Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1009 The pit is 187 meters deep
Yes, even though nothing seemed to have changed, Mo Jiu knew that he was abnormal.

Several times, she wanted to have a showdown with him and have a heart-to-heart talk.

But the wind and snow in Bianjing City was too cold, but Xiao Qian's smile was too warm.

She is also reluctant, reluctant to leave this epic fairy tale.

These days seemed to be the most leisurely days for the two of them since the war started.

Xiao Liulang doesn't deal with government affairs, doesn't see anyone, and ignores things that have nothing to do with them.It seemed that there was only Mo Jiu left in his whole world, and he was only willing to concentrate on being with her, to accompany her wholeheartedly.

In a flash, the first day of February.

After another night of heavy snowstorm, the city of Bianjing was paved into a silvery white world.

"Bang!"

In the early hours of the morning, the clapper struck four times——

In the past, Mo Jiu was quite used to this kind of sound, but today, she felt that what the watchman was holding was not a clapper, but clearly like a knife cutting something abruptly.

She groped in the quilt, and slowly moved her body closer to Xiao Qian.

Absorbing the warmth of the man's body, under the incitement of wanting to indulge in his tenderness forever, she sniffed, without opening her eyes, and only gently rubbed her white and tender face against his hard chest.

"It's almost dawn!" she murmured softly.

I thought he couldn't hear, but he answered.

"Yes, it's almost light."

This night, neither of them slept well.

But no one tried to expose it, another person who was sleeping.

However, it was dawn.When you have to wake up and face it, some things must be said.

When night fell last night, a fast horse came from the south...

What he was carrying was not any one person, but a corpse.

At that time, Mo Jiu was cutting plums in the plum garden, and she didn't see that scene with her own eyes. She just judged from Meier's pale face when she was dictating, that something must have happened that she didn't know about, and it was time to deal with it. it's time.

Leaning against Xiao Liulang, she murmured dreamily.

"Xiao Liulang, you can tell me now."

Xiao Qian didn't say a word, and gently stroked her long hair.

"Say it? Paper can't contain fire!"

Mo Jiu growled these words with a little emotion.

The eyes that had not been stared open all this time also raised up, and they looked at him in the dense morning light.

"Ah Jiu." It seemed that it was difficult to speak what was about to be said, so Xiao Qian, who had never shown a slight expression, even moved his facial features several times without making a sound.

After a while, under Mo Jiu's quiet gaze, he suddenly sighed, as if unwilling to break each other's sweet dreams, and buried his handsome face deeply into her neck.

"Ah Jiu, when the sun rises, Gu Er will come to pick you up and leave."

Hehe... He took her away again.

Why does he leave her out every time something happens?
In his eyes, is she really just a drag who can eat and play?
Although she knew that Xiao Qian's actions were right after a time-space gap in morality, she did not allow another separation that was about to be faced, and her tone suddenly became sharp.

"This time, where are you going to put me? And what earth-shattering feat do you have to do?"

Seeing his dark and unfathomable complexion, she felt a little bit reluctant, and unknowingly softened her tone, "Xiao Liulang, are those things really that important to you? In a prosperous and chaotic world, but in a blink of an eye, thousands of years of achievements are nothing more than nothing." In the old days, Wang Xietang Qianyan!"

Pausing, she slowly held his face in her hands, inspecting his face deeply with her eyes.

"Liulang, only our life is real, isn't it? The days we can be together are not as many as imagined. Maybe a snap of the fingers is already a lifetime. What's the point of regretting it then?"

"Ah Jiu..."

"Unless you never have me in your heart."

A small "Chuan" appeared on his forehead.

He sighed, holding her tightly in his arms, rubbing his fingers on her face emotionally, "This time, I must go."

Mo Jiu suddenly got a little angry, turned her head and bit his lip hard.

"reason!"

"Blood is thicker than water. I can't just watch them die." Xiao Qian said very quickly, strangling her shoulders, but he didn't stop her from biting her shoulders with sharp teeth like a little bitch until the ink Jiu stopped struggling when he heard his suddenly cold words.

"Is something wrong with the Xiao family?"

"Yes." After saying one word, Xiao Qian buried his head in the crescent of Mo Jiu's neck like a child who had suddenly become fragile, and said, "The imperial court confiscated the Duke's mansion and took more than five hundred people from Xiao's mansion. All of them were escorted to jail, awaiting execution..."

what?
Mo Jiu's pupils widened, and his hairs stood on end.

"why?"

Xiao Qiandao: "I cut off the connection with the imperial court. Lin'an sent Xiao Erlang to pass the news for the first time, but I did not obey." After a pause, his eyes changed slightly, "The corpses brought by the horses last night are three Brother's youngest son..."

Closed her eyes slightly, Mo Jiu's voice trembled.

"What do they want?"

Xiao Qian's eyes deepened, "Let me hand over the military power and the control of the south of the Huai River, and then return to Lin'an for trial. Otherwise, the whole family, the nine tribes of Yi—"

(End of this chapter)