Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1302 The pit is 289 meters deep

The first day of the twelfth lunar month in the first year of Nanrong Jingchang.

At dawn, the gates of the city opened, and the news that the Beimeng cavalry was about to go south was rushed to Lin'an from eight hundred miles outside the Great Wall.

It was snowing all over the sky, and in the imperial capital frozen by the West Lake, a single stone stirred up thousands of waves.

It's the end of the year, and the season of the twelfth lunar month is not a good time to fight at all.Never has a war of aggression been chosen at such a time, especially when Beimeng is the main force of the cavalry, and the horses need to eat and drink. This season is covered with ice and snow, and there is no green grass. forage?
If the information was not accurate, such news would definitely become a joke.

At this time, the people of Lin'an City are preparing Tusu wine, firecrackers, fireworks, and lantern performances, waiting for a lively and peaceful new year.Never thought that there would be such an accident?

Joy and hope become sorrow overnight!
From the court to the people, everyone was caught off guard.

Who wouldn't want a day of ease and enjoyment?
Once the war started, where would there be peace?

In an instant, the melancholy of the war dilutes the joy of the New Year.

At the same time as the news of the war came, there were two other things.

One is Princess Ziyan's suicide by hanging herself.

The other is the "adultery" between Prime Minister Su Yi and the princess and Su Yi's escape.

Regarding the second news, although everyone in Beimeng firmly believed it, no one in Nanrong, from the emperor to the ministers, would believe it at such a time.Anyone with a little brain can think that this incident is inseparable from Beimeng's conspiracy to go south.But as the person involved, Su Yi has not returned to Lin'an yet.After he escaped from Hara and Lin, there has been no news.However, compared with the post soldiers who rushed to deliver information at [-] miles away, he had pursued soldiers on the road and had to pay attention to a lot of things, so his footsteps would naturally be much slower.

For the first news, the Nanrong court mourned.

The princess went out of the fortress, representing Guoge, her death was so unclear, it was a hard slap in the face of Nanrong.

The situation was urgent, while the Nanrong court was actively preparing for the war, and at the same time held a symbolic funeral for Princess Ziyan.

The funeral was not grand, but Song Xi issued a sacred edict, which said: "The state has wars, and everything should be kept simple."Because of this, linking the innocent death of Princess Ziyan with the hatred for Beimeng's troops going south, the civil servants wrote countless brocade articles eloquently, describing Beimeng's tyranny, cruelty, greed, massacre, and raising troops with excuses. , Expose one by one, thus arousing the enthusiasm of the soldiers and civilians of Nanrong to fight against the invasion of foreign enemies.

The death knell rang, and the world mourned.

The death of the princess must be paid in blood.

The strong atmosphere of the festival was blown down by the funeral.

however--

What the Nanrong court did not expect was that the momentum of resistance aroused by Princess Ziyan's death quickly changed direction.

Day after day of heavy snow, the news of Beimeng's southward movement was blown from Lin'an City to every corner of Nanrong.Beimeng people are portrayed as beasts with hair and blood.They rob food, rape women, burn, kill, rob, and plunder everything.An extremely cruel image was spread in the form of overwhelming rumors, covering the entire sky of Nanrong with a layer of haze that could not fade away, like the end of the world, tense and desolate.

Before the battle, morale has been low.

Slowly, in the streets and alleys of Lin'an City, the old sayings were brought up again.

——Xiao Qianzhu, the Xiao family died.

——Xiao Shizhu, Jiangshan died.

These two sentences were widely circulated in the Xiao family's more than [-] execution grounds.But when people died, the tea was cold, and it gradually faded away. The people lived their own lives, and the Xiao family was forgotten.But together with the war, the original Xiao family was a family of military generals, starting from Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian's father, Xiao Qian's grandfather, and the ancestors of the Xiao family have all been on the battlefield for generations——

However, they were exterminated.

Some people said that Xiao's grievances did not dissipate, and he came back through Beimeng.

The theory of gods and ghosts spread like wildfire.

People became nervous, changing the different versions to spread the strange remarks with Feixue.It was even compiled into a folk song by someone with a heart, and it was sung so that all children and old people knew it, and it made people panic.

It can prevent the mouth of the people, but it is difficult to prevent Sichuan.

The Nanrong court was powerless to stop such mere rumors.

Such a wind of sorrow and desolation has dealt a huge blow to Nan Rong.

If the army's morale is slack, that is the appearance of being exposed!
For this reason, the court was full of gloom and mist.

Beimeng wants to destroy Nanrong, take control of the Central Plains, and aspire to become the king of the world. His intentions are clear.

However, Nanrong's habit of nurturing scholars and admiring literary ethics, coupled with decades of internal party disputes and suppression of generals, has made Nanrong a country that has long been the richest, most civilized, but also the most cowardly "" Weary big country".

With the sudden sense of crisis, the first thought of the pampered princes and eunuchs in Nanrong was to seek peace from Beimeng.

From an ally to a summation.

Song Xi did not accept such remonstrance.

On the second day of the twelfth lunar month in the first year of Jingchang, Song Xi began to dispatch troops and generals to prepare for the "royal conquest".

There was an uproar all over the court, and everyone said it was absolutely impossible.

Song Xi had made up his mind, and went to court the next day. With Hanlin scholar Zhu Guangqi as his right chancellor, and Huaixi Xuanfu envoy Zhang Chengren as a privy envoy, he urgently dispatched troops from Xinzhou, Jiangzhou, Huangzhou, Yangzhou and other places to fight with Gyeonggi University. The battalion was assembled, with a total of about 80 elite soldiers, ready to go north.

At the same time, Emperor Jingchang personally wrote a copy of the imperial edict, starting from Lin'an, and urgently sent it to Gu Liyang, the guard general of Bianjing, who was granted the title of General Zhenbei, and ordered him to guard Bianjing, the first fortress that went south with Beimeng. Beijing.Along with the oracle, there are countless gold, silver, jewels and beauties, and countless promises——

Many ministers were puzzled by Song Xi's sacred edict.

Gu Liyang is Xiao Qian's old tribe, and most of the Bianjing tribe are old people left by Xiao Qian during the Northern Expedition.

After the Xiao family's clan was exterminated, although Gu Liyang did not abandon the Nanrong court, he would have the intention of renunciation after all. If he was allowed so much gold, silver and jewels, wouldn't it be a threat to a tiger?

However, Song Xi insisted on going his own way.

As far as he is concerned, whether to reward Gu Liyang or not will not change the result.

Those soldiers and horses who stayed in Bianjing Mansion for a long time had already left his hands.

Instead of forcing people to rebel before fighting when Beimeng goes south, it is better to appease them first.

The north wind was howling, and the cold was threatening.

The sound of horseshoes gradually receded from the city gate, and with the oracle of Lin'an, they flew to the snow-covered North Kingdom.

In Nanrong Palace, amidst the snow and bleakness, there is a rare sunset glow in the sky, sprinkled from above the snow-capped auspicious beast roof, setting off this ancient and majestic and gorgeous palace, it is as quiet as death, and it also shakes the person sitting there. The man in front of the corridor narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Li Fu!" He sat for a long time, then suddenly called in a low voice, "Tea here!"

"Here, Your Majesty." The chief eunuch Li Fu carefully carried a teapot with a long mouth, refilled hot water for the emperor, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and retreated silently, for fear of disturbing the emperor's "elegant pleasure of admiring the snow". to his punishment.

Of course, the emperor didn't notice him.

He frowned slightly with thick eyebrows, his cool eyes narrowed slightly, he kept looking at the snow covering the roof, seeing the heavy snow blending with the palace, he seemed to have left this world, and saw some amazing prosperity Beautiful scenery, a strange smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

"I heard that your eyes are broken? When you return to Nanrong, may you see such a beautiful scenery?"

Not knowing what he was talking about, Li Fu heard the words faintly, and his shoulders couldn't help trembling.

The emperor is getting weirder and harder to serve.He usually doesn't get close to people, except when he goes to the court to discuss matters with his ministers, he rarely speaks a few words in a day.But today the sky is bright, and he doesn't care about the national worries outside. He sits here alone, pulls up a chair to enjoy the snow, and talks to himself.

Li Fu thought to himself: Maybe he was agitated abnormally by the news of Beimeng going south?

well!He couldn't help but sigh.

I am used to living a comfortable life, and no one does not like peace and joy.

Even if he is just a eunuch, he doesn't want to raise troops and suffer people.

But in this battle, the smoke of gunpowder has already ignited, and it will only be sooner or later.

Li Fu was thinking, there should not be a gust of cold wind blowing over his shoulders.

He looked back instinctively, only to see Empress Xie wearing a snow-white fox fur cloak, carrying a red sandalwood food box, a big belly propping up the clothes, as if something was inside, about to break The appearance of her belly coming out made him shocking, afraid of touching her body.

Surprised, he hurriedly bowed and saluted, "Your Majesty—"

Xie Qingshan raised his hand to stop his greeting, and stood outside the wooden fence, looking at the figure of the emperor.

After staying for a long time, without seeing Song Xi turning back, seeing that he didn't seem to notice her coming at all, Xie Qingshan pursed his lips and smiled, before letting Li Fu support him, he walked behind him.

"Your Majesty, it's so cold, why don't you go back to your room and rest?"

Song Xi frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he slowly turned around and smiled gently.

"Why is the queen here?"

It's the twelfth lunar month!
The good day of Xie Qingshan's delivery is also approaching.

In ordinary days, Song Xi would not allow her to go out of the palace, let alone walk in the snow like this.

He sighed: "I've said it several times, the weather is cold and the road is slippery, so be careful."

Xie Qingshan smiled wanly, "The palace servants have swept away the snow, I'm not afraid!"

"Sweep, the road is slippery."

"The concubine knows that His Majesty is worried, but—" Xie Qingshan supported him by the shoulders, slowly bowed to straighten the heavy robe on his body, and said with pity: "The concubine is also worried about your majesty. The war There are frequent rumors, the state affairs are hard, you are not in good health, and you have been taking medicine all the time, how can I rest assured that you are alone? Look, I made soup for you, do you want to come in and taste it? "

Song Xi narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the bright white sky, Xie Qingshan's face immersed in the light and shadow was extraordinarily gentle and honest.

But when her breath gently brushed his temples, it made him feel a cool itching.

Like some spikes scratched into the bone.It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't scratch it.

He took her hand slowly, stood up from the chair, and smiled slightly.

"Hands are so cold, I don't want to wear more. Let's go, I will accompany you back to the palace!"

"Okay." Seeing him take the food box, Xie Qingshan couldn't help but smile on the corner of his lips, and looked sideways, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding."

"It should be."

"This Tomson concubine has been stewing for an hour."

Xie Qingshan spoke with raised eyebrows, but Song Xi's cold eyes gave her a chill, as if she had been splashed with cold water.Even if two people are so close, they can't bring her much warmth.

This man was nice to her, always been nice.Especially after she became pregnant, she took good care of her and pampered her like a jewel.But such beads, such treasures, she knew very well that she didn't want them, and she didn't want them.

He was so close to her, yet so far away from her.

His body was always covered in a layer of solid ice, and he had never been opened for her.

She is his queen, she is his woman.

But she was cut off from his world by him cruelly.

Xie Qingshan didn't know Song Xi well.

I didn't understand it before, and I don't understand it now.

As for this battle, she heard that he was yelling at his ministers in the main hall and was angry at the table, but when he returned to the palace, he could watch the snow and enjoy the scenery leisurely and mutter to himself, even, she actually From the side of his face, I saw a smile, a sincere smile.

That smile disappeared after he heard her appear.

Instead, it was a sour and astringent smile that made her laugh.

full of depression,
This depression made her feel a sense of grievance, and she wanted to burst out at any time——

Let want to yell, want to get rid of this kind of ice that will not melt under the love of husband and wife for a thousand years.

But—she couldn't do anything.

She is Empress Nanrong, the dignified and graceful Empress Nanrong.

Thinking sullenly, Xie Qingshan's reaction was already strong in the late pregnancy, so the ups and downs of her heart made her feel a little bad.His heart was pounding, his face became pale as paper, he almost stepped on the skirt that was dragging on the ground and fell——

"Ah!" she exclaimed.

Song Xi had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and supported her in time.

"The queen's complexion is not good? Is there any discomfort?"

Xie Qingshan forced a smile, slowly stroked Gao Long's lower abdomen with his hands, and pursed his lips shyly.

"Isn't the little prince in his stomach torturing his mother?"

When it comes to children, her eyes are bright and pure.

Song Xi was startled, and suddenly moved his eyes away, as if he couldn't bear to look at each other, he looked at her lower abdomen.

"This kid is really solid. Wait until he comes out and see if I don't teach him a lesson."

Hearing him talk about their children in such a clear voice, Xie Qingshan finally regained some blood on his face, and looked at Song Xi with a smile, as if he wanted to see through his dark eyes, and see clearly what he was thinking at the moment—what the hell is going on? Is it his child, or that woman in the snow-white expanse beyond the Great Wall that doesn't belong to him at all?
However, there was no emotion in Song Xi's handsome face.

He dutifully helped her back to the palace, and called the palace servants to keep her warm and soak her in hot water.But after setting her up, he glanced at the north wind blowing outside the window. After a moment of silence, he couldn't sit still. He said that he had business to do, and told the palace servants tenderly, asking them to take good care of the queen. to leave.

"Your Majesty—" Xie Qingshan bit his lower lip, "Stay with me for a while, okay?"

Song Xi's eyes are a bit colder than Dongxue's, his brows are cold, his eyes are cold, and his lips are also cold. In those two sparkling waves, there is no trace of warmth in his gaze, even though he has actually worked hard Bring a smile to her.

"Queen, I have something important to attend to—"

Seeing his troubled face, Xie Qingshan smiled slightly.

"Just a moment, just a moment. I want to talk to you."

She stared at him without blinking, with a stubborn look, like a child wanting candy.

It has been rare for her to be so self-willed for so long.

But her coquettishness did not make Song Xi stay.

He sighed silently, turned back, stood in front of her, and raised his hand, as if he wanted to stroke her hair, but he stretched his hand halfway, then dropped it again, and the voice he said was full of exhaustion.

"I'll go to the Gyeonggi Daying in the afternoon. You know, I want to go to the imperial conquest. I have a lot of things to do, and I really can't accompany you. If you are bored, I will send someone to call the queen mother to come over and talk to you, or go to the backyard. In the greenhouse, enjoy the flowers and plants, and play with the birds, okay?"

"Okay." Xie Qingshan nodded, staring into his cold eyes with a forced smile, "But Your Majesty, my hair is messed up. Before you leave, can you comb it for me?"

Combing hair and drawing eyebrows are the secret affairs of husband and wife's boudoir, and women in ancient times liked it most.

But when she said it shyly and timidly, Song Xi's brows were covered with a layer of mist like light waves.

She couldn't see through, nor could she see through, but she could understand his reluctance and rejection.

"I'm really too late." After Song Xi explained, he was silent for a moment, and suddenly sighed heavily, as if he didn't want to hide that much anymore, so he simply sat down, "Queen, you are pregnant with my child, and I am willing to treat you well. Within the range that can be given to you, no matter what you want or do, I can pamper you and give you the greatest favor. However—”

His eyes were dark, his brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be smiling, but his expression was more like self-suffering.

"I can't do anything against my will."

Against your will?

Comb your hair, how can you go against your will?
A man, an emperor, for a woman, why is this so?

Thinking of his kindness to Mo Jiu, and his protection of Mo Jiu in every possible way, the hatred in Xie Qingshan's heart almost broke through his reason.But she clenched her fists slightly, but she couldn't say anything, her throat seemed to be bitten out by some beast, she was suffocating in pain, but she couldn't make a sound.

After pondering for a long time, she got used to nodding and smiling at him.

"Then - Your Majesty, let's go."

Song Xi gently hugged her, and his figure disappeared into her bedroom.

She was alone, sitting there like an ice sculpture that would not melt.

"Ah!"

Gently, she smiled.

"It's said that the empress is loving. Don't you love her?"

This love is not that love.

Xie Qingshan knew in his heart that there was kindness, but no love.

They hadn't had sex in bed since she was pregnant with the baby.

He said that the imperial doctor ordered that intercourse was forbidden if she was pregnant, but how could she not know that he didn't like her?

There is nothing sadder for a woman than her husband not wanting to have sex with her.

If Xie Qingshan's only consolation is that although Song Xi does not have intercourse with her, he has no concubines by his side.

Empress Dowager Xie once complained about this, thinking that the royal family had to spread its branches and leaves, and could not favor only one person.But Song Xi blocked her mouth with one word.Xie Qingshan's child belongs to the Xie family, if other concubines also give birth to princes, it might be another situation where brothers are fighting each other.That being the case, why not wait until Xie's child is older before talking about it?

Thinking about how young he was, Empress Dowager Xie just turned a blind eye.

Ever since, Xie Qingshan became the only woman who favored Nanrong's harem.

But at this time, in the quiet bedroom, looking at the window paper that was blown by the cold wind, this harem No. 1's eyes are cold, his fingers are clenched tightly, like an abandoned child, his red eyes are almost falling. Weep.

"Yeah!"

"The servant is here."

A thin girl came out from behind the curtain and bowed her head.

"What's your order?"

"Go!" Xie Qingshan stroked his slightly uncomfortable lower abdomen, "Call the imperial physician over."

Youxi was startled, she answered "Yes", and raised her head again, "Your Majesty is not feeling well, can you go and call Your Majesty back?"

"No need." Xie Qingshan waved his hand, and slowly closed his burning eyes, "A sensible wife should not disturb her husband when he is worried about foreign affairs."

sensible!

Xie Qingshan has always been sensible!
But at this moment, being so sensible made her like a she-wolf who had been forbearing for a long time, wishing to drink someone's blood and eat someone's flesh. A kind of resentment eager to vent dominated her mind, making her very annoyed, and then I had to force myself down for the sake of the child, but in the end I couldn't do anything, I just ordered Xixi softly.

"By the way, send the letter on the desk for me!"

Yanxi frowned, suddenly a little afraid of such Xie Qingshan.

Her face was ferocious like a ghost.

Every time I see her in a ruthless state, my blood will freeze, and my back will feel cold and tense.

Not daring to disobey, she bowed her head obediently.

"The slaves obey!"

……

……

The wind and snow in Lin'an can't reach the streets of Hala and Lin, but the situation in the northern and southern imperial capitals is similar.

Tension, low pressure.In the weather, there seemed to be some exciting factors floating around, and there seemed to be some cramped atmosphere hanging over people's heads, and they couldn't be fiddled with.

However, compared to the sluggishness of the Nanrong people, the tension of the Beimeng people was all driven by their blood.

The ambition to rule the Central Plains will not happen overnight. Over the years, their glorious war history of repeated victories has also swelled their confidence to the extreme.From top to bottom, there was a lot of applause for the matter of going south.The nomadic Beimeng people are warlike. They are different from the gentle Nanren who grew up in Yanyu Yangliu Yiyi in the south of the Yangtze River. They are willing to use their lives to fight, snatch, and seize whatever they want.They have been coveting that amazing prosperous Nanrong for generations, and they are finally about to fight for it. How determined is that strong man's determination to cut off his wrists?
The sky is getting dark and the wind is cool.

In the sky above the Lingtaifang under the night, there is smoke from cooking——

After the big wedding a few days ago, after what happened, Mo Jiu left the "unlucky house" where Princess Ziyan lived, and carried her dowry, led her disciples, and dragged her unused firearms After returning to Suhe's palace, he still lived in this Lingtaifang with a big stage.

Menghe did not interfere with her actions.

Including the incident of the Mo family arresting the assassin that night, they did not pursue it at all.

In the current war, all the little things are reduced to nothing.

Moreover, since Meng He ordered Su He to lead his troops to the south, he has been quite conniving with matters related to Su He.

Regardless of the foreign affairs of dispatching troops, or the internal affairs related to personal emotions, he will not participate positively.

Anyone who saw that trustworthy and virtuous gentleman would feel that he was going to let Su He do it.

But on a calm day, Mo Jiu's heart was hanging.

She doesn't understand war, but she probably knows that the season of ice and snow is too unsuitable for war.

cold!It's too cold, the breath turns into ice, to put it more harshly, if you urinate out, it will freeze in an instant, how do you fight?
But Xiao Qian has been busy all day these days, without touching the ground, he left the house almost before dawn, and when he came back, it was covered with snow, and the night was dark, and she had already fallen asleep, so it was difficult to put these worries to rest. Tell him about it, but it distracts him.

She believed in him and had her own plan.

So, even if you are worried, don't ask.

He was also afraid that she would worry, so he rarely mentioned it.

Every time he came back, it was late at night, and he didn't want to disturb her sleep, so he often lay outside her with his clothes on, hugging her gently, several times when Mo Jiu woke up in the middle of the night, he saw that most of his body was cold outside the quilt, Jane Jin felt distressed.For this reason, no matter how late it is, she must wait for him and leave a light for him.

In desperation, Xiao Qian came back earlier.

But there are still too many things.

During these tense days of preparing for the battle, the two rarely talked.

Today's weather was colder than usual, and Xiao Qian still didn't come back as the night was getting dark. Mo Jiu was worried, and on a whim, he rolled up his sleeves and went to cook for him.The disciples of the Mohist family who were helping on the stove saw her coming and pityed her for her poor eyesight, and felt a little nervous, but she was very energetic and did not allow anyone to help, and just did the same thing by herself.

She is a woman who refuses to admit defeat.

Not to mention the loss of eyesight, even if he is completely blind, he must live like Mo Jiu, the ninth master of the Mo family, not a weak woman who needs to be taken care of.

however.

After being busy for a full hour, she tried her best to cook out a table of dishes, and instead of waiting for Xiao Qian to come back, she waited for Wan Yanxiu.

Originally, Prince Su He's wedding was over, and Wan Yanxiu was about to leave.

But at that time, Bei Meng was arresting Su Yi everywhere, and the situation was extremely tense.

In order to protect Song Yan, Hara and Lin, the most dangerous place, are safer.

Therefore, Wan Yanxiu stayed for a few more days.

But in two days, the Beimeng army will go south, and it would be inappropriate for him to stay in the whirlpool.

Therefore, he came to bid farewell to Mo Jiu today.

A person casually walked into Lengtaifang, like a familiar host, with a gentle fragrance, looking around in a suave manner, his handsome appearance is really rare.

The little girls in the palace couldn't look away.

But when Mo Jiu saw him for the first time, he frowned.

"It's third uncle, are you getting fat again?"

Lord Wanyan, who came to bid farewell after dressing up for a long time, felt his back stiffen when he heard the words, and his whole body was not well.

But staring at Mo Jiu's pitiful half-closed eyes, he shook his head and sighed, sat down with a hum, and looked at the delicious food on the table, feeling a little comforted.

"Nian you have bad eyesight and prepared delicious food for me, I will forgive you."

"——" Mo Jiu sat opposite him, tilted her head, and looked at him carefully.

"No, it's really fat! I read it right."

Wan Yanxiu rubbed his hands, picked up a dish with chopsticks bluntly, "I said you have bad eyesight! Why are you so stubborn?"

"Okay." Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows and stopped arguing with him, but glanced at the curtain behind him, "You came alone?"

"It's said that your eyesight is bad, but you still don't believe it." Wan Yanxiu's tone was light, teasing, extremely annoying, "Where did you see anyone besides me? Trash!"

Usually being scoffed at like this, Mo Jiu would definitely retaliate.

But today she lowered her eyebrows and suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Wan Yanxiu was startled, and only heard her muttering softly.

"you are leaving?"

"Hmm." Wan Yanxiu pursed his lips, "Can't bear to part with me?"

"—" Mo Jiu frowned slightly, "I want to meet her. Can I?"

In the past few days, Wan Yanxiu, who has been a guest at Hara and Lin, visited Mo Jiu twice, but each time he came by himself, regardless of Mo Jiu, he was hopeless, and he did not bring Song Yan to see her.This made Mo Jiu very depressed, but she knew in her heart that Song Yan "just died", and this time is indeed not suitable to come out and make a show.

But even if she understood, she was still unavoidably unhappy.

Song Yan is gone, when will we meet again?
There are many things that she still wants to tell her and tell her?

Seeing her sullen look, Wan Yanxiu sighed inwardly.

As cruel as it was, he still had to say no.

"Everyone gave it to me, why do you want to see it, I will bring it to you? It doesn't make sense."

This person has done all the good things, but his mouth just stinks!

Knowing what he was thinking, Mo Jiu pursed his lips, had no choice but to give up, raised his sleeves and picked up his chopsticks, and put some vegetables into his bowl, his voice softened a lot, "Then please uncle, please take good care of me She, this girl has a hard life, and after such an accident, she went to Ah Le Jin, and she is also alone and helpless, alas!"

Thinking of this, she sighed.

People without a home spend their entire lives on the move.

Even if Wanyanxiu would treat her like a golden nest and a silver nest, I'm afraid it would be difficult to appease.

"Take care of her? Can you really think about it?" Wan Yanxiu's handsome eyebrows slanted, his eyes were full of depression, and his chopsticks clattered, "I said, Mo Jiu, do you regard me as your servant? Do what you want, do what you want? This matter, I held my head in my hands, and I didn't get any benefits, so I just let it go. Now I still help you take people to Alejin, this is a great kindness, from now on Have you let go? How do you hear what you mean? In the future, I will control her food, drink, and her mood?"

Mo Jiu was slightly taken aback.

Seeing his aggrieved face, he couldn't help chuckling.

"Who told you that you are my wolf's third uncle!?"

"Hmph! Come on!" Wan Yanxiu narrowed his eyes sullenly, with an air of arrogance, and his tone was extremely impatient, "Don't think I don't know what you little bitch is thinking."

"..." Mo Jiu pouted, "Uncle!"

"Don't call it uncle, it's useless to call it father."

"You can't be its father anymore? The wolf's mother is dead!"

"Mo, Jiu!" Wan Yanxiu gritted his teeth, "Who do you think I am?"

"Uncle it!"

Seeing her charming appearance pretending to be silly and blinking her eyes, Wan Yanxiu rolled his eyes, and his heart softened again.But in a flash, this guy didn't know what to think, sneered, picked up the chopsticks again, sighed leisurely, and teased her with a half-smile, "You bitch is bold, dark-hearted, and vicious! You I thought I ran here for nothing, why?"

"Oh? For what?" Seeing his seriousness, Mo Jiu wanted to laugh more and tease him.

"Hey!" Wan Yanxiu suddenly looked back at the door curtain.

The wind was leisurely, there were only the two of them in the room, and even the waiters went down.

The corners of his lips twitched, and he turned his head abruptly, staring at Mo Jiu lightly.

"You know that I want to sleep with you, but you pretend to be stupid. Mo Jiu, I will not agree to take care of her. Unless, you let me—"

(End of this chapter)