Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1101
With a faint smile, she didn't feel like eating anymore, so she patted Aunt Lan and got up.

"Okay, take good care of my mother, I'll leave first, lest I annoy her here and irritate her..."

Aunt Lan didn't know what was going on, and she sighed when she saw that Mo Jiu was about to leave.

"I don't know what evil I did. You and the eldest girl are all trying to get mad at my lady. With her broken body, if you two make such a fuss about her, I don't think she will have a few days to live..."

Big girl?Mo Jiu stopped in his footsteps and turned around abruptly.

"Fang Jiran has been here?"

"It's not big or small. Can't my sister call?" Aunt Lan glanced at her, saw Mo Jiu smiled nonchalantly, and said, "She hasn't come here yet. Well, since you went up the mountain, when did you see her go out of her way?" Garden?"

"Then why is she mad at my mother?"

"It's Miss Ling'er who came and said that the eldest girl has failed in the past two days. She shed tears all day long and didn't need tea and food. No, the lady went there last night with a strong body, and when she came back, she sat there and sulked. .If it wasn't for the little bugs making noise, she would probably wash her face with tears, and she wouldn't have to eat and drink. Look at this, she is not angry, what is it?"

Aunt Lan has a simple personality, but Mo Jiu is not.

Fang Jiran's health was not good for a day or two, and it was not a day or two for going to Xinglong Mountain, but it was a day or two that suddenly "washed his face with tears and didn't think about food and drink".

So, what can only explain?
——Because of Xiao Dalang.

Xiao Dalang's identity is a secret to most people on Xinglong Mountain.

But for Fang Jiran, it was not difficult to know - it was difficult for Mo Wang to hide from her.

Thinking of Xiao Dalang's face, that kiss, those flirtatious jokes, and Xiao Dalang's entanglement with Fang Jiran, Mo Jiu didn't know which muscle was wrong, and felt particularly uncomfortable in his stomach, liver, spleen and kidneys.

Mostly used second-hand men from other people, is this what it feels like?
She moistened the corner of her mouth and looked at Aunt Lan, "Take good care of my mother, and let me know if there is anything."

Coming out of Zhiyuan disheveledly, Mo Jiu rarely felt hungry.

Looking at the scorching sun above her head and the green grass under her feet, she didn't know where to go. In her mind, she kept thinking about Fang Jiran and Xiao Dalang over and over again.Suddenly, she realized that she had actually been negligent, and what she should really do was to help them both.

Since one loses face and the other is seriously ill, maybe the two of them can still recover if they fight poison together?

When she considered that she really should go to make a match, her people were already standing outside Xiao Dalang's house.

Xiao Dalang lived in a single courtyard in her "Building No. [-]".

Seeing this yard, she couldn't help but sigh—she was indeed too simple.

No wonder...he said it was her face.

No wonder...Fang Jiran washed her face with tears and didn't use tea or rice.

She patted her forehead, feeling that her heart was really too big, she didn't think of this level.

In the eyes of outsiders, isn't she acting like a scumbag?

Of course, she also forgot that she is Xiao Dalang's wife who is being married by Mingmei, so what she does actually makes sense.He only put his heart on how to make their lovers get married, opened the door with big strides, and went directly into Xiao Dalang's inner room.

He was sitting on the head of the bed with his eyes slightly closed. He was wearing a light blue cloth shirt, which made him look a lot thinner, and the "depressions" on his face seemed to be soaked with water.

This spirit leader seems to be much worse than in the tomb?

At this moment, Mo Jiu was almost certain that this guy was indeed seriously ill.

"Sorry, I didn't ask." Mo Jiu stared blankly at her Shi Xi and Chuang Bei, found a chair and sat down, waved his hands, "You two go down, I will go with your shopkeeper. , I have some private things to say."

Chi Xi held a bowl in his hand, he lowered his eyes and curled his lips when he heard this, "But Master Jiu..."

"Oh, you haven't taken the medicine yet, have you?" Mo Jiu glanced at his bowl and nodded understandingly, "You should feed the medicine first."

"That's not what I meant." Chi Xi gently stirred the soup with a spoon in his hand, his watery peach eyes teased Mo Jiu from time to time, his expression looked like he was guarding against a thief, "The shopkeeper just took a bath and washed it very clean... ..."

very clean?What do you mean?
Mo Jiu looked at her in bewilderment, and then heard a joke that was so ridiculous.

"...What if Master Jiu took the opportunity to bully the shopkeeper?"

With a surge of energy and blood, Mo Jiu almost fainted.

He was actually afraid that she would "bully" that sick child?And look at the meaning, it's still the "bullying?"

Mo Jiu smiled sadly, revealing his white teeth.

"Go easy - I just have good news for him."

"But the shopkeeper is very weak..."

"..." Mo Jiu was unable to complain anymore, what was he pretending to be?
"Also, the shopkeeper is drunk."

Drunk?Sick people, still drunk?

Mo Jiu glanced at the guy on the bed, rolled his eyes upwards, and just when he couldn't help but want to use force to bloodily suppress Chi Xi, he finally heard a cough from the bed, "Get down!"

"Amitabha——" Chuangbei received the instructions and quickly took Chixi down, but he left the bowl of medicine on the table.

Moreover, he also said meaningfully, "Jiu Ye, I'm sorry to trouble you—"

What?Let her serve Xiao Dalang to take medicine?

(End of this chapter)