Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

In Meng's house, Mrs. Meng cuddles Meng Eqi's sweethearted baby who is still in a coma, "If we Emei can't get better, you can let me go together! I'm such a charming granddaughter , Can't have an accident!"

As soon as she said this, the faces of the young ladies standing next to them all looked a little unsightly.

As the old lady was sad, and Meng's identity was indeed noble, they had to suppress the unpleasant feelings in their hearts. The older elder sister, headed by him, came forward to persuade: "Grandma, you can take care of yourself. Yu You are most dependent on you. If she wakes up and finds that you are also ill, you should be in a hurry."

Mrs. Meng wiped her tears and said coldly: "Is it possible to arrange a place to live in the Sheng family who came back together with Yingqi?"

Grandma nodded and said, "It has been arranged. The emperor told us in advance that our three sisters must bring back Grandson Sheng, and the emperor has no choice but to send them both back. The slave-servant is trying to ask what you mean, this grand Will the son be raised in the government like this in the future? As soon as my elder sister grows up, it's not always a way to keep him like this."

Mrs. Meng was about to answer, but Meng Eqi in her arms woke up with a whisper.

In fact, Meng Yuqi woke up as early as he was sent back to his house by the emperor. As she expected, under the circumstances of her death, her emperor's uncle really fulfilled her intentions and let Sheng Jiayan follow her back to the house.

In the future, whether Sheng Jiayan is alive or dead, all have to look at Meng Eqi's face.

Meng Eqi, who wished to achieve it, also had the joy of turning over the serfs to sing. In the past, he always followed Sheng Jiayan's arrangements and commands in the prefecture. He didn't expect that he could bully him one day, and it was beautiful.

The most important thing is that in Mengfu, she is a king. With her asylum, she would be embarrassed if no one wants to come.

It's just that his collision today was entirely for him. The grandmother who was extremely protective of the calf should not give Sheng Jiayan a good look. Meng Wanqi feared that his grandmother had sent him casually at this time, and quickly pretended to wake up.

"Grandmother..." she shouted softly.

Looking at the usual lively granddaughter and granddaughter lying on the couch weakly at the moment, Mrs. Meng could not stop crying. She is also a person in her late seventies, wearing an old sandal-colored silk silk long satin with embroidered forehead and a neat and meticulous hair comb. Although his hair is gray, but the person looks spirited. At this moment she was dyed with rare fatigue in her eyebrows, and looked at Meng Eqi's red and swollen forehead with heartache.

Listening to Meng Eqi awakened and called her, she quickly blew. Turned around and took the twisted hot veil to wipe her face in person, and asked her if her forehead was still painful, whether to drink water or not.

Meng 萋 slowly shook his head and asked in a dumb voice: "Sheng Jia... What about the son of the Sheng family?"

After listening to it, Mrs. Meng's eyes were red again: "Yes, you have been keeping me under your knees since the death of your father and mother. My grandmother used to spoil you, but what she wants, but her grandmother is old , Energy, and often can't see you. You are making such a noise in the palace now, or for the sake of a descendant of a chaotic thief, your chaotic sons are known to the servants, because the grandmother did not teach you well, You can now tell your grandmother why you are so determined to bring him back?"

Looking at the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes of Ms. Meng and the tiredness of her face, Meng Eqin felt a little guilty in her heart, and she said: "Grandma, this matter is wrong with me. But I also want to save Sheng... If he was allowed to go back with Bei Yan's people, his embarrassing identity would not be able to be tortured to death. In any case, I also played with him for a few days, how can I watch him be Bei Yan People take away?"

At the end of her words, Mrs. Meng was no longer able to keep her face deliberately, and laughed a few times: "You girl is also strange. When he was living in the house, you bullied him a lot. At that time, you Bullying others for non-conversation, how many bad things are done secretly, do you think your grandmother did not know?"

It's okay if she doesn't mention this matter, and the intestines she regrets when she mentions Meng Eqi are green.

Sheng Jiayan's father was an old friend of his father. When his father was still alive, General Sheng Sheng took Sheng Jiayan to Beijing to live in their house for a few days. At that time, Meng Yuqi thought that he was not Sheng Jiayan and tricked him many times. Sheng Jiayan, who was a partial student, was already five years old, but he couldn't even talk. It could be a child who opened his mind late.

Who can think of this seven-year scene, he will grow back to that handsome look! ? Not to mention the fact that Sheng Jiayan answered the questions in the hall before, unlike the fat man who couldn't even talk. And thinking of his eyes, Meng Eqi only felt that Sheng Jiayan in this life was very cloudy.

She didn't expect her life to be so smooth, but Sheng Jiayan's life was so miserable that the elders arranged.

First the door was destroyed, and the father and enemy were called back to the capital to humiliate his integrity in the presence of the people and envoys of other countries. Now he has become a guest under the eaves of the Meng House.

In such a wandering life, Meng Haqi hated Sheng Jiayan's hatred for the elders.

Mrs. Meng reached out and hugged her baby granddaughter in her arms, and said with a smile: "Forget it, since we like it, we will keep him. Although he is the orphan of the traitor, but since your uncle is nothing, not to mention his father. Your father's old friend, we have the right to treat him as a good deed and raise him first. As long as my 萋萋 is happy, my grandmother will protect him for you."

Meng Haoqi was unsuccessful, and immediately got into the arms of Mrs. Meng Meng. Unexpectedly, the impulse was too great, not only nearly knocking down the old lady, but also hurting his injured forehead again. Everyone hurried and clamored again, shouting'Laotaijun' for a while, and'Sister Three' for a while. This has been tossing for a long while. More than a dozen talents in the house dispersed as Mrs. Meng left.

Meng Yihui and Meng Yilian left together, and when there were only the servants of the two of them and her maid, Meng Yilian showed a little impatiently.

"The three sisters are very blessed, and the grandmother loves her like an eyeball. What kind of person is the orphan of the Sheng family? Such a hot potato is what our three sisters dare to take into the house to raise, and if it becomes a big problem in the future , Do we all have to suffer?"

"Talkative," Meng Yihui rebuked. She was the oldest sister in Mengfu. Now she is at the age of marriage, she usually teaches her sister more or less: "You don't have to do this in the future, since you know your grandmother If I hurt her, we'll just follow my grandmother. Otherwise, if your grandmother hears your words, you'll have to talk about you again."

The two of them were born in the big house. Meng Eqi was the only girl in the second house. Although the sisters usually fit each other, they were separated by a blood relationship. In the end, Meng Yihui's heart is still towards his own sister Meng Yilian.

"But it’s strange that I met the son of the Sheng family when I was young, and I didn’t look like that at that time. I still remember that he was fat and fat, but he couldn’t even hold a knife from the Wu family. Rise, didn’t Sanmei often bully him at that time. Why is he now desperately protecting him at this critical time, could it be that Sanmei was so moved to see him look so handsome?”

Meng Yihui gave her another look: "Thinking about these inexhaustible things makes the female red embroidery that you have learned not to do well. It is better to think about yourself than to care about the younger sister. She is protected by the emperor's uncle and grandmother , What do you have?

Not long after they all left, Meng Eqi climbed up from the bed, finished wearing lightly and lightly, stepped on the wooden pier and ran out of the window.

Before she pretended to be comatose, she heard that Mrs. Meng had arranged Sheng Jiayan into the orange yard. There was no one to live there for a long time, and she did not know that Sheng Jiayan could not live well. And she hadn't seen him for so long, Meng Eqi wanted to see Sheng Jiayan more.

She ran all the way to the orange yard near her waist. Someone noticed that she was going behind when she turned, not paying attention to the flower pots that were lying beside her feet. Meng 萋 kicked up with a kick, and the painful ‘ahh’ jumped up.

Her call was heard by the slave who swept the floor not far away. The servant walked along with the sound, and Meng Eqi quickly ran across the orange courtyard.

The servant stood in front of the orange courtyard with a probe and glanced inwards, and found that the son Sheng Sheng brought back by the third sister was sitting in the courtyard reading a book. I don't know where he picked this book from. His handsome profile and slightly white face like a painting melted into the orange courtyard surrounded by dead branches.

The servant saw nothing for a long time and turned away.

After he left, Meng Eqi extended a head from Sheng Jiayan's side.

At that time, she took Sheng Jiayan's robe on her head. Sheng Jiayan's figure just blocked her squatting, and then she escaped the slave's sight. Otherwise, she was sneaked out when she was found to be ill, and the grandmother would have to send Sheng Jiayan trouble again.

"You can get up," he said lightly.

After listening to Mengqi, he was stunned and reacted with a smirk. She still held Sheng Jiayan's robe in her hands. The two of them were facing each other, and Mengqi didn't know what was good for a while.

Sheng Jiayan looked at her with a strange look in her eyes, apparently she really drank Meng Po Tang, and I don't remember her in this life.

She raised the corner of Sheng Jiayan's robe held in her hand and said nothing: "Your clothes are broken and the cotton wool is exposed. Wait a few moments for your grandmother to make some new sets for you ..."

The louder she became, because she saw Sheng Jiayan's face getting colder and colder.

"What do you need me to do for you?" He asked abruptly for a while.

Meng Haoqie tilted her head in doubt: "I don't need you to do anything for me."

"Then why did you stand up for me in the temple this morning?"

His scrutiny was exactly the same as the eyes of the prisoner when he was a king. Meng Yingqi was persecuted by him for years, and almost subconsciously knelt down to admit his mistake and begged for mercy.

She stretched her trembling legs and pretended to calm down: "There is no special reason, but because we used to be playmates, did you forget? You were still called Sheng Stone!"

"I haven't forgotten," he said silently: "I've never called any Sheng stone."