Quickly wear the white moonlight: Your Majesty, hold on

Chapter 110 This Emperor Is Slightly Infatuated ([-])
Among the memories Mo Xiaojiu accepted, Mu Qingxue's last memory was packing up her luggage, then falling asleep after being a little sleepy, and when she opened her eyes, it was her.

Sensing her doubts, the system said: "There is no need to doubt, no matter which world you are in, you will return to the body of the dead."

She did have doubts, and when she heard the words, she responded lightly: "I'm just thinking about how she died."

"Mu Qingxue is not a sleepy person. She just woke up early in the morning, washed up, and put away her luggage. How could she fall asleep again at this time?" The system thought for a while, "She must have been poisoned."

"It's not impossible..."

"Senior sister, what are you thinking? Senior sister, senior sister!"

Meng Cai's sweet voice sounded, and Mo Xiaojiu came back to his senses, facing her pursed mouth, his eyebrows and eyes twitched slightly, and he said indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Meng Cai wrinkled her nose: "I was asking senior sister if you want to come to my house to play after you return to the imperial city, but you ignore me, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

"My father is seriously ill. I'm going back this time to visit him. I'm afraid I don't have time to have fun with you." Mo Xiaojiu paused when he saw her pale face instantly, "If I'm free, I'll find time to visit you That's right."

Meng Cai then grinned: "Then it's settled! Senior sister, you can just come to the Taifu Mansion to find me when the time comes."

"Okay." Mo Xiaojiu replied lightly, and closed his eyes.

Knowing that she didn't want to talk anymore, Meng Cai didn't bother her, but leaned against the car wall and played with her hair boredly.

The carriage drove unhurriedly.

Although Mo Xiaojiu closed his eyes, he had no intention of sleeping. Instead, he recalled Nangong Ling in the previous world and the obvious hints of the system in the space.

She deeply felt that if she had a bigger brain, she could come up with many, many conspiracy theories.

Wanyin Valley is ten days' journey away from the imperial city, Mo Xiaojiu and Meng Cai only brought a coachman, the two of them quieted down, only the sound of trampling horseshoes was heard for a while.

It was almost noon, the sun was scorching, Meng Cai was so hot that he was restless, but Mo Xiaojiu didn't feel it at all.The internal strength she cultivated is negative, and she wears a jade pendant that is warm in winter and cool in summer, but she doesn't feel how hot it is.

"Miss, there is a teahouse in front, do you want to go down and rest for a while?"

The driver slowed down and asked.

Meng Cai immediately opened the car curtain: "Yes! Yes!"

Meng Cai got out of the car, Mo Xiaojiu naturally had no reason not to get out, and the two walked into the teahouse together.

The coachman stopped the carriage before going to another table and sitting down.

The owner of the teahouse is already standing by.

Meng Cai wiped off his sweat: "Boss, come make a pot of tea!"

"What kind of tea do you two want?" the boss asked with a smile.

Meng Cai tilted her head: "Here you have the best tea, and give him a pot too." She pointed to the coachman on the table next to her.

"Okay~"

The boss went to make tea.

This teahouse is located in a remote place, and there are currently only three of them as guests.

Meng Cai rested her hands on the table and supported her head: "Senior sister, why do you think the boss opened a teahouse here? There should not be many people in a day, right?"

Ms. Mo looked around. It was either a forest or a mountain, and there was indeed little traffic.She pondered for a moment: "Perhaps it is specially opened for people on the road."

"Then this boss is really a good person." Meng Cai praised after hearing the words.

They didn't lower their voices when they spoke, and the teahouse is so big, the boss laughed when he heard this: "You two are joking."

At this moment, a carriage came slowly and stopped in front of the teahouse.

The driver was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with ordinary appearance, but his black eyes were as bright as stars. He jumped off the carriage and walked directly to the teahouse. His voice was hoarse but faintly crisp. It doesn't have a flavor.

"Boss, can I borrow the hot water from your teahouse?"

(End of this chapter)