Lonely king and the widowed woman

She was looking at the carriage and thinking about it when a man in yellow silk patted his horse forward and blocked her sight.

... his eyes are as deep as a well, his nose is white, noble and romantic, and what a delicate leather bag - unfortunately, he is seriously ill educated. "Little widow, do you think I should break your leg or pick your hamstring?"

Little widow? Ben Wang? Two words with special meanings not only made mojiu feel more cool about her crossing hardware, but also made her curious about the people on the carriage.

The little prince is riding. Who will be on the bus?

Her heart was cold, but she raised her chin and looked at the little prince. She simply pretended to be cute to the end, "Hey, a good dog doesn't stand in the way. I don't know you. In broad daylight, I may not want to rob?"

"Don't you recognize me?" the goods sneered, jumped down and grabbed her disheveled long hair, like an eagle catching a chicken, threw her heavily on the horse, listened to her painful "hiss", didn't know what to think of, stared at her and asked with a smile: "then look again, can my king be ugly?"

Mo Jiu held on to his crotch and smiled pleasantly and strangely.

"No, no, no, little prince, in fact, you look very archaeological..."

The word "archaeological value" was fresh and obviously baffled him.

"Well, it's not only of great archaeological value, but also more rare - you're alive. Of course, these are not the key points." Mo Jiu looked at him with a smile, with spring breeze in his eyebrows and Autumn Moon in his eyes. "The key point is which of you can tell me... Why stop me?"

"Pa", before she finished, the little prince slapped the horse on the ass. The beast suffered from pain, raised his front hoofs and made a long hiss, like a man eager to get rid of his horse, struggling and jumping wildly.

"After riding it, I will tell you with kindness."

Mo Jiu's face changed. He was lying on the horse's back with uneven breathing and almost bumped down.

"Help me hold it. I can't ride a horse."

"Ha ha..." she was embarrassed and pleased the little prince. "Little widow, don't you want to escape? I lent you a horse, but you didn't thank me, but what did you call?"

"Help!" Mo Jiu panicked and screamed on the horse's back, but the horse seemed to be encouraged and became more crazy. Kicking and kicking, the arrogance was very frightening. After a few times, mojiu was in the turbulence, "wow" and retched.

"Little prince, you don't care about villains. Let me down first..."

"Don't say it's useless to call the prince or the ancestor." the little prince's name is song Ao. He is the youngest prince in the world. He is used to being arrogant and domineering. Today, he has been running back and forth for dozens of miles in hot weather to find the little widow. He's not happy. How can he spare her if he gets the chance?

He watched with interest as she went crazy on horseback and smiled.

"What are you afraid of? You can't die if you break your arms and legs."

"Ha ha ha!"

The bodyguards burst into laughter, and only the carriage stood quietly.

If it were not for the previous corner of the clothes and the hilt of the sword, I would think there was no one on it.

"Please, little prince, I really can't ride a horse..." dragging his voice, Mo Jiu's face was pale and trembled in fear, which made everyone laugh louder, coaxing her to roll down from the horse.

But she bumped and bumped, but suddenly straightened up, clamped her legs heavily, and said "drive". No one thought that the green dog was like hitting evil. While the guards were watching the excitement, she was careless and rushed into the official way

"Qing Yu!" Song Ao was shocked and angry.