Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 902 The pit is 167 meters deep, the little princess (7)
She is a master who can do anything for her friends. When it comes to Peng Xin's affairs, she is more excited than her own affairs, and even the circles of her eyes are red with anxiety.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Qian hugged her waist affectionately, with his palms running along her back, and said slowly: "You know, this is a helpless thing—"

There is nothing to do, that is, a state matter.

Mo Jiu looked at him silently, without saying a word for a long time.

Even if she didn't personally participate in these things, she was as clear as a mirror in her heart.The reason why Beimeng and Nanrong did not take action against Bianjing for a long time and kept besieging and not attacking was, to put it bluntly, the problem of sharing spoils, as well as the assessment of the future situation and self-preservation.

Nanrong is afraid of Beimeng, and Beimeng is also nervous about Nanrong.

This feeling is like two thieves going to rob together in partnership. Seeing that a large number of gold and silver treasures are about to be obtained, they dare not take the final blow with each other.They are not afraid of those who guard the treasure, but they are afraid that when they do it themselves, they will suddenly be stabbed in the back by their accomplices, and they will fall into a situation where they will never recover, and their opponents will reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Throughout history, whenever countries need to maintain stability and alliances, the most commonly used method is marriage.

In their view, only by in-law relationship can they reassure each other temporarily, and marriage is definitely not something common people can do, only the royal family.

Beimeng lives in the grassland, and Nanrong is firmly established in Lin'an. The power of each can only be known after fighting.However, Wuzhang Hebei Meng suffered a disadvantage, and this time he took the initiative to present a princess as a favor, which was considered sincere to Nan Rong.

That being the case, Nanrong also had to show his generosity.

A princess cannot be betrothed to an ordinary man casually, and must be equal to her status no matter what.But among Nanrong's adult princes, only Song Ao has no princess.

Therefore, it is logical to promise Tata Min to Song Ao.

Originally, as Xiao Qian said, this is a state matter and has nothing to do with feelings at all, but when Mo Jiu heard this, he felt inexplicably panicked—for both Peng Xin and her godson.

The two looked at each other for a while, she moistened her throat, stared at Xiao Qian and asked, "Dong Ji also agreed?"

He didn't like the affectionate address she used to address Song Xi, but Xiao Qian knew that Mo Jiu's character, even though he had a little sour taste, would not make a fuss over it, so he frowned uncomfortably, and tidied up her clothes. Bowing his head, Fu pecked her lips again.

"If you don't promise it to me, you can have fun secretly."

"..." Mo Jiu was speechless: Is this person gloating?

"Song Ao is going to marry the princess sooner or later. Tatamin has a good reputation in Beimeng, so it's not an insult to him. Maybe even if he gets married, he can take it easy!"

Watching Mo Jiu's expression change, Xiao Qian was afraid that she would be thinking wildly, so he sighed and scratched her nose pamperingly.

"I know you're not fair for Ms. Peng. But this matter..." After a pause, he raised his voice, "I don't allow you to meddle!"

On some unimportant matters, as long as they don't affect the overall situation, Xiao Qian has always been used to Mo Jiu and let her make troubles.But once he got serious, what he said was on the board like a nail table, and it couldn't be changed.

But Mo Jiu was still upset because of Peng Xin.

Song Ao has countless royal daughters, but the emotional field is actually blank.She finally filled the white paper in his mind with good words for Peng Xin, and wanted him to get on the right track from now on, but now she wants to give it up, and let him wipe away any good feelings for Peng Xin. Another woman—a woman who looks amazing to write, to portray what she wants, to be her man?

This has nothing to do with her, but what should Peng Xin do?
According to Peng Xin's temperament, it is absolutely impossible to be small.

Then, wouldn't her godson have no father?Maybe, when the time comes, the two of them will have to fight for a son.Between the flesh and blood of relatives, so that they will never communicate with each other...

The more he thought about it, the more chilled he became, Mo Jiu snorted coldly, moistened the corners of his lips as if he was thirsty, rushed forward, bit Xiao Qian's mouth viciously, and did not let go until he heard a low "hiss" from his mouth Mouth, like an angry little wolf cub, staring at him, keeping staring at him, but not speaking.

Xiao Qian couldn't laugh or cry, "How did you become prosperous?"

The place that was bitten by her before has not healed yet, and it will come again.He touched his mouth, seeing that Mo Jiu had been pouting for a long time and still refused to say anything, so he lowered his body and put his arms around her shoulders.

"Okay, Ah Jiu, don't be angry, I'll cook with you, okay?"

Mo Jiu was still not feeling well, "Aren't you full? What else do you cook?" Even if she couldn't recover, she would still lose her temper.

"Not full!" Xiao Qian smiled lightly, hugging her with unfulfilled desire, "Tonight, I'll go to your tent... eat slowly!"

(End of this chapter)