Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 574 The Pit is 111 Meters Deep and Silently Invited (8)
Xiao Qian was stunned for a moment before he understood what she meant.

Although he didn't understand Mo Jiu's intention of "circling", he did as he said, pinching her narrow waist and exerting strength with both arms, he hugged her in the flying snow that danced in the sky, turning in circles on the spot Come, circle, and circle, he raised his arms high, and Mo Jiu's screams and laughter spread far away... Only Wangcai on the ground was pitiful, he didn't know the situation at all, and followed them Round and round and round and round.

Mo Jiu laughed out loud.

"It's fun, Xiao Liulang, turn again."

"Aren't you dizzy?"

"Don't get dizzy, come again and again, I like it."

"..."

On the snow, laughter continued.

Two figures, one big and one small, one black and one white, seemed to be integrated with the wind and snow.One has a flowing skirt, one has a windy cloak, one has a charming smile, one has a handsome face, one is like the enchantress in the snow, and the other is like the banished fairy, each has its own beauty and enchantment... In this pure white world, It is embellished like a fairyland, even if all the words related to beauty in the world are piled up in one place, it cannot describe what happened.

At the corner of the wall, several heads poked and poked.

"Mother...what's the matter, it doesn't stop?"

"It's not a family." Shengdong said.

"Don't enter a house." Chixi said.

"Go crazy if you have nothing to do." Zuo Nan said.

"Even dogs are stupid!" Chuang Bei concluded.

"Wonderful!"

Of course, the two people in the yard didn't know that they had been regarded as "lunatics" by the four hidden guards. After Mo Jiu had had enough fun, he was finally carried into the house by Xiao Qian contentedly.

Different from the cold outside, the room was very warm, Xiao Qian didn't let her get off the ground, and walked towards his room with his arms in his arms, so the long journey became more ambiguous, and even the ground was as soft as a layer of cotton , Mo Jiu's heart was soft and tender. Looking at the lights in the house, his heart was pounding.

"Xiao Liulang..." The inexplicable tension made her subconsciously want to find something to say, so she thought about it, and asked with crooked eyebrows: "Xiao Liulang, did nothing happen when you entered the palace?"

Xiao Qian raised his eyebrows, put her on the chair and sat down, took off the cloak, patted the snowflakes, and put them on the hanger.

"Crazy enough to remember to ask?"

Mo Jiu carefully looked at his face with his cheek rested, sighed, and said affectionately, "This is too heartless. You don't even know, I care about you all the time. If you don't come back again, I'm going to break into it." Enter the imperial city, and die with you."

Xiao Qian: "..."

Mo Jiu chuckled, "Don't believe me?"

Xiao Qian shook his head, "You will find it troublesome."

Mo Jiu laughed, "That's right. Why do you bother to die together? If you really die, I will definitely not want to die. I will eat back what you haven't eaten and eat what you haven't enjoyed. , come back after enjoying it, so that I can live up to your love."

Seeing her seriousness, Xiao Qian couldn't laugh or cry, "You careless thing, what else do you know besides eating?"

"Who said I don't have a heart, I have a big heart." Mo Jiu smiled and lifted the lid of the gruel that was warming on the stove, filled a bowl with a white jade-like porcelain bowl, put it on the table, and blew it with her cheeks puffed. , raised his eyes and said: "Don't think that my sister only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. If you tell me about my sister's skills, I'm afraid it will scare you. Don't worry, if you raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while, you will always be useful to me."

"Ah Jiu." Xiao Qian sat down solemnly, snatched the spoon from her hand suddenly, held her slightly cool little hand in his palm, and said slowly: "There is one thing that needs you right now. "

Seeing his seriousness, Mo Jiu was slightly taken aback.

"What's the matter?"

The corners of Xiao Qian's lips curved slightly, "Good thing."

Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows puzzled, "You want to marry me as a concubine?"

"..." Glancing at her helplessly, Xiao Qian tightened his soft, boneless, slippery little hand, rubbed it distressedly, stared at her for a moment, and said slowly: "Ah Jiu, the tomb of Gen has been found."

Mo Jiu almost stopped breathing.

The gossip tomb has never been found. These days, she has not been thinking about it in her heart for a day, and she has thought about countless possible existences, but the world is so big that she still has no clue. Excited, he grabbed Xiao Qian's hand instead.

"Where?"

Xiao Qian didn't answer, his deep eyes were under the dim light, there was a kind of secretive profundity, both serious and evil, both rascal and noble, as if with a silent invitation that seduced people's hearts.

"Kiss me and I'll tell you."

(End of this chapter)