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

The water prepared by the maids was a bit hot. When Meng Wenyao was put down, she was suddenly scalded and instinctively hugged Huo Qingping's neck tightly.

Meng Wenyao's actions made Huo Qingping chuckle, and said ambiguously: "So reluctant to separate from me? Don't worry, I won't let you go alone."

"The water is too hot." Meng Wenyao's anger was drowned in the sound of Huo Qingping entering the water.

Sitting down with Meng Wenyao in his arms, Huo Qingping's hands wandered freely in the water, and he kept rubbing Meng Wenyao's earlobe with the tip of his nose.

"What did you say? Too hot?"

"No, it's itchy ~ Mr. Hou."

Meng Wenyao's words disappeared intermittently into the rolling water.

None of the maids and wives outside the door dared to leave. They stared at the closed door and began to discuss cautiously.

"I just saw that Madam seems to be looking good. She probably hasn't been beaten."

"But I saw several bruises on Madam's neck. She was wrapped in a quilt to prevent us from seeing it. Maybe there are still a lot of bruises underneath her body."

When he was lying down, there was a well-informed nanny. She walked to the bathroom, put her ear to the window and listened inside. But within a moment, she felt as if she had been burned by the window, and left quickly.

"Mommy, what did you hear?"

Several maids swarmed around the nanny. Looking at the group of unmarried maids, the nanny said with some difficulty: "Master Marquis and Madam, I'm afraid they have already consummated their marriage."

"No way, isn't the Marquis injured and unable to have sex?"

The maids didn't believe it and ran to the corner to listen.

In the bathtub, as the clouds and rain began to subside, Huo Qingping looked at Meng Wenyao, who was already paralyzed by exhaustion, and sighed to himself with a face of satisfaction: "In this kind of thing, hard work can make up for failure. It seems that more practice is needed."

On the second day, Meng Wenyao was woken up by the maid.

"Madam, wake up quickly. Will the old lady invite you over?"

When Meng Wenyao opened her eyes, she felt that there was no part of her body that was not sore. She fainted from exhaustion several times last night and was woken up by Huo Qingping again.

She didn't plan to get out of bed today because her body couldn't support it, and the old lady didn't like to see her.

She said in a daze: "What does the old lady ask me to do? I won't go!"

He was about to fall asleep when the maid held her head with one hand. She heard the maid say urgently: "Madam, my cousin is coming home. Can't you not go?"

"What, why didn't Wu Qinfang go to Wu's house when she came home?" Meng Wenyao asked confused.

"I heard that I went to Wu's house in the morning and came to our house at noon. The Marquis is already in the front yard with my new uncle. Please hurry and go to Rong'an Hall to accompany my cousin."

Half an hour later, Meng Wenyao struggled to arrive at Rongan Hall. When he saluted the old lady, his legs were so sore that he almost fell down.

The old lady looked disgusted and pretended she didn't see anything, but Wu Qinfang's face was full of joy. She pinched her orchid finger and said sarcastically: "Didn't the Meng family teach you etiquette? You can't even salute well."

Meng Wenyao rubbed her sore waist and looked at Wu Qinfang's lively appearance, feeling a little curious.

"My cousin is newly married, and she is surprisingly energetic. Could it be that my uncle loves my cousin so much that he doesn't bother her much during sex?"

This is a blatant satire on Wu Qinfang's husband because he is powerless and has trouble having sex.

Wu Qinfang stood up angrily and blurted out: "My cousin is so shameless. No matter how bad my husband is, he won't be able to do anything better than my cousin."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that they were a knife stabbing the old lady's heart.

I saw the old lady holding her chest and rolling her eyes. She was so frightened that several people hurriedly cheered and gave them water. It took a while before they recovered.

"Grandma, Fang'er is outspoken. She didn't mean to say anything about my cousin."

The old lady waved her hands feebly and said weakly: "That's all, since you are married, remember that trouble comes from your mouth in the future. Don't talk out of your mind like this."

"Thank you grandma for your teaching."

Wu Qinfang glanced at Meng Wenyao and became angry again. She complained: "It's all my cousin's fault. If she hadn't ridiculed my husband, how could I have insulted my cousin with words?"

Meng Wenyao held the handkerchief and pressed the corner of her mouth, and chuckled: "This is strange. As a sister-in-law, I care about my cousin. Why does it seem ironic to my cousin? I really don't understand good people."

"What kind of kindness can you have? If I'm not my cousin, why don't you curse my husband? Do you have to wake up early and have a sore back in order for sex to go smoothly?"

Seeing Wu Qinfang's indignant look, Meng Wenyao blinked her big eyes and nodded seriously: "Isn't it?"

"Don't men spend all night toiling in the wedding days? My cousin is so refreshed. It looks like my cousin-in-law has exerted too much strength elsewhere and is unable to do what he wants here."

"You, you are talking nonsense. Are you telling your newly married man that he must spend half the night?"

Wu Qinfang's fingers kept shaking with anger. She had just gotten married, and Meng Wenyao either cursed her husband for not being able to have sex, or instigated her husband to have someone else. It was really abominable.

"You don't know people, and you are talking nonsense here. You are just jealous. You deserve to be unable to enjoy the pleasures of life."

Meng Wenyao, who was drinking water, almost choked on her mouthful of water. The maid behind her hurriedly patted her back considerately.

The other maid did not seize the opportunity to serve Meng Wenyao and glared at Wu Qinfang. She was just a cousin, and she acted like before, the unofficial mistress of the Zhongyong Hou Mansion.

"I'm afraid my cousin doesn't know. Our Marquis is already well. Yesterday he and his wife consummated their marriage. He called for water seven times in one night. Our wife was so tortured by the Marquis that she didn't sleep all night. Now her whole body aches and her luggage is all gone. Waddled."

"Madam is also because the Marquis is too brave, and she thought that all men are like this. Who would have thought that my cousin is so unhelpful and makes my cousin misunderstand that Madam is mocking you. My cousin has really wronged Madam."

Wu Qinfang didn't understand what the maid meant by saying so much, but the old lady, who was lying weakly, suddenly sat up and said in surprise: "What did you say, Qingping is over? The marriage has been consummated?"

With so many eyes looking over at him, Meng Wenyao's face turned red and she said shyly: "Go back to grandma, Lord Marquis is well and in good health."

"Okay, God bless, my Huo family will not be extinct."

"Quickly, help me go to the ancestral hall to offer incense."

The old lady helped the maid as she walked out. When she passed by Meng Wenyao, she stopped and kept praising: "You are lucky and a good boy."

When the old lady walked out of the room, Wu Qinfang fell down on the armchair in a daze and murmured: "Impossible, this is impossible. I asked my cousin's personal guards and the injury happened to be in the abdomen, and the imperial doctor said it couldn't be cured. It can’t be good, how is it possible?”

She lost her mind and muttered to herself for a long time, then focused on Meng Wenyao's face, and suddenly became excited.

"You lied to me, right?"