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

Seeing the carefully selected beauties, the emperor didn't even glance at them, and the queen mother was so angry that she wanted to throw Meng Wenyao into the cold palace.

However, the emperor always protected her closely and never saw Meng Wenyao leave the Jianzhang Palace. If the Queen Mother asked, the Emperor would either say that Meng Wenyao was ill, or that Meng Wenyao was of low status and was not worthy of the Queen Mother's greetings.

Meng Wenyao, who was trapped in Jianzhang Palace, was also very depressed. Ever since she returned from the Imperial Garden, the emperor had banned her, and she could not leave Jianzhang Palace at all.

Fortunately, New Year's Eve came in a blink of an eye, and Meng Wenyao could finally go out for some fresh air and happily attend the palace banquet.

At the palace banquet, I closed my door and thought about the eldest prince who had just come out, and took the lead in toasting to the emperor. Others toasted one after another. The emperor was in a good mood, and drank all the glasses without leaving a single drop.

If he was drunk, he would have been able to escape the disaster at night. Just as Meng Wenyao was secretly happy in her heart, she heard a majestic voice from above: "I am too drunk to drink, so I will go back to the palace first. Beauty Meng, help me back to the palace. "

In the eyes of everyone as if they were murdering someone, Meng Wenyao hurried over from the end of the banquet to help the emperor.

On the way back to the palace, Meng Wenyao asked in confusion: "The emperor is not drunk at all, why do you pretend to be drunk?"

"The wind is strong when you sit near the door of the palace. I'm worried that your body won't be able to bear it."

Feeling a little touched, Meng Wenyao arched her arms into the emperor's arms and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, how are you doing?"

The emperor smiled slightly and whispered in Meng Wenyao's ear: "Give me one more time tonight?"

With that said, without waiting for Meng Wenyao's consent, he began to move his hands up and down.

"No, Your Majesty."

The emperor thought that Meng Wenyao was refusing to welcome him, so he took advantage of the wine to turn over and press down to start.

Meng Wenyao was so frightened that her whole body tensed up. She had been in love for more than a month, and Kuishui had been late for several days. The emperor drank too much today, and it would be bad if the child was seriously injured.

"It's really not possible, Your Majesty."

Hearing the cry in his voice, the emperor finally stopped, kissed Meng Wenyao's cheek gently, and said with a smile: "It's a bit early to cry today, can't you?"

Meng Wenyao was a little speechless. The sooner she cried emotionally, the emperor would really take it seriously.

She took a deep breath, picked her tone, and whispered: "Not today, not in the future. In a few days, I have great news to tell the emperor."

Now, her Guishui has just arrived late, so the imperial doctor may not be able to detect the Xi pulse, but it should be possible in a few days.

The emperor smiled brightly, and the smell of alcohol on his breath made Meng Wenyao a little dizzy.

"It's not that you don't want to sleep with me, you're deliberately trying to trick me, right? I'm curious, what kind of news is it? It's great news for me?"

Meng Wenyao was stunned. Yes, how could her pregnancy be great news to the emperor? The emperor already had many princes. One more prince would be a small happy event at most.

In an instant, Meng Wenyao's mood became low. Thinking of the emperor's group of concubines and more than a dozen children, she silently withdrew from the emperor's arms.

"I am sitting at the door of the palace today. The cold wind blows and I have a headache."

After saying that, she turned over and fell asleep.

The emperor didn't realize that Meng Wenyao was angry at all. He really thought that she had a recurrence of her old illness due to the cold wind.

He said angrily: "Those quack doctors said that your cold symptoms have disappeared. Why do you have a headache today just after blowing the cold wind for a while? It can be seen that the root cause was not eliminated before, quack doctors."

"Come here, call the imperial doctor."

On this late night of New Year's Eve, even if there was an imperial doctor on duty in the palace, he was probably drinking wine and eating pots, and calling people from the imperial hospital was really torturous.

Meng Wenyao quickly stopped her: "Your Majesty, my concubine is fine. She can just have a sleep."

"Just lie down." Seeing that Meng Wenyao was trying to stop him, he smiled and said, "Or is your headache gone?"

Meng Wenyao was excited, forget it, she just lay down.

In the imperial hospital, the two imperial doctors who stayed in the palace on duty were drinking wine and eating pots.

When they heard that someone was coming from Jianzhang Palace, they didn't dare to delay and trotted over.

Of course, I secretly cursed people for not choosing the right time to get sick. Getting sick during the Chinese New Year is not a good sign. I am afraid that I will be sick for a whole year in the coming year.

Therefore, wealthy people will never invite doctors on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. The implication is really bad.

When the two of them arrived at Jianzhang Palace and put their hands on Meng Wenyao's wrist, they were still muttering in their hearts that this beauty looked rosy and looked sick.

It must be an excuse to be sick and to invite favors on purpose. If you are just sick on New Year's Eve, aren't you afraid that the coming year will not go well?

Although she looks beautiful, her brain is not working well.

The imperial doctor didn't have time to feel sorry, so he knitted his eyebrows together. He changed his hand and held it again, with a vague suspicion in his mind.

He was not sure, so he immediately asked another imperial doctor to check his pulse again.

The two took their pulses and looked at each other. The older one said: "Reporting to the emperor, your Majesty is not seriously ill. Just rest more."

After the imperial doctor left, the two returned to bed and continued to sleep. This time the emperor was very polite and held Meng Wenyao in his arms honestly. After a while, they could hear even breathing.

Thinking of the eyebrows knitted together when the two imperial doctors checked their pulse just now, the emperor wondered what they were struggling with and could not say it in public. Could it be that Meng Wenyao's condition had changed?

He was worried and got out of bed quietly: "Tell the imperial doctor."

The two imperial doctors had just walked halfway when they were called back again. Regarding the situation of taking the pulse before, they tacitly did not say anything, because although Meng Wenyao had signs of slippery pulse, it was not obvious, and the concubines in the harem were so concerned about it. Son, the two of them just wanted to be foolproof, so they pretended that they didn't care.

Now that I was called back again, maybe I had questions about the pulse condition. Should I talk about the slippery pulse?

Seeing that they were about to arrive at Jianzhang Palace, the young imperial doctor spoke first: "Just now, the student thought in a trance that Meng Meiren had a slippery pulse. I wonder if I am wrong. Sir, what do you think?"

The older imperial doctor was stunned. He thought that only an old man like him could find it out. Even so, he didn't dare to confirm it. Now that a young imperial doctor has found it out, it is obvious that it is slippery pulse.

He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I also found out the slippery pulse, but it's not very obvious. I thought I'd check the pulse again in a few days to confirm. If it's a problem for the emperor, let's just tell him."

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the side hall of Jianzhang Palace. The emperor looked at Meng Wenyao who was sleeping soundly in the main hall and asked the imperial doctor: "What's wrong with this beautiful body?"

The elderly doctor's face was kind, and his smile was full of tears: "Reporting to the emperor, there is nothing wrong with your mother's body, but the old minister seems to have felt a slippery pulse. She is still young, and she will need to check her pulse again in a few days to confirm. "

Hua Mai? Pregnant?

The blood in the emperor's entire body seemed to be flowing backwards, and pain and joy were intertwined in his heart. The dim past suddenly became vivid in his mind, and it seemed as if there was a devil screaming in his body.