Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

Meng Yuqi glanced at him suspiciously, Sheng Jiayan's expression didn't look like he was lying.

Could it be that he didn't remember the time? After all, Sheng Jiayan didn't know how to speak when he was five years old. He seemed to be dumb and clumsy. Maybe later he was stimulated by his brain, he also forgot what happened at that time, and even... forgot the name?

Meng Yiqi couldn't believe it when she came out of this sentence, but she still asked with fluke: "Impossible, I remember I was calling you Sheng Shi at that time, did you still follow me? Didn't see you At the time it was refuted that you did not call this name!"

Sheng Jiayan's jaw lifted slightly, facing Meng Eqi's gaze, and his eyes seemed extremely pale: "Because I didn't talk at that time, you called me so, I couldn't explain for myself, so I had to follow you. Not to mention—"He seemed to laugh instead of laugh, but it looked like a sneer to Meng Eqi:"If I don't follow you at that time, I am afraid that you will be more fooled?"

Meng 萋 secretly shouted badly, this guy remembers it all.

It seems that he really drank Meng Po Tang.

Xie Yaohua really killed her! When Sheng Jiayan followed his father into Beijing, he first went to the court to see the emperor. Xu then saw Xie Yaohua first. Xie Yaohua saw that he didn't even speak a fluent word. Presumably it was the group of leaders who led her mocked for a long time. Later, when he saw Meng Eqi, he deliberately gave Sheng Jiayan the nickname Stone.

This is his dumbness, but let Meng Eqi think his real name is Sheng Jiayan. After missing so many years, Meng Eqiu caused trauma to Sheng Jiayan when he was a child.

She is very and extremely regretful now. Sheng Jiayan is drinking Meng Po Tang now and can't remember, and she can't even find her after returning to the prefecture! ?

Meng Haoqi became more and more restless, and she paced back and forth for a long time. Under Sheng Jiayan's gaze like a fool, she made a decision.

Although she did bully Sheng Jiayan with everyone in the past, how could she make Her Majesty King less angry if she failed to make up for her?

It is just now that Sheng Jiayan's identity is different from the past, and he needs to look around at his face. And Meng Haoqi is anyhow a bully in the capital, who dares to bully Sheng Jiayan when she is there?

As long as she takes his heart out of him, should His Majesty King Yan not be able to settle afterwards?

Meng Eqi, who made up his mind, smiled at Sheng Jiayan and said: "It's not too late, you rest first, I will see you tomorrow! By the way, what do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Before waiting for Sheng Jiayan to answer, Meng Eqin said, "Well, I will send you whatever you want. You are too thin now, and you need more tonic. Then I will go first and come back tomorrow." See you!"

After all, Meng Qiqi left step by step three times. I walked to the door of the orange courtyard, and I forgot to find another head and smiled and waved.

Her two eyes smiled into two crescent moons. Even though Sheng Jiayan's face was faint from start to finish like the snow on the top of the mountain with a chill, Meng's enthusiasm did not seem to fade.

After she left, Sheng Jiayan turned her eyes to the book again.

What he was looking at was a very ordinary book, where key points were carefully annotated by the book. Sheng Jiayan's fingertips crossed the handwriting, and what he saw was not a stroke on the scroll, but a blood sentence that the Sheng family had confessed before his father died.

Sheng Jiayan's hand holding the scroll gradually tightened, his knuckles glowing blue and white. He looked as usual, but a cold storm was brewing in his eyes.

He closed his eyes every night, all he heard was the roar of the heroes of Sheng Jiajun, and what he saw in front of him was the **** face of his father before his death. These people are waiting for him, waiting for him to give them a real account.

Fortunately, Sheng Jiayan has always been tolerable, no matter when.

Meng Mengqi was almost able to do it. From the next morning, the orange yard was filled with her breakfast.

The maidservant with the plate stood in front of the door of the orange courtyard with a low eyebrow and a line of eyes, standing with eight people.

A variety of snacks, shortcakes, honey cakes, red bean rolls, a bird's nest, a bowl of porridge and two dishes were placed on the tray. In addition, there were several pickles of chicken and duck meat.

At that time, Meng Wanqi was sitting in his room, still wearing a nightgown, and leaning on the bedside with his eyes closed, letting the maidservant lightly clean her face with a warm veil.

"Sister," Yansha came in from the outside: "Senior Son only used a bowl of gruel, and nothing else."

Meng Haoqi opened his eyes and said indignantly: "This man is really, and he doesn't know how to take care of himself."

After all, she pushed away the hand of the maidservant who was waiting for her to wash. When the quilt was lifted, she would wear shoes and go down to find Sheng Jiayan.

It happened that the grandma next to Mrs. Meng came again: "Sister Wan is awake? The old lady asked the old slave to take these notes. Today you have to practice your writing well. The teacher will return in a few days. I'm afraid Sister Hao will have to stand up again."

Meng Mengqi was the most afraid of being urged to practice calligraphy. Mrs. Meng was born in Shuxiangmendi, and occasionally allowed Meng Eqiduan to sit and copy copybooks all afternoon. Every time this happened, Meng Eqi first tired buttocks did not sore, and his arms did not have any strength.

Mother-in-law supervised Meng Eqi, and now she could not go anywhere. She had to practice her words obediently, but she was thinking of Sheng Jiayan.

Why didn't he eat well and drink a bowl of porridge in the morning? Is he hungry now? Do he need snacks?

Her eyes glanced out of the window from time to time, and Grandma coughed a little to signal her to concentrate.

After a while, Grandma looked at Meng Eqi, who was asleep on Chang'an, and the girl's soft cheek was leaning on the paper that hadn't been dried with ink. Meng Haoqi was born with two rouge-colored birthmarks in the corners of her eyes, but at the moment it looked smart and cute.

Grandma also watched her grow up. At this moment, she had a soft smile and shook her head, and said softly to the maid on the side: "Hold the three sisters in to sleep."

After a while, Mammy took the people away, and Meng Eqiu sat up from the bed and scared Yan Yan, who fanned her to the side.

Meng Eqi hurried down to dress, Yan Yan fastened her tie: "Sister, where are you going?"

"Hush," Meng Haqian compared a gesture: "I'm going to the Orangery, you're covering me here."

"But sister..."

"Hush!" Meng Haqian said anxiously: "You're so loud, you turned back and recruited Grandma back."

Yansha had to shut her mouth tightly and watched Meng Eqi as she stepped on Xiudunzi and jumped out of the window.

Her figure disappeared into the path covered by the rockery trees.

A stone hit the window coffin and made a slight noise. Sheng Jiayan raised his head from the table case to open the window, and saw Meng Yingqi hiding behind the tree sneaking beckoning at him.

Sheng Jiayan glanced at the servant at the door, and then focused his attention on the scroll on the table.

Unexpectedly, he was so unwilling that Meng Eqiu threw stones one after another. Until the smashed windows kept ringing, even the slaves guarding the door noticed, and asked the door in doubt: "Master, what is it?"

Sheng Jiayan held the hand of the pen, and a large ink spot was accidentally dropped on the rice paper. He sighed unheardly, and opened the door of the room at the next moment, and said lightly to the slaves: "It's nothing. I have been sitting for a long time. I'll go to the courtyard."

Avoiding the servants' eyes, when Sheng Jiayan came to the tree, Meng Eqi immediately rejoiced like a bird on the top of the tree.

"Why didn't you eat what I sent in the morning? Didn't you like it? Tell me what you like to eat, and I let the kitchen do it for you!"

Sheng Jiayan stared at somewhere on her face: "Don't send so much next time, I can't eat much by myself. A bowl of gruel and two dishes of pickles are enough."

"No!" Meng Haoqi face up: "The grandmother is about to grow up at this time, you are a boy, and you want to stand on the ground in the future, how do you do not eat more? I'll give you something else!" "

"Your words are really ugly." Sheng Jiayan said so out of nowhere.

"what?!"

Sheng Jiayan pointed at her face, and Meng Haoqi just lay on the wet paper, and printed half of the copybook on his left cheek. No one reminded her of her partial birth, and she just came out in front of Sheng Jiayan.

Meng Qiqi reacted and quickly covered her cheeks.

"I have to go back in advance!" she swelled and walked a few steps before turning around and confessing: "Ming will send you breakfast, you must eat it all!"

She just clutched her cheek and hurried away.

Sheng Jiayan's expression was relatively calm. After Meng Eqen left, he returned to the room and sat down again in front of the table case.

In the corners they didn't notice, a goose-yellow skirt flashed by.

In Mrs. Meng's house, she leaned against the bed of Luohan, and Meng Yilian beat herself with her legs.

After a while, she pulled up Meng Yilian: "Knocked for a while, tired, and sat down with my grandmother to rest."

Meng Yilian smiled sweetly: "I'm not tired, I don't feel hard for how long I knocked for my grandmother."

Mrs. Meng’s grandma brought a bowl of chilled litchi in a timely manner and couldn’t help laughing: “Second sister wearing such a goose-colored dress really makes people shine, and the old lady may be troubled in the future, we Sister Lian, such a pretty girl, I don’t know which son, your son-in-law, should be chosen, but you can ask the old lady to help palm your eyes."

Mrs. Meng laughed a few times, and Meng Yilian blushed and lowered her head: "No matter how good I am, how can it be comparable to the appearance of the three sisters? Although the three sisters are old, they are a bit bright and beautiful, and they are so smart, the same age as the capital. Of the women, no one can match it?"

From Meng Qigong, Ms. Meng had endless words, but she smiled and touched the emerald green bracelet between her wrists: "Your three sisters are good, they are too playful. Looking at the noble girl in the capital, Who doesn’t have a bit of knowledge? But you three sisters, now you have to be lazy to practice a word. I was spoiled by her, and I was reluctant to fight.

Meng Yilian's eyes rolled, seemingly unintentional: "The younger sister is young, it's just a lively and lively time, why should the grandmother hold her to read and read? What's more, the younger sister recently brought back Grandson Sheng, both of them are young Playmate, if the grandmother sends the grandson to accompany the three sisters, maybe the three sisters will have different changes?"