Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

Meng Wanqi stepped on the muddy mountain road shallowly and shallowly. She didn't even know if she was going in the right direction, and she could only carry the skirt forward. During the time she was tired, she found a seat under a big tree to sit and rest. She gasped and suddenly noticed that there was a line of sight that followed her all the time, and after Meng Erqi looked around with vigilance, nothing happened. No, it seemed to be her illusion.

The sound of rain knocked on the smooth leaves and made a brittle noise. Meng Yingqi wiped his face, climbed up from the ground and stumbled forward.

The dead leaves piled up layer by layer, and I didn't know how many layers of corrupt fallen leaves were stacked underneath. The feet were empty and real, and Meng Eqi was very unstable.

The next moment, she accidentally stepped on the sham leaves, and the soft body under her feet immediately crooked to the right.

not good!

Meng Eju's heart was cold, and the right side was a slope. Meng Eqi's falling like this was no different than falling down a cliff. She rolled down the hillside, during which she tried to stretch her hand to grab the grass and stop the falling trend, but in vain.

Suddenly, she was suddenly light.

It turned out that the hillside was a cliff that could not be seen to the end. Meng Erqi closed his eyes in despair and let his body fall to the cliff, and the roaring wind slipped across the ear.

But the trend of her falling suddenly stopped, and her waist was tightly grasped.

The familiar and unfamiliar fragrance smelled into his nose, Meng Eqi opened a pair of tears, and faced Sheng Jiayan with a slightly angry and anxious face.

Sheng Jiayan hugged Meng Eqi in the air, his right hand grasped the branch protruding from the cliff wall, his left hand held Meng Eqi, and the branches bear their weight, making a creaky sound.

"Ayan..." Meng Haoqi vocalized.

She did not know whether she was scared or saw him just now, at this time her tears and her nose were running.

"You still know to cry," Sheng Jiayan almost gritted his teeth: "Meng Eqi, you really don't want to die, do you? You can tell me if you want to go, I'll send someone to send you well, but you dare to climb the mountain and be in danger ,you--"

Xu was extremely angry, Sheng Jiayan finally said: "You can't scare me like this."

With a bit of compromise and helplessness in his words, Meng Yingli's tearful flow of tears at that moment: "But you can't kill Nie Xuanxian..."

Sheng Jiayan's breath thinned on her face: "Who am I going to kill him? If you listen to me explain, you will not be used as such, almost lost your life."

Meng Hao surprised. Isn't Sheng Jiayan killing Nie Xuanxian? Why is Fang Yansui...

She suddenly realized that since Arong appeared, she accidentally heard his conversation with Sheng Jiayan, so she guessed that Sheng Jiayan and he had revenge. Perhaps Sheng Jiayan did want to take revenge, but she was always influenced by Arong, and she always believed in others, plus her own cranky suspicions, so she would separate from Sheng Jiayan.

If Sheng Jiayan's plan was not like that of Fang Yansui, then Fang Yansui and Xie Yaohua who helped her escape...

Meng Hao suddenly shivered, feeling a bit cold.

Are these people calculating her in Chengdu?

The branches above his head made a loud noise again, and it seemed that they could not bear the weight of the two of them.

Sheng Jiayan pursed his thin lips, and he immediately said in a cold voice: "Tighten my waist."

Meng luxuriantly followed suit.

Then Sheng Jiayan tore a strip of silk from the sleeve of his left hand, and pulled Meng Eqi's hands around the branches in circles one by one. While he was doing this, Meng Eqi saw tiny sweat beads on his forehead.

Sheng Jiayan's right hand was injured, and until now he hasn't taken care of it. Just holding her and hanging on the cliff for so long, it is presumed that the right hand has reached the limit. No wonder he was pale, and he was anxious to let Meng Eju first get safe.

Mengnai, who sensed his intention, panicked and called: "A Yan, what are you doing?"

Sheng Jiayan tied the cloth tightly and fixed Meng Eqi's figure on the cliff wall.

Qiu Yu fluttered back and forth around the two of them, and Meng's heart shook uncomfortably.

Sheng Jiayan's expression was no longer sullen. He gently kissed Meng Qiqi's forehead and flicked the hair sticking to her cheek with his hand.

"Yuqi." His tone was inexplicably gentle, and he had countless attachments. Sheng Jiayan didn't go on, but dragged Meng Eqi's head and kissed her cheeks slowly.

Between lips and tongue, Meng Eqi seemed to have a trick in her heart, and the gurgling spring water flowed out of it. She looked at Sheng Jiayan's eyebrows, and suddenly understood something.

She likes Sheng Jiayan, no, she likes His Majesty the King.

I like it very much--

Sheng Jiayan left her lips, and the two of them touched the forehead. Under such a precarious situation, Sheng Jiayan chuckled: "I have tried to do this countless times, and I finally got what I wanted."

"Yueqi, if I can live, I will come to you."

"You deserve all my sacrifice."

Sheng Jiayan, before Meng's reaction, he let go of his hand suddenly.

"Sheng Jiayan-Sheng Jiayan!" Meng Eqi shouted almost hysterically. She subconsciously wanted to catch Sheng Jiayan, but her hands were already tied firmly.

His body was covered by layers of mist under the cliff, and Meng Eqi didn't know where he fell. She lifted her head and gasped for tears, and the pain on her wrist was less than half of regret in her heart.

She kept shouting Sheng Jiayan's name until her voice was dumb, and no one answered her.

She was so ridiculously wrong, why did she get to where she is today.

why……

Meng Haoqi looked up and watched the dark sky continuously raindrops. Some dripped into her eyes, and some fell down the bottomless abyss along her tears.

She was so sad that she kept choking: "If you just want to punish me and force me to compromise with my destiny, why do you decide to do so in this life?"

Meng Eqi's voice echoed in the lonely cliff, but no deity appeared to answer her questions.

Between the grounds, the cry of her alone whimpered and rolled far away in the autumn wind.

...

Far away in the capital, Xie Yaohua knelt in the Qin'an Temple, the wind and bitter rain outside, but there was only the sound of chanting the Buddha in the temple. Xie Yaohua knelt under the Buddha seat, the Bodhisattva lowered her eyebrows, the Vajra glared, the incense ash shook down between her fingers, gently twisted, and felt thin and soft.

The white jade inlaid with red coral beads and double knots wishful hairpins are obliquely inserted in the black temples. She lowered her eyebrows and prayed her hands together under the Buddha statue. Xie Yaohua was originally a lively character. Now he is quietly kneeling in the Qin'an Hall, his expression is calm and calm, but the people around him who are familiar with the princesses of Yongning Princess are not used to it.

Xie Yaohua's maid, Lianxiang, came in from the outside and whispered: "Princess, Princess Yiyi fell off the cliff. Our people didn't find it in a circle. It's because...the person is gone."

Xie Yaohua had a long eyebrow and a radiant eye, and the bright halo on the candlestick splashed on her pale face, as if she had a thin layer of rouge.

Meng luxuriant is dead?

Good death, good death...

Xie Yaohua breathed out slowly. She gazed quietly at the Buddha image, remembering how many days ago she heard that the father and the emperor would marry Meng Wanqi to Nie Xuanxian. She thought that Meng Yuqi didn't like Nie Xuanxian, didn't she still have a Sheng Jiayan? Why is she so greedy?

But Xie Yaohua saw that Nie Xuanxian was chasing Meng Eqi in the palace. Even if Meng Eqi didn't look back, Nie Xuanyi was willing to follow her step by step. When Cheng Zhaoyi pounced on the fire, he subconsciously wanted to stop Meng Haoqi.

It turned out that even if Meng Hao had no intention, Nie Xuanxian also had this thought.

Xie Yaohua hasn't hated Meng Eqian for cents for many years, even if the father emperor treats Meng Eqi more favorably, she will never be jealous of her. She is pitiful and Meng Yingqi is a child without father and mother. Although she always fights against Meng Yingqi, she really regards her as a sister.

But why? Meng Haocao accounted for all the benefits, why do you still want to fight with her for Nie Xuanxian now?

Xie Yaohua's brilliant black eyes were so cold at the moment that she shook her hands slightly because of fear and excitement.

She didn't want to kill Meng Qiqi, but if she didn't die, then...the best.

"Go tell Fang Yansui that I will help Meng Yilian and his affairs, but my father, queen and mother do not know about Meng Eju's affairs, so he should not let the wind leak."

Lengxiang nodded and turned around.

Xie Yaohua turned to see the sitting Buddha. She opened her eyes wide, her thick eyelashes hung down, like a white crane slowly gathering the dark wings.

Buddha's eyebrows were drooping, and his eyes were merciless, loveless, and desireless.

Only cold compassion.

...

A month later, the capital gradually ushered in the early winter.

The biggest green house in the city is drunk and light

"Seeing that it's cold, the guests didn't come much." Qing Cai Li Cailuan shook his white feather folding fan, and the bracelet in her hand that was about to drip water hung on her thin white wrist. She leaned against the door, a pair of boredom. Looks like.

The old bustard Sang Niang sat at the table and fiddled with needlework, and heard a chuckle: "I'm afraid that it's the New Year's Eve. The wife at home doesn't dare to come."

"嘁——" Li Cailuan disdained: "Listening is because General Nie Da is about to marry Princess Yongning, so Beijing is watching tightly, not too much singing and dancing nearby, so as not to cover Princess Yongning's limelight."

As soon as her voice fell, a "bang" sound came from the corner next to her.

Li Cailuan and Sang Niang looked around, and the dumb girl rescued a month ago panicked and picked up the cup that fell to the ground.

Sang Niang looked at her beautiful figure and face, and sighed and shook her head: "If it's not a dumb, it would be a good seedling."

Li Cailuan quickly overshadowed her smile, and she swayed her waist: "This dumb girl is clumsy, I took it back to the room to reprimand."

She took the dumb girl's wrist and walked upstairs, closed the door in her room, and she sighed: "Don't you let you not go downstairs often? If your appearance is seen by the guests, force it I want you to accompany your name, do you not?

The dumb lady quickly shook her head.

Li Cailuan sighed: "I looked at you pitifully, and you only knew a few words before I left you around. But I was just clear, I don't know how to protect you for a long time, if you have a good place in the future, just leave, Follow me, Sang Niang will not embarrass you."

The dumb nodded slowly.

Li Cailuan went to rest in the room.

The dumb girl left the room lightly and came to the empty utility room before she took a deep breath.

A month ago, Li Cailuan and one of her gracious guests went up the mountain to admire the scenery, and just saw Meng Eqi hanging on the cliff opposite.