Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

The story of Meng Yong started in a rainy summer day eight years ago.

At that age, she was only fifteen or six years old. She and her family spent the summer in Yongzhou and stayed in the Meng Mansion in Yongzhou. At that time, the Meng family was not a well-known traitor, but a common royal merchant.

Meng Yong is arrogant and his temperament is only promise. This **** sat under the gallery and watched the pouring rain slide down the eaves, slightly fascinated, and did not know what to think.

"Why is my sister sitting here again," Meng Yong's maid-min came out of the house and saw Meng Yong sitting under the gallery, a trace of impatience flashed in her eyes: "The lady will see you again, and I want you to bring it with you The slaves were also punished."

Meng Yong stood up silently. She looked up and looked at the beautifully dressed girl in Jin Daiyin. She opened her mouth and wanted a few words from her, but in the end she turned her head into the room with nothing.

"Sister," in a moment, another girl from Meng Yong entered the park. Her skirt was covered with rain and mud spots. Green wiped the drops of water on her forehead: "The slaves have picked up the backyard."

It happened to be heard by Min that she couldn't help but ridicule: "No one lives in the backyard. What are you doing with it? You want to invite merit in front of your sister, and don't use your energy in the right place."

Green is a character that won't fight for it. When she saw Meng Yong shaking her head towards her, she kept silent.

Meng Yong said lightly: "I ordered her to clean up, because my father and mother haven't come to this house for a long time. I see the backyard has been deserted for a long time, so I let Green clean up and use it as a resting place. Usually, the elder brother and the second brother are tired, You can also sit in the pavilion in the backyard for a while.

Meng Yong all spoke, and Min was just deflated, no more talk.

Min never looked down on her master, feeling that she was weak and incompetent, and she was not smart at all. Just like tidying up the backyard, who should you tidy up? Mrs. Master doesn't care, what's the use of her performance? Take a look at the maidservant in the house of the young master and the younger master. They all have a better life than her. The maid beside her sister, no one is better.

Thinking of Min here, he felt a sigh of anger and ran out.

No one saw it, Meng Yong blocked the face behind the book, with a touch of joy and expectation that was hard to conceal.

It was night, not only did the rain not change, but it became more intense.

The storm slammed on the window lattice, but it could not affect the people in the house.

In front of the window is a mahogany wooden couch with brocade brocade, and a low table with eight immortals in the center, with seasonal fruits such as bergamot, loquat and tangerine.

****** Leaned on this couch, wearing only a home-made dark red inlaid watermark embellished jade shirt, born with a skin that wins the snow, curved eyebrows and cheeks, and exquisite bun combed meticulously. The tail is slanted with a phoenix swaying with grace and grace. At this time, ****** looked at the daughter sitting beside him, and there was nothing like the look in his eyes.

After all, she thought she was luxurious all her life, but she gave birth to such an uncompromising daughter, so humble and cowardly that she didn't seem to crawl out of her stomach.

****** The more and more impatient, just gently rub the edge of the cup with the lid, casually looking at the tea in the water.

"What the **** do you think? Don't you have to marry all your life? You look at your playmate Liu Lingyun, they climbed to Yingwuhou, and Mrs. Liu came to show off to me every day, wishing the whole Yongzhou knew her Liu family There is a Mrs. Hou. How about you? Meng Yong, you came out to give birth to your mother, can't you return bit by bit?"

Meng Yong bowed his head, and only promised: "My mother is, but Liu Da, who you let me marry, is really a vulgar generation. There are countless wives and concubines in the family, and her daughter was only the eighteenth concubine in the past. The days must be difficult, and even you and your father are ashamed."

****** Anxious: "You!" It is the same reason to think about it, and sighed: "Then who do you want to marry?"

Meng Yong bowed his head and said nothing.

****** A bitter-hearted persuasion: "Yong'er, you are almost sixteen years old now. A girl as old as you has already been a mother. You are still at home now. I don't want to marry. Are you going to be the last to be the laughing stock of Quan Yongzhou? Be an old girl who will always be married?"

Meng Yong bowed her head and said nothing, no matter how she persuaded her, even if it was intimidation and temptation, she stopped talking. ****** Familiar with her daughter's temperament, knowing that although she is usually cowardly, she is prone to bluntness.

Seeing nowhere, ****** held her forehead and waved her back.

Meng Yong was waiting for this moment. She quickly got up and pointed at the red bean cake on the table next to Mrs. Instructor: "Mother, I have been late for reading late at night, and I am always hungry. Can you take this red bean cake daughter? Go back some?"

****** The phoenix's eyes swept away, and it was a little sullen: "I don't want to marry someone, I am partial to reading. What's the use of reading so many poems?" ******** Let the maid beside her take red beans Wrap the cake and let Meng Yong take the red bean cake and hurried away.

Meng Yong retreated with satisfaction, and shook his head sighed: "My daughter, I am afraid that not only will we not be able to help our Meng family, but it will be a burden."

After Meng Yong returned to the room, the two maids were retreated together.

"It's going to be stormy tonight. I want to take a break early. You two can just go to the side room and rest, just don't have to wait in front of you anymore."

Green hesitated: "If there is no one around my sister..."

Min first turned around to go out, and did not forget to ridicule: "Sister has no need to keep people, you are still hesitating here."

After the two of them left, Meng Yong dressed himself lightly. She took a picture in front of the water, saw her eyebrow crescent moon, and water cut two pupils. A few petals were sprinkled in the basin, reflecting the surging water waves, and shining brilliantly. Meng Yong seemed to think of someone, and the waves in his eyes even worse. She lifted some water and patted her tender and smooth face. The reflection in the water spread with the ripples, making the pair of black jade-like eyes that were always hanging forever more agile at this time.

Meng Yong's hand is very clever, even if she does not need the help of the maidservant, she can put out a flower of her three thousand ink dreadlocks. I saw that she made her hair into a shape of several petals, and then fixed the hosta, and there was a white stamen in the ink-colored petals on the hosta. Wearing a light blue water cloud decorated with cherry blossom long skirt, a jade belt tied around the waist, more and more lined up, slender waist grip.

Meng Yong dressed properly and finally glanced in the mirror.

Hao Bairuxue's skin, clear pearl-like eyes, noble and glamorous, bright but not vulgar.

She tickled her lips with satisfaction.

In the book, the woman is pleased with herself, and she only knew today that what her predecessors were really.

Meng Yong waited until late at night before quietly pushing the door out, holding a bamboo umbrella, and walking towards the long abandoned deserted backyard with Yuwa.

The backyard of Meng's mansion has been deserted for a long time, because the people of the Meng family in this house rarely come to live. The reason why I live here this time is nothing more than ****** Suddenly thought of the house in Yongzhou and this house. They happened to be planning to go north to Beijing, so they wanted to stay in Yongzhou and wait until Xia had passed.

Meng's population is not large, and the Meng family's master did not bring his wife and concubine out. So this time, only Meng Lang, Mrs. Leng and Meng Yong lived in this house. Since the backyard was long deserted, no one thought to take care of it. I don’t live for long anyway. This house will be sold after the fall.

When they first came in, the backyard had been left unattended for a long time, and it had already fallen on the ground. The abandoned pond in the yard is also full of dry lotus. In the backyard where only the rain can be heard, only Meng Yong quietly stepped across the puddle.

She walked across the promenade to an abandoned room, looked left and right, pushed the door and walked in.

"Ziyong, you are here." The young man's voice came from inside. Meng Yong heard it, and his steps became lighter.

She carried the basket on the table, walked inside, and watched the teenager in white leaning on the couch, smiling quietly in her direction. It was just a black cloth wrapped around the boy's eyes.

Zi Yong is the name of the girl she lied to, the name of the boy... called Zhou Xing.

Meng Yong took the red bean cake and put it in his palm. Zhou Xing picked it up and took a sip, slowly smiling: "Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few will come out in spring."

Meng Yong felt happy, she knew that Zhou Xing understood her thoughts.

So he slowly wrote in the palm of Zhou Xing: just like it.

Zhou Xing shook his head and smiled slowly: "We two, one can't see, one can't. But you are very fragrant today, is your sister allowed you to come out?"

Meng Yong felt guilty for a while, and only wrote in his palm: you asked my sister, did you treat her...

Before she finished writing, Zhou Xing held her in one hand: "Are you going to mention her infrequently? I just think about when she can make you free to come to me. Just like this red bean cake, you take it seriously I thought I was greedy for this sweet..."

Zhou Xing was gradually approaching Meng Yong. Meng Yong stared at her eyes, and when Zhou Xing kissed her lips, she hadn't responded.

The happiness added in the first sixteen years of life is less than the joy brought to Meng Yong at this moment, her sweetheart is in sight. At this time, all the rules and regulations she learned from her were left behind, and she just wanted to immerse herself in the **** and let herself sink, even if only for a short moment.

After some rain and rain, Meng Yong shrank in Zhou Xing's arms, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, but the interior was as warm as spring. Zhou Xing lovingly hugged her: "Zi Yong, why are you a woman like that?"

Meng Yong was stunned for a while, and he didn't know how to explain, so he pretended not to understand and talk.

"When I return to the capital, I will send someone to pick you up." Zhou Xing dropped a fine kiss on her forehead and gave a distant promise.

Meng Yong hesitated for a while, and finally wrote a word: Okay.