The maid draped the curtain for Meng Eqi. She put on her skirt and stepped in, bypassing the outer hall and entering the inner room, and at a glance, she saw the old man lying in the hole of the pear flower bed.
Mrs. Meng's face was pale and her spirit was very poor. When she saw Meng Qiqi coming in, she raised a hand weakly, and then dropped it weakly. Mrs. Meng's face has never been so old, and it seems that she will grow old when she disappears for a while. She opened her eyes, her eyes flickered, and she murmured, "Grandmother's Qiqi..."
Meng Eqi hurried over to sit on the edge of the couch, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the tears accumulated in her eyes began to fall: "Grandmother, why did you suddenly become so ill, what happened?"
The old lady Meng waved her hand to signal the rest of the room to retreat. She looked at Meng Eqi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Rao was crying and her posture was beautiful. This was the girl she raised and the granddaughter of her precious treasure in her hand. The old lady Meng stretched out a skinny hand and grabbed Meng Qiqi's wrist tightly, she forced a breath and confessed: "Qiqi, grandma is about to die, now grandma wants you to promise... promise grandma one. thing."
Meng Qiqi raised her tearful eyes: "Grandma, please."
Mrs. Meng's breath was not smooth, but the words were almost clear: "Don't... don't marry Sheng Jiayan. You can't promise him, whether you like him or not... "
Meng Eqi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were hesitant. She didn't understand why her grandmother asked for this. She clearly admired Sheng Jiayan very much before, thinking that he was someone who could protect Meng's house. But the grandmother suddenly did this, Meng Qiqi said anxiously, "Grandma, what do you think?"
The old lady Meng held Meng Qiqi's wrist with a little force, as if she had to remember the pain: "Qiqi, Sheng Jiayan is not as simple as you think, he... is very dangerous. You promise grandma, Don't marry him, stay as far away as possible."
Meng Eqi's heart felt like being struck by lightning. The grandmother's attitude towards Sheng Jiayan changed too quickly, so Meng Qiqi had to think that the sudden seriousness of the old lady Meng was related to Sheng Jiayan. Could it be that, as Nie Xuanlie said, Sheng Jiayan was doing something she didn't know!
Meng Qiqi's hesitation made Old Lady Meng's last wish unfulfilled. She didn't take a breath, her eyes widened and her whole body trembled. Meng Eqi panicked, and hurriedly shouted: "Call Langzhong! Quickly call Langzhong! Grandma... Grandma, don't scare me."
Suddenly, many people poured into the room, and Meng Eqi was pushed out. She stood under the porch in despair, watching the summer rain in the courtyard pouring on the flowers and trees in the courtyard, and a huge wave was already turning up in her heart.
Meng Qiqi raised her head, only to see the dark clouds covering the sun above, and the thick clouds hiding thunder and lightning hung in the sky. She suddenly thought that when she was young, she was lying on the Arhat bed once, and the old lady Meng was sitting on the side making her shoes. Meng Qiqi turned over and woke up with a pair of beautiful eyes. I didn't like the jade-carved look, so I touched the top of her hair: "We don't know what kind of person we want to marry in the future."
First uncle, then grandmother. If it is really related to Sheng Jiayan...
Meng Qiqi didn't even dare to think about it, and her heart cooled down a little.
The old lady Meng liked Sheng Jiayan so much later, and there was no reason why she would tell her to take care of him for no reason. My grandmother must have discovered something to tell me that. Did she make a mistake from the beginning? Sheng Jiayan has no memory. In his life, he will only remember who ordered the extermination of the Sheng family army. He will only remember the enemies of his parents, but he will not remember his diligence towards him. .
If his heart was cold from the beginning, why did he expect to warm him
Meng Qiqi was blindfolded by the grief, and all she searched in her mind at this moment was Sheng Jiayan's cold and ruthless face. He was cold-blooded when he treated Dafomi, he knew that A Rong had hatred in his heart but brought him by his side, he knew...
Meng Eqi was so remorseful that she didn't even have the right to blame Sheng Jiayan, because she caused all this herself. If she hadn't stopped her uncle in the main hall at that time, and hadn't insisted on bringing Sheng Jiayan back, would the current situation be different
Niu Tau Ma Mian squatted in the room, looking through the window at Meng Eqi's lost and cold back.
Niu Tou rubbed his head: "Did we do something wrong? We knew that we wouldn't have time to hold the soul directly. It's better now, Sister Meng has a deeper conflict with His Majesty."
Ma Mian lamented regretfully: "I understand now that good fortune tricks people, let's not waste time, just take it away, and save this old woman's hardships."
Suddenly, there were panicked voices from behind Meng Eqi. Some people called for the old lady, while others cried hoarsely.
She turned back suddenly and rushed into the inner room.
"Grandmother!" When Meng Eqi ran to the inner room, she stared blankly at the old lady Meng with her eyes open, and she had no breath at all. The eldest uncle and aunt knelt down and cried, Meng Yilian passed out from crying, and several elder brothers knelt down in unbearable grief.
"Grandma..." Meng Qiqi called again, burst into tears, and walked over to kneel beside the couch, clutching the sleeves of the old lady Meng tightly: "I was wrong, grandma, don't leave, I beg you …”
Others came to help Meng Qiqi, but she was already crying and couldn't get up.
The old lady Meng left suddenly, and her eyes were wide open before she died, as if she had a wish unfulfilled. Others don't know it, but Meng Eqi is very clear that the old lady Meng can't worry about her.
Meng Eqi's eldest uncle, Meng Zhihan, stepped forward and closed his eyes for the old lady, endured the grief, and comforted Meng Eqi: "Third girl, don't cry like this any more. Mother loved you the most during her lifetime, and you will tell her to go like this. Uneasy. Get up."
Meng Eqi was supported by two maids, and she watched as everyone worked together to carry Old Lady Meng to the main hall.
There's already a piece of jelly.
A black coffin with auspicious clouds on the bottom was placed in the center, and the idle people avoided it. The maids and the eldest aunt changed the shroud for the old lady, tied her white hair, and lay back in the coffin.
Two white candles were lit, and the mourning cries of everyone drifted in the late summer when the drizzle drifted.
No matter how everyone tried to persuade him, Meng Eqi couldn't stand before the spirit. If relatives and friends came to pay their respects, Meng Qiqi would follow them and kowtow to Mrs. Meng. Her forehead was red and swollen, but she still refused to get up.
The eldest aunt, Mrs. Yu, was afraid that she could not bear it: "Qiqi, you help aunt go to the old lady's room to see if there is any leakage. If there is any, we will burn it for the old lady together. There are many She also brought her beloved Buddhist scriptures with her."
Only then did Meng Eqi let Yan Sha hold her up. After a while of dizziness, she forcibly held back her eyes and returned to Old Lady Meng's room with her red and swollen eyes. White lanterns have been hung up in the mansion, Meng Eqi pushed open the door, and the grandmother's room has yet to be tidy up.
This house is full of traces of Mrs. Meng's life. She saw half of the scriptures on the table, the string of gentle Buddhist beads of the old sandalwood, and the blue-colored Magu's birthday plum vase that Mrs. Meng loved most during her lifetime. Half of the shoes were made for Meng Eqi before, and they were still placed on the side of her pear flower wood bed.
With red eyes, Meng Qiqi put away the Buddhist scriptures that Mrs. Meng loved the most during his lifetime, and took them to the mourning hall together.
Many people in the capital who had received the favor of Meng Mansion came to express their condolences when they heard the bad news. Although the eldest master Meng Zhihan was distraught, he still got up to entertain the guests. The major affairs of the family are temporarily handed over to his wife Yu Shi. Meng Yihui, who was married, came back with her husband. Meng Qiqi, Meng Yilian and her three sisters met, and they burst into tears.
In the palace, the emperor and the queen sent people to offer condolences. If Xie Chongming was not in good health, he would have wanted to stay in Meng Mansion by himself. Now that Mrs. Meng is gone, and Meng Eqi has no one to protect him, he has to find a way to give the Meng House a few official positions. The queen wanted to take Meng Qiqi into the palace, but Meng Qiqi rejected her sadly.
As both the emperor and the queen expressed their views, more and more officials and ministers came to express their condolences. Among the crowd, some were crying with sincerity, while others were crying in vain.
Meng Qiqi knelt down on the futon, she didn't close her eyes all day and all night, and she didn't eat.
The rain outside never stopped, and until late at night the next day, Sheng Jiayan hurried back to the capital after hearing the news.
He was covered in rain stains, as if he had come back on a fast horse.
Sheng Jiayan saw the thin back of him kneeling on the futon with his back in the mourning hall, he felt a pain in his heart, and wished he could take Meng Eqi in his arms to comfort him.
But just as he stepped on the steps, the people in the mourning hall called out, "Second Young Master is back."
Meng Qiqi's cold voice stopped him immediately: "No entry!"
Sheng Jiayan took a step, and his eyes suddenly darkened: "Qiqi?"
Meng Eqi stood up from the futon. Her face was cold and stunning. Although her complexion was haggard, she was not half as stunning. She held her head high with her back straight, her eyes full of strangeness and coldness: "Anyone can enter this mourning hall, but you, Sheng Jiayan, can't."
Sheng Jiayan just stood under the corridor, his sleeves were still dripping with water: "Qiqi, what happened?"
He was about to take another step, when he knew that Meng Qiqi was furious, and immediately ordered: "Come here! If Sheng Jiayan dares to enter the mourning hall, give him to this princess and take him on the spot!"
There were many guards with knives rushing around immediately, and the personal soldiers he brought back behind Sheng Jiayan also suddenly pulled out the cold sword.
Sheng Jiayan frowned, his expression gloomy: "Qiqi, do you really want to face me with a sword?"
Meng Eqi walked closer, although she tried her best to hold back her tears, but her voice was still ruthless: "In a few days, I will beg your uncle to remove you from the Meng residence. From now on, you have nothing to do with Meng Mansion."
Sheng Jiayan saw a cloud of blue under her eyes, and when he first received the news, he left everything behind and rushed back. He guessed that she needed to rely on her at this time, and it was Meng Qiqi's attitude that she refused, but Sheng Jiayan was only worried that she would faint if she continued like this.
He was willing to give in for Meng Eqi.
"I'll come back tomorrow." He stopped, glanced at Meng Qiqi again, turned around and took the soldiers away.
After he left, Meng Eqi couldn't hold it any longer and fell backwards. The eldest uncle and aunt who had just been shocked by this posture hurriedly supported her, Meng Yihui gave her husband a wink, and Qin Yue knew immediately and stepped out to chase Sheng Jiayan.
Meng Qiqi's eyes suddenly darkened, as if the torment and persistence of the past two days had all dissipated after seeing Sheng Jiayan.