"Amen—"
The clear voice was like a pair of hands stirring chaos, pushing away the heavy darkness in front of Meng Eqi's eyes. Meng Eqi closed her eyes slightly, and opened them again, she was already in the Liaoyang Hall of the Underworld.
Sheng Jiayan has a jade crown on his head, and Yan Wang wears Luofu on his body. He sat high above, and under the seat were lined with underworld officials. Meng Eqi stood blankly at the door of Liao Yang Palace, looking at these colleagues who suddenly appeared.
The ghost officials all turned their heads to look at her, and the boy of good and evil also waved to Meng Qiqi: "Sister Meng, come quickly!"
Meng Eqi stepped over in a daze and stood in her own position.
Sheng Jiayan turned to look at her, his voice was cold: "Are you going to sleep late again?"
Meng Eqi opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to do.
Why is she here? Shouldn't she be in the world with Sheng Jiayan? Is it...
She just had a dream on earth
Sheng Jiayan took his eyes away from her and continued the topic just now: "How did the ghost official who stole the life and death book last time arrange it?"
The judge went out and replied: "Those who violate His Majesty the King of Hell should be sent to the eighteenth hell according to the laws of the underworld, and they will never be born again."
Sheng Jiayan snorted softly, snapped the book of good and evil in his hand, opened his thin diamond-shaped lips lightly, and said in a kind-hearted manner, "Do it immediately." It was stolen, what do you think?"
Meng Qiqi's soul was restless, and he suddenly came back to his senses when he heard His Majesty the King of Hell calling his name: "What?"
General Xuehe reminded: "Sister Meng, last time you borrowed your life and death book for fun, but it was stolen by a ghost official! Now your majesty is asking you!"
Meng Qiqi immediately said: "Your Majesty, this is due to the negligence of the minister, please forgive me."
Sheng Jiayan's handsome and extraordinary half face seemed to be against the light, and Meng Qiqi's dull eyes were clearly reflected in his dark and jade-like eyes, and he solemnly said word by word: "Since the underworld is now out In order to prevent such a thing from happening again and seriously threaten the safety of the underworld, this king decided to send a secret official to the Liaoyang Palace to guard. Amen, how about you?"
what! ? Meng Qiqi suddenly came back to his senses: "Your Majesty? I'm afraid I can't handle a lowly position!"
Just kidding, ask her to move to Liaoyang Palace! ? What is the difference between His Majesty the King of Hell and the house arrest in disguise!
Sheng Jiayan's cold and sparse eyes narrowed slightly, and his straight brows were like a calm lake without a trace of movement: "Maintaining the safety of the underworld, you are a subordinate of this throne, and you have a heavy responsibility, how can you refuse?"
Meng Qiqi seemed dazzled, and she saw Sheng Jiayan's lips curved slightly suspiciously for a moment.
"But... but..." Meng Eqi winked at the dog-headed military officers beside him.
"Is there any objection from the ministers?" Sheng Jiayan's eyes swept away, and General Xuehe and others lowered their heads and stopped looking at Meng Qiqi, saying that they had no objection.
After the court, Meng Eqi stayed in the Liao Yang Palace in a daze. Before she even said anything, General Xuehe and the others consciously moved her softness over, which made Lord Yan very satisfied. even more depressed.
Meng Eqi spent a few days peacefully in Liaoyang Palace, and misses the life of chasing chickens and dogs in her Mengpo mansion. This **** has nothing to do, and came to read Sheng Jiayan's private library. The bookshelves of pear blossom and palm wood are lined up one after another. The books here are all-encompassing, and Meng Qiqi is counting them one by one, boring. Flip through.
She casually took out a geographical map of the human world and looked at it, finding it meaningless and stuffing it back. Just then, a piece of paper fell lightly from the book.
Meng Qiqi picked it up from the ground and unfolded it slowly. On this yellowish rice paper, there was a picture of a young woman leaning on a railing, holding a folding fan in her left hand. The relationship between the woman's facial features is not very clear.
Could this be the woman that His Majesty Hades liked
Meng Eqi looked up and down, but couldn't even think of who this woman was. She eagerly prepared to put the rice paper back, but a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her: "What are you doing?"
Meng Qiqi turned her head back, carried the portrait behind her with a guilty conscience, and gave an extremely ugly smile: "Your Majesty, what a coincidence, why are you here!"
Sheng Jiayan's eyes, slender fox eyes, but because the corners of the eyes are wide and the tails of the eyes are narrow and slightly warped, he has a bit of a phoenix-eyed and arrogant aura. Two o'clock in the deep pool of cold stars, she saw her heart tremble for a while, obviously she didn't do anything, but she couldn't help feeling guilty.
Meng Qiqi didn't dare to look at Sheng Jiayan at this moment.
Sheng Jiayan casually put the file he was holding on the bookshelf next to him, and then came to Meng Eqi with his palm up: "What's hidden, take it out and see."
Meng Qiqi's two toes rubbed against each other twice, but in the end, unable to match Sheng Jiayan's gaze, he handed out the rice paper.
Sheng Jiayan took a look and frowned for a moment, then his expression returned to normal: "What are you doing looking at your own portrait."
"Me? Myself?" Meng Eqi was surprised, she stretched her head over and glanced at the portrait again: "Why don't I remember that I had such a time, Your Majesty?"
Sheng Jiayan said in his usual tone: "Your head has never been able to remember many things."
Meng Eqi touched his forehead, as if it were true. These days, she has been in a daze, always feeling that she has forgotten something important.
So she embarrassed: "Then Your Majesty, you are busy, I will go first."
After Meng Qiqi left, Sheng Jiayan lowered his eyes again to look at the portrait of the woman in his hand, and a trace of coldness flashed in his long, dark eyes, as if it were expected to be a cold spring, and then quietly disappeared into the night. Immediately, a cluster of faint flames ignited at his fingertips, slowly burning the painting to ashes.
Meng Qiqi slipped out of the Liaoyang Palace, walked down the Wangchuan River, passed Huangquan Road and Wangxiangtai, and finally ran to the Blood River Pool Prison. Seeing the ghosts struggling in the Blood River Pond, Meng Eqi's ears were filled with howls of ghosts and wolves. She picked up a stone on the ground and floated it on the blood river pond. During the period, I don't know which soul's forehead was hit, and the other party groaned in pain.
Meng Eqi shrank her neck and turned her head to leave, but suddenly bumped into someone.
"Meng Po God?" The other party was surprised for a moment.
Meng Eqi raised her head, and it was actually a somewhat faceless woman. The other party looked like her, but she couldn't think of her name Meng Qiqi. But the other party obviously recognized her.
"Mengpo God, didn't you go down to earth to practice with His Majesty the King of Hell?"
Down to earth experience...
Meng Eqi suddenly remembered everything, and at that moment it seemed as if all the white fog in her mind had been swept away, and her memory came back a little bit clearer.
"That's right... I should have reincarnated with Sheng Jiayan. I remember calling Laiyi. He became the Marquis of Changxin and Jicheng..." Meng Qiqi felt that at that moment, a spring water was pouring into her head. Pour all the hard ice and let the stored memories break out of the cocoon.
There was a dull pain in her abdomen, and Meng Eqi hurriedly covered it.
child…
By the way, she seems to be pregnant with Sheng Jiayan's child.
Why is she here? ! She remembered that she seemed to be knocked out by the tall, thin man, so she was now—
in a dream!
Meng Eqi, who was aware of this, suddenly found in horror that a crack appeared on the face of the woman opposite her, and then, like a vicious vine, its terrifying long stalks stretched over the woman's face little by little.
Meng Eqi hurriedly stepped back a few steps, and the cracked face shattered into powder, turned into thousands of fireflies, and spread out with a swipe.
The illusion collapsed, Meng Eqi should wake up.
…
On Jiuzhong Shang, Emperor Zhenwu slowly withdrew his hand, and the fluorescent light in his hand gradually disappeared.
The boy next to him stepped forward: "Zun, is it still not good?"
Emperor Zhenwu shook his head: "Forget it, it can't be sealed."
"What do you want to do with the child in Madam Meng's womb?"
The Great Emperor Zhenwu turned and returned to his seat. The South China Sea Night Pearl above his head was exuding a soft luster. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally said: "Let her return to the underworld as soon as possible, the child must not be allowed to be born."
"Yes." The boy led the order to retreat.
Emperor Zhenwu stroked his eyebrows, he didn't expect Madam Meng to have such a strong will. Even if he gave her an illusion, it didn't work, but it still woke her up.
…
Meng Eqi sat up abruptly, took a deep breath, and hurriedly covered her abdomen, realizing that the pain was no longer there, so she slowly let out a sigh of relief.
"you're awake?"
A familiar voice came from the side, Meng Qiqi turned her head, a little wary: "Xie Yaohua, is it really you?"
It was dark outside, and a lamp was lit indoors. Xie Yaohua sat like this in the corner, her young eyebrows were open and wanton, she slowly got up and walked to Meng Qiqi: "Meng Laiyi, I often think about your previous life. What kind of blessings have you cultivated, and you are so unique. Not only does the father love you, but even General Nie, who has nothing to do with you, is deeply in love with you. Do you have to fight with me? I can give the honor of the father's favor to the princess You, why are you still coming to snatch Nie Xuanlie from me? You already have Sheng Jiayan, why are you still not satisfied?!"
Meng Qiqi looked at her, her voice unconsciously adding a bit of coldness: "I have never fought for him with you, and Nie Xuanlie has nothing to do with me."
Xie Yaohua sneered: "It doesn't matter? Then why does he call out your name every time he gets drunk, even if you don't care, does he care?"
Meng Qiqi was at a loss for words, but Nie Xuanlie shouted that it was not her, but her in the previous life. But... In the end, she was alone in the two lives, so Meng Eqi didn't know how to explain it to Xie Yaohua. In Xie Yaohua's eyes, her silence for such a moment was the default.
Xie Yaohua couldn't bear it any longer, and desperately pushed Meng Eqi forward, shaking violently: "Meng Laiyi, you are really hateful!"
Meng Qiqi was suddenly swayed to one side by such a bunch of her, she was also angry, and subconsciously covered her abdomen and said, "Xie Yaohua, what do you think you are! Did you know about the war at Bian Yueguan? If you know about it but don’t report it to your uncle, and let other countries slaughter our people, where is your benevolence and morality as a princess?!”