When Meng Eqi and the others returned to the mundane world, it had been a year since they left a while ago.
In the late spring, Meng Eqi and Sheng Jiayan could only stay in the human world for a month at most, and the human body they could sustain with their spiritual power was still a bit reluctant.
Meng Eqi jumped forward, she and Sheng Jiayan were both wearing long silver shirts, Meng Eqi's collar was suddenly grabbed by Sheng Jiayan.
When he turned around, he met Sheng Jiayan's face wearing a mask.
"Walk well." He said coldly.
Meng Qi pursed his lips: "Anyway, no one knows us."
At this moment, it suddenly started to rain, Meng Eqi and he avoided a tea stall, and each asked for a cup of tea-colored water.
"Ayan," Meng Eqi looked out, "what should we do? Now how do we enter the palace like this, I'm fine, I'll just go and see when I'm waiting for the palace maid. What do you do? Man? Isn’t it necessary to enter the palace to…”
Meng Qiqi made a castrated gesture, and the choked Sheng Jiayan's expression froze.
"Tomorrow is the dragon boat race. At that time, the emperor and others will go to Hunting Mountain Qionglou to watch the dragon boat. We can take the opportunity to get closer."
Meng Qiqi nodded as if he didn't understand: "But Hunting Mountain is heavily guarded, how can I enter Qionglou?"
Sheng Jiayan glanced at her sideways: "Secret way."
"Secret way!" Meng Eqi exclaimed, attracting the attention of others, and she quickly lowered her voice: "Why do you still know that there is a secret way in Qionglou?"
Sheng Jiayan didn't care: "Otherwise do you think my emperors are for nothing?"
"..." It makes sense and cannot be refuted.
The fifth day of the fifth lunar month is the Duanyang Festival. The female relatives of the capital each have their own hairpin doors, and their bodies are decorated with herbs. On this day, it is customary to eat zongzi and race dragon boats. The West Lake on the outskirts of Beijing hosts dragon boat races every year.
The Qionglou on the Hunting Mountain will be available for the emperor to climb to watch the dragon boat race.
Every year on the Dragon Boat Festival, there is a poetry contest held in Qionglou Yuyuzhong, and the poems are written on the dragon boats that are traveling. , after being caught, Jing Xuanyun, one hour and one round, the winner will be awarded the Royal Golden Medal, which can be regarded as a customs clearance letter for participating in the imperial examination.
Such a topic can be compared to three rounds in a day. The leader of the three rounds is rarely seen in a hundred years. In a capital full of talented people, being able to win the leader of the round is enough to become famous.
As early as the second day of junior high school, the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Palace came out to announce that the Empress would come to West Lake on the Duanyang Festival, and ordered the ladies, imperial life and sisters in the capital to go there together.
And Meng Qiqi also took this opportunity to pretend to be the sister of the servant of the Ministry of Rites, Sheng Jiayan pretended to be her bodyguard, and the two sneaked into the Qionglou.
When Meng Qiqi and the others entered the Qionglou, the emperor and the queen had not yet arrived. Meng Eqi leaned on the railing and looked around, until Sheng Jiayan patted her secretly, Meng Eqi realized that her act was bold, which had caused several sisters around her to whisper. Meng Eqi hurriedly sat down and waited with his eyes, nose, nose and heart.
Qionglou Yuyu is divided into three floors, one is more gorgeous than the other, and the other is brighter than the other. When there is a banquet on weekdays, the royal relatives and nobles are always sitting on the top floor, the female family members of your palace are on the second floor, and the accompanying stewards and female officials are at the bottom.
Meng Eqi was counting the ants with her head down, when she heard the inner minister at the door of the building screaming, "The Empress is here, the concubine is here!"
Concubine? Meng Qiqi frowned slightly, when she was there, there was no concubine.
I saw two women in palace costumes entering the door of the building, a girl and an eunuch were greedy.
The woman walking in front was elegant in appearance, wearing a crimson palace attire, with jewels on her head, swaying phoenix tail, and phoenix eyes. This is not Meng Yong, who is this. Meng Eqi almost waved to say hello. It's just that Meng Yong's temperament is a bit aggressive now, and he doesn't look like he was docile at the time.
The Queen's lotus step shook gently, and the figure of the imperial concubine behind her was revealed. This time everyone was really surprised, the imperial concubine actually wore a crimson cicada wing gauze palace dress!
When Meng Eqi saw the face of the imperial concubine, she almost shouted, this is... Concubine Shu!
In just one year, she became a concubine.
Concubine Shu's jaw is pointed, her eyes are slanted, her lips are painted with purple grape juice rouge, and there is a hint of beauty in her charm.
At today's party, no one could have imagined that the empress and the concubine would bump into their shirts.
It can be seen that the imperial concubine did not put the queen in her eyes.
The meaning of the imperial concubine is also very clear. Under this general situation, only she can compete with the queen.
The two walked to the third floor and sat down, Meng Yongsu raised his hand and said softly, "No!"
"Thank you, Niangniang!" The female family members stood up in unison and took their seats.
"It's Ben Gong who is late, so let the ladies stay for a long time!" Meng Yong said with a friendly demeanor, "Place the dishes!"
"According to the order!" An internal minister lightly flicked the dust, and a row of women in palace costumes filed in, holding three hundred and sixty kinds of food boxes, one by one on the table. It really is the delicacies of mountains and seas, birds and beasts, all are complete.
If it wasn't for the surprise of Meng Yong's change, Meng Qiqi's attention would have long since turned to the delicacies in front of him.
The female relatives were all seated, and the imperial concubine ordered the princes and grandsons to hold the table on the other side. More than a dozen elegant sons came chatting and laughing, most of them were royal relatives or sons of courtiers.
After a while, the dragon boats downstairs were ready, and they all set sail, and flags of various colors fluttered. The lion dance team at the ferry was beating drums and playing, and with the sound of a horn, the dragon boat broke through the water, as fast as lightning.
The dragon boat traveled to the middle of the lake, but heard the "swoosh" arrows in the air, the waves and the wind hit the target in the middle of the boat. shouted:
"Thirteen cold, ask plum blossoms!"
"Siwei, visit Ju!"
"Fourteen yuan, Pinyue!"
Meng Eqi listened ignorantly, but only knew that this was the topic of the competition for a while. Her eyes were fixed on Meng Yong's side, waiting for a chance to speak to her.
"Liu's sister." A gentle voice sounded in his ear: "Why is my sister wearing a mask when eating?"
Meng Eqi was stunned for a moment. She must have met an acquaintance of the elder sister of the Minister of Rites. He turned his head and said, "Ah, I don't have any appetite right now, I'm just waiting to see the dragon boat."
The woman said strangely: "Sister's voice has also changed a little today."
"Because I... I had a typhoid a few days ago, and today I have a bad throat."
The dragon boat downstairs is no longer the most important, the poetry competition is in full swing, and the talents in the capital are pacing back and forth, racking their brains to paste rhyme and wording. Meng Eqi also stared nervously at Meng Yong's side.
"Is Sister Sai Shi ready for a while?"
Meng Qiqi first responded in a perfunctory manner, and then asked stupidly, "What poetry?"
The woman said strangely: "The poetry competition held every year, my sister was the top one last year."
It's broken, it's broken, how could Meng Eqi forget that a woman wants to write poetry!
She can't do anything!
At this moment, Meng Eqi suddenly saw Meng Yong leave her seat, she explained a few words to the maid next to her, and left when everyone was not paying attention.
The alarm bell rang in Meng Eqi's mind, and she quickly got up and followed.
He hurriedly said to the woman, "I have no idea now. Going out for a walk, maybe I can come up with something good."
Meng Eqi followed Meng Yong quietly and walked into a wood behind the building after seeing Meng Yong wandering around for a while. Meng Qiqi looked up and saw the green and lush greenery, obscuring the sun. She began to think about whether to leave a letter to Sheng Jiayan, but later she was afraid of losing Meng Yong, so she could only follow her for the time being.
…
Meng Yong walked to the shade, fanned happily, and suddenly felt his heart tighten, as if someone was following him. She felt that someone was following her, she turned her head suddenly, and found that there was only green camellia behind her, swaying in the wind, and there was no one else.
Meng Yong took a deep breath and touched his chest, wondering where the fear came from. Half an hour after coming out, I was afraid of being rude, so I walked along the road and planned to detour back.
Just after walking a few steps, Meng Yong suddenly heard the sound of small footsteps behind him. Meng Yong was startled and couldn't help but turn his head: "Who?"
The words just fell, but seeing the trees on both sides shaking, they will pounce on two black-clothed killers with big swords!
Meng Yong was shocked and shouted, but unfortunately she had walked deep into the woods at this time, and everyone was busy watching the dragon boat by the lake.
She didn't have time to think, she could only run away. It's a pity that the dress she's wearing today is too cumbersome, and she can't walk even with all her strength.
Suddenly, Meng Yong only felt a pain in her waist and eyes, and the man in black grabbed her belt, her body twisted, and then her ankle hurt, screamed, and fell to the ground. Meng Yong was in a hurry and wanted to get up in a panic. He didn't want to sprain his foot from the fall. As soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and almost fainted.
The man in black pounced, and without a word, slashed the top of her head with a big knife.
This scene made Meng Eqi, who was hiding in the grass beside her, almost terrified. She got out of the grass in three steps, took out the soft sword around her waist, and attacked the man in black.
However, when she was in the mortal world, she couldn't use any magic power. Two fists are harder than the fourth, and after a few tricks, they have gradually fallen into the disadvantage.
Just when Meng Eqi struggled to resist, a streak of blood suddenly spilled out in front of him. The man in black standing in front of Meng Eqi suddenly fell down, and behind him stood Sheng Jiayan in a silver cloak. The golden mask on his face was cold and hard, revealing a beautiful jawline.
Sheng Jiayan eliminated the two men in black by three and five, and Meng Qiqi hurriedly jumped over: "Ayan! Why did you come here? It's so dangerous."
Sheng Jiayan didn't speak yet, but just looked at Meng Yong.
Meng Yong fell to the ground, his face pale: "You... you are a group?"
Meng Eqi shook her head, approached and squatted down, as usual with her. Her dark ink pupils have the power to deceive people.
"Meng Yong, do you remember a dream you had before? In the dream, someone became you."