Lonely king and the widowed woman

Ji ran had some doubts, but Mo Jiu didn't deal with it too much except sending someone to secretly stare at her and stepping up the defense on Xinglong Mountain.

The time was wrong. She didn't want to make a big fight for zhiniang's disease and lead her old disease to relapse.

Second, she has too many business and private things to do now. On the one hand, she has to worry about Xiao Qian and on the other hand, she has to take good care of her fetus. On the other hand, there is a huge Mohist school. She needs to pay attention to the intricate people and things. She is not willing to spend too much time on the bad things caused by the jealousy of this little woman, which will affect her physical and mental health.

The nourishment of the fetus in the mother will affect her life in just ten months.

She doesn't want to lose more than gain.

However, family affairs, state affairs and world affairs are disturbing. Even if she is open-minded, occasionally she will be upset.

A person is afraid of irritability. Once he is irritable, his mind will go to extremes and inevitably do some irrational things. In order to avoid such a thing, Mo Jiu eats whenever he is unhappy. She always believed that beauty can offset negative emotions.

Therefore, she tried her best to get all kinds of delicious food to eat, and she also studied a lot of recipes. In her spare time, she will also take those women who have become mothers on the mountain, such as Peng Xin and shangya people, while chatting about their home habits and cooking delicious food.

Such a day is really beautiful.

In addition to satisfying their own appetite, they can also make some supplementary food for children and children. At the same time, he also changed his tricks to make some liquid foods with different tastes for Mo Wang, so as to ensure his nutrition and supply and prevent him from gradually collapsing in a coma.

Every time I do these things, mojiu will slowly calm down.

The sky is big and the earth is big. Everything is one. It's destiny. Efforts are enough. Why worry too much?

Mo Xu in a coma, Xiao Qian on the battlefield and the child in her stomach all made her feel lucky. A woman who has got too much happiness can't be dissatisfied and want everything.

She should cherish what she has, create what she has not, and cherish what she has around her——

When she set a goal, she did it boldly.

While secretly hoarding a large amount of food and weapons in Qianlian cave in Xinglong Mountain, she asked Cao Yuan to secretly hoard military clothes for Xiao Qian's army by using the developed commercial network of Mohism.

Food, soldiers and clothes all need money, a lot of money.

Fortunately, mojiu is short of everything, so he is not short of money.

She understood that Xiao Qian hoarded soldiers in Bianjing. Although there was a Yin Mountain in front of him and a Huai river behind him as a barrier, the so-called "barrier" could be used to become protection, and he virtually installed himself in the middle of the barrier, like a turtle in a jar. A long war consumes a lot of power and needs sufficient logistical support.

Xiao Qian never reached out to her. She knew it was his pride as a man. He didn't want her to feel that he wanted her to use her and needed her money or her weapons.

Mojiu is very pleased with this. She likes such a man.

But she couldn't turn a deaf ear and do nothing.

She never forgot what he said during the northern expedition.

"I went to battle to kill the enemy, and you netted behind for husband and wife."

Since he is a husband and wife, since he is the father of her child, she will not watch him fall into a desperate situation one day and have no way to ask for help.

Although mojiu doesn't know much about war, she knows from modern experience that rations, weapons and clothes are the most important things in war.

She did these things silently. Except for shangya and Cao Yuan, others basically didn't know. Even if some Mohist disciples feel that the final wind direction is wrong and the management of Mohist school has changed, most of them think that mojiu's idea has changed and won't think too much. After all, it's not surprising that she always does things like this.

In addition to doing Xiao Qian's logistics, mojiu also distributed the food she cooked herself to people who think they should cherish. Zhiniang, sisters and brothers on Xinglong Mountain can enjoy her love.

In addition, she also sent it all the way to alejin, the capital of Houyu country.

Of course, at least half of the reasons she sent food were excuses.

Mainly to fulfill the original agreement with song Yan - send someone to look after her.

Now she returns to Xinglong Mountain and feels that the days on the mountain are still good, hidden and safe. Song Yan sneaks up the mountain, which can completely hide people's eyes and ears and won't attract other people's attention. Since she can finish Yan Xiu's girl, why can't she come to Xinglong Mountain to be a girl?

So the food delivery man brought a letter from mojiu to song Yan.

"My land is very good. If you want to go back, send someone to pick you up. Hope you are well!"

Such days are full for pregnant mojiu.

Her Xinglong Mountain, her business empire all over the world, her intelligence network with lovesickness order as a gimmick, everything is running as usual, and has not been affected too much by the left deacon Mo's letting go. Although there were some stumbling in the process of Cao Yuan taking over, as long as the mogul is still there, the Mohist sea god needle is there. After the wind and rain, the rainbow still hangs high in the sky of Mohism——

The days passed day by day.

In addition to worrying about Xiao Qian, Mo Jiu's most worried person is mo Xu in disease.

He always looked like that, always lying motionless in bed. He can't eat, drink or feel emotional. Besides breathing and losing weight, he is like a sleeping vegetable - mojiu hasn't seen a real vegetable. His senses come from the Internet and TV. But she just felt that this kind of ink was like a plant.

"Elder martial brother, when will you wake up?"

She repeated her daily work. With the help of mei'er and Hercules Shen Xinyue, she gave Mo Wang medicine with a big stomach.

Look at the black medicine juice flowing down the corner of his mouth to his jaw, and he can't even swallow. Shen Xinyue has to pull his jaw to fill it every time. She is sad, grabbed her heart and lowered her head. She took a handkerchief to wipe it gently for him.

But in his mouth, he kept smiling and spoke to him gently, trying to awaken his stiff mind.

"Elder martial brother, you don't know. Many things have happened during your sleep. Do you want to know? Let me tell you, OK?"

"It's said that Meng he is going to enlist himself. Do you know why? I asked him to come. Hey hey, this man is too conceited. If I give him a little bit, he will drill. Elder martial brother, do you think I'm smart? I told him that I got the thousand word citation and the weapon manual. I'm making weapons of mass destruction in Xinglong Mountain... Well, you don't seem to understand this word? It doesn't matter . he probably doesn't understand either. But the more he doesn't understand, the more he understands rarity! Look, he can't help it. "

"Maybe you think I'm stupid, don't you? Set fire to myself. No, I'm not stupid. This man has been shrinking in the palace of Hara horin. His empire is getting bigger and bigger, and his troops are getting more and more. I heard a while ago that his army has hit East and West Asia, and it seems that the people on earth can't stop him from dominating... Do we have to wait until his old death?"

"I have to lead him out. But how can I lure him? People, they always die of greed. It's hard to fill their desires! He has got enough, but he still wants more. If he gets more, he will have more fear and fear of losing all this. Therefore, he may not fully believe in the weapon atlas, but he no longer trusts Su He and is extremely conceited. Song Xi dares to enlist himself, How dare he? "

The room was quiet, not even the wind.

Naturally, no one responded to Mo Jiu who talked to himself.

She didn't seem to want anyone to respond. As usual, she smiled and talked to Mo Wu.

"However, greed is also human nature. Who in the world is not greedy? I am greedy and Xiao LIULANG is greedy, otherwise there would be so many incidents? Only senior brother you..." speaking of this, she took back the medicine spoon and gently put it in the bowl.

In the collision sound of "Ding", she leaned over and gently straightened her collar. Seeing that there was medicine juice in it, she frowned, told mei'er to fetch water and smiled again.

"Only in senior brother's body, I have never seen the word greed. You have got the essence of Mohism. You have done everything for Mohism and those people you cherish. In my impression, you have never asked for anything for yourself or wanted anything. Mohism has so much money, and all the money has come from you. If you want it, You can be a rich and powerful man in the world. But you don't. "

"There are so many disciples of Mohism. You are the left deacon and in charge of power. You can use the emperor to make princes. Even before I become a great master of Mohism, you can compete with shangya and win half the world of Mohism. If you want, you can dominate. But you don't."

"You used to have a girl you liked. You grew up with her, took care of her, cared about her, and pleased with her. If you want, you can get her by many means. When she lost her lover, you also have a lot of opportunities to take her. But you don't."

"Before, I always thought, how can there be such a selfless person in this world? I don't believe it. I think people will think of themselves. Even people with more measurement will be angry when they are wronged and want revenge after being hurt - but senior brother, you don't have it, you don't have it all."

The bottom of her eyes was covered with mist.

Lowering his head, looking at Mo's thin face, he was silent for a long time.

"But why should you suffer such a sin when you are so good?"

This question is the life and metaphysics she has been thinking about for some time.

It is said that "good will be rewarded, evil will be rewarded". But in her short life experience, she has seen a lot of worries about life and death. It seems that she rarely follows such a law. Some good people, because they are too kind, always expose their weaknesses in front of others. Not only do they not get due respect, but because the short board is too clear and the city is not deep, they often let others pinch it at will. On the contrary, those who are not so kind-hearted are always selfish, but God seems to help them. No one dares to provoke them or offend them, because they are cruel and evil.

Therefore, the evil person can boast and continue to be evil.

Although good and evil will die, how unfair is the life you have experienced?

"Girl......" she was cleaning the medicine juice on Mo Wang's neck, but Mei Er suddenly called.

"What?" Mo Jiu didn't look back and continued his work.

Mei Er tooted her mouth. "I have a big truth that I have to tell. I don't know if it's appropriate to tell it!?"

Mo Jiu flew a white eye at her.

"Learning is bad! Say it."

Mei'er smiled, helped her clean the cleaned ink, put on clean clothes, helped her to lie down, stared at her white finger tucked in the corner and sighed.

"Mei'er thought that if deacon Zuo had a mind, he would be very happy. If he changed me, it would be the same. I'd rather sleep forever than wake up."

"How to say?" Mo Jiu glanced at her strangely.

"Think about it. Before deacon Zuo is unconscious, you have too many things to do and too many people to take care of. It seems that you can't turn to him at any time. And when he is seriously injured and unconscious, are you most interested in him? Here, there is no prince, no one, only him. You have only him with all your heart and eyes, and only take care of him. Isn't he very happy and unwilling to wake up? "

"Bah! You little girl, talk nonsense."

Mo Jiu gave her a hard stare. "Do you think deacon Zuo is like you? Stupid!"

"... HMM." mei'er pulled her mouth and smiled. "Anyway, I think it's the happiest time for deacon left. You say, how good would it be if deacon left really had consciousness? He knows that you care about him so much, come to see him every day and serve him in person. In this way, maybe he can comfort you more and don't hurt you in vain."

This time, Mo Jiu didn't refute.

Quietly looking at the ink on the bed, for a moment, she agreed with mei'er.

If he is conscious, he can see what she has done for him. Will he feel better, so that he can wake up earlier. Don't let her worry so much. Don't let her worry about such a big Mohist besides them every day?

Mohu was right about one thing that night.

She can no longer trust Cao Yuan, Shang ya, Qiao Zhanping and anyone like Mo Xu.

She had to deal with Mohist affairs, big or small, herself.

After all, it's all heart disease.

Mo Jiu sat in Mo Wu's room for more than half an hour and said a lot of words to him.

She told him that the bug called her "aunt" for the first time yesterday and clamored to see Uncle Mo who didn't wake up after a long sleep. Peng Qi stopped the little guy only after saying good or bad things. Peng Xin tried her best to deal with his coma. She even brought out the "soul reviving method" learned from nowhere. The strange appearance of playing tricks frightened the little bug to cry for a long time. She dared not leave her for many days. She was afraid that her mother would "fly" or would not wake up when she fell asleep like Uncle mo.

She also told him: Song Ao has never heard from him. Song Che wants to be a cheap father and do something for Peng Xin and Xiaochong, but there has been no progress in the relationship between Peng Xin and him. Song Ao couldn't find it one day, and Peng Xin was unhappy with song Che one day. The relationship between the two people continued so strangely that the people on the mountain slowly softened their hearts. Zhiniang advised Peng Xin a few days ago: what would you do if song Ao had no news all his life? Should we wait all the time, let the little bug never have a father, and let song Che wait forever?

"Peng Xin is so stubborn! Guess what she told zhiniang? She said: if you have no news all your life, wait all your life until he comes back and give her a statement. Xiaochong won't have no father. If song Ao has no news all his life, he will be Xiaochong's father all his life, and no one can replace him. As for song Che... She doesn't want him to wait endlessly. It's nice The heart grows on himself. If he has to wait, she can't stop him. "

It's all life!

Life does not love, death does not mourn.

Which of these entangled people can cut off their love?

Peng Xin, song Che and song Ao are. How can they not be?

Mo Jiu talked endlessly and carefully said all the people she knew together. Laugh, sigh, and silence. But no matter what kind of emotion she had, there was no movement in the ink on the bed.

"Elder martial brother, I should go back. After sitting for too long, the little guy in my stomach is protesting. I'm going out to have activities. I'll see you again tomorrow morning."

Supporting the edge of the bed, she was supported by mei'er and called two disciples who looked after Cao Wang in a deep voice.

"Hello, I'm looking at deacon left. Do you hear me?"

"Disciple, take orders!" the two disciples saluted together.

Well, mojiu slowly came out of the small courtyard with peach blossoms in full bloom with his swollen belly. Standing under the peach blossom tree at the gate of the courtyard, he looked at the clear sky today——

In April, when the fragrance of the earth is exhausted, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

It's getting hot and her stomach is getting bigger and bigger.

"I don't know where LIULANG is. Is there a peach blossom?"

Pregnant women always have inexplicably complex thinking. They think about many things they usually don't think about and worry about many people who usually don't worry. Looking at the tall peach blossom tree at the gate of the courtyard, she looked up at her head and was in a daze for a long time. Suddenly she turned her eyes and ordered mei'er.

"Call Cao Yuan later."

"OK!" mei'er answered casually and asked strangely, "girl, what happened?"

Because Cao Yuan is too busy, generally there is nothing urgent. Mo Jiu will not send someone to find him. She is one of the most compassionate disciples in the history of Mohism. People all over the world respect her. On the contrary, she has equal respect for people all over the world.

"Yes! What day is it today?"

When she asked, mei'er pursed her lips and calculated carefully, a little surprised.

"Ah! It's April 18 today. Life is going so fast."

"Yes, it's April 18. I haven't heard from LIULANG for eight days."

Mojiu and Xiao Qian have been exchanging what they need. Although they are separated from the two places, their three-day communication has never been interrupted. Even for irresistible special reasons, the longest gap is only five days. But this time, eight days have passed, and no news has come from there. It's very strange that even the attack on Xi, who sent a letter to Xiao Qian last time, hasn't come back.

Moreover, in his last letter to Xiao Qian, Mo Jiu specifically told him his due date and asked him about some war arrangements. And gently told him that if he happened to be free at that time, he hoped to go back to Xinglong Mountain. She really hopes that he can welcome their baby with her——