In the Meng residence, Mrs. Meng hugged Meng Qiqi, who was still in a coma, and shouted, "If we can't get better, let me go too! I'm just such a charming granddaughter. , it can't happen!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the faces of the young women standing beside her were a little unsightly.
Because the old lady was sad, and Meng Qiqi's status was indeed noble, they had to suppress their unhappiness, and the older sister headed by Yu stepped forward to comfort: "Grandma, you have to take care of yourself. Qi is most dependent on you, if she wakes up and finds that you are also ill, she should be in a hurry."
Mrs. Meng wiped her tears and said coldly, "Can the son of the Sheng family who came back with Qiqi arrange accommodation?"
The maid nodded and said: "It has been arranged. The emperor explained in advance that our third sister must bring Mr. Sheng back. The emperor had no choice but to send both of them back. The slave is just about to ask you what you mean, this Sheng Sheng. Will the young master be raised in the mansion like this from now on? The elder sister has grown up, so it is not a solution to keep him like this."
Madam Meng was about to answer, but Meng Eqi, who was in her arms, woke up with a faint 'bang'.
In fact, Meng Eqi woke up early on her way back to the palace by the emperor. As she expected, under the situation where she was so desperate, her emperor's uncle really softly fulfilled her mind and let Sheng Jiayan go back to the house with her.
In the future, whether Sheng Jiayan lives or dies, he has to look at Meng Eqi's face.
Meng Eqi, who had achieved his wish, also had the joy of turning over as a serf and singing. In the past, he always obeyed Sheng Jiayan's arrangements and orders in the underworld. He didn't expect that he would be able to bully him one day. It was extremely beautiful to think about.
The most important thing is that she is an overlord in Meng Mansion. With her protection, no one will embarrass Sheng Jiayan.
It's just that he bumped into him like this today, and the grandmother who is extremely protective of the calf shouldn't give Sheng Jiayan a good look. Meng Eqi was afraid that her grandmother would dismiss him casually at this time, so she hurriedly pretended to wake up.
"Grandmother..." she called softly.
Seeing her granddaughter, who was always alive and kicking, lying weakly on the couch, Mrs. Meng couldn't help crying. She is now in her late seventies, wearing an old sandalwood-colored kesi long satin, emeralds on her forehead, and neatly combed hair on the temples. Although the hair is all gray, but the person appears to be in good spirits. At this moment, there was a rare tiredness between her brows, and she looked at Meng Eqi's red and swollen forehead with heartache.
Hearing Meng Eqi wake up and call her, she hurriedly made an 'Ai'. He turned around and took the twisted hot handkerchief to wipe her face in person, and then asked her if her forehead still hurt, if she wanted to drink water, and if she was hungry.
Meng Qiqi slowly shook her head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Sheng Jia... Where's the son of the Sheng family?"
After hearing this, Mrs. Meng's eyes turned red again: "Qiqi, since both your parents passed away, you have been raising them under my knees. Grandmother used to spoil you, she wanted to give anything, but grandmother is old. , I don't have enough energy, and I often can't see you. You are making such a noise in the palace now, or it is for the descendants of a chaotic courtier and thief. The mess you have made is known to the servants. It was your grandmother who didn't teach you well. You can tell grandma now why you are so determined to bring him back?"
Meng Qiqi looked at the wrinkles at the corners of Mrs. Meng's eyes and the tired look on her face, and felt a little guilty in her heart, so she could only say Nuonuo: "Grandmother, it's my fault. But I also want to save Sheng... Sheng Shishi, if Let him go back with Beiyan's people. With such an embarrassing identity, he will be tortured to death if he can't keep it. Anyway, I also played with him for a few days. How can I watch him be Beiyan? Who will take it away?"
After she said this, Mrs. Meng could no longer be deliberately stern, and laughed a few times: "You are also strange, when he lived in the mansion, you bullied him a lot. At that time you Bullying others without talking, how many bad things you have done overtly and secretly, do you think your grandmother doesn't even know about it?"
It's good that she didn't mention it, her bowels turned green when she mentioned Meng Qiqi.
Sheng Jiayan's father was an old friend of his father. When his father was still alive, General Sheng took Sheng Jiayan to Beijing to live in their house for a few days. At that time, Meng Eqi thought he was not Sheng Jiayan, and made fun of him many times. Sheng Jiayan, who was born at the time, was five years old, but he didn't even know how to speak. He could be a child with a late mind.
Who would have thought that after only seven years, he would grow back to his unparalleled appearance! ? What's more, Sheng Jiayan answered fluently in the hall before, unlike the fat man who couldn't even speak. And thinking of his eyes, Meng Qiqi only felt that Sheng Jiayan in this life was very gloomy.
She didn't expect her life to be so smooth, but Sheng Jiayan's fate was arranged so miserably by Yue Lao.
First, the whole family was destroyed, and then he was called back to the capital by the enemy who killed his father to humiliate his integrity in front of everyone and the envoys of other countries, and now he has become a resident under the eaves of Meng's house.
In such a wandering life, Meng Eqi hated the old man for Sheng Jiayan until his teeth itch.
Madam Meng stretched out her hand to hold her precious granddaughter in her arms, and said with a smile, "That's it, since we like it, we will keep him. Although he is the orphan of a scoundrel and thief, since your uncle is nothing, and so is his father. Your father's old friend, we have the right to do a good deed and raise him well. As long as my Qiqi is happy, grandma will protect him for you."
Meng Eqi was overjoyed, and immediately got into Mrs. Meng's arms and acted like a spoiled child. Unexpectedly, the momentum was so great that it not only nearly knocked the old lady over, but also hit her injured forehead with another sharp pain. Everyone hurriedly made a noise again, calling 'Old Lady' for a while and 'Third Sister' for a while. After a long while, more than a dozen people in the house dispersed with Madam Meng's departure.
Meng Yihui and Meng Yilian left together, and when only the two of them and their servants were left around, Meng Yilian showed a bit of impatience on her face.
"The third sister is lucky, the grandmother loves her like an eyeball. What kind of people are the orphans of the Sheng family, and the third sister dares to bring such a hot potato into the house to raise it, if it becomes a serious problem in the future , do we all have to suffer?"
"You talk too much," Meng Yihui reprimanded. She is the eldest sister in Meng's house, and now she has reached the age of marriage, she usually teaches her sister more or less: "This is not necessary in the future, since I know my grandmother If you love her, let's follow my grandmother by the side. Otherwise, my grandmother will talk about you again when she hears what you said."
The two of them were born in a big family, and Meng Eqi was the only daughter of the second family. Although they were usually sisters, they were separated by a blood relationship. Meng Yihui still has her own sister Meng Yilian in her heart.
"But it's strange. I also saw the son of the Sheng family when he was young, and he didn't look like this at that time. I still remember that he was round and plump at that time, but he was born in a martial arts family but couldn't even hold a knife. Get up, didn't the third sister often bully him at that time. Why are you trying to protect him now at such a critical time? Could it be that the third sister was moved when she saw that he was handsome and handsome?"
Meng Yihui glanced at her again: "Thinking about these inconsequential things will make the female red embroidery you learned not so good. Instead of caring about the third sister, it is better to think about yourself. She is protected by the emperor's uncle and grandmother. , what do you have? You can have a long snack."
Not long after they all left, Meng Eqi got up from the bed by herself, finished dressing lightly, stepped on the wooden pier and ran out the window.
When she pretended to be in a coma just now, she heard that Mrs. Meng had arranged Sheng Jiayan into the orange courtyard, where no one lived for a long time, and she didn't know that Sheng Jiayan couldn't get used to it. And she hadn't seen him for so long, Meng Eqi really wanted to see Sheng Jiayan more.
She ran all the way to the vicinity of the orange garden, but when she turned the corner, she paid attention to the back, but didn't pay attention to the flower pots in front of her feet. Meng Qiqi kicked up and jumped up with a painful 'ah hoo' sound.
Her call was heard by the servants sweeping the floor not far away. The servant followed the sound, and Meng Eqi hurriedly ran into the orange courtyard.
The servant stood at the door of the Orange Garden and looked inside for a few times, and found that Young Master Sheng, who was brought back by the third sister in the afternoon, was sitting in the courtyard reading a book. I don't know where he picked up this scroll. His handsome profile and slightly fair face melted into the orange garden surrounded by dead branches like a painting.
The servant looked at it for a long time and nothing was different, then turned and walked away.
After he left, Meng Eqi stuck out a head from Sheng Jiayan's side.
At that time, she put Sheng Jiayan's robe on her head, and Sheng Jiayan's figure just blocked her squatting, so she avoided the sight of the servant. Otherwise, she will sneak out when it is discovered that she is still ill, and then the grandmother will attack Sheng Jiayan again.
"You can get up now." He said lightly.
Meng Eqi was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then responded with a smirk. She still held Sheng Jiayan's robe in her hand.
Sheng Jiayan looked at her with unfamiliar expressions in his eyes. Obviously, he really drank Mengpo soup, and he doesn't remember her in this life.
She raised the corner of Sheng Jiayan's robe that she was holding in her hand, and said, "Your clothes are all torn, and the cotton wool is exposed. After a few ****, let grandma make you a few new sets. …”
The louder she became, the colder she saw Sheng Jiayan's face.
"What do you need me to do for you?" After a while, he asked suddenly.
Meng Qiqi tilted her head in confusion: "I don't need you to do anything for me."
"Then why did you stand up for me in the temple this morning?"
His scrutiny eyes were exactly the same as when he was the King of Hell when he was trying to judge prisoners. Meng Qiqi had been persecuted by his lewd power for many years, and he almost subconsciously knelt down to admit his fault and beg for mercy.
She tensed her trembling legs and pretended to be calm: "There's no special reason, it's just because we were playmates. Did you forget? You were still called Sheng Shishi!"
"I didn't forget," he said silently, "I never called Sheng Shishi."