Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 153 The Pit Depth 047 Meters Night (6)
For this reason, she climbed trees, poached water, and poisoned, but nothing worked. The bamboo building she visited on a rainy night was even more difficult to enter than Qianyuan Xiaozhu.After tossing and tossing for a while, not only did she not see Xiao Dalang, but the old lady and the eldest lady scolded her for a while, saying that she didn't respect her husband and son-in-law, didn't care about Dalang's life or death, acted willfully, disturbed his cleanliness, and fined her not to eat for one night.

In a rage, Mo Jiu went to the stove to eat three big bowls, and then uttered cruel words, saying that her mother-in-law doesn't want to see her, and her husband doesn't love her, so don't stop her peach blossoms, there is no warmth here, own warm place.

If he was so ruthless, Xiao Dalang didn't move.

But on the third day, she was fined for another night and was not allowed to eat.

In the middle of the night, she hid in the pile of firewood under the stove, and while gnawing chicken legs, she asked Aunt Lan, "You said Xiao Dalang, are you really not afraid that I will cuckold him?"

Aunt Lan was holding water for her, "Miss, use your brains and stop talking nonsense."

"Am I talking nonsense?" Mo Jiu glared at her, shook his head and said, "I don't know what kind of beautiful woman that child's sister is, and she has been missed by the eldest grandson of the Xiao family for three years, and she still can't forget it. Thinking about that ray of fragrant soul, neglecting my poor new wife... Alas, sadness."

She took a bite of the chicken leg and said, "It's also sad."

Aunt Lan: "..."

Mo Jiu took another bite, "Oh, I'm so sad."

Aunt Lan was helpless: "You are sad and can't get out of the house, right?"

Mo Jiu's eyes widened and lit up, "Yeah, it's still my aunt who understands me. I want to go to Zhaojidu with Elder Shen and explore the antiques there. I also want to go back to the underworld and not be with those women with long hair but short knowledge. I also miss my elder brother, and I want to go to Shennong Mountain with him to see the Mohist General Academy, and I also want to go to Lin'an..." After a pause, she touched the finger pull given by Dong Ji, and sighed, "Why? Only then can we meet friends with food and eat all over Lin'an."

Aunt Lan looked helpless, "Apart from eating and playing, what else do you want to do?"

Mo Jiu bit the chicken leg, his eyes lit up, "Teasing Xiao Liulang. Yes, I want to tease Xiao Liulang."

She was thinking about Mo Fan, and Mo Fan was also thinking about her.

But he led Mo Ling'er to ask Xiao Qian to see him three times, but they were all rejected.Xue Fang respected Mo Wang very much. Every time he came, he congratulated him, served tea and water, and said that the gentleman was in poor health and could not see guests, so he would accompany him.

But does Mo Wang need him to accompany him?

He only thought that Xiao Qian was making excuses, so he left.

Xue Fang felt distressed, "Your Majesty is really uncomfortable."

Everyone in Qianyuan Xiaozhu knew that Xiao Qian had been lying on the bed for three days.

After Mo Jiu left that night, his face turned pale, and then he ate a new prescription. Only today did he get better.In the past two years, Xue Fang has been by Xiao Qian's side, except for a little injury on the battlefield, he has never seen Shi Jun get sick.

What happened this time really confused Xue Fang.A sister Mo... oh no, she is now the young lady, why did she make her family so majestic?
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Mo Wang came out of Xiao's residence again and returned to his house in the south of the city.

This house was built by Shen Shimao, and like Shiguzhai, it is considered the Mohist property.Mohist believers are all over the world, and they are involved in many profitable industries. Generation after generation, they have been working hard. Although there are too many people to support, they are not considered rich, nor are they short of money.

There are a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers planted in this small courtyard. When August is approaching, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers will bloom before they bloom. When the wind blows, they will bring a faint fragrance.

But Mo has no intention of appreciating the osmanthus.

It's raining again today, pattering, which makes people feel strong.He sat beside the low table under the eaves, his nose filled with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, seeing Shen Shimao bring the chess cylinder over, he remained silent all the time.

Shen Shimao stroked his beard and sat down, "Deacon Zuo, come for a round?"

Mo Wang was not used to rejecting people, so he reached out to take the sunspot, but his expression was resentful.Shen Shimao observed his expression, "I don't know if I should say something disrespectful or not."

Mo Wang raised his eyes, "Elder, it's okay to say."

Seeing his gloomy face, Shen Shimao sighed and said: "I am a few years older than Deacon Zuo, and I have seen more storms. Everything is good if it is not bad. Auspicious people have their own appearance. worry."

Mo Wang nodded, clinging to Heizi, but his hand was in the air, but he didn't let it go for a long time.After a while, he said: "Miss Nine is clever, I am quite relieved. I am only worried about Ji Chen, who is so young, what kind of troubles will he have to suffer."

Shen Shimao knew a little about the relationship between Fang's siblings and Mo Wang.

Holding the white piece in his hand, he nodded knowingly, "No matter who you are worried about, if Mr. Xiao refuses to let us see, we will not be able to see him. But he will not never let us see. From what I see, he wants to ask us for a price. "

"The asking price, what price do you want?" Mo Wang looked at Shen Shimao.

Shen Shimao gently dropped a son, "Juzi."

(End of this chapter)