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

"Sister, I am in the military camp on weekdays and don't go home often. If you are worried about Feijie's martial arts skills, just send him to the military camp. I see that many of the disciples who are preparing for martial arts are now training hard in the military camp?"

Learning martial arts is only one of the purposes, and the more important thing is of course to inherit the title of the Lu family. Mrs. Song did not go around the corner when giving it to her younger brother. She said bluntly: "Now that you have made a marquis, the inheritance of the incense to your descendants will not be careless in the future. I think It’s better to adopt Feijie as soon as possible so that you and your family can develop a good relationship."

Lu Yiran felt a little uncomfortable when he said this. He and Song Feijie were uncles and nephews, and their relationship had always been good. Why did they need special training? Was it to bring Song Feijie in to cultivate the mother-son relationship with Meng Wenyao?

He was very unhappy, his face grew colder, and he said calmly: "The martial arts examination is approaching. It will be inconvenient for Feijie to move at this time. Let's wait until the martial arts examination is over."

Without waiting for Mrs. Song to say anything else, Lu Yiran passed him and strode towards the backyard.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Meng Wenyao with a pink face and a body covered with gauze. She was more seductive than a goblin.

At this time, Lu Yiran couldn't remember anything about sisters, nephews, or heirs.

"Tonight, this governor will never let you, a monster, go."

The room was filled with spring light for a while, and after a long time, the wavy bedding gradually fell into rest.

After bathing, Meng Wenyao took the opportunity to take the fertility pill, then lay in Lu Yiran's arms and started to blow the pillow wind.

"Today, my sister came over to choose a courtyard. She said that she would like Young Master Song to move here. Which courtyard do you think is suitable for Young Master Song to live in?"

Now that his nephew was mentioned, Lu Yiran frowned and said displeasedly: "You don't need to take my sister's words to heart. I am still the one who decides this family. You don't have to pay attention to the things I didn't say."

"But?"

Meng Wenyao said aggrievedly: "My sister said that my husband cannot have children and will adopt Mr. Song in the future. My sister asked me to be virtuous and take the initiative to help Mr. Song clean up the yard, so as not to have a reputation of treating my stepson harshly in the future."

The charming scenery in the room was almost driven away by Meng Wenyao one by one. Lu Yiran turned over and said fiercely: "Then you should work harder as a husband and give your wife a child. In the future, there will be no step-sons or step-sons." .”

With a squeak, the bed squeaked regularly again.

Mrs. Song, who was lying in the Song Mansion, looked at the empty bed beside her, her heart already numb.

Ever since he gave birth to Song Feijie, Mr. Song thought he had completed the inheritance of incense and never entered Mrs. Song's room again.

Early this morning, when Mrs. Song was waiting for Meng Wenyao to get up and serve tea in Meng Wenyao's courtyard, she heard many maids snickering there.

"The governor is so brave. Even though it's broad daylight, the sound in the room hasn't stopped yet."

"You don't understand. The Governor is a martial arts practitioner and his health is better than that of ordinary men. I'm afraid he will have to toss all night from now on. It will be hard on our young lady. How can this delicate body bear it?"

Every comment from the maids and mothers-in-law was like a needle pricking Mrs. Song's heart. She couldn't bear the cold sleep anymore. She wanted to make peace with her, marry a military commander, and enjoy the rest of her life.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Song came to the Lu Mansion again. She found Lu Yiran and choked with sobs: "Brother, in the future Feijie will be adopted under your name. It will be boring for me to stay alone in the Song Mansion. I think I'd better make peace with your brother-in-law." That’s it.”

Not long after falling asleep, Lu Yiran was woken up by Mrs. Song, and his anger was rising.

"You called me early in the morning just to make peace? If you feel aggrieved, I will just continue Feijie and live a good life as a family of three."

Although she knew that Lu Yiran was speaking out of anger, Mrs. Song was still worried that Lu Yiran would become really bad-tempered. However, after Song Feijie, she quickly flattered him and said, "I'm not wronged because Feijie was adopted. You also know that your brother-in-law and I have been wronged over the years." "

Lu Yiran had always heard about the relationship between Mrs. Song and Master Song. They were very respectful to each other.

In the past, he felt that there was nothing wrong with the couple living together.

But now that he is married to his wife and enjoying the pleasures of fish and water, he realizes how beautiful the days are when honey is mixed with oil.

Mrs. Song had been a widow for so many years, so it was normal that she couldn't bear it any longer. Lu Yiran asked tentatively: "Sister, you want to reconcile and then remarry?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Yiran's words exposed her. Mrs. Song blushed and said, "I know you are the Marquis now. If I remarry and tarnish your reputation, I can continue to endure it."

"My Lu family has no daughter to marry. You won't delay others if you remarry. If you want to change it, just change it. Is there anyone who can choose?"

Just agreed? Mrs. Song shook her head after being surprised. She just thought about remarrying yesterday, but she really hadn't decided who to marry yet.

"Then sister must choose carefully this time, lest the second brother-in-law is not considerate, and it is difficult for sister to marry for the third time."

Being ridiculed by Lu Yiran, Mrs. Song was embarrassed to directly ask him which one of his subordinates was better. She decided to inquire by herself and then choose a suitable one.

Finding an opportunity when Mr. Song was drunk, Mrs. Song decisively asked the drunken Mr. Song to write a letter of divorce, and then quickly moved to the Lu Mansion.

Meng Wenyao, who had just been quiet for a few days, woke up one day and suddenly found that Mrs. Song had moved in. She was furious. Is she really just a decoration in this home?

"Sister-in-law, sister, I will move in here from now on, and I will take care of all the big and small things at home. You can just enjoy your happiness."

"That's troublesome for sister." Meng Wenyao said with a smile.

"Don't bother me. Sister, I have to worry about my life. I'm not as lucky as my younger siblings. I can sleep until noon every day."

"Then what can we do? The governor is demanding too much. As a wife, how can I refuse? It's my sister's good fortune. My brother-in-law never enters my sister's room, and my sister can have a good rest every night."

"you!"

It was the first time that Mrs. Song, who was lonely in the boudoir, was pointed at and said this. Her old face turned red instantly, but in an instant, she adjusted her mentality. Anyway, they had already divorced, and there were only a few days until she was pampered by her husband. We can't just suffer this loss.

"I'm not afraid of jokes from my siblings. I've divorced my sister. I'm not sure whether your future brother-in-law will be able to enter my room."

What, Mrs. Song has already reconciled? This didn't happen in the previous life, but I vaguely heard that Mrs. Song had a lover in the previous life.

Seeing Mrs. Song's seemingly shy appearance, Meng Wenyao couldn't help but wonder, maybe they didn't want to be lovers in this life, and the two of them planned to be honest?

Then she had to investigate carefully, and she couldn't let Mrs. Song get everything she wished for.