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

"You are just jealous of me and jealous that I can live a normal life as a couple, so you deliberately say that your cousin is fine and make me feel uncomfortable, right?"

She was so excited that she grabbed Meng Wenyao's wrist and shook it constantly. Meng Wenyao frowned when she grabbed her.

"You scratched me."

After finally rescuing her hand from Wu Qinfang, Meng Wenyao opened her sleeves and saw that her wrists were red.

Just when she lifted it up like this, Wu Qinfang saw the bruises on Meng Wenyao's arms with sharp eyes. She suddenly lifted up Meng Wenyao's sleeves and stood blankly on the spot.

Meng Wenyao Shi Shiran put down his sleeves and said awkwardly: "Master Hou is a rough man and behaves rudely, but it makes my cousin laugh."

Wu Qinfang finally believed it now. She stumbled back a few steps, fell onto a chair, and cried and laughed.

"God must be kidding me, hehehe."

She had dreamed of marrying Huo Qingping since she was a child, but a master said that Huo Qingping's wife died young, allowing Meng Wenyao to take advantage of her.

Later, he finally made up his mind to be Huo Qingping's concubine, but Huo Qingping was physically injured.

And now, on the third day of her marriage, no, it was the second day, Huo Qingping got better.

How ironic, how sad, God was playing tricks on her on purpose.

She saw Meng Wenyao sitting on an armchair, the bright sunshine filtering through the window, and her whole body was so charming that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Jealousy and unwillingness surged into her heart instantly. She looked at Meng Wenyao gloomily and gritted her teeth and said, "Don't be complacent. I'm afraid you still don't know why Zhongyong Marquis married you into the house, right?"

Meng Wenyao tightened her hand on the handkerchief. This was indeed something she had never figured out. She pretended not to care and said, "Of course, the Marquis and I have the same horoscope, and we are destined to be a couple."

"The horoscopes are compatible, hahaha, but they are not a match. The master infers that if your cousin's first wife dies early, you will also be damaged. Only your horoscopes accompanying your cousin can help your cousin escape the disaster, but you yourself will still be premature. Death."

"The reason why you are alive and kicking until now is because your cousin has never touched you. Now that you have consummated your marriage and are a real couple, it's time for your miserable life to come to an end."

No wonder Wu Qinfang didn't become Huo Qingping's first wife. It turned out to be because she was afraid of death!

Thinking of the original owner who was no longer in this world, Meng Wenyao closed her eyes, exhaled deeply, tightened the handkerchief in her hand, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I will disappoint my cousin, I'm very lucky."

"But then again, even if I die, my cousin and the Marquis will have no hope anymore."

The two looked at each other and regarded each other as lifelong enemies. Wu Qinfang sneered and said: "As long as you die, who else will this mistress of the Hou Mansion be than me?"

"Oh, my cousin must live to be a hundred years old, because the fortune teller said that I can live to be 99. Oh, by the way, I also need Mr. Hou to live to that age. Otherwise, my cousin would be holding Mr. Hou's hand. Marriage in line?"

Wu Qinfang's face turned blue and white as he was ridiculed by Meng Wenyao. He didn't want to stay here anymore, so he waved his hand and left.

After sending Wu Qinfang and his wife away, Meng Wenyao returned to the room and saw Huo Qingping sitting and waiting for him.

Thinking of not getting much sleep all night, Meng Wenyao was so frightened that her legs went weak and she was about to fall down. The quick-moving Huo Qingping took advantage of the situation and caught her in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I have something serious to say."

Meng Wenyao nodded obediently and took away Huo Qingping's restless hand without leaving a trace, not forgetting to take the opportunity to pinch Huo Qingping's hand.

Amused by Meng Wenyao, Huo Qingping pinched her nose and said angrily: "Naughty."

"Humph, I also have something important to ask the Marquis!"

Hearing that Meng Wenyao's tone was quite unkind, Huo Qingping finally stopped teasing and said seriously: "But Wu Qinfang bullied you again?"

Raising her head to look at Huo Qingping, Meng Wenyao stared into his eyes and said seriously: "Our identities are so different. Why did the Marquis ask me to marry a concubine who is a fifth-grade official?"

"The marriage was decided by the old lady." Huo Qingping tactically did not answer directly.

"But isn't it strange, Lord Marquis? Why did the old lady choose a concubine with such a low status? Why is it not Wu Qinfang, whom the old lady has always been optimistic about? Also, I heard that the old lady has been dating you two before. Why didn't it work out in the end? What's the secret behind it?"

The arms around Meng Wenyao were getting tighter and tighter. Huo Qingping's eyes were dark and his lips were pursed tightly. He knew that Meng Wenyao would not give up. He slowly exhaled and raised his eyebrows: "Why do you think it is?"

Meng Wenyao did not answer, but looked at Huo Qingping stubbornly, quite determined not to give up.

"Hey, that's all. I'll tell you."

"The old lady wholeheartedly hopes that I can marry Wu Qinfang, but Fang'er is too arrogant and not stable enough to be the mistress of the Hou family, and I have always regarded her as my sister. If I refuse directly, I will definitely hurt the old lady. Jun and Fang'er's heart was in awe, so I found a master whom the old lady trusted, saying that my original wife died early, and this made the old lady give up the idea of ​​marrying Wu Qinfang to me."

"Did the Marquis design all this?" Meng Wenya asked in surprise.

But the original owner was indeed gone. She felt that there might be other inside stories here. When she was about to ask again, Huo Qingping lowered his head and asked.

After a violent storm, Meng Wenyao was so dizzy that she could no longer think. At this time, Huo Qingping began to say the serious things he said seriously.

"Yesterday, your sister said that there were love letters between you and Su He. Do you have any thoughts in your heart?"

Meng Wenyao had been pestered by Huo Qingping since she came back from Meng's Mansion yesterday, and it was only now that she remembered to deal with this matter.

"Someone is betraying me, but I am too lazy to find out who it is. Those who came with me as dowries are all given by my mother, and the deeds of betrayal are all in my mother's hands. There are always hidden dangers in these people, so I will get rid of them even if I want. "

"That's exactly what I meant. Most of the old people in our house were trained by the old lady. Now that you are the mistress, you also need to train some of your own people. I want to release a group of people from the house, and then Choose some from Zhuangzi.”

These re-elected people will definitely only recognize Meng Wenyao as the mistress. Huo Qingping's suggestion is to completely hand over the Hou Mansion to Meng Wenyao and replace her from top to bottom.

She hugged Huo Qingping's neck very well and said coquettishly: "Master Hou, you really love me."

"Really? Why don't I want to hurt you so much at night?"

The ambiguous voice made Meng Wenyao instantly understand that this was not a good time for teasing. She quickly sat up straight and said seriously: "Master Marquis, is there anything else you want to say?"

Huo Qingping coughed, suppressed his restlessness, and continued: "I heard that your sister bullied you since you were a child. Now they are getting married and are trying their best to provoke each other. What are you thinking?"