"Eldest sister doesn't know anything," Meng Eqi pretended to be, "Although my second brother has gone far away, he even left a homework for me before he left. He asked me to write a poem on the subject of Hongmei, and he would ask for it when he came back. I checked. But you know me, eldest sister. If you want me to make delicious cakes, it's okay to ask me to recite poetry and write poems. It's better to kill me."
Meng Yihui covered her lips and smiled lightly: "How difficult is this, just teach you from my sister."
"Okay!" Meng Qiqi responded immediately, and then said again: "But... now that spring is about to start, there are very few beautiful red plums in the city, and even the plum blossoms in our house are very few. I plan to go to the suburbs of Beijing. A trip to the hot spring palace, where there are countless plums and unique scenery, even if I go there, I will be very poetic!"
Meng Yihui hesitated. She pursed her lips and didn't answer. This reaction was expected by Meng Eqi. After all, Meng Yihui was seldom willing to go out. Basically, her hobby was huddled in her boudoir, reading books and embroidery. When she heard that Meng Eqi was going to the palace in the suburbs of Beijing to see plums, she was a little discouraged.
Meng Eqi pretended to sigh: "Originally, the palace is usually not open to outsiders, only the royal family and aristocrats can go there. I finally asked my uncle to be accommodating and can go to play, who would have thought that the second brother would leave such a homework for me , I heard that there are countless books in the palace, which is as much as half of the library in the palace! I don’t like to read books anyway, why don’t you accompany me, sister, and then you can read books, and I can enjoy the flowers. How about it?"
Meng Yihui is a maniac who loves books. She heard Meng Eqi doing this, her heart moved, and her expression immediately became a little happy. There must be many unique books in the collection of the palace, and she may have a glimpse of the original works of celebrities in the past, but Meng Yihui is still a little hesitant: "But we... My mother probably won't agree?"
"Why wouldn't the aunt disagree? As long as the elder sister is going out with me to relax, the aunt may be very happy! The elder sister has been bored in the cabinet for so long, and it is time to go out and change her mood, right?"
Meng Yihui hesitated again and again, and finally agreed to Meng Qiqi. The first lady, Mrs. Yu, sent someone to Meng Eqi, and the other party agreed immediately, and Mrs. Yu repeatedly explained: "If you want to stay in the palace for two or three days, remember to bring some change of clothes, just to be safe."
Meng Yihui suddenly realized that she wanted to go out to relax, why did she not agree? Seeing that her daughter's gloom for several days in a row was swept away, not only would Yu Shi not hinder it, but instead, they could spend more time in the palace and come back.
Meng Yizhen also wanted to follow, but unfortunately the third lady's health didn't seem to be in good shape recently. She couldn't walk away, so she could only watch Meng Eqi and the others happily packing up. Meng Yilian may have been seriously thinking about spring recently. She was bored in the pavilion and worked hard to learn Nvhong and Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting. She was extremely diligent and hardworking.
At night, Meng Eqi huddled in a quilt with the word "blessing" in a water blue cloud, and watched Yan Sha bent over to count the things that Meng Eqi brought to the palace this time.
"Yan Sha, you went to the Qin mansion to find Brother Qin. How did he follow you later?"
Yan Sha placed Meng Eqi's clothes neatly in the sack: "Young Master Qin looks very happy, the slave girl just wanted to invite him from the eldest sister, and Young Master Qin happily played a set of punches in the courtyard before giving up. ."
Meng Qiqi giggled from under the quilt: "Did you bring along what I told you?"
"Of course there is a sister! This slave and Young Master Qin, although the eldest sister has this intention, but she is thin-skinned. I implore Young Master Qin not to expose it at that time, so as not to have a colorless face on her daughter's home." Young Master Qin still understands it."
Only then did Meng Eqi feel relieved, and contentedly shrank into the warm bed. Lin Shu suddenly remembered something: "Have you found Xie Cui? Didn't she go to the palace?"
"The slaves have inquired about it. Princess Yongning changed her way and went to Nie's house for some unknown reason. These few seem to be living in Nie's house. It is estimated that some generals have a headache."
Meng Eqi snorted and felt that Nie Xuanlie was really pitiful. It was enough for him to be entangled by a troublesome spirit like Xie Cui not long after he toured in the south. Meng Eqi gloated for a while, and then wondered whether Sheng Jiayan should go to the inn.
She slept in this room, and General Nie's mansion was very uneasy.
Nie Xuanlie had just returned from the palace and returned to the mansion. When he arrived at the gate of the mansion, he found that the old butler had been standing there for a long time. A slight frost had fallen on his shoulders. When he saw Nie Xuanlie coming back, he hurried up to meet him: "General , here comes the princess..."
"Princess?" Nie Xuanlie did not know why, a happy look rose from the corners of his eyes and brows, and even the past few days made him look even more handsome. Without waiting for the housekeeper to finish, he quickly walked into the mansion and said, "Did you serve the princess tea? What is the reason for the princess coming so late? By the way, she came alone?"
His voice stopped abruptly when he saw Xie Yaohua in the hall, and finally turned into a surprised voice: "It's you?"
Xie Yaohua was almost drowsy while sitting in the hall, but when Nie Xuanlie came back, she raised her eyebrows with a hint of dissatisfaction: "What is me? Who else can I be!? General Nie, you Is that how you entertain this princess?"
Nie Xuanlie regained his senses, the lines on his tough face tightened, and he lowered his head slightly: "Wei Chen dare not, the princess is too far away to welcome you, please forgive the princess."
Xie Yaohua snorted coldly, and then gave up, she yawned: "Go and clean up a guest room for this princess, and the two Japanese princesses will be staying in your house."
Nie Xuanlie frowned: "It's not right."
"What's wrong? My mother and my queen came out to see Laiyi, but now Laiyi is all about her second brother, I don't bother to see her anymore, and it's not good to go back to the palace, just stay here with you Now, does General Nie have any objections?"
Nie Xuanlie looked calm: "Weichen dare not."
"Hmph, I don't dare to be the best. What else is there, hurry up and get someone ready to go. I've been tossing for a long time now, and I'm already tired."
Nie Xuanlie hesitated, and finally looked back and gave the housekeeper a look. The housekeeper understood and bowed down to arrange a guest room for Xie Yaohua.
Meng Qiqi lived for thousands of years, and for the first time in his life had a very ambiguous dream.
She dreamed that she and Sheng Jiayan were bathing in a warm pool. The lotus flower that had been sunning for a long time on the pool was soaked in the water, floating on the water surface, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance. Several celadon incense burners were placed beside the Baiyu Pond, and the curling blue smoke and water mist ignited together, making people wonder where the incense came from. The clothes that they had fallen off hung on the hangers standing tall on the side, and the heavy fog interspersed, Meng Qiqi and Sheng Jiayan cuddled with each other without an inch.
Sheng Jiayan held the pandan-flavored saponin in his hand and gently rubbed it on Meng Eqi's body, making the tentacles slippery.
Sheng Jiayan's phoenix eyes drooped slightly, his handsome facial features were hidden in the lines that were indistinguishable between light and dark, and his face was gentle, he asked, "Why are you shaking?"
The atmosphere was too ambiguous, and the surrounding temperature made Meng Eqi's face turn red and almost dripped with blood. She buzzed a few words, but Sheng Jiayan didn't hear it clearly, only echoed with a low laugh. This sound just touched Meng Qiqi's heartstrings.
He took a soft handkerchief and wiped Meng Qiqi's white and tender neck inch by inch, and he continued to go down without hesitation, and finally took Meng Qiqi's hands, as if he regarded her as a fragile treasure. There was a smile on his lips, and Meng Eqi felt that there was a bit of malicious intent in his smile, so he wanted to pull his hand out. Who knew that Sheng Jiayan suddenly lowered his head and kissed her fingertips, sucking gently, a numb feeling came from his fingertips, Meng Eqi was really trembling at this moment.
Meng Eqi was already sitting on the steps at the bottom of the warm pool, Sheng Jiayan's hand was on her waist as if there was nothing, he chuckled and approached Meng Eqi, who was almost paralyzed: "I wanted to do this for a long time. ."
His low, hoarse smile surrounded his ears, and Meng Qiqi was in a trance, and he was hugging him and sitting on his lap. The water in the pool was warm, and the soap horns on her body were very slippery. Meng Qiqi habitually put her arms around Sheng Jiayan's neck, and the two were close to each other. She snuggled up on Sheng Jiayan's shoulder, enjoying every inch of the texture of Sheng Jiayan's back.
His hands flexibly passed over Meng Eqi's graceful waist and went straight down, and finally Meng Eqi shuddered and hugged him tighter.
Sheng Jiayan bowed his head, Meng Eqi's red lips were bright and delicious in his arms, he lowered his head to suck the thin rouge on her lips, and kissed the scar at the corner of her eye.
Meng Eqi did not reject him, Sheng Jiayan showed a happy expression, he leaned down and pressed Meng Eqi against the edge of the pool, calling in a hoarse voice: "Amen, my Amen—"
Meng Eqi responded softly, like the interaction between lovers.
"Amen, can you lay an egg for me?"
Meng Qiqi woke up a little: "What... what?"
Sheng Jiayan's expression was still gentle and seductive: "What? Hatching a nest of dragons and phoenixes, you don't want to?"
"Hatching eggs... don't... I don't want to lay eggs..."
Meng Qiqi woke up suddenly from her dream, the room was silent, it was dark outside, she was panting softly. She staggered out of bed and poured herself a pot of cold tea, and her mind became clearer.
She remembered all the things in her dream, and shook her head frantically to get rid of all these thoughts: "What the hell! Who's going to lay eggs! I'm so mad!"
How could she have such a dream, she is crazy! It must be because he was poisoned too deeply by His Majesty the King of Hell in normal times, that he would have such a cranky idea now. Fortunately, it's just a dream that's not real, otherwise she...
Meng Qiqi took a deep breath, got back into the quilt, closed her eyes and covered her head and fell asleep, her face still flushed unnaturally.
When Meng Eqi woke up the next day, there was a light blue under his eyes.
"Sister, you got up so early today..." Yansha entered with warm water, and she jumped in horror when she saw Meng Eqi sitting at the table like a wandering soul: "Sister didn't sleep last night, okay?"
Meng Eqi waved his hand: "I had a nightmare."