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

"Then I would like to congratulate my sister in advance on the marriage's harmony."

When Lu Yiran came back in the evening, Meng Wenyao did not pounce on him as usual, but bowed in a dignified manner: "The Governor is back."

The keen Lu Yiran noticed the difference and said in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. Even though my sister moved here early in the morning, the governor didn't tell me in advance. As a result, I didn't get up until noon. I asked my sister to teach me a lesson. In order to prevent my sister from scolding me for being unruly in the future, I have to wait all the time. Remember the etiquette and don’t make any mistakes.”

"Sister has moved here?"

Seeing that Lu Yiran's confused look didn't look like he was faking it, Meng Wenyao asked, "My husband doesn't know? My sister is still divorced."

After hearing this, Lu Yiran frowned even more. He exhaled and said in a depressed tone: "Two days ago, she was making trouble for divorce. She has made trouble eight times out of ten times in the past few years. I didn't expect this. This time they actually reconciled."

After washing his hands, he took the handkerchief handed over by Meng Wenyao and wiped it. Lu Yiran hugged Meng Wenyao in his arms and asked softly: "Sister, are you angry again?"

Meng Wenyao lowered her eyes. She couldn't speak ill of her sister to her face, but she still had to show her attitude.

His chin was slightly raised, and Lu Yiran said displeasedly: "This is the Lu Mansion, and you are the head mother of the Lu family. No one in this family can make you angry. If you are unhappy, tell me."

"I'm not unhappy at all. I know that the governor and my sister are very affectionate, but my sister came back to live just after they divorced. People who don't understand will inevitably think that the governor relied on his own power to force my sister to abandon her bad husband.

What I mean by my concubine is to let my sister live in another courtyard for a period of time. After the divorce has subsided, I will let my sister return to live in my hometown. At that time, Mr. Song will also adopt me, and your family will really be reunited. . "

Although this was said appropriately, Lu Yiran felt very awkward when he heard it. He kissed Meng Wenyao deeply on the forehead and said seriously: "We are a family."

Daheng picked up Meng Wenyao, and Lu Yiran took advantage of the situation and pressed him on the bed.

"Captain, no."

"what happened?"

Stopping Lu Yiran who was still taking off his clothes, Meng Wenyao resisted and said: "The governor is always demanding too much. If I sleep until noon tomorrow, I will be scolded by my sister again."

After pulling on the clothes for a while, Lu Yiran took a long breath and coaxed: "Don't worry, when you wake up tomorrow morning, my sister will already be living in another hospital."

Early the next morning, Mrs. Song, who was having breakfast happily and planning to tidy up the Lu family, looked up and saw Lu Yiran walking in.

"Brother, have you had breakfast? Quickly get a pair of bowls and chopsticks for the governor."

"No need, I've eaten."

Mrs. Song didn't believe this statement at all. She curled her lips and said: "I thought that if my brother married a daughter-in-law, someone would take care of his daily life and food. But I asked, your daughter-in-law never woke up before noon. You are like this." No one took care of the breakfast, so I must have just had a few bites, come on, come over and have some more."

In just a few words, Lu Yiran could tell how much Mrs. Song resented Meng Wenyao. One can imagine how wronged Meng Wenyao was during the day.

He was no longer in the mood to sit down, and stood boldly at the dinner table, saying displeasedly: "Brother, I haven't had a wife for so many years, and I haven't starved to death. My sister is virtuous, and my brother-in-law doesn't even have a wife now."

Such merciless sarcasm made Mrs. Song's face change greatly. She said aggrievedly: "How much do you know about my life these years? Moreover, you also agreed with me and Li. Now come and tell me, do you want to Are you forcing me to go back to Song Mansion again?"

Seeing Mrs. Song's grievance, Lu Yiran's hard-hearted heart softened a bit. He took two steps forward and said seriously: "I agree with you to reconcile, but I didn't say that we will reconcile now and that we will take the martial arts competition soon. Feijie will be awarded an official title after winning the imperial examination. If people find out about your reconciliation at this time, Feijie will lose his reputation. Since you have endured it for so many years, why can't you endure it for a few more days?"

"I……"

Mrs. Song wanted to say, it’s not just that you and your young couple are having spring supper every night, she can’t stand being alone and sleeping alone.

"Anyway, we have reconciled and I will not return to Song Mansion again."

With a stiff neck, Mrs. Song acted like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

Lu Yiran personally served a bowl of porridge to Mrs. Song. Lu Yiran slowly placed it in front of Mrs. Song and said, "I'm not asking you to go back to the Song Mansion. You can go live in another courtyard for a while first. When Feijie becomes an official, we can talk about it later." . You said that you returned to Lu Mansion right after you reconciled with Li. How many people are staring at my mansion. Are you afraid that others will not know that you are reconciled with Li? "

"I dont go……"

Mrs. Song moved into the Lu Mansion, firstly to seize power, and secondly to get close contact with Lu Yiran's men and choose a suitable husband from them.

Now that I live in another courtyard, there is no chance of contacting those generals whose wives have died.

But thinking about her son's future, Mrs. Song had to admit that Lu Yiran was right, and reluctantly moved to another courtyard after dinner.

After learning that Mrs. Song had moved away, Meng Wenyao quickly deployed several people in the other courtyard to constantly inquire about Mrs. Song's movements, hoping to find the lover as soon as possible.

Trying to recall her last life, Meng Wenyao vaguely remembered that Mrs. Song's lover seemed to be one of Governor Lu's subordinates. It was because of this relationship that Mr. Song did not know about their affairs.

Returning to the Meng Mansion, Meng Wenyao found General Meng and inquired carefully: "Father, among the generals under the Governor, are there any of them who have bad character, are more romantic, and have a mistress from another house?"

"Why are you asking this? Are you worried that they will lead the governor into trouble?"

General Meng raised his eyebrows, and then said with relief: "Don't worry, the Commander-in-Chief is not that kind of person. The Commander-in-Chief has very strict requirements on his subordinates. Anyone who is lustful will not follow the Commander-in-Chief."

Faced with General Meng's inspection, Meng Wenyao quickly explained: "That's not what I meant. The girls around me are all grown up. I want to choose some good families for them, so I asked my father."

"If you are choosing a husband for a girl, you should ask who has good character. How can you ask who has bad character?"

"Oh, father, shouldn't I inquire more carefully? Just tell me about those under the governor who are more likely to have unclear relationships with people?"

General Meng was so entangled by Meng Wenyao that he had no choice but to think about it several times before he said: "The governor's men are all old men who have been with the governor for many years. There are really no bad ones, but there are two or three dead wives." Yes, you can also find a mistress or something, but if you don’t have a wife, it’s understandable, isn’t it?”

When he heard that his wife was dead, Meng Wenyao's eyes widened and she urged: "Who is there? Tell me quickly."