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

After being fostered in the Meng Mansion for so many years, although everyone in the Meng Mansion treated Jiang Qinghe well, in her sensitive heart, she always felt that she was inferior and always gave way to Meng Wenyao.

Now she is about to give birth to the Lu family's first grandchild, and Meng Wenyao will no longer be able to compete with her.

Jiang Qinghe lowered his head and stroked his belly, and said softly: "My child, you have to work hard, my mother's face will depend on you from now on."

"Your face should depend on being your husband first."

A hearty voice came from outside the door. Song Feijie pushed the door open and said proudly: "The martial arts examination will be held soon. When my husband returns from the martial arts examination, my wife's face will be ruined."

Quickly walking over to help Song Feijie change clothes, Jiang Qinghe said smoothly: "To be honest, I have to wait until my husband adopts the name of the governor and I become the wife of the crown prince. That will be the real face."

"It's not something that happens sooner or later." Seinfeld said he was determined to win.

He was talking about Mrs. Song in the other courtyard, who had been flirting with General Cao for months, and her heart had long been filled with the wonderful life that was about to come.

The only thing she was worried about was that Song Feijie had not yet been adopted into the Lu family, so she had to hurry up. Although the nourishing herbs sent to the Lu family were fortified, the dosage was too small. Even if Meng Wenyao took them every day, she would not know whether they would last until the year of the monkey. Can eat bad health.

While confessing to the Bodhisattva, he comforted himself: "I gave the medicine not to prevent my brother from having children, but to prevent Meng Wenyao from getting pregnant. In the future, Feijie will be adopted by the Lu family. After a few years, I will give my brother a few more rooms." Concubine, as long as my brother is in good health, he can still have children. Gods, gods, Buddhas, fathers and mothers, you must not blame me."

After successfully brainwashing herself, Mrs. Song sent the top-quality blood swallow with a large amount of musk to the Lu Mansion.

On this day, Lu Yiran took Meng Wenyao out to worship Buddha. The housekeeper accepted the gift and sent it directly to the Song Mansion according to Meng Wenyao's previous instructions.

Jiang Qinghe, who had been eating white swallow for a few days, saw that blood swallow was delivered and quickly asked the kitchen to make it.

"I heard that blood swallows are extremely rare. Only so many of them are paid tribute to the palace every year. I'm afraid the ones sent here by the Lu family are also gifts from the emperor."

Looking at the blood swallows sent by the Lu Mansion, Jiang Qinghe felt that the world-shattering wealth was within reach.

"That's right, Mrs. Meng sent white swallows in the past few times. She must have hidden the blood swallows and wanted to eat them herself. This time, the governor probably knew about it and personally ordered it to be delivered."

Several maids talked to each other, and they didn't stop touting them until they brought the blood swallow porridge to Jiang Qinghe.

"Young lady, be careful if you burn it."

Under the service of the maid, Jiang Qinghe sipped the blood swallow porridge in small sips. She stroked her belly and said lovingly: "I heard that the concubines in the palace can only drink the blood swallow when they are pregnant."

"Yes, our young master will start drinking blood swallow now. At that time, he will be treated the same as the prince in the palace. In the future, when the young master inherits the title of governor, our young master may be able to go to the palace to accompany the prince. "

The maids all began to boast: "Yes, our young master will inherit the title of Marquis of the Governor, and the young master may be able to earn a prince back."

"That's for sure, our young master..."

"Ah!" Jiang Qinghe suddenly screamed.

Before the maid feeding the porridge could react, the maid standing further away had already seen the chair Jiang Qinghe was sitting on, with red liquid slowly flowing down.

"Go get the doctor!"

Following the doctor, in addition to Song Feijie who had just finished his martial arts training and went home to rest, there were also Meng Wenyao and Lu Yiran who had just arrived after praying and returning to the house.

"What's going on? Someone suddenly went to the Lu Mansion to ask for a doctor with my post?" Lu Yiran pulled Meng Wenyao and asked with a frown.

Looking at the clasped hands of Lu Yiran and Meng Wenyao, Song Feijie tried his best to concentrate on answering: "I don't know. I just came back from practicing martial arts in another courtyard, and my uncle and I came here one after another."

At this time, the doctor was late. The nanny in the inner room came out and whispered to the doctor for a long time. The doctor went in and checked the pulse. When he came out, he said regretfully: "I'm afraid your grandma has had a miscarriage."

"Are you sure it was a miscarriage and not a fetal movement?" Song Feijie asked again in disbelief.

Generally speaking, when a woman is pregnant, she will have some symptoms of fetal turbulence and redness. Even if you have no experience, you often hear about it.

This time, several people thought it was just a simple fetal movement or redness, but they never expected to have a miscarriage so quickly.

"It's definitely a miscarriage. Even the fetus has been delivered." The doctor felt very uncomfortable with no chance of treatment.

"No, it's impossible."

Song Feijie didn't believe that the child was gone like this. He looked around blankly. After discovering Lu Yiran, he seemed to have found a backbone. He immediately pulled Lu Yiran's sleeve and said: "Qinghe has always been in good health. He doesn't even have morning sickness. He has been taking various supplements these days. There is no interruption, the child cannot be lost like this, quack doctor, he is a quack doctor, uncle, please ask the imperial doctor to come over and treat him, maybe he can still save the child."

"Don't worry, I've already ordered someone to ask for the imperial doctor when he comes. He will be here soon."

Sure enough, it didn't take long. As soon as Lu Yiran finished speaking, the imperial doctor trotted over carrying the medicine box.

Song Feijie ignored the etiquette and carried the imperial doctor into the inner room by his collar.

But in an instant, the imperial doctor also regretfully announced: "This grandma has indeed had a miscarriage."

Disappointment and pain intertwined in Song Feijie's heart. He suddenly felt that he was like a joke in front of Meng Wenyao. It was because of this child that he married Jiang Qinghe. Now that the child was gone in the blink of an eye, everything he did was really just a joke.

Lu Yiran patted Song Feijie on the shoulder and, with silent comfort, planned to leave with Meng Wenyao.

At this time, a maid suddenly ran over and cried: "Sir, grandma was killed."

"Who?" Song Feijie's voice was hoarse and painful.

"It's the Governor's wife."

The maid stretched out her hand and pointed, and everyone looked at Meng Wenyao.

Lu Yiran took a step forward to stand in front of Meng Wenyao and angrily shouted: "Be careful, you are making unwarranted accusations against Madam Yipin. How many lives do you have?"

"My slave is not making groundless accusations." Although the maid was trembling with fear, she was still determined to avenge Jiang Qinghe.

"Today Mrs. Meng sent a blood swallow, and our grandma immediately had it cooked. Grandma had a miscarriage due to sudden abdominal pain after eating that blood swallow. Everyone saw it at the time."

Several other maids nodded, and they could all testify.

Song Feijie, who was still in pain and loss just now, looked at Meng Wenyao with splitting eyes, as if he wanted to kill her.

Completely blocking Song Feijie's gaze, Lu Yiran said coldly: "At the beginning of this year, the emperor only rewarded one of his officials, the Governor, for the blood swallow in the palace. At that time, the Governor took all of them to the Song Mansion and gave them to his sister. Now there is no one in the Lu Mansion. Blood Swallow, Madam, how can I take out the Blood Swallow and send it to your house?"