Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

"You blame me for the use, but I did not put the girl into the palace." Meng Haoqi glanced at Sheng Jiayan, who was calm and relaxed.

Sheng Jiayan, who received two sights, slowly raised her head and slowly said: "If it is not the spring breeze that has collected the benefits of others, I will swim in the ear of the draft, I will not arrange a family matter for him first."

Meng Xuqin choked, looking at Mo Chunfeng indignantly: "You let Sheng Jiayan draft!? You...you..."

Halfway through the conversation, she realized that she was in a hurry and shut her mouth. Contemptuously bowed his head: "You did it right."

Mo Chunfeng saw that Sheng Jiayan was noticed and immediately slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

In the following days, even if Sheng Jiayan did not, Meng Haqi could more or less hear the wind from the court. It is nothing more than which minister strongly recommends the Sheng Jiayan draft, or which minister let him marry a queen first.

From the morning of Mengqiqi, Sheng Jiayan had already gone to the morning. A moment later, there was a maidservant outside, and Zhao Yanran came.

Meng Haoqi slacked his curly hair: "But the emperor is not here, you let her come again later."

The maidservant whispered: "She is here to see you."

When Meng Hao combed her hair, what did Zhao Yanran look for her?

Since Zhao Yanran entered the palace, he was extremely honest. According to the woman who set her up, it must be that all kinds of martial arts are playing around Sheng Jiayan. After all, she has entered the palace, and the title of a concubine is just Sheng Jiayan's mouth.

But she was surprisingly honest and kept in her palace all day long, no one bothered.

I didn't expect to visit Meng Eqiu on my own initiative today, which was unexpected.

So Meng Haoqi didn't think about it, so people brought her in.

Zhao Yanran wore a crescent moon-white dress today, and embroidered several unopened water lilies with gold thread mixed with green thread at both ends of the cuff. Her curly hair was held in her ears and she was extremely gentle.

Not only was Meng Eqi looking at her, but in fact she was also secretly examining Meng Eqi.

Meng Eqi's dressing power is comparable to that of the emperor. She usually loves a red dress when she is in the palace and is no exception when she enters the palace. Sheng Jiayan was in charge of her, and even asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the palace to make a Fengxi peony skirt for her. And no matter how precious the few pearls on her body are, the ornament on her head can only be worn by the queen in the palace.

Although her eyes are not clear, her face is still amazing, not halved.

Zhao Yanran was uncomfortable in her heart, because she was compared with Meng Wanqi, she was just a forgotten maid.

The stars of Meng Eqi are not as good as the moon, nor are her flowers.

"Sister--" She bent her knees slightly, shouting respect to Meng Eq. Then she stood there weakly, seemingly difficult to say: "Actually, it is nothing else to come to see my sister today. It is reasonable that Yan should not bother her sister, but it gets deeper in winter, and my sister can't bear it. ..."

"what happened?"

Then she stretched out a pair of frostbite hands: "The younger sister can't stand the cold, the temple is cold and damp, and her colorful hands hurt so badly, she wants to ask her sister how many pieces of carbon fire."

Seeing her pale jade fingers covered with frostbite, Meng Wanqi felt a little shocked at the moment: "I'm not over, what do you need to be able to go directly to the Ministry of Internal Affairs? How could it be frozen like this!?"

After all, Meng Eqin was anxious to call Taiji.

Zhao Yanran quickly stopped and said, "Sister is not allowed. My sister's identity is embarrassing. It's a gossip to call the doctor. I also hope that my sister will allow me a few pieces of carbon fire, and this winter will be better. It's not that I haven't been there. The Ministry of Internal Affairs, but... they don’t have the words of their sisters, and they dare not use carbon fire casually."

Meng Xuqi didn't know that the Ministry of Internal Affairs would answer in this way, and thought that it would be fine to explain. When I think of Sheng Jiayan's worshipping high in the palace and stepping down with red, I'm afraid that's how it is now.

Immediately, she asked the close lady to take Zhao Yanran's maidservant to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and said that what Zhao Yanran wanted in the future, the Ministry of Internal Affairs must all agree.

Zhao Yanran thanked Shi Shiran and wanted to resign.

"It's always my fault that I'm sorry for you. I didn't arrange it properly." Meng Eqiu turned around and took out the plaster that was previously given by Sheng Jiayan, and handed it to her: "I will come directly to me later. "

Zhao Yanran was grateful, and said: "In fact, Yan Ran still has a relentless request. I also ask my sister to stand in front of me under the prince to see if I can let Yan out of the palace after the year. Although the life in the palace is good, but Loneliness, Her Majesty's mind is all on her sister. Yan Ran also wants to go outside the palace to ask for a wishful lord, so that he will live with his old age."

Meng Xuqi didn't expect that she would be like this. Some hesitated: "Have you thought about it?"

Zhao Yanran smiled softly: "Yan Ran has long wanted to understand, why not ask for things that are not available?"

Meng 萋萋 pursed his lips: "I will speak to the emperor for you, so you must see him."

Zhao Yanran nodded and retreated. Before leaving, she suddenly remembered something and asked, "I haven't seen San Niang for a few days. I don't know how she is doing. If your sister sees her, please give Yan Ran a good voice."

With such a reminder from her, Meng Haoqi remembered that she had not seen Lu Sanniang for a long time.

At the beginning Sheng Jiayan ascended the throne, and all the people in the palace entered the harem. Those maid secret guards who had been born and died for Sheng Jiayan all had notable official positions in the palace, except Lu Sanniang...

I haven't seen her since she returned to Beijing.

Just when Sheng Jiayan came back at night, Meng Yuqi asked him where Lu San Niang was.

Sheng Jiayan looked at her indifferently, and picked up a book at hand: "She didn't want to be restrained in the palace, so I let her go."

Meng 萋 blinked, suspiciously said: "Really? San Niang has no relatives and no reason to follow you from the beginning. She didn't abandon us at the difficult time when she was suppressed everywhere in the palace. Why did she leave now? "

"Don't ask," Sheng Jiayan put the books together: "How come you suddenly think of her?"

"It's nothing--" Meng Hae thought of Zhao Yanran's request and said: "Do you remember Zhao Yanran? Now she came to me and wanted to get out of the palace. If you haven't been going to give her a name, why not let her go The palace seeks benefactors."

Unexpectedly, Sheng Jiayan frowned, "Is she talking to you about Lu Sanniang?"

Before waiting for Mengqi's words, he immediately said again: "Zhao Yanran cannot be released from the palace."

"Why!?" When he rarely had such a strong attitude, Meng Yingqi asked closely: "You both ignored her and did not give her a name, leaving her there day after day. Was you dying for years?"

Sheng Jiayan gave her a cold look: "I don't know what she did with you. In short, she can't be released from the palace, even if she died in the palace."

Meng Wanying stared at him vigorously for a while, and then aired: "If you can't bear her, clearly give her a name! I'll bother you every day when I'm in the harem province!"

Sheng Jiayan ignored her angry words and read books on her own. Meng Hao was so angry that he went up and pulled out the book in his hand.

"Ravage!" Sheng Jiayan almost subconsciously said fiercely.

Meng 萋 sneered again and again: "Well, you are now the emperor, I am a slave-servant. I am wanton, I should be damn. I shouldn't control the emperor's ideas, I'm wrong!"

She turned her sleeves and turned away.

Sheng Jiayan reached out and dragged her away.

The palace maidservants who had witnessed all these things bowed their heads and dared not make a sound. Sheng Jiayan pressed his eyebrows with a headache.

"Don't chase it! Look at her."

"Yes..." The maidservants chased them out one after another.

After they left, Sheng Jiayan immediately passed on Mo Chunfeng.

Mo Chunfeng entered the door happily, and after seeing Sheng Jiayan covered with clouds on his face, he condensed his expression: "What happened to the emperor."

Sheng Jiayan said with a cold eye, "I can't wait any longer to pick Zhang Wenbo into the palace."

Mo Chunfeng didn't know what had happened, but when he saw Sheng Jiayan's face dignified, he had to leave the palace quickly at night and went to Zhangge's home.

On the second day, there was a serious incident in Central China. Someone sent a secret letter to the homes of the ministers. The letter clearly stated how the famous Meng House had passed the enemy and the treason in the past, and colluded with the princess in the palace to deceive the emperor. The most important thing is that the orphan of the Meng House is in the palace, and the letter points directly at Meng Eqi. The ministers asked to join forces to force Sheng Jiayan to impose heavy penalties on Meng Eqi to comfort the spirit of the first emperor.

Sheng Jiayan tried his best to suppress the public opinion, as long as the matter was thoroughly investigated.

He was waiting for Mo Chunfeng to bring Zhang Wenbo back, but Mo Chunfeng came back alone.

"Emperor!" Mo Chunfeng said stupefiedly: "When I went, Zhang Ge was already dead."

Sheng Jiayan pressed his eyebrows tightly, and everything suddenly deviated from his control.

In order to protect Mengqiqi, he had to first shut Mengqiqi in Fengyi Palace where the queen lived.

Meng Hao still remembered the sound of silence when the gate of Fengyi Palace was closed and the door of the temple was locked.

She stood in the yard, looking up at the gray man. The Middle East wind of the courtyard was like a knife, and her skirt was weakly raised in the wind.

The murderer who killed her old clan had not yet been found, and now the Meng family was again charged with passing the enemy and treason.

Presumably he has a headache...

Now that he is the emperor, many things can't help him.

There was a icy cold on Meng's face, and snowflakes flew down from above.

This year's early snow was like goose feathers, mixed in the cold wind, Bing Lingzi thumped on the rusty pain on the face.

"Sister..." Zhao Yan called out loudly outside the hall door.

Meng Haoqi stepped forward two steps, across the door: "You asked me to ask you something, I asked... He is not going to let you out of the palace, maybe he will give you a place in a few days, you go back and prepare . Don’t come to me again, it’s really not good to have a relationship with me at this time."

Zhao Yanran seemed to cry in a low voice: "Sister, you have to take care of yourself. In fact, I just knew where San Niang went. The emperor did not know what the reason was before she ascended the throne. She was executed... Now her grave is here. Buried in the back hill outside the capital, my sister..."