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

There is indeed some truth to this. Concubine Qiao, who had never experienced any competition for favor in the harem, was in a dilemma.

Thinking that it was still early tomorrow morning anyway, it would not be too late for her to decide tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Meng Wenyao helped Mrs. Qiao put on her makeup under Yu Wenjing's eager eyes. As soon as everything was over, Yu Wenjing handed the teacup in her hand to Meng Wenyao.

"The tea is too hot, please blow it on for me."

Meng Wenyao knew from Yu Wenjing's expression that she had no good intentions. She stretched out her hand tentatively, but her hand was withdrawn at any time.

Even though she was prepared, she was shocked by Yu Wenjing's blatantness. Yu Wenjing moved the tea cup forward and poured it on Meng Wenyao's clothes impatiently.

"Why are you waiting? I can't even hold the tea steady."

Everyone in the room knew that Yu Wenjing was deliberately trying to embarrass Meng Wenyao, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to peek.

After sighing, Mrs. Qiao said: "Yao Yao, go down. You don't need to wait here anymore."

As soon as Meng Wenyao left, Mrs. Qiao became a little angry: "The tea is so hot, are you going to pour it directly on her hands?"

At this time, the sound of "The Emperor has arrived" came from the courtyard. Yu Wenjing ignored Mrs. Qiao and went out happily.

Breakfast was as usual, but the emperor looked around and didn't see Meng Wenyao, and the familiar aroma didn't come, and his appetite suddenly disappeared.

Yu Wenjing didn't know this, but after finally getting Meng Wenyao away, she stood up and said coquettishly: "Let me serve the emperor's brother today."

She enthusiastically picked up all of Yu Wenhu's favorite foods one by one. Yu Wenhu picked up the chopsticks in anticipation of Yu Wenjing, but after a few bites, he put down the chopsticks.

Before Meng Wenyao showed up, he didn't want to stay any longer, so he stood up and left.

"There are many things going on in the imperial study, so I won't accompany the concubine."

Concubine Qiao stood up to see her off: "The emperor naturally takes state affairs as his top priority."

As soon as the emperor's clothes disappeared from the courtyard gate, Yu Wenjing burst into tears.

In her understanding, Meng Wenyao only served Yuwenhu once, and it was not enough to affect Yuwenhu's mood, so she did not expect that Meng Wenyao was the reason why Yuwenhu left.

She just felt that Yu Wenhu was a little neglectful of her and was dissatisfied.

"Mother and concubine, what's going on, brother? Doesn't she stop loving me?"

Concubine Qiao hugged Yu Wenjing distressedly and comforted: "How could it be? There are so many princesses in this palace, and he only treats you as his sister."

"Then why did the Emperor treat me so coldly these two times?"

"Maybe your brother is just worried about state affairs. Don't be sad."

After Yu Wenhu left Yutang Hall, the evil fire in his heart had nowhere to dissipate.

He went to Xixia when he was seven years old, and endured a lot of inhuman torture. He never felt comfortable for a day. When he came back from Xixia with troops, he was forced to eat Juezi's decoction. He looked at the end of his days. , already despairing.

Unexpectedly, I smelled a strange fragrance in Yutang Hall that day, and my body started to feel strangely restless.

When the woman with the fragrance lingering around her body was waiting beside him, he suddenly wanted to hold her in his arms.

He was walking towards the Imperial Study Room when he suddenly stopped, turned around and walked towards the Yutang Hall. The more he walked, the more anxious he became. When he arrived outside the Yutang Hall, under a rose stand, he unexpectedly saw the woman who had made him toss and turn last night.

I saw her holding a bamboo basket and picking fresh flowers from the rose stand one by one.

He quietly walked forward and stood still one step behind the woman, with the tantalizing fragrance floating all over his body.

Unconsciously, I want to get closer and closer.

Meng Wenyao was picking flowers one by one, and suddenly she saw the best blooming one on top of her head. She stretched out her hand to reach for it.

She stood on tiptoes, stretched out her white and tender hands, and tried her best to stretch upwards. Unfortunately, her fingers could only touch a few petals and could not fully reach the flower.

Just when she was about to give up, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind and gently pressed the delicate flower in front of Meng Wenyao's eyes.

Meng Wenyao was startled and turned around to see Yu Wenhu looking at her with a smile.

"See the Emperor."

"Why don't you pick it off?"

The two of them spoke at the same time, but were both stunned. After Yu Wenhu excused himself, Meng Wenyao cut off the flower with scissors and gently placed it in the flower basket.

"My servant has already picked it. Thank you for your help, Your Majesty."

After saying that, before Yu Wenhu could react, she took two steps back, then turned around and trotted into the palace courtyard of Yutangdian.

Yu Wenhu, who stayed where he was, watched the beautiful figure disappear and said inexplicably: "Did I scare her?"

The eunuch behind him didn't quite understand, so he asked tentatively: "Why don't the Emperor go and ask Concubine Qiao?"

Yu Wenhu rubbed a rose on his hand, put his finger to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said with a smile: "Forget it."

He didn't want anyone to know about these subtle little thoughts.

Meng Wenyao in the palace courtyard, thinking of Yu Wenhu's lost state just now, knew that it was only a matter of time before things happened.

Carrying the flower basket, she walked briskly to her room, and happened to meet Yu Wenjing coming out of the main hall.

Looking from afar, she immediately knelt down and saluted. She didn't hear the sound of Yu Wenjing leaving for a long time, and then she raised her head slightly and realized that Yu Wenjing had already arrived in front of her.

"I heard from my mother that you are good at using flowers to make beauty and beauty balms?"

Yu Wenjing casually took out a flower from the flower basket, tore off the petals one by one and threw them to the ground.

Meng Wenyao took a deep breath and said respectfully: "Thanks to the concubine's compliment, I just know how to make some gadgets."

When the last petal was thrown down, Yu Wenjing threw the flower branch on the ground. As if she was not satisfied yet, she took out another flower from the flower basket, threw it on the ground, and crushed it again and again with her feet.

"The flowers in this palace are so dazzling, but as long as I don't like them, no matter how beautiful the flowers bloom, they can only roll in the mud. Don't rely on your beauty, you have I think that you are still of some use, and if you appear in front of the emperor again, this flower will be yours."

Yu Wenjing's warning words reached Meng Wenyao's ears word by word, and she rolled her eyes silently.

She is just a princess who has some capital thanks to Yu Wenhu's favor, and she really thinks she can make a difference in this harem.

If she hadn't wanted to have more trouble with Yu Wenhu during the ambiguous stage, tomorrow she would have made Yu Wenjing the unloved wretch again.

"The princess taught you a lesson, please remember it carefully."

After all, Meng Wenyao had not made any mistakes yet, and Yu Wenjing had to consider Mrs. Qiao's preferences, so she left with a few harsh words.

Meng Wenyao didn't take these things seriously, but Princess Qiao, who wanted to elevate Meng Wenyao to the position of her favorite concubine so that she could help her in the future, immediately comforted Meng Wenyao.