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

Taking on a mourning posture, Meng Wenyao was about to throw herself into Lu Yiran's arms. When she was about an arm's length away, she was held up by the hilt of a sword in front of her. Meng Wenyao had to hold the table and cry for a while.

No one comforted her, and no one handed her a handkerchief. Because she was too embarrassed, Meng Wenyao rubbed her eyes until they were red before she stopped crying.

"Uncle Lu, Mr. Song, he...he..."

As if she had suffered a huge disaster, Meng Wenyao was so choked up that she could not speak.

"Cry first and then talk."

A rough voice sounded, and the slight displeasure in the voice told Meng Wenyao that enough was enough.

She bravely raised her head and glanced at Lu Yiran. After letting him see her haggard and pain clearly, she lowered her head and began to complain.

"My niece knows that the two families want to marry Qin and Jin. In line with the family motto that marriage is a major event and parents order matchmakers, my niece has never given it much thought.

I recently learned by chance that my sister Jiang and Mr. Song were in love. Due to the promises made by the adults, they could not get married. My niece felt uneasy. Now that she is willing to be an adult, she traveled thousands of miles to find Uncle Lu and asked him to help them. . "

Meng Wenyao's generous and decent narration elicited a chuckle from Lu Yiran: "That boy Song Feijie has moved on and is not in love anymore?"

"Maybe Mr. Song and Sister Jiang are already in love, and you and your father are the two of them. My niece really doesn't want them to regret it for the rest of their lives. She hopes that her uncle will let them get married eventually."

These words were so sincere that Meng Wenyao was touched by her generosity. She looked up at Lu Yiran again.

At the age of thirty, perhaps due to years of exercise, there is no trace of time on his handsome, razor-sharp face. He is more mature and steady than Seinfeld in his weak years, and his appearance is confusing and charming. A stalwart man.

After Lu Yiran coughed dryly, Meng Wenyao quickly lowered her head again, making a sign of grievance.

"Don't worry, with me and your father here, the head matron of the Lu family can only be you."

It's easy to say, but I don't know if it can be done.

Meng Wenyao showed a happy expression in cooperation, and then said calmly: "But Sister Jiang is already pregnant."

Lu Yiran's calm expression finally softened. Lu Yiran frowned slightly, unconsciously rubbing the hilt of his sword with his thumb, and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

"Sister Jiang said it herself."

After saying that, Meng Wenyao choked up again, her tears gradually became bigger, and she started to cry loudly. She supported her weak body and tried to move forward a few steps, closer to Lu Yiran.

Unfortunately, just after taking two steps, he was blocked by the hilt of the sword again.

"This matter is that our Lu family is sorry for you. When I return to the capital, I will personally apologize to your father. Don't worry, as long as I am here, I will never let them be so contentious. The head mother of the Lu family must still be you." Genus."

That's not necessary. Meng Wenyao came all the way not to snatch a second-hand product.

She stopped crying and let the tears hang in the corners of her eyes. She raised her aggrieved face and said softly: "My niece treats Sister Jiang like a real sister. She really doesn't want her to abort the child and suffer hardships in the rest of her life. Before leaving Beijing, my niece also I left a letter to my father, asking him to prepare a dowry for Sister Jiang and get married as soon as possible before she shows her pregnancy, so as not to ruin her reputation."

"You are so generous. Your fiancé was robbed, but you still gave him up calmly."

This sentence was said very lightly. Meng Wenyao didn't hear any hint of praise, so she could only answer it bravely: "It is the best choice for my niece to quit, and no one will be harmed."

With a snap, Lu Yiran threw the sword on the table and said in a bad tone: "But you have been wronged, tell me what compensation you want."

That heavy fall scared Meng Wenyao to death. Why did she feel like Lu Yiran was angry with her? She was also a victim, wasn't she?

Could it be that he was angry and came over to complain? Do you seem petty?

No matter what, we have reached this point and we have no choice but to go on.

"My niece has no other demands. She came all the way to beg Uncle Lu not to blame Mr. Song and Sister Jiang after returning to Beijing. My niece quit on her own volition. They were not forced. They are also pitiful people who can't help themselves."

After finishing speaking, she couldn't wait for Lu Yiran's answer for a long time. Meng Wenyao resisted and did not raise her head to look at Lu Yiran. She intuitively felt that Lu Yiran was examining her. A general who could kill the enemy's head among thousands of armies, his eyes were not Meng Wenyao could look at her.

Fortunately, in the end, Lu Yiran withdrew his gaze and said in a slightly gentle tone: "Since there is no appeal, let's go down and rest first, and we will set off back to the capital early tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

Back in the guest room, Meng Wenyao took a hot bath, had a hot meal, and fell asleep.

Maybe it was because the journey was too tiring, but Meng Wenyao slept very well. She got up early the next morning, mounted her horse again, and returned to the capital with Lu Yiran.

Perhaps Lu Yiran still had some conscience. During his lunch break, he went to Meng Wenyao again and said, "What compensation do you want? Don't answer in a hurry. Think about it before coming to me. If I can do it, I will definitely help you do it." .”

Thinking about the possible uses in the future, Meng Wenyao didn't say no stubbornly, but silently bowed her head to express her understanding.

The rush march continued in the afternoon. Although she thought her equestrian skills were good and she rode all the way to Youzhou, the speed she traveled with Lu Yiran's bodyguard was still beyond Meng Wenyao's physical endurance. When she rested at night, she felt that her body was going to be exhausted. Falling apart.

After holding on without falling, Meng Wenyao found Lu Yiran.

"The compensation I want is to take a carriage back to the capital."

Unexpectedly, it was such a compensation. Lu Yiran showed a loving smile for the first time: "I'm so anxious to go back because I have to deal with the matter of Sein Feijie. Starting tomorrow, you can take the carriage and go back slowly. This is not compensation." , if you think of anything in the future, ask me for it."

"No," Meng Wenyao insisted, holding Lu Yiran's robe, "I want to go back with you. I want to watch Sister Jiang marry Mr. Song. If my uncle goes back first and beats Mr. Song, If you don't agree to their marriage, wouldn't you be letting down your niece?"

After looking at the little hand holding his robe, and then at the shaky little girl, Lu Yiran finally couldn't bear to brush it off.

"Don't worry, since you don't want to marry that boy, I will naturally agree to his marriage to Miss Jiang, and I won't go back on my words. If you keep running like this, I'm afraid you'll get sick. Take the carriage back tomorrow and don't follow me again. Me."

"Since uncle agrees to their marriage, just send a letter back and ask them to get married as soon as possible. Uncle doesn't have to rush back in person. Or is uncle just lying to his niece and is actually in a hurry to go back, or is he going to break up Mr. Song and Sister Jiang?"