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

Chapter 369 The Governor’s Soft Wife 17

General Meng frowned and said angrily: "You are choosing a husband for your girl. Why are you looking for a widower whose wife died? What are you asking about?"

Taking a step forward, Meng Wenyao stared at General Meng's face and said, "Father, you can't be the one looking for a mistress after your wife dies."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

General Meng, like a rooster with fried feathers, immediately retorted: "It's obviously your Uncle Hu, Uncle Cao, and Uncle Li."

Meng Wenyao has seen all of these men. Since they are all in the courting stage, the possibility of hooking up with Mrs. Song is much greater.

After returning to the house with satisfaction, Meng Wenyao found a few more people to keep an eye on the widowers.

Within a few days, people from other courtyards came and went to report.

"Madam, Mrs. Song has been very worried about Mr. Song's martial arts during these days in the other courtyard. She asked several generals under the governor to teach Mr. Song to practice martial arts in private."

"Oh," Meng Wenyao suddenly became interested and asked, "Which generals have you invited to teach Mr. Song?"

"General Hu, General Wei, General Shi, General Cao and General Li."

Is it such a coincidence? Meng Wenyao smiled knowingly and said: "Go back and make some inquiries to see which general Madam values ​​​​the most."

Many days passed in the blink of an eye, and it had been more than a month since Meng Wenyao took the fertility pill. On this day, she pulled Lu Yiran and said with joy: "Captain, since we came back from Youzhou, we have been in the same room for more than two months, and now I am There is no movement at all. When you are free, how about taking me to the temple to ask for a child?"

Lu Yiran, who was smiling, heard clearly what Meng Wenyao said, and his face gradually turned ugly, as if he was holding back some kind of pain. He hugged Meng Wenyao tightly, almost strangling Meng Wenyao to death in his arms.

"Yao'er, I'm not in good health. Before I met you, I couldn't even have sex. If you can't get pregnant, it's all my fault. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

"It's all my fault, which makes you unable to have children in this life."

The choking voice made Meng Wenyao stiffen. She felt warm liquid flowing into her neck. She couldn't help but comfort her: "I heard that the incense in Faxi Temple is the most effective. Let's go and pray once, just in case the Bodhisattva Has the spirit appeared?"

Unable to bear to dampen Meng Wenyao's enthusiasm, Lu Yiran showed a smile that was uglier than crying and said softly: "Okay, let's go tomorrow."

"Great, husband, do you remember that old man with a white beard? He said we would have children. If we have children, would husband be happy?"

The cheerful words and bright smile also infected Lu Yiran. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Of course, I have always dreamed of having a child of my own."

"But……"

Meng Wenyao pursed her lips and asked, "If we have a son, will the governor adopt Young Master Song?"

Although when they first started having sex, Lu Yiran still felt confident that he would have a child soon, but as time went by, Meng Wenyao remained silent, and Lu Yiran also understood in his heart that he had hope of having a child. , I’m afraid it’s a bit slim.

Seeing Meng Wenyao's embarrassed look now, even though he knew that the possibility of having a child was very low, he still persuaded him: "If we have a son, we will naturally not adopt anyone else."

"Then if that's the case, sister won't be angry, right? She always wanted Mr. Song to inherit the title and family business of the governor?"

Pinching Meng Wenyao's nose, Lu Yiran was surprised that Meng Wenyao would think so. He smiled and said: "If we have a son, the title and family property will naturally be left to our son, and Feijie, I will not Regardless of him, with me as my uncle here, he will definitely have a prosperous official career in this life.

As for my sister, you don’t have to worry. She wants me to have a son of her own more than anyone else. When we have our own son, it’s too late for my sister to be happy. How can she be unhappy? What are you thinking in your little head? ? "

Hearing Lu Yiran's innocent words, Meng Wenyao couldn't help laughing. She was waiting to see how happy Mrs. Song would be when she was pregnant. It was best not to surprise Lu Yiran.

The next day, Lu Yiran took Meng Wenyao to the temple to beg for a son. Meng Wenyao deliberately leaked the news to Mrs. Song in another temple.

Sure enough, when the two came back from asking for their son, Mrs. Song, whom they hadn't seen for many days, was already waiting in the main hall.

Knowing that Mrs. Song had wronged Meng Wenyao every time, Lu Yi decided to let Meng Wenyao go back to rest, and he personally went to send Mrs. Song away.

"Why is sister here free?"

Regarding Lu Yiran's matter, Mrs. Song and everyone had the same idea, that is, it was impossible for Lu Yiran to give birth to a child.

When Lu Yiran came back from the border, the emperor wanted to issue a decree to grant a marriage. In order not to commit the crime of deceiving the emperor, Lu Yiran directly admitted in the morning that he could not pass on heirs.

Even all the doctors from the Imperial Hospital have been treating him for many years, but they still haven't achieved half the results.

Now, just over a month after getting married, Lu Yiran has begun to worship Buddha and ask for a child. Mrs. Song doesn't know whether Lu Yiran is in good health or has begun to daydream.

She asked: "I heard that you went to ask for a child?"

Understanding Mrs. Song's concern, Lu Yiran didn't want everyone to have too many expectations, so he pretended to be relaxed and said: "No, I just went to the temple to offer incense. There is no need to ask for a child."

Mrs. Song was a little unhappy when she said this. How could they, the siblings, not speak directly when they had something to say? They needed to be so secretive, unless Meng Wenyao was causing trouble and making a fuss about the heirs.

She said straightforwardly: "That's right, the imperial doctor said that you will never have a child in this life, and worshiping the Bodhisattva is useless."

"Brother, you are not like my sister. People nowadays can do anything. There was an incident in Beijing some time ago. It was said that there was a man. His wife gave birth to several children, but none of them were his.

It is absolutely certain that you cannot have children. If this Meng has other thoughts and cuckolds you, don't be the one who takes advantage of her! "

Lu Yiran, who was still immersed in the deep love between brother and sister, heard these words and almost couldn't hold back his anger and stabbed Mrs. Song with a knife.

He said with a dark face: "I don't need my sister to worry about the things in my room."

Mrs. Song didn't seem to know how to look at her. She pulled Lu Lu and continued resolutely: "This is not just a matter in your room, it is also the incense inheritance of our Lu family. I think you should adopt Feijie as soon as possible, lest the Meng family touches other things." You will regret it when the time comes."

Looking at Mrs. Song with an anxious expression on her face, opening and closing her sleeves while talking, Lu Yiran no longer knew whether this sister really cared about him, or whether she only cared about the title and family fortune.

"Sister, what if I have a child?"

"That's impossible!"

The two siblings looked at each other as if they were strangers, especially Mrs. Song, who felt that Lu Yiran's daydream was too exaggerated.

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