For some reason, Sheng Jiayan saw Meng Qiqi floating in the air. At that time, Meng Qiqi's outline was transparent, and she could only vaguely see that she was wearing a red dress, looking at him anxiously.
Sheng Jiayan stood up subconsciously and wanted to reach out to grab her. But because of drunkenness, he stumbled into the begonia bushes, and the petals flew up. The guards who were guarding not far away rushed to help him up, Sheng Jiayan pushed the person away, looked up and searched for Meng Qiqi's shadow, but...
Gone.
Meng Qiqi was gone.
As if the startling glance just now was just an illusion that he missed too much.
The joy in Sheng Jiayan's eyes turned into grief. Facing the empty sea of flowers, he kept calling Meng Qiqi's name.
"Qiqi, come out, I see you, don't hide."
"Qiqi! Where have you been?"
"Qiqi..."
Sheng Jiayan looked around in the sea of begonias and brought countless petals.
Meng Eqi stood beside him, watching his body pass through her time and time again.
She felt a pain in her heart, closed her eyes slightly, and shed a hot tear.
Meng Eqi has been following Sheng Jiayan with the attitude of a wandering soul, even if he can't see himself at all.
On the way back, Sheng Jiayan didn't take the sedan chair, but walked in front of him in despair, followed by a line of serious guards. As the Flower Festival was approaching, the streets were crowded with people, and everyone avoided him when they saw him. He bought a lantern made of acacia wood, held it in one hand, and habitually wanted to hold someone's hand in the other, but it was empty.
Sheng Jiayan turned back and laughed at himself, with endless melancholy and dazed eyes.
Seeing him like this, Meng Qiqi couldn't help but think of the Huachao Festival many years ago, under the hazy moonlight, she happily held Sheng Jiayan's hand: "Ayan, can you let me ride your neck, okay? Hang this satin red silk on that hundred-year-old tree."
"Not good." At that time, Sheng Jiayan was full of worries, and he answered casually and didn't care.
Meng Eqi stubbornly went to climb the old tree, straddled the branches of the tree and tied the red silk up, but when he came down, he accidentally stepped on the air and rolled down from the tree. At that time, her forehead was bruised, but she still smirked at Sheng Jiayan: "Hang it up."
Sheng Jiayan frowned slightly when she saw that she was disheveled, turned around and walked forward.
Meng Qiqi didn't care about the pain on his forehead, and hurriedly chased after him: "Ayan, don't you want to know what I wrote on the red silk?"
"I don't want to." He said coldly and indifferently.
Meng Qiqi seemed to be forever tireless, and still smiled and said, "Alright, I won't tell you either. If you know it, it won't work."
The past events from many years ago flooded into my mind, not only Meng Qiqi thought of it, but Sheng Jiayan also thought of this scene. He came to the hundred-year-old tree back then and looked up at the branches already covered with red silk.
Meng Qiqi smiled bitterly. She knew that Sheng Jiayan wanted to find the bunch that she hung up back then, but how can she find so many red silks now
Who knew that Sheng Jiayan raised his hand, ready to remove all the red silks and search them one by one. The guards wanted to step forward to help, but he raised his hand to stop him. This move made Meng Qiqi slightly startled. She looked at Sheng Jiayan one by one, and then hung up the red silk that was not hers.
He kept repeating this, without feeling tired.
The color is getting darker and full of stars.
In the end, Sheng Jiayan finally found the strand that Meng Qiqi had hung up at the beginning. Meng Qiqi's writing was crooked, but it was not difficult to recognize. The color of the red silk faded a little because of the passage of time, but the words written by Meng Qiqi on the silk satin were very clear.
"The world will be peaceful, and I will share with him in court."
Sheng Jiayan read it out gently.
Meng Qiqi's eyes kept dripping from the corners of her eyes, and a sudden loud explosion interrupted her thoughts. The dark blue night was already covered with fireworks, and the sky was gorgeous.
The people all stopped and looked at the night sky, bursting out in amazement and cheers.
Meng Eqi knew that she should leave, and staying in the world for too long is not a good thing.
When she turned back to look at Sheng Jiayan one last time, she found that he was facing Meng Qiqi's direction stiffly, and then walked towards her little by little, with disbelief and ecstasy suppressed in his eyes.
He walked lightly, as if afraid of scaring someone away.
"lush."
Sheng Jiayan called out very gently, and every time he took a step closer to Meng Qiqi, the joy in his eyes became even more undisguised.
He knew that he had really seen Meng Eqi this time, and he also saw Meng Eqi standing there and gave him a wry smile.
However, it seems that the intention is never as expected.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the red silk on the century-old tree clapped. Sheng Jiayan just squinted his eyes, and the next moment Meng Qiqi disappeared again.
His eyes became anxious in an instant, and his face turned pale.
Sheng Jiayan called Meng Qiqi's name in a panic, and people all over the street looked at him in a daze.
Meng Eqi stood behind him and listened to all this quietly, her heart was extremely bitter.
Why has Sheng Jiayan ever been so embarrassed.
He had a cold that night and was unconscious.
Meng Eqi was lying on the side of his bed, looking at the outline of his facial features with distress, those eyebrows that were still furrowed even when he was asleep.
Sheng Jiayan has always been a person in good health, and he has never been so weak. Meng Qiqi looked at his sick face and made up her mind that when Sheng Jiayan got better, she should leave.
Anyway, when Sheng Jiayan dies, the two will meet again in the underworld.
In the middle of the night, Sheng Jiayan opened his eyes slightly, and he seemed to see Meng Qiqi standing beside him. He was burning so badly that he could only say in a confused way: "Qiqi... We will reward each other in front of the court..."
After all, he fell asleep again.
A few days later, when Sheng Jiayan was really healthy, Meng Eqi couldn't leave.
Everyone in the world knows that Marquis Changxin recruited alchemists wantonly in order to summon Princess Yi's soul.
Meng Eqi originally thought that there were no really powerful people in the world, but who knew that a person Meng Eqi was very familiar with came to the mansion of the Marquis of Changxin that day—
Too fake.
Maybe this time it was really too real, because when Meng Qiqi approached him, she felt a strange sense of oppression, which made her limbs weak and unable to move.
Meng Qiqi was very surprised. She was a priest. Even if she was a wisp of soul, few of the mortal Taoist priests could suppress her. Could it be that this Taixu Zhenren was already a half-immortal
Sheng Jiayan leaned on the chair lazily. There have been many alchemists in the past few days. He said, "Please start with the real person."
However, Master Taixu calmly glanced in the direction where Meng Eqi was hiding. He didn't rush to do it, but asked, "Dare to ask the Marquis, do you not regret it anyway? Locking the soul violates the reincarnation of the Tao, and will There will be karma retribution on the Hou Ye. So, is the Hou Ye not afraid?"
Sheng Jiayan didn't care: "Since I found the real person, it means that I have made all the preparations. Even if it is condemned, I can stand it."
The real Taixu smiled vainly, and with a flick of his brush, Meng Qiqi felt that a strong force was tying him up.
She was startled, and was about to break free and fly out the window, but the invisible rope was tightening around her.
Master Taixu took out a wooden figure from his arms, pinched his fingers, and chanted a mantra suddenly. Meng Eqi cried out in pain, and was instantly forced to press down on the puppet.
Sheng Jiayan was startled, his eyes gliding through the waves.
He heard the scream just now, and Sheng Jiayan hurriedly asked Taixu Zhenren: "Zhenzhen, could it hurt her?"
Real Master Tai Xu just smiled and handed the puppet wrapped in red thread to Sheng Jiayan: "Master Hou, Princess Laiyi's soul has been attached to the puppet by Pindao, this move can only be done for seven days. After seven days, she will The soul will fly away. I also hope that after this time, Lord Hou will stop being obsessed with it, and you need to know that everything is like a mirror, and it is all empty."
Sheng Jiayan held the puppet, his eyes floating in disbelief.
That night, the puppet possessed by Meng Eqi was placed in Sheng Jiayan's room. After arriving in his room, Meng Eqi was able to escape from the puppet and take a deep breath. At this time, a figure flashed at the door, and Sheng Jiayan was already standing at the door.
He was surprised and happy.
"lush-"
He was afraid that she would leave again this time, so he hurriedly walked over. Meng Qiqi didn't even see how he got here, and was already in his arms the next moment.
"It's really you, it's really you..." Sheng Jiayan buried her head in her neck, the strength of hugging Meng Qiqi was getting tighter and tighter, but he was still happy: "If I can see you again for seven days, I won't be able to die peacefully. It's worth it."
Meng Qiqi opened her mouth and wanted to scold him for not talking nonsense, but found that the voice could not be made.
Sheng Jiayan didn't care at all, Meng Eqi's agile expression fell into his eyes, no different from a stranger.
Meng Qiqi's body was so cold that Sheng Jiayan picked her up and put her on the bed. Sheng Jiayan didn't dare to light the lamp, for fear of scaring her soul away, so people piled up the night pearls in the room, and even put one on the bedside.
He gently embraced Meng Eqi, even if she didn't say a word, even if she was as cold as a stone.
This time, his hands didn't pass through Meng Eqi's body again. Meng Eqi couldn't help but feel emotional, stretched out a hand, and slowly touched Sheng Jiayan's face.
Sheng Jiayan hugged her tightly again like a child: "Qiqi, it's so cold."
Meng Qiqi was teased by his actions and couldn't help but sneer.
It turns out that Sheng Jiayan also had such childish moments.
She smiled movingly, and Sheng Jiayan's long-suppressed thoughts surged up. In a blink of an eye, he lowered his head slightly and covered Meng Qiqi's red lips.
He kissed so forgetfully, as if he wanted to eat all the rouge on her lips.
Meng Eqi struggled a little, but he lightly held Meng Eqi's hands, trapped her legs, and teased her inch by inch. Meng Eqi was stunned at first, but then he couldn't help but respond to Sheng Jiayan.
Sheng Jiayan's fingertips slipped to her abdomen, paused slightly, and asked tentatively, "Here..."