The screen was removed at this time, and Sheng Jiayan was dressed neatly and looked at her indifferently. That look seems to ask: why are you here
When the secret thing was discovered, Meng Qiqi forced a smile and said, "Your Majesty, I suddenly want to admire the moon here, would you mind?"
Sheng Jiayan looked at the dim sky outside the window, and was about to mock him, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Meng Qiqi's legs, where faint blood was already seeping out of the skirt. He bent down with his hands on his knees, looked at her, and a flat voice sounded: "What's wrong with your legs?"
Meng Eqi silently hid the hairpin behind her back: "It's a little broken, it's fine."
"Let me see." Sheng Jiayan rolled up her trouser legs almost without thinking.
Meng Eqi quickly grabbed his wrist. If Sheng Jiayan saw the wound, he would have known that he had pierced it. Then, if she quarrels in the future, what face does she have to win? Isn't she going to be ridiculed by him all the time!
"Your Majesty, don't bother, let me sit here for a while, and it will stop."
Sheng Jiayan glanced at her, and withdrew his hand calmly. He looked indifferent again. He stood up and walked to the table: "Well, this king still has business affairs, you can do it yourself."
After that, he really concentrated on correcting the memorial, Meng Qiqi sat on the ground and pretended to look at the dark sky for a while, and finally stood up unbearably: "I—"
Sheng Jiayan raised his eyes and asked bluntly, "Hungry?"
Meng Eqi was about to go home, but when he asked, he turned a corner.
"Ah, I seem to be a little hungry, do you have anything to eat, Your Majesty?"
"Have."
Sheng Jiayan gave a light high-five, and a servant came in with delicate cakes. So, Meng Qiqi nibbled on the cakes in the dark, and after eating a plate, she stretched her stomach round and was panting and rubbing when she suddenly found Sheng Jiayan looking at her.
She scratched her head, inexplicably nervous: "What are you looking at?"
"The wound is still bleeding. If it is not treated in time, it will become infected." Sheng Jiayan squatted down in front of Meng Eqi, rolled up his sleeves, put her leg on his knee, and took off her shoes. socks.
Meng Qiqi wondered, "Is it also possible for gods to be infected?"
Sheng Jiayan didn't answer, just grabbed Meng Qiqi's small feet and lifted her skirt without changing her face! Then she quickly rolled up her silk trousers!
"Why are you rolling up my pants!?" She sneered.
Sheng Jiayan paused and asked, "Could it be that you want me to tear it up?"
Meng Qiqi: "..."
look! have a look! Is Hades playing a hooligan to me!
Meng Eqi struggled to withdraw her leg, but the xie clothes she had stolen earlier slipped out of her arms.
Sheng Jiayan glanced at it, and Meng Eqi hurriedly pretended to be in pain: "Oh my leg hurts."
Sheng Jiayan gave her medicine in a leisurely manner, and said by the way: "What troubles have you had recently? You can tell this king, maybe this king can still share with you."
Meng Eqi glanced at him faintly, would you like a pair of pants from you
"Okay." Sheng Jiayan used a bandage to tie a symmetrical bow on her leg, and didn't forget to ask, "Are you still ready to admire the moon?"
"No reward!" Meng Qiqi limped towards the door.
"Amen—"
"What else is there!"
"This king's clothes are still in your hands."
"... Such a big person can't even wash his clothes. I'll take it back to His Majesty to wash it again!"
Sheng Jiayan leaned lazily by the door, looking at Meng Eqi who was fleeing, a playful smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.