Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 5 Pit Depth 002 Meters
Mo Jiu shook his head.

Aunt Lan looked frustrated, "You threw stones at people at the street corner when you were three years old, you put rat poison in the pot of that porridge stall when you were five years old, and when you were seven years old..."

Mo Jiu screamed in his heart.

What kind of physical body did this give her?Inexplicably, there are so many injustices on my back.

Seeing Aunt Lan complaining about her bad deeds, she seemed to be unable to stop, Mo Jiu rubbed the corners of her eyes again, "Say, be serious."

Aunt Lan coughed, "This is Xuyi? You don't even know Xuyi?"

Mo Jiu wondered, "What the hell is Xuyi?"

Aunt Lan cried again, "...your house."

Just ran away and returned to her mother's house?Mo Jiu smiled awkwardly, "No wonder she looks familiar."

Mo Jiu has a good heart, no matter what people scold outside, she doesn't listen to it anymore - anyway, she is not the one who scolds.After running for so long, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep amid the sound of cursing before she knew it.Aunt Lan twitched and looked at her unsightly sleeping appearance, sobbing and sighing, "Poor thing, I only go crazy occasionally, and my temper is not very good. Now... I am completely stupid."

What disturbed Mo Jiu's sleep was a hoarse sound like a shovel scraping the bottom of a pot.

"My old lady has been a matchmaker for many years, and she never expected that such a debt collector would be put on the table... I must know that even if I was killed, I wouldn't dare to let her climb into the Xiao family..."

Ru Hua Po burst into tears, but only Song Ao sneered.

"Even the old people on the street know her character, but you, a godly old woman, don't know?"

"Woo... Ruhua is wronged..."

This loud voice was so refreshing that Mo Jiu almost forgot that he was the main character in the drama. When he opened his eyes again, he found the carriage parked outside a family's yard.

The courtyard wall is old and lacks repairs, and looks dilapidated, but judging from the blue bricks and gray tiles, it should be a wealthy family before, but I don't know why it is so dilapidated.At this moment, apart from the weeping woman Ru Hua wearing a big flower on her head and smearing chicken blood on her mouth, there is also a fat middle-aged man begging for mercy.

"My in-law Xiaolang is tired, why don't you go in and have a sip of hot tea before talking carefully?"

This person is dressed in a coarse cloth, and his identity cannot be discerned, but one can tell that he is a stable person. Thinking of the golden signboard of "Mohist widow", Mo Jiu dispelled the idea that this person is her cheap father, and waved to Song Ao with a smile .

"Little prince, put down that old woman and vent your anger on me."

Song Ao read a bit of teasing from her eyes, but he didn't understand the connotation. He just turned his head to look at the motionless carriage. The smile on his face seemed to be mixed with an inexplicable spring breeze, swaying lightly.

"Chang Yuan, what do you think?"

Don't blame Mo Jiufu for looking at Renji, just blame this style of painting for being so easy to imagine.

Her ambiguous eyes followed Song Ao's and looked at the carriage parked next to her, as if she had seen through the secrets, and she smiled strangely—the reason why Xiao Jialiulang is worse than the little prince?

The clear scent of mint lingered around the tip of the nose, and in the heavy car curtain that was still parted with the hilt of a sword, a handsome face exuding a cool and ascetic atmosphere appeared in front of everyone.He lowered his eyes slightly, and stared at her contemptuously, which made her withdraw the smile on her face, but then lowered the curtain without saying a word, leaving only the lingering aftertaste of the glimpse, which made everyone ashamed.

Nima...

Mo Jiu cursed inwardly, the groom had gotten off the horse in a sensible way.

The Xiao family Liulang got out of the car in a leisurely manner, his hair was tied up in a jade crown, and his robe was lightly curled, like the wind blowing the water. This simple movement seemed to come from the underworld, and everyone seemed to be watching him. It's just a dead thing, without any waves in the eyes, but it makes people have to bow their heads and lower their eyebrows - but Mo Jiu is not included.

(End of this chapter)