Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 877
After eight months of development, there are many Mohist disciples that she can send, and there are thousands of people in Xinglong Mountain alone.She asked Mo Wang to select some elites, packed arrows, crossbows and firearms, and put them on the carriage.

When everything is ready, it will be dark soon.

Xue Fang kept moaning and sighing, looking at the sky from time to time.

"Sister Mo, it's getting dark, why don't we leave tomorrow morning?"

"Are you still thinking about Wangcai's kennel?" Mo Jiu glared at him, beckoned Qiao Zhanping to come over, and said casually: "You don't understand! It's not dark, Master Jiu will not leave. Isn't it just to take advantage of the dark and windy weather?" Good on the road."

Say "on the road" again...

Xue Fang pouted, seeing that she seemed to have something to explain to Qiao Zhanping, so he turned around and took Wangcai to play snowball.One person and one dog were chasing each other in the wind and snow, so happy, Mei'er couldn't stop laughing when she saw it.

Mo Jiu glanced at them, and said to Qiao Zhanping: "After I leave, I will leave the matter of Qianlian Cave and the sub-helm to Qiao Gong."

This time Mo Wang is going to follow him to Bianjing, and among the people who stay behind, the highest position is the Right Deacon Shang Ya.

However, although Shang Ya is a woman in her late thirties, she has become a little girl in love after the Gen Tomb incident, and still holds the position of the right deacon, but inside and out, she is only Qiao Zhanping. Follow the lead.Instead of explaining to Shang Ya, it is better to directly explain to Qiao Zhanping, and it can also leave a good reputation of "employing people without doubt, doubting people without using them".

She never let go of her guard against Qiao Zhanping.

However, even though she didn't know who Qiao Zhanping belonged to, she never found any hostility in his eyes.At least she can be sure that this man will not harm her for the time being.

What's more, the release of these weapons in Qianlian Cave is indeed inseparable from Qiao Zhanping's contribution.Like Mo Wang, he is Mo Jiu's powerful helper. Such a talent is not useless, but since he wants to use it, he must believe it.

Qiao Zhanping didn't say much, after listening to her explanation, he was slightly surprised, then clasped his fists and said "yes", and silently accepted.

"Juzi, be careful on the road."

"I will." Mo Jiu nodded, thought for a while and said, "Speak to Shang Ya, please take care of my sister's body, and if there is anything wrong, send someone to take care of me in time."

"Okay." Qiao Zhanping nodded again.

After Fang Jiran was brought to Xinglong Mountain by Mo Wang, she has been ill in bed. For eight months, she hardly ever left her room. Judging by her current condition, it seems to be worse than when she was in Lin'an Mansion.

It's a pity that Xiao Liulang was on the battlefield and couldn't treat her, so he could only drag on like this.Fortunately, the course of this disease was extremely long, and it didn't get better, and it didn't get worse for a while.

These days, Mo Jiu rarely went to see Fang Jiran.For nothing else, I was afraid that seeing her "syndrome of loss of beauty" would be associated with me, which would affect my mood.

She is an optimistic person.I would rather believe that Xiao Liulang's "drunk beauty" can prevent "lost face", and I would not believe that one day, like Zhiniang and Fang Jiran, I will fall into this nightmare-like horrible disease that cannot be cured.

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Under the sky, the wind and snow did not affect everyone's itinerary.

Mo Jiu bid farewell to everyone cautiously, and with Meier's support, stepped into the carriage, and the team slowly descended Xinglong Mountain in the wind and snow.

This night, the mountain wind was very strong, and it was as cold as a roaring beast. It stretched out its claws that seemed to be soaked in salt water, and scraped on the face of the person, causing pain like a bone-piercing pain.

"This evil wind is really unlucky!" The escorting Mohist disciples all wore thick snow caps on their heads, but they still couldn't take it anymore and cursed their mothers in a low voice when waves of wind and snow hit them.

(End of this chapter)