Lonely king and the widowed woman

The weather in June is so muggy that there is no cool wind.

There is a deep ditch under the camphor tree. Beside the ditch, wild weeds such as dog tail, bromegrass and field chrysanthemum are wilting dejectedly. But the man under the tree has sharp eyebrows, clear facial features, a light brown face, looks healthy, masculine, natural and handsome, and has great affinity in his eyes.

Mo Jiu's eyes lit up.

Of course, not because he is handsome.

She has seen more beautiful, like Xiao LIULANG.

But in her heart, the guy surnamed Xiao seems to be born with three evil, three cold and three yin. Although he is extremely beautiful, he makes people dare not get closer. His face is covered with the label of "abstinence and prohibition of women". It's hard to say, he doesn't look like a decent person. This man is different. He exudes a great Xia temperament all over his body. If he changes to Mr. Jin Yong's martial arts novels, he is the kind of man who can go to heaven and earth with his confidants and be proud of the Jianghu.

Mo Jiu looked at him and asked with a smile, "are you waiting for me?"

He came forward with a smile and said, "yes, nine girls, please follow me."

The sound was so crisp that the sparrows peeping on the camphor tree fluttered to the sky.

A man who is respectful, polite and handsome can hardly make women feel bad about him. Moreover, the blood jade Xiao placed in his palm when he bowed his hand attracted Mo Jiu's attention - the jade of the Xiao body is as red as blood, but it is exquisite and exquisite. If you change to later generations, is this pipe flute priceless?

"It's easy to say..." Mo Jiu stared at Xiao without blinking, "but you have to tell me who you are?"

He was stunned. "Don't you know me?"

Mo Jiu was very interested in the man's blood Yuxiao and took his attitude seriously. "To tell you the truth, I accidentally fell off the post road a few days ago and hurt my head. I can't remember some things. Listen to you, we are old acquaintances?"

Although the excuse of breaking his head is a little broken and has been used by countless predecessors, it is really difficult for mojiu to find an excuse that is more flawless than it. What's more, as a traverser, although she has been working hard, it seems that no one has ever seen her as a normal person. No matter who she contacts, people always think she has a brain problem and her words and deeds are very strange.

Then she won't be able to do it for a while, so she won't excuse it.

The image of a madman can also be a shield. She'd love to!

The man seemed a little surprised, and his eyes were more examined. However, according to Mo Jiu, he didn't seem to have any hope for her IQ, so he didn't doubt it, nodded, but breathed a sigh of relief, "I see. No wonder nine girls are different from the first."

Mo Jiu smiled and squinted, then aimed at the blood jade flute in his palm, "who are you?"

He frowned, but he didn't hide it. "I'm stupid."

With her last name? Doesn't it mean that she and her wife have been lonely and have to rely on Aunt LAN and her husband to help? She hasn't heard of a brother or cousin? Her mind was spinning fast and she blurted out coldly.

"Are you the... Mexican family?"

The Mohist School inherited from Mozi has a long history. It is an organization with strict structure and members all over the world. It advocates "universal love and non aggression" and coexists with Confucianism and Taoism. Among the children of Mozi, there are countless talents who can help the world. Mojiu was also a descendant of Mohism in her previous life. Although Mohism was long gone at that time, she knew a lot about her ancestors. However, in addition to a strange "widow and premature aging", she didn't see any shadow of Mohism and didn't think much about it.