Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 991 The pit is 184 meters deep and the three-turn imperial edict has arrived (1)
That night, God seemed to be infected with their sorrow of parting, and it snowed like crazy.

The feather-like snowflakes were accompanied by the howling cold wind, and the flags in the camp were fluttering and fluttering. The soldiers on duty at night kept stomping and breathing, but they couldn't drive away the severe cold.And the people in the tent, listening to the north wind howling and howling outside the tent, each had their own thoughts and expectations, and they didn't sleep well.

At dawn, Baixue covered the camp with a layer of silver.

Mo Jiu stretched herself, prepared breakfast herself, and bid farewell to Peng Xin and Mo Wang.

She has never taken the trouble to make food for the people she values, and she is not afraid of getting up early and getting cold.

It was almost noon when the big guys ate happily.

The heavy snow didn't stop, and Mo Jiu walked to the gate of the camp. Looking at the vast expanse of whiteness on the far water and near the shore, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Peng Xin who was about to board the carriage.

"When you arrive at Xinglong Mountain, remember to kiss my godson for me."

Peng Xin paused slightly, turned around, there was still no smile in his eyes, and every word seemed dignified.

"Mo Jiu, you have to take care."

"Okay, okay!" Mo Jiu smiled, rubbed his hands and walked over, adjusted the snow cap for her, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, what can I do with Xiao Liulang here? The capital is now Nanrong's world, and no one can do anything to me. Huh?" After she finished speaking, she paused, looked at Peng Xin with burning eyes, and said solemnly, "It's you, remember my explanation, Just take care of yourself! Men's affairs are handled by men themselves. If we can't afford to worry about it, don't worry about it."

Peng Xin understood what she meant, nodded slowly, "OK."

"Go!" Mo Jiu patted her on the shoulder, lifted the curtain of the carriage for her with his own hands, and slowly turned his head when he saw Peng Xin slipping in.

Mo Wang stood quietly under the wind and snow, with a pair of black and deep eyes, and a smile like a warm sun, "It's cold outside, Jiu'er, go back quickly."

"Okay..." Standing opposite him, Mo Jiu wasn't as relaxed as she was with Peng Xin, and actually didn't know what to say for a long time, just looked at him and laughed.

The cold wind blew between the two of them, brushing her hair and his robe, making the smile at each other before parting look extraordinarily precious.

Almost instantly, Mo Jiu thought of this man who silently followed her for more than a year, no matter what happened to her, good or bad, he would always come immediately to deal with her related issues bit by bit.

No one owes anyone, no one should treat anyone well.Mo Jiu believes in this, so she cherishes everyone who treats her well.

"Senior brother!" She called the most intimate title, and smiled slightly, "I will leave the Mo family's affairs to you."

"I should, who told me to be the left deacon of the Mo family?" The corners of Mo Zhuang's lips curved, as if those unpleasant past problems with Mo Jiu had never existed, he stared at Mo Jiu quietly, with thick eyelashes After blinking a few times, his eyes became warmer, and his smile almost melted the snow that filled the sky.

"Jiu'er, after I leave, you should take care of yourself. I will deal with Xinglong Mountain soon, and I will rush to Bianjing to meet you."

Mo Jiu hummed, and smiled heartlessly.

These days, Mo Wang has been handling the affairs of the Mo family very well, and most of the time she doesn't need Mo Jiu at all, so she would rather keep hiding behind the scenes and be a mysterious and transparent person.Looking at each other, she wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, there was nothing else she could tell Mo Wang, she couldn't help lowering her voice, approaching Mo Wang and said: "When you come, remember to bring my favorite flower carvings with you, and something else. The dipping sauce made by Ji, this winter in Bianjing City, you have to rely on it to eat mutton pot, and it is indispensable—"

(End of this chapter)