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

"Mantai Hospital said you can't have children." Mrs. Song repeated again, trying to prove that this was not her family's opinion.

"Ha~ha~" Lu Yiran sneered twice and said with a wry smile: "Can't I get better?"

In the past, he couldn't even get a house, but now he can enjoy all the pleasures of fish and water, right?

Mrs. Song's words reminded him that instead of worshiping the Bodhisattva, it would be better to see the imperial doctor. If the situation improves, he is still likely to have a child of his own.

"Come here, please ask the imperial doctor to come over tomorrow."

After saying that, he walked heavily to the backyard, ignoring the stunned Mrs. Song.

When he walked to the door of the room, Lu Yiran slowed down. Suddenly he was a little afraid to see Meng Wenyao. He was afraid that the imperial doctor would come tomorrow and announce that he really could not have children in this life.

Hesitantly stepped across the threshold, and saw nannies coming over one after another carrying ice bowls to complain.

"Captain, it's not that this old slave is too talkative, but my wife doesn't know how to take care of herself. As soon as she returned to the room, she clamored for an ice bowl."

"Oh, I'm tired after being outside all day, and the weather is also hot. Can't you just have an ice bowl, madam?"

Seeing Lu Yiran and Meng Wenyao breathing out from the same nostril, Grandma laughed angrily and said helplessly: "Captain, you don't know that women are not allowed to eat ice when they are young."

"But I didn't come to have a little time~"

Meng Wenyao, who was sitting in the back room, made a mischievous face at her grandma.

"Calculating the days, it's time to come. Maybe my wife has just gotten married, so she may be two days late. Anyway, no matter whether she comes or not, she can't eat in the past few days."

Mammy's unintentional words shocked Lu Yiran, and he asked nervously: "Mammy, are you late for your little day, madam?"

"Yes," Mammy lowered her head and clasped her fingers and muttered, "I'm two or three days late. Our lady is in good health and her schedule is always accurate. Maybe she will come tomorrow."

Lu Yiran couldn't hear anything anymore. He strode into the inner room, held Meng Wenyao and sat on his lap, and asked affectionately: "You have worshiped so many Bodhisattvas today, are you tired?"

As he spoke, he helped Meng Wenyao rub her legs, and while doing so, he joked: "When people pray to Buddha to ask for a child, they only ask for a son-giving Guanyin. How can there be someone like you? All the Bodhisattvas in the temple ask you to ask for it over and over again." .”

Sitting relaxedly in Lu Yiran's arms, Meng Wenyao said feebly: "There is no way. There are too many people begging Guanyin to send their children. What if the Bodhisattva is busy and cannot hear my prayers? I can only send other Bodhisattvas Pray once and for all so that they can have time to send a message to Guanyin."

"Am I smart?"

There seemed to be stars shining in the curved eyebrows, and Lu Yiran couldn't help but kiss her.

"Silly girl, Bodhisattva will surely hear you."

The next day, Lu Yiran did not go to court, but invited several imperial doctors to come and check his pulse.

After taking the pulse one by one, all the doctors showed surprise on their faces, and one old doctor asked with trembling hands to take the pulse again.

"how?"

Mrs. Song, who came over early in the morning, was even more worried than Lu Yiran. Her nervous palms were sweating. She wanted Lu Yiran to have children and inherit the Lu family's legacy.

She also wanted her son to inherit the title of the Lu family. She was anxious and conflicted, and her anxiety was palpable.

"Judging from the pulse condition, the Governor's health seems to be better than in previous years. As for whether he can have children, it is not yet completely certain."

The eldest doctor made the final decision. As an old man, the old doctor knew that nothing could be said too fully. If the sign was ruined, his reputation would be ruined for the rest of his life.

Besides, just from taking his pulse, he really couldn't be sure whether Lu Yiran could have a child.

Lu Yiran was fully prepared for this answer, and he could accept it no matter how disappointed he was.

"I also asked the imperial doctor to take a look at my wife. She has been feeling quite tired recently."

Meng Wenyao stretched out his hand, and after the imperial doctor checked his pulse, he didn't even ask if Meng Wenyao was late during his childhood, and just concluded: "Madam, your qi and blood are congested, just drink some decoction to regulate it."

Congestion of qi and blood means that she is pregnant and her period has not come. However, she has only been pregnant for a few days, so it is understandable that the imperial doctor cannot determine her pulse.

The imperial doctor was prescribing medicine at the side. Lu Yiran held Meng Wenyao's hand as if no one else was watching and comforted her silently, which made Meng Wenyao feel warm in her heart.

After listening to the imperial doctor's instructions, Mrs. Song's heart finally fell. She said worriedly: "Doctor, do you want to prescribe some medicine for the governor? If the governor can be well this time, his parents can also feel at ease under Jiuquan. ,God bless!"

As Mrs. Song spoke, she clasped her hands together and started reciting scriptures against the wall, as if she sincerely hoped that Buddha would bless Lu Yiran's health.

However, after what happened yesterday, Lu Yiran was already a little numb when he saw it all. He waved his hand and said: "I have been taking medicine for many years but it has no effect, so let nature take its course."

After the pulse diagnosis was over, everyone dispersed. Mrs. Song pulled Lu Lu and said resolutely: "Brother, don't feel bad. I think Meng is a lucky person. Maybe she can give you a son and a half."

"Really?" Lu Yiran answered calmly.

"Sister, from now on, I will go back to read sutras and pray for you every day. The Buddha will definitely bless you."

Mrs. Song's sincere words did not move Lu Yiran. He played with the sword spike in his hand and said with a hint of ridicule: "I heard that my sister has hired several tutors for a few days and personally urged Fei Jie to practice martial arts. The martial arts examination is coming soon, so instead of focusing on meditating on scriptures, sister, it is better to teach Fei Jie well and come back with a martial arts championship in the future."

"Feijie's talent is still a bit lacking. It would be great if I can win the exam. I'm not that ambitious."

"Not so ambitious?" Lu Yiran didn't believe it.

"My most capable generals were all invited by my sister to teach Feijie. With so much effort, isn't it because my sister is aiming for the top spot in martial arts?"

Speaking of this, Mrs. Song blushed a little. One of the reasons was to ask the general to teach Song Feijie. More importantly, she wanted to get close to those widowers. She wanted to personally select a suitable husband.

Now when it comes to this topic, she thinks that Lu Yiran will know sooner or later, so why not take this opportunity to speak out and let Lu Yiran help see how the person she chooses is doing.

"Sister, you are just doing your best to obey fate. I asked a few generals to come over, but it will delay your business. If it delays you, just let them go back. It's just General Cao. I think he is very good, and I ask him to stay a little longer."

After saying a few words, Mrs. Song's face was as red as a cooked shrimp, and the handkerchief in her hand was almost broken. She avoided looking at Lu Yiran.

Mrs. Song, who had always been arrogant, suddenly became like this. Lu Yiran instantly knew what Mrs. Song had planned.

He smiled and said, "Sister, does he have a crush on General Cao?"