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

Jasmine's eyes lit up, and Meng Wenyao continued: "The most important thing is now, as long as your young lady and Mr. Song live happily together, as time goes by, Mr. Song will know that Sister Jiang and my brother have no affair. In another two or three years, , no one cares about this matter, it would be okay for you to return to the house at that time, but coming back now is too conspicuous."

Such a turn of events made Jasmine cry with joy. She held Meng Wenyao's hand and was about to kneel down, but Meng Wenyao held her tightly.

"Good girl, don't thank me in a hurry. I still need your help with something else?"

"Miss, please tell me."

Pulling Jasmine to a deserted place, Meng Wenyao whispered: "You also know that my brother is probably still in love with Sister Qinghe. What if one day my brother gets dizzy and writes a letter to Sister Qinghe to send a gift? You must tell me as soon as possible, we must be careful to prevent them from having an affair, if it is exposed, it will be terrible."

Jasmine knew the importance of this matter and repeatedly promised: "Miss, don't worry, if there is anything happening with our lady, I will tell her if I have the chance."

After easily handling an internal agent, Meng Wenyao simply whistled and changed her clothes before returning to the banquet.

At the banquet, the ladies were fawning over Jiang Qinghe, as if they could say a word to her, just like they could talk to Governor Lu. They looked very ridiculous.

As the host, Meng Wenyao sat down for a long time without anyone noticing. He smiled wryly and prepared to ask people to go to the front yard to inquire about whether the banquet could be held so that they could finish eating early and disperse the fire.

After a while, the maid ran back very happily and shouted excitedly: "Miss, I'm so happy, Governor Lu..."

Before the maid could finish her words, she was stopped by a distant aunt of the Meng family, who said angrily: "Girl like you, you don't even look at the road when you are walking. Since it is Governor Lu's business, you must be running towards Miss Jiang. You are heading towards Yao." What are you doing running over there?"

The aunt's hands were very strong. She lifted the maid and threw it in front of Jiang Qinghe. She said flatteringly, "Quickly, what did Governor Lu say?"

Everyone gathered around her. Today, when Jiang Qinghe returned home, Governor Lu came to the door in person. He must have valued his nephew-in-law very much. He agreed with her from the bottom of his heart, and must have praised her a lot.

Jiang Qinghe looked at so many people surrounding him and urged shyly: "Look at what Yao'er is doing, what did uncle say?"

The maid took a breath, but still managed to squeeze to Meng Wenyao, and said loudly: "Captain Lu personally proposed to the general and asked to marry the young lady as his wife. Governor Lu said that the marriage between the Lu family and the Meng family was agreed upon long ago, and now Song If the young master marries Miss Jiang, then he will marry you personally."

"Huh?!" Surprised voices sounded at the same time.

Everyone's body, which was slower than the voice, slowly moved away from Jiang Qinghe and began to move closer to Meng Wenyao.

After brushing off their previous disregard, they all put on flattering smiles. A lady grinned and said, "Yao'er is very lucky. I heard that the emperor is going to confer a marquis title on Governor Lu, and our family will soon have a marquis wife." ”

"Yes, not only the emperor, but also the prince relies heavily on Governor Lu. In the future, when the prince ascends the throne, he may even be granted the title of Duke."

The more he talked, the more nonsense he said. Meng Wenyao was worried that these aunts would say something treacherous, so she quickly ordered the banquet to start.

"Today is Sister Qinghe's homecoming banquet. All aunts and ladies, give me a toast to Sister Qinghe and stop teasing Yao'er here."

Meng Wenyao calmly ordered the banquet to start, but Jiang Qinghe couldn't sit still. She tried her best to become Governor Lu's nephew and wife, but in the blink of an eye, Meng Wenyao became Governor Lu's first wife.

She stood up and was about to say something, but the nanny on the side held her down and ordered: "Madam, be careful."

By the way, she almost forgot that she was pregnant, and Governor Lu was in poor health. Meng Wenyao could not have children for the rest of her life. When Governor Lu died in the future, Song Feijie would be the heir to the throne. In the final analysis, the winner would still be She is Jiang Qinghe.

Although Meng Wenyao tried his best to shift the focus away from herself, how could anyone pass up such a rare opportunity to curry favor with the Governor's wife.

Especially the aunt just now, who pushed everyone aside, took Meng Wenyao's hand affectionately, and praised: "Yao'er is really lucky. Thanks to Mr. Song, he married Miss Jiang, we have such a powerful Yao'er." The wealth and honor of this man, if the bad ones don’t go away, the good ones won’t come back, bah bah bah, look at my mouth, he’s all good, Mr. Song is good, Governor Lu is even better.”

In view of the effect of this aunt's praise, the other ladies who wanted to follow in her footsteps quickly stopped for fear of offending each one by praising them. After all, Meng Wenyao would not be able to have children in the future, so she still had shortcomings, and Jiang Qinghe could not completely ignore it. and.

Everyone finally remembered that they were here for a feast today and began to immerse themselves in the meal. Meng Wenyao smiled sweetly at Jiang Qinghe: "Why don't you eat, sister Qinghe?"

"I ate too much for breakfast, and now I feel a little nauseous." Jiang Qinghe said with a smile.

"Sister Qinghe is pregnant, isn't she?" Meng Wenyao replied with a hint.

The seemingly joking words made Jiang Qinghe's face turn pale in fright, and the nanny beside him immediately began to smooth things over.

"Miss Meng's family doesn't understand. People who just got married don't get pregnant so quickly."

Although Mammy explained it, all the ladies still saw a lot of clues, and everyone had some vague guesses about why Seinfeld suddenly changed his fiancée.

After a tumultuous homecoming banquet, Meng Wenyao rubbed her bloated belly and returned to her room.

As soon as he opened the door, he was pulled in forcefully and fell into a hot embrace.

"Yao'er, do you want to be your husband?"

"I……"

Before he could answer, he was swallowed into his belly. Meng Wenyao was weak and had no power to resist, so he had no choice but to let him take what he wanted.

After all the lingering, Meng Wenyao slumped in Lu Yiran's arms and said feebly: "Why are you here?"

"Why are you so heartless? We haven't seen each other for four days. You haven't even written a letter to me. How can I punish you if we get married when we see you?"

Meng Wenyao burned the letters sent by the Lu family every day and had no intention of replying to them. Now that she was asked about them in person, she said shyly: "Father always looks at me with eager eyes, so I am embarrassed to write to you. "

"I guess so. General Meng is just too old-fashioned. Fortunately, I have set the wedding date for three days, and we will be able to stay together soon."

"So fast?" Meng Wenyao blurted out.

Someone suddenly rubbed his waist vigorously, and Lu Yiran pretended to be angry and said: "How fast? I want to have a wedding tonight. Come on, let my husband love you again."

"don't want……"