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

"General Cao has been dismissed from office."

General Meng looked at the carefree Meng Wenyao and felt very depressed. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "Dad blamed you a few days ago. Master Song must be behind this."

After hearing General Meng's high opinion, Meng Wenyao swallowed her snack in a good mood, took a sip of warm water and said, "Father, if Mr. Song is an official, he should not involve the governor."

"Although Mr. Song is not an official, there are many officials in the Song family. For the sake of family honor, they will not forgive Mrs. Song. As for the governor, as long as he no longer interferes in the case, these things will not affect him."

"That's good." Meng Wenyao pretended to be scared and patted her chest, and then said worriedly: "The Song family is really rotten inside and out. Fortunately, I didn't marry him in the first place."

General Meng opened his mouth to say something, but then shut up helplessly. Meng Wenyao told the truth.

In the evening, Lu Yiran came to pick up Meng Wenyao in person. After not seeing her for a few days, Lu Yiran looked haggard, as if he had aged several years.

"Captain, how is your sister doing now?"

Facing Meng Wenyao's worried eyes, Lu Yiran rubbed Meng Wenyao's red face with his rough hands, and said with a wry smile: "Everyone has his own destiny, let's go back home."

Are you not going to care about it at all? Suppressing the secret joy in her heart, Meng Wenyao returned to the house.

The government's verdict came down the next day, and Mrs. Song was sentenced to shave her hair and practice spiritual practice, and Song Fei was sentenced to three thousand miles in prison.

When she heard that her charming son had been tattooed on his face and had to be sent so far away, and that she had been divorced, Mrs. Song went crazy on the spot.

Meng Wenyao heard these things from the maids, because after returning home, Lu Yiran was worried that she had been hurt by worry these days, so she was not allowed to go out or inquire about these things.

Even when Lu Yiran returned to the room, he never mentioned Mrs. Song and Song Feijie again, pretending to look forward to the birth of his child wholeheartedly.

"Did he kick you?"

Meng Wenyao was sitting on a chair, and Lu Yiran squatted down and put his ear to Meng Wenyao's belly. Feeling the baby's movement, he showed a long-lost smile.

"Has the Governor named the child?"

"Not yet," Lu Yiran stood up, sat down next to Meng Wenyao, and placed his big hands on Meng Wenyao's belly to continue to feel the fetal movement.

"I don't read much. I want to ask Mr. Xu to name my child. He hasn't replied to me yet."

"It's just a name. The Governor is the father of the child. If you choose a name, the child won't dislike it." Meng Wenyao said with gentle relief.

Lu Yiran took Meng Wenyao's hand, rubbed it against his lips, and said with a smile: "This child has been my hope for many years, and I always want to give him the best."

A few months passed in a hurry, and on this day, Lu Yiran received a letter, which was sent by someone from Seinfeld, who had already arrived at the place of exile.

He said in his heart that he was seriously ill and wanted Lu Yiran to find a way to get him back to the capital.

Lu Yiran held Xin and felt heartache. His sister had gone crazy and his nephew could not let him fend for himself. He was about to call someone over when he heard someone suddenly shout: "Captain, Madam is about to give birth."

With no time to think about other things, Lu Yiran threw away the letter in his hand and ran to the backyard, which was already busy in an orderly manner.

Rushing straight to the delivery room, Lu Yiran was stopped by a nanny: "Captain, Madam, I asked you to wait outside."

Seeing that Lu Yiran still wanted to rush inside, Mammy said again: "Madam said, you are too timid. When you enter the delivery room, you will inevitably look nervous and affect everyone."

A few days ago, Meng Wenyao suddenly became popular. Lu Yiran thought that Meng Wenyao was going to give birth, and he upset everyone in the house in the middle of the night.

After both the imperial doctor and the midwife said it was not a sign of activation, Lu Yiran was still afraid that Meng Wenyao would suddenly activate. He stayed up for several nights and stayed guarded by Meng Wenyao, fearing that Meng Wenyao would suddenly activate.

Every time Meng Wenyao got up at night, she would see Lu Yiran's shining eyes, which made her feel distressed and funny at the same time. This man was too nervous.

Therefore, during this delivery, Lu Yiran was not allowed to enter the delivery room, lest he get too nervous and do something unreasonable.

Lu Yiran was stopped and stood alone in the yard. He was really worried, so he sent someone to the Meng Mansion to call General Meng and Meng Wenshan over. The three of them played chess in the yard.

Later, General Meng smiled and said to Meng Wenyao: "The Commander-in-Chief is a man whose expression remains unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai. When we were at the border, one time when the enemy was about to attack, the Commander-in-Chief still held the chess piece and remained indifferent. Did you know that? On the day you gave birth, the governor's hands were shaking and he couldn't hold the chess pieces."

With that said, he took two steps back, looked at Meng Wenyao and muttered: "Did the Governor really fall in love with your beauty?"

Meng Wenyao, who was holding her child, listened to General Meng's muttering and smiled secretly. On the other hand, Lu Yiran, who came in from the door, laughed and said, "My father-in-law is here."

This sincere and resonant voice of "father-in-law" was quite pleasant to General Meng's ears, and it was no longer as good as before.

"My son-in-law came back just in time. Look, your son just peed all over me."

Hearing General Meng's complaint, Lu Yiran looked at the baby and said with a fierce face to his son: "Beat him instead."

He raised his eyes and saw Meng Wenyao's angry eyes, and immediately smiled again: "You're just kidding, I'm trying to scare him. Don't be angry, I won't bear to hit him."

"Humph!"

Meng Wenyao hugged the baby and turned around, not showing it to Lu Yiran. Lu Yiran quickly begged for mercy: "Madam, I was really joking. Don't worry, I won't fight even if this child grows up, right?"

Looking at the noisy couple, General Meng exited the room with a smile, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and murmured silently in his heart: "Madam, my daughter is doing well, you can rest assured."

In the blink of an eye, a few years later, the Lu Mansion was already full of children. Meng Wenyao suddenly thought of Song Feijie, and when people inquired, they found out that he died of illness not long after arriving in the exile.

"Second child, don't fight with the third child. Boss, keep an eye on the fifth child."

When Meng Wenyao turned around, she saw Lu Yiran who had just left the court. He carefully supported Meng Wenyao, who was getting heavier, and said distressedly: "After giving birth to this, let's not have another baby."

Lowering his head and gently caressing his bulging belly, Lu Yiran added, "It has been really hard for me to endure your pregnancy over the years."

He was moved for only three seconds and pinched Lu Yiran speechlessly. Meng Wenyao's face turned red.

Time flies, and the system's machine sound comes as expected.

[Host, the small world is a complete success, you can choose the plot of the next world. 】

"Wait a minute." Meng Wenyao didn't have time to breathe before she started to ask: "I have done so many tasks, will I become a rich woman when I return to the original world?"

[Well, inflation is so severe in the world now. It seems that your money, maybe, maybe, probably can’t support you to live the rest of your life richly. 】

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Before Meng Wenyao could shout out, she was thrown into the next world by the system.

She fell down on a huge bed, and as soon as she got up with difficulty, she saw the man wearing a silver mask in front of her. His black robe spread out from his chest, revealing his tight chest. He was lazy and evil. Charming.

He stretched out a finger and raised Meng Wenyao's chin. His eyes suddenly became suffocated and became unfocused again. His thin lips slightly parted and he said, "She was pretty, but it would be a pity to die."