Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 387 The pit depth is 085 meters awkward (3)
"It's over, it's over, I'm dead!"

Dongji bent his arms and saw her avoiding him like a snake and scorpion, frowned slightly, and soon regained his composure, told him to be careful on the road, and added: "Jiu'er, if you have something important, just take it with you." Come to me with your fingers. As long as you look for it, I will be there."

Last time, he said, as long as you come, I will be there.

This time, he said, as long as you look for him, he will be there.

That is to say, he won't wait for her here anytime, but as long as she is in a hurry and shows the jade wrench, people here can find him immediately... In other words, he is also in Lin'an, but he doesn't live here often.

"Oh."

When Mo Jiu heard that he agreed, he felt a little run away. He didn't have much memory of how he was helped into the carriage by the mandarin duck. His mind was full of "drunk beauty", and he blushed all the time when he thought of the poison. A lifetime... No, she would have prematurely aged before her lifetime was over.

Weaver's face...

And Fang Jiran's face...

The appearance of the two of them swayed in her mind from time to time.

A woman cherishes her face, she can't imagine that one day, how she will face the appearance of premature aging.

By the time she recovered from her chaotic thoughts, she had already left the Chrysanthemum Terrace.Thinking of Dongji and the embarrassment of that moment, she opened the curtain and looked back.

Dong Ji was still standing outside the chrysanthemum platform, his cloak fluttering in the wind, his tall body was like a stone sculpture.

Mo Jiu waved at him, slowly lowered the curtain, lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the carriage lightly, and asked the driver slowly, "Where are you taking me?"

The coachman chuckled, and replied loudly: "Young Master has orders, and the girl will go wherever she wants to go. The younger ones will let the girl order."

Mo Jiu nodded: "Yiranju."

Now that fate has made a choice for her, she can only face the difficulties.Fleeing is not only cowardly, but it can't explain anything.

Whether it's for drunk beauty, cloud and rain Gu, or premature aging... She seems to be unable to escape Xiao Liulang's palm.Moreover, in a short period of time, she never thought of drawing a clear line with Xiao Liulang.

In addition, the Tiantai Mountain Sacrificial Terrace, the Bagua Tomb, the Lady Jade Carving, the Thousand-Character Citation, and the Weapon Atlas...all of them are like living objects, calling to her soul. Every time she thinks about it, the blood in her body seems to throb. .Regardless of whether she is a Mohist joust or not, she cannot resist this temptation.

Somehow, she had a feeling.

She, Mo Jiu, came here for them.

Perhaps only by unraveling these mysteries can she become the real her.But with the current situation in Nanrong, as well as her own situation, Xiao Qian is very useful to her.

After all, with Cloud and Rain Gu, not only he can check and balance her, as long as she wants, she can also check him.

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The sky seemed to be hung with a huge piece of black silk, and there were a few sporadic stars floating in the night sky, which were also bleak.

In the courtyard of the privy envoy's mansion, a little autumn wind rustled past, rolling the fallen leaves on the eaves, peeking at the situation in the house among the bright tiles.

The room was very quiet, and there was no wind at all.

Xiao Qian was dressed in a black brocade robe, with a fox-fur collared cloak on his shoulders, reclining lazily on a rosewood beauty chair by the window, holding a white jade-like jade chair between his slender fingers. Cups, drinking wine slowly, a pair of black eyes are as cold as a deep pool, without waves, waves, or emotions.

The smell of wine is very strong.

He only tastes lightly, does not drink deeply.

In front of him, several guards knelt down.They all lowered their heads, as if they were receiving punishment for a mistake, they didn't dare to look up into his eyes, and they didn't dare to speak too much.

(End of this chapter)