Meng Eqi hesitated and was speechless, stunned by his stern expression. At this moment, a snowball flew at a constant speed from their side. Seeing that it was about to hit Meng Qiqi's face, Sheng Jiayan immediately turned sideways to block it. The snowball hit him on the back, and Meng Eqi hid in his arms and peeked out his eyes.
Sheng Jiayan looked back, Meng Yizhen laughed behind them, rubbed her frozen red hands nervously: "Second brother, your expression is so scary..."
As Sheng Jiayan's status in Meng's mansion rose, the old lady Meng occasionally entrusted important matters to him. Because of his unselfishness, the people in the house were more afraid of him, and even Meng Yihui, who was a few years older than him, felt a little embarrassed when facing Sheng Jiayan.
"Second brother, don't annoy them, I took the lead." Meng Yihui glanced at Meng Qiqi, as the eldest sister, she was ready to take the blame of Sheng Jiayan for the younger sisters.
However, Sheng Jiayan turned his head and asked Meng Qiqi, "Do you have to play?"
Meng Eqi hesitated for a moment: "I want to play..."
Sheng Jiayan sighed inaudibly, a hint of helplessness flashed between his brows, and turned to block Meng Eqi behind him. Facing Meng Yihui and the other two sisters, he said coldly, "I won't be merciful."
"?" Meng Yihui, who was standing at the front, gave him a strange look, and before she could react, the snowball that Sheng Jiayan threw hit her between the eyebrows.
The cool snow dust suddenly turned into a little snow and hung on the ends of her hair. Before Meng Yihui asked what was going on, Sheng Jiayan had already bent over and held a snowball again.
"Who?" He tilted his head and asked Meng Qiqi.
Meng Qiqi looked at his focused eyes, and said in a daze: "Just the second sister."
Meng Yilian, whose name was named, trembled, and hurriedly fled in the yard: "Meng Eqi! Don't be too deceiving, but you are looking for help! Big sister and fourth sister, help me fight back!"
Everyone avoided Sheng Jiayan at first, but then gradually became less nervous and laughed again.
Sheng Jiayan's speed was so fast that their group of boudoir sisters couldn't react. Meng Eqi hid behind him and commanded, pointing where to fight. Several times, Meng Yilian and the others wanted to bypass Sheng Jiayan and run behind Meng Qiqi to make a sneak attack, but they were all discovered by Sheng Jiayan, with snowballs on their faces.
The laughter was like this until it was almost evening, when Lao Taijun Meng sent someone to look for it, and everyone laughed and dispersed.
On the way back, Meng Qiqi wanted to pull Sheng Jiayan's hand, but the latter avoided it with a sleeve.
"Don't move around," he walked beside Meng Eqi without looking sideways: "I won't care about you if my stomach hurts again."
Back in the yard where Sheng Jiayan lived, Yan Sha brought a bowl of hot ginger tea: "Sister is about to drink it, the second young master has already ordered someone to boil it, and the temperature will be just right."
Meng Qiqi moved his gaze to Sheng Jiayan, but the latter turned back the curtain very calmly and changed his soaked clothes.
Even if Lord Yama has become a rebellious teenager, he is still so considerate and attentive!
Meng Eqi's heart burst into tears, Jiang Tang warmed her heart and lungs, and she silently swore in her heart—
I must be His Majesty the King of Hell forever! Carry out your flattering dedication to the end!
In the evening, Meng Eqi and Sheng Jiayan wore sapphire blue clothes today, with bright blue hairpins on their heads and silver tassel hanging on the side. The curly hair is like a cloud, gentle and light. On the other hand, Sheng Jiayan had his hair tied in a jade crown and a dark blue jacket covered with a black cloak. He rarely wore such a color. Today, he looks extraordinarily handsome and dazzling.
The two came to Lao Taijun Meng's room together to greet him, and everyone had been there for a long time. Everyone is dressed in splendid clothes with hairpin rings, jade crowns and pendants.
"The second brother and the third sister are here." Meng Yizhen was sitting on the Luohan bed, stuffing dried persimmons into her mouth.
"Grandmother." Sheng Jiayan bowed, and Meng Qiqi stood beside him and saluted obediently, which attracted laughter from the old lady Meng.
"You skinny monkey," the old lady Meng pulled Meng Qiqi to her side: "Now that your second brother can hold you down, don't you dare to make waves?"
Meng Qiqi quietly glanced at Sheng Jiayan, who lowered his eyebrows and looked very respectful.
"No, it's me who doesn't care about my second brother!"
"Third sister lied!" Meng Yizhen took the opportunity to show her favor to Sheng Jiayan: "When we were playing in the second sister's Taoyuan in the afternoon, the third sister's face changed when she saw the second brother!"
Meng Yilian echoed: "No! Third sister, just admit it, grandma won't laugh at you."
Meng Yizhen jumped off the Arhat bed holding two persimmons, ran to Sheng Jiayan to show her hospitality, and handed a persimmon in her hand: "Are you the second brother?"
Meng Qiqi looked at the two people who had defected and sighed that the sisterhood was so shallow! Meng Yilian, Meng Yizhen, you two powerful people!
The old lady Meng was amused by several people and seemed extremely happy. Several people quarreled around the old lady for a while, until finally the old lady ordered the meal.
The New Year's Eve dinner is always very rich, and the names of the dishes are also very nice. There are many people in the Meng Mansion, including Meng Eqi's uncle and aunt, plus the eldest brother and the eldest sister and the second sister, there are five people in total. Meng Qiqi and Sheng Jiayan were the only two in the second room, and there were only three brothers and four sisters in the third room.
They were all surrounded by a table with the old lady Meng as the center. Meng Qiqi was very happy today. When the maid served the wine, she was about to take it as soon as she stretched out her paw, and Sheng Jiayan quickly hit the back of her hand.
Meng Qiqi retracted his hand with a pain, and Sheng Jiayan threatened in a low voice, "Don't drink."
Meng Qiqi also approached him in a low voice, begging: "I just came to Sunflower Water, there is no reason to say that you can't drink when you come to Sunflower Water!"
Sheng Jiayan glanced suspiciously at A Rong behind him, and when he saw A Rong nodding, he compromised: "Well, only a few mouthfuls are allowed, no more."
Meng Qiqi nodded hurriedly, Sheng Jiayan handed the jug to Yansha, and Yansha took it down and warmed it again before bringing it up again.
Meng Eqi hurriedly filled herself with a cup, and Sheng Jiayan was still staring at the side: "It's too much!"
The old lady Meng took everything into her eyes and smiled and acquiesced to the interaction between the two of them.
Now a big stone in her heart has finally fallen to the ground. She is getting old and will die sooner or later. She will be left alone at that time. She is really worried. Now that Sheng Jiayan is taking care of her, Mrs. Meng can rest assured.
Especially after the new year, Sheng Jiayan is still preparing to run for the imperial examination, and she will enter an official career later, so she doesn't have to worry about anything.
After dinner, everyone gathered in the house to keep the year old together. The maids warmed the hearth. Meng Qiqi was sitting next to Sheng Jiayan. She drank too much wine today, her face was flushed red, and her eyes were bright. , but the mind is a little vague.
The old lady sat at the top and gave a year-end speech: "You two have grown up, and both of you will be smooth in the future, so grandma has nothing to worry about. The only thing is that Sister Hui's marriage will be after the end of the year. It's settled, the girl's family can't be delayed, your grandmother has already found a few families for you, and your mother has also looked at them, and they are all very satisfied, just wait for you to go and see for yourself after the New Year's Eve."
Meng Yihui's face blushed, she lowered her head and said in a buzzing voice, "It's all up to my grandmother and mother."
"Which families did grandma look for for the eldest sister!?" Meng Yizhen was curious and had already asked before Meng Eqi.
The third aunt reprimanded Meng Yizhen, but the grandmother said with a smile: "The son of the minister of rituals, and the cousin of Commander Chi. These two sons are excellent people, and Sister Hui will know it after reading it. ."
Meng Qiqi, the son of the scholar of the Ministry of Rites, did not recognize him, but Meng Qiqi, Chi Zheng's cousin, had met him twice. The man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was born with a big head and big eyes. It was rumored that he was so powerful that he could break wooden sticks with his bare hands. Maybe it was because he was born in a martial arts family, Chi Zheng's cousin not only didn't like to read books, but he was hanging out in the martial arts field in Chengdu, and all he played with were knives, guns and sticks.
If it weren't for his excellent family background, his mother came from a prestigious family, and his uncle was under the command of the emperor, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to be favored by Mrs. Meng. However, others are simple and honest, and they are better than honest and honest. I thought that Mrs. Meng also took this into consideration.
It's just that Meng Eqi couldn't associate Meng Yihui with him anyway. You must know that Meng Yihui always talks about poems and plays the piano on a whim. If she was really with the guy who danced with knives and guns, Meng Qiqi couldn't imagine what kind of scene it would be like.
But looking at Meng Yihui's shy face, she thought that even if she didn't like it, she would obey the orders of her elders and marry. Besides, isn't that the son of the Minister of Rites, maybe Meng Yihui chose him in the end
Meng Qiqi finally drank too much and leaned on Sheng Jiayan's shoulder dizzy. She was drunk and dreamy, and vaguely saw the old lady Meng pointing at her and shaking her head with a helpless smile. Finally, when she came back to her senses, she was already led by Sheng Jiayan into the room.
There is wind going back and forth under the corridor, and you can also hear the sound of firecrackers set off by various households not far away. Meng Qiqi was blown by the cold wind, not only did he not wake up, but he was even more vain, and finally the whole person fell on Sheng Jiayan like a pool of mud.
Sheng Jiayan pulled her up, and she fell to the right. Pulling up again, Meng Eqi fell to the left. In the end, Sheng Jiayan had no choice but to carry Meng Eqi on his back.
"Trouble." He scolded again coldly.
"Ayan—" Meng Eqi leaned on his shoulder and burped, full of alcohol, "I dreamed of your father last night!"
Sheng Jiayan sneered and didn't take it seriously: "Really."
"Yes. He wears black armor with a string of tourmalines hanging from his chest."
Sheng Jiayan stopped.
Tourmaline, which he hung around his father's neck before he buried it.
"What did you dream of him?" Unconsciously, Sheng Jiayan's voice trembled slightly.
"He-hic, he thanked me. Thank you for taking care of you, giving you freedom, and giving you home. Ayan, General Sheng's words are really gentle, much better than you!"