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

"Brother Imperial, your descendants are prosperous and your incense is flourishing. You don't have to worry about the future."

Meng Wenyao himself had five sons, and they were five strong sons. He also gave birth to a large number of grandchildren.

When she and Ye Lianyi were old, they had nothing to do all day long, so they memorized the names of their grandchildren on paper, for fear that they would make a mistake next time they met and make a joke.

On this day, a meat dumpling suddenly rolled to the feet of Meng Wenyao who was basking in the sun. She nervously asked Ye Lianyi: "Whose family does this belong to? Why does it look familiar to me?"

Ye Lianyi said categorically: "The second son's family is not wrong. I remember he has a mole on the left side of his face called Sanfu."

Meng Wenyao tentatively said: "Sanfu, get up quickly. Are you hurt from the fall?"

Rouduanzi sat on the ground and cried loudly: "My name is not Sanfu, my name is Sixiwuwuwu..."

Meng Wenyao looked at Ye Lianyi awkwardly: "You remembered wrongly, which caused me to be laughed at by a child."

Speaking of this matter, Ye Lianyi refused to give in: "It's not that the princess has to have so many children to have so many grandchildren."

He glared at Meng Wenyao and whispered: "Giving a child is the most harmful thing to a mother's body. Every time you give birth, I am more afraid than going to the battlefield. Princess, if you are no longer in this world, how can I survive?"

Meng Wenyao took Ye Lianyi's hand and said seriously: "Since you are willing to follow me, I will not leave you alone in this world. I will accompany you until your last breath. You How about you don’t want to die with me first?”

"Okay, I will accept the order."

In the blink of an eye, the princess and his face passed through the human world for hundreds of years.

[Ding ding dong, congratulations to the host, another world has ended. Do you want to take some time off? 】

As the system's machine sound sounded, the memories in Meng Wenyao's mind receded like running water.

"It's just what I want. How about a three-month vacation?"

【it is good. 】

Not more than a moment later, the system's machine sound suddenly sounded again [I will now transmit to you the plot of the next world. 】

"No, didn't we say we could take three months off?" Meng Wenyao looked puzzled. She was still waiting to finally return to the world and be free and unrestrained.

[System failure, troubleshooting, host please prepare. 】

"I……"

The cursing Meng Wenyao was transported to the next world.

"Sister, don't die. Sister, don't leave me alone..."

When Meng Wenyao woke up, Meng Wenyao saw a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, crying with snot and tears, and the memories of the original owner flooded into her mind instantly.

"Sister, I'm fine, don't worry."

The original owner was the eldest daughter of Meng Hanlin of the Hanlin Academy. Unfortunately, Yang Qilang, the direct descendant of the Ruyang Marquis Mansion, took a fancy to her and insisted on marrying her home.

This Yang Qilang is the youngest brother of the current queen, a first-class dandy in the capital, who bullies men, bullies women, and does all kinds of evil.

Being attracted by such a person, the original owner will definitely refuse to obey, not to mention that the original owner has a childhood sweetheart, and has already exchanged tokens of love, and will soon be able to stay together forever.

"Sister, you scared me to death. My father and brother are not at home. If you die, how can I explain to them? No matter how big the suffering is, we can solve it together as a family. There must be a way. If it doesn't work, I will marry that person on my sister's behalf. Yang Qilang."

He didn't expect that his sister, who was one year younger than him, was so well-behaved and sensible. How could Meng Wenyao let such a pretty girl jump into the fire pit on his behalf.

She struggled to get up, holding her sister Meng Yueling's hand tightly and said: "No, my sister has succeeded in all the tribulations. Now she can meet Buddhas and kill Buddhas, meet gods and kill gods. What about Yang Qilang? He won't live long."

After crying for a while, Meng Yueling burst her nose with snot. Why did her sister hang herself once and wake up with a broken brain?

Who in the capital dares to resist the hegemony of Marquis Ruyang? The Meng family is just a small Hanlin family. If they really offend Marquis Ruyang in their marriage, the future of their father and brother will be over.

"Sister, we still look a bit alike. I can marry you on your behalf." Meng Yueling said as if she was ready to die.

Meng Wenyao refused categorically: "No, that house is a wolf's den. Just leave it alone. I can handle this matter."

Seeing how confident her sister was, Meng Yueling asked tentatively: "Is there anything Mr. Wei can do?"

Wei Gongzi Wei Zi'an, the son of the head of the Hanlin Academy and Meng Wenyao's childhood sweetheart, was currently studying at Songming Academy in the suburbs of Beijing.

After Meng Wenyao was attracted by Yang Qilang, she had no choice but to go to Songming Academy to find Mr. Wei.

"Now Yang Qilang throws the betrothal gift at my family, regardless of whether my family agrees or not, and threatens to marry me in three months. Brother Zian, please think of a way, otherwise Yao'er will be snatched away by that bully."

After Wei Zian heard this, he punched the tree trunk next to him in his youthful spirit and said angrily: "The Yang family is so rampant that God will take care of it sooner or later."

After a moment, he said: "Sister Yao, please go back and wait for a while. Spring is coming soon. When I reach the top three in high school, I will definitely ask the emperor for marriage in the Jinluan Palace. By then, no one in the Yang family will dare to rob her by force."

With a sad smile, Meng Wenyao shed tears silently. Let's not talk about whether Wei Zian could reach the top three in high school. Even if he could reach high school, Meng Wenyao was forcibly married by Yang Qilang before spring.

Moreover, even if he is in the top three in high school, does the Wei family dare to compete with the Ruyang Marquis Mansion for people?

Meng Wenyao no longer knew whether Wei Zian was trying to shirk it. In short, no one could save her now. Her father was sent abroad and had not yet returned home. Her brother was studying abroad. There was only a sister who was one year younger at home. How could she support her for a long time? time.

When Meng Wenyao, who was in a daze, returned to the house from Songming Academy, a white silk ribbon hung from the southeast branch.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Wenyao cleared Wei Zian from his mind. He was unreliable.

"Sister, Mr. Wei and I have nothing to do with each other. Please stop talking about the two of us together, so as not to disturb others."

Meng Yueling immediately understood what her sister meant with the resentment in her words. Wei Zian couldn't count on her.

"It's okay, sister, father will be back soon, and he will think of a way."

Meng Wenyao's mind about the father flashed into an aloof and aloof middle-aged man. Since the death of his wife, he has devoted himself to dragging down his three older children. If he comes back and hears that his daughter has been favored by a bully, with his temperament, he will probably die. Don't bow to the powerful.

"No, sister, I have an idea. Go and have someone write a message to Yang Qilang. I want to talk to him."

Ignoring Meng Yueling's concerns, Meng Wenyao sent her away and began to sort out her thoughts.

"System, I want to attack the emperor in this world? He has many children, and it is not difficult at all to produce heirs. Are you correct?"

The machine sound of the system sounded [Host, the target of this world strategy is the emperor. The emperor is infertile. I hope that the host will give birth to an heir for the emperor as soon as possible and continue the incense. 】

Meng Wenyao relived the emperor in the memory of the original owner. Fifteen years after he ascended the throne, he already had ten sons. It was difficult to have heirs. Could it be that the memory of the original owner was wrong?