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

Qin Muyang was completely shocked. His body was as stiff as a rock, his legs were too numb to move, and his hands changed from pushing Meng Wenyao away to pressing her into his arms.

After a long time or very quickly, Meng Wenyao was pushed down on the bed, and then a quilt wrapped her tightly.

"You can sleep a little longer, I'll go on duty."

Meng Wenyao laughed like a pig under the quilt. Her husband really didn't tolerate teasing, so she would have to tease him often to relieve his boredom.

She laughed for a long time and couldn't sleep anymore. She simply got up to wash up and have breakfast. She took her account book and went to the main courtyard to greet Mrs. Wang.

When she arrived at the main courtyard, Mrs. Wang was dressing up. When she heard that Meng Wenyao had come to say hello, she was so frightened that her hands shook and the hairpin almost stuck into her temple.

After everything was packed up, Mrs. Wang looked at Meng Wenyao suspiciously: "Have you read all three account books?"

Meng Wenyao was in a good mood and said respectfully: "Yes, my daughter-in-law has finished reading."

Picking up a cup of tea, Mrs. Wang took a sip and scolded softly: "Either read it from beginning to end or finish reading it. You must understand it clearly and keep the accounts correct."

Meng Wenyao knew that Mrs. Wang didn't believe it, so she didn't defend herself. She handed over the account book and said softly: "My daughter-in-law has indeed read it all. Mother can ask questions at will."

Mrs. Wang put down the tea cup, took the account book, opened a page at random and asked: "In April of the seventh year of Tianzheng, how much did the house spend on cloth in one month?"

"Go back to mother, and the monthly expenses will be three hundred and eighty taels."

"How is the price of rice in August of the eighth year of Tianzheng?"

"Returning to my mother, there was a severe drought in the south in the eighth year of Tianzheng. The rice harvest was smaller than in previous years, and the price of rice was also higher than in previous years, at 100 cents per dou."

Mrs. Wang asked a few more questions, and Meng Wenyao answered them all. She even deliberately asked a few tricky questions, and Meng Wenyao answered them flawlessly.

She had a headache that was going to explode. Meng's brain was so good, why didn't he take the imperial examination and worry about the inner house.

"Yes, you are a careful person, and you haven't made any mistakes. However, you are young and inexperienced. Now is the critical moment for your second brother to get married. I don't trust anything I entrust to you. In this way, you can go back and take some account books." Look, when your second brother and sister come over, I will teach you how to be a housekeeper."

"Okay, my daughter-in-law will take her leave first. Mother also needs to take care of her health. If there is anything that requires hard work, she must let her daughter-in-law do it for her."

Meng Wenyao returned to his yard and took away three boxes of account books from Pingxihou Mansion. It seemed that they were all the account books of Pingxihou Mansion.

Mrs. Wang must be afraid that she would be too idle, so she made up her mind to let her stay in the room to watch the accounts until the second young master's wedding was over.

When Qin Muyang returned to his room at night, he saw three boxes of account books. No matter how calm he was, he was shocked.

It will take years and months to finish watching this. The mother is clearly trying to tease her wife.

The little flame of his anger slowly rose. He pulled his wife who was intoxicated in the account book and comforted her: "Don't look at it. I'll go talk to my father."

"say what?"

Meng Wenyao was confused. She looked at the account book and asked Ping Xihou what to say.

"With so many account books, mother is clearly deliberately trying to embarrass you. I'm going to tell father that mother has gone too far."

Doesn’t being a director start by looking at the account books?

Meng Wenyao looked at the angry Qin Muyang, then looked at the account book beside her, and said with a smile: "Is this still too much? Don't worry, husband, I will finish reading it before my second younger sister returns home, so she won't be delayed."

Qin Muyang asked uncertainly: "My second brother is getting married the day after tomorrow. Can you finish reading it in these five or six days?"

"Yes, husband, don't worry."

Meng Wenyao said so categorically that Qin Muyang couldn't say anything more. The two of them went to bed early to rest after dinner.

Qin Muyang was lying on the bed, and his whole body was filled with sweet fragrance. The closer he got to Meng Wenyao, the stronger the fragrance became, and he couldn't help but move closer.

After discovering his little movement, Qin Muyang was so shocked that he quickly moved out again. He was so entangled and repeated that he couldn't sleep for half an hour.

Unable to bear it anymore, he got up and went outside to drink half a pot of cold tea. He sat for another cup of tea before going back to lie down next to Meng Wenyao.

Meng Wenyao was awakened by the sound of him getting up and asked, "Husband, are you still awake?"

It was as if someone was spying on the little secret in his heart. Even though no one could be seen in the dark, Qin Muyang felt that he was blushing with embarrassment and said in a low voice: "Well, are you cold?"

The words came out of his mouth, and Qin Muyang didn't know why he asked. Maybe he secretly wanted to hear Meng Wenyao say she was cold, so that he could naturally hold her to sleep.

"It's not cold." Meng Wenyao replied.

Qin Muyang is like a stove. Lying on the same bed with Qin Muyang every night, Meng Wenyao has never felt cold. She has not even used Tang Po Zi this winter.

Turning over, Meng Wenyao found that Qin Muyang's side was cold, hey! What was going on? She put her hand on Qin Muyang and found that his body was slightly cold.

"Husband, why are you so cold? Are you cold?"

As he spoke, he turned over and rolled into Qin Muyang's arms, hugging him tightly to keep him warm.

Qin Muyang just drank half a pot of herbal tea outside, and sat in the cold outside for a while before the dryness in his body subsided.

It was better now. As soon as the soft body leaned over, the cold tea he drank and the cold wind blew were all useless. His body quickly warmed up and then became scalding hot.

Feeling that Qin Muyang's body was getting hot at the speed of light, Meng Wenyao was so shocked that she immediately sat up and asked with concern: "Husband, do you have typhoid fever? Why does your body get cold and hot at times?"

After speaking, he touched Qin Muyang's forehead with his hand. It was indeed very hot, and he probably had typhoid fever.

Meng Wenyao was about to get out of bed and ask someone to make medicine. She crossed one leg over Qin Muyang's body and stepped on the silky brocade quilt. Her sole slipped and she lost her footing, and her body swayed and she fell on Qin Muyang's body.

Qin Muyang immediately raised his hand to protect her and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go and get someone to prepare medicine for your husband." After saying this, Meng Wenyao struggled to get up. Qin Muyang hugged her waist tightly, and she struggled for a long time without getting up.

"I'm fine. It's the coldest month of winter, so don't bother people at night."

"How can that be done? My husband's body is so hot. What if he becomes even more seriously ill in the morning?"

The two of them talked for a long time before they realized that they had been maintaining an ambiguous posture. Meng Wenyao said sheepishly: "Husband, please don't hold me so tightly. Let me get off of you."

Qin Muyang quickly let go in embarrassment, and Meng Wenyao slid off Qin Muyang and lay beside him.

Neither of them was embarrassed to say anything else and fell asleep silently.

Qin Muyang got up early in the morning and rushed to the hospital on horseback. He had been injured before, but the reaction there had been too great in the past few days. He was not sure whether it had gotten better or the injury was more serious.

He rode a horse and rushed to the gate of Donghua, where he happened to meet a few of his lieutenants.

"Why are Commander Qin here? Didn't you ask for leave?"