Chapter 112: Painting on the lake

Wei Zixi: "..."
Lin Jingxing held Wei Zixi's waist tightly and happily put it on his back. The two looked sweet on their horses. Meng Yingqi couldn't help but shake his body, but Wei Zixi's face was not very good good looking.
In the end, Wei Zixi also said that there was a carriage in Fufu. Lin Jingxing loosened his hand and held Wei Zixi tightly.
Lin Mengqi was helped by Lin Jingxing to get into the carriage, and then he climbed up. When Wei Zixi got on the carriage, Lin Jingxing quickly blocked the door of the carriage and looked back at him defensively.
Wei Zixi: "..." What the hell! ?
Lin Jingxing said with justice: "Sister Meng and the female referee are inconvenienced with the two of us in the same car. Brother Wei still sat with me outside."
Wei Zixi of his words was not easy to refuse, otherwise he would appear to be not a gentleman at all, and he would be disgusted by Meng Eqi. Wei Zixi could only glance at the gorgeous figure behind the car curtain with regret, and then sat on the car cowl to work as a driver.
Soon the carriage moved to the water embankment, and the willows on the embankment braved the dense greenness, the cicadas on the trees kept on sound, and the summer was thick.
Wei Zixi wanted Lin Jingxing to jump from the other side, and he went to lead Meng Yingqi out. Unexpectedly, he just stopped the carriage, Lin Jingxing kicked him down with a foot, and pretended to be surprised: "Sorry Brother Wei! I didn't mean it, I just stopped my leg, are you okay!?"
"No... It's okay." Wei Zixi patted the dust on his robe, and he helped the jade crown that was almost crooked.
He watched as Lin Jingxing walked Meng Youqi off the carriage like a dog, and began to wonder if Lin's family would be intentional?
Meng Wanqi shook the fan, looked up at the nearest painting, and saw the color of the bow of the ship, and set up a Fushan furnace with a god-beast pattern that spit incense high in the waist, and a lamppost wrapped with gold foil hung on the wind In the middle of the deck, there is a large mahogany round table where a dozen people sit, and a pot of litchi honeydew melons and other fresh fruits are placed in the middle of the deck.
Sheng Jiayan had already seen them in the cabin. Except for Meng Yingqi's face wandering into space, the two behind her, Wei Zixi stared obsessively at Meng Yingqi's back, and another Lin Jingxing looked at Wei Zixi like a thief. Meng Yuqi They saw Sheng Jiayan, all three people were shocked, waving their hands in different shapes.
Sheng Jiayan immediately turned his head and told Mo Chunfeng: "Go and bring the iced lotus porridge."
Wei Zhen didn't know what he was telling his wife and daughter in the cabin on the first floor. The shopkeeper Lin and Mrs. Lin seemed to be watching the painting. So when Meng Yuqi and his men came to the second-level cabin, they only saw Sheng Jiayan sitting in the window lightly, his eyes narrowed and tasting tea.
Meng Qiqi sat down with one butt, and Mo Chunfeng brought her a bowl of iced lotus seeds. The lotus seeds were finely crushed with broken ice, and a layer of golden honey was poured on it. The index finger that Meng Eqi looked at was moved, she was already afraid of the heat, and now she only wished to drink it.
However, Mo Chunfeng didn't know what nerve to commit, and suddenly said: "This is your son's ice before you come, but don't drink too much to save the trouble."
As soon as Meng Haoqi heard this, the spoon delivered to his mouth stopped so abruptly. Then she found that Wei Zixi was in front of hot tea, and Lin Jingxing was just a glass of white water.
Wei Zixi didn't drink it, but Lin Jingxing happily holding the cup and drinking the boiled water that Sheng Jiayan prepared for him.
He also sighed aside: Brother Sheng was really considerate to himself, and he remembered not drinking tea!
So he became more and more determined in his heart to take the happiness of Sister Meng and Brother Sheng as his lifelong career.
Meng Eqi slowly put down the ice bowl and grabbed Wei Zixi's hot tea ceremony: "I'm not very comfortable recently, so I don't eat so cold."
Mo Chunfeng just hated the tongue he had just now, but now he looked at the cold face of the prince, and he was afraid in his heart.
Sheng Jiayan didn't have much to do. Meng Yiyu glared at him, absently took a sip of hot tea, and immediately sighed, holding the cup and howling: "It's hot and hot!"
"What's wrong?" Wei Zixi and Lin Jingxing leaned out at the same time, but it was not as fast as Sheng Jiayan's shot. He took out the hot cup in Meng's hand and handed the ice bowl just before her. "Tongue in." "
Meng Eqi extended her twitching tongue into the ice bowl. The sense of coldness surrounded her sore tongue. Before long, Sheng Jiayan moved away from the ice bowl and got up and walked to Meng Yingqi's side, pinching her cheek gang, forcing her to open her mouth, and Meng Yingqi struggled slightly.
"Don't move, let me see." Sheng Jiayan checked whether she was blistered, but it was just a little red. Meng Yuqi looked at Sheng Jiayan's drooping eyelashes. He gave birth to a pair of long and narrow eyes, and when he closed his eyes slightly, he could see a smooth and beautiful arc reaching the temples.
Such he... would he really like himself, or did he think too much...
Sheng Jiayan watched the meeting before letting go of his hand and returning to his seat: "Make you not honest."
Wei Zixi looked at their intimate gestures and felt a little bit disgusted.
Meng Wanqi bowed his head in shame and honestly used the iced lotus seed. Mo Chunfeng said in a timely manner: "I was joking with you just now, in fact, this was prepared by the prince for ... to the younger brother of the Lin family, he is not heat-resistant."
"Really? Brother Sheng!" Lin Jingxing was drunk with the boiled water. Hearing Mo Chunfeng's words, his eyes seemed to be lit with ten thousand stars.
Sheng Jiayan had nothing to say, Lin Jingxing felt that he had defaulted, and now shouted to drink all the iced lotus seeds.
When Wei Zhen came up with his wife and daughter, the Lins and his wife also came back. Wei Zhen let people drive the painting boat away from the embankment. The painting boat slowly moved forward in the lake, and the ink landscapes passing by slowly reversed.
According to the usual hospitality, at this time there should be a group of Yingyingyanyan singing and dancing, or a few beautiful maidservants holding grapes and wine to coax every son present to drink.
But Sheng Jiayan's not-so-famous female fame is notorious, and Wei Zhen will naturally not disobey him. Therefore, Wei Zhen asked his daughter Wei Chuhua to play the piano and play behind the glass screen, adding elegance to Sheng Jiayan.
Meng Wanqi didn't know how to boast this Wei Zhen for a while, and he really was a man. Pleased his boss, and let his daughter stand out.
Several people were eating in the cabin. Meng Eqiu was full and saw that everyone around was still talking, so he excavated out of the cabin quietly on the pretext and stood on the deck.
Summer breeze is coming, and an unknown floral fragrance floats in the air.
The footsteps behind him lightened, and Meng's ears moved slightly, guessing whether it was Sheng Jiayan or Wei Zixi.
"You have become much quieter." Wei Chuhua Pinting came and stood next to Meng Eqi.
Listening to her tone, it seems that she used to have some old friends with Meng Eqiu. Her arrival was also somewhat unexpected. Meng Eqiu was not sure of her meaning and only said: "I used to be noisy before?"
"Hah--" Wei Chuhua sneered: "That's not true. You used to be a maidservant, but you looked like a helpless one. Now you are a bit maidservant. Only promised, quietly."
She didn't hide the sarcasm in her words. Meng Yingqi wasn't irritated when she heard it. She just said softly, "Is it because I don't kick you into the lake easily now?"
Wei Chuhua didn't expect her to sneer, and sneered for a moment, then sneered a few times: "This is Yangzhou City, not Beijing City, do you also want to use your magic tricks?"
"witchcraft?"
Wei Chuhua opened his eyes wide and affirmed: "You don’t have to hide me, I know you have the magic, I saw it with my own eyes. We two encountered horse bandits on the mountain, you don’t have a soldier and a blade, and the horse bandit stopped in front of you. I can’t move anymore. Do you think I passed out at that time? Actually I have seen it. Do you regret saving me now?"
Meng Eqi was shocked in his heart, there was such a thing! ? Does she really have such a great ability?
She couldn't help but think of the encounter with the assassin in the mountains. In the face of the arrow rain from the arrows, she also encountered this inexplicable thing. It's just that she didn't know why this happened, just remember the burning eyes that were hot at the time.
When Wei Chuhua saw her, she thought she was thinking about what was happening in the past, and she said: "You don't have to worry, when you saved my life, I won't let your secret out. This matter we evened out, but in I won’t let you do anything about the Lord, we all have our own skills."
Meng Yuqi returned to God: "Do I look like someone who wants to grab your lord?"
Wei Chuhua shook his head: "It doesn't look like it, you are! You threw me into the lake before, not because I got the poetry of the prince at the banquet."
"Chuhua--" Meng Eqi shouted at her seriously: "Don't you know?"
"what do you know?"
"I am amnestic."
"..." Wei Chuhua gave a slight startle.
"But thank you for telling me so much news. I used to be so powerful and so unreasonable."
"..." Wei Chuhua looked at Meng Haqi with a look of excitement and growled: "Isn't it reasonable to be reasonable? Is it worth being proud of?"
Meng Xuqi chased Wei Chuhua and begged her to tell more things, and Wei Chuhua was chased away by her troubled painting.
Mo Chunfeng saw Sheng Jiayan and said: "Look, lord, you're getting along well with Wei girl."
Mo Chunfeng, who had not received a response for a long time, couldn't help but look away at the regent king next to him, and saw that Sheng Jiayan was holding a jade chop, and was distracted in front of so many people for the first time.
Mo Chunfeng was amazed by what his grandfather and master were thinking. It's just that Sheng Jiayan's eyes glowed with soft light, and he should be thinking about 萋萋...... If you come back, this Meng 萋 is also really, how can you afford to let the prince be so worried, if you change him, Mo Chunfeng, the lord Such a good treatment, I have long wished to agree with oneself.
Her heart is so hard!