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

Shaking Meng Wenyao's hand to express comfort, Lu Yiran continued: "The Blood Swallow belongs to your Song Dynasty. Could it be that you are not serving your grandma properly? You are spitting blood and biting randomly here. You are the legal capital of the country." It’s just a decoration.”

As Lu Yiran's volume increased, the maids were so frightened that they all knelt down. Even Song Feijie turned his murderous eyes to several maids.

At the moment of life and death, a maid said desperately: "The slaves did not lie. Today's blood swallow was sent by the housekeeper of the Lu family, and she said that it was delivered by Mrs. Meng herself."

Speaking of this, Meng Wenyao suddenly thought that she had told the housekeeper before that all things sent from other courtyards should be forwarded directly to the Song Mansion.

This portion of blood swallow was most likely sent over by Mrs. Song from another hospital.

"This governor went to worship Buddha with his wife early this morning. When did he give this order?"

As soon as Lu Yiran finished speaking, Mrs. Song arrived late after the tryst.

"What's going on here?"

Mrs. Song's face was rosy and her voice was lazy and hoarse. Seeing that everyone ignored her, she continued to ask: "I heard that a doctor was invited, but Qing He is unwell?"

At this time, Meng Wenyao, who had been standing behind Lu Yiran, walked out and asked with a smile: "Sister, did you send the blood swallow to the Lu mansion today?"

"Yes, at the beginning of the year, the governor gave me all the blood swallows. At that time, there were no female relatives in the Lu family, so I took them. Now that the governor has married you, how can I monopolize such good blood swallows? I just took the rest. They were all sent to you."

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Mrs. Song, some were confused and some were surprised.

Song Feijie said in disbelief: "Why did the Blood Swallow appear in the Song Mansion?"

"Oh, well, I see that Qinghe is pregnant and needs supplements. I told the housekeeper a few days ago that from now on the supplements sent by my sister can be sent directly to the Song Mansion."

As soon as Meng Wenyao finished speaking, Lu Yiran added: "Madam also told me about this matter. We have been in the temple today, and it is true that we have not heard anything about the blood swallow."

At this time, Mrs. Song finally came to her senses and said in a sharp voice: "Did you send the blood swallow to Qinghe?"

"Where's Qinghe? How is she? Did she have a miscarriage? My grandson..."

After saying that, Mrs. Song was suddenly stunned, as if she had revealed some secret.

"So, what is added to the blood swallow, and what do you want to do to Yao'er?"

This time, Lu Yiran's eyes were splitting, and his fisted hand creaked. If it hadn't been for his own sister, he could have stabbed her directly with a sword.

"I, no, listen to me..."

Mrs. Song still wanted to quibble, but how could Meng Wenyao give her a chance? She asked Mrs. Song angrily with a pale face: "Sister, why do you do this to me? Why don't you want the governor to have children?"

Without giving Mrs. Song a chance to speak again, Meng Wenyao fainted.

Lu Yiran caught it immediately and shouted: "Diagnose your pulse quickly."

The ready-made doctors and imperial physicians happened to be there, and they immediately stepped forward and began to diagnose the pulse.

Mrs. Song, who was dumbfounded, kept muttering: "It's not that I don't want my brother to have children, I just don't want you to have children..."

It was a pity that Lu Yiran had no intention of listening to what she said. He hugged Meng Wenyao nervously and said anxiously: "How are you? Are you scared or shocked?"

After taking turns to diagnose the pulse, the imperial physician and the doctor looked at each other and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the Commander-in-Chief, congratulations to the Commander-in-Chief, Madam is happy."

"What?! I have a child?" Lu Yiran couldn't help but ask again.

"Exactly, Commander, my wife is more than one month pregnant."

Carefully holding Meng Wenyao, Lu Yiran seemed to be holding a fragile baby, step by step out of Song Mansion, and then walked to Lu Mansion.

The guard carefully reminded from behind: "Captain, there is still a long way to go back to the mansion. Why don't you hold my wife and sit on the carriage."

"The carriage is too rocking and will disturb the lady."

In this way, Lu Yiran carried Meng Wenyao back to the Lu Mansion. Meng Wenyao, who was still pretending to be faint, fell asleep unknowingly in Lu Yiran's warm embrace.

Song Feijie in the Song Mansion looked at Mrs. Song who was lying limply on the ground and wanted to strangle her to death: "Mother, why did you do this?"

"I'm not here for you. When your uncle has a child, he won't adopt you. My son... wuwu..."

Song Feijie didn't expect Mrs. Song to think so. He looked around blankly, not knowing where to go in life. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

"My son, where did you fall?"

Suddenly, the Song Mansion was in chaos.

The next day, Meng Wenyao, who had just woken up, saw Lu Yiran tilting his head to look at her, and asked in surprise: "Husband, you are not allowed to bathe today?"

Without answering, Lu Yiran hugged Meng Wenyao tightly in his arms and asked in a sweet voice, "Are you still sleepy? Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"I'm hungry." Meng Wenyao replied lazily.

"Okay, let's get up and eat first, Yao'er."

Meng Wenyao poked a little head out of Lu Yiran's arms and said with a smile: "Captain, are you possessed by a monster? Why are you so gentle?"

"Then will this governor be like this from now on?"

After thinking for a while, Meng Wenyao shook his head and said, "No, you are the world-famous Commander-in-Chief of the Five Armies. If you speak so gently, no one will be afraid of you in the future."

"As a husband, naturally I will only be gentle to Yao'er."

After helping Meng Wenyao get dressed, Lu Yiran bent down to help Meng Wenyao put on her shoes.

"Husband, am I seriously ill and going to die? Are you so kind to me?"

Holding the hand of Meng Wenyao's little foot, Lu Yiran shook his head and said with a smile: "Silly Yao'er, what are you thinking about? I am so kind to my wife, do you still need to find reasons?"

After putting on his shoes, Lu Yiran and Meng Wenyao pressed their foreheads against each other for a while, then said happily: "It's our Yao'er who has a baby in her belly."

"Really?!" Meng Wenyao jumped up in surprise.

Seeing Meng Wenyao like this, Lu Yiran was so frightened that he quickly pushed Meng Wenyao back into his arms and threatened: "Don't jump around, otherwise I will punish you..."

Meng Wenyao smiled guiltily and said: "Captain, I said that praying to the Bodhisattva more often will help. Look, now our blessing has come. I have to pay my vows another day, otherwise the Bodhisattva will blame me."

"You are just pregnant now and cannot go out in a carriage. We Yao'er are blessed. Since the Bodhisattva has given this child to us, he will not care about Yao'er being two days late in returning his wish."

"Yes, thanks to the blessing of Bodhisattva, otherwise our child..."

Suddenly thinking of what happened last night, Meng Wenyao was touching her belly. The joy on her face slowly turned into fear. She raised her face and choked with sobs: "Sister, why did she send such a blood swallow to me? Does she know?" I know that if I eat you, the Governor will have no children, but in my sister’s eyes, as long as Mr. Song can inherit your title, it doesn’t matter whether you have children or not!”