Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 673 The pit is 127 meters deep (5)
So that night, Mo Jiu had another meal of Hunan cuisine.

Of course, Peng Xin did it himself.

After eating the delicious food, Mo Jiu suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the little prince. He could not want a woman like Peng Xin who was in the hall and the kitchen, but was drunk all day long. It was a tragedy in the world.

The night slowly opened.

In the spring night, there seems to be the smell of green grass.

For the first time in two months, Mo Jiu didn't sleep in Xiao Qian's room in the Privy Councilor's Mansion. From the comfort at first, she gradually became a little uncomfortable... Maybe she was in the mansion before, she always fell asleep when it was dark, And every time I fall asleep, I feel confused and unconscious.It's hard to come out and relax, and I don't feel sleepy at all.

"Girl, take your medicine!"

Aunt Lan has always been responsible for Mo Jiu's affairs. In the afternoon, while Mo Jiu and Peng Xin were studying cloud and rain Gu in the house, she went back to the Privy Council and brought Mo Jiu's medicine. Huizi has just been fried on the stove, so bring it in quickly.

Seeing Mo Jiu lazily leaning on the couch in a daze, she took a spoon to feed her while muttering, "The girl's injury is not healed yet, she can't catch cold, it's windy at night, and she doesn't put a quilt on her lap when she's sitting... ... Take your body and bones to rest, think about everything from the long-term, obediently, come on, open your mouth..."

Mo Jiu nuzzled her head and looked at Gao Wuzi who was beside the bed.

"Put it there first, let it cool down before drinking."

"Oh, good." Aunt Lan carefully put down the medicine bowl.

"Auntie." Mo Jiu sneezed suddenly, pulled the quilt on her body and said, "Go to Miss Peng, the woman in charge, and bring me a bed of cotton wool, this quilt is too thin..."

"Is it thin? It's already spring..." Aunt Lan squeezed the quilt suspiciously.

"Have you heard of Daochunhan?" Mo Jiu gave her a hard look.

Where they live, they are guests.The owner's things can't be taken without asking.Aunt Lan was afraid that Mo Jiu would catch the cold, so she hurried out to find Mrs. Fang, and then reported to Peng Xin for a quilt.Naturally, Peng Xin would not refuse such trivial matters.

When Aunt Lan came back with the quilt in her arms, she saw that Mo Jiu had already drank all the medicine and there was only one bowl left. Come and coax, this is out of the mansion, but it is well-behaved."

"Nonsense! I've always been good, okay?" Mo Jiu yawned and lay on the bed.

Aunt Lan knew that she had been sleepy recently, and when she saw that she had fallen asleep, she stopped talking. She quickly put the quilt she wanted on her body, put down the curtain, and went out lightly.

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At three o'clock, a spring rain moistened Lin'an.

The dripping raindrops sprinkled on the beams of the house, adding a delicate sound to the quiet yard.

At this time, a shadow entered the courtyard, passed over Aunt Lan and Meier who were sleeping outside, slowly entered Mo Jiu's room, and approached the Qiangong bed.There was no light in the room, and under the faint light from the windows, there was only a faint black shadow on the lightly hanging curtains.

Thinking of the warm and fragrant nephrite in the tent, Xiao Qian slowed down his pace.

Standing by the bed, smelling the faint fragrance in the air, he slowly raised his slender fingers and lifted the curtain... The quilt on the bed was raised, but when he lifted that layer of camouflage, there was nothing inside .

What about people?He was slightly taken aback.

"Hi!"

Someone slapped him suddenly on the back, and a crisp and laughing voice eased his tense nerves. He grabbed the hand and strangled the man forward, then hugged him tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Ah Jiu, you scared me to death."

(End of this chapter)