The eight maids in Fengyi Palace resigned to Meng Qiqi early in the morning on New Year's Eve, claiming that the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not have enough staff to help. Meng Qiqi agreed without thinking. First, because these maids belonged to Sheng Jiayan, he really had no status to control their comings and goings. Second, after they left, it would be easier for them to leave the palace with Suhe, so that's fine.
Looking at the figure of the maid scurrying out, Meng Eqi felt a lot of emotion in her heart. There was a sudden movement behind him.
When she looked back, Su He walked out step by step against the wall, with beads of sweat dripping down her face.
"Qiqi, my stomach hurts..."
Meng Qiqi never thought that Su Hehui would give birth at this time, nor did she expect that Nie Lin would not know where to go at such a critical moment! Moreover, Su He himself has actually been in pain since the middle of the night last night. She actually endured it until now. Meng Eqi didn't know whether to praise her for being stoic or not.
When Su He was in more and more pain until she couldn't help humming, Meng Eqi finally decided to go out and find an imperial doctor by herself.
She stood in front of the door of Fengyi Palace, which was heavily locked, and focused slightly. All the locks outside the palace gate fell to the ground, splashing snow dust.
Meng Qiqi slowly pushed open the red lacquer door, and looked around with her probe. After confirming that there were no patrolling guards, she jumped out of the door, turned and closed the door, and ran all the way to Jianzhang Palace.
She seldom saw palace guards along the way, so Meng Eqi felt strange.
Forget it if there is no one to guard Fengyi Palace, she can be regarded as Sheng Jiayan turning one eye and closing one eye to condone her to go out occasionally. But on such a joyous day as New Year's Eve, shouldn't the guards be strictly guarded, so that there are assassins trying to fish in troubled waters and infiltrating the palace
As soon as she ran to the vicinity of Jianzhang Palace, a eunuch with a decoction rushed out of the corner in a panic, almost colliding with Meng Qiqi. The eunuch didn't even have time to apologize, and stopped and ran forward with the pot containing the soup.
Meng Eqi was wondering when she vaguely heard footsteps approaching, and she hurriedly ducked to the side.
I saw four Taoist priests coming out of the Jianzhang Palace. They were conversing with their ears, and some words drifted into Meng Qiqi's ears with the wind.
"... within three days... the new emperor... the king of peace..."
Their extreme voices, Meng Eqi was far away, and could only vaguely catch these words. But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't string these words together.
Inside the Jianzhang Palace, Sheng Jiayan was leaning on the back of the chair wearing a bright yellow lingerie, his face was pale but his brows were still handsome.
He seemed a little tired, and he didn't speak lazily, watching the palace servants clean up the ashes in the copper basin.
Handing a cup of hot ginger tea to Dingchen, Sheng Jiayan raised his hand to take it and asked, "Has King Ping entered the capital?"
Xiang Dingchen responded, and Mo Chunfeng sneered at the side: "I don't want to have a good time on New Year's Eve. The people who make trouble can't be peaceful. The two armies fight against him and King Ping will take advantage of it."
Sheng Jiayan put down the finished tea cup and said lightly: "Let him go, it's just right for him to return to Beijing at this time."
Xiang Dingchen wanted something else, but Qin Kun's scolding came from his ear.
"Who is there!"
As soon as Qin Kun's voice fell, two cold-light diamond darts flew out of his sleeves and shot directly at the man hiding under the window.
Meng Qiqi was hiding under the window to eavesdrop, but she never thought that Qin Kun would find her. She shrank her head subconsciously to escape, not forgetting to sigh that she was useless now. If she could see clearly in the past, she could even catch the dart with her bare hands.
She originally thought that the two diamond-shaped darts would gallop past her head, but Meng Eqi waited for a long time without hearing a sound.
She slowly raised her head and met Sheng Jiayan's pair of deep pupils.
"Why are you here?" He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Meng Eqi for a while with a guilty conscience.
Mingming had only said goodbye to him indifferently last night, and now he appeared in the corner of Jianzhang Palace listening to the wall, Meng Eqi was indeed a little embarrassed.
She stood up and muttered, "I came to see you on something..."
After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on his left hand. He held a fist in his left hand, and the thick dark red blood was dripping little by little on the carpet under his feet. What he was holding in his hand were the two cold darts that Qin Kun had just shot at Meng Qiqi.
"Please forgive me." Qin Kun was already kneeling beside him at this time, Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen came back to their senses, one went to call the imperial physician, and the other pulled Meng Qiqi into the Jianzhang Palace.
"Your hand is fine," Meng Eqi wanted to reach out to check his injury, but Sheng Jiayan put it away, Meng Eqi's hand stopped in mid-air and hung down, she lowered her head and said, "I really I'm looking for you for something."
Before she was finished, Fuquan stumbled in from the outside, and the hat on his head was not firmly on. He panicked: "Your Majesty, King Ping has entered the palace!"
"Prince Ping broke into the palace?" Meng Qiqi recalled what she had just heard about the confrontation between the two armies under Mo Chunfeng, and asked Xiang Sheng Jiayan, "What happened?"
"It's too late..." Sheng Jiayan whispered, he suddenly pulled Meng Qiqi into his arms, and before Meng Qiqi could react, Sheng Jiayan whispered in her ear—
"Amen, I will wait for you."
After that, Meng Qiqi suffered a pain in the back of her neck, and immediately passed out.
Sheng Jiayan threw her to Xiang Dingchen, and King Ping's men had already rushed to the palace gate at this time.
Mo Chunfeng put on a black cloak for Sheng Jiayan, Sheng Jiayan stood at the gate of Jianzhang Palace facing the wind, and said to King Ping under the white jade steps: "The scene today seems familiar, and King Xiang also stood in your place to force the palace to rebel. ."
King Ping wore silver armor on his body, and the red tassels on his head made him more energetic. He carried a long spear and rode a high-headed horse, looked up and said, "If the fourth brother didn't have the heart to let me die, how could I have come back unimpeded from Tongyun Pass. Presumably the fourth brother has made up his mind to surrender the throne to the emperor. People, like this, how can I be a rebel like King Xiang and others?"
Sheng Jiayan glanced at him coldly, turned his head to Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen and said, "Take her with you, and Nie Lin will return to Chu with you."
Mo Chunfeng squeezed the long whip in his hand, biting his lower lip. Xiang Dingchen stayed by Sheng Jiayan's side, and for the first time, the two wanted to disobey Sheng Jiayan's order.
"I asked you to go with Qiqi first, do you understand?" Sheng Jiayan finally said coldly, and finally forced Mo Chunfeng to cry a few tears.
"One... Two..." Mo Chunfeng took a step back.
"Nine… "
"twelve-"
With great tacit understanding, he counted silently in his heart, until the twelfth count, Xiang Dingchen carried Meng Qiqi up the eaves, and the dust left in an instant. The men under King Ping flew to chase, but were defeated by Mo Chunfeng's whips.
Before Mo Chunfeng turned around and left, he took a deep look at Sheng Jiayan for the last time. The latter glanced back at him calmly, and then Mo Chunfeng jumped onto the roof and went to chase after Xiang Dingchen.
King Ping calmly glanced at the backs of Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen as they went away, and said with a half-smile, "Why the fourth brother, the younger brother doesn't want their lives."
"Really?" Sheng Jiayan raised his eyebrows, and King Ping looked away rather uncomfortable, and no longer met Sheng Jiayan's eyebrows.
Xiang Dingchen drove the carriage away from the side gate that had been arranged, but as soon as the carriage drove out of the palace gate, it was surrounded by the iron cavalry of King Ping.
Mo Chunfeng in the carriage steadied Meng Eqi who was unconscious, Nie Lin held his wife's hand tightly, and Su He was about to give birth and couldn't bear the pain. Xiang Dingchen grabbed the hilt at his waist, thinking about where to make a gap.
"Let them go." Suddenly, a warm voice sounded from an ordinary carriage parked in the corner behind Tieqi.
"But the princess..."
"I'll let them go."
After she finished, the iron cavalry retreated and made way.
Xiang Dingchen took the opportunity to drive the carriage away quickly. In the carriage behind them, the beautiful woman lifted the curtain and watched the carriage go away, with a beautiful smile on her picturesque face.
"Let's go, we can also enter the palace to see how the prince is doing."
When Meng Qiqi woke up again, a shocking coup had already taken place in the Jin Dynasty.
The four sons of the first emperor died suddenly in the palace within a month after he ascended the throne. Sheng Jiayan had no children, and King Ping obeyed the order and ascended the throne. After Feng Ping Princess Rong Yan was appointed, the Jin Dynasty ended the short-term chaos and lived a stable life again.
When everything was settled, the Jin Dynasty ushered in a warmer spring than in previous years.
…
When Meng Eqi was in a coma, she had a very chaotic dream. In the dream, there was no black dragon and phoenix that appeared in the past, and no lively and laughing people.
There was only Sheng Jiayan in a strange court dress.
In the dream, Meng Qiqi watched the other person limping towards him, Sheng Jiayan not only didn't hate him, but stopped in place and waited for her to catch up with him. He pretended to be indifferent and whispered into her ears: "Amen, did you sprain your foot again?"
Meng Qiqi jumped in exasperation, and the pain in her ankle caused severe pain. She gritted her teeth and responded, "I shouldn't help the God of failure now! The God of Fortune wants to eat the fruit for God to pick, but the God of failure can't reach it, so he begged. I stepped on him to pick fruit, causing me to roll off his back."
Sheng Jiayan chuckled, and then he squatted down: "Come up, I'll carry you."
Meng Eqi hesitated for a moment: "No, you are His Majesty the King of Hell, I am nothing but a priest..."
"Precisely because I am your majesty," Sheng Jiayan said solemnly: "It is your majesty's duty to take care of your vassals."
"...It should be very hard to be Your Majesty." Meng Eqi climbed onto his back, dangling her legs.
Sheng Jiayan weighed her: "If everyone eats like you, it will be very hard."
"Will you also carry General Blood River like this?"
"… Won't"
Meng Qiqi watched Sheng Jiayan walk away with her back in her dream, and could vaguely hear her cheerful laughter.
"Ayan, I want to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Huangquan Restaurant."
"No, you have a toothache from arguing in front of you."
"Just eat a piece, please."
"it is good-"
"I want to eat a piece for Yeyoushen and Riyoushen too."
"Can't-"
In a coma, Meng Eqi seemed to feel that Sheng Jiayan's cold hands were pressing on his forehead again. All that echoed in his ears were the words he said that day—
"Amen, I will wait for you."
This was the first time she understood Sheng Jiayan's tenderness and reluctance, and it was also the last time.