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

Song Feijie, who returned to the Song Mansion, recalled what happened today, and kicked the tree next to him in shame and anger. As expected, he still couldn't use his strength.

At this time, he already understood that this must be someone's fault. He couldn't just bear it without shame. He wanted to tell his uncle and let him find out the person behind it.

In Lu Yiran's study, Song Feijie angrily told his story and waited for Lu Yiran to support him.

After listening to it for a long time, Lu Yiran had only one thought. Even if his nephew's martial arts skills were poor and his brain was almost useless, he would use such a ridiculous excuse.

Considering that Song Feijie was furious, Lu Yiran couldn't just pour cold water on him. He thought about how to comfort Song Feijie.

Suddenly, Lu Yiran turned around, drew out the sword hanging next to him, and slashed at Song Feijie.

Song Feijie quickly dodged sideways and blocked Lu Yiran's sword with his own sword.

He said confusedly: "Uncle, why are you?"

Putting away his sword, Lu Yiran said helplessly: "Feijie, you were quick to dodge just now, and you were very powerful when you resisted. There are no signs of being drugged."

At this time, Song Feijie realized that the incident just now was just Lu Yiran's test, and the result of the test was that he was lying.

There was a moment of embarrassment on his face, but Song Feijie's own feeling was correct. He still insisted: "Uncle, I didn't lie. My competition was the second one this morning. It's already evening. After such a long time, the medicine has no effect." It’s time to pass.”

"So there is no evidence that you were actually drugged?"

Lu Yiran glanced at Song Feijie coolly and said speechlessly: "There is no way to verify this matter. If we continue to investigate, it will only make people laugh. Since the martial arts competition is over and you have nothing to do in the capital, pack up and set off for Youyou in a few days." Zhou, guard the border well and strive for more military exploits, so that I can be in a position to promote you in the future."

Hearing that Lu Yiran asked him to guard the border, Song Feijie suddenly raised his head and looked at Lu Yiran in disbelief. Was his uncle going to send him to the border?

Because he failed in the martial arts examination? Or is he just a nephew who doesn’t need to be taken around to train him personally?

Unknowingly, Seinfeld's eyes became wet.

Lu Yiran, who was still talking about something, looked at Song Feijie, whose expression suddenly changed. He finally softened his tone and said seriously: "Parents love their children for far-reaching purposes. I have always treated you as my own child. This is the arrangement." It’s also for your long-term plans.

Uncle, I also started guarding the border and got to where I am today. When you go to the border, as long as you work hard and have uncle around, your future promotion path will only be smoother than mine was at that time. "

There was no room for negotiation in and out of these words. Song Feijie could only hold back tears and nodded, but in his heart he firmly believed that he had been exiled by Lu Yiran.

After leaving the Lu Mansion, Song Feijie looked around blankly and found that the capital city had no place for him. His parents had divorced, his mother had lived in a nunnery for a long time, and his father had always lived in a flower building.

He, a little governor who was famous in the capital, had become a complete joke starting from today.

After wandering around for a long time, with nowhere to go, Song Feijie had no choice but to go back to his house and get drunk to forget the pain.

Early the next morning, Meng Wenyao was woken up by a burst of crying while still sleeping. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "Is someone dead?"

The maid hurriedly stepped forward to serve Meng Wenyao as she stood up, and whispered: "The Song family's eldest grandma came here early in the morning to see you, but we stopped her and refused to let her see you. No, she's crying now."

Perhaps knowing something, Meng Wenyao dressed up quickly and invited Jiang Qinghe in.

Jiang Qinghe came in choked with sobs and kept wiping her tears, waiting for Meng Wenyao to take the initiative to ask her.

Unexpectedly, Meng Wenyao seemed to have not seen it at all and ate the bird's nest porridge slowly. Finally, Jiang Qinghe couldn't resist it and opened his mouth first.

"Last night, the young master drank when he got back and got very drunk. I heard from his intermittent words that the governor seemed to want him to guard the border."

Having said this, Jiang Qinghe wiped his tears with his handkerchief again and choked up: "I don't mean anything else. I shouldn't talk too much about men's matters. It's just that once the young master leaves, my father-in-law and I are the only ones in the house. It's really easy." Cause gossip..."

Putting down the spoon in his hand, Meng Wenyao suddenly realized: "That's right, how about you also go to the border?"

Jiang Qinghe was so shocked that he forgot to cry and stammered: "Bianguan is bitterly cold. I haven't been out of confinement yet. How can I go with you? Will I still be alive to come back?"

"It's okay. I'll go tell the governor and ask Mr. Song to wait until you are out of confinement before setting off. You can't let Mr. Song go to the border alone. It's pitiful for you and your young couple to be separated in the next few years."

Now Jiang Qinghe couldn't cry anymore. She didn't really want to run to the border with Song Feijie to accept the test of fate regardless of life or death.

She came here today in the hope that the governor would take back his orders and arrange a position for Song Feijie in the capital. Under Lu Yiran's care, the promotion would not be a matter of blink of an eye.

Although Lu Yiran will have a child of his own soon, it will be more than ten years before the child can do anything. As long as Seinfeld can establish a foothold within more than ten years, he will not worry about having great power in the future.

If Song Feijie is really sent to the frontier by Lu Yiran, there will really be no place for him when he returns to the capital in the future.

"That's not what I meant," Jiang Qinghe quickly explained, ignoring the tears on his face: "I was thinking that with my uncle here, there has been nothing at the border for many years. Even if the young master went to the border, he would rarely have the opportunity to practice. It’s better to stay with the governor and learn more skills.”

"That's what you said, but the governor doesn't think so. He thinks Mr. Song would be better off going to the border to gain experience. After all, Mr. Song has been with the governor for almost 20 years, and he doesn't see much potential now."

After speaking, Meng Wenyao ignored Jiang Qinghe's embarrassed look and continued to eat porridge.

Only then did Jiang Qinghe realize that she was here to ask for help, and she began to feel aggrieved as she had to keep a low profile.

"Yao'er, we grew up together. I have treated you as my sister since I was a child. I have never asked you for anything, but now I am begging you. You go tell the governor and let the young master stay."

Meng Wenyao sneered in her heart. When she snatched her fiancé, why didn't she think that the two of them were as close as sisters? Now that she is asking for help, her words are nice.

Isn't it just acting? It seems like no one can do it.

Having lost his appetite after being stirred up, Meng Wenyao put down the spoon completely and asked: "Is it your idea to stay, or does Young Master Song also think so?"

"Although I didn't ask the young master, but I saw the young master in such a drunk state yesterday, I don't want to go there."