Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 704 The pit is 132 meters deep and the situation is changing (4)
Peng Xin straightened her belly which had not yet bulged, and swept her coldly, "Come and try?"

Mo Jiu pursed his lips, seeing that she looked deathly at home, he was no longer interested.

These days are too boring, she glanced back at Meier and Aunt Lan who were silent, blinked suddenly, and then elbowed Peng Xin's arm, "Hey, let me ask you, you are pregnant with someone else's child, so you don't miss that person ?"

It's based on a woman's empathy.

If she is pregnant with a man's child, she will inevitably miss him.

But Peng Xin's complexion changed, but he lowered his eyes and continued to fiddle with the medicinal materials, "I don't want to."

Seeing her evasive words every time she asked about this matter, Mo Jiu's heart suddenly became gossip, and he continued to laugh: "Then tell me, how much does the man you used to swear by each other look like Song Ao?" ? Let me tell you, I’ve seen all of Song Ao’s brothers, or if you describe it to me in detail, maybe it’s one of them?”

Peng Xin frowned slightly, and didn't say a word. Hearing her chatter, she suddenly lost her patience. She put down the herbs in her hands and went into the cabin to drink the "pregnant woman soup" that Mo Jiu specially cooked for her.

Mo Jiu looked back to see that she was drinking with gusto, looked up at the sky, and stretched her limbs.

"God, my life is so miserable. I cook soup for others, but no one cares about me..."

"Girl!" Mei'er called out suddenly.

This girl is a clever person. Hearing her strange voice, Mo Jiu felt that something was wrong. She quickly restrained her inelegant posture, sat up and followed Meier's line of sight to another painting boat not far away, and asked in a low voice. What's up with her?"

Mei'er said: "I just saw sneaky heads. When I looked over, he retracted his head again."

Mo Jiu hesitated for a moment, moved the felt hat on his head seriously, and stared at the yellow and white painting boat with them.

The boat was not very eye-catching, and there was a white flag of "national mourning" hanging on it. At first, Mo Jiu thought it was someone Xiao Qian sent to look for her that caught Meier's attention, but after a moment of careful observation, her gaze became colder and colder.

"Peng Xin!"

Peng Xin was still in the cabin and ignored the words.

"Peng Da Sheng Daughter!" She called out again.

Only then did Peng Xin come out. Seeing that her expression was wrong, she turned cold, "What happened?"

Mo Jiu glanced at her, "Did you smell anything?"

Peng Xin closed her eyes for a moment of silence, then shook her head.Mo Jiu asked Aunt Lan and Meier again, but they had exactly the same blank expressions as Peng Xin.

"Apart from the smell of the balm from the painting boat, where else is there any smell?"

But Mo Jiu sneered and lowered his felt hat, "The people on that boat are not from the Central Plains."

Several women were confused and didn't understand how she saw it.

"How do you know?" Peng Xin asked her.

"Kumumiss, sheep sandalwood flavor..." Mo Jiu said lightly, "This is the intuition from foodies."

As the ship got closer and closer, the smell gradually became stronger. After sniffing, Peng Xin couldn't help admiring Mo Jiu's sensitivity to food.

"It's really you!" She lowered her head and frowned, "Could it be for us?"

"Who knows?" Mo Jiu folded his arms with both hands, and smiled casually, "It's from bad luck!"

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By the time Emperor Hua had been buried, the soldiers and civilians in the capital all wore plain clothes and mourned.

The country cannot be without a king for a day, and the enthronement of the new emperor cannot be delayed. While choosing the auspicious enthronement for the new emperor, officials and officials discuss changing the name of the first year, and on the other hand, they must prevent those who are interested in taking the opportunity to make trouble...

(End of this chapter)