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

Meng Wenyao turned to look at Miss Ji and saw her slowly taking out a military book and saying hesitantly: "My little girl loves the art of war. It's rare to meet Governor Lu today and I would like to ask for advice."

"You said."

After talking to Lu Yiran about the art of war for half an hour, Lu Yiran's expression showed no difference, except that Miss Ji's face became paler and paler, and she finally ran out crying while covering her mouth.

Lu Yiran, who was mostly sober, looked at Meng Wenyao with a confused look on his face and said: "This girl is so competitive and competitive. It's not normal for her to be inferior to me in military skills. Why is she so angry?"

Meng Wenyao was speechless. What the girl was angry about was not her poor military skills, but...

"Uncle Lu, are you feeling unwell? Does your niece say you are dizzy? Are you thirsty? Are you hot?"

"Nothing, just go back."

"My niece, I'd better get you a glass of water in case you're thirsty."

Half an hour after drinking the soup with aphrodisiac, Lu Yiran showed no reaction. It seemed that his body was seriously injured.

In order to cure Lu Yiran's health, Meng Wenyao tried hard to add various elixirs to the tea. In the end, the tea became a little thick.

Meng Wenyao looked at the strange tea and felt that it was a bit too much, but the elixirs had been added and could not be wasted. She handed the teacup to Lu Yiran.

"what is this?"

"Shiquan Dabu Pills, which also contain walnuts, peanuts, melon seeds, dried meat and other ingredients. On the way to the capital, my niece was worried about sleeping in the open air, so she asked the cook to make them. After drinking them, she will feel very full. My uncle just drank so much wine. I guess I didn’t eat much food, so if you drink this bowl, you won’t be hungry at night.”

After talking serious nonsense, Meng Wenyao passed the teacup forward again. Lu Yiran frowned tightly and still did not accept it.

"I'm marching and fighting, and I'll be hungry for days and nights. It's fine. Just let it go."

"Could it be that uncle thinks it's poisonous and that's why he refuses to drink it?"

Meng Wenyao picked up the spoon, scooped a little and drank it, and then licked her lips pretending to be delicious.

"Drink quickly, uncle, or it will get cold."

"Uncle, he won't be drunk and acting like a child. Please feed him. Okay, my niece will feed you."

Before the spoon was placed in the bowl, the bowl was snatched away by Lu Yiran, and he took another sip.

"That's right. It's getting late. You can go down."

Just eat it. Meng Wenyao smiled brightly. She picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped the corner of Lu Yiran's mouth.

"Why is uncle acting like a child? He eats everywhere."

As if he was caught on fire, Lu Yiran suddenly retreated two meters away.

"Someone, take Miss Meng back to her room."

"Then uncle, take a rest early."

Back in the room, Meng Wenyao quickly took a dream pill and entered Lu Yiran's dream.

In his dream, Lu Yiran dreamed of Meng Wenyao licking his lips, and Meng Wenyao wiping his mouth.

Even in the end, when he was drinking tea, he accidentally knocked over the tea cup, and Meng Wenya carefully and gently helped him wipe it.

The snow-white little hand, holding the goose-yellow handkerchief, wiped it from Lu Yiran's chest, to his lower abdomen, to his thighs...

Suddenly, Lu Yiran woke up from his dream. His whole body was hot and sweating profusely. He drank a large pot of herbal tea to quench his thirst.

This dream is really ridiculous.

Setting out early the next morning, as soon as he saw Meng Wenyao, Lu Yiran felt his face turn red and his heart beat faster. He couldn't see Meng Wenyao again, otherwise the dream would always come to his mind.

He is the same generation as General Meng and cannot have such thoughts about a junior.

Someone immediately prepared a carriage for Meng Wenyao. Seeing Meng Wenyao being tightly locked in the carriage, Lu Yiran took a deep breath and rode away.

At noon, when the group was on the road, Meng Wenyao opened the door of the carriage and was about to get out when she heard Lu Yiran's loud instructions: "Ask the store owner to prepare dry food and move on immediately."

He didn't even stop to rest for a moment. Meng Wenyao didn't have a chance to say a word to Lu Yiran. She pulled back her feet in frustration and sat back in the carriage again.

Although the carriage slowed down the journey, Lu Yiran was in such a hurry to get to the capital in less time than riding a horse. Time was tight and the task was heavy. Meng Wenyao gritted his teeth and decided to act as soon as possible.

Staying at the inn at night, Meng Wenyao found Lu Yiran after dinner with a pot of tea.

"Uncle Lu..." Meng Wenyao shouted with a soft and sweet voice, full of sadness.

"What's the matter?"

Although she tried her best to control it, Meng Wenyao still heard the panic in Lu Yiran's voice. She slowly poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Lu Yiran.

"Uncle Lu, last night at the garrison mansion, my niece couldn't sleep peacefully. She seemed to be haunted by monsters. Fortunately, she was saved by an old man with a white beard, otherwise my niece would have almost died."

After Meng Wenyao finished speaking, she looked at Lu Yiran with a vague look in her eyes. Her eyes were shy, timid and a little aggrieved, and her eyes were delicate and tender.

Lu Yiran, who was about to reach out for the tea, paused, moved back slightly, coughed and said, "It's just a nightmare. Have a bowl of soothing soup tonight and have a good rest."

"Okay, uncle, let's go to bed early."

Watching Lu Yiran drink the tea, Meng Wenyao stood up and left, returned to the room and sat there until midnight.

Everything was quiet at that time, and even the person in charge of the guard was dozing off. Suddenly Meng Wenyao's room opened, and she rushed into Lu Yiran's room with her hair disheveled and tears on her pale face.

The guard was about to stop him suddenly, but suddenly he felt that Meng Wenyao was a weak woman and did not look like she could commit an assassination, so she continued to doze off and pretended not to notice.

Lu Yiran, who watched Meng Wenyao licking his lips in his dream, was thirsty and horny when he was woken up by a voice calling: "Uncle Lu...".

"Uncle Lu, there is a monster trying to eat me."

Looking sideways at the person in his arms, Lu Yiran was so frightened that he almost rolled out of bed. Why did he roll into the same bed as Meng Wenyao.

He spoke tentatively, his voice hoarse and dry: "Why are you here?"

"Uncle Lu, there are monsters that want to eat me. An old man with a white beard told me to ask Uncle Lu for help. Only Uncle Lu's pure Yang energy can save me. And after we have sex, the old man with a white beard will give us a Child, Uncle Lu..."

With that said, Meng Wenyao had already hugged Lu Yiran tightly, who was about to get up, and her whole body was wrapped around him softly.

He didn't have much strength, but Lu Yiran just couldn't push it away, or maybe he didn't want to push it away.

He couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. He always felt that things should be like this, or that there might really be a monster causing trouble. He didn't know what was going on, so he turned over and pressed on him.

Then the sound of gasping sounded, and the guard outside the door woke up instantly. He looked at the tightly closed door in disbelief. It was indeed coming from inside.

Not long after, not only the sounds of gasping, but also the sounds of crying and roaring came out one after another.