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

But it is still necessary to hammer it: "After the emperor was injured, he was withdrawn and never let the women in the harem get close. No one except the emperor dared to go to this library on weekdays. What book do you want to read? I will find it for you another day. With a few books, you can’t even hope to enter the palace’s library.”

Meng Wenyao followed Yang Qilang with a disappointed look on her face and continued walking forward. When she reached the end of the corridor, she happened to meet the eldest prince.

"Uncle, what a coincidence."

The eldest prince is the eldest son of the queen. He is looking at Meng Wenyao up and down with his peach blossom eyes. He is tall and slender, and his goose-yellow dress is fluttering in the wind, making him look like a dancing butterfly.

What a stunning beauty. Her skin is white and smooth, and it must feel softer than the finest silk. Her eyes are crystal clear, and she has a tempting cherry mouth. Her cool look is really pure and lustful. .

Thinking about Yang Qilang's reputation, most of the women he brought with him were related to him, and since he was trapped in the palace and could not be as cool as Yang Qilang outside the palace, the eldest prince's envy was revealed.

It would be great if he could hook up with this woman and have a one-night affair. Although Yang Qilang had played with her before, such stunning beauty was rare, and he didn't mind eating a bite of leftovers.

Looking at Meng Wenyao, the eldest prince swallowed.

"Why is Your Highness here?"

No matter how stupid a man is, he would not be happy if his woman was spied on, so Yang Qilang took advantage of the situation and stood between Meng Wenyao and the eldest prince.

Seeing Yang Qilang's goose-yellow clothes floating out from behind, the eldest prince raised his eyebrows: "Little uncle, His Highness is waiting for you here. I have something good for you to see. You come with His Highness."

As he was about to pull Yang Qilang away, Yang Qilang looked back at Meng Wenyao and refused: "I will send Miss Meng to the Queen's banquet first."

"Let Xiao Dezi deliver it, uncle, don't worry, no one will lose it."

The eldest prince couldn't help but pulled Yang Qilang away, leaving Xiao Dezi and Meng Wenyao.

"Miss Meng, please come this way." Xiao Dezi respectfully extended his hand and pointed forward, leading Meng Wenyao to the harem.

Looking back at the library that was about to leave, Meng Wenyao asked, "Father-in-law, I heard that there is a stone tablet outside the library, which was carved by Mr. Mu, a master of calligraphy in the previous dynasty. I wonder if I can take my little girl to take a look."

"No." Xiao Dezi said with a smile, "I'm afraid the emperor is reading in the library at the moment, and no one else can disturb him."

"It's not that the little girl deliberately made things difficult, it's just that when her mother was still alive, she admired Mr. Mu very much and hoped that one day her father could earn a life for him and she could enter the palace to see Mr. Mu's original works. Nowadays, it is rare for the little girl to have the opportunity to enter the palace. I really want to fulfill my mother's last wish, and if my father-in-law is in trouble, I am willing to apologize to the eldest prince in person."

After saying this, she bowed her head, her beautiful eyes flashing, and she looked at Xiao Dezi with a charming look: "I'm just looking outside, it won't disturb the emperor."

What a goblin, Xiao Dezi cursed secretly, no wonder the eldest prince wanted to use tricks.

As a roundworm in the belly of the eldest prince, Xiao Dezi could tell at a glance that the eldest prince was interested in this woman. Now asking him to take Meng Wenyao to the harem was just an excuse. In fact, he was taking her to other places and waiting for the eldest prince to come. A kiss is fragrant.

Now, since Miss Meng wants to go to the library so much, why not go outside and take a look, so that it would be more logical to take her to other places to meet the eldest prince by chance.

If Yang Qilang gets serious, it's not their eldest prince's fault if Miss Meng runs away on her own.

"That being the case, well, when we meet the eldest prince later, Miss Meng must excuse our family."

"sure."

With that said, the two of them strolled outside the library. Meng Wenyao pretended to look at the stone tablet while paying attention to the surrounding movements.

Just as Xiao Dezi and Yang Qilang said, there is no one waiting here, and it is as quiet as if there is no human habitation.

Taking advantage of Xiao Dezi's unpreparedness, Meng Wenyao quickly swung the sachet around Xiao Dezi, who fell down as if he was drunk.

If things don't work out today, she can explain to Yang Qilang that Xiao Dezi fainted on her own, and she went to find someone to call for help, and she didn't break into the library on purpose.

Turning around, Meng Wenyao swaggered into the library. There was no obstruction all the way. I don't know if there was really no one there, or the secret guards didn't get the order and didn't take any action. They were just waiting for Meng Wenyao to make some move, and then hit him with one strike.

When Meng Wenyao went up to the third floor, he finally saw the emperor who was reading a book.

Before the eunuch yelled at the assassin, he immediately handed over the three hundred Tang poems he had written silently with both hands.

"Meng Wenyao, the daughter of Meng Hanlin of the Hanlin Academy, presents a volume of poetry to our emperor."

The emperor raised his eyelids slightly, stared at Meng Wenyao who had his head lowered for a long time, pinched the center of his brows, and waved his hands gently.

The eunuch who was already dumbfounded at the side finally realized that there was such a bold person in the world who broke into the forbidden area without permission. A hundred ways of death for Meng Wenyao flashed through his mind.

Seeing that the emperor asked him to get the poetry book, he stepped forward and saw Meng Wenyao's white hands. He sighed in his heart. She was probably a beauty, but it was a pity that she would not live long.

He took the collection of poems, checked them, and gave them to the emperor.

The emperor flipped through the two pages carelessly. The more he read, the more excited he became. There was such a shocking poem in the world. How come he had never known about it.

"Meng, where did your poem come from?"

Taking a long breath, Meng Wenyao knew that she had made the right bet.

She put on a weak look and began to tell with choked sobs: "Not long ago, Yang Qilang, the Marquis of Ruyang, met his daughter and wanted to marry her. He did not dare to deceive the emperor, and she would rather die than obey.

However, the woman spoke softly, and her father's official position was too low to compete with the Ruyang Marquis. The daughter took refuge in hiding to protect her innocence. When she was dying, she saw her mother who died young. She gave her this book of poems and asked her to give it to her. Your Majesty, I have taken the liberty to come here just to fulfill my deceased mother’s wish and to ask for forgiveness. "

The emperor didn't believe a word of what his deceased mother said when she was dying. It was just an excuse for this little girl not to marry Qi Lang of the Yang family.

Looking at the rare collection of poems in his hand, the emperor felt that he would forgive this little woman who kept telling lies.

"Now that your wish is over, please step back."

The emperor's voice hit Meng Wenyao's heart like hailstones. She had already said she didn't want to marry Yang Qilang, so why did the emperor accept the collection of poems and not intend to help her tide over the difficulties?

So cool! !

"Yes."

Meng Wenyao dragged her shaky body and slowly backed away.

Zhao Ruhai, the eunuch in charge, raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor, then silently lowered his head.

No matter how beautiful a woman in this world is or how miserable her life is, I am afraid she cannot be pitied by this emperor.

What seemed like an instant and half a century later, Meng Wenyao stood under the library again. Different from the expectations before coming here, this time she was completely disappointed.