunpowder hidden under the calm is getting stronger and stronger——

……

In the morning of the next day, the hunting army full of prey set off from the small town of Er'er and returned to the imperial capital Harahelin.

Three days later, the Great Khan of Menghe issued a decree to confer the title of his righteous sister, Mo Jiu, as Princess Saihan, which is known all over the world.

Saihan means "beautiful", which shows how beautiful Mojiu is in Menghe's heart.

In addition to gold, silver, jade, and jewelry fabrics, Menghe also granted Mo Jiu a mansion built by the Han family, and the construction started on the day after the canonization.

Seven days later, Menghe held a canonization ceremony in Wan'an Palace.

Massive, grand and luxurious.

That etiquette is comparable to the registration of the middle palace.

Mo Jiu never thought that Beimeng also had so many red tapes.

And, it's manners that she really, really hates.

All kinds of congratulatory sounds in the past few days made her wish to kill Meng He.

Yes, she was in a very bad mood.

Firstly, she was unwell during pregnancy, which affected her mood.Second, it has been several days since I came back to Hara and Lin, and her eyesight has not recovered. She still has some problems seeing things, double images, confusion, and tears when she sees strong light.Xiao Qian asked her to continue wrapping the medicine cloth when she slept at night, and when the daylight was too bright, she had to wear a veil to avoid the light when she went out, which was extremely inconvenient.Therefore, she was full of uneasy peace, and she was even more unwilling to cooperate with Meng He in acting.

For the grand ceremony, Menghe specially sent two concubines to help her and teach her some etiquette in Beimeng, which can be regarded as the most important in Beimeng.However, Mo Jiu didn't even want to learn the etiquette of the Han family, and was even more lazy to deal with it.

Therefore, she used the inconvenience of her eyesight as an excuse to learn nothing at all, and she did not participate in activities that she could not participate in. Even the extravagant ceremony for the canonization of the people's empty alley, she was only led by Mei'er to go through a situation. After getting the princess seal and gold book bestowed by Meng Heyu, he lazily came back.

Before her princess mansion was repaired, she still lived in Su He's palace.

There were many rumors outside, but Mo Jiu ignored the gossip and rumors as if he didn't hear or know.She has always been a willful person, and she lives to be happy for herself, so who cares what other people say?She needs to treat her eyes, it is very convenient to have Xiao Qian by her side.Moreover, with the growth of her pregnancy period, her body's discomfort reaction became more and more serious, which caused a great psychological burden on her.

There is no way to check the birth, and she does not know the condition of the fetus.

Thinking of her Cloud and Rain Gu, Facial Loss Disease, and thinking of all kinds of troublesome things, she would sometimes be inexplicably irritable, thinking that this child came at the wrong time, and they shouldn't have a child at all.But thinking about it, thinking of Xiao Qian's lonely appearance, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

Left, right, impetuous, she was pregnant and thin.

So suffering, a month has passed.

Counting the days, it was already the tenth day of November in the first year of Jingchang.

The fetus in her stomach is more than two months old.

The pregnancy reaction worsened. She always felt tired and sleepy every day. She was too lazy to think too much, but her mind was very heavy. Like a Lafayette.He has something to go out, she is like a wandering spirit, swinging around.

These days, it seems that the people in the mansion have basically acquiesced in her relationship with Su He, and regard her as the mistress of the mansion, and she is also used to the plants, trees and interpersonal relationships of this mansion.

Probably the lazy days have passed for a long time, and she almost forgot many important things.

For example, Xiao Qian's martial arts contest.

For example, Song Yan still wants to marry.

"Mei'er—" Rubbing her temples, Mo Jiu closed her eyes and asked, "What day is it today?"

"Young lady is living a muddled life. It's the eleventh of November, and it's the last day of the prince's martial arts competition."

November eleventh.

She usually doesn't remember the lunar calendar, but this day is sensitive.

Because in later generations, Double Eleven is Singles' Day or "Hand Chopping Day".

But——the last day of the contest, the day of the final decision?
No wonder he left so early today!
For a month, he was busy every day, but he was never busy in front of her.No matter what annoyances are going on outside, when they come to her, they will speak softly, don't show her the slightest face, and only report good news but not bad news.

Mo Jiu sighed quietly, "This guy is really, alas!"

"What is the girl sighing for? The prince is really kind to the girl." Mei'er's eyes showed envy, she pressed her lips tightly, and a slight gloomyness appeared on her face, "If senior brother Cao treats me—"

Speaking of this, she suddenly realized that she had lost her composure, shut up quickly, lowered her head shyly, picked up the porridge that had been cooked, kept stirring it with a spoon, watched the steam curling up from the porridge bowl, and fell silent.

Mo Jiu bent his lips and reached out his hand to her.

"It's done, stop pretending, give me the bowl, my heart will fly away, people should hurry to find him!"

"No." Mei'er fed her with a spoon, "The prince told me to take good care of you. I can't be lazy."

Mo Jiu opened his mouth and took a bite, "It made me look like a useless person, and it also affected your young lovers. How can I be so fragile? Now I have almost adapted to it. As long as I don't go out, I can stay in the house by myself. take care."

While she was talking, Mo Wang hurried in suddenly.

"Xiao Jiu—"

Hearing that his voice was slightly lowered, Mo Jiu was taken aback.

"What's the rush, brother?"

Mo Wang said: "I just got the news that Princess Ziyan's wedding ceremony has arrived at the bank of the Orhun River, thirty miles away from Hara and Lin. The person who sent her off was Su Yi, Prime Minister of Nanrong—"

　It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month, if you have a monthly pass, put it in a bowl.It's about to expire!It's a pity.ok~
　　
　
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