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

Leaning softly in Lu Yiran's arms, Meng Wenyao counted on her fingers: "Since the last time I went to fulfill my wish, I haven't returned to my parents' home for a long time. My husband is not letting me go anywhere. I am in the house." I’m so depressed. I heard that my brother will have a blind date the day after tomorrow, and I was thinking of asking the governor to send me back to my parents’ home. It turns out that you don’t plan to ask for leave at all.”

Lu Yiran gently patted Meng Wenyao on the back and apologized quickly: "I am too busy these days and have neglected Yao'er. As you know, there are too many officials to be awarded after the martial arts examination, and many official positions have to be transferred. I hope Madam understands.”

After speaking, Lu Yiran bowed deeply, making Meng Wenyao smile with joy.

He continued: "How about I take leave the next day and accompany my wife to go back to my parents' home, and discuss it with my brother-in-law and ask him where he wants to work?"

"I listen to my husband." Meng Wenyao said with a smile.

"Really? It's been three months now, and the imperial doctor said we can have sex. How about..."

Lu Yiran's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and finally he picked up Meng Wenyao and walked to the bed.

In a blink of an eye, the day came when Song Feijie left Beijing. Jiang Qinghe started packing early in the morning. He took the knee pads and socks he made for Song Feijie and sent them all the way to Changting outside the city.

"The mountains are high and the rivers are far, so you must take care of yourself all the way. I am in the capital day and night, chanting sutras and praying for my husband, and wishing him a safe return."

After saying that, Jiang Qinghe bowed Yingying, tears already falling heavily.

This frail look made Song Feijie feel so affectionate, and the doubts in his heart were reduced a lot.

He explained in a gentle voice: "After I leave Beijing, you and your mother will live a good life. My mother is old and in poor health. You must serve her well. If you have any questions, please send me a message."

"Don't worry, husband, I have packed my things. When my husband leaves, I will go to the villa to find my mother-in-law. From now on, I will live behind closed doors with my mother-in-law. Please don't worry, husband."

Looking at the carriage pulled by Jiang Qinghe, there were indeed many daily necessities. Knowing that Jiang Qinghe was seriously planning to live with Mrs. Song in the villa, Song Feijie felt relieved and explained again: "I am worried that my mother will miss me when I leave Beijing this time, so I dare not I'll say goodbye to her in person, and I'll rely on you to take more care of my mother from now on."

After the couple said goodbye, Song Feijie rode away and ran all the way to Youzhou.

After walking less than ten miles, Song Feijie could no longer suppress the aggrieved feeling in his heart. He pulled on the reins and looked back at the capital that was getting further away.

The accompanying guards and servants all had the same thoughts as Song Feijie. No one wanted to go to a foreign country so far away, and they all looked nostalgic.

At this time, the young man Ma Leda stepped forward and suggested: "Young master, we are leaving Beijing this time and we won't be able to come back for who knows how many years. You'd better go see the madam so that she won't miss you."

Song Feijie lowered his head, hesitating in his heart. What if he could no longer leave Beijing after meeting Mrs. Song?

"Sir, if you don't do it for yourself, you should also consider it for my grandma. The miscarriage of my grandma before was partly related to my wife. Now that the two of them live directly together, it is inevitable that they will have some grudges. Why don't you go over and make peace with them and let them If we get along well in the future, you'll have less to worry about at the border, right?"

The hesitant Seinfeld was already a little shaken.

Ma Le, who was persuading from the side, saw that Song Feijie was silent and was about to tell the news about Jiang Qinghe's private meeting he heard last night, when he saw Song Feijie, who had his head lowered, suddenly raised his head, turned his horse's head and ran towards the other village.

Seeing this, Ma Le raised the corner of his mouth. Although someone told him last night to lure Song Feijie to another village, he was still a little worried about telling Jiang Qinghe's private meeting. What if he wrongly accused the eldest grandma? Not to be beaten to death by the young master.

Now that he was fine, he didn't say anything, and the young master went straight to the other village.

The group of people rushed to the villa at lightning speed. When they arrived at the villa, Song Feijie dismounted and asked, "Is grandma here?"

The people from the other village looked confused and replied: "I didn't see grandma coming here!"

Turning back, Song Feijie looked across the mainland and muttered in his heart: "That shouldn't be the case. According to his footsteps, Jiang Qinghe should have arrived long ago."

"Come on, please greet grandma on the way."

After saying that, he strode into the villa and knelt down to say goodbye to Mrs. Song.

"My son has been gone for a long time. Mother, please don't worry. Your son has already achieved military exploits and will come back with great success to show your face to the old man."

Mrs. Song, who knew that Song Feijie had failed in the martial arts examination, knew that going to the border to join the army was a long-term solution, no matter how reluctant she was. She should support this decision.

"Mother understands. You work well at the border and mother is waiting for you to come back."

The mother and son hugged each other and cried for a while, and made some other explanations, but Jiang Qinghe still didn't come over.

Seeing that the sun was getting brighter, Song Feijie had to start his journey. He finally said: "Mother, Qinghe is alone in the Song Mansion. I am a little worried. I will let her move to a villa to live with you in the future. You and her should get along well. Don’t let your son worry.”

Hearing Song Feijie's explanation, Mrs. Song's expression instantly twisted. She was just waiting for Song Feijie to leave and take care of Jiang Qinghe, but she didn't expect that bitch to live in a villa.

Is this because she is sizing her up and not taking action? That Jiang Qinghe really underestimated her.

Seeing that Mrs. Song's face seemed to be angry, Song Feijie seemed puzzled. Even if Jiang Qinghe and Mrs. Song had a bad relationship, Jiang Qinghe should be the one who was angry. Why was Mrs. Song so angry?

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time, so he had to set off first and led the horse to the gate of the Villa. Song Feijie asked: "Have the spies come back? Where is the grandma?"

"Back to the young master, I rode fast all the way from the villa to Changting. I didn't see any sign of a carriage at all."

After saying that, the guard lowered his head behind the horse, as if he didn't dare to say anything else.

Song Feijie, who was already suspicious of Jiang Qinghe, suddenly thought of many possible things. He suppressed his anger and said, "Have you heard anything else?"

"Have."

The two guards answered at the same time. After answering, they looked at each other and fell silent at the same time.

The guard who went to inquire about the news found out some other things that made sense. What did the other guard find out?

Song Feijie said solemnly: "Tell me one by one."

"I asked the people in the tea shed next to the pavilion, and they all said that Grandma's carriage did not come to the other village at all, but went directly to Faxi Temple. Maybe, maybe Grandma went to pray for the young master's safety."

After saying that, the guard lowered his head deeply.

Apart from this, Song Feijie really couldn't think of anything else Jiang Qinghe could do. He turned to ask another guard: "What are you asking about again?"

Before the guard started speaking, he lowered his head deeply, and then said in detail: "Just now, I went to relieve myself and listened to the gossip of two women. It seems that the last time my wife suddenly became ill, it was because the old woman was poisoned with arsenic." , the governor also knew about this, but because he was worried that he would feel uncomfortable being caught between his mother and daughter-in-law, he did not tell him."