"Where's my package?" Meng Qiqi said the first sentence, which made Sheng Jiayan's not-so-good-looking complexion a little colder.
"I'll hang it on the city wall for you." He replied.
Meng Qiqi was a little relieved. She raised her head and looked at Sheng Jiayan's beautiful chin: "Don't be angry, I didn't break the rules in the garden, I asked for a reward."
Sheng Jiayan sneered, Meng Qiqi knew that he was blaming her for acting rashly, but she was too weak and her head was dizzy, so she could only shut her mouth and take a good rest.
The two of them were silent for a while, Sheng Jiayan picked up Meng Qiqi's hand that was hit with the silver needle and looked closely, his eyebrows became even tighter.
Meng Qiqi knew that Liangjiabao's poison needle was difficult to solve, so she said weakly, "If I die—"
"You won't die." He interrupted her decisively.
Sheng Jiayan lowered his head, his eyes shining brighter than the stars shining on the sky outside: "Sleep."
Sheng Jiayan touched her hair for a while, Meng Qiqi was so sleepy after being stroked by him, and finally fell asleep.
Before going to bed, I heard Sheng Jiayan seem to say: "Si Ming and Yue Lao, I will settle accounts with you when I go back."
When Meng Qiqi woke up again, she was already pale.
She was awakened by the slight vibration, opened her eyes mistily, and found herself being held by Sheng Jiayan in his arms, and he climbed the stairs step by step. I don't know how long I walked with Meng Qiqi in my arms, but I didn't seem tired.
Meng Eqi looked around in a blink of an eye, under the forest in the mountains, ten thousand usne trees, the wind passing by like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, the leaves and needles were piled up in pieces. Only then did I see the clouds at the top of the mountain, and the snow was like dust.
Xiang Dingchen and Mo Chunfeng followed step by step, the four of them were speechless for a while, and at the same time, they climbed high and looked into the distance.
Meng Eqi was out of tune with the beautiful scenery, and was wrapping Sheng Jiayan's neck with weak hands.
"Why are we here?" she asked, her voice like a mosquito.
"The abbot of Lengshan Temple was once a proud disciple of Liangjiabao, and then he shaved his hair and entered the temple. He knows how to detoxify you."
Sheng Jiayan stopped at the top of the mountain with Meng Qiqi in his arms, and when he looked in the distance, a thick cloud piled up on the top of the mountain.
"Why did you bring someone else's concubine back?" Meng Qiqi couldn't help but asked.
If you don't ask this question, it's too hard for her to hold back for the rest of her life.
Sheng Jiayan's long and narrow eyes drooped slightly, and Meng Qiqi looked awkward for a while.
"If you don't like her, I won't let her stay in the house."
Meng Qiqi tilted her head: "I just asked, I thought I was going to be a hostess, so I need to ask clearly in advance, so as not to offend."
Mo Chunfeng hummed aside: "You're so sick, you still have time to be jealous."
Sheng Jiayan's eyes swept over, Mo Chunfeng simply flicked his sleeves and ran to argue with Xiang Dingchen.
Sheng Jiayan freed up a hand to wrap Meng Qiqi's hair on the temples, and her voice drifted into Meng Qiqi's ears along the mountain wind: "When you are well, I will explain this to you again."
Meng Eqi listened ignorantly, but after letting go of one concern in her heart, she no longer worried about the identity of the woman. The toxin attacked again, and she was in severe pain, so she fell asleep again.
Later, vaguely, he seemed to hear who Sheng Jiayan was talking to.
"You can just cure her, it doesn't matter if you remember it or not. I can use another ten years to spoil a Meng Qiqi."