Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 848 The Pit Depth 157 Meters Can’t Be Asked (7)
"Jiu'er." Song Xi called her by name, "I never thought...you are also extreme."

"This is not extreme, but open-minded. Why do people change themselves in order to take into account other people's ideas? Hahaha, I can be the laughing stock of people after dinner, bring entertainment to people, and I instantly feel great! Hahaha! Laughing, she thumped the table vigorously a few times, picked up the wine glass again, "Come on, have a touch!"

"You have a lot of reason today..."

"Yes!" Mo Jiuxu pointed to the soup pot on the table, "Otherwise, why would I cook a pot of chicken soup...? I don't have chicken soup in my heart, so I have to fill it in my stomach."

Regardless of whether Dong Ji could understand what she meant by "chicken soup", she drank the wine on her own, and laughed again.Afterwards, she filled another glass, poured it down her throat, smacked her lips like drinking water, put her hands on the table, and slowly got up.

"That's all for today, I'll fight with you tomorrow. I have to go back."

She rubbed her uncomfortable stomach, and walked slowly outside the house. Song Xi stared at her back, and suddenly called her, "After the army starts tomorrow, follow me back to Lin'an. There are too many people around you." Unstable factors, no one can predict when and what will happen..."

Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty.This is the truth that Mo Jiu has always known. Ever since the whole world knew that she was a giant of the Mo family, she has been pushed to the forefront. The things she encounters now are just a small part of life.She believes that as long as Qianziyin is not published, her troubles and troubles will not stop.

But Lin'an, is Ansheng's place?

She looked back and smiled, "Didn't you say that there is a Bagua tomb in Xinglong Mountain? If you haven't searched for the tomb yet, why are you leaving?"

Song Xi frowned, thought for a moment and said: "I sent someone to investigate, and Xinglong Mountain is just an ordinary cave, the most difficult thing is the underground passage leading to the Han River. There is nothing unusual about the rest."

"Haha!" Mo Jiu said with a smile: "You are finally telling the truth. You see, I can't believe that I made up such a reason to keep me. You are tired of making up too. Why bother? If you have any ideas, just tell me directly." , Isn’t it all right? I am actually such an easy-to-convince person.”

Having said that, she shook her body, propped her forehead, and went out muttering softly.

"But why Xiao Liulang refuses to understand?"

That night, she still did not go to sleep in Xiao Qian's room, even though she knew that he would definitely be in the camp tonight and would not return to the house.Because Xue Fang had already packed up his luggage and took it away.The army will start before dawn, and the vanguard battalion will leave early tonight. The affairs in the battalion will be extremely busy, and he may not come back in time to say goodbye to her...

Ugh!
Youyou sighed, she turned around and still couldn't fall asleep.A heart seems to be forced by the surging tide, churning... Of course, it may also be the stomach, she feels uncomfortable after drinking too much.

Thinking in a mess, she yawned and finally sat up, slowly took out the long rosewood box from under the pillow, put it on her knees, waited quietly for a long time, rubbed it several times, and then slowly opened it.

When she got it, she had already guessed what it was.

Without any sense of curiosity, and angry with him, she stuffed it under the pillow and ignored it.

But right now, she really wants to see...

A familiar fragrance came to the face. Inside the box covered with red velvet, there was a wooden hairpin. The carving was exquisite and decent, and it was no worse than a professional craftsman's work.

It can be seen that Xiao Liulang has put his mind to it.

Her eyes were fascinated, and the unhappiness in her heart eased a lot.

"You have a conscience! But, what the hell is this sculpture?"

The ornament on the wooden hairpin is not a butterfly, but a bee...

And it's not an ordinary bee, it's very much like the two golden bees in the cloud and rain Gu host back then...

Feeling surging in his heart, Mo Jiu picked up the wooden hairpin, looked carefully at the light for a moment, and pressed it tightly to his chest. Amidst the chaotic heartbeat, his eyes slowly fell on the bottom of the box. A piece of pure white paper.

Unrolling the paper and reading it over and over again, she hurriedly got out of bed to look for her shoes as if her butt was burned.

"Liulang, wait for me—"

(End of this chapter)