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

Mrs. Wang invited several imperial doctors to take turns to see her, but the doctors had no good solution and could only ask Mrs. Wang to endure it.

Every imperial physician who came to Pingxi Houfu for treatment was assigned by Mrs. Wang to check Meng Wenyao's pulse after seeing little Wang.

Even though all the imperial doctors said that Meng Wenyao had a happy pulse, Mrs. Wang still stubbornly believed that Meng Wenyao was faking it and might have taken some secret medicine that changed the pulse condition.

If not, why didn't Meng Wenyao have any pregnancy reaction at all, and her whole body was as radiant as usual.

Not only was Mrs. Wang suspicious, but Ping Xihou was also a little worried that his son had a demon. In order to have a legitimate son and clear up the reputation of being infertile for many years, the two couples discussed and lied about adopting a child in the future to cover up the public's eyes.

If it was really a lie, Ping Xihou would not be very angry. After so many things, he had already made up his mind to make his eldest son his heir, and he was also mentally prepared for his eldest son to adopt the heir in the future.

But he still cares about the choice of adoptive son. If the eldest son cannot have children, it is best to adopt the second son's children. In this way, they will be his direct blood, which makes him feel better.

On this day, he called Qin Muyang and hesitated where to start asking: "Is your wife's health okay?"

"Very good, I can eat and sleep." After Qin Muyang finished speaking, the corners of his mouth raised without any trace.

Ping Xihou sighed slightly in his heart. The eldest son might have gone crazy missing the child.

"Mu Yang, you know that I have valued you since I was a child. I have not relaxed at all in cultivating you over the years. My father is very happy that you can achieve what you have today. In the future, the Hou Mansion will be handed over to you. My father is Ten thousand peace of mind.”

This was the first time since Qin Muyang was injured that Ping Xihou made it clear that he would make his eldest son the heir apparent.

Qin Muyang tried his best to control the turbulence in his heart, forcing back the tears that came to his eyes, and said in a low voice: "My son will never let his father down."

Staring deeply at Qin Muyang, Ping Xihou said seriously: "In the future, as long as you can keep the foundation of the Hou Mansion, you will be worthy of your ancestors. Whether you have heirs to pass on, being a father does not force you. Adoptive heirs are very common. From now on we will It is not a dishonorable thing for the Hou family to have an heir, so you don’t have to worry too much about the heir."

Qin Muyang was confused by what he said. If Meng Wenyao was not pregnant, he would understand that Ping Xihou was so comforting. Now that Meng Wenyao is pregnant, he will have a child soon. It is really strange that Ping Xihou is so comforting. .

Although he had doubts in his heart, his calm character allowed him to suppress his doubts and respectfully replied: "Thank you for your comfort, father."

Seeing that Qin Muyang's expression did not change, Ping Xihou wondered if what he said was too subtle. He said bluntly: "If your wife cannot have a son, she will adopt one from the second son in the future. They are all direct blood of my Hou family, so they don't count." The legacy of incense has been cut off.”

This made Qin Muyang even more confused. Ping Xihou meant that Meng Wenyao gave birth to a daughter this time, and if Xiao Wang gave birth to a son, he would adopt Xiao Wang's son?

Why is this so? He asked in confusion: "Father, if our current child is not a son, we can have another child. Why should we adopt the second brother's child? If the father wants to pass the title to the second brother's heir, the son can also not be the heir. As for the position, father, you can just appoint the second brother directly, and the son will definitely assist the second brother with all his strength."

Qin Muyang felt that Ping Xihou's roundabout planning of the title might be because he wanted a child with Wang's blood to inherit the prince's mansion.

This may be Mrs. Wang's plea. She hopes that the next Pingxi Marquis will be a nephew of the Wang family.

Thinking of this, Qin Muyang's eyes gradually darkened. His mother had sacrificed his interests again and again for the sake of her mother's family.

His calm face showed no emotion or anger.

Ping Xihou thought over and over what his eldest son had said, and wondered, could it be that the eldest daughter-in-law is really pregnant?

He asked again uncertainly: "Is your wife really pregnant?"

Qin Muyang was stunned. She had been pregnant for almost three months. Why did her father still ask this question? Could it be that the wind blowing from her mother's pillow? No, my father rarely rests in my mother's room now.

"really."

"Okay, let her take good care of the baby."

Ping Xihou's shouts of "hello" seemed to be comforting himself, not at all as heroic as when he first learned that Meng Wenyao was pregnant.

When he was resting at night, Qin Muyang put his big hand into Meng Wenyao's clothes. His hand was warm and rough, and he carefully rubbed the slightly bulging abdomen.

But after a while, Meng Wenyao couldn't help but laugh: "Husband, it's too itchy, stop it quickly."

"Did the child make trouble for you?"

The warm tone sprayed on Meng Wenyao's neck, and she giggled: "No, he is so quiet, he is probably a little girl, will your husband be disappointed?"

"Nonsense, as long as it's our child, I like it."

After Qin Muyang finished speaking, he gently placed his hand on Meng Wenyao's belly and said seriously: "My child, whether you are a boy or a girl, you are my father's treasure, and my father loves both of you."

In the blink of an eye, Meng Wenyao was already three months pregnant, the fetus was stable, and she had begun to resume her daily activities.

On this day, the results were released in spring. Meng Wenyao heard that Mr. Song was in high school and immediately returned to Meng's Mansion to congratulate him with gifts.

After entering the Meng Mansion, I learned from Mrs. Meng that things were not that worthy of celebration.

"Young Master Song was only awarded the top three honors and was born as a Jinshi. Originally, when your father guided his studies, he appreciated him quite a lot. He didn't want to be an embroidered pillow and could only write brocade articles.

When he came back from the examination room, he boasted about how well he did in the examination. Your father also invited several classmates to tutor him for the imperial examination. In the end, he only passed the top three. Your father was so embarrassed that he was too embarrassed to go out to meet people these days. "

Meng Wenyao said in confusion: "Then why did I hear that fireworks were set off outside the Meng Mansion to celebrate? I thought she was a Jinshi, so I came here to congratulate my sister today."

Mrs. Meng sighed repeatedly: "I was just afraid that your sister would be unhappy, so I let people celebrate. Otherwise, she should blame your father and I for looking down on their husband and wife. Today she came over and asked your father to find a relationship and put Mr. Song in Hanlin Academy, if I hadn't stopped you, your father would have kicked them out on the spot.

You also know that your father is the most upright and clear man, how could he allow this kind of nepotism? After your father refused, your sister went back to the room and never came out again. When you came, I asked someone to call her. You see, now people Not yet. "

I didn’t expect my sister to go home and have such an unhappy life. Meng Wenyao tried to persuade her: “My sister has been a noble person since she was a child, and Mr. Song also thinks very highly of himself. Now that he has won the same Jinshi title, it is possible that the couple cannot accept it. Please advise. I advise my father to help if he can. Now that my sister is pregnant, she cannot be stimulated."

"I understand what you are saying. Your father is the Crown Prince and Tutor. How many pairs of eyes are staring at your brother? Your father is suppressing him from being promoted. He is afraid that people will say that your father does not avoid relatives when he promotes talents.