Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1265 The pit is 252 meters deep, the banquet

Hooves, tick, tick.

Under the setting sun, a group of people, riding horses, meandered in a row on the flat bluestone road leading to Wan'an Palace, like a set painting, printed in the city, and contrasted with the wild geese in the sky.

The dusk of Hara and Lin is beautiful.

With a clear smile, Mo Jiu rode on horseback and walked beside Xiao Qian, glancing at him from time to time.

Against Xiao Qian's tall figure, she looked extremely petite.Therefore, the entangled emotions in those big black and white eyes are three points less evil and seven points more true.

At this time, Mo Jiu was not thinking about the banquet...

She felt that she was experiencing a very wonderful thing.

Once again, it's about to marry someone else.

Just two hours ago, Princess Ayigu agreed to Xiao Qian's request—allowed her to touch her son, oh no, allowed her son to touch her.

Although Ayigu was unwilling in his heart, very, very reluctant, and even had such an indescribable and unexplainable hatred for Mo Jiu—in the heart of this newly returned son, there is actually a woman who is more important than her .

This was enough for her to hate Mo Jiu.

But just a little bit is enough for her to agree to Xiao Qian's request.

She couldn't bear her son being sad, and she couldn't bear to look at his painful eyes——

At least, whether she had other considerations, Mo Jiu can't say - after all, Ayigu loves Suhe so much, and he is not even afraid of her "widowed" taboo, and agrees, which is shocking enough in itself up.

Judging from Xiao Qian's feedback, thanks to Na Shun.

Nashun is very good at pretending to be a ghost, and he is born with ghosts and ghosts, with strange bones.He told Ayigu that a person like Su He who has suffered from the "catastrophe of the gods" is already the most rigid and yang body, the disciple of the gods.God does not sin, so why sin?All evil spirits and ghosts are not close to others, so it is not a problem to be widowed.

oh!Mo Jiu was overwhelmed.

From now on, charlatans who deceive people and make up stories are comparable to novelists.

With Nashun's strong cooperation, the matter was [-]% completed.

The remaining [-]%—Ayigu said that he had to report it to Emperor Menghe.

Marriages of the children of the royal family have never been pure... Although Beimeng is not as good as Nanrong Han's family, which pays too much attention to "pairing", but considering each other's gains and losses is also one of them... I have to say here that the culture of the Han family It has a long history, and its spread and influence on the neighbors is very great.

From a godly opponent to a godly teammate, Nashun's change of position is currently all assists for Xiao Qian.Of course, she also knew that Na Shun had to follow Xiao Qian, even if Xiao Qian said that the moon in the sky was dark, he might have to nod his head, and he had to find ten thousand logical metaphysical explanations for him. He lied.

Mo Jiu is very satisfied to have such a good teammate.

However—think about the fate of my own family!
Ugh!
Riding on the horse, she shook her head.

"Ah Jiu sighed for the third time." The horse Xiao Qian was riding was a head taller than her, and his posture was also more handsome. Like all the guards, he was also a beginner in horseback riding.Mo Jiu found out that people like Hara and Lin are not very used to riding a car. No matter men or women, most of them ride horses. If they take a car, it is usually for the convenience of taking goods——

"What are you sighing? What are you thinking?"

Listening to his question, Mo Jiu looked at the sky, watching the twilight gradually close.

"I'm feeling emotional."

"What's the matter with emotion?"

"In my whole life, I don't seem to understand anything. I've been getting married all day long. Let me count, one, two, three—"

From the two dead ghost men before Xiao Dalang whose names she has not even figured out so far, to the current "Prince Su He", how many men have had "scandals" with her, and even had engagements and weddings with her? ?
Don't say today, even in future generations, she is also a leader in girls' high schools——

Winking at him mischievously, Mo Jiu said: "My reputation is useless. But it's okay, if it wasn't like this, how could I have the opportunity to see Wan'an Palace? Oh, Great Emperor Beimeng, I yearn for it Of--"

With the approval of Princess Ayigu, she is eligible to attend the banquet.

From this point, Mo Jiu is grateful to Xiao Qian.

After all, he understands her and knows that she is an extremely lively person who "plays gongs in ten places and is in nine places".

"Well, but—" she said again: "Even if we get married this time, it won't count as part of your promise, okay?"

In the promise, she was referring to his marrying her.

In other words, no matter what, they had to get married again?

This... the person addicted to marriage is clearly her!
Xiao Qian looked at her, just smiled.

On the swaying horse, Mo Jiu still wore a man's robe for convenience, except for the jade pendant and purse hanging around his waist, he had almost no other clothing.But today's men's robes are different from those of later generations, they are not so sexual, and such a simple style adds color to Mo Jiu.He was as clean as a young man with fine skin and tender flesh, his skin was like satin, flawless white jade, as gorgeous as cherry blossoms.Beautiful but not demonic, gorgeous but not vulgar.No more, no less, just right.

"My lord." Mo Jiu looked at the city wall of Wan'an Palace in the twilight, and suddenly thought of someone, "That Namuhan, at the banquet later, won't deliberately make things difficult for us, will he?"

What she still wanted to ask was, did he really not recognize Xiao Qian?If there is no doubt, why are you so enthusiastic about helping Xiao Qian find Lu Ji for diagnosis and treatment?She had seen Namuhan before, the old man was not a kind person at first glance, if he had no intentions, why would he show his hospitality?
Xiao Qian understood the mystery in her words.

But for a long time, he didn't answer.

When returning to the palace to tell Mo Jiu about the meeting with Ayigu, some feelings are hard to describe.

Even if it is easy to describe, it is not convenient for him to say it.

For example, in the central tent, the embarrassment on Namuhan's face, and the helplessness that has been through the vicissitudes of life——

It was not the first day he knew Namhan.But in such a long time, he has never seen Namhan so absent-minded.Even if he is trying to cover it up, it's hard to escape Xiao Qian's eyes—his loss of soul is like losing a beloved object, except for the melancholy, there is no sharpness...

Especially the eyes he looked at, without a harsh scrutiny, but kindness could be seen.

In that quiet gaze, there is also unspeakable concern.

Caring... caring like an elder.

He frowned thinking, and lowered his voice.

"Ah Jiu, did you pay attention to the news of Namuhan and Ayigu?"

Mo Jiu was taken aback for a moment.

Since entering Mobei, she seems to have never asked about Acacia Ling.It is the administrative affairs of the Mo family, if there is nothing that must be reported, or must be decided by her, it is usually handled by Mo Wang, she is almost a hands-off shopkeeper.As for all the news about Acacia Ling before coming to Yinshan, she basically only paid attention to the part related to Xiao Qian, and really didn't pay much attention to Namuhan and Ayigu. "I'll ask my brother to check it later."

"Yeah." Xiao Qian responded, his gaze was extremely unusual.

It will take a while, Wan'an Palace will arrive.

The long palace city, the majestic palace, everything looks so different from the buildings in Lin'an.But even without the exquisite shape and exquisite craftsmanship, its solemnity and solemnity as a royal palace are similar to any palace related to imperial power.Everyone walked carefully, for fear of accidentally touching the emperor's scales.

The Baiguan Banquet is held in the side hall of Wan'an Palace.

What's the name? Mo Jiu doesn't know the word.

But in terms of furnishings, I have to agree - Menghe is so frugal.

It was a huge palace, with a dome like a yurt on the top of the head, and the same tents were stretched around it. There was an open field in the middle, and desks were placed on both sides, which could accommodate many people to gather together, leaving a road in the middle. , the red carpet is laid on the top, extending all the way to the upper dragon seat in the hall.

Xiao Qian left several guards outside the hall, and only led Mo Jiu inside.When they arrived, a lot of officials had already arrived, and they sat neatly together, with similar official uniforms, no one was there, Mo Jiu couldn't tell the difference, and felt that everyone here was looking at them probingly.

Look at her, or Xiao Qian.

She followed quietly, smiling slightly.

Xiao Qian's wizard mask was put on again, and in the lights in the hall, there was a metallic icy light, which made him even more mysterious and attractive when he walked through the red carpet.

He saluted Meng He, who was the first in the hall.

"My brother kowtowed to see the sweat."

His right arm was slanted in front of his chest, his fingers touched his shoulders, he bent slightly, and he did not kneel down.

Everyone at the banquet froze for a moment.

"Haha, no courtesy." Meng He's voice was like a bell, and the laughter was deafening. Mo Jiu didn't raise his head, and his eardrums were also buzzing.Always following Xiao Qian's side, she also kept her right hand on her chest, bent over and bowed, and lowered her head respectfully.

These two are just as agreed.

Xiao Qian's actions were interpreted as arrogant and rude.

The first time I met Da Khan, I couldn't kneel down.

As for Mo Jiu...he was obviously neither humble nor overbearing.

"——" Meng He's voice came again after a while, "Who is this?"

Xiao Qian's hoarse voice was as usual, with a slight sickness.

"Mo Jiu."

The very simple two-word introduction did not cause an uproar in the hall.

From the moment Mo Jiu came in, most of them already knew it was her.

Besides Mo Jiu, which woman would be so calm in front of Emperor Beimeng?Is there any woman who can be so handsome in men's clothes, with a lot of masculine heroism, but still feminine?Can combine the best advantages of men and women to become such a dazzling existence?

Meng He Youshen's eyes fell on the top of Mo Jiu's head.

The eyes that danced slightly in the firelight seemed to contain deep meaning, and seemed to be just smiling.

"When the Mohist Juzi came out, it shocked the world like thunder. Juzi, it's been a long time."

Mo Jiu received "importance", so he raised his head and looked at Meng He.

"Thanks to Da Khan's praise, Mo Jiu dare not be—"

Before the words fell, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly.

Menghe is so different from what she imagined.

He was not as strong and sturdy as she thought, just like those grassland men, he looked like a mighty beast at first sight.On the contrary, he was slightly leaner and appeared shrewd and intelligent.He has a little beard, but it is not thick, and his eyes are piercing. Every line of sight is like the claws of a goshawk stretching out, trying to peel off the flesh and blood of a person, and grab the bone marrow.

Meng He is on top, and Mo Jiu is on the bottom.

Looking at each other like this, for just a moment, her back felt a little stiff.

There is a kind of person who doesn't show too much strength and cruelty, but can make people nervous and scared involuntarily - Menghe is this kind of person.Of course, part of the reason may be his power, and part of it is his own powerful and terrifying power.

A very sharp person.

Also very wise.

It seems that Xiao Qian's opponents are not easy.

Mo Jiu cheered up, clenched his fist slightly, not daring to take it lightly.

Fortunately, Menghe didn't make it too difficult for her, and asked a few things that he was interested in and everyone was interested in - most of them were related to the Mohism, but they didn't touch the secrets, which was very decent.Mo Jiu was a little surprised by his behavior, but he didn't show it. After saying a few hypocritical compliments, Xiao Qian took him to his seat.

The seating order of the Baiguan Banquet is that the king is at the top of the center, and the ministers are at the bottom and both sides.

There is a venue for performances in the middle, and a red carpet is pulled through, going straight under the emperor's table.The tables on both sides are for the royal family and all the officials to sit-sit, but in fact, except for the emperor, everyone has no chairs, just a blanket, and everyone sits on the floor, including the princess and the prince.

Most of the big families in Lin'an have exquisite tables and chairs.

When it came to Beimeng, even the royal family was like this...so casual, Mo Jiu never thought of it.

What was even more unexpected was that the food at this banquet would be so simple - except for a dish of roasted sheep, other kumiss, fried pancakes, etc. were not much different from what she ate at ordinary herdsmen's homes in Gacha.

This Emperor Menghe is too stingy, isn't he treating his subjects like this?

Mo Jiu observed carefully, and found that Meng He took the wine glass several times, but the number of times he poured wine was out of proportion to the number of times he drank—this is very interesting.

Is the emperor cheating?

Does he dislike tea, or does he disdain alcohol?
Everything is novel, she brought her ears and was responsible for listening, she brought her mouth and was only responsible for eating——

There are too many differences between Beimeng and Nanrong, but there is one thing in common.

In other words, maybe the emperors all over the world treat guests in the same way. First, let’s talk about how to show sympathy for the hard work of the courtiers, and then show how prosperous and powerful the country is, and how much development it will have in the future. ", playing the piano, dancing, and posing in front of all the officials...

When the banquet was over, these women also rewarded the ministers.

Of course, Mo Jiu didn't know this until later.

When she was watching maiko, she was actually pretty good.

Without serious topics, apart from the sound of singing and dancing, there was only the sound of chewing at the banquet.Occasionally toasting and smiling, everyone is kind and friendly, like a happy family in a huge yurt.For unfamiliar and unfamiliar matters, people will have a natural curiosity and freshness, and Mo Jiu is the same.Anyway, coming here to eat and drink is not the protagonist, and there is no political mission, so she only has the pleasure of looking at beauties.

Oh, the enchantress who leads the dance!
The waist of the water snake is as soft as a bone.

The little face half covered by the silk scarf is as white as porcelain.

The undulating curves on the body are as exquisite as an "S" shape...

Such a twist and a twist!Bathed in the warm firelight emanating from each brazier, it seemed that the whole body was covered with a layer of light pink veil, covering her bare neck, arms, waist, and ankles, making her look So soft and affectionate...

Watery beauty!

Even Mo Jiu was interested, let alone a man?

Many men's eyes were attracted by her.Even if these men are all "well-informed", they are important ministers of Beimeng, and their eyeballs seem to be glued to them.But this enchantress, with her smoky and misty eyes, is always looking in the direction of Xiao Qian, her soft waist, her buttocks that seem to be turned up, like some kind of motor that can automatically seduce the soul, Twist, turn, and keep firing electricity at him...

Mo Jiu's body was numb.

This is the woman Meng He wanted to reward Xiao Qian?

Otherwise, where did she have the courage to seduce men in front of the emperor?
With a groan, she took a sip of wine and aimed at Xiao Qian.

With his wisdom, he must know it well.But holding the cup in his hand, he didn't seem to notice it. The cold mask reflected a frightening light, with a beast-like texture, and he didn't know which direction he was looking at with his cold eyes.

Mo Jiu's lips curled up slightly.

No wonder he first talked to Ayigu about his relationship with her.

It seems that this product is also premeditated?

In case of being offered a marriage by Menghe, it would be ugly to refuse.

It is the best policy to strike first.

Ayigu has already agreed to the matter between him and Mo Jiu, if Meng reunites and then forces the marriage...it will be embarrassing for both of them.

It has to be said that Xiao Qian did a lot for her, but said little.

Mo Jiu was suddenly very fortunate!

Finding a man who is not easily tempted, who is not easily seduced by female sex, is indeed extremely secure.

Before her, Xiao Qian had no other women, and after her, he would never have another woman.

Although he never uttered this promise, he always used his inadvertent behavior at the right time to add enough light to their relationship in the difficult survival of the cracks, and would never let her be embarrassed when it comes to women.

If you get this one person, even if you have to be reduced to ashes for him, you have to follow the example of that moth and throw yourself into the fire...

Mo Jiu pursed her lips lightly, and lowered her head to drink the kumiss. There was a slight smile on her cheeks, with a deep softness, but when she looked up, she found a pair of eyes looking at her.

It was Princess Ayigu who was sitting at the head of the chair opposite.

Like the "mother-in-law" all over the world, the mood when seeing a daughter-in-law for the first time is complicated and sad.Except for the preconceived three points of unfriendliness, the remaining seven points... scrutinize, scrutinize, slowly, and then negate one by one.

Mo Jiu smiled slightly.

He raised his glass to her, a friendly gesture.

As for the action, it is a bit masculine and unrestrained, not like a daughter's family.

Ayigu was choked by her movement, his eyes flickered, he hummed as if there was nothing, and lowered his head to talk to others.

Mo Jiu was bored and didn't care too much. He just put down the cup leisurely, smacked his lips and tore the mutton to eat by himself. The emotion on his face didn't change because of Ayigu...

But her performance fell into Meng He's eyes little by little.

　Time flies so fast, the National Day is coming, and there is only the last day of September, and those who should have a holiday will also have a holiday... Those who can't have a holiday still can't, keep stretching, such as a certain writer, Keep going... Let's work overtime together.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)