Meng Qiqi glanced at him suspiciously, Sheng Jiayan's expression didn't look like he was lying.
Could it be that he doesn't even remember the time? After all, Sheng Jiayan couldn't speak when he was five years old. He looked dumb and clumsy. Maybe he was stimulated by something later, and he forgot what happened at that time, and even... Forgot his name
Meng Qiqi couldn't believe what she said, but she still took her luck and asked: "Impossible, I remember when I called you to hold the stone, and you were still following me? I didn't see you. At that time, I objected that you didn't use this name!"
Sheng Jiayan raised his chin slightly, and met Meng Qiqi's gaze, his eyes were like a very pale landscape ink painting: "Because I didn't talk at that time, you called me that, I couldn't explain it to myself, so I had to follow behind you. What's more—" He gave a half-smile but a sneer in Meng Qiqi's eyes: "If I didn't follow you at that time, I'm afraid I'd be tricked more by you?"
Meng Eqi secretly shouted bad, this guy remembered everything.
It seems that he really drank Meng Po soup.
Xie Yaohua really killed her! When Sheng Jiayan followed his father to Beijing, he first went to the court to see the emperor, and it was at that time that he first met Xie Yaohua. Xie Yaohua saw that he didn't even speak a word fluently, so he must have led her group of followers to laugh at him for a long time. Later, when he saw Meng Eqi, he deliberately gave Sheng Jiayan a nickname called Stone.
This is his stupidity, but it makes Meng Eqi think that his real name is Sheng Jiayan. He missed so many years abruptly. Meng Qiqi caused serious trauma to Sheng Jiayan when he was young.
She is very and extremely regretful now that Sheng Jiayan drank Mengpo soup and doesn't remember, and she will not be able to settle accounts with her in the future when she returns to the underworld!
Meng Eqi became more and more restless the more she thought about it, she paced back and forth for a long time, and under Sheng Jiayan's eyes looking at her like a fool, she made a decision.
Although she did bully Sheng Jiayan with everyone in the past, but making up for her failure can make His Majesty the King of Hell less angry
It happens that Sheng Jiayan's identity is different from that of the past, and he needs to look around people's faces. And Meng Eqi herself is a domineering overlord in the capital anyway. With her here, who would dare to bully Sheng Jiayan
As long as she devotes her heart to him, in the future, His Majesty the King of Hell will not settle accounts in the autumn
Meng Qiqi, who had made up her mind, immediately smiled at Sheng Jiayan and said, "It's getting late, you rest first, I'll see you tomorrow! By the way, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
Before Sheng Jiayan could answer, Meng Qiqi said to herself: "Forget it, you can eat whatever I bring. You are too thin now, so you need to eat more to supplement. Then I will go first and come back tomorrow. Look at you!"
After all, Meng Eqi turned back and left in one step. When he reached the gate of the Orange Garden, he did not forget to stick out another head and wave with a smile.
The smile between her eyes turned into two crescent moons. Even though Sheng Jiayan's face from beginning to end was as pale as the white snow on the top of a high mountain, with a chill, but Meng Qiqi's enthusiasm did not seem to have diminished at all.
After she left, Sheng Jiayan turned his attention to the book again.
What he was looking at was a very ordinary scroll, and it was densely filled with people annotating the key points with straight script. Sheng Jiayan's fingertips crossed these handwritings, and what he saw in his eyes was not the strokes on the scroll, but the bloody words of the Sheng family's unjustly confessed father before his death.
Sheng Jiayan's hand holding the scroll gradually tightened, and his knuckles were bluish white. His face was the same as usual, but a storm was brewing in his eyes, which was very cold.
He closed his eyes every night, and all he heard in his ears were the roars and mournings of every heroic spirit of the Sheng family, and all he saw was the bloody face of his father before his death. These people are waiting for him, waiting for him to give them a real account.
Fortunately, Sheng Jiayan has always been very tolerant, no matter when.
Meng Qiqi almost did it. When she woke up the next morning, the orange yard was filled with the breakfast she had sent.
The maid holding the plate stood in line at the gate of the Orange Garden with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and there were eight people standing there.
There are all kinds of snacks on the tray, shortbread, honey cake, red bean roll, a bird's nest, a bowl of gruel and two dishes, in addition to a few pickles made of chicken and duck.
At that time, Meng Eqi was sitting in his room, still wearing pajamas, leaning on the edge of the bed in a daze and closing his eyes, letting the maid gently clean her face with a warm handkerchief.
"Sister," Yan Sha came in from the outside, "Young Master Sheng only used a bowl of gruel, and he didn't eat anything else."
Only then did Meng Eqi open his eyes and said angrily, "This person is really, he doesn't know how to take good care of himself."
After all, she pushed away the hand of the servant girl who was waiting for her to wash, and as soon as the quilt was lifted, she would put on her shoes and go down to find Sheng Jiayan.
The maid who happened to bump into Mrs. Meng's side came again: "Sister Qi is awake? The old lady asked the old slave to bring these letters. Today, you have to practice your calligraphy well. The teacher will be back in a few days. I'm afraid Sister Qi will be beaten again."
Meng Eqi was most afraid of being urged to practice calligraphy. Mrs. Meng came from a scholarly family, and occasionally she could make Meng Eqi sit upright for an afternoon and copy copybooks. Every time he came down like this, Meng Eqi first got tired, sore buttocks, and lost some strength in his arms.
Mammy is supervising Meng Eqi, she can't go anywhere now, she has to practice calligraphy obediently, but she thinks that it's all about Sheng Jiayan.
Why doesn't he eat well and drink a bowl of porridge in the morning, is he hungry now, does he need snacks
Her eyes glanced out the window from time to time, and Mammy would cough lightly to signal her to concentrate.
After a while, Mammy looked at Meng Eqi again. The latter actually fell asleep on Chang'an. The girl's soft cheeks rested on the paper that had not yet dried. Meng Eqi was born with two rouge-colored birthmarks at the corners of her eyes, but at the moment she looked smart and cute.
Mammy also watched her grow up. At this moment, she could only shake her head with a soft-hearted smile, and said softly to the maid beside her, "Take the third sister in to sleep."
After a while, Mammy took the people away, and Meng Eqi sat up from the bed with a grunt, frightening Yan Sha who was fanning for her.
Meng Eqi hurriedly went down to get dressed, and Yan Sha tied the ties for her: "Sister, where are you going?"
"Shh," Meng Eqi made a gesture, "I'm going to the Orange Garden, and you're here to cover me."
"But ma'am..."
"Shh!" Meng Eqi said anxiously, "You are so loud, and you turned around and called Momma back."
Yan Sha had to keep her mouth shut, watching Meng Eqi skillfully step on Xiudunzi and jump out of the window.
Her figure disappeared into the road shaded by the rockery trees.
A stone slammed on the window coffin and made a slight noise. Sheng Jiayan raised his head from the desk to open the window, and saw Meng Qiqi hiding behind a tree and sneakily waving at him.
Sheng Jiayan glanced at the servant guarding the door, and then focused his attention on the scroll on the table.
Unexpectedly, Meng Eqi threw stones one after another unwillingly. Until the smashed window lattice kept rattling, even the servants guarding the door noticed it and asked inside the door in doubt, "Master, what's the sound?"
Sheng Jiayan held the hand of the pen for a while, and a dot the size of ink had been accidentally dropped on the rice paper. He sighed inaudibly, opened the door the next moment, and said lightly to the servant: "It's nothing, I've been sitting for a long time, I'll go for a walk in the courtyard."
Avoiding the sight of the servant, Sheng Jiayan came to the back of the tree, and Meng Qiqi immediately cheered like a bird on the top of the tree.
"Why don't you eat what I brought you in the morning? Is it because you don't like it? Tell me what you like to eat, and I'll let the kitchen make it for you!"
Sheng Jiayan stared at somewhere on her face: "Don't give so much next time, I can't eat much by myself. One bowl of gruel and two dishes of pickles are enough."
"No!" Meng Eqi raised her face: "My grandmother is about to grow up now, you are a boy again, and you have to stand upright in the future, how can you not eat more? I'll give you something else! "
"Your words are so ugly." Suddenly, Sheng Jiayan came up with such a sentence without thinking.
"what?!"
Sheng Jiayan pointed to her face, Meng Qiqi just lay down on the wet paper and printed the half-written copybook on her left cheek. No one reminded her, so she came to Sheng Jiayan like this to make an embarrassment.
Meng Eqi reacted and quickly covered her cheeks.
"I went back beforehand!" She said angrily, and after walking a few steps, she turned around and confessed: "I will bring you breakfast, you must eat it all!"
Well, she hurried away covering her cheeks.
Sheng Jiayan's expression was relatively calm. After Meng Eqi left, he returned to the room and sat down in front of the table again.
In a corner they didn't notice, a goose-yellow skirt flashed by.
In the old lady Meng's house, she was leaning on the Luohan bed and let Meng Yilian beat her legs and feet.
After a long while, she pulled Meng Yilian up: "I've been knocking for a while, I'm tired, sit down with my grandmother to rest."
Meng Yilian smiled sweetly: "I'm not tired, I don't feel it's hard to beat Lian'er for a long time for my grandmother."
Old Madam Meng's aunt brought a bowl of chilled lychee pieces at the right time and couldn't help laughing: "Second sister is really eye-catching in such goose-yellow clothes, the old lady may have some troubles in the future, we For such a handsome girl as Sister Lian, I don’t know which son and noble son-in-law to choose, but I have to ask the old lady to help Zhang Zhangyan.”
The old lady Meng laughed a few times, and Meng Yilian lowered her head with a blushing face: "No matter how good I am, how can I compare to the appearance of the third sister? Although the third sister is old, she has been born a bit bright, and she is so smart, the same age in the capital. Among women, is there no one who is better than anyone else?"
When Meng Qiqi started, Mrs. Meng had endless words to say. She smiled and touched the emerald bracelet on her wrist: "Your third sister is good, but she is too playful. Looking at the noble girls in the capital, Who doesn't have a bit of knowledge? But your third sister, now you are lazy when you practice Chinese characters, I spoiled her, and she was reluctant to beat her, and she was scolded and distressed, what can I do?"
Meng Yilian rolled her eyes, as if she had no intention of saying: "The third sister is very young, when she is very active, why should the grandmother hold her to read books and read? What's more, the third sister recently brought Sheng Gongzi back, both of them are very young. Playmate, if grandmother sends this son Sheng to accompany the third sister, maybe the third sister will have different changes?"