Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 856 The Pit is 159 Meters Deep and Precarious (4)
"It's cheap for you, be good!"

Wangcai lay at her feet with a steamed bun in his mouth, and fell silent.

Sure enough, a dog is still a dog, and a meat bun is enough to feed it.Mo Jiu shook his head in disappointment, cursed inwardly, "I don't have morals", then looked up at the sumptuous meals on the table, smiled and said to Dong Ji: "There are a lot of meat, vegetable and vegetarian dishes, and everything is available in dim sum soup. Dong Ji Ji, Dong Ji, you are really a good cooker, if you want to have such delicious food every day, that day is like a god!"

Dong Ji took the white towel handed over by Li Fu and wiped his hands, took a piece of crispy duck for Mo Jiu with his chopsticks, and said with a slight smile: "When I get back to Lin'an, although I can't cook every day, I will do it every now and then. You can do it on a table.”

Mo Jiu was taken aback, raised his head, and shifted his attention from the bowl to his face, "Dong Ji is going back to Lin'an?"

"Yeah." Dong Ji responded with a smile: "I've been out for a few days, I can't delay any longer... Heh, even if I can't gallop across the frontier to serve my country like Xiao Liulang, I can't be angry with my book business and harm the country. People."

National affairs are more important than children's love, which one is more important?Men at this time always score clearly.Every important matter is imminent, especially today when Xiao Qian is going north. For the Southern Rong Dynasty, the stability of the rear is particularly important.All matters related to the war, such as food and supplies, and the replenishment of military supplies, all need to be decided by him, the emperor.

There is no king in the court for two days a day, but three days, four days and five days?He has been in office for a short time. If he does not go to the court for a long time, he will provoke criticism from the court and the central government.At that time, there will be no leisure time due to internal and external troubles.

He doesn't say these reasons, but Mo Jiu understands them.

Nodding her head, she sighed slowly, "You really should go back."

Hearing her subtext, Song Xi frowned slightly, "Aren't you going back with me?"

Mo Jiu nodded again, with a solemn expression, "I want to stay in Jinzhou and not go anywhere."

Song Xi had learned from her stubbornness a long time ago, but even so, he put down his chopsticks and advised softly: "Jinzhou is far away from Lin'an Mansion, and it has just been owned by Nanrong. There are mixed dragons and snakes, and there are all three religions and nine streams. You stay here Therefore, it is difficult to guarantee safety.”

"The most dangerous place, isn't it the safest?" Mo Jiu smiled, then glanced at Kexi, who was leaning on the door and playing with his fingers idlely, and said with a smile: "Xiao Liulang has someone to protect me, so you can rest assured. No matter what happens, I have my own way to deal with it.”

"no!"

This time Song Xi was very strong, but when he met Mo Jiu, no matter how strong a man was, he would be helpless.Mo Jiu didn't refute him directly, but poured a bowl of soup for him casually, and put it lightly in front of him, his words were not lacking in gentleness.

"Dong Ji has forgotten my identity?"

Dong Ji stroked the soup bowl lightly with his fingers, and said softly, "Huh?"

"I'm a great son of the Mohist family!" Mo Jiu took a bite, then raised his eyebrows slightly: "I took over the burden of my patriarch, and haven't done anything for the Mohist family? You know, my Mohist disciple Qian Qian Tens of millions, but did not develop in this Jinzhou City. Now that Jinzhou belongs to Nanrong, it is also a strategically important place, a place where all the families are eyeing, and every court wants to get involved. Naturally, my Mo family can't stare at it. I plan to build A Jinzhou sub-helm, develop a group of Mohist disciples here, and train them personally. One day, I will carry forward the last wish of my ancestors and masters, let Mohist disciples spread all over the world, and Mohist thoughts spread far and wide—”

Song Xi listened to her silently.

When she finished her high-spirited talk, he smiled lightly.

(End of this chapter)