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

The atmosphere was just right. Mr. Meng cleared his throat and said briskly: "In a blink of an eye, both girls have grown up and have reached the age of marriage."

Speaking of this, Mr. Meng and Mrs. Meng looked at each other, and Mrs. Meng continued: "Today, two marriages came to our house at the same time, so we will call you two sisters over at the same time to discuss it."

"Well, although parents make the final decision on marriage matters, fathers are not so rigid. If you have your own ideas, fathers will be happy to support you."

Mr. Meng and Mrs. Meng sang together, and as they sang and harmonized, they talked about the two families who came to propose marriage.

"Yao'er, you are the younger sister, so you should choose first." Meng Qingya said with a smile.

Hearing these words, Meng Wenyao just wanted to fall out on the spot. Meng Qingya had bullied her since she was a child. She had never thought about her sisters. Now, she was able to pretend to be a good person in front of Mr. Meng.

When Mr. Meng heard that his arrogant eldest daughter was so sensible today, he nodded with a smile and said: "Yao'er, since your sister asked you to pick first, you have to pick first. Your sister has never let you go since she was a child. It's rare for you to be elegant and generous. Quickly Take your pick.”

It turns out that Mr. Meng understands the injustice Meng Wenyao has suffered over the years!

When she was a child, Meng Wenyao was bullied by Meng Qingya, and she complained to Mr. Meng. What did her father say at that time: "She is the elder sister. How can you, as a younger sister, contradict your elder sister? If you are so disobedient to your legitimate sister, as a father, this time I won’t punish you, and I won’t let you off lightly next time.”

From then on, no matter how many grievances she suffered, she just swallowed them all into her stomach. She no longer felt pain from her mother, and from then on, she no longer felt pain from her father.

No one hurts her, so she hurts herself.

She knelt down to salute, and then said with a smile: "Zhongyong Hou's family is noble, but his daughter knows that she is from a humble background, and she is willing to marry Jinshi Qian Xiuxian."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Qingya could no longer wear her generous and sensible mask. She suppressed her anger and said: "Do you know that Huo Chengping and Qian Xiuxian are in the same world, why do you only pick the bad ones? "

Meng Wenyao blinked her big eyes and said, "Didn't mother say that the good thing should be given to my sister?"

"You!" Meng Qingya's eyebrows stood up in anger.

Mrs. Meng's face was also turning green and red, and she said angrily: "You kid is talking nonsense. I treat you and your sister the same way since we were children. It's just that your sister used to act up when she was a child. I felt annoyed and yelled You give way to your sister, now that you are older and your sister is more sensible, I feel the same pain for both of you."

Finally saving her face, Mrs. Meng said kindly: "Yao'er, think about it again. Since your sister has given up to you, you can choose whichever one you want."

"My daughter is willing to marry Jinshi Qian Xiuxian." Meng Wenyao whispered.

"You kid, why don't you tell the good from the bad?"

Mrs. Meng wanted to persuade her again, but Master Meng, who didn't know what was going on, said, "That's it, Yao'er will marry Jinshi Qian Xiuxian, and Qingya will marry to the Zhongyong Hou Mansion."

"I don't want it!" Meng Qingya stamped her foot angrily and turned her head to the side as if wiping tears.

Mrs. Meng couldn't sit still and asked awkwardly: "Master, why don't you let Yao'er marry into the Zhongyong Hou Mansion?"

This is strange, Mrs. Meng has always protected her shortcomings, but now it is related to a life-long event, so generous, Master Meng's eyebrows are twisted into a knot.

Seeing that Meng Wenyao had no intention of letting go, Mrs. Meng twisted the veil anxiously, regretting why she had to pretend to be virtuous and give Meng Wenyao a chance to choose.

If only she had known that she would make a decision directly and talk to Mr. Meng. Anyway, Mr. Meng is obsessed with poetry and books all day long and doesn't care about the affairs of the back house at all.

It's a pity that it's hard to get off the tiger now. Mrs. Meng looked at Meng Wenyao and pleaded: "Yao'er, the Zhongyong Marquis Mansion is so good. Please marry her. Your good fortune is still to come."

There is a question that has been lingering in Meng Wenyao's mind.

For such a noble Lord to marry the daughter of a fifth-grade official, it seems strange no matter how you think about it. How could Mrs. Meng be so confident in marrying Meng Qingya in her previous life?

"Mother, why did Marquis Zhongyong come to our house to propose marriage?"

Hearing this question, Mrs. Meng said proudly: "Last month, I took you two sisters to burn incense in the temple. The old lady of Zhongyonghou's mansion saw you two and liked you two very much. It happened that the old lady smoked for Zhongyonghou. Once the lot was drawn, the master interpreted it and said that as long as Marquis Zhongyong marries a blessed person, his family will be prosperous in the future."

"You are young and don't know that the Zhongyong Hou's house used to be prosperous. It is said that the old lady had four sons. Unfortunately, they all died in the battle. Now only Zhongyong Hou, the eldest son and eldest grandson, is left. Their family chooses a daughter-in-law. I don’t care about family status anymore, I only care about luck.”

"It just so happened that on that day, I took you both to draw lots. You are both very lucky people. The master just told the old lady smoothly that this good marriage will come!"

Meng Wenyao suddenly realized. No wonder Mrs. Meng did not doubt the sincerity of Marquis Zhongyong. It turned out that she believed in the monk's interpretation of the fortune.

It's a pity that the true fate of the lot that the monk calculated for Zhongyong Hou was not as simple as finding a lucky person.

"Then Yao'er, can you marry her?" Mrs. Meng asked tentatively again.

She obviously wanted Meng Wenyao to marry into the Hou Mansion and insisted on pretending to be generous and sensible. Meng Wenyao sneered in her heart, but her face still looked innocent and ignorant.

"Mom, with such a good marriage, my daughter still wants to give it to her sister." Meng Wenyao expressed her position again.

Meng Qingya stood up from her seat angrily, pointed at Meng Wenyao's nose and said, "If you think it's good, you want it. If anyone wants it, you give in."

Meng Wenyao said with a smile: "Sister is so angry, doesn't she want to marry into the Zhongyong Hou Mansion?"

"you!"

It was agreed at the beginning that Meng Wenyao would be the pick, but Meng Qingya couldn't help but slap herself in the face now. She glared at Meng Wenyao, seeming to be thinking of the right words.

Mrs. Meng watched with fear, fearing that her daughter would do something outrageous and be seen by Mr. Meng.

She quickly explained to Meng Qingya: "Qingya, this child, was taught reading and calligraphy by the master himself since he was a child. In the past, he always said that he wanted to marry a scholar. The two of them could talk about poetry and painting together, and I also It makes sense.

It just so happens that Yao'er hasn't read for more than a few days. She is paired with a general like Zhongyong Hou. They are all my children. I don't care about my family status. What do you think, sir? "

Seeing that Mr. Meng's expression seemed to be relaxed, Meng Wenyao glanced at Meng Qingya with raised eyes and said with a smile: "It turns out that sister likes Jinshi Qian Xiuxian. Then sister, you should have said it earlier. You have been unwilling to say it, and you still want me to pick it first." , I couldn’t figure out my sister’s thoughts, and I made the wrong choice so many times. If you had told me earlier, I would have chosen Marquis Zhongyong.

My sister is the most stupid. From now on, please ask me to tell you what my sister wants, so that I won’t make the wrong choice. "