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

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding. Who would harm my mother-in-law?" Jiang Qinghe twisted the handkerchief, trying to dispel Governor Lu's idea of ​​investigating further.

"That's impossible to say, people's hearts are separated from each other!" Meng Wenyao said.

Suddenly she approached Jiang Qinghe again and said: "You also know that your mother-in-law and I are celebrating the holidays. Ever since I found out that someone was harming her, I have checked myself and everyone in the Meng family. There is no problem at all. From now on." I don’t want to get involved. It’s all your Song Mansion’s business anyway. Listen to me. You can go back and live your own life behind closed doors. I think this matter is most likely the fault of your father-in-law. Let you Mother-in-law just needs to check it out, we just watch the show."

After hearing that Meng Wenyao had done self-examination and self-correction and found no problems, Jiang Qinghe knew that she would definitely be found in the future. She seemed to be able to see herself being found out and both the person and the person taking the stolen goods.

She stood up unsteadily and said with a sad smile: "I'll go back and ask the people below first, so I won't disturb my aunt's rest."

The more guilty a person feels, the more they feel that what they do is full of loopholes. Even if others don't mean to do it, Jiang Qinghe will feel that the matter has been exposed with a casual glance.

She returned to the house tremblingly. She was completely submerged in fear. Song Feijie, who had just stepped into the door, saw Jiang Qinghe's distraught look and thought that she was reluctant to leave by herself. He comforted her: "You can live a good life in the capital, and you will be seven or eight in the long run." Years, as short as three to five years, I will definitely come back with success and fame."

These words could not appease Jiang Qinghe at all. She couldn't wait that long. She was afraid that Mrs. Song would catch Mr. Song before he left the capital.

With Mrs. Song's temperament, Jiang Qinghe felt that she might not be able to survive for more than a year.

She pulled Song Feijie's sleeve and begged: "Husband, please take me with you."

Frowning, Song Feijie retorted: "Qinghe, why are you so ignorant? It's not like I'm going to the frontier for romance, so how can I help you to build a successful career? Besides, it's just because I'm with you that my uncle lingers in the boudoir all day long and is delayed. I was asked to go to the frontier because of my future in martial arts, so be obedient and stay in the capital waiting for me to come back."

Once he heard that even Lu Yiran was opposed to her being with Song Feijie, and even blaming her for the failure of the martial arts competition, Jiang Qinghe felt that he was completely screwed this time. Without a backer, he would only be attacked by Mrs. Song a thousand times in the future. All torn to pieces.

Suddenly throwing herself into Song Feijie's arms, Jiang Qinghe hugged Song Feijie's waist tightly and cried: "But without a husband, how can I sleep at night? I want a husband, but I can't wait for three to five years. I can't wait for three to five years." I want to live like a widow.”

The sadder she cried, the colder Song Feijie's expression became. Ever since Jiang Qinghe had an affair with him without a matchmaker, he felt that Jiang Qinghe was a little too dissolute.

Now that he is going to the frontier, he is not worried about Jiang Qinghe being lonely and causing some romantic affairs.

He persuaded himself in his mind for several days. Jiang Qinghe was a promiscuous person in the past, but maybe he would stay on his own terms in the future? Firstly, Jiang Qinghe is already married, and secondly, not everyone can touch Song Feijie's woman. Thinking about this, I feel a little relieved.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Qinghe said today that she was afraid that she would be lonely in spring and could not bear the pain.

Song Feijie's heart had turned from coldness to anger, and he wanted to put a chastity belt on Jiang Qinghe directly.

"You think you can't hold on?"

This cold voice made Jiang Qinghe suddenly realize what he had said, and hurriedly explained: "No, husband, I didn't mean that. I just wanted my husband to take me away, so I said that on purpose. If your husband doesn't want to take me away, , after my husband leaves, I will move to Anran to live with my mother-in-law, and I will never do anything to disgrace my husband."

Seeing that Song Feijie's expression had softened a lot, Jiang Qinghe coaxed him nicely for a long time before finally coaxing Song Feijie.

Although she comforted Song Feijie, she could not pass Mrs. Song's test no matter what. As long as Song Feijie left, Mrs. Song would definitely not let her go.

She must escape from the Song Mansion and not fall into the hands of Mrs. Song. The only person in the world who can help him is probably Meng Wenshan.

Meng Wenyao, who was leisurely eating snacks in the Lu Mansion, saw Jasmine being brought in after being dressed up in disguise. She thought that Jiang Qinghe must have started to live again, so she smiled and said, "What happened again?"

Jasmine took out a letter and handed it to Meng Wenyao.

Meng Wenyao shook her head when she saw the envelope. She knew that Jiang Qinghe would hook up with Meng Wenshan. Why didn't Song Feijie leave yet? She couldn't wait. She really didn't leave any suspense at all.

After opening the letter, Meng Wenyao was shocked. She always thought that Jiang Qinghe wanted to maintain an affair with Meng Wenshan, but she never expected that Jiang Qinghe would directly ask Meng Wenshan to elope with her.

The letter also described in detail the situation in which she was occupied by Song Feijie, which was both infuriating and tear-jerking. If the upright Meng Wenshan saw this, he might actually slap his forehead and run away with Jiang Qinghe.

"It's so shameless."

Jasmine, who had never seen Meng Wenyao lose his temper before, asked, "What did the letter say? Is there anything detrimental to the eldest young master?"

Putting the letter on the candle and burning it, Meng Wenyao said sarcastically: "Jiang Qinghe asked my brother to meet at the back of Faxi Temple in the suburbs of Beijing the day after tomorrow. When will Song Feijie leave for the border?"

"It's the beginning of the day after tomorrow," Jasmine replied.

"It really saves time. I send my husband off first and then make an appointment with someone else."

After watching the letter being burned, Jasmine felt relieved and asked, "Is it okay if we don't tell the eldest son?"

"It's okay this time, but what about next time? Jiang Qinghe has made up his mind to rely on my brother now. He can always find opportunities. Why not take advantage of this opportunity and find a way to solve it once and for all."

Jasmine asked nervously: "What should we do?"

"You go back and tell Jiang Qinghe that the eldest son will arrive on time that day, and I will arrange other things."

Lying on the imperial concubine's bed with her eyes closed, Meng Wenyao began to plan this matter. Now that Song Feijie had never known about Mrs. Song's illness or that Mrs. Song had been poisoned, it seemed that he was going to make arrangements.

Among the few servants surrounding Song Feijie, Ma Le was the most favored but also had the worst conduct. Meng Wenyao decided to use him.

In the evening, Lu Yiran returned home, and Meng Wenyao asked: "Captain, I heard that Mr. Song will leave for the frontier the day after tomorrow. Do you want to take a day off the day after tomorrow to see him off?"

After changing his clothes and cleaning his hands, Lu Yiran put his arms around Meng Wenyao and said, "I don't like the sadness of parting the most. I won't see him off tomorrow. I can just treat him to a drink tomorrow."

"That's it~" As she said that, Meng Wenyao curled her lips and suddenly felt aggrieved.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yiran asked softly.