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

Instead of doing this, it would be better to let him have fun and have her, Meng Wenyao, protect her family, country, and world.

It is certainly better to have power in the hands of others than in your own hands.

"Brother Huang listens to his wife the most. How about some advice from her?"

Go ahead, persuade Meng Mingxuan to work hard, and persuade Meng Mingxuan not to lose his mind by playing with things. A wife who nags in her ears all day will most likely become more and more annoying to her husband.

Who would have thought that Ning Qinghan would actually come forward to persuade you again: "Your Majesty, your father, emperor and mother are watching you in heaven!"

Meng Mingxuan, who was fighting high, was stunned and looked at Ning Qinghan beside him: "What did you say?"

Ning Qinghan stepped forward, tightly grasped Meng Mingxuan's sleeves, and said gently: "Your Majesty, I dreamed of my mother yesterday. She asked me to advise the emperor to pay attention to your health. I heard that you will stay here all day. The blood is gushing and the emotions are high, which is not conducive to self-cultivation! Can you and my concubine go back first and calm down?"

Huh! Instead of persuading him to deal with state affairs, he advised Meng Mingxuan to take care of his health. Ning Qinghan knew how to persuade people.

The lively atmosphere gradually cooled down as Meng Mingxuan stopped speaking. Meng Mingxuan seemed to be tired from shouting, so he held Ning Qinghan's hand and walked out slowly.

"Let General Mighty rest for a day. I will come back tomorrow."

After leaving behind a few words, Meng Mingxuan left the imperial garden with Ning Qinghan, leaving Meng Wenyao standing there in despair.

"Princess."

A calm male voice sounded, and Meng Wenyao turned around to see Ye Lianyi's concerned eyes: "Go to my dormitory tonight."

"Yes."

Regardless of whether Ning Qinghan can confuse people's minds, or she is destined to be the fate of Meng Mingxuan, Meng Wenyao is going to wash Meng Mingxuan's brain.

Let him only regard Ning Qinghan as a queen and a status symbol from now on, rather than a wife and a trusted partner.

That night, after taking a bath, Meng Wenyao wore a silky silkworm robe and leaned lazily on the imperial concubine's couch, waiting for Ye Lianyi's arrival.

Halfway through Xu's hour, a dull male voice sounded: "I am here to see the princess."

The night was lonely, and the breeze blew, bringing with it a slight chill. Meng Wenyao turned over, and the thin blanket covering her body slipped off.

It happened to fall in front of Ye Lianyi, who was kneeling on one knee. He reached out to pick it up, but was worried that he would be presumptuous and touch the princess's personal belongings.

He just half-stretched his hand and didn't know what to do. After a while, he realized what he had done and was about to withdraw his hand when a small foot as white as jade happened to fall on his hand.

The princess didn't wear shoes. Ye Lianyi swallowed subconsciously when he thought of this.

The foot slid back and forth on the blanket, as if trying to lift the blanket. Ye Lianyi hesitated for a long time, then reached out to pick up the blanket and handed it to Meng Wenyao, who was watching him.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your help."

Ye Lianyi's throat rolled several times and he didn't reply with a suitable sentence. He just lowered his head and looked at the floor.

Meng Wenyao slowly raised her little feet and put them back on the imperial concubine's couch before she spoke.

"Does the Marquis have anyone who is good at raising horses, preferably someone who can control them?"

Although he didn't know why, Ye Lianyi still answered honestly: "There is a subordinate who is good at raising horses and can also communicate with horses."

"Okay, come here, I have something to tell you."

Ye Lianyi, who was half-kneeling in front of the couch, straightened up and was just level with Meng Wenyao sitting on the couch.

Meng Wenyao leaned forward, whispered in Ye Lianyi's ear, and finally asked: "Is it possible?"

"can."

Following this response, Meng Wenyao retreated back, and with it the vague and non-existent aroma, Ye Lianyi's mouth went dry.

After talking about business, Meng Wenyao began to care about Ye Lianyi's personal affairs.

"I heard that you were discussing marriage with the Lin family. How is it going now?"

"It was supposed to be a horoscope match. After listening to the princess's suggestion, I have informed the Lin family that the horoscopes are not compatible. The Lin family said they would find someone to figure it out, but they haven't heard back from me yet."

That's it. Meng Wenyao chuckled and said, "What if the Lin family finds out that the horoscopes match well after consulting the master? How will the Marquis deal with it?"

Ye Lianyi suddenly raised his head and glanced at Meng Wenyao, then lowered his head and said: "I am an orphan, and I made up the horoscopes at random. If the Lin family calculates that it is suitable, I will find an inappropriate horoscope and send it to him."

"Hahaha."

Meng Wenyao smiled and lay on the soft couch. When she raised her eyes, she happened to see Ye Lianyi's lowered eyes. Seeing his eyelashes flashing, she suddenly wanted to know what this man was thinking.

Moving forward, Meng Wenyao coaxed: "Master Hou, what kind of woman do you want to be your wife? I will help you find the best one."

Looking at the beautiful face in front of him, Ye Lianyi said slightly nervously: "I have no intention of marrying."

He has been lonely since he was a child, and it is enough to live a happy life in this life. In the past, he led everyone to marry nobles, hoping that his bandit brothers could gain a foothold in the capital and that future generations would be able to enjoy endless wealth.

Ever since he heard Meng Wenyao's words, he also understood that he was just like that kid holding gold in the busy city. Whichever noble family he married into, he would be exploited by that family. He couldn't even protect his own brothers, let alone future generations. .

He has grown from an orphan to a general with an army in hand. He has already lived a good life, and he doesn't want to think about other things for the time being.

"But what I said a few days ago scared you? In addition to those vampire-like nobles, there are many Qingliu families in the capital. Many of the daughters raised by these families are suitable for living in IKEA. If you want to marry , how about I help you choose one?"

"No, no need." Ye Lianyi didn't know why he was stuttering. The princess was too close to him, and he was afraid that the hot breath from his breath would hit the princess, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Meng Wenyao stared at Ye Lianyi for a while and felt that this person was born brave and suitable for fighting, but his mind was still too innocent. She didn't know if this person was completely surrendered to her now. It seemed that she would help him choose a good one in the future. Wife, give birth to a few children. Only when you have a wife and children can you have weaknesses and be able to handle them.

In the next few days, as expected, Meng Mingxuan stayed in Fengyi Palace and did not come out.

Meng Wenyao looked at the memorial in her hand. She no longer wanted to scold Meng Mingxuan. She only had admiration for Ning Qinghan. The Ning family's reputation was so bad, but Ning Qinghan could still gain a foothold in Meng Mingxuan's heart. He was truly a role model among women.

Fortunately, when she first met Ning Qinghan, she gave her the ultimate inheritance medicine, otherwise it would have been really difficult.

After handling all the memorials and sorting out all the matters and personnel arrangements in the court, Meng Wenyao invited Meng Mingxuan to the imperial study.

"Sister, what do you want from my brother?"

As soon as Meng Mingxuan entered the imperial study, he asked questions carelessly, as if Meng Wenyao had delayed him from doing business.

"Can't you find Brother Huang if you have nothing to do? My sister hasn't seen you for three days."

Meng Wenyao held her chin in one hand and looked at Meng Mingxuan aggrievedly.

Meng Mingxuan felt embarrassed, pointed to the memorial next to him, and asked, "Are you tired of reading the memorial?"