Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1150 The pit is 212 meters deep
When the smoke rose, Mo Jiu was already busy.

She was humming happily, rolled up her sleeves, and was kneading flour.

She had been lazy for a long time and hadn't cooked for a long time. She cooked with her own hands for a while, and she found the feeling of first love again.

"I love to cook and I'm in a good mood! I love to cook and I'm in a good mood..."

Seeing her bewildered joy since last night, Mei'er carefully lit the firewood, glanced at her from time to time, her heart was cold, she thought for a long time before she couldn't help asking.

"Girl, Ah Hua said, did you make this pimple soup specially for the shopkeeper?"

Mo Jiu's singing stopped abruptly, she lowered her head suddenly, and stared at her, "Nonsense!"

Seeing that Mei'er closed her mouth, she patted the dough in her hand and laughed arrogantly again.

"I, I want to eat it myself, so I just give him a bite by the way."

"Okay." Mei'er was silent, "But I feel that the way the girl treats the shopkeeper is different from before."

different?Have it?Mo Jiu stopped kneading the dough slightly.

Thinking about it carefully, she actually didn't feel any difference, but it seemed that she gradually accepted the existence of Xiao Changsi as a man subtly, and let him stay by her side, take advantage of her, or take advantage of her as his husband. Her identity took advantage of her...

When she thought of this, she was startled, smiled awkwardly, and explained.

"My dear, if you don't tell me, I didn't think so much. However, what you said makes sense." She continued to knead the dough, and she increased her strength, as if pinching Xiao Changsi's annoying face Yes, he gritted his teeth bitterly and said: "But this time I really want to exchange... information with him. Well, it's not considered good for him. It's even more impossible to make it specially for him."

"Oh." Mei'er bowed her head: "I convinced myself to trust the girl."

"……To shut up!"

Mo Jiu was very quick at cooking, and within a short while, the pimple soup was cooked and placed in a porcelain bowl. The aroma hit her face, and she couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva.When Meier went to call Chixi over, she brought some to Xiao Changsi. She was about to eat a little and went to Xiao Changsi to ask for the "truth", when there was a movement outside the tent.

"Morning, Left Deacon."

It was Mo Wang who came over, and a disciple was paying his respects to him.

Immediately afterwards, the curtain was lifted with a "pop", and the person who came in was indeed Mo Huang. His face was a little serious, he glanced at Mo Jiu's sleeves that had not been put down, frowned, and walked over in two or three steps, Xiao Said: "Xiao Jiu, I just received the news that Beimeng died of sweat."

Beimeng Khan... is dead?
For Beimeng, and for the whole world, this is an earth-shattering event.

After a moment of silence in her heart, she asked, "Who is the new Great Khan?"

Mo Wang shook his head, his eyes darkened slightly, "Khan passed away suddenly, without leaving any last words. I think Menghe sent people to investigate last night, and it was related to this matter..."

As far as Mo Jiu knew, apart from Menghe's father, Darza, the most competitive person in Northern Meng was the eldest son of Beimeng Great Khan, Prince Ramulal.If the eldest Khan dies, it is only natural for the eldest son to succeed to the throne.

Then, how could Menghe and his father not act?

Su He is a member of Menghe, and it seems that he is also a participant in this bloody storm...

"It's over!"

Mo Jiu suddenly gave a low cry, which startled Mo Huang.

"What's the matter, Xiaojiu?"

He thought that Mo Jiu had thought about what he promised Su He to go to Death Valley with him at the Golden Tent last night, so he accidentally stood in line, and would accidentally get involved in Beimeng's internal strife.

But Mo Jiu patted his forehead, but said angrily.

"My pimple soup! Let him eat it for nothing."

"..." Mo Wang couldn't keep up with the jumping of her thinking at all.

Mo Jiu was still angry and resentful, this time he lost a lot.I made pimple soup all morning, can't I get any news?She gritted her teeth, and stared at Mo Wang coldly, "Senior brother, do you have any inside information about that Xiao Changsi?"

In fact, Mo Jiu never gave up on the investigation of Xiao Changsi.

Because from the time he appeared in Xinglong Mountain, everything about him has been developing subversively.

Mo Jiu has always been suspicious about him, but after searching for so long, Mo Wang shook his head as usual, "Nothing. Before coming to Xinglong Mountain, there was no trace of this person. .”

No trace?

Yan Guo still leaves marks, let alone people?

Historical experience tells Mo Jiu that the more blank a person is, the more complicated he is.She smoothed her hair, put down her sleeves slowly, and patted Mo Wang's arm, "Let's go, let's eat pimple soup. We'll settle the score with him later!"

Pimple soup is served...

Mo Jiu felt distressed after eating, and Mo Wang also ate a whole bowl.

But I didn't expect that the matter was far from over, and there was still something exciting to come.

Just when Mo Jiu was about to let Meier serve the second bowl, there was a sudden burst of screaming in the field outside the tent. The herdsmen were shouting something in the local dialect. Can't understand a word, but can feel the danger.

She stood up abruptly and opened the tent door.

"What happened?"

"Juzi." Cao Yuan hurried over, "There are bandits attacking the village!"

Bandits?The Beimeng Khan died over there, so the bandits here are more courageous?

(End of this chapter)