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

Her eager look didn't attract anyone's attention at all, especially Ya'er beside her. She was used to seeing Meng Wenyao's submissive attitude. When she saw Meng Wenyao asking her to serve her yesterday, she thought from the bottom of her heart that Meng Wenyao was a duplicity. people.

Looking at Qinghong's dead look, she felt that the master and servant were putting on a show. She snorted disdainfully and said sarcastically: "Madam, I'm afraid you don't understand our second young lady. During the dinner at the hospital, the slave clearly brought a good bowl of soup, but the second lady was able to take the soup into her hand, looking like she was seriously injured.

But when I returned to the yard, I saw that the second lady's hand was not injured at all. It was very good. She just pretended to be injured on purpose so that the master would be annoyed with you. "

Seeing that Mr. Hu seemed to be listening, Ya'er started thinking: "Now that Qinghong said that the second lady is sick, I am sure that the second lady did this on purpose. She ate well and slept well last night. How could she get sick overnight? If she was really sick, could Qinghong wait until noon before running out to ask for help?

The second young lady must be pretending to be ill. She just let the master know on purpose, and then made him misunderstand that you were treating her harshly, so as to alienate the relationship between you and the master out of thin air. "

Every word of these words touched Mrs. Hu's heart. Her displeased expression gradually became solemn, thinking about how she and Meng Shangshu were as respectful as ice on weekdays. Isn't it because of the interference between Liu Sangyu and Meng Wenyao's mother and daughter? !

Regardless of the dignity of the eldest lady, she kicked Qinghong directly and cursed: "Little hoof, you are following your second lady to cause mischief. You really think that I am a fool and allow you family troublemakers to do whatever you want. Go away, I will." I want to see how fragile your second lady is."

Qinghong was afraid that Mrs. Hu would be overbearing and would not invite a doctor to Meng Wenyao. When she stood up, she winked at the little maid beside her and asked her to ask Meng Shangshu.

She wiped away her tears and continued to defend Meng Wenyao: "Madam, you misunderstood. Our second young lady is really sick."

Before Mrs. Hu could speak, Ya'er cursed at the side and said: "I don't know whether you're sick or not, madam, I don't want you to talk too much here. If the second lady pretends to be sick, I want to see if you, a bitch, can still do it." Say something."

The group of people walked into Meng Wenyao's boudoir angrily and cursed. Mrs. Hu was sitting outside waiting for Meng Wenyao to come over to greet her.

Ya'er quickly walked into the inner room and sneered: "Second young lady, it's almost noon, you should get up too. Even the first lady in our family doesn't sleep until this point."

She spoke so loudly that all the maids and wives in the room heard that Meng Wenyao hadn't gotten up yet. They were surprised that Meng Wenyao, who was usually well mannered, was so tired.

If this continues, Mrs. Hu will definitely skin Meng Wenyao today, and they all start to gloat about her misfortune.

Mrs. Hu, who was drinking tea, also felt that her majesty was being challenged. She also thought that after Meng Wenyao married the sixth prince, she would be able to control Liu Sangyu and let Meng Wenyao continue to be humble. Unexpectedly, this girl just knew that she was going to marry. Give it to the Sixth Prince and start picking up Qiao.

Really ignorant of the bounds of the world, she swung the tea cup and lifted the curtain herself and entered the inner room.

When Ya'er saw Mrs. Hu entering the inner room in person, she immediately pretended to be pretentious and said: "Second Miss, I'm not a slave telling you, but in which family does a legitimate mother ask a concubine to get up? You are not the sixth prince's concubine now, or you are already the sixth prince. If you are a concubine, you must fulfill your filial piety. Don't you think you've paid attention to your wife before you left the cabinet?"

Her provocation immediately ignited Mrs. Hu's anger. She strode forward, lifted the curtains of Meng Wenyao's bed, and said angrily: "Meng Wenyao, you have such a big air."

Ya'er lowered her head and couldn't help but snicker in her heart. She could already imagine how the eldest lady was going to punish Meng Wenyao, and maybe even the aunt in the Buddhist Hall would be punished as well.

The population in the Meng Mansion is simple, and they have little fun on weekdays. They never tire of the drama of the eldest lady treating her aunt and concubine.

The fun is about to begin.

After waiting for a long time, Ya'er didn't see the eldest lady continuing to get angry, nor did she hear Meng Wenyao's voice begging for mercy. She looked up strangely.

Seeing that the anger on Mrs. Hu's face had disappeared and her face was full of shock, she boldly looked at the bed and saw that Meng Wenyao's face was red and swollen with many bumps, which was scary.

Qinghong whispered at the right time: "Madam, our lady is really sick, and she still has a high fever."

The eldest lady was stunned. She looked at Ya'er and the bed. She didn't know what to say for a long time. She said depressedly: "Why are you standing there? Go and call the doctor!"

The situation changed in an instant. Ya'er was a little afraid that Mrs. Hu would reprimand her, so she quickly said: "Madam, the second lady must have done it on purpose. She..."

Before she finished speaking, the old lady who had been in the house beside Mrs. Hu couldn't stand it any longer and sneered: "Miss Ya'er, please stop pampering your wife and punishing the second young lady. What girl pretends to be sick and will endanger herself?" My face is broken, if it doesn’t get better, will I ever get married again?”

Speaking of getting married, Mrs. Hu turned back to look at Meng Wenyao with a face full of shock. How could she marry the sixth prince with this face?

How could this be?

She ran to the palace early in the morning to ensure that the concubine and her two daughters would marry the prince, without any problems.

Why did Meng Wenyao look like a pig in the blink of an eye? Could it be that the Sixth Prince really defeated her?

She had long heard that the noble concubine had met several noble girls in the eyes of the Sixth Prince, and something happened to each family. She thought it was because they didn't want to marry her, so she deliberately made her own ploy.

Now that it happened to her, she felt that things were a bit mysterious. If Meng Wenyao's face could not get better, she would definitely not be able to marry the sixth prince.

No matter how unfavored the sixth prince is, he is still the emperor's son. The emperor wants to lose face, and he will definitely not let the sixth prince's concubine lose the royal face.

If the sixth prince's concubine chooses someone else, what about the fourth prince's concubine?

The imperial concubine looked at the Meng family, who had not helped at all, and wondered whether her marriage to Meng Wenlan would also be ruined.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Hu was frightened. No, Meng Wenlan must marry the fourth prince.

She kept comforting herself that maybe Meng Wenyao's face could still be saved.

"Okay, why is your face swollen?"

Hu murmured in a moderate voice, which made Qinghong's head suddenly think of something.

"Madam, the ointment on the second lady's face last night was smeared by Ya'er. When she came to our yard, she was angry that the second lady was scalded by the soup at dinner. She was also scolded by the madam. When she was serving the second lady, she said She was silently cursing the second lady, she must have mixed something into the ointment, which made the second lady’s face swell overnight.”

Facing Hu's cannibalistic expression, Ya'er knelt down with a plop. She was shocked and angry and said: "I'm not a slave. Qinghong lied. How could I have harmed the second young lady? I don't have the guts! Madam, you want to Believe me slave."