Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

In the middle of the night, the sound of wind and drizzle slapped against the window mullions.

Sheng Jiayan did not return directly to the palace, but lived in Jianzhang Palace beside Yangxin Hall. Jianzhang Palace was usually the place where the old emperor used to deal with the revising of government affairs. Now that the old emperor has died, Fuquan, the first **** beside him, temporarily followed Sheng Jiayan.

Fu Quan led a minister dressed in a crane into the room, then quietly closed the door.

"Old Zhang Ge." Sheng Jiayan got up from behind the case and personally helped him up.

This gray-haired old man was one of the three ministers of the humerus, and was named Zhang Wenbo. He was clean and honest all his life, and he spoke upright many times, so he was once given a board by the old emperor. In addition to his profound knowledge, he also has an extraordinary ability-fortune telling.

As for all the hexagrams he occupies, all are clear.

"Your Majesty—" Zhang Wenbo's regular salute is different from the others. He should have called Sheng Jiayan the prince, but he called him His Majesty in advance. It can be seen that the emperor star has fallen and the emperor has collapsed.

"Please sit down," Sheng Jiayan waited for him to sit down, and then returned to the case himself: "Zhang Ge Lao Ke still remembers a character I gave you a few years ago. After you read it, it should be a person who died early, but she did Live to the present."

Zhang Wenbo raised a pair of clear eyes: "Naturally remember, you have continued her life to this day, it is already the limit." He pinched a few fingers: "That girl can't survive this year's winter."

Sheng Jiayan's eyes sank, his fingertips tapped on the desk case for a moment, seeming to be thinking. After a while he asked, "What did you think about my last life-threatening thing?"

Zhang Wenbo stood up and said cautiously: "The veteran implored the emperor to think twice! Forcibly changing his life is a life-threatening, and life-changing life is contrary. The emperor has just entered the throne. Your dragon spirit has many effects on the national games. Please be cautious. "

"But she can't die, what should I do?" Sheng Jiayan said lightly, Zhang Wenbo felt that he could not help but hear the request.

The two stalemate for a while, and finally Zhang Wenbo sighed heavily: "In a few days, you will usher in the catastrophe you hit. After a smooth ride, you will be the emperor of the Qingqing, if you can't... you will be The Emperor with the shortest life span in the history of the Jin Kingdom. If you can survive smoothly, the old minister will change the girl’s life for the Emperor."

Sheng Jiayan nodded, he knew this was Zhang Wenbo's greatest compromise. He raised his head and brought a bit of ridicule: "Can Zhang Ge still hold that day."

Zhang Wenbo glared and blew his white beard: "The life of the old minister is still three months and six days. It's okay to watch the emperor and the girl go to the king's report one after another."

Sheng Jiayan's lips were drawn in an arc, seeming to be laughing.

After another chat, Sheng Jiayan sent someone to send him back. Before leaving, the nearly seventy-year-old Zhang Ge coughed very badly. His coughing waist was bent. Someone was going to help him. It was okay to just wave his hand. Sheng Jiayan watched his thin figure walk into the slanting wind and rain, and only felt that mortal life was too fragile.

He remembered his Mengqiu...

After Zhang Wenbo left, Mo Chunfeng walked in and reported the movement in Chao Tang, and said: "Fang Gongzi has already left for Yangzhou after receiving the news. About two days later, Mo Mo can go to Emu."

"Okay," Sheng Jiayan bowed his head and did not look up in the accumulation of mountains and mountains: "Did Nie Xin go with him?"

"The letter in your letter specifically states that you must have gone with it. But prince, I don't quite understand. Is it true that Wei Zixi is worth guarding against?"

Sheng Jiayan drew a Zhu criticism on the fold in his hand: "He is not worth it, but the security of Hagi is worth our caution."

Mo Chunfeng nodded intentionally and retreated.

Waiting to finish all the tasks in hand, it is already midnight. Sheng Jiayan was the only one who had not yet slept in the palace.

He walked outside the hall, and the guards outside the door saluted him. The expression on Sheng Jiayan's face was indifferent but he looked reliable. Under the shaking of the rain and the shaking of the palace lights, his back was tall and straight, like an indestructible rock, silently overlooking everything in this palace.

...

Meng Eqi was awakened in her sleep. She turned upside down in confusion and looked at the quilt that fell on the ground. The strange furnishings around her reminded her that she was living in Biyun Temple. The bed next to the bed was plain and even breathing, and she quietly went to pick up the quilt and lay down again.

Somehow, she suddenly missed Sheng Jiayan at this moment.

If he is here, is it not at this time that he has finished the government affairs, then come to the room to take a look at himself. When he found that his quilt was kicked to the ground, he came over to pick it up and cover it again.

In short, she had nothing to worry about when Sheng Jiayan was there.

She sat up again, closed the door in a thin coat, and held the railing to look at the night.

"There are no stars tonight..." She turned her head up and she shuddered as the night wind blew, she could not help wrapping her coat tightly.

I don't know if Sheng Jiayan is looking at the night sky like her.

She was sighing sadly in her heart, and suddenly she put a hand on her shoulder, and she almost screamed.

"Yes, shh, it's me." Xiang Dingchen covered her mouth and shouted heavily.

Meng Wanqi took his hand away: "Ding Chen, what do you do here when you don't sleep at night?"

Fang Cai was really scared to death. When I saw such a behemoth standing behind him, I thought it was an old bear blind in the mountains.

Xiang Dingchen pointed innocently to the thin blanket on the ground: "I was sitting here just now, but you didn't see and stepped on my hand."

"..." Meng Yuqi glanced at his finger. It seemed to be a little red. Xu was just thinking about Sheng Jiayan for a moment, and she quickly changed the subject: "How do you sleep here?"

"I promised the prince to guarantee your safety, and this bamboo building is some distance away from Biyun Temple, and you can't carelessly in the deep mountains."

The bamboo building of Xiang Dingchen was the place where Meng Eqi stayed. They originally wanted to live in Biyun Temple, but they wanted to live in the inconvenience of being pregnant. Meng Eqi then let the abbot take Biyun Temple back. The distant bamboo house was cleaned up. As the name implies, the bamboo floor is surrounded by green bamboos. The building has two floors, and some debris is placed on the first floor. The second floor is now occupied by Meng Eqi.

Meng Wanqi patted Dingchen's shoulder: "Don't be nervous, go back to sleep. If you and I really have thieves, don't dare to come in. You listen to Lin's snoring. It's thundering above."

He listened to Dingchen for a while and nodded deeply. Then he continued to stubbornly return to the place where he was sitting, and put a thin blanket on his body: "It's okay, you go to sleep, I am used to sleeping and sleeping, and it is no problem to rest here."

Knowing that Xiang Dingchen was a dead-headed person, Meng Wanqi felt that he would be very stubborn, and he shook his head and sighed helplessly, taking off his coat from him and putting it on him: "If you feel cold, hurry back to the room, I'm fine of."

Seeing Dingchen nodded dumbly, she went back to the room to sleep.

This sleep was a little deep, until three shots the next day.

Meng Hao was awakened by a thunder.

She sat up from the bed, Suhe just brought a plate of tofu assorted vegetables from the outside. Seeing Meng Wanqi woke up and said with a smile: "It's really the time to wake up, is it smelling the smell of rice? Go and wash and wash, I have called Uncle Lin and Auntie them, you also go to see where Ding Chen is, shout Dinner."

Meng Haoqi murmured down from the bed and said, "Dingchen is not outside, probably in the room, and I will call him later."

Suhe put the dishes on the table: "No, I have been there just now, and he is not there. I thought you knew where he went."

"He's not here?" Meng Haoqi felt a little surprised after hearing it. Since Sheng Jiayan left, Dingchen shouldered a heavy responsibility, and could walk in step with her. On a cold autumn night like that last night, the dew was cold and he was sitting outside and sleeping, just to keep her safe.

In the morning, people disappeared, but this didn't work.

Meng Haoqi went out and saw that the thin blanket was still on the ground, but the coat she wore to Dingchen was gone. Meng Eqiu turned to Dingchen's room again. There was no one in the room and the bedding was cold.

Where will he go...

When it was time to eat, Meng Eqi still thought about this matter with a heavy heart.

Mrs. Lin met with consolation and said: "Whoever practices martial arts from his brother, where might he go to practice?"

Lin Jingxing hurriedly begged Meng Yiqi: "If your sister is not at ease, I'll ask my sister to go back to the temple to ask later, maybe they have seen my brother."

Suhe put a chopsticks and green vegetables for Mengqiuqiu: "Don't worry, it's okay to have a big martial art with Brother Wuyi."

Meng 萋 nodded, a little nervous in his heart.

In the evening, Xiang Dingchen still did not return.

This is too wrong, with Xiang Dingchen's personality, it is absolutely impossible to leave Meng Eqi at such a moment for so long. After dinner in the afternoon, she and Lin Jingxing went to Biyun Temple to ask the monk in the temple, but no one had seen Xiang Dingchen.

That is, Xiang Dingchen did not go down the mountain, otherwise it will definitely pass through Biyun Temple, how can it not be seen by the monk?

The thunder hits badly. At first it was still drizzling, but now the outside is already pouring down.

Meng Eqiu put on his clothes and decided to go up the mountain to see for himself. Suhe wanted to follow, but she was pregnant, and Meng Yingqi refused to let her follow.

"We'll accompany you." Lin shopkeeper proposed: "He usually takes care of us with his brother. If he gets lost in the mountains, we can't just sit idly by."

Mrs. Lin nodded: "Don't worry, you may be lost somewhere on the mountain. Let's go up with the lantern, a few people are better than anything together."

Meng Yuqi thanked her, so the four of them carried the lantern up the mountain together.

The road on the mountain was too muddy. After walking for a long time, a flat ground suddenly appeared in front of me, and at the end of the flat ground was a cliff.

"Brother Xiang won't come here." Lin Jingxing shouted with his cloak blown by the strong wind.

The lightning above his head became brighter and brighter. Through this lightning, Meng Eqi saw several deep marks on the ground near the cliff.

She quickly walked over and knelt on the ground to touch these traces.

This is the mark caused by the meteor hammer Xiang Dingchen has always used...

It seems that he has dealt with people here. Meng Haoqi pressed against her bad hunch and shook her head to look under the cliff. The Lin family of three was afraid that she would fall. Mrs. Lin grabbed her belt. Lin Gaoshan grabbed Mrs. Lin's belt. Lin Jingxing hugged his father.

Meng Eqi suddenly felt a cold sweat, and the dark deep under the cliff was bottomless, but a protruding tree on the cliff wall hung the coat she draped on Xiang Dingchen last night!

Meng Haoqi clenched his fists tightly, and tears burst out of nowhere.

"Dingchen!"