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

Just when Mrs. Meng wanted to stop worrying, Meng Qingya said again: "Who can say for sure!"

"Shut up!" Mrs. Meng roared and finally silenced the two sisters.

The last night in the Meng Mansion passed like this. The next day, two sedan chairs left the Meng Mansion at the same time.

The wedding team at the Marquis Zhongyong Mansion was very large, and all the drum music was played by soldiers in armor. They beat the drum heads hard, and the sound of the drums was loud. They worked hard to show everyone the grandness of the wedding and the happiness of the bride. joy.

The Qian family's wedding team was originally very lively, but compared with the magnificent Huo family, it seemed very cold.

Especially the people who gathered around the Meng Mansion to watch the ceremony all moved towards Meng Wenyao's sedan chair. It looked like Meng Qingya's sedan chair was that of a concubine sneaking out.

Originally, Meng Qingya was not visible under the hijab, but she was not deaf, so she heard the sparse sound of blowing outside and the barely audible congratulations. She asked the matchmaker angrily across the sedan chair.

"I am the legitimate daughter of the Meng family. When I married into the Qian family, I was married by a matchmaker. You can hear some joyous sounds. You are so petty and angry that you married me back. Don't you think it is an embarrassment to your family?"

Originally, the matchmaker said that the marriage was going smoothly and the Qian family had given her a big red envelope. Seeing that the wedding was done today, she would be able to retire successfully. She did not expect to be so rejected by the bride.

As a matchmaker, how could she be willing to take advantage of her words? She immediately laughed exaggeratedly.

"Oh, my Grandma Qian, in order to marry you back, the Qian family spent all their money to give you a show. This suona opera troupe hired the most popular ones in the West City. There is no one as loud as this one in the whole capital. If you still dislike the lack of excitement, you can't blame them. If you want to blame it, you can only blame your Xinke brother-in-law. The people who play the gongs and drums in their family are all sergeants covered in tendons. How can we compare? "

"And this is just for the wedding. When it comes to the banquet, the pomp of the Qian family is even worse than that of the Huo family. I said, Grandma Qian, do you know that you are marrying into the Qian family, not the Huo family? What family background and pomp? , you should have an idea in mind."

"My old lady is still surprised. How come the legitimate daughter of the Meng family married into the Qian family, with such a high family status, but your Meng family married a concubine? Is it because the Huo family didn't like Meng Da? Miss you!"

After the matchmaker finished speaking sarcastically, she patted the sedan chair and said loudly: "Walk more carefully and don't bump against grandma."

At this order, the bearers began to bump up the sedan with all their strength, making Meng Qingya, who wanted to speak, unable to sit still. She held her hands firmly on both sides of the sedan, unable to find the energy to speak.

When she got off the sedan, Meng Wenyao was already shaken. She looked at the matchmaker next to her from under her hijab. She was so angry that she really wanted to kick her.

"Grandma, be careful where you step," the matchmaker reminded.

She didn't care if Meng Qingya had any revengeful intentions. She had suffered a huge injustice today. Now that she, Meng Qingya, had boarded the Qian family's sedan chair, she couldn't leave the Qian family's sedan chair, otherwise she would lose the Meng family's face.

As for her, a matchmaker, she drank Xie Xie's matchmaking wine today and no longer has any contact with the Qian family.

If Meng Qingya dared to plot against her, the worst he could do would be to lose face, and people all over the capital would say that Meng Qingya had to marry the Qian family because she was rejected by the Huo family.

The matchmaker was in a good mood and led Meng Qingya to the front hall to worship.

On the other side of Huo Mansion, Meng Wenyao's sedan landed smoothly at the gate of Zhongyong Hou Mansion. The matchmaker opened the sedan, and Meng Wenyao saw a big hand reaching out to lead Meng Wenyao out of the sedan.

"No, Lord Marquis, this is against the rules."

Amid the commotion all around, the matchmaker smiled and stuffed the wedding silk into Meng Wenyao's hand.

When Meng Wenyao was helped out of the sedan by the maid and matchmaker, Huo Qingping asked in a low voice: "Does the bearer dare to overturn the sedan?"

Meng Wenyao recalled the smooth journey and was about to answer when the matchmaker said, "Oh, Mr. Marquis, you told me before you set off that you just bumped the sedan chair and came back to get thirty pieces. Who dares to bump the sedan chair?" , It’s not a matter of life.”

There was another commotion all around, and someone even shouted loudly: "Qingping, if you don't want to worship me anymore, just take him back to the bridal chamber!"

"Hahaha……"

In the noisy atmosphere, the two formally paid homage, and Meng Wenyao was led to the wedding room by Huo Qingping.

"You sit down for a while first, I'll go to the front hall to toast, and I'll lift my hijab when I come back after the party."

In his previous life, Huo Qingping went out to fight a rebellion on the day of his wedding, and was paralyzed in bed when he came back.

Meng Wenyao didn't know if Huo Qingping would have a chance to come back and lift his hijab after leaving. She hurriedly grabbed Huo Qingping who was about to leave and whispered: "Master Hou, I have something to say to you."

"Brother Huo, it turns out that not only do you have a deep affection for my wife, but my wife is also very attached to you!"

"Hahaha……"

A sudden burst of laughter made Meng Wenyao realize that there were other people in the room. She was so worried that Huo Qingping would never come back that she forgot that there were many people in the wedding room waiting for the wedding.

Then someone continued to joke: "These two were so close to each other at the gate. Qingping, tell me, when did you miss your sister-in-law and ask the old lady to marry you back?"

"That's right, this kid usually pretends to be clean and tidy, but it turns out that he has fallen under his sister-in-law's pomegranate skirt for a long time!"

"Hahaha……"

Seeing this group of people talking more and more brazenly, Huo Qingping pretended to be angry and said: "Ganggun, you are just talking nonsense here. If you have the ability, we will see you at the wine table."

"Let's go have a drink."

"I must drink Qingping down today."

"No way, I'm waiting for the wedding today!"

"Hahaha."

The laughter was getting farther and farther. Meng Wenyao knew that Huo Qingping had left, and sighed helplessly. She didn't know if he would come back. What would she say?

In Qian's Mansion, Meng Qingya sat shyly and happily in the wedding room. It was the first time in two lives that she was waiting for her bridal chamber.

In his previous life, Huo Qingping went straight to the battle on the wedding night and didn't even have time to lift the hijab for her.

This time, such an unfortunate thing will happen to Meng Wenyao.

Despite the lively wedding today, Meng Wenyao will cry sometimes in the future.

She will definitely become the old lady of the pavilion step by step, so that all those who look down upon her today will crawl at her feet in the future.

The night is getting darker, and the noise outside is getting smaller and smaller. Huo Qingping has not come back. Looking at the scene, he may have been ordered to go on an expedition, right?

Meng Wenyao stretched out her hand to lift the hijab on her head, but the sleepy matchmaker held her down.

"Madam, you cannot lift this hijab by yourself. The Marquis will be back soon. Are you waiting?"

She couldn't directly ask if the Marquis had gone on an expedition, so she could only insinuate: "I heard that there is no sound outside. You can ask someone to see if it's over. Where did the Marquis go?"