Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

The eight maids in the Fengyi Palace retired to Meng Haoqi early in the morning on New Year's Eve, claiming that the Ministry of Internal Affairs had insufficient manpower to help. Meng 萋萋 agreed without thinking, because the group of maidservants belonged to Sheng Jiayan, and he really had no identity to control them. Secondly, after they left, it was easier for them to go out of the palace with Su and his talents.

Looking at the figure of the maid fish going out, Meng Eqiu felt very emotional. Suddenly there was a touch of movement behind him.

She looked back, Suhe came out step by step against the wall, and there were big beads of sweat dripping from her face.

"Yuqiu, my stomach hurts..."

How did Meng Wanqi never expect Suhe to be born at this time, nor did she expect that at this critical moment Nie Lin didn't know where she was going! Moreover, Su He actually started to hurt from the middle of last night. She actually endured it until now. Meng Eqi didn’t know whether she praised her perseverance or her heart.

With Su He getting more and more painful until he couldn't help humming, Meng Eqi finally decided to go out and find a doctor.

She stood in front of the gate of Fengyi Palace, where she had fallen heavily, and she concentrated her eyes slightly. The locks outside the palace gate all fell to the ground, splashing snow and dust.

Meng Eju slowly pushed open the Zhu Qi door. The probe looked around and confirmed that the guard who was not patrolling jumped out of the door, turned to close the door, and ran all the way to Jianzhang Palace.

On this way, the palace guards were rarely seen, and Meng Eqi was strange in his heart.

No one in Fengyi Palace will take care of it. She can be regarded as Sheng Jiayan conceiving her by opening her eyes and closing her eyes. But on such a joyous day as New Year's Eve, shouldn't it be reasonable to guard the guard tightly?

As soon as she ran to the Jianzhang Palace, an **** carrying soup and medicine rushed out of the corner in a panic, almost colliding with Meng Eqi. The **** didn't even have time to apologize, and ran forward with the crock filled with soup medicine.

Meng Hao was puzzled, and she heard the footsteps approaching, and she hurried away.

I saw four Taoists coming out of the Jianzhang Palace. They were talking in their ears, and some words drifted into Meng Eqi's ears with the wind.

"...Without three days...New Emperor...Ping Wang..."

Their extreme sound, Meng Eqi was far away, can only vaguely capture these words. But no matter what she thought, she couldn't string these words together.

In the Jianzhang Palace, Sheng Jiayan leaned on the back of the chair wearing a bright yellow blouse, and his face was pale and white, but his eyebrows were half bright.

He seemed tired, lazy, without opening, watching the palace people clean up the ashes in the copper basin.

Handing over a cup of hot **** tea to Dingchen, Sheng Jiayan raised his hand and took it, and asked, "Has King Ping entered the capital?"

Xiang Dingchen responded, Mo Chunfeng sneered aside: "I don't want to be too happy on New Year's Eve, the people who are troubled can't be at peace, the two armies against him will take advantage of the clean king."

Sheng Jiayan put down the drunk tea cup and said lightly: "Follow him, he is just back in Beijing at this time."

Xiang Dingchen wanted something else, but suddenly Qin Kun yelled.

"Who's there!"

As soon as Qin Kun's voice fell, he flew two cold darts from his sleeve and shot directly at the man hiding under the window.

Meng Haoqi was hiding under the window and eavesdropping, why did she think of being discovered by Qin Kun. She subconsciously shrank away, not forgetting to sigh her now for nothing. If she can see clearly in the past, even if she lets her catch the dart empty-handed.

Originally thinking that the two diamond-shaped darts would wipe the top of her head, Meng Yuqi didn't hear the sound after waiting for a long time.

She slowly raised her head and met Sheng Jiayan with a pair of deep eyes.

"Why are you here?" He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Meng Erqi for a moment of guilty conscience.

It was only last night that he pretended to say goodbye to him indifferently, and now appears in the corner of Jianzhang Palace to listen to. Meng Eju was really embarrassed.

She stood up and mumbled, "I have something to come to you..."

After speaking, his eyes fell on his left hand. He held a fist in his left hand, and the thick, dark red blood was dripping a little bit on the carpet under his feet. In his hand, it was Qin Kun who shot the two cold darts at Meng Eqi.

"Please drop your sin." Qin Kun was already kneeling beside him at this time, Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen returned to God, one called the Taiji, and the other pulled Meng Eqi into the Jianzhang Palace.

"Your hand is okay," Meng Eju wanted to reach out to see his injury, but Sheng Jiayan closed his hand. Meng Eya stopped her hand in the air, and then dropped her head, she said, "I'm so true It's something to find you."

She wasn't finished yet. Fu Quan ran in and out from the outside, the hat on his head was not worn firmly, he panicked: "Your Majesty, Ping Wang has broken into the palace!"

"Ping Wang broke into the palace?" Meng Eqi remembered that the two armies of Mo Chunfeng, whom she had just heard, confronted Sheng Jiayan: "What the **** happened?"

"It's too late..." Sheng Jiayan whispered, and he suddenly pulled Meng Eqi into his arms, before waiting for Meng Eqi's reaction, Sheng Jia Yan whispered in her ear-

"Amen, I will wait for you."

Later, Meng 萋 had a pain in his neck and suddenly fainted.

Sheng Jiayan threw her to Xiang Dingchen, and the king's men had already rushed to the palace gate.

Mo Chunfeng wore a black color for Sheng Jiayan, Sheng Jiayan stood at the gate of Jianzhang Palace against the wind, and said the flat king under the Baiyu Order: "The scene today seems familiar, and King Xiang once stood in your place to force the palace to rebel ."

Ping Wang's silver armor was worn on his body, and the hairpin red tassel on his head showed his spirit. He rode a tall horse with a spear and looked back. "If the fourth brother didn't want to let me die, how could I come back from Tongyunguan all the way. Undoubtedly, the fourth brother thought about it and wanted to give the emperor a hand. People, like this, how can I be like a rebellion like King Xiang and others?"

Sheng Jiayan gave him a cold look and said sideways to Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen: "Take her away, Nie Linhui will return to Chu with you."

Mo Chunfeng squeezed the long whip in his hand, and he bit his lower lip. Xiang Dingchen stayed beside Sheng Jiayan step by step, for the first time the two wanted to violate Sheng Jiayan's order.

"I ask you to go with luxuriant, understand whether it is not." Sheng Jiayan finally coldly, finally forced Mo Chunfeng out of a few tears.

"One...two..." Mo Chunfeng took a step back.

"nine……"

"twelve--"

There was a tacit understanding in the heart, until the twelfth count, Xiang Dingchen carried Meng Eqi up the eaves, and suddenly the dust left. The people under Ping Wang flew to chase, and were blocked by Mo Chunfeng's whips.

Before Mo Chunfeng turned and left, he finally took a deep look at Sheng Jiayan. The latter looked back at him quietly, and then Mo Chunfeng jumped onto the roof and went to chase Dingchen.

Ping Wang glanced back at Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen's back, and said with a smile: "Why the fourth brother, the brother does not want their life."

"Is it?" Sheng Jiayan raised his eyebrows, and Ping Wang looked away uncomfortably, and no longer met Sheng Jiayan's eyebrows.

Xiang Dingchen drove the horse-drawn carriage away from the side door that had already been arranged, but as soon as the carriage drove out of the palace gate, he was surrounded by Pingwang's iron riding regiment.

Mo Chunfeng in the carriage held Meng Eqi in a coma, Nie Lin held his wife's hand tightly, and Suhe was about to give birth to the pain. Xiang Dingchen grasped the waist knife handle, thinking about where to make a gap.

"Let them go." Suddenly, a warm whisper rang in an ordinary wagon parked in the corner behind Tie Qi.

"But Princess..."

"I let them go."

After she finished, Tieqi backed away one after another and gave way.

Xiang Dingchen took the opportunity to drive the carriage away quickly. In the carriage behind them, the beautiful woman lifted the curtain and watched the carriage go away, with a beautiful smile on her face.

"Go, we can also go to the palace to see what happened to the prince."

After Meng Eqi awakened again, an alarming coup had taken place in the Jin Dynasty.

Emperor Xiandi's fourth son ascended the throne, but suddenly died in the palace more than a month later. Sheng Jiayan had no heirs. After Princess Feng Ping Rong Yan became the end, the Jin dynasty ended this short-term chaos and once again spent a smooth day.

When everything was settled, the Jin Dynasty ushered in a warmer spring than in previous years.

...

When Meng Wanqi was in a coma, he had a very chaotic dream. There was no black dragon phoenix that appeared in the dream before, and no hilarious laughter.

Only Sheng Jiayan in a strange kimono.

In the dream, Meng Yingqi watched another one limp towards him. Instead of disgusting, Sheng Jiayan stopped at the same place and waited for her to catch up with herself. He pretended to speak indifferently to her ears: "A Meng, did you kick your feet again?"

Meng Wanqi jumped anxiously and violently, pulling the pain in her ankle. She gritted her teeth and responded: "I shouldn't help the **** of decay today! The **** of bliss wants to eat fruit to let the **** of decay pick him. I stepped on him to pick the fruit, and I hurt myself and fell off his back."

Sheng Jiayan chuckled, and then he crouched down: "Come up, I will carry you."

Meng Hao hesitated for a moment: "No, you are your majesty, but I am not a priest..."

"It is precisely because I am your majesty," Sheng Jiayan said seriously: "Taking care of his subjects is what your majesty should do."

"...It should be hard work for Your Majesty." Meng Haoqi climbed up to his back, swaying his legs.

Sheng Jiayan weighed her: "If everyone eats like you, it's very hard."

"Are you going to be so **** general?"

"……will not"

In his dream, Meng Haoqi watched Sheng Jiayan walk away with his back, and he could still hear his cheerful laughter.

"Ayan, I want to eat osmanthus cake at Huangquan Restaurant."

"No, you quarreled with a toothache before."

"Just eat one piece, please."

"it is good--"

"I want to eat a piece for the night **** and the day god."

"No—"

In a coma, Meng Eqi seemed to feel that Sheng Jiayan's cold hands pressed his own forehead again. The ear lingered in his ears, all he said on that day—

"Amen, I will wait for you."

This is the first time she has read Sheng Jiayan's tenderness and perseverance, but also the last time.