Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 992 The pit is 184 meters deep and the three-turn imperial edict has arrived (2)
She ordered a lot of trivial things.

Mo Wang listened quietly, looking into her eyes with a smile, nodding from time to time.

"Remember, I remember."

"...Thank you, brother!" Mo Jiuyang smiled, his eyes tilted towards the carriage, "Help me take care of Peng Xin."

"I will."

"Brother, take care."

"Take care of yourself!"

After bowing to her with fists cupped, Mo Wang led the horse beside him, turned over swiftly, and yelled at the convoy behind, and the accompanying disciples of the Mohist school went on their own way.

In the snowstorm, the convoy slowly drove away.

Mo Jiu stood where he was, the cloak on his body was blown high by the wind.

It was freezing cold, her body was frozen stiff, but she didn't leave, waving her arms high and saying goodbye non-stop.

At this time, I saw Peng Xin and Mo Wang seem to have agreed, one raised the curtain and turned around, the other turned around from the horse, all eyes fell on her.

Mo Jiu laughed, jumped up with his feet off the ground, waved again, and kept waving.

When the tail of the convoy disappeared from sight, she calmed down and sighed with emotion.

"In the era of underdeveloped transportation, it's really troublesome! Going out casually, it's like parting from life and death..."

Before she finished her words, Xiao Qian's voice came from behind.

"What is Ah Qi talking about? Why is the traffic not developed? Life and death?"

Mo Jiu was startled, turned her head abruptly, and met Xiao Qian's sharp eyes like blades.

Seeing that his eyes were slightly scrutinized and suspicious, she didn't want the secret of "traversing" to be suspected, so she gave him a hard look.

"When did you come here? How come there is no sound when you walk?"

Xiao Qian squinted his eyes, standing under the wind and snow, his body was tall and straight, for a moment, he stared at Mo Jiu like a sculpture of ice, without moving.

After a while, he slowly parted the corners of his lips, and the black soap boots stepped on the snow step by step, and slowly stopped in front of her.

"It's not my fault, it's only because the snow is too thick."

With a snort, Mo Jiu heaved a sigh of relief.Seeing that he didn't ask any more questions, he diverted from his sensitive question just now, and gave him a light glance: "Xiao Liulang, it's already past noon, when are we going to Bianjing? For hundreds of years of Bianjing Prosperity, I have longed for it for a long time, and I can't wait."

"Longing for a long time? Hundreds of years of prosperity?" Xiao Qian frowned, "Where do you start?"

Mo Jiu made a low "forehead" and was suddenly speechless.

Her understanding of Bianjing mainly comes from history.For Bianjing City, the capital of several dynasties in history and the most prosperous and largest city in the world, she really wished for the opportunity to set foot in person and see the ancient charm.But for these, Xiao Qian may not understand, and this Bianjing may not be the Bianjing she knows, and his overly eager emotions towards her can easily make him suspicious.

Cursing her lips, Mo Jiu thought for a while, and her eyes showed a hint of greed, "I heard people say it! It is said that Bianjing has a history of thousands of years, not only that, but there are many delicious foods in Bianjing? What? Bucket chicken, soup dumplings, mutton steamed buns, almond tea... Oh, no, no, I'm already drooling. Can't wait! Xiao Liulang, when are we leaving?"

Xiao Qian couldn't laugh or cry when he saw how greedy she was when she talked about eating.

Slowly holding her hand, Xiao Qian covered his palm, then looked at the boundless flying snow, and suddenly said: "Ah Jiu hasn't told me yet, have you reconciled with me?"

(End of this chapter)