Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 451 The pit is 093 meters deep and each has his own thoughts (6)
Her mind was never on him.

He straightened the neckline of the silver fox cloak, and smiled lightly, "Didn't Jiu'er hear that?"

Mo Jiu said with a serious face, "Did you hear that? It's not surprising."

He said, "I mean, you can keep calling it that."

Mo Jiu moistened his mouth, pressed his throat and said, "It's fine if I don't know your identity, but it doesn't seem too good to know."

His eyes lowered, and he said, "I agree."

Mo Jiu chuckled, "But..."

"No but." He interrupted her, with some domineering and domineering, which seemed to be an inborn habit, after he finished speaking, he seemed to notice the blunt tone, and smiled again, "The friendship between you and me will not change. I knew you by the lakeside of Xiao Mansion, I was a food friend at that time, and you are just a food friend."

Does this sentence mean to explain that when he knew her, he didn't know who she was?

Mo Jiu felt a little more at ease, let out a soft "um", and stood quietly.

Song Xi's fingers were still fiddling with the neckline. It seemed that the neckline was too tight and uncomfortable, and it seemed that the strap of the cloak was not tied properly, which made him uncomfortable. He raised his neck and fiddled a few times, then glanced over, "Jiu'er, come and help me."

Selfishly, Mo Jiu was not willing to have physical contact with Dong Ji. Of course, it wasn't that she rejected him. She didn't have much resistance to a handsome and gentle man like Dong Ji. It was just that the drunken beauty was too annoying.But on such an occasion, Dong Ji is the prince and she is the maid. If she does not agree to his request, it will be too much. It will embarrass Dong Ji and make her a different kind.

She bowed her head and said "here", then walked forward, lowered her head to untie the belt of the wind cloak for Dong Ji, and rearranged the straight neckline of his inside, her movements were careful but unskilled.

After transmigrating, she kept stretching out her clothes and opening her mouth when she was eating. She had never done such a thing, especially since he was a man. She was even more unfamiliar with men's clothes, so she seemed a little clumsy, and couldn't handle it after several times. Dongji Leaning back on the chair lazily, he tried his best to cooperate with her, and his eyes were fixed on her face that was close at hand.

She lowered her head, and he raised his head.

This posture is too close, so close that you can feel the other person's breath.

Mo Jiu didn't think there was anything wrong, and just concentrated on doing things, but Dong Ji's eyes became more and more complicated.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the square, and someone chanted, "Mr. Xiao from the Privy Council has arrived!"

Xiao Qian is not as respected as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but he is a legendary figure in Nanrong. Compared with Song Xi who is not well known to outsiders in the deep palace, his life story is well-known to everyone, and is less than 20 years old. When he was young, he led hundreds of thousands of soldiers to fight for the country, defeated the powerful Pian people, and drove the Yue people to the west, becoming a Xiyue people, with doctors all over the world, famous all over the world...and handsome and beautiful all over the world.

This Xiao Shijun was called "Judge Six". It sounds a bit scary, but he has the reputation of the most beautiful man in Nanrong.Some people who only heard the name but not the person heard the word "private envoy", they all opened their eyes, eagerly looking forward to it, wanting to feast their eyes.

The whispering in the square was gone, there was no sound, and a needle could be heard.

Tens of thousands of people looked in the same direction.

Among the crowd, Xiao Qian brought a few guards and came at a leisurely pace. His posture was calm and calm, and his appearance was dignified... His extraordinary demeanor really surprised everyone!But when he was getting closer and closer, everyone looked at his face, but secretly became suspicious.

"See Shijun Xiao!"

"Hello Mr. Xiao!"

"Xiao Shijun, this way please!"

Amid the rising and falling voices, apart from respect, there was also a strange guess in the eyes of everyone.

Mo Jiu on the high platform, caressing Dong Ji's neckline, also stared at him with wide eyes in disbelief.

Today's weather is very clear, and she can see him clearly from such a position.The same slender, tall and straight, and the same peerless elegance, but his face was so pale that there was no blood in it, as white as a piece of paper, as if he had just been brought back from the underworld, there were faint bruises at the corners of his eyes, and he was dressed in a black brocade robe. , a black cloak blown lightly by the wind, the whole body is black, low pressure, gloomy, and only one face is astonishingly white.This kind of him should not be called "Judge Six", but "Black Impermanence Six".

How did it happen?
Mo Jiu slandered in his heart, turned his gaze away, and continued to tie the cloak strap for Dong Ji.

Xiao Qian's footsteps froze at the last step of the high platform.

After a distance of ten feet, he looked at the gentle and smiling Song Xi, and his eyes fell on the maid who tied the cloak for him as if nothing. There was a gloomy light in his pair of bottomless black eyes. They piled up quickly, but were quickly hidden by him, and he slowly stepped up to the last step.

He seems to have used a lot of strength in this step.

(End of this chapter)