Lonely king and the widowed woman

"So what?" Mo Jiu interrupted her, stretched out and walked up to her: "you ran to my door to tell me this?"

Song Yan choked on her, and her face turned red with anger. She raised her hand and was about to hit.

"You bastard..."

Mo Jiu grabbed her wrist and looked at her carefully. "A gentleman doesn't do anything. I'm easy to talk. Why don't you tell me what you want?"

When arranging accommodation, mojiu's room was in the same yard with Xiao Qian and song Ao, but song Yan wanted to live here, but they refused because the room was not enough. Thinking of this, she was angry and held her head up proudly. She stared at Mo Jiu, "I want to live in your house!"

Mo Jiuqi said, "why should I let you?"

Song Yan was unhappy: "because I am the daughter of King Cheng, the princess Ziyan personally granted by your majesty, the cousin of Xiao Sujun, and the Little Prince song Ao..."

"Stop! You Tang monk?" Mo Jiu glanced at her. "I'll change a room. You're so tired of everything. Well, I'll give it to you..."

On a hot day, it's stuffy in the house. It's not more comfortable to sleep in the carriage? She didn't say much. She went back to the house, put on her shoes and came out. No one robbed the house at all. She was aggrieved. When she came to song Yan's side, she shook her head.

"Some silly, lifelike and wonderful flowers always like second-hand goods. Is the house I slept in so fragrant?"

Song Yan has been spoiled since she was a child. People are used to and flatter her everywhere. When was she so choked?

In a rage, she drew out her self-defense dagger and put it on mojiu's neck.

"Kneel down! Give the princess a hundred hands and I'll spare your life."

Mo Jiu tilted his neck and looked at her sideways. "You're so strange. If you want to sleep in my house, I'll give it to you, but I'm wrong to stay here and go. Is it really not the house that you want to sleep, but me?"

She has a delicate appearance, and her voice is soft. With the foil of song Yan's dagger, she is more weak, clear and charming. Even those who don't like her feel that the girl has been bullied. Those heads who shut the door and watch the excitement at the window keep shaking and feel that Princess Ziyan is fierce and tight.

But she is the princess after all. Who dares to provoke her?

In Xiao Qian's closed room, song Ao walked around with a head as big as an ox.

"Changyuan, if you don't go out and have a look, your sister-in-law will be killed by Ziyan before you pass the door."

Xiao Qian put the finely and neatly cut fruit into his mouth gracefully. His action was not slow: "let her in your room."

Song Ao glared at him angrily. "You don't know Ziyan's temper. She's for the room? She chased from Chuzhou and said that she didn't feel well. She asked you to take a pulse, not to see you?"

Xiao Qian ate fruit silently and regarded him and the farce in the hospital as nothing.

Song Ao snorted, took his hand to the window, looked and sighed, "besides, I'll let her have the room. Where do I live?"

Xiao Qian said, "Wangcai can still live there."

Song Ao was so angry that his chest hurt that he couldn't help shouting, "good you Xiao Changyuan! Hum, I don't care. If Ziyan hurt someone, she is also your Xiao's daughter-in-law."

Xiao qiantou didn't lift his head. "If you really kill them, you can kill demons and do justice for heaven."

This is puzzling. Song Ao is confused. When did the little widow become a demon?

He was about to ask, but suddenly there was a shout from mojiu in the hospital.

"Xiao Laoliu, you heartless man, don't you have to marry me? Now a woman has come to my door, but you want to be a shrinking turtle? Come out quickly. If I lose a hair, I will burn this broken place and die with you..."

Song Ao was stunned and laughed. He sat down lazily and hummed a song.

"There are beautiful women in the south. They dance with light green waist. They have a feast in the ninth autumn evening and fly to brush the clouds and rain..."

Xiao Qianzhong went out. After staying in the house for so long, he was still well dressed, meticulously dressed, and his every move did not follow the rules. Even if he followed him out to see the lively little Prince song Ao, he seemed less elegant in front of him.

However, although he is a privy envoy, he is obviously not good at mediating women's disputes.

He asked nonsense, "what are you doing?"

Mojiu was "kind" as a human being. When he saw Xiao Qian coming out, his heart became angry. Anyway, everyone thinks she's sick. She just gets sick to the end - isn't the most difficult person in the world crazy?

She stared at Xiao Qian and scolded, "look at this goblin. She just robbed my room and forced me to sleep with her. How can I be so casual? I'm obviously your man, LIULANG?"

With the sound of "LIULANG", the flowers and leaves in the yard were trembling.

The onlookers were all drunk.

Song Ao felt that Xiao Changyuan must want to kill himself.

But his reaction was unexpected. In addition to a pair of heavy eyes, gloomy and indifferent, he had no emotion on his face. He just came forward and gently dialed song Yan's dagger and comforted: "Ziyan, she was mentally incomplete when she was a child and suffered from loss of soul. You don't have to worry about her."

Women argue only for one breath.

Although song Yan is naughty, how can she really kill people?

When Xiao Qian made peace, she was happy to find a step. "Mammy pity me for my discomfort. Just now she made a rude remark... Cousin, don't be angry." after thinking about it, she reluctantly turned her head to mojiu, "I can't stand the humidity. In this post station, your house is sunny. Can you change it with me?"

Mo Jiu smiled and narrowed his eyes, "change!"

Xiao Qian looked coldly, "no!"

Two people spoke in unison, and Mo Jiu was so angry that his eyes were almost staring out. How could she not know that this guy was afraid that she would take the opportunity to make trouble or escape, so she monitored nearby? But her protest was obviously ineffective for Xiao Qian.

In desperation, she sighed and looked at Song Yan: "you see, it's not that I won't let you. It's really my uncle's kindness. He wants to spend the night with me..."

Xiao Qian's face sank and his body looked like a layer of cold ice.

Song Yan was so angry that her eyebrows stood up, "you shameless..."

She was a girl and it was hard to scold, but mammy Wu took it, "little Dang woman!"

Mo Jiu listened honestly, nodded, stretched out his hand to strangle song Yan's arm, and asked her with a strong thirst for knowledge: "I heard the words of your maidservant swearing, but I didn't know what it meant. I wanted to ask the princess, is that a thing? How can I have enough? Why don't the princess show me one?"

The yard was full of men, laughing and shaking their shoulders.

Xiao Qian's face was livid. "Whatever you laugh, go back to bed."

He glanced at Song Yan lightly and without saying anything. But the girl's family has a thin skin. Originally, Mammy Wu used foul language to curse people. She felt embarrassed. In front of her sweetheart, she was questioned by Mo Jiu in public, and felt even more embarrassed.

With a whimper, she covered her face and rushed out.