Lonely king and the widowed woman

Mo Jiu was almost shocked by shangya's explicit words.

But what's more frightening is that except for herself, the others were only slightly stunned, not as surprised as her.

Have the folk customs of Nanrong been opened to this extent? Moreover, the eight characters of people nowadays have never been publicized, and there are very few people with four pillars of pure Yang and four pillars of pure Yin, but they are extremely restrictive, so their families generally choose to keep it secret. Then, how can Shang ya know Xiao Qian's eight characters? She couldn't figure it out.

Everyone was dumb. Xiao Qian raised his hand slowly, pressed it gently on his temple, and laughed aloud. "The conditions of the right deacon are rare."

Mo Jiu was familiar with his smile. It sounded mild, but it was no different from the executioner's dying smile to the death prisoner before execution.

However, her feeling is the bell on the Bank of Naihe bridge, but Shang Ya thinks Xiao LIULANG is flirting affectionately.

Shangya smiled and said coquettishly, "do you agree to my little request?"

Xiao Qian also smiled: "it's really a small requirement. Unfortunately, this seat is good at cleanliness and doesn't like dirty girls."

The light sound of the spring breeze blowing the willows was not sinister, but it choked shangya and changed his face.

But only for a moment, she smiled gently again, like the most considerate woman, "is Xiao Sujun so merciless?"

Xiao Qian leaned back and looked at her calmly, but his attitude was aloof and indifferent, "if you shouldn't go down, you can't leave the villa?"

"I'm laughing." Shang Ya stroked her sideburns and said softly: "It's ridiculous, but I'm also eager to save the little princess. I'm helpless. The poison of soul separation poison is extremely fierce. It not only needs the combination of men and women, but also pays attention to the man who is consistent with Shi Gu's woman. He has the life style of four pillars of pure Yang and is a boy... Of course, it's rare for a man with four pillars of pure yang to taste all kinds of herbs and have a pure heart and few desires like the envoy. The curative effect is better. However, although I was trying to save people, I didn't dare to force you. But if you didn't want to, I'm afraid the little princess's ghost Gu would be...... "

"It doesn't matter." Xiao Qian interrupted calmly, "just give the princess to me."

Everyone thought that Shang Ya would be embarrassed again by pretending to pose, but she smiled and said to the maid around her: "in that case, go and help the little princess to the waterside pavilion."

"Here." the maid took the order, and she ran up and ordered, "keep your hands and feet light and watch the princess's body carefully."

Her practice and attitude seem to be song Yan's life-saving benefactor, which is like bad intentions?

In the waterside pavilion, there was a moment of silence until Mo Jiu suddenly looked up, "deacon Shang, I don't know one thing."

Shangya's lips were crooked and asked generously, "what's the matter, girl?"

Mo Jiu touched his belly and pressed it. He said in a loud voice, "you see, we came in a hurry from Sanjiang and didn't eat dinner. Although you didn't sleep as Xiao LIULANG, the business can't be benevolent. At least there are guests. Why don't you have some food?"

She's a charming little girl. She's just eating. Shangya is a little confused for a moment.

Mo Jiu was as if nothing had happened. His fingers gently knocked on the tea table, "Shang ya, don't be stunned."

"How dare you disobey me?" the thinking of eating goods is unpredictable most of the time, but shangya likes to watch one set in one set, and all kinds of etiquette are comprehensive in front of people. Mo Jiu's questions were originally only for her belly, but listening to her ears is equivalent to humiliation.

Soon, she ordered people to serve fruit tea and let everyone pad their stomachs first.

Most people didn't dare to eat her food, but Mo Jiu was impolite. He picked up a strange cake and asked Xiao Qian, "what's this?"