Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

"Weekly! Weekly..." Tears flowed across her numb cheeks, like a stiff piece of wood. Meng Yong only felt that the five internal organs and the six internal organs were repeatedly stir-fried in the oil pan over and over again, with a heartache to the extreme, twists and turns, knotted tongue, and spit out broken words. Even the dead air that rushed over above Nether Huangquan seemed very sharp.

In the end, Meng Yong spewed out a heart and blood, and then faced like gold paper, planting the endless thick black straight.

I don't know how long it has passed. Meng Eqi sat on the table, playing a group fan leisurely, waiting for Meng Yong on the bed to wake up. In the end, Meng Eqi felt that the time was almost running, so she pinched a trick. The sweet and soft peach mist fragrance flowed along her fingers to Meng Yong lying on the bed. The wick on the table peeled off, the room The inside seemed to be covered with nothing, only the moonlight rippling, seemed to have no ankles.

Meng Yingqi stood up and walked to Meng Yong's side, a cold light of Jin Can entered Meng Yong's eyebrows.

Meng Yong woke up wandering, her eyes filled with confusion and sorrow. She seemed to have never woke up, and she kept muttering: "Week..."

Meng Wanqi covered her forehead with a palm: "Don't read it, it's all a dream."

Meng Yong was revived by her record. First, she was shocked, and she knelt on the bed and kept knocking at Meng Yingqi: "I don't know which fairy you are. I have offended you before. It is Meng Yong. No, please raise your hand and spare Zhou Xingyi's life. He is the emperor of Liang, and the world can't be without him. If you really want to blame, take my life!"

Meng Haoqi played with his hair tips, and his dark black hair was wrapped around his jade-like fingers, coated with a layer of melting moonlight.

"Who wants your life!?" Meng 萋 looked at her funny: "You are asking for the help of the gods, now we have helped you, but you refuse to admit it. But we are not trying to force you to us Thank you Dade, just because we haven’t finished processing yet, so we need your help. As long as you agree, Zhou Xing’s life will remain the same. If you don’t agree, you will have to take the life of Zhou Xing when someone breaks the country. , All we can do is wait for Zhou Xing to die, and put him together in Yincao Difu."

Meng Yong looked at her in shock, Xu Yu, Meng Yong nodded slowly.

Meng 萋萋 smiled, approached: "I will ask you again, do you recognize me?"

Meng Yong took a deep breath: "Recognize that you are the one who belongs to me... the goddess."

Meng Yuqi was not very satisfied with the title of Goddess, but she didn't care at all, only said: "This time, we are going to take a person. But we can't stay too long. In these two hours, you Want to cooperate with me completely, okay?"

Meng Yong panicked, what he was looking for. Meng Yuqi seemed to have guessed her thoughts and explained: "It's not Zhou Xing, but your master, Jing Fan."

Meng Yong frowned slightly: "It's him? Master Jing has been very fond of Zhou Xing recently. I don't know what you want to do to him?"

Whenever Zhou Xing is involved, Meng Yong is always very vigilant.

Meng Wanqi sighed slightly: "If I am right, Jing Fan is a very dangerous character. His purpose is to let this dynasty decline, so he can't stay with Zhou Xing, we have to take him away. But he has a spell , So we need your help in order not to frighten the snake."

Meng Yong's eyes were obviously hesitant.

Meng Wanqi had a deep headache. She thought Meng Yong had changed a bit. She didn't expect that she was still so weak in her bones. She was hesitant to deal with things related to Zhou Xing. Meng Hao had to force her again.

"If you don't agree, when he does something to Zhou Xing in the future, you can stop asking us."

"I promised." Sure enough, as soon as this remark came out, Meng Yong responded immediately.

Meng Xuqi smiled deeply, and the plan brewing in her mind had already begun halfway through.

In a place where they couldn't see, in the vast moonlight, a man was hiding behind the forest and staring closely at Meng Yong's room.

Jing He looked at the serious face of the master and could not help asking, "Master, what are you looking at?"

Jing Fandao: "Divine Light."

"Shenguang?"

Jing Fan pursed his lips, but did not go on.

The so-called divine light is nothing but a spiritual light that the gods occasionally inspire to some mortals. Ordinary people are invisible, and those who can see must be some people who have cultivated their behavior. Jing Fanben thought that the unknown fairy in Meng Yong had left, and now he must be back.

Jing Fan's eyebrows moved, and in the end nothing came, and Jing He was hidden in the darkness.

...

On the second day, the Dragon Boat Race was held as usual.

The banquet was full of joy, the crowd was full of wine and ears, and the dragon boat downstairs came to cheer suddenly, and the sage society has selected the leader.

The leader of the Sai Shi Association is a talented young man with a promising future. The ladies all stretched their necks, looked downstairs, and saw two internal ministers coming up to report: "The Queen Mother, the head of this year's poem society is Jinling, Yang Shaoan."

Meng Yong said with a smile: "Jinling people are outstanding, and there are talents coming out. Bring me to see."

The concubine casually picked up the glass: "Why don't it be rude to take this man with a man in this house full of women?"

Meng Yong didn't want her to come out to sing again. All eyes were on her face. She really made her faceless and sneered: "Although there are women, but there are also princes and grandchildren. They are all my pilgrims. Why should they be restrained?"

"Otherwise." The concubine put down her glass and stared at her: "Although there are men in Qionglou Yuyu, all of them are relatives and relatives, my sister hastily brought the head of the leader. If the person is mischievous, what should I do?"

Meng Yong's face was cold for another point: "The leader of the poem society, but I am a talented person, but the younger sister is arrogant about what is wrong, is it not chilling?"

The concubine sneered twice: "Sister really misunderstood me. Yesterday, the attack on her sister Lin Zhong was still vivid, and the sister was just cautious."

The concubine was so aggressive, Meng Yongqi stood behind Meng Yong as a maid, and she quickly pulled a Meng Yong shirt. Meng Yong had no choice but to suppress his anger and said, "That's it, I'm instructed to go on and reward him with three hundred and two silvers.

Seeing this battle, the concubines, in the end, the concubine won, secretly gave each other a glance, living in the palace, only know how to judge the situation, in order to protect themselves.

The concubine smiled contemptuously and said indifferently: "Thank you sister."

"Sister, you don't have to be polite." Meng Yongpi tickled the corner of his mouth with a smile, and his tone was sour.

"Downstairs are all things that men play. It's not interesting. Let's just ask the girls to come up to write poetry. What about your sister?" The concubine said Yan Yan with a smile, looking at Meng Yong.

"It's rare that my sister has such leisurely elegance," the queen wrote, and then turned her head to order, "Go, bring all the ladies who came here this time."

"Yes."

The women heard the call of the Queen Mother and knew that they were going to "Sai Lan". They all sorted out their dresses and skirts carefully, thinking they must take more orchids, and don't be ugly in front of everyone.

Meng Eqi's eyes dribbled, she didn't know where Sheng Jiayan went to investigate the situation. I only know that even Jing Fan didn't see him at this moment.

Knowing Meng Yongqi's ideas, Meng Yong smiled and said, "In the past years, our girls wrote poetry, all of them were judged by the civil servants of Wenyuange, but then they will be passed on in a hurry. The listening master is not only good at divination, but also very proficient in writing and writing. Why not ask him to come out and judge, what do you think?"

As soon as Meng Yong's words came out, the busy concubine and nobles echoed, "Yes.

Meng Yong waited for the concubine to speak, and instructed: "Go, please ask Master Jing to come up!"

When Jing Fan came, he also brought his apprentice Jing He. The concubine seemed to be more familiar with them. She smiled and said, "I haven't seen Qu He for a few days, I don't know what you are doing. Just looking at your master Walked in and out of the palace without seeing you very much."

"But still studying in the school, the lady of the labor hangs down." Jing He answered politely, but Meiyu was a little alienated.

Meng Haoqi listened but strange, Qu He? When did Jing He change her name, and how did she seem to be familiar with the name Qu He? It seemed that she had heard it before.

Meng Yong said: "Sit all, invite you here today, but want to be an examiner for the girls."

Jing Fan looked good. Several ladies saw his blush on both cheeks, and his eyes were sentimental. The poems were the most expressive. The problem-solving was not only to win flowers, but also to take advantage of the opportunity to communicate with each other. Many boudoirs wanted to take this opportunity to get ahead in front of Jing Fan.

Meng Eqi was a little far away from Jing Fan, and while everyone was watching the topic, he quietly passed to Jing Fan. With her hands behind her back, she grasped the tactics. Without knowing it, Jing Fan stared at the painting in front of him. In the painting, the moon stars are sparse, the mountain road is rugged, and a huge peach tree is all in the painting.

Jing Fan was slightly fascinated, not knowing what he was thinking, his expression was a little complicated.

While he is now distracted, it is a good opportunity for Meng Eqi to catch him alive! Meng 萋 raised his hand, his eyes sharpened fiercely, he was about to pinch Jujue to read the mantra, but he was suddenly pushed behind.

She couldn't avoid it and planted it, and the trick of pinching instantly hit Jing Fan's apprentice Jing He.

At that moment, countless golden lights poured out of Jing He, as if the human skin had been cut by Meng Eqi, Jing He fell down straight as if he were dead.

Jing Fan, who was pulled back by this divine light, suddenly turned back, and everyone could not see the light, but he could see it.

Jing He suddenly fainted, causing panic among the ladies.

Everyone screamed and screamed, and Meng Eqi couldn't avoid it and was just seen by Jing Fan.

Jing He's life soul was held by Meng Eqi in his hand, and Jing Fan's face stood up in an instant, and flew towards Meng Eqi in the direction.

Meng Yongqi backed off again and again, hiding behind Meng Yong, Jing Fan still wanted to chase, Meng Yong saw his terrifying look, shouted: "Master Jing! What are you going to do!"

This sound made Jing Fan awake, and he was only a few feet away from the queen. As long as he stepped closer, the guards around the guard would stabb him to death.