Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 893
Who is in the car?The momentum is not small!

A gust of cold wind blew, Mo Jiu covered his nose and squinted his eyes again.

The distance is too far, she can't see her face clearly, just from the appearance, she should be from Beimeng?

She guessed, seeing that the Nanrong guards didn't stop them, and let the group of people drive their horses directly towards Xiao Qian's Chinese army tent, she couldn't help curling her lips, smiling, and then changed the direction.

The Beimeng people are here, Xiao Qian must have something to do at this time, she is going to find Song Ao and forget it.

That fellow Song Ao was in a good mood these few days, the news of Lin'an's arrival reached Xinglong Mountain, and naturally also reached Bianjing Mansion.So, this little prince, who has always been a vagabond, suddenly had a big fat son, so he didn't mention the excitement. Since Mo Jiu arrived in the camp, he grabbed her and insisted on asking her to help him think about it. The method is to prepare a special gift for his son and ask someone to bring it back to Lin'an.

Mo Jiu was almost annoyed by him, wishing she could avoid him.

But now that she has nowhere to go, she has the interest of teasing him.

"Little prince!"

After patting Song Ao's tent curtain heavily, Mo Jiu called him loudly.

"Are you up? Something serious happened!"

Song Ao didn't show up, but two guards in heavy armor came out in surprise.

"Juzi, what happened?"

Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Where's your prince?"

The guard lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't dare to face this question, and even spoke in a very ambiguous voice, as if biting his tongue, "Our master is here, carving a little man..."

"Little Diao?" Mo Jiu peeked inside, then laughed and walked in, "Which thunder-eating person offended him? Did Xiao Diao want to curse him behind his back, so he could get a needle?"

"Nonsense!" Song Ao, who was sitting on a chair and concentrating on his work, clenched his mouth unhappily, and turned his head to stare at Mo Jiu, "The toy I gave my son, what curse, needles? Bah, bah, bah! Unlucky, no more! No more!"

Alas!This temper is quite big! ?
Saying no, he really threw the wood in his hand on the table.

Mo Jiu looked up suspiciously, and was immediately dumbfounded.

Staring at the piece of wood, she nodded after a moment, "No, I wouldn't want it. Otherwise, if I go to Lin'an with such a thing, I'm really afraid that it will affect my godson's understanding of new things and his outlook on thinking." Seriously deformed with values!"

"What do you mean?" Song Ao couldn't understand, so he raised his eyebrows, "You mean to say that my master is not good at carving?"

"No, no, no." Mo Jiu glanced at Mu Mu leisurely, "Very good, very vivid—"

The piece of wood lying on the table is indeed a small toy figure.Although it is hard to tell whether it is a human or an animal from the facial features of the wood, he has a waist, legs, and buttocks... Especially Song Ao specially sculpted a lower body for him that is seriously out of proportion, making her want to say that he is not a human being. No one can.

But how big is the shadow area in this little prince's heart?

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Jiu played a cameo role as a psychologist and suddenly realized.

She cast a sympathetic glance at Song Ao, "People say that the more you lack something, the more you want to make up for it... Sigh!"

Seeing her strange poking gaze sent chills down his spine, Song Ao slightly narrowed his peach blossom eyes.

"Little widow, what do you mean? Why can't I understand?"

Mo Jiu curled the corners of her pretty lips, and poked the little wooden figure with her finger, with a half-smile, "I mean, this matter is really embarrassing enough for Peng Xin!" Glancing at Song Ao, Her brows and eyes brightened, "Do you understand this time?"

(End of this chapter)