Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 452 The pit is 094 meters deep
His handsome complexion, as in the past, is overwhelming.

But this small heavy step put pressure on the quiet square in an instant.The people in the square below looked up at him on the high platform, and looked at his pair of black soap boots embroidered with auspicious clouds, and his long black wind cloak, suddenly giving him the illusion of black clouds pressing down on him.

At this time, Mo Jiu had already fixed Dong Ji's neckline, slowly bowed to salute, and retreated behind him, like a very qualified maid.

She lowered her eyes and lowered her hands, not daring to look at Xiao Qian.

Seeing him approaching slowly without giving her a second look, she was a little relieved and listened with her ears up.

Xiao Qianyun calmly walked to Song Xi's desk, raised his sleeves and folded his hands, and bowed slightly, "My minister sees His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Song Xi seemed to be able to see Xiao Qian's abnormal expression at this moment, and squinted his eyes slightly, leaning on the armrest of the chair, rubbing it, and said with a smile in his voice: "Xiao Shijun is not polite." After a pause, see Mo Wang came over and asked Xiao Qian to sit on the side of his left-hand seat, then turned his eyes and asked with concern: "Xiao Shijun is not looking well today, but he is not feeling well? Do you want to call the imperial physician?"

"No problem for a humble minister." Xiao Qian replied with a faint smile, "Don't bother Your Highness."

Although the two have different positions, they still maintain polite etiquette on formal occasions.But at this moment, Song Xi did not ignore the hot and cool light in his eyes.He pulled the corners of his lips, without the slightest bit of awkwardness, just nodded slightly at him, and took a sip of tea casually, and whispered to King Cheng, Song Ao, and several powerful officials beside the table, a pair of gentle There has not been the slightest change in the pupils from beginning to end. Compared with the "sick beauty" Xiao Shijun, she is full of elegance, although the style is different, but each has its own swing.

The Mohist meeting starts at noon, which is an auspicious omen of "the sun is flourishing in the middle of the day".

This meeting, the participants have arrived one after another, but there is still half an hour before the opening of the meeting. Mo Jiu has been standing for a long time, his waist is a little weak, and his legs are not comfortable. Looking at the people in the square and the people on the high platform , I can find someone to chat with, and I can't help but feel irritable.

Glancing at Yuanyang and Feicui, who had the same postures and smiles on their faces, and saw that they were standing upright, with their chests raised and their stomachs retracted, and their postures as before, I finally realized that the work of maids is really not done by humans, and it is tiring to pretend.

She frowned slightly, and whispered softly, "Your Highness..."

"Huh?" Dong Ji looked back at her slightly, "What's wrong?"

Mo Jiu subconsciously glanced at Xiao Qian's direction, and seeing that he didn't pay attention to his dizziness, he went to Dong Ji's side again, and whispered, "This...can I ask for leave for a while? I want to make it easier. Some people can't stand up anymore, and they are afraid that they will scratch their skin here and lose the people of His Royal Highness."

She was joking and returned to her original nature. Song Xi seemed to be very pleased with it. He loosened his slightly frowned brows and glanced at her smiling face, "It's your turn to be a food friend. Although you pretend to be my maid, you are not my maid." Maid, you are free."

You are free... This sentence is in my ears, and so is Mo Jiu.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled easily, "That's enough buddy, I'll just wait for your words."

"Let the mandarin ducks follow you?" Song Xi seemed to hesitate, "Today Linyun Villa is mixed with dragons and snakes..."

"No need. Although dragons and snakes are mixed together, the people who can get in are all big names with names and surnames, and Mohist disciples have cleaned them up. Besides, I am your maid, who can mess around?" Mo Jiu declined his kindness, and before he could reply, he bowed and walked slowly down the reserved steps behind the high platform.

There was no one around, and she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling at ease physically and mentally.

"Sure enough, people are extremely cold at high places."

(End of this chapter)