Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

After listening to it, Gao Lan said: "Really!? But after Liu Yin went away, didn't he refuse to show his face?"

Ruan took the comb in Gao Lan’s hand and smoothed her smooth black hair: “Sister, you think, you invited Sheng Gongzi under the name of Grand Master. Sheng Gongzi doesn’t know each other very well. Invited? You are different. You and Master Sheng—" Ruan took out a gilt butterfly hairpin and inserted it directly into Gao Lan's temples: "Does your friendship with Master Sheng need a slave-servant to know? Probably he already has This intention only hinders Meng Meng's face."

Gao Lan was extremely used by her remarks, and finally a few smiles appeared on the sour face.

"The Meng family is not just a slave-servant, but only a few of the good eyes of the grandson Sheng have been raised." Gao Lan coldly snorted: "Did you say something back there, the surname Meng could agree to go to the banquet?" "

Ruan hurriedly replied: "Mrs.'s message came over, and Meng has already agreed. Sister must rectify and rectify her by then, kill her, and ask her to know who is her future hostess."

Gao Lan touched the gold hairpin on her hair side to the bronze mirror, and smiled rather viciously: "This is natural, otherwise she thinks she can fly on the branch with a certain appearance."

"Sister Shengming."

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Over there, she stayed in his room after Sheng Jiayan explained everything. Lying on the side of the soft slump fiddled with the chessboard on the table, she picked up a round and clear chess piece made of white jade and squinted at the sunlight. Good condition and high price.

Um... It seems that Gao Gao is a bit too good for Sheng Jiayan? Meng Yuqi couldn't help but think of Sheng Jiayan's treatment these days, and the food and clothing are the best. Sheng Jiayan was vigilant and never accepted to wear it. Mo Chunfeng had to test the poison before eating.

But why is Gao Gao so good to him? Is it just because Sheng Jiayan is the distinguished guest of the shopkeeper Lin? Meng Xuqi couldn't figure it out, Fang Bao could see that Sheng Jiayan's identity was noble, and it was difficult for Kochi to see it.

So can he explain how good he is to Sheng Jiayan?

Meng Yuqi leaned over with a glance, and secretly looked at Sheng Jiayan holding a scroll of books after the book case.

Forget it, no matter what matters seem to be under the control of Sheng Jiayan, why should she bother about something? Meng 萋萋's boring fiddle with chess pieces, not much would actually fall asleep on the chessboard.

Just as she was sleeping, she seemed to hear who pushed the door in. It seemed to Dingchen and Mo Chunfeng, and Meng Yingqi was surprised to find that she could now hear people's footsteps.

Fainted, he only asked Dingchen to whisper to Sheng Jiayan: "A total of sixty-four people, do not keep alive?"

Sheng Jiayan said without thinking, "I told the San Niang very clearly in the letter, and she knew what to do."

Mo Chunfeng then said: "The flower banquet was arranged for the day."

I don’t know what Sheng Jiayan had instructed. To Dingchen Mo Chunfeng, the two of them nodded and said that they were going to retreat, and then walked to Meng Eju's side and paused to Ding Chen: "Do you want your subordinates to hug Ouqi go……"

Mo Chunfeng grabbed his ears and dragged him out, still whispering in a low voice: "Just what you say! Just what you do! There is a prince, what is you!"

By the time the door was closed again, Meng Eqi had fully awoke. But she still closed her eyes, aftertaste Sheng Jiayan's words just now.

She thinks that Sheng Jiayan will be with her every day, occasionally communicating with others, and the rest of the time will be correcting the accumulation of him. When I'm free, I'll tease myself. Sheng Jiayan's thousand-year-old coffin face is really quite flat. But in Meng's eyes, Sheng Jiayan will always be a leisurely look. According to legend, the four princes who hold the power to live and kill, and the regent king in the court, seem to be a wealthy son in the world in front of her.

Those slender, well-knit hands are nothing like blood. Meng Yuqi never knew that in every letter written by Sheng Jiayan in a light and windy way, it was very likely that it involved dozens of lives.

Meng Yuqi thought that Sheng Jiayan was just a casual letter, and it was very likely that it was a family letter?

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little chill.

At this moment, she felt a little more weight on her back.

Sheng Jiayan draped her blue outer garment over her and noticed that Meng Yuqi was not right. Sheng Jiayan paused and asked: "Are you shaking?"

Meng Wanqi rubbed his eyes as if he had just woken up and sat upright: "Maybe a little cold..."

As soon as she finished, Sheng Jiayan turned to close the window. Like his thoughtful approach, there were many and many before, all of which were concerned about the details. Meng Haocao thought that he felt a little better, and Sheng Jiayan might not be so terrible.

He turned back to Meng Eqi, Meng Eqi sat on the couch, Sheng Jiayan bent slightly, his narrow eyes looked into Meng Eqi's eyes: "There will be nothing for a while, do you want to go out and stroll?"

Meng Yuying dumbly responded: "Don't Gaofu read it all these days? There is nothing new about it."

"Mine is going to the market."

Meng Haoqi's eyes lit up immediately. But it was incredible to confirm again: "Really!?"

Sheng Jiayan nodded without thinking: "If you don't go, I'll go by myself?"

Meng Wanqi immediately pulled out his sleeve: "Go, go!"

Sheng Jiayan glanced a smile, and crouched down to put on the shoes for Meng Eqi. After he performed these actions in a cloud and water, Meng Haoqi was stunned, but Sheng Jiayan looked very ordinary, as if he had only done one of the most common things.

"What's the matter?" He saw Meng Wanqi still stunned.

"It's okay... It just feels that the prince is too kind to me..." Meng Eqiu lowered his head, and there was a suspicious blush on his cheek.

Sheng Jiayan said indifferently: "I didn't often do this before? If this is applauded, then you are too good to cheat."

Meng Wanqi raised his head in doubt: "We used to be like this before?"

"Of course." He looked serious. "You never called my lord in private before."

"So what do I call?"

Sheng Jiayan glanced at her and decided: "When she is angry, she will call her full name, and when she is happy, she will call Ayan."

Meng Haoqi swallowed hard and spit: "I am really so presumptuous!?"

It's unbelievable, so original is so arrogant? Dare to pluck hair on the tiger's buttocks, Meng Eqi expressed doubt.

"Not just wanton? We also slept on a bed together. You put your legs directly on me in the middle of the night. The snoring sounded and shouted and killed."

"What!? Is yours me? Lord, you're not mistaken, are you really me? Lord, don't go! Hey wait for me--"

Compared with the previous Liangzhou City, Youzhou City really adds a bit of southern soft spring. The prosperity level is also not unacceptable. The markets are lined with one after another, and the merchants are clamouring one after another, and people of different dresses are coming and going.

Sheng Jiayan, with Meng Eqi looking around, looking like a man and woman, Mo Chunfeng, and muscular, walking to Dingchen on the street is undoubtedly the most striking combination.

Meng Wanqi held a skewer of sugar in her left hand and secretly lifted her veil from time to time to take a bite. The move provoked Sheng Jiayan's dissatisfaction, and simply bought her a pig's head mask from a side stand, and directly replaced the veil, revealing a mouth with a tender and delicious color.

Mo Chunfeng held his smile for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say: "I have seen a book of words, which can describe the four of us."

"What is it?" asked Dingchen.

"Telling a monk, carrying a monkey, a pig, and a scumbag story. Now it seems that the prince is the monk, and I am the wise monkey. Of course, you are a monk. As for 萋萋-" Mo Chunfeng grinned badly, and attracted countless eyes around him: "Of course it is the pig."

Meng Haocao happened to hear this sentence, and turned back: "Mo Chunfeng, believe it or not, I pulled your tongue out!"

"Come on! Slightly, do you dare to pull you out!" Mo Chunfeng spit out his tongue, Sheng Jiayan heard a cold look at the movement, Mo Chunfeng almost bit his tongue.

Meng Hao snorted with pride, turned his head back and ignored him.

Mo Chunfeng murmured: "Fox is fake!"

Xiang Dingchen persuaded: "Knowing that the prince is protecting her, you still want to provoke her, who is so fool!?"

"Okay, your last name is Xiang, and you are now starting to ridicule me!" Mo Chunfeng gave a punch to Xiang Dingchen's chest.

Xiang Dingchen grabbed Mo Chunfeng's wrist: "As for you, this pink fist, I am not painful. It is quickly withdrawn and let others see that I think it is good to have Longyang."

The four found a Ruyi restaurant to sit in, ordered a few dishes, and looked out over the lively scene of the market through the window.

"Chen Feng Ding Chen, have I really been presumptuous before?" Meng Eqi still remembered what Sheng Jiayan described to her before, and simply asked the other two to prove it.

As soon as Mo Chunfeng heard this, his sleeves were filled with a surging momentum: "You are more than just wanton, you are almost riding on everyone's head and shit!"

Xiang Dingchen glared at the tiger's eyes: "The prince is still here.

"Yes, yes, I change the word. You just sent my grandmother Meng Meng to the ground when he was too old."

"I have a bad temper?" Meng Hao asked, cheering.

Xiang Dingchen and Mo Chunfeng nodded together.

"Don't I dare to call the lord's name?"

Xiang Dingchen and Mo Chunfeng nodded again.

Meng Hao hesitated for a moment: "I still snoring when I sleep, and my legs and feet are scattered?"

Xiang Dingchen just wanted to nod, and Mo Chunfeng slapped it on the back of his head. Mo Chunfeng looked at Sheng Jiayan's cold face with a smile: "How can we know that you don't sleep with us normally."

After he finished speaking, Sheng Jiayan's face was better, and he calmly picked up the tea cups, as if he didn't even notice their conversation.

"Before you lost your memory, you can cause trouble everywhere. This is not to hit the son of this family, but to push the sister of that family into the water. When you are troubled, you will hide in the house, and the prince did not wipe your **** for you."

Xiang Dingchen glanced at Mo Chunfeng again, and Mo Chunfeng understood: "Carefully, I will be civilized, and the lord has not taken care of these things for you."

Meng Xuqi glanced at Sheng Jiayan quietly: "Really?"

"It's true." Mo Chunfeng put a peanut in his mouth and put it in his mouth: "I remember one year, you went out well, and you came back with blood. The terrified Wang Ye thought you were hurt. Only later did you know that you were the blood of someone else. In order to save San Niang, you killed the old bustard and a few large nursing homes in Qinglou, a total of twelve people were almost killed."

"San Niang? Lu Sanniang?" Meng Haoqi frowned slightly, so she and Lu Sanniang were old acquaintances?

"Yeah. San Niang or you brought it back to the mansion, did you forget it? Yes, you have amnesia, what can you remember. This happened to Dali Siqing, and later Dali Siqing asked if it was the Regent's Palace I haven’t dared to pursue the matter any more, and it’s gone. There are people outside who say that the Regent has shielded his men from wounding with a knife. It took a long time for the matter to subside."