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

After that night, the drama began with Meng Wenyao running in front and Yue Langzhi chasing behind.

I don't know how long it took before Yue Langzhi, who had been married for three years, ate meat for the first time. After the clouds and rain passed, he found that both of them were in good health. Yue Lang was so angry that he wanted to dig out the left guardian and whip his body.

"It's made me abstinent for many years. It's time for this devil to be crushed."

After Yue Langzhi said harshly, he said with a flattering look on his face: "Madam, you have to make it up to me."

"It was Protector Zuo who tricked you into having sex with you and hurt your body. Why do you want me to compensate you? Go ahead."

Two years later, the couple returned to Yunshui Sect with a baby in their arms.

At the grand first-year anniversary banquet, everyone in the world saw two identical faces, one big and one small, and they believed that Yue Langzhi would not one day become possessed like Leng Sufeng if he had not practiced the magic power of the Chrysanthemum Book. They also harm the children of Jianghu.

"There is no good or bad method in this world, it just depends on the nature of the person who practices it."

Meng Wenyao saw how rare Yue Lang was to be serious and said with a smile: "Tell me, if people in the world know that you have not only practiced, but also practiced to perfection, will they hate themselves for being ignorant?"

"People in this world are blind. They only want to believe what they see. As long as I protect the world, they will never be my enemy."

"That's right." Meng Wenyao agreed deeply.

"However, there is something I need your help with," Yue Langzhi approached Meng Wenyao and whispered.

"What help?"

"After my husband discovers that I have achieved great success, it will be easy for me to be dissatisfied with my desires... Madam, please don't leave..."

Spring went to winter, cold came and summer passed. Decades passed, and as Meng Wenyao's children were born one after another, Yue Langzhi's martial arts became unrivaled in the world, and no one associated Yue Langzhi with the Demon Cult anymore. After all, Rumor has it that the Chrysanthemum Book can harm fertility.

Yue Langzhi, who was unparalleled in martial arts, couldn't bear the thought of the Chrysanthemum Book being buried forever, so he spent many years transforming it into another magical skill.

From then on, the sect was established, many disciples were recruited, and Meng Wenyao and Yue Langzhi became famous in the world. Meng Wenyao and Yue Langzhi were also known as the couple of gods and immortals sung by later generations.

[Crackling New Year, congratulations to the host for completing another world]

The system's machine voice sounded again, making Meng Wenyao suddenly remember that she was just doing a task, and that the original world was already celebrating the New Year.

"Do you have any lucky money?"

[No] The system answered coldly and simply.

Even if she knew, Meng Wenyao immediately asked: "I want to apply for leave! I want to go back to pay New Year's greetings to my seventh uncle!"

[The taste of the New Year is too light, just wish me from a distance. 】

"Then I want to go back to the village for a blind date. The Chinese New Year is a good time for a blind date."

[This system will choose a good one for you in the mission world, and the next world begins. 】

"Ah! You...I..."

After a period of dizziness, Meng Wenyao woke up in the warm winter sun. She opened her eyes hazy and saw a little maid pushing the door in.

"It so happens that Miss woke up from her nap, and Madam sent someone to invite you over."

The maid took the coat from Meng Wenyao's hand and helped her put it on, then helped her comb her hair, and Meng Wenyao's mind gradually became clearer.

"Do you know anything?" Meng Wenyao asked.

The maid kept combing her hair and had a smile on her lips.

"Don't worry, Miss. I heard from Madam Liu's mother in the courtyard that Madam went to the palace early in the morning to pay homage to the Imperial Concubine. She was very happy when she came back. There were rewards in the whole courtyard. I asked Miss to come over this time. Maybe I haven’t made my lady’s winter clothes yet, so I want to make some clothes for her.”

There is no such thing as such a good thing. Meng Wenyao casually scrolled through the original plot in his mind, and he knew that the eldest lady did not like Meng Wenyao, a concubine. She would have deducted the food and clothing expenses on weekdays. If it were not in the way of Master Meng, I check in from time to time, I'm afraid I've already called twice in three days.

The fact that the eldest lady is so happy to come back from the palace today is also a happy event for the eldest lady. According to the usual practice, the happy event for the eldest lady must be the disaster for her, Meng Wenyao.

Helping the maid out of the room, Meng Wenyao was blinded by the afternoon sun. She put her cool fingers together on her brow and asked, "It's winter. Did you send my aunt's winter clothes over in the main courtyard?"

The maid stiffened and said with a dry smile: "This slave really didn't notice. My aunt has been worshiping Buddha in the Buddhist hall all day long. The eldest lady didn't ask anyone to come over. The maid really didn't notice for a while. When she went down to the main courtyard, she asked Miss, please ask yourself."

No need to ask now, Meng Wenyao also understood clearly that as a young lady in the mansion, she could only wear last year's winter clothes now, not to mention the aunt who was regarded as a thorn in the side of the eldest lady, it would be good to have a hot meal.

"Let's go."

It was mid-afternoon, and Meng Wenyao was sorting out the original plot while walking in the warm sunlight. The further she walked, the colder her heart became.

In the original plot, her biological mother Liu Sangyu and her father Meng Wanjing were childhood sweethearts, and their love was as strong as gold. Unfortunately, when they got married, Liu Sangyu's family was suddenly dismissed from office and exiled to Ninggu Pagoda thousands of miles away.

Due to the situation at that time, Meng Wanjing had no choice but to marry the eldest lady Hu. After giving birth to a son and a daughter, his father took Liu Sangyu back to the house and became his concubine.

Liu Sangyu originally thought that after all the hardships, happiness would come, but she didn't know that her life under Hu's lustful power would be even more miserable than in Ninggu Pagoda.

The Hu family's natal family was very powerful. The more Meng Wanjing favored Liu Sangyu, the more the Hu family would torture Liu Sangyu. In the end, Meng Wanjing did not dare to stand up for Liu Sangyu too much.

Later, after Liu Sangyu narrowly escaped death and gave birth to Meng Wenyao, she was injured and spent the whole day chanting sutras in the Buddhist hall. She and Meng Wanjing no longer had sex, so that they could live a stable life in the Meng Mansion.

After thinking that she had taken care of Liu Sangyu, Mrs. Hu also carefully cared for Meng Wenyao for several years in order to win back Meng Wanjing's heart.

But Meng Wanjing had long been disheartened. Apart from occasionally going to the Buddhist hall to talk to Liu Sangyu, he rarely went into the backyard on weekdays. In these years, he slept alone in the study room, and Mrs. Hu did not exist at all.

Gradually, Mrs. Hu no longer bothered to pretend to be virtuous and generous, and gradually became harsh towards Meng Wenyao.

The deduction of expenses is common and trivial. As long as Meng Wenyao performs better than her eldest sister Meng Wenlan, kneeling in the ancestral hall as punishment is also common.

When she went to see the eldest lady this time, Meng Wenyao had carefully put on thick knee pads on her knees. This was based on the experience accumulated by the original owner over the years.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Wenyao had arrived at the main courtyard. She considered the temperament of the original owner and acted submissive.

"Yao'er, I've met my mother and my sister."

She lowered her head to her chest, her voice was as loud as a mosquito's, her posture was twisted, and she looked like a petty little girl who was too angry to show off.

This look really pleased Mrs. Hu. I only heard her smile and say: "Yao'er is here, get up quickly."

Meng Wenyao was about to raise her head and stand up straight when she heard an angry voice: "What are you doing standing still? Bring a chair for the second lady."