Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 950 The 176-meter-deep Rokuro lost his composure (2)
Having said that, Xue Fang couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sister Mo is also tricky, and she really has a knack for rectifying people. The envoy didn't see that when he got the woman's dress and rouge, the little prince's face turned green with anger. Thinking about his majestic prince, when did he suffer from such a class?" How can you condescend to pretend to be a girl, and lose the dignity of the royal family?"

Xiao Qian listened silently, his eyes were floating and his thoughts were far away.

Mo Jiu didn't make a fuss and left, which was good news for him.

It doesn't matter if it's "From now on, search for the tomb to get rid of Gu, burn incense and enjoy the snow, between you and me, there will be a friendship with the same goal, and there will be no romantic feelings", and it doesn't matter if she divorces him, as long as she is still there By his side, there is still a chance of redemption.

He thought: wait for her to calm down first, and then he can communicate with her properly.At this moment, she was so angry that she even wrote the "divorce letter". Based on his understanding of her, she was a stubborn person, and talking too much without meaning would only increase her irritability.

"My lord, the application time has passed, do you want something to eat?"

Xue Fang judged the situation, looked at his tightly pursed lips, and reminded him carefully.But Xiao Qian glanced at him lightly, but shook his head.

It's not that he doesn't want to eat, he just can't eat, and he's not in the mood to eat.

Think about it, the habits he has developed over the years seem to have been broken by Mo Jiu.And he never thought before that one day, because of a woman, he would not think about food and drink, and his mood would be restless.

Lowering his head and lowering his eyes, he slowly picked up the book, tilted his body, and looked at the short paragraph of teeny words on the page in the light of the fire.

"From then on, the long skirt will be a smile, and I will make soup for you to wash your hands. I hope you will have the same heart, so that you can teach the piano to match the mandarin duck."

These two lines were written by Mo Jiu.

The first two sentences come from the allusions between Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru. It is said that they came from Zhuo Wenjun's mouth, and they were said when she and Sima Xiangru were in love.Unfortunately, there is no full poem.Mo Jiu added these two sentences to it, which should have been written impromptu when he hid here to read books in those years.

She didn't tell him, but these words must represent her feelings and her expectations for him... Xiao Qian looked at the strokes and strokes, thinking of Mo Jiu when he wrote it, his ears dropped With hair in the hair, a smile on the corner of his lips, and the mood of guessing when he will see it, his heart is empty, like duckweed floating on the water, with no roots to rely on.

"My lord..."

Seeing him in a daze, Xue Fang didn't notice that his sleeves were hanging over the fire, so he coughed and hurriedly scooped it up for him.With a casual glance, he saw the words on the book.

"This was written by Sister Mo? Hehe, this is really well written, better than many young ladies..."

This guy had nothing to say, but Xiao Qian gave him a cold look.

"Put the book away and don't allow anyone to flip through it."

Xiao Qian stroked the paper cherishingly, and carefully handed it to Xue Fang.It seems that he is afraid that this hidden little world will be peeped by others, and he seems unwilling to share the private friendship between him and Mo Jiu with anyone.

After Xue Fang put the book away, he put his elbows on the table, rubbed his temples lightly, and thought over and over the words in Mo Jiuxiu's book and these four heart-warming words.My heart feels warm and warm for a while, and cools down again for a while...

It turned out that no matter what, she was always in his heart.

Laugh for a while, complain for a while, make trouble for a while, and sigh for a while.

And he may try to let go of the world, but he will never be able to let go of her.

After being silent for a long time, under Xue Fang's scrutiny, he seemed to have suddenly realized something. He got up abruptly, picked up the silver-lined cloak on the chair, walked out of the big tent against the wind and snow, stepped on the green horse, ran out of the camp.

(End of this chapter)