Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 92
She is a modern person, not as cute and silly as Aunt Lan. She has been walking around in the yard for half an hour, and she still hasn't reached the place. How is it possible?No matter how big the Nanshan Courtyard is, can it be bigger than the Xiao Mansion?
When Xue Fang heard this, he stopped and said respectfully: "Xiao Shijun, please tell me, Mr. Dalang likes to be quiet and can't bear noise. When Sister Mo's steps are light and she walks gracefully, then I will take you to see her." Lord Dalang."

Blood rushed to Mo Jiu's throat, "So, you are taking me for a walk?"

Xue Fang lowered his head in embarrassment, "Maybe I didn't walk well, which made Sister Mo laugh. But I usually walk Wangcai like this, and it runs happily."

"Good boy!" Mo Jiu chuckled dryly, and gave Xue Fang a thumbs up, "Good walk."

She never engages in unnecessary quarrels, because she knows very well that when a person has no ability to argue, saying anything is superfluous.She took off her coir raincoat and bamboo hat, thinking of Wen Jingshu's way of walking, she slowed down her pace, twisted her waist, and the way her skirt fluttered against the silk rain really resembled the beauty of an ancient woman's lightly moving lotus steps...

But how could this guy be willing to let Xue Fang go, she lifted her slender hand, and put her palm on Xue Fang's shoulder, showing a shy expression that was half a smile, "Xue Xiaolang, how about leaving this way?"

A beauty can be charming with a smile, but Mo Jiu is not. It only scares Xue Fang so hard that his back stiffens, cold sweat pours down, and even his movements become stiff.

After all, she is also the eldest and young wife of the Xiao family, if someone sees her, how many heads does he have to eat?Xue Fang knew she was doing it on purpose, so he didn't dare to take her for a walk anymore, so he just lowered his head and quickly led her into a row of small bamboo buildings made of giant dragon bamboo in the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Sister Mo, go on your own, take a bath and incense before entering Da Langjun's residence."

So many rules?To see his face and have to take a bath, how grand is it?

Xiao Dalang, Xiao Changsi... Mo Jiu chanted this name, and walked slowly.

"It's so cute, I haven't seen anyone pretending to be so extraordinary!"

Xue Fang didn't know what she meant, he raised his head up as if he was dead, and said nothing: "..."

However, Aunt Lan tugged at her sleeve, "Girl, it's not right. It would be unlucky to meet before the big wedding. What's more, you are a girl taking a bath here..." She glanced at the swaying bamboo forest, her body trembled, " I think this place is eerie and a little scary."

"Your intuition is always so naughty." Mo Jiu glared at her, "Have you ever seen someone scarier than me, Mo Jiu? Have you ever seen something less auspicious than my little widow from the Mo family?"

She wanted to keep Aunt Lan outside, but she had to follow.Mo Jiu didn't bother to pay attention, so he pushed the door open and walked in, only to find that there was a small square courtyard inside. In the middle of the courtyard, there was a bathing pool made of white jade, as if it had been prepared for her a long time ago. The soup is steaming, and there are clean clothes under the eaves, which is very gratifying.

"Hey, you can still soak in the hot spring? It's so sour!"

She told Aunt Lan to close the door, but she didn't dare to bathe with the water of this unknown substance. She just wet her hair and hands symbolically, without changing her clothes, and sat by the pool for a while to calm down. Just when he went out, he called Xue Fang loudly.

Xue Fang was standing under the rain, his body was already drenched.

"Sister Mo, come with me." He greeted Mo Jiu out with an oil-paper umbrella, turned into a corner, stood in front of another taller bamboo building again, bowed and said, "Sister Mo, Da Lang You are inside, please."

The door of the bamboo building was open, and it was shaken by the wind. An oil lamp also flickered and flickered non-stop, bringing a depressing coolness.

Aunt Lan was stopped outside by Xue Fang, she couldn't help being nervous, "Girl..."

Mo Jiu turned around, waved at her, and walked in slowly one by one.

The floor of the room was as clean as a mirror, and she could almost reflect her appearance. Walking around a screen painted with green bamboos, a thin, dark curtain fell from the top and stood in front of her. It was very clean and tidy, vertically On the ground, the inside and the outside are separated into two worlds.

Through the thin curtain, Mo Jiu saw a man inside.

He sat on a big wooden chair that looked like a wheelchair, didn't move, and there was no light inside, only the dim light from outside the tent penetrated, reflecting his thin and tall silhouette on the curtain, just like what she had seen when she was a child shadow play.

However, it can also be seen that he is tall and his facial features are well-defined, but if you want to look more closely, you will find that you can't see anything clearly-this degree is just right.

Mo Jiudao: "You are Xiao Dalang?"

The person in the tent coughed, "I am. Are you here?"

A very familiar and common greeting, said in his hoarse, deep voice, with a little less vitality, and just by hearing it, he could tell that it was a sick patient.

Mo Jiu is a moral person, she thinks it's not kind to hurt a patient or say some exaggerated words to the patient.

So she kindly asked, "Are you still alive?"

The person in the tent coughed again, as if he was choking, "I'm not dead."

The answer is still powerful, proving that he cannot die in a short time.In other words, it seems that it is not easy for her to be a widow, but living a widow is obviously more difficult than being a widow.

In order not to harm the patient's physical and mental health, Mo Jiu asked again: "How long can you live?"

The man in the tent was silent for a long time this time.

But he wasn't annoyed, and seemed to be smiling, "Liu Lang said, I might live a long time. Are you disappointed?"

Not disappointed, after all, Mo Jiu didn't know him well, and she didn't have any vicious thoughts of wishing him to die. She just wanted to ask: "Since you won't die for a while, and you don't need some gods and widows to treat your illness, can I trouble you?" Tell your family that twisted melons are not sweet."

The curtain moved slightly, but there was no sound.

Mo Jiu took a step forward and stood in the shadow of the oil lamp, "I don't want to marry you."

"I know." The man's voice became hoarse, "but you must marry me."

Mo Jiu said "go", dispelling the patient's "good intentions" not to be disturbed, and strode over to lift his curtain without saying a word, wanting to talk to him face to face.But before she opened the curtain, a person came out from the other side... with black hair hanging down his waist, white clothes like snow, a handsome and comfortable face, cold and indifferent.

"Sister-in-law, it's time to go back."

(End of this chapter)