The soil of Yangming Mountain washed away by the heavy rain was soft and muddy, so Fang Bao and the others could only hike up the mountain in the end. When he reached the bamboo building, he saw the red shadow standing in the ruins, and the surrounding darkness was boundless, as if she was the last color on the ground.
"Qiqi..." Fang Bao's eyes moved from her strange expression to her fingertips that kept dripping blood.
There were scattered dead men in black lying all around. I don't know how many people were pressed into the ruins, and a pale hand could be seen outside the ruins.
"Treasure," Meng Eqi said in a very calm tone, "Help me carry the three of the Lin family down the mountain for treatment, and I have to find someone else."
Fang Bao had rarely seen Meng Qiqi with such a faint anger, and he nodded as if he had not recovered his senses.
"We'd better go to the capital now," Nie Xin, who had been silent, said coldly, "Compared to here, Young Master Sheng may need your help more."
"Yeah!" Fang Bao remembered the business: "When he heard that you were captured, he didn't even fight, so he almost committed suicide!"
Meng Eqi narrowed her eyes, her usual bright and moving eyes narrowed slightly without luster at this time. After a while, she asked, "Are there any fast horses?"
"Yes." Nie Xin replied neatly. He reached out and patted the horse that Bora was riding above: "The Fang family loves to collect famous horses, and he must be good."
Meng Eqi got on his horse and confessed: "I have two friends, one fell off the cliff and the other was left on the side of the road without a trace, please find them for me, and if I have the life to come back, I will be very grateful. "
Nie Xin nodded, and Meng Eqi rode away, the horse's hooves dipping on the muddy road, splashing turbid water droplets.
Fang Bao looked at her distant back: "Isn't Qiqi blind, why is she riding a horse by herself..."
Nie Xin ignored him and got on his horse to find someone. Fang Bao saw it in the corner of his light, and hurriedly shouted, "That's not right! Nie Xin, you gave her my horse, why did you let me ride it!?"
"Don't you still have feet? She can't see it. What's wrong with having a horse that knows the way?" Nie Xin glanced at him coldly.
"Then why don't you give her your horse! Don't you have feet too? I don't care, since you gave my horse to someone else, I will ride one with you now!" Nie Xin went behind.
Nie Xin tightened the reins: "When you eat late at night, your brain is full of fat, and my horse can't bear the two of us. You should stay here honestly."
Fang Bao lowered his head and pinched the slender waist under his loose robe. How can this become a brain full of fat! ? Which of his eyes looked at himself fat? ! Has he touched it? ! This is irresponsible!
Nie Xin was about to leave when the horse under his seat suddenly neighed and raised its front hooves extremely violently.
"Fang Bao! What are you doing crazy! The horse's tail can't be pulled!"
In the rainy sky, Nie Xin's roar was full.
Meng Qiqi galloped in the rainy night alone. She remembered the night when she went to the middle of Shu to avenge Sheng Jiayan.
The rain dripped down her chin, Meng Eqi's eyes were still unclear, everything was blurry, but at this moment, her heart felt like she was peeping through something.
By the time Meng Eqi arrived in the capital, the sun was shining brightly on the second day. It has been raining for several days in the capital, but today I saw an exceptionally bright sun.
The blue sky is like washing, attracting a bit of autumn, holding two white clouds, spreading out like satin.
Meng Eqi was standing at the gate of the imperial city, her clothes were almost dry, and they were wrinkled and drooping. With strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, matched with her pale and beautiful face, the guards at the gate all pointed their spears at her.
"Who! Why do you want to force your way into the imperial city?"
Meng Qiqi secretly tried to identify it a few times before he could see the patterns on their armor. It seemed that they were not under Sheng Jiayan's hands.
"I'm here to find my prince, Sheng Jiayan." After a moment, she said. Xu Shi was running around day and night and getting cold in the rain, Meng Qiqi's voice was hoarse.
The two guards at the gate looked at each other, and the other said, "You look at her here, I'll go in and report."
After all, he ran away, and twice looked back at Meng Qiqi suspiciously.
At that time, Concubine Zhao Gui was basking in the sun leisurely in the palace, and the palace servant next to her was holding a flower booklet and asked her to choose a pattern, so that she could make a phoenix robe of the queen mother for her.
"I haven't heard the Queen's words for a long time, and I will still feel a little uncomfortable for a while," Zhao Guifei chuckled, "That's why she can guard the old emperor in the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
When the palace servant heard this, he quickly said: "The lady is a real phoenix, how can she be compared with such birds?"
Concubine Zhao was happy to hear it, and she immediately rewarded a jade stone of excellent quality: "When the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation opens, I will also humiliate her well. The anger over the past ten years is really not in vain."
"Niangniang—" the guard at the gate begged outside.
Concubine Zhao Gui glanced at her, and the eunuch beside her understood it. She flicked the whisk and stood at the door, raising her head quite defiantly and asked, "What is the matter that disturbs the purity of the goddess?"
The guard whispered a few words, and the eunuch's expression changed, and he quickly ran back to Zhao Guifei and whispered a few words.
When Zhao Guifei heard this, she was a little surprised at first, and then her red lips hooked: "Since she's here, let's put it in. This palace also wants to see what this old friend's child looks like. It turns out that she has been living in the house for so long. Ben Gong's eyes, it is difficult for Ben Gong to look for her everywhere. For the sake of the deceased's face, Ben Gong can also collect her whole body."
The guard got the order, turned and ran back to the city gate. However, he found that the guards around the gate had fainted and unconscious on the ground, the city gate was wide open, and Meng Qiqi had long since disappeared.
In the Xuanzheng Hall, King Xiang was sitting on a chair wearing his dragon robe, showing off to the prince below.
"Prince, look," he spread his arms, and a leaping cloud dragon took off on his clothes: "Count how many claws of the dragon on your clothes, and how many I have."
The prince knew that he was taunting him, so he could only smirk a few times and pretend he didn't understand.
"Aiya—" King Xiang sighed with emotion: "After you and I are enthroned, will your crown prince's title be guaranteed or not?"
The irony of these words is obvious, and the prince can't stand it. How has he been treated like this since he was born, and no one will let him? Now that these three brothers have gained power, they are actually so aggressive! It's not as good as when Sheng Jiayan was in power! Although he was also fighting for the throne at that time, Sheng Jiayan never ridiculed him. Now that Sheng Jiayan is compared with King Xiang, it is really clear!
It's hateful that the regent is handed over to the country because a woman will hand it over. It's hateful!
At this moment, the hall door was suddenly opened with a 'bang'. It seemed that the force was too strong, and the two doors collided and one of them fell off by itself.
Meng Eqi stood indifferently at the door. She looked at King Xiang who was sitting at the top. Her eyes seemed empty, but King Xiang felt oppressed: "Where is the Prince Regent."
King Xiang rubbed his eyes and confirmed that there was a person standing at the door. He squinted and looked at it carefully, Meng Qiqi's demeanor made him lose his mind for a moment, and he could guess that this was the female bodyguard of Sheng Jiayan's baby.
"Your name is... Meng Qiqi?" King Xiang rubbed his hands and smiled evilly: "Can you see with your eyes?"
"Where is Sheng Jiayan?" Meng Qiqi didn't talk nonsense to him. She stepped into the hall, and the guards around her were all waiting.
King Xiang deliberately made things difficult, he touched his chin and thought for a while: "Otherwise, you will take it off in front of my face now, making my brothers happy, and I will tell you where he is. ,How about it?"
Before Meng Qiqi could speak, the crown prince couldn't bear it anymore, he was the first to stand up, pointed at King Xiang's nose and cursed angrily: "I think you are seriously ill, and just let you go, you really think you are going down. The number one is amazing! The dragon chair has not yet been seated, and your father’s imperial succession is not yours. You are so rebellious. When the fourth brother comes out, he will not execute you and I will execute you! How many memorials are piled up yourself! Let this girl go to see the fourth brother, or I will kill you now!"
The prince stopped, and pulled out a fruit-cutting knife from his sleeve and placed it on King Xiang's neck.
King Xiang sneered twice: "Who doesn't know that among our five brothers, only you are the most unattractive in martial arts. Now that you are capable, you have learned to stand out for others, and don't forget that your own life is still alive. I have it!"
After all, he took the knife from the prince's hand and threw it on the ground. The guards immediately came up to grab the struggling prince and escorted him aside.
King Xiang brushed his sleeves: "Now we should get down to business, Miss Meng. What do you think of my proposal?"
Before Meng Qiqi could speak, a familiar call came from behind him.
"Amen—"
Meng Qiqi's body froze, and she turned back suddenly. Sheng Jiayan stood at the door with a long body, his brows were still as indifferent, except for the black cloak on his body that seemed to be a little wrinkled, nothing else had changed.
Meng Qiqi saw the outline of his figure in his blurry vision, and stumbled over and threw himself into Sheng Jiayan's arms.
"Ayan! I thought you were locked up by them."
Sheng Jiayan stroked her eyes with two fingers. He saw that Meng Qiqi couldn't see him clearly, but he tried to recognize his appearance, and his heart was like a needle running over him.
He couldn't hold back, and gently placed a kiss on Meng Eqi's forehead.
"I shouldn't have left you alone."
Meng Eqi hugged his waist tightly, wanting to do something.
King Xiang behind them knocked hard on the armrest of the dragon chair: "You flirt like no one else, think I'm dead!? Sheng Jiayan, how did you get out? Didn't you get locked up by me? Did you open the lock yourself? Run away!?"
Sheng Jiayan then looked up at him: "Is there a lock?"
"..." King Xiang was extremely impatient. He hated Sheng Jiayan's appearance the most, as if everything was in his hands. Obviously, he was the master of the situation now, and he could kill them with a single word!
So he will never allow Sheng Jiayan to talk about love leisurely at this moment!