Chapter 92: The beginning of the storm

Fang Bao said with a smile: "Why do you want to close the door, you might want to be with me..."
Before he could wait, his voice came to an abrupt end, his expression startled, and Ruan, who was leaning on Meng Eqi's bed, seemed a little surprised.
"Son!" Ruan saw Fang Bao as soon as he grieved and threw it over.
Fang Bao stepped aside and looked subconsciously at Meng Yingqi's expression. Seeing Meng Yingqi didn't seem to think too much, he felt relieved in his heart?
"why you?"
Ruan saw Fang Bao hiding in the past and was very displeased. But she knew it was not a time to get angry, so she was very wronged and said: "Nguyen did something wrong, my sister is trying to catch me everywhere, and she is going to kill me, and beg the son to look at the past. Save my life."
Fang Bao frowned slightly, and Junxiu's face was a gentleman like a jade against the candlelight. Ruan's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at Fang Bao in prayer. Meng Yuqi felt that this kind of scene was not suitable for him now, and he simply dropped the sentence: "You are talking."
He slipped out.
She didn't forget the last glance of Sheng Jiayan's eyes, which made people feel like falling into an ice cellar. In order to ensure the safety of his life, Meng Eqi ran decisively and knocked on Sheng Jiayan's door.
But she knocked many times in succession, and no one came to answer the door.
Meng Hao hesitated, hesitating whether to take the initiative to open the door to enter.
Inside the door, Xiang Dingchen and Mo Chunfeng looked at each other, and finally looked at Master Regent, who was sitting on the soft slump and exudes "I am angry". There were repeated intermittent knocks on the door, and Meng Eqi asked.
"Master? Are you asleep?"
"Master? Can I come in?"
"Master? Are you asleep? Then I'm gone?"
As soon as Meng Haoqi's voice fell, the wooden door in front of him was opened by Sheng Jiayan.
"What are you doing here?" He opened his mouth, his face cold.
Meng Wanqi glanced inward and saw Mo Chunfeng facing her with a frowning face and Xiang Dingchen who wanted to rest.
"I haven't asked how the Prince eats dim sum."
"very good."
"..."
Meng Wanqi licked his lips, and asked unnaturally: "It turned out to be a false alarm at night, and I thought it was Lin's treasurer who was in danger again."
"um, yes."
"..."
What's wrong with Sheng Jiayan! ? Why is it so awkward tonight! Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen took the opportunity to squeeze out of them. Taking the premature time as an excuse, Mo Chunfeng pulled into Dingchen and hid in his room.
Seeing that Sheng Jiayan really didn't want to take care of herself, Meng Wanli said a little bit: "That prince rests early."
"Oh……"
Meng 萋 bit her lip, she looked at the immovable Sheng Jiayan standing at the door, and finally summoned the courage to ask: "What is wrong with you!?"
After hearing this, Sheng Jiayan finally turned his attention to Meng Eqi: "You can't see it?"
"What do I see?"
Sheng Jiayan looked at her like water, and the lights behind him plated his entire body with a golden edge. Because of this, Meng Eqi felt that Sheng Jiayan's eyes, like ice, seemed to be wrapped in flames. In this ice and fire blend, Meng Eqi felt his heart beating abnormally fast.
Only Sheng Jiayan slowly said: "I'm angry."
"What!?" Meng Hao surprised for a while, even suspecting that he had heard it wrong.
Sheng Jiayan was reluctant to give her a chance to respond, so she closed the door. Meng Mengqi snapped against the door frame: "Then! How can I make up for it?"
"?"
"You are angry, what should I do to make you not angry?" Meng Eqiu looked at Sheng Jiayan brightly.
Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen, who were overhearing behind the door and squeezing cold sweat for themselves, felt that this topic was beyond the scope of their eavesdropping. Therefore, Mo Chunfeng glanced at Dingchen and said one after another: "It's late, go to bed."
Sheng Jiayan looked down at Meng Eqi, eyes circulated in Yuehua, he pulled Meng Eqi into the room a moment later, and then slammed the door shut.
Mo Chunfeng's auricle moved behind the door on the other side, and he heard the movement: "It's so fierce!"
Xiang Dingchen heard it aside: "Did you not overhear?"
Mo Chunfeng glanced back at him: "I can't close my hearing, can this also blame me? And what's the matter with you! Why don't you go back to your room to sleep and hide from me!"
"Aren't you dragging me in and blocking the door? I want to ask you why!"
...
In Meng Eqi's room, Fang Bao changed the normal and suave appearance, and the indifferent alienation on his face made Ruan not believe it.
"Son, you... you don't want to?"
Fang Bao pinched Nguyen's jaw with two fingers, forcing her to look directly at herself: "What are you worthy of my help?"
"Did the gentleman's tender feelings with me all be false? Now Ruan Wei is in the verge of death, are you going to cut off from me at this juncture?"
Fang Bao twitched, caressing Ruan's cheek lovingly, and wiped off a few drops of tears for her: "Are you looking at yourself high, or underestimating me? By your identity, I talk to you Look at you, what more do you want? Why should I cause trouble for you?"
Ruan stunned, looking at the handsome boy in front of him. He is of a good age and beautiful life, and will be accompanied by beautiful women in the future, with a good future. It is absolutely impossible to be like a muddy person like yourself. Why did Ruan never think about it? Even going to Fang's house to be a humble concubine is better than being tortured by Gao Lan in Gaofu.
People who seemed genuine before, suddenly changed now. Still he hasn't changed, in fact, she has never understood him.
If this is really the case, Fang Bao will disguise too, and such a person is undoubtedly terrible.
Ruan stepped back a few steps, but Fang Bao's hands were tight. She was a little bit painful: "Master Fang, Ruan begs you. As long as you can help Ruan, Ruan will tell you all the secrets of her sister. She and The son of the Zhao family has already had the truth of the husband and wife, and tomorrow's flower banquet, she also set up a bureau against Meng Meng...
Ruan was forced to help but has reached the point of full entrustment. Only when she showed all her cards was it possible for Fang Bao, whose temperament changed, to save herself.
As she expected, Fang Bao was really interested in her words.
"Isn't the so-called set-up a mess with the tea given to Meng Meng?" He had long known about it, otherwise he had been in vain in Gaofu for so long.
"No." Ruan shook his head, pondering his mouth: "Actually, there is another thing..."
...
Meng Wanqi shivered slightly, she looked at Sheng Jiayan who pressed herself on the couch: "Let me go!"
"Why? Don't you want to make up?" His white face was exquisite and beautiful like a jade carving in the light of the candlelight, and the light in his eyes circulated.
"Compensation is not meat! How can you do this!"
"Which way?" Seemingly to cater to Meng Haozhi, Sheng Jiayan touched her lips inch by inch: "We were not like this before?"
Meng Haoqi was red-faced and red-eared: "You don't want to talk about female yellow!"
Sheng Jiayan laughed like a smile: "It's not that we haven't done it, you don't remember it."
He straightened up from Meng Eqi and his voice was slightly mute: "I will let you go first this time and go back to prepare a bright flower feast."
Meng Eqiu was like an amnesty, and fled like a flee.
"Compensation?" Sheng Jiayan sat on the couch holding his head and pondering Meng's words, and the candlelight reflected in his half-hanging eyes, revealing different kinds of softness.
When Meng Eqi returned to the room, she found that there was no one in the room. She only took Fang Bao to take Ruan away and set it up. Without thinking too much, he covered his hot cheeks and stuffed into the quilt.
There, Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen listened completely, and Mo Chunfeng was extremely angry.
It’s a good thing, and the debt is paid for! ? This is not the same as imagined!
"What is different, what do you think in your head!" Pushed Mo Chunfeng to Dingchen and reprimanded a few words.
Mo Chunfeng was extremely dissatisfied and slopped on his hips: "You dare to think about it, but you didn't think about it? Who was the one who was listening with me just now?"
Xiang Dingchen's face was red, he was not good at speaking, but Mo Chun was arguing, and he swung him aside with a big hand: "Get up, don't block the door, you have to go back to bed if you don't sleep."
A ray of purple smoke curled up from the copper beast furnace, and the whole room was surrounded by clouds and fog, wandering deeply.
Meng Haoqi sat in front of the bronze mirror, and the maid stood in front of him, staring at herself in the bronze mirror sleepily. Yu Guang glanced to the side of the warm orange tobacco gauze silver wire begonia skirt hanging on the shelf while she was baking with a smoke cage. This was sent by Sheng Jiayan in the morning by Mo Chunfeng. I don’t know where Sheng Jiayan temporarily brought in such a suit. Huamei is really gorgeous, but it’s too striking? What exactly does Sheng Jiayan mean, in a flower feast that clearly knows that others are not well-intentioned, what to do in such an eye-catching dress?
Meng Haoqi followed the maid to the garden where the flower feast was held. She was specially dressed up and she was very dazzling today. The reclining tassel on his head swayed with the pace, and everyone looked at her wherever he went. Fortunately, men were not invited in today's flower banquet. Now there are only three sisters standing together in the garden. Some of them whispered and whispered, and some covered the fan. They sneaked out from behind the fan and looked at Meng E luxuriant.
Meng Haoqi used to ignore it for a long time, stealing one or two peanuts on the table from time to time.
When the sun was higher, Mrs. Gao finally appeared under the help of Gao Lan. At this time, there were twelve official sisters in the garden, some of them were either the daughters of Gao Xian's subordinates or Gao Lan's close friends.
In short, it is true that Meng Yuqi is out of tune with them.
Gao Lan wore a big smoked peony skirt today, and she also dressed up in attendance. When she saw Mengqiuqi, she exerted a little force on her hand. Mrs. Gao felt her daughter's reaction and looked in her eyes. She faced the bright and beautiful Meng Eqi.