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

Song Feijie, who got on his horse and was about to set off, was stunned on the spot. Did he hear wrongly that his daughter-in-law poisoned his mother? ! !

"No wonder, no wonder."

Now Song Feijie finally knows why Jiang Qinghe dare not come to Biezhuang. It turns out that there is such a complicated entanglement here.

No wonder Mrs. Song's expression was twisted like that when she heard that Jiang Qinghe was coming in Biezhuang just now.

It turned out that he had done such a thing to a good wife whom he loved so much that he broke off the engagement and married another.

If he walked away today, Mrs. Song and Jiang Qinghe would directly attack him.

"Let's go to Faxi Temple."

After rushing all the way to Faxi Temple, Song Feijie immediately ordered an unfamiliar guard to go and inquire. In less than half a cup of tea, the guard found Jiang Qinghe's carriage and found out where Jiang Qinghe was.

"In the back mountain."

Song Feijie clenched the sword in his hand and rushed towards the back mountain angrily. It was best that this was all a misunderstanding, otherwise...

Jiang Qinghe, who was at the top of the back mountain, was thinking about the sweet past with Meng Wenshan.

Although they have a marriage contract, they live in the same mansion and have to abide by the rules of men and women not being intimate. If they want to express their feelings, they can only make an appointment to burn incense at the wedding ceremony, so that they can have the opportunity to be intimate with each other. .

It was also in this kind of weather and this kind of sunshine. They were standing on the top of the mountain today. Meng Wenshan's rough big hands held Jiang Qinghe's white and tender hands for the first time.

Her face was so red that she was bleeding, thinking that Meng Wenshan wanted to kiss Fangze, but the fool just pulled her and said seriously: "Sister Qinghe, this is close to the cliff, be careful if you slip."

"I really don't know what's interesting," Jiang Qinghe complained, his heart already filled with sweet memories.

When Meng Wenshan comes over, she must let Meng Wenshan take her away. The Song Mansion is determined not to go back. As long as they stay away for a few years, Meng Wenyao will gain a foothold in the Lu Mansion in the future, and Governor Lu can't really let him go. How about my brother-in-law?

After all, it was Seinfeld who stole someone's fiancée in the first place, and her current plan is just to get things back to normal.

Yes, she felt that with Meng Wenshan's friendship for her, he would never let her fend for herself in the Song Mansion, and would definitely renew their relationship with her.

Suddenly, she heard "Young Master" several times, which was the voice of the maid she left behind in the distance. She thought it was Meng Wenshan who had arrived.

She suppressed the smile on her face, acted as if she had been greatly wronged in the Song Mansion and had no way out, and moved closer to the cliff.

When Meng Wenshan came over, she stood on the edge of the cliff. As long as Meng Wenshan didn't elope with her, she would commit suicide by jumping off the cliff. This would definitely force Meng Wenshan to submit.

She turned her face, feeling the wind blowing in the valley, and listening to the heavy footsteps approaching step by step from behind, her heart couldn't help but feel nervous and sweet.

Because there was too much sweetness in her heart, Jiang Qinghe's face could never show the sadness and pain as she wished. Worried that Meng Wenshan would notice the clues, she did not dare to look back. She only carried the person behind her back and said sadly: "Brother Meng, you are here. .”

Pretending to wipe his tears with a handkerchief, Jiang Qinghe continued: "I didn't expect that I could meet brother Wenshan at Faxi Temple. At first, whenever we were in love, we would talk to each other in the mountains behind Faxi Temple. Unfortunately, I was later The bully Seinfeld took a liking to her and took her body by force.

You don't know how I got here these days. Every night lying next to him makes me extremely sick. I think about Brother Wenshan every time to get through those dark times. "

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, Jiang Qinghe said quickly: "Don't come over. If you come over again, I will jump down."

Hearing the footsteps behind her stop, Jiang Qinghe couldn't help but smile. She knew that Meng Wenshan was reluctant to let her die. She continued: "I know that my body is dirty and I am not worthy of Brother Wenshan. I just I want to see Brother Wenshan again before I die, and I want to tell you that from the beginning to the end, I only have you in my heart."

When it came to the emotional part, Jiang Qinghe finally shed tears. She turned around slowly, trying to let Meng Wenshan see her miserable look. Unfortunately, before she could say "Brother Wenshan," she saw an angry face coming into view.

Seeing Song Feijie looking like he was about to eat someone, Jiang Qinghe was so frightened that he backed away.

"what!"

His feet slipped, and Jiang Qinghe instantly fell off the cliff.

"Miss!"

The maids and ladies, who were worried that Song Feijie would get angry and hurt Jiang Qinghe, were worried, so they all followed Song Feijie. As soon as they arrived, they heard the scream of Jiang Qinghe falling off the cliff.

From their perspective, they also saw Seinfeld push Jiang Qinghe's hand before he could take it back.

"No, the young master has sent the young lady back."

I don't know who shouted, and screams suddenly started one after another.

There are many pilgrims in Faxi Temple on weekdays. Even though it is in the back mountain, there are tryst lovers everywhere. Soon, many people gathered, and rumors that the young governor Song Feijie murdered his wife flew into the sky.

"No, not me!"

Song Feijie went from anger at the beginning, to surprise later, to fear now, as if it happened in an instant.

Even now that everyone was pointing at him, he couldn't wrap his head around what happened.

It was his wife who wanted to have a private meeting with someone else, and even packed up her daily necessities to elope. He obviously didn't do anything, so why did he murder his wife.

"It's Meng Wenshan, yes, it's Meng Wenshan."

Running down the mountain in a panic, Song Feijie fell several times before reaching the bottom of the mountain. He got on his horse and ran towards the Meng Mansion.

In the Meng Mansion, Meng Wenyao, as the hostess, was entertaining the wife and young lady of the Minister of Etiquette's family.

"My mother passed away young, and the house has not been taken care of by a mistress for many years. The decoration is really messy. I hope Madam will forgive me."

They are very satisfied with the fact that they can be the head of the family after marrying. The ladies and ladies of the chamberlain are very satisfied with this marriage. Especially Meng Wenshan, who is playing chess with Governor Lu not far away. He is second in the martial arts examination and is the brother-in-law of Governor Lu. His future is limitless and he is really full of people in the capital. A good marriage can't be found even with a lantern.

"Madam, what you say is too unreasonable. We are not that picky family."

Listening to the words of the Vice Minister's wife and young lady who expressed satisfaction in their words, Meng Wenyao was also happy that her brother could finally make a lifelong decision and marry such a well-educated and sensible daughter of an aristocratic family.

"You two try this snack again, this..."

Before Meng Wenyao could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a roar.

"uncle!"

From a distance, he saw Song Feijie running towards him with messy hair. His expression was both frightened and anxious. He was only three steps away from Lu Yiran when he knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "Uncle, save me."

Lu Yiran, who was holding the chess piece, forgot to put down the chess piece in his hand for a moment, and asked numbly: "What happened?"

Song Feijie was kneeling, his chest heaving violently, and he said with uncontrollable crying in his voice: "Uncle, I didn't kill anyone, it wasn't me..."