Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

"Ameng--"

The clear voice resembled a pair of hands that stirred the chaos, pulling away the heavy darkness in front of Meng Erqi. Meng Haoqi closed his eyes slightly and opened it again, and was already in the palace of Liaoyang.

Sheng Jiayan had a jade crown on his head, and Yan Luo Luo wore it on his body. He sat high above him, and under the seats were lined with bureaucrats. Meng Wanqi stood blankly at the door of Liao Yang Temple, looking at the colleagues who appeared suddenly.

The ghost officers all looked back at her, and the good and evil boys also beckoned to Meng Yingqi: "Sister Meng, come on!"

Meng Yingqi stepped past and stood in his place.

Sheng Jiayan turned to look at her with a cold voice: "Are you sleeping late?"

Meng Xuqi opened his mouth, and suddenly he didn't know anything.

Why is she here? Shouldn't she be robbing the world with Sheng Jiayan? Is it...

She just had a dream on earth?

Sheng Jiayan withdrew her gaze from her and continued the topic just now: "How did the ghost officer who stole the life and death book last time arrange?"

The judge returned to the court: "Those who violated His Majesty the King should break into the eighteenth floor of **** in accordance with the laws of the prefecture.

Sheng Jiayan lightly snapped and closed the book of good and evil in his hand, and opened the diamond-shaped thin lips lightly, from the good as the flow: "I will do it now." He paused and turned his head to look at Meng Eqiu: "A Meng, the life and death book is in you That stolen, what do you think about it."

Meng Wanqi didn't stay at home, and suddenly heard His Majesty the King named his name and quickly recovered: "What?"

General Blood River reminded: "Sister Meng, the last time you gave me a fun book of life and death, the result was stolen by a ghost! Now Your Majesty is asking you!"

Meng Yuqi immediately said: "Your Majesty, this is the negligence of the courtier, please drop your sins."

Sheng Jiayan's handsome half-face seemed to be against the light. His dark and jade-like eyes clearly reflected Meng's dull eyes. He said solemnly, "Since the land is now out In order to prevent such crimes from stealing the life and death book, in order to avoid such a situation that would seriously threaten the safety of the local government, the king decided to let a medley enter the Liaoyang Temple. Amen, how about you?"

what! ? Meng Yuqi suddenly recovered: "Your Majesty? I am afraid that the humble office is not competent!"

Just kidding, asking her to move to Liao Yangdian! ? What is the difference between Her Majesty King and the house arrest in disguise!

Sheng Jiayan's cold and sparse eyes are slightly convergent, and his straight eyebrows are like a smooth lake with no fluctuations: "To maintain the safety of the local government, you are a subordinate of this throne. The responsibility is heavy. How can you refrain?"

Meng Haoqi seemed to be dazzled, even when he saw Sheng Jiayan's lips slightly suspiciously bent.

"But...but..." Meng Eqi glared at the dog-head soldiers beside him.

"Does the ministers have any objections?" Sheng Jiayan swept his eyes, General Xuehe and others bowed their heads and stopped looking at Meng Eju, and said there was no objection.

After the dynasty, Meng Wanqi stayed in the palace of Liao Yang in a muddled manner. She hadn't spoken yet, and General Xuehe consciously moved her softness over, which made Lord Yan very satisfied, Meng Wanqi. Even more depressed.

Meng Yuqi spent several peaceful days in Liao Yangdian, and missed the life of flying chickens and dogs in his Meng Po Mansion. This **** is nothing to do, running to read Sheng Jiayan's private bookcase, rows of pear blossom palm wood shelves are arranged one after another, the books here are all-encompassing, and Meng Yuqi counts layer by layer, boring Read it easily.

She took out a geographical map of her own and looked at it. She felt it was meaningless and stuffed it back. Just then, a piece of paper fell lightly in the book.

Meng Haoqi picked up from the ground and slowly unfolded. On this yellowed rice paper, a young woman was drawn. The woman leaned on the fence, and her left hand was holding a folding fan. The silhouette was beautiful and moving. Relationship, the woman's facial features are not very clear.

Wouldn't this be the woman that Her Majesty liked?

Meng Eqiu looked at it horizontally, and couldn't think of who this woman was. She was prepared to put the rice paper back. Who knew there was a familiar sound behind him: "What are you doing?"

Meng 萋 turned back, humbly carrying the portrait behind him, grinning an extremely ugly smile: "Your Majesty, what a coincidence, why are you here too!"

Sheng Jiayan's eyes, slender fox eyes, because of the wide corners of the eyes, the narrow and long tail, a little more phoenix eyes are not angry, when he looked over coldly, his eyes looked like At two o'clock in the deep pool, Han Xing saw her heart tremble, and she obviously did nothing, but she couldn't help but feel guilty.

Meng Yuqi was afraid to look at Sheng Jiayan at this moment.

Sheng Jiayan put the file he was holding on the shelf next to it, and then came to Meng Haoqi with his palm up: "What is hidden, take it out and see."

Two toes of Meng Eqi rubbed each other twice, and finally couldn't match Sheng Jiayan's eyes, and handed the rice paper out.

Sheng Jiayan opened his eyes, his brows flickered for a moment, and then his face returned to normal: "You see what your own portrait is doing."

"Me? Myself?" Meng Hao surprised, she reached over and looked at the portrait again: "Why don't I remember when I have been like this, Your Majesty?"

Sheng Jiayan was very normal as he said: "Your head can't remember many things."

Meng Xuqi touched his forehead as if it were indeed so. She has always been muddled, and always feels that she has forgotten something important.

So she talked to herself: "Your Majesty, you are busy, I will go first."

After Meng Wanqi left, Sheng Jiayan looked down at the portrait of the woman in her hand again. The narrow and dark eyes crossed a trace of coldness, just like the cold spring, and quietly hidden in the night. Immediately, he lit a blaze of fire at his fingertips, slowly burning the painting to ashes.

Meng Yuqi slipped out of the Liao Yangdian, and walked down the Wangchuan River all the way through Huangquan Road and Wangxiangtai, and finally ran to Xuehechi Prison. Looking at the ghosts struggling in the blood river pool, Meng Eqi was filled with ghosts crying and howling. She picked up a stone on the ground, and floated on the blood river pool. During this period, I don't know which soul head I hit.

Meng Hao shrunk his neck and quickly turned to leave, but slammed into someone.

"Goddess Meng?" The other party was surprised.

Meng Haoqi looked up, actually a woman with some face. The other person is similar to her in seven or eight points, but her name Meng Eqi can't think of it. But the other party clearly recognized her.

"Goddess Meng, didn't you go to experience with your Majesty King Yan?"

The next experience...

Meng luxe suddenly remembered everything. At that moment, it seemed that all the white mist in her head had been dispelled, and her memory came back a little bit clear.

"Yes...I should be reborn with Sheng Jiayan, I remember calling myself a ceremonial, he became a long letter Hou, and a city..." Meng Eqi only felt that at that moment, there seemed to be a surge in his head Spring water pours out all the hard ice, so that the stored memory breaks out of the cocoon.

There was a dull pain in her abdomen, and Meng Hao was busy covering it.

child……

By the way, she seems to be pregnant with Sheng Jiayan's child.

Why is she here? ! She remembered that she seemed to be stunned by the tall, thin person, so she is now-

In the dream! ?

Aware of this, Meng Eqi suddenly realized in a panic that a crack appeared on the face of the woman opposite her, and then resembled a vicious vine, with a long and terrible long stem that covered the woman's face a little bit.

Meng Eqi hurriedly retreated a few steps, and the cracked face crashed into powder, turning into thousands of fireflies, and the brush spread out.

When the illusion collapsed, Meng Eqi should wake up.

...

On the nineth layer, Emperor Zhenwu slowly withdrew his hand, and the fluorescent light in his hand gradually faded.

The boy next to him stepped forward: "Respect, is it still not enough?"

The Emperor Zhenwu shook his head: "Fuck, it can't be sealed."

"How does Zun Meng's child handle?"

Emperor Zhenwu turned back to his seat. The Pearl of the South China Sea above him was exuding soft luster. His eyes narrowed, and finally said: "Return her to the capital as soon as possible. The child must not allow her to be born."

"Yes." The boy resigned.

Emperor Zhenwu stroked his eyebrows, but he did not expect Meng Po to have such a strong will. Even if he gave her an illusion to no avail, she would wake her up.

...

Meng Eqi suddenly sat up and took a big breath, hurriedly covering his abdomen, and found that it was no longer painful, and then slowly relieved.

"you're awake?"

A familiar voice came from the side, and Meng Eqiu turned his head, a little vigilant: "Xie Yaohua, is it really you?"

The outside was dark, and a lamp was lit indoors. Xie Yaohua was sitting in the corner like this. Her young eyebrows were raised and wantonly, and she slowly stood up and paced to Meng Yingqi: "Meng Laiyi, I always think about your last life. What kind of blessings have you been so kind of. You are not only favored by the emperor, but even General Nie, who has nothing to do with it, has a deep affection for you. Do you have to fight with me? I can give the honor of the princess's princess's favor. You, why do you want to rob Nie Xuanxian with me? You obviously already have Sheng Jiayan, why are you still not satisfied?"

Meng Wanqi looked at her, and her voice unconsciously added a bit of soberness: "I have never competed with you for him, and Nie Xuanxian has nothing to do with me."

Xie Yaohua sneered: "It doesn't matter? Then why is he shouting your name every time you get drunk? Even if you don't care, does he have no intention?"

Meng Yuqi was speechless for a while, and Nie Xuanxian shouted that it might not be her, but her in the last life. But... in the end, both of them were hers alone, so Meng Eqi didn't know how to explain to Xie Yaohua. Her momentary silence seemed to be the default in Xie Yaohua's eyes.

Xie Yaohua couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed Meng Eqi to death, his body trembling violently: "Meng Laiyi, you are really hateful!"

Meng Wanqi was rather turned aside by her, she was also angry, subconsciously covering her abdomen and said: "Xie Yaohua, what do you think you are good! The battle of Bianyueguan, have you known it for a long time? If you know but don’t report it to your uncle, and let other countries slaughter our people, where is your benevolence and morality as a princess?!"