Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1118 The pit is 206 meters deep, but the heart of the old man is changeable (3)
What's more, the Xiao family is originally a political enemy, so it can be said that they kill two birds with one stone.

... Mo Jiu stared at the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus meat.

What came to mind was Dong Ji's face for a while.

After a while, it was Xie Qingshan's pale face standing under the snow in the courtyard again.

Immediately afterwards, on the execution ground again, more than 500 heads of the Xiao family rolled down, and there was a stream formed by blood.Bright red, dripping in front of her like an earthworm...

Her fist was clenched at some point.

Voltaire said: Friendship is the union of souls. This union can be divorced. It is a tacit contract between two sensitive people.

Why is it not the case with her and Dong Ji?

It seems that after these things...the relationship can't go back?
Dong Ji is a man. He may be ruthless to his wife, but he will definitely take good care of his children. From this consideration, it is not difficult to understand what he did.

Suddenly, she remembered that day when the red sedan chair was carried into the Duke Xiao's mansion in Chuzhou.From that day on, whether she intended it or not, she has been inextricably linked with the Xiao family.And Xiao Liulang, those earnest whispers in the dark night, those kisses with lips and tongues when love is strong, those deep-seated lovesickness that cannot be relieved even with the passage of time, are all her responsibility...

She believed that Dong Ji would not forget her words either.

...Even if he overthrows half of his country, he must take revenge.

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Mr. Su Yisu, who came from Lin'an, stayed in Xinglong Mountain.

Not only that, looking at his flushed face, he seems to be addicted.Three or five days later, he never mentioned the matter of going to Yinshan to look for Song Ao. During the whole day, he either went to the fields to watch the farmers busy in the autumn harvest, broke corn, and cut millet, or went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables with a hoe, or carried a bag. With a fishing rod, wearing a straw hat and a coir raincoat, he sits by the river and fishes.

The life of the prime minister is very leisurely.

At first, the disciples of the Mohist school were on guard against him.

But a few days later, not only did the prime minister not have the arrogance of an "important court official" at all, but his cute and handsome baby's face was covered with amiable smiles. The old farmers all looked cheerful and laughing...

Slowly, everyone fell in love with him and would joke and chat with him.

There are also girls and daughter-in-laws from ten miles and eight villages who come to his side whenever they have something to do. This guy is irresponsible and does not refuse. The heart of spring is rippling, and the love of spring is flooding——

According to the incomplete statistics of the disciples of the Mohist School, in the past few days, the business of the rouge gouache shops, clothing stores, and shoe stores of the Mohist family in Xinglongshan Town has improved several times compared to usual, and the traffic of big girls and daughter-in-laws who go to consume is large. Amplitude rises.

"Juzi, is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Cao Yuan pinched the list handed over by the shopkeepers, and couldn't laugh or cry when talking about these things.

Mo Jiu glanced at him, shook his head indifferently, and leaned lazily on the chair.

"Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!"

Others don't know Su Yi's virtue, but Mo Jiu understands it very well - at least, he is not as easy to get close to and mellow as he appears on the surface.Even, in Mo Jiu's heart, he is a typical example of extremes.The heart is very lonely, but always likes to give people a kind of cheerful illusion.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu narrowed her eyes slightly, and added slowly.

"Cao Yuan went down to make arrangements, and said that I would cook in person tonight, and invite Mr. Xiang to dinner."

(End of this chapter)