Lonely king and the widowed woman

"It's over, I'm dead!"

Dongji's arms were empty. Seeing that she avoided him like snakes and scorpions, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and soon recovered calm. She told him to be careful on the way, and added: "jiu'er, if you have something important, just come to me with a trigger. As long as you look for it, I'll be there."

Last time, he said, as long as you come, I'll be there.

This time, he said, as long as you look, he'll be there.

In other words, he will not wait for her here at any time, but as long as she has something urgent and shows her jade trigger, people here can find him immediately... So he is also in Lin'an, but he doesn't often live here.

"Oh."

Mo Jiu heard that he answered, and then he felt a little lost and fled. He didn't have much memory of how he was helped into the carriage by mandarin ducks. He was full of thoughts about "drunk beauty". He thought about the poison and didn't understand it. He kept blushing all his life... No, she was already old before the end of her life.

Zhiniang's face

And Fang Jiran's face

The way they both looked shook in her mind from time to time.

A woman cherishes her face. She can't imagine how she will face the appearance of premature aging one day.

When she came back from her chaotic thinking, people had come out of the chrysanthemum stage. Thinking of Dongji and the embarrassment of that moment, she opened the curtain and looked back.

Dongji is still standing outside the chrysanthemum stage, with a wind cloak floating and a long jade body. The whole person is like a stone carving.

Mo Jiu waved to him, slowly put down the curtain, slightly lowered his eyes, glanced at the carriage lightly, and asked the coachman slowly, "where are you taking me?"

The coachman smiled and replied loudly, "the childe has orders. Wherever the girl wants to go, she can go. I'll let the girl tell me."

Mo Jiu nodded, "happy home."

Now that fate has made a choice for her, she can only meet the difficulties. Running away is not only cowardice, but it can't explain any problem.

Whether for drunken beauty, cloud rain Gu, or premature aging... It seems that she can't escape Xiao LIULANG's palm. Moreover, in a short time, she did not want to draw a clear line with Xiao LIULANG.

In addition, Tiantai Mountain's offering to Tiantai, Bagua tomb, lady jade carving, thousand word guide, weapon manual... Each one is like a living object, calling her soul. Every time I think about it, the blood of the body is like throbbing. Whether she is a Mohist or not, she can't resist this temptation.

In the dark, she had a feeling.

She came for them.

Maybe only by solving these mysteries can she become the real her. But now Nanrong's situation and her own situation, Xiao Qian is very useful to her.

After all, he is not the only one who can check and balance her. As long as she wants, she can also check and control him.

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The sky is like a huge piece of black silk, with a few scattered stars floating in the night sky.

In the courtyard of the Privy emissary's house, a few autumn winds rustled past, rolled the fallen leaves on the eaves, and peeped into the house among several bright tiles.

The room was quiet and there was no wind.

Xiao Qian was dressed in a dark robe and a fox fur collar wind cloak on his shoulder. He lay lazily and obliquely on a red sandalwood beauty chair in the window. Between his slender fingers, he held a white jade cup and drank wine slowly. His black eyes were as cool as a deep pool, without waves, waves and emotions.

The wine has a strong aroma.

He only tasted, not drank deeply.

In front of him, several bodyguards knelt. They all hung their heads, as if they had made a mistake in receiving punishment. They didn't dare to look up at his eyes or talk much.