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

Lu Yiran smiled bitterly. Everyone thought that he would never have a wife or children in his life. Even though he and Meng Wenyao were now married, he was very worried about whether he could have children.

"When I get married and finish this period of work, I will definitely be free to take good care of this boy."

He didn't say anything about adoption, he was still looking forward to it, just in case, if he had a legitimate son, he wouldn't have to adopt him.

Mrs. Song, who understood the ins and outs, had no time to say congratulations to Lu Yiran, turned around and went back home to take care of her daughter-in-law who had just entered the house.

She first called her son to her and said with a dark face, "I heard that your wife is pregnant?"

Feeling panicked, Song Feijie almost admitted that in line with the principle of cheating without proof, he said with a playful smile: "Does the mother want to have a grandson? The son will just go back and work hard at night."

She stretched out her hand and pinched Song Feijie's ears. Mrs. Song hated the iron and said: "Don't be careless. You think you are doing things strictly. Don't you know that your uncle knows everything."

Thinking of her daughter-in-law Jiang Qinghe, Mrs. Song's face turned even darker and she said angrily: "Even if you don't want to marry Miss Meng, you still have to choose a good one. Look at the woman you picked. She just got pregnant before marriage. She doesn't even have a natal family." , how to help you in the future."

"With my uncle here, how can I need help from others?"

Seeing that Mrs. Song's face was getting worse and worse, Song Feijie changed the subject and complained: "My son was just playing for fun, but who knew she was pregnant and even told my uncle to know about it. I was still thinking about why my uncle suddenly asked me to marry her. It turns out It was that incident that revealed it.”

Reaching out and patting Song Feijie twice, Mrs. Song said angrily: "This kind of thing can spread, and the people around you should clean up."

"My son promises that he has not told anyone about this matter, not even his personal servant."

The mother and son looked at each other, and the truth of the matter was clear. Jiang Qinghe must have told Lu Yiran, and then Lu Yiran had to let Song Feijie marry Jiang Qinghe for the sake of their children and reputation.

"It's a good trick." Mrs. Song was so angry that she could tear the veil in her hand to pieces.

Seeing his mother's fierce look, Song Feijie advised: "Mom, the matter is over. She is already pregnant with her son's child, so forget it."

"It's not up to you to decide, but don't be afraid. I certainly won't embarrass her when she's pregnant."

After saying this, the mother and son discussed the matter of returning home tomorrow and then rested separately.

The next day, when Jiang Qinghe returned home, the Meng Mansion was filled with joy. Not only the relatives of the Meng family were there, but also many relatives of Song Feijie were there because Lu Yiran came to the door in person.

Looking at the extremely grand homecoming banquet, Jiang Qinghe felt very proud. Look, it doesn't matter if she is an orphan. As long as she marries well, the Meng family still has to fawn over her.

"Yao'er, now that I'm married, I will definitely take your marriage seriously. What kind of husband do you want? Tell me and I will help you choose."

She had just married into a wealthy family and was about to act like a wealthy lady. Meng Wenyao was very disdainful. She spat out the melon seed skins in her mouth and said with a silly smile: "Sister, marriage is a major event. Parents order the matchmaker. Yao'er Don’t dare to be good at specialization.”

Jiang Qinghe's face turned bitter as he heard Meng Wenyao mocking her for finding a man and stealing her sister's fiancé.

But today is different from the past. She is no longer an orphan living in the Meng Mansion. She is the wife of Governor Song. As long as Song Feijie is adopted by Governor Lu, she will be the future mistress of the Lu family. There is no need to be polite to Meng Wenyao. .

Even in the future, if Meng Wenyao comes to ask to see her, whether she will see him or not will depend on her mood.

"You can't say that. My sister, your temperament is very much like that of my father. You are very unpleasant. Although you are good-looking, men don't just look at their faces. If you don't choose a husband well and you are wronged in the future, you will not be able to do without me. As my sister, I want to help you. Instead of begging my sister at that time, why not tell me what you are looking for now, and my sister will help you look at it in advance."

It was only the third day of marriage, and she was already dreaming that Meng Wenyao would ask for her in the future?

After saying nothing for a while, Meng Wenyao stood up and said calmly: "I like the gift that my sister gave me very much. I just had to go back to change clothes, so I took the gift back first, and I will have a few drinks with my sister later. .”

"Jasmine, help sister carry the gift."

Seeing Meng Wenyao leaving with Jasmine and gifts, Jiang Qinghe and the girl beside him laughed and said: "I thought my sister had never seen anything good, but I didn't expect that now that I have married into the Song family, I can give you a homecoming gift. It’s so rare for my sister to be like this.”

"Look what Madam said, although the Meng family is rich and noble, it is on the same level as the Lu family. The homecoming gifts that Madam brought back today were all specially brought back from the Lu family by the young master. In the future, our young master will be adopted by the governor. My Majesty, the Lu family’s property is all under my control, so I don’t know how many good things there will be by then.”

"Yes, it's a pity that sister Yao'er didn't have the chance to see it."

With a sigh, Jiang Qinghe took a sip of tea gracefully and frowned: "How come the Meng Mansion doesn't even have the latest Biluochun, and this bowl is actually old tea."

Meng Wenyao, who had already walked out of the yard, did not hear this complaint. She was concentrating on wooing Jasmine.

"Is your mother feeling better? Do you want us to invite a doctor from our house?"

"It's much better. Thank you, miss. My mother has a persistent problem. She has to take medicine all year round. No matter how many doctors have seen her, it doesn't help."

Seeing that Jasmine's eyes were slowly turning red, Meng Wenyao stuffed another twenty taels of silver into it and said comfortingly: "It's common for the elderly to get sick. Please relax. If you are short of money, come back to the house to find me. We can't Your mother can't afford the medicine, and the eldest son is still preparing for the martial arts exam in the military camp. After the martial arts exam, I will ask the eldest son to hire a doctor and then go and see your mother, and I want peace of mind."

As she spoke, Jasmine almost knelt down in front of Meng Wenyao. Her tears finally fell down and she cried for a while before she realized what she was doing: "Miss, can I still return to our house to serve you? I want to serve the eldest son."

The bet was right. This girl really liked Meng Wenshan. Meng Wenyao sighed and said with great gravity: "You also know that Sister Qinghe and my brother had an oral engagement before, and you are Sister Qinghe's personal maid. Now As Mr. Song’s first wife, if he returns home to serve his brother, Mr. Song will know about it and think that your young lady and my brother have lost their relationship. This idea of ​​yours is very dangerous!”

Her face stiffened, and Jasmine said coquettishly: "I almost killed the eldest son because of my poor thinking. I will never think like this again."

Holding Jasmine's hand, Meng Wenyao said earnestly: "We will discuss the future matters later, just in case there is still a chance."