Chapter 12: Lame Meng Po

The screen was removed at this time, and Sheng Jiayan looked at her indifferently when she was dressed neatly. That look seemed to ask: Why are you here?
The sneaky thing was discovered, and Meng Eqiang Qiang Yan smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I suddenly wanted to admire the moon here temporarily, don't you mind?"
Sheng Jiayan looked at the dim sky outside the window and was trying to ridicule. Suddenly, he glanced at Meng Eqi's legs, where there was already a faint blood on the skirt. He bent down with his hands on his knees, stared at her, and the flat voice sounded: "What's going on with your legs?"
Meng luxuriantly hid the hairpin behind his back: "It's okay to break the skin."
"Let's see." Sheng Jiayan almost lifted her pants legs without thinking.
Meng Wanqi quickly grabbed his wrist, and if Sheng Jiayan saw the wound, he must know that he had pierced himself. Then, after fighting, she still has any chance of winning her face. Isn't he going to be laughed at by him all the time!
"Your Majesty, don't bother. Let me sit here for a while, and I will stop it."
Sheng Jiayan glanced at her, and withdrew his hand indifferently, again the indifferent appearance. He straightened up and walked to the table case: "Well, this king still has business affairs, you are free."
Then he really dedicated himself to correcting the chanting. Meng Haoqi sat on the ground with a scalp pretending to look at the dark space for a while, and finally stood up unbearably: "I--"
Sheng Jiayan raised his eyes and asked directly, "Hungry?"
Meng Yuqi was originally going to go home, and after he asked, he turned a corner when the ghost came to his mouth.
"Ah, it seems to be a little hungry. Does your majesty have anything to eat?"
"Have."
Sheng Jiayan gave a high-five, and the attendant brought in delicate cakes. So, Meng Haoqi chewed up the cakes in the night, and under a plate, she propped her belly round, rubbing gaspingly, and suddenly found Sheng Jiayan looking at her.
She scratched her head, inexplicably nervous: "What do you think?"
"The wound is still bleeding. If you don't deal with it in time, you will get an infection." Sheng Jiayan squatted in front of Meng Eqi, rolled up her sleeves, put her legs on her knees, and took off her shoes three times, five times apart Socks.
Meng Yuqi wondered: "Is the fairy also infected?"
Sheng Jiayan didn't answer, only grabbed Meng Eqi's small feet, opened her skirt without changing her face! Then move up her silk bottoms swiftly!
"Why are you rolling my pants!?"
Sheng Jiayan paused and asked, "Is it possible that you want me to tear it?"
Meng Xuqi: "..."
Look at you! Look! Is King Yan playing a rogue against me!
Meng 萋 struggled to withdraw her leg, but the xie she stole before slipped out of her arms.
Sheng Jiayan glanced at it, and Meng Eqi hurriedly pretended to have pain: "Ouch, my legs hurt."
Sheng Jiayan gave her medicine without any hassle, and by the way: "What's the difficulty with you recently? You can tell Ben Wang, maybe Ben Wang can share with you."
Meng Youqi glanced at you quietly, would you like a pair of pants?
"Okay." Sheng Jiayan tied a symmetrical bow on her leg with a bandage, and did not forget to ask: "Are you ready to enjoy the moon?"
"No more!" Meng Haqi limped and walked out of the door.
"Ameng--"
"What else!"
"Ben Wang's clothes are still in your hands."
"... Such a big person can't wash a piece of clothing, and I can't wash it back with my majesty!"
Sheng Jiayan lazily leaned against the door, looking at Meng Eqi at the desert, and a playful smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.