The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

The imperial concubine didn't have the energy to pay attention to whether anything happened between the two of them, so she stretched out her hand to shake the sleeping emperor.

"Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me! Your Majesty."

Meng Wenyao and the emperor were both woken up. Seeing the imperial concubine standing in front of the bed with tears streaming down her face, Meng Wenyao was so frightened that she immediately hid in the emperor's arms.

Is this a scene of catching an adulterer in bed? Only when Meng Wenyao hugged the emperor did she realize that she and the emperor were legally in bed, and since they had already hugged each other, they couldn't let go.

Regardless of the imperial concubine's knife-like eyes, Meng Wenyao whispered: "Your Majesty, Yao'er is afraid."

The emperor didn't know what was going on, and this scene was enough to make him angry.

"Concubine, what are you doing?"

After the imperial concubine rushed here, her brain could move a little bit, and she quickly knelt down and cried.

"Your Majesty, I don't know who the hell kidnapped Quan'er yesterday. Quan'er is still hanging on the city gate. Please send someone to have a look, and the person behind it must be cut into pieces."

Wei Quan was really hung to the city gate? Meng Wenyao looked up at the emperor, but unfortunately she hugged him too tightly and could only see the emperor's chin.

"I understand, please go back."

The imperial concubine was unwilling to accept the emperor's overly bland response and continued to cry: "Your Majesty, please allow me to return to the palace to visit Quan'er. He is the only legitimate son of my Wei family..."

"How unbecoming is it for a country's imperial concubine to cry like this? Someone, please take the imperial concubine back."

Aunt Hua and Xiao Dezi came over quickly to take the imperial concubine away.

The imperial concubine had not achieved her goal, so how could she be willing to go back? Besides, she was really worried about her nephew and was about to be pulled out, so she grabbed a bed leg.

Click, the bed legs fell off.

Meng Wenyao hugged the emperor tightly and sat sideways on the bed. Looking at the imperial concubine holding the bed leg in her hand, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Your Majesty, please agree. The imperial concubine and sister are crying, and I feel a little distressed."

The emperor was still angry, but he was naked under the quilt, so he couldn't move much, so he could only stare at the imperial concubine.

Regardless of the emperor's expression, the imperial concubine continued to plead: "I have served the emperor for ten years, and I have worked hard without any credit. I beg the emperor to let me take the imperial doctor back to the mansion to visit Quan'er."

I wonder if the emperor’s men did it last night or this morning?

If the action had been taken this morning and the people of the Wei Mansion had discovered it in time, wouldn't it be possible for Wei Quan to be rescued?

No, unless you see the enemy being destroyed with your own eyes, you won't feel at ease.

"Your Majesty, please agree. Then Wei Quan is also my brother-in-law. I also want to visit my sister."

The emperor lowered his head and glared at Meng Wenyao, then stretched out his hand and pinched it again. Meng Wenyao almost screamed in shock.

"That's right."

An hour later, a group of people arrived at the Wei Mansion. White flags had been hung up in the Wei Mansion, and the cries were deafening. Meng Wenyao was so noisy that she lost all sleep.

The imperial concubine looked at all this in disbelief, stumbled to the mourning hall, and ordered someone to open the coffin.

She didn't believe that her nephew, the hope of the Wei family, was gone.

Yesterday, Quan'er appeared in Jiaofang Hall alive and kicking. It had only been one night, but why was he gone?

She must find out who is behind the scenes and destroy all nine of his clans, even if she dies.

The imperial concubine's hatred suddenly twisted when she saw Wei Quan's face. She couldn't believe the words written on it.

"Tell me, what's written on it?"

The people around were trembling with fear, and no one dared to speak. Only Meng Wenxian, who was dressed in mourning clothes, stood up and said: "My dear concubine, what is written on the young master's face is: I am a wicked person."

"Go to hell."

The imperial concubine suddenly went crazy, picked up the hairpin and stabbed Meng Wenxian. Meng Wenxian was so frightened that she hid and shouted: "Sister, save me."

Meng Wenyao, who was engrossed in watching the show, was suddenly called and realized that she was involved.

She didn't want to worry about dog biting dogs, she just watched the show.

"Your Majesty, I am afraid of you."

His body was hugged tightly by the emperor and protected by his cloak, and he continued to look at the farce around him with a smile on his face.

After all, the imperial concubine was the one who had been fighting in the palace for more than ten years. She quickly calmed down. Concubine Chen's sister could not die yet, at least not in this way. She had to die in a worthwhile way.

The imperial concubine suddenly fainted after making a fuss, and everyone scrambled to lift her into the carriage.

The emperor stood up and returned to the palace with Meng Wenyao in his arms.

In the swaying carriage, Meng Wenyao gradually understood that the emperor really wanted to kill Wei Quan.

I don't know if it's just to vent her anger, or if the emperor has lost his friendship with the imperial concubine.

"Your Majesty, seeing how uncomfortable my concubine sister is, I feel a little regretful. I shouldn't have had Wei Quan killed at that time. I'd better give him a few blows."

Meng Wenyao's face turned pale and her eyes were slightly red. She seemed to be really scared and was trembling in the emperor's arms.

The emperor tightened his arms in distress and said comfortingly: "Good boy, don't be afraid, I let people kill you, it has nothing to do with Yao'er. Besides, Wei Quan is unforgiving of evil. Yao'er and I are punishing evil and promoting good. Buddha will not Blame it.”

"Buddha, if you want to blame, blame Yao'er. Yao'er did something wrong because of her anger. It has nothing to do with the emperor. The emperor is a good man and a benevolent king."

After Meng Wenyao finished speaking, he clasped his hands together and muttered words, as if praying to the Buddha.

When the emperor saw this, his heart melted, and he kept saying in Meng Wenyao's ear: "Yao'er, my Yao'er."

The emperor went upstairs very tightly and kept whispering in his ears. Meng Wenyao fell asleep without realizing it.

After being carried out of the carriage by the emperor, Meng Wenyao realized in a daze that she had missed the opportunity to talk dirty words with the emperor.

What a good opportunity to cultivate feelings, but she actually missed it because she fell asleep. Meng Wenyao quickly recalled the bunch of love words the emperor said before going to bed, and thought about whether there were any words that could make up for it.

"Your Majesty, I am truly lucky to meet you."

Even though she was too dry to make amends afterwards, it was still a response to the emperor. It was better than the emperor saying a lot and she not replying a word.

Sure enough, when the emperor heard these words, his eyes slowly softened, and he looked at Meng Wenyao and said, "You are still too kind. What would you do if I didn't protect you?"

Meng Wenyao nodded cooperatively, sniffed, and pretended to be moved: "So the emperor must not leave Yao'er, otherwise Yao'er will die."

"Don't talk about death."

While talking, they arrived at the main hall dormitory. The new bed had been changed, and the two planned to continue to catch up on their sleep.

Wei Quan's death was like a pebble thrown into a lake, causing thousands of waves.

Everyone in the capital was talking and applauding that this evil man had finally received his retribution.

Some people began to worry. If Wei Quan died, the imperial concubine would definitely not let it go. I don't know how many people would be unlucky.

In Prince Anjun's palace, several counselors were discussing together.

"From what I see, the imperial concubine is feeling sad right now, and the emperor will definitely be furious. The prince can ask the emperor to see the emperor at this time and investigate the matter personally. He can also sell the imperial concubine a favor."