Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

Meng Yongqi's words caused Meng Yong's memory to flood like tide, and the hazy pictures in the depth of the memory flashed like walking lights. How could Meng Yong forget? She had unlimited possibilities with Zhou Xing, or they would respect each other like that from now on. It certainly will not fall to the point of mutual hatred.

Meng Yong was not as pleasantly surprised as Meng Yingqi imagined, but instead looked more like a layer of frost. She coldly flicked Meng Yingqi stretched out to her hand and stood up and patted her skirt. Pendulum: "This palace never remembers these weird dreams. Please also ask this girl not to be here. Otherwise, when this palace calls, someone will take you as an assassin. So before this, please two people. Back. What is your identity? This palace can be blamed in the past, but if there are any disputes with this palace in the future, it is not polite to blame this palace."

After all, she called the guards out loud.

Meng Hao was about to refute two sentences with her, and was picked up sideways by Sheng Jiayan and went straight to the side.

Meng Yong watched these two people disappear, and his hands were cold and sweating. She had a moment of thought, if that was a fairy...

Anyway, she is like Zhou Xing. What fairy do you want?

After they left, Meng Yong was shocked by the pain in his ankle.

It happened that Li Yushu came, he did not rush to look at the two assassins, but walked anxiously towards Meng Yong. Supporting her shoulders heartily, the hair of the person in her arms raised gently, bringing a scent of fragrance. Li Yushu's heart moved, not worrying about the pain, she couldn't hold it.

He calmed his mind and let Meng Yong lean on him. Meng Yong tried to move his leg, and suddenly screamed and took a breath.

It was just the right time that hurt his bones and bones, and his ankles were swollen, so he couldn't walk or move.

"Your ankle is hurt. You must rub the blood and sit down against me." Li Yushu hugged her and gently pressed her injured ankle with both hands.

Meng Yong felt wrong, just about to push him away, but Li Yushu had already stepped her first: "Please forgive Weichen for how much offense."

His eyes were smiling, gentle and sincere, and Meng Yong's heart panicked for a moment, but in the end he didn't look too far.

Li Yushu withdrew her shoes and socks, and the ankle of Bai Rumeiyu was reflected in her eyes. He rubbed his hands against the wound and rubbed it slowly, as if the stab wound in his bones was less than the bruise that made him sad.

Meng Yong saw everything in his eyes, and his face gradually showed some embarrassment.

Finally, the belated Zhou Xing was surrounded by the crowd, holding his new beloved beauty in his arms. Miaomei leaned on Zhou Xing's chest with all sorts of shyness, and they looked at Meng Yong together. At that time, Meng Yong and Li Yushu had stood separately, and it was still inconvenient to walk only.

"Queen--" Zhou Xing's cold eyes swept Li Yushu and Meng Yong: "Nothing?"

Meng Yong's expression was indifferent: "Concubine is unharmed, Emperor Lau is worried."

Zhou Xing looked at the assassin who had died on the ground, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "All the assassins have been destroyed?"

Li Yushu clenched his fists: "When the micro minister came, the assassin had fallen to the ground."

Zhou Xing sneered: "Oh? With a weak woman in the Queens, how could he resist the two stout assassins and kill them as much as possible? I can't wait to hear it."

Zhou Xing finally gave Meng Yong a threatening look, then he turned around and left.

After Zhou Zhou walked, Li Yushu looked at Meng Yong and asked for something. But suddenly found that Meng Yong is now more and more beautiful. The summer sun slanted on her face, as if a wave of light rolled up on the white jade, that little bit of red, and a red plum blossoming suddenly on the ice and snow, that beauty, that beauty.

Meng Yong wasn't a beautiful face, but it used to be a beautiful show. And now somehow, she feels more beautiful.

"Just thank you." Meng Yong said to Li Yushu lightly, then she didn't wait for Li Yushu's reaction and insisted that she follow Zhou Xing's steps. Even if her figure was a little unstable, it must have been an ankle pain, but Meng Yong endured it without saying a word.

Meng Eqi and Sheng Jiayan, who were hiding on the side of the big tree, watched them both leave. Meng Eqi stared at the clusters of blood on the grass and frowned: "Who are these?"

Sheng Jiayan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the mask covered a lot of the wind in his eyes: "There should be many people who want Meng Yongming in this world."

Now Meng Yongming is posing a problem with Zhou Xing, so I don't want to recognize Meng Eqig Sheng Jiayan, Meng Eqig they have nothing to do, there is no breakthrough, it can be quite unfavorable.

"Ayan, do you have any way for us to use some spiritual power?"

Looking at the cunning in Meng's eyes, Sheng Jiayan frowned slightly: "Why?"

Meng Wanqi laughed a little: "Of course I want to see what Meng Yong is thinking."

...

Zhou Xing wanted to thoroughly investigate the assassin, and ordered everyone to stay in Qionglou.

That night, after Meng Yongqi and Sheng Jiayan and Meng Yong fell asleep, Meng Yingqi slipped into Meng Yong's room quietly.

The room was dark, and Meng Yong didn't seem to like to light the lamp to sleep.

Meng Yongqi slowly touched the bed, Meng Yong long hair lying down, seemed to be doing a nightmare, frowning very tightly, describing the uneasy look.

Meng Wanqi gently took her hand to her mouth, her eyebrows were scattered with the magnificent lake color, she slowly attached her hand to Meng Yong's heart, countless golden lights fluttered from her palm, and the whole house seemed to be thrown down by nine heads. Jinxue, a strange fragrance diffused. What kind of fragrance is that? Extremely cold and extremely cold, like the snowy fields from the white snow, the kind of no-business leisure like an endless cold fragrance.

If Meng Yong did not want to remember, then Meng Yongqi forced her to remember.

Meng Yong, who was dreaming, suddenly realized that she was wrapped in a burst of cold. In the endless darkness, she saw those golden butterflies that fluttered and fluttered in the dark.

"Jade see, Jade see?" She began to call her maidservant.

Meng Yong went forward subconsciously and found that the ground seemed smooth and soft. She looked down, her body stiffened in shock. Where is the flat ground, it is clearly a dark river! The river seemed to have no source and no end. Looking down, the bottom of the river was invisible, like the narrow valley between the mountains, and only the inexhaustible black air lingered towards her ankle on the river. .

It turns out she hasn't been in the room anymore? Did anyone kidnap her?

Suddenly there was a chuckle in the air, like a star sprinkling on the sparkling water.

Meng Yong was terrified: "Who's there!"

Meng Haoqi gradually showed her figure, wrapped in her with a tremendous light, her beautiful appearance was not touching, she was not in the world.

"Meng Yong, I have, we have seen it before, you can't afford it."

Meng Yong stared at her in horror: "Why did you get me here? What is this place!"

Meng 萋萋 smiled twice: "What are you afraid of, this is the nether land, and you will come here after death. The one you step on is Huang Quan. But don't be afraid, Huang Quanshui does not touch the soul. So you see, don’t you stand on the water in good order?"

Her words became softer and softer, and the soft ones were a little bit numb. Meng Yong even felt that there was a sigh of breath passing her ears, like a cold wind of willow wind blowing: "Here it is a little bit darker, a little colder , There are fewer people. You have the luck, and we are doing business well."

About half a scent of incense, Meng Yong spoke softly: "You." Her voice was still a little trembling, but the tone was normal anyway, not as terrible as before, she breathed deeply several times, It’s enough to say everything: “What’s the reason you brought me here?”

"For..." Meng Eqin smiled: "You will know later."

Innumerable and wordless words overflowed from Meng Eqi's mouth, and seemed to come from all directions on the infinitely dark Huangquan water. The flying golden butterfly became more and more prosperous with the spelling, and countless flaming silver flowers burst into the sky. They twisted into long ropes freely and went down to the yellow spring.

Butterflies are endless, as long as the rope goes deep, there is a long section that slowly twists together, it seems that there is no change, otherwise the halo of light flowing on the rope will make people have it. An illusion of time stagnation. Suddenly, the light brushed by the butterfly was dimmed, and at the same time, the Huangquan water swayed violently, just like someone flipped the ground at the bottom of the river, and the four water columns were accompanied by a thick black gas. From the beginning, the higher the roll, the thicker the roll, the coldness of Sen Han's unique ghost diffuses outward from the water column, and Meng Yong only feels that a layer of frost has formed on the soul.

Until... there was a person in the middle of the darkness who she knew no more.

Ling Ran's eyebrows and straight nose. It is weekly...

"Zhou Xing! Why have you been caught here?" Meng Yong reached out and grabbed him, but found that he could not be touched in any way.

Zhou Xing seemed to be unable to hear it, but he did not listen to it when he heard it. He still had a glowing face, and there was still a warm slight curl when his lips were not smiling. Relentless and indifferent.

Then, a crack appeared on Zhou Xing's face, and then resembled a vicious vine, with a long and terrible long stem crawling over his face a little.

"No, no, no!" Watching Zhou Xing's face ripped apart by cracks all over the broken incision: "Ah!"

Meng Yong screamed, his face covered with tears, and began to cry to Meng Eqi in the void: "I did something wrong, you let him go! Let him go!"

But who can respond in a void? The cracks on Zhou Xing's face were more and more and deeper and deeper. Meng Yong couldn't cry, whining, the muscles and blue muscles on her face jumped in horror, she finally caressed her hand Zhou Xing's face tried to smooth out the deep ravines above and below, which was like a straw that lightly fluttered like a feather, slowly pressing a camel with a load of ten million, and the cracked face crashed into powder. Turned into thousands of fireflies, the brush spread out in private.