Since Meng Eqi's impassioned speech in front of the minister and squire, although it was not helpful, at least her local reputation has finally improved.
Sheng Jiayan maintained a wait-and-see attitude towards Meng Qiqi's rash use of Jing Fan, but Meng Qiqi always understood from the scrutiny that occasionally revealed in his eyes that Sheng Jiayan did not trust Jing Fan.
On the day they left from Guanchun Garden, Jing Fan brought all his belongings with him because he was going back to Beijing with Meng Qiqi.
"..." Meng Eqi looked at Jing Fan's so-called 'all the belongings', and it turned out to be a boy around seven or eight years old.
Jing Fan calmly met the gazes of Sheng Jiayan and Meng Qiqi, and introduced, "Your Majesty, Empress, this is my disciple, Jing He."
The boy was not afraid, but he bowed his head to Meng Qiqi and Sheng Jiayan generously.
Meng Eqi looked at the boy a few times and smiled: "When you first met your master, he would not worship the Wuwei emperor. Since I have nothing to do, you and your master belong to the same faction, why are you willing to salute me. "
Jing He raised a handsome face and said neither humble nor arrogant: "That's true, but Master taught me last night that I can't get along with my master. Your Majesty is our master, so we naturally have to bow our heads in a big salute."
Meng Eqi supported her forehead: "Your master is afraid that he won't let you get along with money."
Jing He lowered his head in embarrassment as if someone had exposed the lie. On the contrary, Jing Fan gave a thick-skinned smirk twice.
Meng Qiqi asked Shuishen to take them down to take a carriage to prepare to set off. Before leaving, Meng Qiqi looked at Sheng Jiayan for a while, and suddenly said, "Ayan, I think you are a bit like him."
"You Jingfan?"
Meng Qiqi shook her head: "Jing He, that child."
Sheng Jiayan snorted coldly, as if he did not agree with Meng Qiqi's words.
Meng Eqi leaned over and said solemnly: "I am more familiar with his eyes, a bit like you in the second life. Full of hatred and deeply hidden thoughts."
If Meng Eqi guessed correctly, Jing He is probably the child of the Prefect Wang. Even if Jing He is a deeply scheming person, he is still a child in the end. He just accidentally looked at Sheng Jiayan's eyes, and a flash of intense hatred was about to come out. As a result, the fire in Wang Taishou's mansion was indeed somewhat related to Meng Yong.
But of course she is not very worried. Anyway, now Meng Yong is Sheng Jiayan, and Sheng Jiayan can solve any danger.
After returning to the capital, Meng Qiqi, on a whim, dug out her mountain of dowry in Meng Yong's Fengyi Palace. In this pile of gold and silver jewelry, Meng Eqi discovered a very important thing.
Meng Yong's diary.
There may be no merit to Meng Yong, but she actually has the habit of recording, which undoubtedly allows Meng Eqi to understand her better. Even if Meng Yong's life was recorded in the book before he came, there must be countless unknown emotional changes hidden behind the cold text narrative on the paper.
Meng Qiqi carried Sheng Jiayan on her back and held the diary in her hand. She leaned against the wall eagerly to find a place to have a good look. Along the way, she avoided the guards and eunuchs and hid in the toilet.
Li Yushu happened to see it around the corner, and being annoyed by Princess Zhaoluan, he wanted to divert the princess' attention, so he quickly shouted: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Where are you going!"
Meng Eqi shuddered when she heard his voice, and when she looked back, she saw Zhaoluan hugging Li Yushu's neck tightly, she clicked her tongue and shook her head with emotion: "The queen's cousin is really beautiful."
Well, she closed the toilet door tightly.
Of course, Zhaoluan also saw Meng Eqi, but now she was all about Li Yushu, she hugged Li Yushu's neck and shook her coquettishly: "Why are you calling the emperor, he wants to be courteous, we don't bother him anymore. You didn't write poetry against others, why don't you go to my palace soon?"
Meng Qiqi put Li Yushu's life and death aside, squatting in the toilet, she silently opened Meng Yong's diary. She just opened the first page, suddenly remembered something, closed her eyes and said silently: "Meng Yong, don't blame me, I want to help you solve your problem, don't blame me for peeping, I'm also for you."
On the first page of the diary, it was unexpected that Meng Yong seemed weak, but the note was so simple and rude: Zhou Xing left the first, miss him.
Meng Qiqi was puzzled, could this be the record after Meng Yong married Zhou Xing
Page 2: The second Zhou Xing left, I miss him.
Page 3: The third time Zhou Xing left, I miss him. I miss him.
Meng Eqi turned to the tenth page, and was finally moved by this lingering and hot love and felt dizzy and dizzy. Thank you, the eleventh week trip is finally back! Meng Yong finally stopped this magical thought.
She continued reading, page 11: Zhou Xing is back, but he went back without even looking at me.
Pages 12 to 30 are all about Meng Yong's various praises to Zhou Xing and his grievances that he turned a blind eye to. Meng Eqi couldn't help smacking her tongue, Meng Yong gave the impression of being so weak and vulnerable, how could there be such a frenzy deep in her heart
Turning down further, the diary was suddenly blank, and there were no records on several pages, some of which were only dots of ink the size of beans. It seemed that Meng Yong wanted to write something, but he didn't know how to write, so he stopped there.
However, when Meng Eqi turned a few pages back, she actually discovered an alarming secret.
On a certain page of the diary, Meng Yong hurriedly wrote in extremely scribbled handwriting: I discovered Zhou Xing's secret.
She quickly changed another line: If he found out, I might die.
Soon another line was changed: it's also possible that we'll live happily ever after.
The diary stopped writing here, and there was no record of Meng Yong anymore.
Meng Qiqi closed the book with a complicated mood, and sat on the bucket to ponder deeply.
According to the current situation of Meng Yong and Zhou Xing, it is obvious that they do not live happily together.
So what is this week's secret
With this question, Meng Qiqi was still thinking about it when she was lying on the bed with Sheng Jiayan in the evening. Until he found that Sheng Jiayan seemed to be in a bad mood, he kept his thin lips and eyes closed.
"Ayan, are you not happy?"
Sheng Jiayan let out a "um" from the tip of his nose, and then stopped.
"What's the matter, is the mother embarrassing you again?"
Sheng Jiayan opened a pair of phoenix eyes, and he looked sideways at Meng Qiqi: "Meng Yong has not been pregnant for so many years."
"Well, then what?"
Sheng Jiayan couldn't go on anymore. From Meng Eqi's perspective, he could see that his lips were tightly closed, as if he was really suppressing something.
It was only the next day that Meng Eqi asked Shushen to find out what happened.
"The queen mother called her majesty to Shoukang Palace, and asked more than a dozen imperial physicians to ask your majesty's pulse. She also asked when your majesty had her menstrual period, when she had sex with Zhou Xing, and how long ago was the last intercourse. Sister Meng, if you were present, You will find out how terrifying the killing intent in His Majesty's eyes. If I hadn't been comforting him by my side, I'm afraid His Majesty would have drawn his sword and killed him on the spot!"
Meng Eqi spit out a sip of tea, no wonder Sheng Jiayan's emotions last night seemed to be ravaged and insulted.
"But Zhou Xing already has a son Zhou Yuli, why is the Queen Mother so anxious to let Meng Yong have another? The Queen Mother doesn't like Meng Yong, but she likes Zhou Yuli very much. Meng Yong can just take care of Zhou Yuli without her own children, right? The Queen Mother Why do you have to work so hard for Meng Yong to give birth to another one?" Meng Qiqi took the handkerchief handed by Shuishen and wiped her chin gracefully.
Her fingertips ran under her lips, feeling a little prickly.
Um? Is the beard too long
The bad god said in the tone of someone who had come over: "I think about it, I know it, Zhou Yuli's journey is unknown, and it was born of Zhou Xing's true love, but who knows what this true love was back then? According to the Queen Mother, I don't know who the woman is, Zhou Xing I don't even mention it myself, it must not be a glorious life experience. The royal family pays attention to bloodline, if Meng Yong can give birth to an orthodox child, of course it will be better. "
"Really? But why do I think the queen mother wants to depose Meng Yong's empress on the grounds of 'no son', so that her own niece, Concubine Shu, can take her place?"
Shen Shen pondered for a while, then nodded in approval: "It's also possible."
"What's more, Zhou Yuli is so sensible and obedient, regenerating another one may not be so worry-free."
After dinner in the evening, Meng Eqi looked at Sheng Jiayan, who was grading the memorial, and rubbed his fingers in embarrassment. Then he sat on the chair and said with a serious expression, "Ayan, I want to ask you to do me a favor."
Sheng Jiayan put down the book and looked up at her, as if waiting for her next sentence.
Meng Qiqi swallowed her saliva, cleared her throat and said, "Can you shave me?"
"… "
Meng Qiqi touched her chin, feeling a little embarrassed: "It's too long, it'll prick your hands."
Sheng Jiayan called Shuaishen to prepare tools, and stood sideways beside Meng Qiqi to clean up the stubble on her chin. Shen Shen looked a little frightened from the side: "Sister Meng, will you be uncomfortable?"
Meng Eqi gave him a sideways glance, and before he could say anything, Sheng Jiayan pointed it out: "It's not the first time she shaves."
"Which time?" Meng Eqi rose up to resist.
"Oh! I remembered it!" A flash of light flashed in Shuishen's mind: "It's the matter of Sister Meng stealing aphrodisiacs in the underworld!"
"It's not an aphrodisiac, that's the Gu God lying to me! Ouch!" Meng Eqi slapped the table in excitement, forgetting that the scraper in Sheng Jiayan's hand was very close to her, and her jaw throbbed with a violent move.
Sheng Jiayan quickly picked up the cloth on the side and pressed it on her bleeding chin, and hurriedly went out to call the imperial doctor.
"Wuwu, Ayan, you are so stupid, this can make me scratch." Meng Qiqi cried with a sullen mouth.
"Don't move!" Sheng Jiayan frowned coldly and said, "You are not honest when you shave your beard, and you dare to cry now that you are suffering. Fortunately, this is not your own body, otherwise... "
Meng Qiqi blinked her eyes: "Otherwise what?"