Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1181 The pit is 219 meters deep, it’s not good, it’s smoking (2)
Mo Jiu glared at him sideways, rolled his eyes upwards, then ignored him lazily, turned his head around, and looked at the lunatic who was still kneeling on the ground with a smile.

"Hello, this, this... Young Master."

He has a long beard, but Mo Jiu can't tell his age at all.

The reason why he is called "Young Master" is entirely speculative.

The lunatic shook his shoulders, watched her approach nervously, murmured and shook his head.

"Forgive your life! Forgive your life!"

His weak voice made people feel sympathetic.

But it can also be deduced from this that he has been frightened.

Mo Jiu smiled slightly, and squatted down to help him up, "Don't be afraid, son, I'm not a bad person. I just want to know about you. How long have you been stuck here? Who trapped you here? Why did you put Give him this brochure?"

The lunatic looked at her half-understanding and shook his head.

"I don't want to die...I don't want to die..."

"Trust me, I won't hurt you."

Although Mo Jiu softened his voice, he was still disappointed.

The heroine's halo and golden fingers only exist in novels, and the reality is too cruel.No matter how she asked, the lunatic shook his head besides shaking his head... Oh no, he even lowered his eyes and pointed at his fingers.

"I want...forgive me...I won't die, I won't die..."

I don't want to die, I'm afraid, I keep begging for mercy...

Mo Jiu observed the confusion in the lunatic's eyes, and Mo Jiu stood up suddenly, "Old Xiao, do you think you may have guessed wrong? That person is not treating him, but under the guise of treating him, no Stop giving him medicine... the purpose is to keep his mind confused?"

Xiao Changsi was slightly taken aback, his lips pursed tightly.

After a moment of silence, he asked back, "Then what about this booklet?"

With a cough, Mo Jiu gave him a flirtatious look, and had no choice but to show off his knowledge.

"The "Secret Play at Spring Night" was created by Zhou Fang, a painter of the Tang Dynasty. It depicts the Emperor Tang and Concubine Yang... rich and colorful secrets in the boudoir, but the original work has long been lost... I don’t know if this is a fake. "

As a woman, she spoke frankly about her boudoir secrets without feeling shy.After finishing speaking, as if to test the authenticity, he took the booklet from Wan Yanxiu's hand quite naturally, flipped a page, and turned a page, reading it with great interest, completely unable to see the surprised eyes of Ji Xi and others , talking eloquently.

"The silk is thick and thick, with a single shuttle, the paper is light and uniform, thin and not cracked, it is true. The noble concubine in the painting has weak bones and strong muscles, with a graceful and seductive posture, a gentle face like jade, and a shy appearance like a fairy." , Before leaving, I looked up to him with affection, and his uneasy heart was vividly written on the paper... I personally think that it is an authentic work."

Everyone: "..."

Needless to say in such detail.

"Hey!" Mo Jiu closed the booklet, handed it back to Wan Yanxiu, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You look at me? Am I wrong?"

Everyone: "..."

These people are so old fashioned!Mo Jiu looked at the ceiling and corrected their feudal thinking, "Your thinking, this is called professionalism, do you understand professionalism? There are archaeological experts to explain your doubts for you, so you can have fun secretly, and dare to use such dissatisfaction. Look at me kindly..." At this point, she paused as if she suddenly thought of something, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"There is."

"What?" They thought she had thought of a way to get out.

"I suddenly thought of something."

"What's the matter?"

"Let's go and look at the books above, maybe there will be some famous antique paintings... That's worth a lot of money!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)