Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 293 The pit is 069 meters deep
Xue Fang was thinking about life when someone touched his shoulder suddenly.

He looked up and saw Chuang Bei's standard posture reciting "Amitabha Buddha", "Why?"

Chuang Bei looked at him squarely, touched the smooth and hairless top of his head, and asked strangely, "What are you reading alone?"

Xue Fang replied, "I'm talking to the envoy!"

Chuangbei clasped his hands together, "The donor is really sad, where is the Lord?"

Xue Fang was startled, and then looked to the side.But where is the figure of Xiao Qian?
He was speechless, "I read Shijun away? Or did you go to the young lady?"

Chuang Bei shook his head and gave him an unfathomable expression, "The Buddha said: Don't say it."

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In the outskirts of the city, after drinking for three rounds, Mo Jiu's face turned even redder.

She leaned over and picked up the pole of an autumn chrysanthemum by the stone table, held its gorgeous golden flowers in the palm of her hand, thought about it and tore off a few petals, soaked them in the wine glass in front of her, swung them around, and watched the petals entwine Transparent liquor, I feel that this painting style is too beautiful for no reason.

"Dong Ji..."

Dong Ji's long hair swayed lightly, and he turned to look at her.

There was only a soft "um", which seemed to be entangled with countless emotions.

Mo Jiu touched his rolling face, let go of the flowers, and asked seriously: "Your place is so beautiful, how much money is it worth?"

Dong Ji didn't expect her to ask this inexplicably, and said with a light smile, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

An ordinary girl would have to coyly refuse, but Mo Jiu immediately became interested, and settled the matter with a tap on the table, "Okay, okay. It's a deal?"

Dong Ji was really taken aback.

Regardless of the value of this courtyard, just relying on this high platform overlooking Lin'an City will cost a lot of work, money and time.

But how can he take back what he said, "It's a deal."

Seeing him so forthright, Mo Jiu's affection for him increased a bit, and he squeezed his chin with a smile, and looked at the Lin'an mansion from the high window with fluttering curtains, the lights were gradually extinguished, and it was rendered in a dark city, "No Do you know the name of this house?"

Dong Ji said softly: "Since I sent it to you, it is up to you to name it."

Mo Jiu was also polite, "This is good."

After pondering for a moment, she stared at the chrysanthemum petals in the wine glass in front of her, and said with a hammer, "Just call it 'Chrysanthemum Terrace'."

"Chrysanthemum Terrace?" Dong Ji was silent for a moment, with a warm smile on his face, "Good name."

Mo Jiu laughed loudly, hiding his shameful and petty thoughts in his heart. When he was serving the wine, he couldn't help coughing and choking tears.Probably because of her courage after drinking, and in a happy mood, she picked up a chopstick, tapped rhythmically on the side of the porcelain bowl, and sang the well-known song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" in her previous life.

Your tears are weak and wounded
The pale moon bends, hooking the past
The night is too long, it condenses into frost
Who's in the attic, cold despair
The rain flicks gently, the vermilion window
My whole life has been swept away by the wind on paper
The dream is far away, turning into a wisp of incense
随风 飘散 你 的 模样
The chrysanthemum remains, the ground is wounded

your smile has turned yellow

Flower fall people heartbroken

I am silent
The north wind is chaotic, the night is young

Your shadow keeps cutting

Leaving me alone on the lake in pairs...

This guy doesn't sing very well, but he can't help but have a good voice. In addition, she has listened to the song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" countless times in her previous life. It is difficult to sing out of tune. Also leisurely and graceful.Gradually, she sang indiscriminately, and suddenly heard accompaniment music in her ears, the sound of the piano was like the stars flowing in the Milky Way, with a trace of sadness, a trace of unspeakable feelings...

(End of this chapter)