happy match? Where is the good relationship between her and Sheng Jiayan, why didn't she see it.
Not only that, but she also felt that Sheng Jiayan owed her something in her previous life, that she would occasionally be dragged down by herself in this life, and she had to solve a lot of trouble for herself. Thinking about it this way, I feel that this is not a good fate, it is clearly a bad fate!
Meng Qiqi was thinking seriously, and didn't even think about the word **** at all.
Seeing her expression, Mrs. Lin could only lament in her heart that this girl Meng is extremely beautiful, but her brain is not very bright. Poor Young Master Sheng, he almost wrote the words "like" on his face.
That's all, it's still up to them to toss about the matter of the generation.
The words were over, and Mrs. Lin was also about to get up to say goodbye. Just at this moment, the maid came to report, and it was Wei Chuhua.
Wei Chuhua was still wearing gorgeous clothes, as if the Yangmingshan time did not affect her mood at all. A light blue long skirt with cherry blossoms embellished with water and clouds, with a jade belt tied around her waist, made her curl more and more, and she held her slender waist. Four golden hairpins were placed symmetrically on her high bun, which was so luxurious, which was completely in line with her usual style.
When she saw Meng Qiqi, there was a trace of unnaturalness on her face. Seeing Meng Qiqi staring at her in a daze, Wei Chuhua said impatiently, "You didn't even ask me to sit down?"
Meng Qiqi suddenly woke up from her dream, and said quickly, "Sit down, do you want some tea, Miss Wei?"
Wei Chuhua knew that she was making fun of herself, so she put on a pretense and said, "That's not necessary." She was waiting for Meng Eqi to chat with her, but this guy just played the cards out of common sense. Meng Eqi saw that she stopped talking, Unexpectedly, he started to sprint like no one else.
"..." Wei Chuhua suppressed his irritable temper: "Meng Qiqi, can't you show the appearance of a woman?"
"I'm like this... don't I look like a woman?" Meng Eqi finished, pulled off his collar and glanced inside, consciously in good shape, and didn't look like a man.
Wei Chuhua felt a sigh of relief in his chest, and wished he could open Meng Qiqi's head to see what was inside. She remembered the purpose of coming here, took a deep breath, and asked the maid behind her to present things: "You have had a disease before, so you can't remember anything. I happen to have this thousand-year-old ginseng in my family. It's the treasure my father enshrined in the ancestral temple, and I took it out on purpose. Don't think I came here to thank you, I just see that you don't remember a lot of things for no reason, and I feel sorry for you. "
She dutifully said, and pushed the long box with ginseng in front of Meng Eqi.
Meng Qiqi opened the ink-colored long box, and there lay a ginseng that almost had a vague human shape. But…
"Isn't ginseng generally used to prolong life?" Meng Qiqi asked suspiciously.
Wei Chuhua paused and felt that it was indeed the case. She stole the ginseng from the ancestral temple. Apart from this, she couldn't think of how she could help Meng Qiqi, but she felt that since Meng Qiqi was injured and could lose her memory, it must not be a disease, so she felt that ginseng could also solve it.
So she pretended to be calm and said: "This is a brain supplement, isn't it just right for you?"
Meng Eqi frowned, wondering if she should nod her head in agreement. After all, Wei Chuhua is right, he does have memory loss, but it sounds weird to make up his brain...
"That's good! Since it's your kindness, I'll accept it. Thank you Chuhua."
"嘁—" Wei Chuhua pretended to be careless and cut off, still very satisfied: "Can you cook? Otherwise, I'll ask my maid to help you."
Meng Qiqi nodded, handed the box to the maid behind Wei Chuhua, and asked worriedly, "Is this really okay? Does it really work and help me remember some things from the past?"
Wei Chuhua, a dear sister, doesn't know what ginseng can do, she only knows that it is a baby. She gave it all away, and she couldn't let Meng Eqi look at her, so she patted her chest to make sure she had a ticket, and added some things she heard from her: "Back then, that Li Shilang's daughter stuck her tongue out. A mouthful of ginseng soup will make you come back to life immediately. You can save your life, not to mention your brain defect."
"... Pay attention to the words, I am amnesia."
While the two were waiting for the ginseng to boil, Wei Chuhua and Meng Eqi chatted from the grounds to the ground, from the garden in the Wei residence to the concubine in the palace. In the evening, the ginseng soup was finally cooked.
The rain outside is not only not there, but it is getting heavier and heavier.
Meng Qiqi took the bowl of Huang Chengcheng's soup and tasted it under Wei Chuhua's nervous eyes.
"How is it!?" Wei Chuhua asked, "Did you remember anything?"
Meng Eqi frowned and slapped her mouth, then shook her head: "No."
"It must be that you drank too little! Drink it all." Wei Chuhua was impatient. At this moment, she was even more eager to see the result than Meng Eqi to prove that she was not lying.
Meng Eqi obediently drank all the concentrated essence of the thousand-year-old ginseng, but still couldn't think of anything, but a fire started to burn in her stomach.
"Chuhua, why do I think I'm a little hot?" Meng Eqi felt her chest burning hot, and unbuttoned her shirt impatiently.
Seeing her blushing face, Wei Chuhua stretched out a hand to touch it, only to withdraw in fright for a moment: "It's so hot!"
"Can't your ginseng be fake!?"
"How come!" Wei Chuhua glanced at the maid behind him with sharp eyes: "Are you sure that you are the one who cooks ginseng, no one else?"
The maid was startled, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "It's all the servants who handled it alone, and no one else has ever touched it. Besides, Miss Meng's symptoms don't seem to be drinking fake ginseng soup, but rather like drinking too much... You must know that ginseng is a great tonic for people who are not weak."
"Drinking too much?! Then why didn't you remind me just now!" Wei Chuhua said angrily, "Is it too much for just one bowl?"
"Slave... The servant reminded me." The maid had a bitter face: "But you laughed so hard with Miss Meng just now that you didn't listen to what the servant said. Don't look at this bowl, it's a big supplement. The thousand-year-old ginseng of the fire, sister..."
After hearing this, Meng Eqi only felt that her three souls and seven souls were all hot and scattered, and she hurriedly said, "Go and help me carry a bucket of cold water!"
Wei Chuhua was a little panicked, and hurriedly asked the maid to fill Meng Eqi's indoor tub with cold water. Meng Qiqi sullenly went in, soaked for a long time, and his face was still scary red.
Wei Chuhua was afraid that she might get sick because of this. She wanted to break her head and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Wait, I'll call Master Sheng, he must have a solution!"
After that, she hurried out with her maid, leaving Meng Qiqi lying in the tub alone and wailing.
When Sheng Jiayan entered, he saw this scene.
Meng Eqi was wearing a wet white towel on her head, her face burning like a sunset, and she didn't forget to be silly when she saw him coming.
"I didn't mean it, I just wanted to thank her for giving her ginseng, and I don't understand it myself..." Wei Chuhua stood beside Sheng Jiayan, worried.
"Let's go out first, and Chunfeng will ask Lang Zhong to wait for orders in the front hall." Sheng Jiayan made a cold tone, and everyone exited. Xiang Dingchen was the last to leave, not forgetting to close the door for them.
Sheng Jiayan came back from outside, his robe still had rain stains from outside, and the purple-gold crown on his head gave off a cold breath under the candlelight. He unhurriedly changed his robe beside the shelf where his clothes were placed, and looked at Meng Qiqi coldly.
"Really capable," he sneered: "You can eat a thousand-year-old ginseng at a time, your brain is really broken?"
He walked to the bathtub, bent over and looked at Meng Eqi.
Meng Qiqi's bulging mouth spurted a cluster of water spray, which happened to hit Sheng Jiayan's face.
"Don't be angry, my lord, watch me show you the squirt of carp!"
Sheng Jiayan took her out of the bathtub with a dark face. He took off her soaked clothes with three strokes, five and two, and faced Meng E's bald, tooth-white body, but his movements were still without a trace of frivolity.
Meng Qiqi was gently thrown by him, and then fell onto the soft bed, surrounded by a pile of ice silk quilts.
She was too hot to sit still and wanted to get out of bed, but was stopped by Sheng Jiayan. The latter simply leaned up and stood beside the bed. Meng Eqi couldn't get down, so she cried anxiously.
"Don't make trouble, it won't be dry for a while." Sheng Jiayan held her in his arms: "It's good to have a lesson, next time you shouldn't dare."
Meng Eqi didn't know what he was, but just leaned against his chest, and she only had Sheng Jiayan's strong chest muscles in front of her.
I want to touch it...
The paws had already touched Sheng Jiayan's chest before her consciousness. He had the breath of cold rain outside, and Meng Qiqi smelled it was indeed quite peaceful.
"Ayan..." She murmured, "I think you feel so comfortable, can I touch it again?"
"No." Sheng Jiayan refused directly, and did not forget to take down Meng Qiqi's dishonest claws.
"But what can I do..." Meng Eqi stretched out the salty pig's hand again.
"Then think clearly—" He deceived himself and pressed Meng Eqi under him, and said with a relaxed attitude: "First of all, I am a man, and the second is the prince."
"..." A hand seemed to dispel the fog in Meng Eqi's mind, her thoughts were finally clearer, and she finally realized the ambiguous distance between her and Sheng Jiayan, and the indoor atmosphere was so charming that her face The temperature continues to rise.
"Ayan, can you do anything to distract me?" she said after a while.
"'If great success is lacking, its use is not harmful. If great success is rushing, its use is endless.' What's the next sentence?"
"..." Meng Eqi was at a loss: "What is this?"
"The Tao Te Ching." Lord Regent said lightly.
I really admire Sheng Jiayan for having such a strange brain circuit.
"...I only remember that the color in the Heart Sutra is emptiness and color." Meng Eqi stared at his seductive Adam's apple and swallowed.
As soon as she finished, she was hit on the head, and Sheng Jiayan's cold voice came from above her head: "Why are you taking off my belt?"
"Me? No... You go on, where were we just now, what are we doing?"