Lonely king and the widowed woman

Looking at mei'er's wronged tears, she sighed, "Okay, okay, I promise it's okay, okay?"

Mei'er looked up, sniffed and asked, "seriously?"

The little girl really cares about her. As soon as mojiu's heart was warm, he got out of bed, helped her sit on the stool, gently rubbed her thin shoulder, and suddenly had a sense of being a mother in advance. In her heart, there was a strange horror. She bent her lips and smiled: "little girl, why don't you listen to the old man?"

With a soft 15-year-old body, she taught mei'er: "don't you see how much Liu Lang of the Xiao family likes me? Mammy Wu can't touch me if she wants to. How can he let others embarrass me?"

Mei'er is young, but she is not easy to fool.

She said with a depressed face, "but Lord Shijun said, you are mentally incomplete and have the disease of losing your soul..."

Mo Jiu pulled down his face and was unhappy. "As a man, we can't always tell the truth. It hurts."

Amused by her black humor, mei'er "puffed" and soon wiped her tears to calm down. Mo Jiu didn't care how those people wanted to find song Yan. She comforted mei'er. She didn't bother to take a look. She just tilted her head and boiled on the couch. She regretted that she didn't take some books on Xiao Qian's carriage to pass the time.

After more than an hour, it was completely dark.

The post station was quiet, but Xiao Qian was walking around. A young man named Xue Fang knocked at the door.

The boy is not old, about 16 or 17 years old. When he sees two young women in the room, his face is red. He hands over the tray in his hand. He doesn't even dare to look at it more. He speaks fast, "sister Mo, please let me send you some melons."

Mo Jiu didn't pass the door, and he didn't treat her as the young lady of the Xiao family. He just treated her as an ordinary little girl, collectively referred to as "sister". Mo Jiu was satisfied with this. He thanked him and leaned lazily on the couch and asked mei'er with a smile, "do you think I'm right? Xiao LIULANG has feelings for me..."

Mei'er didn't respond, but Xue Fang was stunned and said honestly: "these melons were sent by the governor of the prefecture. Ten porters took ten loads, and the boys distributed them. Xiao Sujun said that it's a pity that the weather is hot, and it's bad when it's bad tomorrow. It's not good to have a share in the fortune, but sister Mo's..."

Mei'er coughed softly. She looked at her nose and heart. She couldn't go to see Mo Jiu's face with a smile.

When she sent Xue Fang away, closed the door and looked back, Mo Jiu didn't seem to feel embarrassed. He just turned his elbow to look at her and smiled softly, "stop, girl, there is a love calling to love and kill each other. You're still young and don't understand."

Mei'er: "

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The post station is not very quiet this night.

People from top to bottom are nervously looking for the little princess.

Song Yan is not only the daughter of King Cheng, but also the heart of the Empress Dowager. Even the emperor loves her very much. The girl was spoiled by thousands of people, but she was swept away in full view of the public. She rode her horse and didn't come back. The people sent out searched all the possible hiding places around, but they couldn't find anyone.

Song Ao got used to her temperament and didn't worry too much. He didn't bother to take care of her and went to bed early. But Xiao Qian was different from Song Ao after all. He ordered people to inform the government offices of nearby states to help find the little princess, but it was a lot of trouble. By the time I got back to my room, it was already three o'clock.

On the summer night, the air was stuffy and he couldn't stand the sweat. He sent someone to take a bath in the room and ordered Xue Fang to smoke fresh ointment in the room. Just then, he dismissed his attendants, stepped into the bath barrel, quietly closed his eyes and soothed his body and mind... But he didn't know that the previous plate of ice, honey and finely cut melon had caught the greedy insect of mojiu.

In addition to sleeping, the only hobby of this product is eating.

In order to eat, she secretly walked under the eaves, wrapped the cat's waist behind the house and hid under the window.

Of course, she didn't know that Xiao Qian lived in this room. After listening for a while, there was no movement. She stretched out a finger, dipped it in saliva, and learned from the TV play, gently pierced the window paper, put her eyes together and looked in.

The furnishings in the house are also simple, but each decoration is ridiculously clean. It is obviously no different from her room layout, but the bed, chair and solitary lamp are not very general, which adds an elegant Fairy Spirit

Wait, what's immortality?

Her eyes finally fell on the foggy bath bucket.

The smoke curls up, steaming and fragrant. The guy closed his eyes lazily. He was wet and wet, but his hair was not disordered at all. He crossed his neck. Some fell out from the edge of the bucket like a long dark waterfall, and some fell in front of him and covered his symmetrical but strong and sexy chest with a deadly light like poppy, which was more exquisite and gorgeous than any man mojiu had ever seen, Let her not breathe.

She never thought that a man could be so handsome.

He is not only handsome, but also regular in bathing. His hands are folded, his appearance is neat, and his concentration is motionless. The soft satin bedclothes on the hanger are also neatly placed. Against his ruthless and cold face, it seems close, but far away, with a gorgeous style that should not exist in reality at all.

Mo Jiu wondered if he was out of his mind.

She couldn't help taking a step forward as if she had been bewitched.

But at this time, a voice came from the fog, "Xue Fang, are you itching again?"