Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 41
There was a cloud of fog in his heart, Mo Jiu salivated and approached, "Big Deacon, take me to have a look, anyway, I have a life-saving grace for you, right?...Although you didn't accept it, it is also a life-saving grace, you can't deny it." .”

In Mo Jiu's mind, since this man wanted to take her away, he would not give up any chance to leave.But she didn't expect that he would be so stubborn in this matter, no matter what she said, he would not be moved.

Mo Jiu subconsciously felt that he didn't want her to contact people inside the Mo family.

But what she was most curious about was this...

So, she turned to Xiao Qian for help, "I'm going."

Xiao Qian has never spoken much, and when he was showing off his tongue, he would just stand silently, with a cool and indifferent appearance.Now that he heard the sound, he only glanced at Mo Jiu indifferently. In his bottomless black eyes, a stream of broken gold flashed slightly, but he responded, "Why did you take you?"

Mo Jiu raised his head and gave him a smile, "With me here, if you are not strong enough, can you exchange me for the little princess?"

This matter is her guess.

Since Song Yan is in Mo Wang's hands, wouldn't it be best to exchange her?
But the corner of Xiao Qian's tightly pursed lips raised and he smiled.

Mo Jiu felt that when this man smiled, he was really good-looking and... deserved to be beaten.

"Exchange? How can your identity be equivalent to that of the princess?"

Standing on the stone steps, he was more than a head taller than Mo Jiu. When he looked at her, he absolutely looked down. He had a silver-red cloak, a handsome appearance, and indifferent black eyes. An inexplicable coercion made Mo Jiu couldn't help but take a step back.

But this guy's words were too sinister, Mo Jiu's teeth were itchy, and he was not convinced, "Uncle, I will give you a chance to reorganize your words... Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Xiao Qian didn't even give her any extra wink, just walked past him, took the reins of the horse from Xue Fang, and jumped up in an air-conditioned way, as if he didn't want to pay attention to her, but he made people feel uncomfortable A bay horse was given to her.

Not only Mo Jiu, everyone can't guess him.

But for the doubts of others, he has always had only one expression - no expression.

Except for Mo Jiu, there is one more thing - dislike.

Mo Jiu stroked the bay red horse happily, looked at Xiao Qian's back with a smile, got on the horse leisurely, and shouted loudly: "Actions are actually more sincere than words, I forgive you."

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This trip was the second time that Mo Jiu rode a horse in front of people.

Others were curious, so they didn't ask any more questions, but Song Ao was restless, even though he was anxious to save his sister, he still asked curiously, why a little widow like her can ride a horse, and she can easily control his horse Qing Cong went to "elope"?
Mo Jiu knew it was difficult to explain. If she said time travel, she might be burned to death by them on the spot.Thinking about it, she only vaguely said: "Haven't you heard that the power of a madman is infinite? When people are in despair, they can stimulate their potential."

Song Ao was puzzled, "Potential? Just like that big bird?"

Song Ao has never given up on the "big bird" that Mo Jiu made in Zhaoxin that can fly in the sky, but because of Song Yan's disappearance, he has no chance to pursue it.

Mo Jiu didn't want to explain to this bastard, but found that when "big bird" was mentioned, the way Mo looked at her was a little different.

There is a Mo family here, she is not easy to fool.

So she said: "When I was young, an elder from the Mo family came to our house as a guest. He once made such a big kite for me. As a smart person like me, I naturally remember it. What's so special about it?"

"That's good. I'll get one for my young master later. I will ride into the palace and scare them to death."

Song Ao ordered generously, but Mo Jiu just gave him a supercilious look, then ignored him, and rode straight to rub against Mo Wang's side.

That guy is too inquisitive, he's not cute, but it's Mo Wang who makes her more interested... In other words, Mo's tricks, feng shui and numerology are all her interests.

At this time, it was almost dusk, the post road was deserted, and the colorful clouds in the sky withdrew their last ray of light. The air was low and muggy. Gradually, the dark sky enveloped this long post road.

Their destination is a hall of the right deacon of the Mo family.

As the left deacon, Mo Wang did not get along well with the right deacon.Therefore, a team of thirty or so people, whether it was the imperial army who went to rescue Song Yan, or Mo Wang himself, all agreed to keep silent.

There was a strange tranquility in the sound of hoofbeats.

But Mo Jiu, who is completely unaware of the situation, is like a bird out of the cage, looking at the road ahead happily, only feeling that the sky is high, far and dark blue, and the breeze without pollution is blowing gently, giving her a feeling of "beating the horse". Cozy, inexplicably excited.

Really bored, she looked around, smiled and stepped forward to walk side by side with Mo Wang, ignoring the strange eyes of others, and let the bay red horse rub his mount affectionately.

"Hey, big deacon, talk to me?"

With a soft "hmm", Mo Fan seemed to have just recovered from some thoughts, and there was a trace of confusion in her eyes, "What did you say?"

Mo Jiu was rarely serious, so he asked him calmly: "About the Mo family?... For example, why did you kidnap Song Yan? Why did you kill Xie Bingsheng so cruelly?"

(End of this chapter)