Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

A woman as beautiful as Meng Eqi, even though her side face was stained with blood, but under the lingering moonlight, she was still as beautiful as hell. The people catching up behind saw Meng Eqi's face. In a flash, Wan Lai was silent, and everyone could only hear each other's heavy gasps.

A feather arrow broke through the silence of the mountain, and the night owl fluttered in the woods, fluttering with his wings and flew away.

The man closest to Meng Haoqi had been penetrated by the arrow feathers. He had no time to react, only widening his eyes, and then planted straight.

Fang Bao's figure on a brown horse appeared not far behind them, only to see him in Zhuyi, his eyes were dazzling like stars in the night, he held up his bow and arrow: "Catch them all alive, I am rewarded!"

As soon as his voice fell, the black shadow flashed in front of him, and Sheng Jiayan had already flew away.

"The surname is Sheng! You are despicable!" Fang Bao shouted and ran after the horse.

Behind them were dozens of guards, all holding torches and taking pictures of the mountains like the day.

This group of strong men did not expect that tying a Gao Lan could attract so many people. They were not professional. Now they are like ants on a hot pot. Seeing the death of two brothers, one of them led his red eyes: "His mother! Fight with them, grab this lady, brothers may still have to go back!"

Hearing this sentence, Meng Haoqi was too busy to stand up and limped forward to escape.

She dragged her sloppy orange skirt and fled under the moonlight. With the determination to fight hard, the strong men are about to hold Meng Eqi in their hands as hostages, and they are desperately chasing and chasing. After Sheng Jiayan stepped on the cloud to chase the moon, she did not carry any weapons.

They were chased to the edge of the cliff by Meng Haoqi, and then stepping forward was the bottomless abyss. She slammed her feet, and the stones she kicked rolled down the cliff. The night wind on the cliff was quite strong, and her skirt rolled up like a fragile yellowbird in the middle of the night.

A total of five strong men chased behind Meng Wanqi, and the two at the end turned back to resist Sheng Jiayan's pursuit.

Sheng Jiayan's body is extremely fast, and he hits the blade in the hands of the gangster with his fists and feet. In a blink of an eye, the two strong men had been knocked to the ground, howling with their wrists. Sheng Jiayan picked up a long knife on the ground with his toes and held it in his hands.

Meng Eju was forced to the edge of the cliff by the three strong men. Sheng Jiayan lifted his foot to block the strong man in front of him and kicked off the cliff, then immediately reached out to gather Meng Eqi, protecting her and fighting back. His attack on Xuan Sang hunted in the wind, which was the most intense figure in Meng Eqi's eyes at this time.

at this time! Just before Sheng Jiayan broke his wrist, he didn't know when he had climbed up and rushed towards Sheng Jiayan with a knife.

Meng Yuqi was held in the arms of Sheng Jiayan, and he saw the scene truly.

She pushed Sheng Jiayan away, and she took two steps back, thinking that the knife would be sturdily cut on her body, but the gangster's wrist pain probably made him weak. He rushed violently, but stepped on a stone, so that the soles of his feet slipped, and the whole person greeted the ground with his face like a dog, and the person who fell immediately did not climb up again, as if fainting.

He didn't fall tightly, but Meng Eqi didn't catch up, and planted it backwards in a rather elegant posture.

Sheng Jiayan's eyes were fast, and she grabbed her ankle, and Meng Eqi only took hold of the falling trend. She was frightened and screamed, and the wind blowing from the bottom of the cliff slipped from her trembling teeth into her internal organs. This thrilling scene made Sheng Jiayan's face suddenly white.

Only a slight crunch of bones was heard, and a sudden pain came from Meng Eqi's already injured ankle. Sheng Jiayan grabbed her ankle with one hand and clasped the cliff edge tightly with one hand.

Meng Haoqi hung her head down, her feet up in a singular posture, and the pain in her ankle made her tears. She felt that the night wind at the bottom of the cliff mixed her tears with her nose: "You let go Me! Let me die!"

Sheng Jiayan was holding on to it, and he didn't even let go. Not only that, he even wanted to try to pull Meng Erqi's ankle up.

Meng's painful tears flowed turbulently: "Trouble to a trouble..."

Seeing that the timing was good, the strong man raised his knife and slashed again to Sheng Jiayan's hand on the edge of the cliff.

Fortunately, this time Fang Bao’s arrow finally shot through the thief’s body again, only to hear him scolding as he steered the horse: "Even if you shoot a few arrows crookedly, it must be that your arrow cluster is not doing well. Weight! I folded myself in the air!"

Therefore, Sheng Jiayan finally had the opportunity to pull Meng Hao up.

When Meng Eqi was pulled up, she almost died of pain, and Sheng Jiayan pressed her face to her chest, not allowing Fang Bao to take a second look.

"The surname is Sheng, you're wrong. Anyway, it's the one we saved together. I have to see how Meng Meng is!" Fang Bao was very dissatisfied with seeing Meng Wanqi not even struggling in his arms.

Sheng Jiayan hugged Meng Eqi, and strode the meteor away: "So, Sister Gao will leave it to you to invite you back to ask for credit."

Then he threw Meng Wanqi into the carriage brought by Mo Chunfeng, and gave a scolding to Dingchen, and the two horses stepped away quickly, bringing a burst of sand and gravel.

Fang Bao looked at the wagon going away, and then looked at Gaolan who was staring at him pitifully.

He took a hard sip: "What's this called!"

In the carriage, Sheng Jiayan just wanted to touch Meng Eqi's ankle to check the injury, and Meng Eqi made a pig-like howling.

She lay on the car and shed tears, chanting, "I'm afraid it's going to be scrapped..."

This sentence made Sheng Jiayan laugh a little, Mo Chunfeng handed over the hot and humid veil at the right time, Sheng Jiayan took it, moved Meng Eqi's head to his knees, and began to give her a little serious Wipe the tears and nose from the cheeks.

"You can't use it. It doesn't matter if you miss one foot."

The hot and humid Phrae and Sheng Jiayan's gentle strength made Meng Eqiu feel a lot. Sheng Jiayan gave Mo Chunfeng a look when she didn't notice the ankle. Mo Chunfeng then faded away Meng Yingqi's shoes and socks. Her toes felt cold, and she shrank back, immediately raising her head and vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

Mo Chunfeng spread his hands together: "Are you abandoning one foot? Of course I am helping you to bone."

Meng Hao looked at him suspiciously: "Just you? Can you do it..."

Mo Chunfeng snorted with a smile: "Are you afraid you don't know? I'm so good at the bone-bonding. I used to take the bones in the king's palace..." Mo Chunfeng gave a meal and thought for a while: "Really not, you're afraid of being the first One."

Even if Meng Hao was not happy, he shrunk his legs fiercely and pulled up a sharp pain, so he was crying again and again.

Sheng Jiayan held her shaking head, and his cold fingertips touched Meng Eqiu's forehead, only to hear that he was kind of spoiled and said: "A Meng, you are so nonsense, reminds me of your youth At the time, I threatened to marry me, I shouldn’t, you just lay on the ground crying.”

Meng Haoqi listened to these words, like Wu Lei Bangping. She could hardly imagine that she was so shamelessly begging Sheng Jiayan to marry herself, and immediately said: "Really!? I really did!"

As soon as I finished asking, I heard the familiar bone sound again. Mo Chunfeng clapped his hands and said, "Once you pick it up, I will, I'm not bragging about bone-boning."

Under Meng's surprise, he moved his ankle, and it was no longer painful.

She looked at Sheng Jiayan, who was also looking at her.

I am afraid that what he just said is just to divert his attention... Even if he has amnesia, there can never be such a courage.........

Meng Wanqi was very unsure whether he had done such a thing or not, and only frowned and looked at Sheng Jiayan's eyebrows suspiciously.

Mo Chunfeng poured a cup of tea to drink his mouth, and then said cruelly: "Fortunately, it's okay, otherwise they'll be cut off! Are the Zhao family really so daring? Isn't it so eloquent? The daughter of the prefecture of Youzhou, Zhao's family is not in the eyes? Actually want to live sacrifice."

Sheng Jiayan's face sank: "Concubine Zhao in the palace, when the emperor has a sudden illness, she is always on her side, even the queen has no such honor. Do you have the courage of the Zhao family?"

Mo Chunfeng sneered: "Whether the Zhao family or the Gao family is afraid that it is not a good thing. This time it is not bad that the two factions can pick them up."

Sheng Jiayan glanced sideways, and Mo Chunfeng muttered.

Meng luxe's ​​feet didn't hurt at this time, so he felt dizzy. Pillowing on Sheng Jiayan's knee, he was half asleep and asked: "What is a living sacrifice?"

"It's a living sacrifice. I'm afraid that Zhao's idea is Yin marriage." Sheng Jiayan lifted the corner of the car and looked at the direction of the moon.

"Yin Marriage?" Did the Zhao family plan to bury Gao Lan alive and send him to the prefecture to become a relative of Zhao Changrong? No wonder the Fangcai group of strong men Zhao family refused to send it to the government. This is the reason...

The carriage drove into Youzhou City, it was almost late at night, and the sound of the beater came from two streets.

Gaofu was brightly lit, and Mrs. Gao leaned on the Taishi chair and pressed her eyebrows, with a few tears in the corners of her eyes. There was a maid beside her to follow her heart.

"Master!" Mrs. Gao looked tearfully at Gao Xian, who was walking around in the hall with a thoughtful face, and said in a hateful tone: "The Zhao family is too deceiving, and today Laner will be able to tie Lan'er. Will he want our Gao family tomorrow? Life up and down! Zhen'er had just entered the official career, and they had such a bad heart. How can I be relieved? Today was discovered. If it was not found, wouldn't Laner really want to give that short life Zhao Changrong's funeral!"

Gao Xian was upset, and after listening to his wife’s words, she was impatient at the moment: "Do you think I don’t want them to give a law? Princess Zhao is really too favored in the palace now--" He looked around and pressed down Voice: "The emperor is not dead yet, can't move!"

Mrs. Gao shook her sleeves: "Don't you communicate with the nobles in Beijing on weekdays, don't think I don't know! That's clearly..."

"Shut up!" Gao Xian glared fiercely: "You woman, can't get bored?"