Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

For some reason, Sheng Jiayan saw Meng Eqi floating in the air. At that time, Meng Erqi had a transparent outline, and she could only vaguely see her wearing a red dress, looking at him anxiously.

Sheng Jiayan stood up subconsciously, reaching out to grab her. But he stumbled because of drunkenness, and flew into the Begonia flowers, and the petals flew up. The guard standing not far away hurriedly came to support him, Sheng Jiayan pushed away, looked up and searched for Meng Eqi's shadow, but...

Gone.

Meng Xuqi disappeared.

It was as if he had just glanced at it, but he was thinking too much of the hallucination.

The joy in Sheng Jiayan's eyes turned into a mournful sorrow. He faced the empty sea of ​​flowers and kept calling Meng Eqi's name.

"Yueqi, come out, I see you, don't hide."

"Yuqiu! Where have you been?"

"lush……"

Sheng Jiayan looked around in the sea of ​​begonia flowers, bringing countless petals.

Meng Wanqi stood beside him, watching his body pass through him again and again.

Her heart hurt, and she closed her eyes slightly, and shed a tear.

Meng Yuqi has been with Sheng Jiayan in the spirit of wandering, even though he can't see himself at all.

On the way back, Sheng Jiayan didn't take the sedan chair, but walked in front of him, followed by a serious bodyguard. As the Flower Festival approaches, the crowds on the street are crowded, and everyone sees him avoiding it. He bought a lantern made of acacia, which was held in one hand, and the other hand habitually wanted to hold someone's hand, but he caught nothing.

Sheng Jiayan looked back and laughed at himself, and there was endless melancholy and daze in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Meng Wanqi couldn't help but think of the flower festival many years ago. In the hazy moonlight, she joyfully took Sheng Jiayan's hand: "Ayan, you let me ride your neck, OK, I Hang this satin red silk on that century-old tree."

"Not good." Sheng Jiayan at that time was full of thoughts, and answered indifferently, and did not care.

Meng Eqi stubbornly climbed the old tree himself, straddled the branch to tie the red silk up, but accidentally stepped on the air when he came down, and grunted down from the tree. At that time, her knocked forehead was bruised, but she still smirked at Sheng Jiayan: "Hang up."

Sheng Jiayan saw that she fell into disgrace, she couldn't help frowning lightly, and she turned around and walked forward.

Meng Wanqi ignored the pain on his forehead and hurriedly chased it: "Ayan, don't you want to know what I wrote on the red silk?"

"I don't want to." His tone was cold and his attitude was indifferent.

Meng Haoqi seemed to be never tireless, and he still smiled and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I won't tell you, and if you know it, it won't work."

Many years ago, the past rushed into my mind, and not only Meng Yeqi thought, but Sheng Jiayan also thought of this scene. He came under that century-old tree and looked up at the branches that had been covered with red silk.

Meng Yuqi smiled bitterly. She knew that Sheng Jiayan wanted to find the bunch she had hung up, but how can she find so much red silk today?

Who knows that Sheng Jiayan raised his hand and was ready to take down all the red silk and look for them one by one. The guards wanted to come forward to help, but he was stopped by raising his hand. The move surprised Meng Wanqi, she looked at Sheng Jiayan one by one, and then hung back the red silk that was not her.

He kept repeating it all the time, and he didn't feel tired.

The color grew darker and covered with stars.

In the end, Sheng Jiayan finally found the thread where Meng Qiqi was hung up. The words written by Meng Qiqi were not easy to recognize. The color of the red silk faded slightly due to the passage of time, but the words written by Meng Yingqi on the silk were very clear.

"The four seas have risen to peace, and share with him in front of the court."

Sheng Jiayan read it gently.

Water droplets slipped off the corners of Meng Eqi's eyes, and suddenly a loud burst of sound interrupted her thoughts. The dark blue night was covered with fireworks, and the sky was gorgeous.

The people stopped and stared at the night sky, bursting into excitement and cheering.

Meng Yuqi knew that he should go, staying in the world for too long, it is not a good thing.

When she turned back to look at Sheng Jiayan for the last time, she found that he stiffly faced Meng Qiqi's direction, and then walked towards her a little bit, her eyes suppressed with disbelief and ecstasy.

He walked very lightly, as if afraid of someone walking away.

"lush."

Sheng Jiayan called out extremely softly, and every time he stepped closer to Meng Qiqi, the joy in his eyes was even more indistinct.

He knew that this time he really saw Meng Eqi, and also saw Meng Eqi standing there and gave him a wry smile.

However, it seems that the intention is never as good as one would like.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the red silk on the century-old tree blew loudly. Sheng Jiayan only narrowed his eyes slightly, and the figure of Meng Erqi disappeared again at the next moment.

His eyes suddenly became anxious and his face pale.

Sheng Jiayan panickedly called Meng Eqi's name, and all the people on the street looked at him as if he had lost his soul.

Meng Wanqi stood behind him and listened to all this quietly, his heart was bitter.

Sheng Jiayan had been so embarrassed.

That night he was chilly and unconscious.

Meng Haoqi was lying beside his bed, looking at the outline of his facial features distressedly, even those eyebrows that were still curled up even when he was asleep.

Sheng Jiayan has always been a very good person, never had such a weak time. Looking at his sickness, Meng Wanqi made up her mind that when Sheng Jiayan got better, she should go.

Anyway, when Sheng Jiayan's birthday is over, the two will meet again in the prefecture.

In the middle of the night, Sheng Jiayan opened his eyes slightly, as if to see Meng Emu standing beside him. He burned so badly that he could only say in a muddled way: "Yuqiu...together in court..."

Then, I slept again again.

A few days later, when Sheng Jiayan was really in good health, Meng Eqi was unable to leave.

The world knows that Changxin Hou recruited alchemists in order to summon the soul of Princess Yi.

Meng Yuqi thought that there was nothing serious in the world. Who knows that a man familiar with Meng Eqi came from the Changshou Houfu--

Too innocent.

Perhaps this time it was really too innocent, because when Meng Yongqi approached him, she felt a strange sense of oppression, which made her limbs weak and unable to move.

Meng Wanqi was very surprised. She is a priesthood. Even if it is a ray of soul now, there are very few real Taoist mortals who can suppress her. Is this too fictitious person already a half fairy?

Sheng Jiayan leaned back on the chair lazily, and there were so many alchemists who had been cheating and cheating in the past few days. He said: "Please start with a real person."

Too innocent, but glanced in the direction of Meng Eqi's hiding, he did not hurry, just asked: "Dare to ask Hou Ye, do you have no regrets anyway? Locking the soul violates the reincarnation, will There will be karma retribution on Hou Ye. So, is Hou Ye not afraid?"

Sheng Jiayan didn't care much: "As soon as I found a real person, I knew that I had made all the preparations, even if it was condemned, I could bear it."

Too real person smiled vainly, and his men flicked and dusted, and Meng Eqi felt a strong force was binding himself.

Suddenly she was shocked, and she was about to break free and flew out of the window, but the invisible rope became tighter and tighter around her.

Too-virtual man pulled out a wooden man from his arms, pinched the tactic with two fingers, and chanted the mantra suddenly. Meng 萋 screamed and was forced to press on the puppet.

Sheng Jiayan froze, gliding through the waves.

Just now, with that painful call, he heard, Sheng Jiayan hurriedly asked Tai Xingzhen: "Real person, wouldn't it hurt her?"

Too innocent just smiled and handed the puppet with red thread to Sheng Jiayan: "Hou Ye, Princess Laiyi's soul has been attached to the puppet by the poor way. This move can only control seven. After seven days, she will The soul will fly away. I also hope that after this time, Hou Ye will not be obsessed with it anymore. It is necessary to know that everything is like a mirror, and it is empty."

Sheng Jiayan held the puppet, and what was floating in his eyes was incredible.

That night, the puppets possessed by Meng Eqi were placed in Sheng Jiayan's room. When he was in his room, Meng Eqi was able to get out of the puppet and gasp. At this time, the figure at the door flashed and Sheng Jiayan was already standing at the door.

He was shocked and rejoiced.

"lush--"

He was afraid that she would go again this time, and quickly hurriedly walked past. Meng Haoqi didn't even see how he came, and he was already in his arms at the next moment.

"It's really you, it's you..." Sheng Jiayan buried her neck in her neck, and the force around Meng Eqi was getting tighter and tighter, but he was still happy: "It's good to see you again for seven days, so I won't end up." Also worth it."

Meng Haoqi spoke, trying to scold him not to talk nonsense, but found that the voice could not be made.

Sheng Jiayan didn't care at all, and Meng Eqi's so smart expression fell in his eyes, just like the strangers.

Meng Eqi's body was so cold that Sheng Jiayan picked her up and put it on the bed. Sheng Jiayan didn't dare to turn on the lights, fearing that her soul would be taken away by shock, so people made a room full of night pearls, and even put a bed head.

He gently embraced Meng Eqi, even if she didn't say a word, even if she was cold like a stone.

This time, his hands didn't pass through Meng Eqi's body anymore. Meng Eqi couldn't help feeling his heart, stretched out a hand, and slowly touched Sheng Jiayan's face.

Sheng Jiayan hugged her like a child again: "Yes, it's so cold."

Meng Yuqi was teased by his actions and could not help but sneer.

It turned out that Sheng Jiayan also had such a childish time.

She smiled and moved, Sheng Jiayan suppressed the thoughts for a long time, and then he bowed his head gently, and he had covered the red lips of Meng Eqi.

He kissed it with emotion, as if to eat all the rouge on her lips.

Meng Qiying struggled a little, he lightly held Meng Qiqi's hands, trapped her legs, and flicked her inch by inch. Meng Haoqi was stunned at first, but later could not help responding to Sheng Jiayan.

Sheng Jiayan's fingertips slipped to her abdomen, a slight pause, and tentatively asked: "Here..."