Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 942 The pit is 174 meters deep and coquettish (6)
Without the noisy Nanny Song, only Mo Jiu and Peng Xin were left in the tent.Looking at each other, Peng Xin smiled wryly and shook his head, but Mo Jiu smiled, stretched his arms slightly, and hugged Peng Xin's shoulders tightly.

"Peng Xin, you have suffered."

"... You have said this sentence many times!"

"If you are so ill, why didn't you ask someone to tell me? If I don't send Kexi to pick you up, even if you die, you won't let me know, right?"

"What's the use of telling you? You're not a doctor."

"But Xiao Qian is right! If I ask him to treat someone, how dare he not treat him?"

Mo Jiu didn't have much confidence in saying this.So, in order to match her aura, she lifted her chin slightly, and Peng Xin couldn't help laughing at that cold and arrogant look.With this smile, her expression softened a lot, and the melancholy that had been in her eyes for many days was swept away.

"Mo Jiu!" With a sigh, Peng Xin pursed her lips, stared into Mo Jiu's eyes, and asked seriously, "But why do I feel that there seems to be something wrong between you and Xiao Shijun?"

"Is there?" Mo Jiu's eyes fluttered wildly, and he said with certainty, "No."

"I'm from here." The corners of Peng Xin's lips rose, "You can't fool me."

"If you say yes, then you can." Mo Jiu rolled her eyes, "Anyway, it's nothing serious."

"It's not a big deal, what kind of trivial matter is that?" Peng Xin asked again.

"Hey!" Mo Jiu became impatient, "Is there anyone who can break through the casserole and ask the bottom of other people's private affairs?"

"Alas," Peng Xin said with a sigh, "Because you've exhausted my casserole. Naturally, I can't keep your casserole either. Tell me, what's going on?"

Mo Jiu thought about it, then shook his head, "Actually, it's really not a big deal."

After that, she told Peng Xin about the little awkwardness between her and Xiao Qian, and told her grievances and narrow-mindedness without any concealment.

The affection between women is different from that between men and women.Mo Jiu couldn't say a lot in front of Xiao Liulang, but he could tell Peng Xin without any pressure.

After more than eight months of separation, when they met again, she still felt that Peng Xin was a steady and reliable person, worthy of being a friend.

After listening, Peng Xin thought about it for a while, and said seriously: "Originally when husband and wife quarreled, they tried to persuade each other not to break up, but I..." Pulling Mo Jiu's hand weakly, Peng Xin patted the back of her hand, " I want to say, a man, as long as there is such a slight hesitation when deciding between you and other women, you can’t have it. You are his woman, so he should trust you. They all have the potential to become the executioner who kills feelings."

Mo Jiu's heart sank.

"So serious? Are you trying to say that this man can't be taken anymore?"

"Fool, I didn't say that. I don't believe that Xiao Shijun is such a person." Peng Xin's serious expression was really a bit of earnestness from someone who has come here before, "I thought that such vague and awkward things are actually the most important thing. Hurt each other's feelings."

"how to say?"

"No matter what he thinks, you should find out first."

"How do you figure it out? I'm not the roundworm in his stomach?"

"What was your mouth born for?" Peng Xin looked at her amusedly.

"Of course it's for dinner!" Mo Jiu replied as a matter of course.

With a "poof", Peng Xin really laughed, "In addition to eating, you can also talk."

"...Uh, okay! So what if he can talk? He's a boring donkey! How can a man and a donkey make sense?"

"Whether it makes sense or not, you have to ask him. At least, tell him what's on your mind. Mo Jiu, everyone thinks about themselves first. This is due to human nature, and it is not hateful. In fact, no one , can truly understand another person. Don’t tell me whether you understand him or not, you have to tell him your own thoughts and let him understand you. Do what you should do, and let the rest follow the fate.”

Peng Xin was sick and talked eloquently, which surprised Mo Jiu.

"Hey", she looked at Peng Xin slantedly for a long time, then nodded again, "Although I am a little surprised that you can pour chicken soup for the soul. But I have to admit, Peng Xin, you are right. If If you don't speak out, no one will understand the other person's mind. The game of guessing the heart is too tiring to guess. Children of the Jianghu, don't be so hypocritical. I did it too much!"

"Ah."

Peng Xin gave her a look of "just understand", leaned on the couch, half-closed her eyes, as if she had exhausted her strength by saying what she said first, and she didn't want to greet Mo Jiu anymore.

"But Peng Xin..." Mo Jiu stared at her, frowning slightly, "Why didn't you ask him?"

"he?"

"Little prince!"

"What did I ask him?" Peng Xin didn't open his eyes, his voice was hoarse and cold.

"Ask him if he wants to marry the Seventh Princess of Beimeng... Tatamin?"

"Oh, don't ask." Peng Xin sneered, "It has nothing to do with me."

Mo Jiu admits that Peng Xin actually has a strong heart. When she came to Bianjing Mansion, she didn't come here for Song Ao, especially after she knew that she was suffering from postpartum illness. Unwilling to talk to Song Ao, even refused to meet him—the previous repeated rejections to Song Ao were actually not Mo Jiu's intentions, but Peng Xin's.

Sad people!
Mo Jiu got out of the tent, although she felt that Peng Xin's words were reasonable, but if she rushed over to find Xiao Qian like this, she would not be able to save face, but she still couldn't do it.She came to him earlier because of Peng Xin's illness.Although she didn't talk to him much when they met, his busy appearance still hit her self-esteem.

Is he so busy taking care of Lu Ji?Or is military affairs so busy?
And he didn't even come to her. Isn't it a bitch for her to show weakness?

No, even if you want to go, you can't go empty-handed.

Mo Jiu bit her lower lip and thought for a long time before stomping her feet back to the tent.

Half an hour later, the underside of the table in her tent was covered with balls of paper, and there was a flat note on the desk. She was writing quickly with a wolf pen in her hand.

There are two large characters clearly reflected on the paper—the letter of divorce!
(End of this chapter)