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

"Yao Yao, Jing'er is a little arrogant now, but I will educate her well. I will watch over her in the future and I will never let her bully you."

These words were very polite, not like what a master would say to a slave. Meng Wenyao, now a palace maid, immediately acted grateful.

"Your Majesty, you are so kind to me. I don't even know how to repay you in the future."

Meng Wenyao's touching words greatly benefited Concubine Qiao. She smiled and said: "You kid, why are you so polite to me? This is called fate. I just like you. It's also your kid who is blessed. He will definitely have great achievements in the future." It’s good fortune.”

They were all people who had lived in the palace for a long time. Meng Wenyao immediately understood what Concubine Qiao meant. Concubine Qiao also had the idea of ​​giving her to the emperor to warm his bed, so now she was really even more powerful.

The two exchanged a few more polite words, and Meng Wenyao returned to her room and pretended to tinker with the balm.

Unconsciously, it was noon, and the weather was getting warmer. After lunch every day, Mrs. Qiao had the habit of taking a nap.

At this time, the entire Yutang Hall would relax, and Meng Wenyao would also take the opportunity to take a rest.

But on this day, as soon as Meng Wenyao took off his shoes, he heard the sound of "The Emperor has arrived" in the palace courtyard.

Everyone said that Yu Wenhu was quite filial to his adoptive mother, but he didn't expect that he would ask for her blessing several times a day.

Meng Wenyao put on her embroidered shoes and sat bored by the window, waiting for her to be summoned.

Sure enough, after only half a cup of tea, Aunt Wan opened the curtain and came in. She said with a smile: "It's a coincidence that Miss Yaoyao didn't take a lunch break. Our emperor came and said that the tea he drank last time was more fragrant. This batch has been a success all morning. , I just wanted to come to our place for a drink of tea. I remember you made the tea last time."

Did she make tea? Meng Wenyao came to Yutang Hall, thinking that she would only serve Concubine Qiao to wash up and put on makeup. What Nanny Wan said was just an excuse.

An excuse for her to go over and serve the emperor for tea.

She smiled knowingly, got up, and went to the tea room with Nanny Wan. She walked slowly into the main hall with the tea that had been brewed.

Seeing Meng Wenyao come in, Concubine Qiao stopped what she was saying and smiled ambiguously: "Your Majesty, try it to see if it tastes the same as last time."

Yu Wenhu passed over the eunuch and took the tea cup directly from Meng Wenyao's hand. With just a slight sniff, he knew it still had the same taste.

"The tea here is getting more and more fragrant."

The words of praise made Mrs. Qiao smile with joy. She pointed at Meng Wenyao and said, "This girl likes to take care of flowers and plants. Ever since she followed me to serve me personally, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere in my palace."

At this moment, Yu Wenhu looked at Meng Wenyao as if nothing had happened. He was still dressed in the same clothes as in the morning, and had the same indifferent expression.

After leaving Yutang Palace in the morning, Yu Wenhu was very entangled with the fact that he was attracted to a palace maid for a while.

Now that he was about to get married and his body was damaged, he, who had never cared much about the harem, was always uncontrollably attracted to the strange fragrance.

Especially after Meng Wenyao served him, the fantasy in his mind had a precise target.

He tried to suppress his charming thoughts, but after lunch, he always felt thirsty and walked to Yutang Hall unknowingly.

Forget it, he is the emperor now, and it is natural for him to do as he pleases.

"So that's what happened."

As soon as Yu Wenhu finished speaking, Concubine Qiao hurriedly ordered Meng Wenyao: "Hurry up and give the emperor another drink."

Meng Wenyao stepped forward and took the empty cup from Yuwenhu's hand, being careful not to touch Yuwenhu's fingers. After slowly pouring a new cup of tea, she gently brought it to Yuwenhu's hand.

Even though he didn't raise his head, he could still feel Yu Wenhu's blazing eyes. She really wanted to hand out the teacup in her hand right away, and then find an opportunity to retreat.

I don’t know if her thoughts were a little confused or if Yu Wenhu didn’t hold it steady on purpose. As soon as she handed the tea cup to Yu Wenhu’s hand, she saw that the cup suddenly fell, and the brown tea soup instantly soaked Yu Wenhu’s clothes. .

When her mind went blank, Yu Wenhu was in a good mood and said, "It's okay, let me change my clothes."

Yu Wenhu raised his feet and walked towards the side hall. Concubine Qiao poked the stunned Meng Wenyao and said, "What are you doing here? Go and make up for it."

When Meng Wenyao was pushed to the side hall by Aunt Wan, she was still in a daze. She planned to push her several times, so as to create more waves in Yu Wenhu's heart.

Now! Forget it, anyway, she can give birth to Yu Wenhu's heir, and her competitiveness is also unique.

She walked into the inner room with her head lowered, and saw that Yu Wenhu was already being served by the eunuchs. He had taken off his outer robe, leaving only the bright yellow inner garment covering him.

She didn't even have to take off her underpants. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, blushing and handing over the new robe.

The little eunuch whispered: "You took it by mistake, bring over those obscene pants."

She really had to change her pants. Meng Wenyao's face instantly turned red with embarrassment. She had to lower her head all the time. When she changed her pants, wouldn't it be that she could see all the beauty in her eyes?

It was so embarrassing that she turned her head to look at the underwear on the screen and hesitated to step forward.

"Just change into a robe."

Yu Wenhu's voice above his head relieved Meng Wenyao from his embarrassment. He smiled and asked, "Why are you still standing?"

Meng Wenyao turned around again and saw all the eunuchs in the room retreating. She was the only one standing one meter away with her outer robe.

She resignedly walked forward with her outer robe, and stood in front of Yuwen's bodyguard.

Yuwenhu was a head taller than Meng Wenyao. She shook off her robe and stood on tiptoes to help Yuwenhu put on a sleeve.

After finally putting on both sleeves, she felt something was wrong with the clothes.

Yu Wenhu stretched out his hands, half-hugging Meng Wenyao, and watched in amusement as the woman in front of him turned redder and redder.

Worried that the girl was too nervous, he lowered his head and kindly reminded her in her ear: "The belt is missing."

Yes, Meng Wenyao slapped her forehead and felt that the robe was too wide. It turned out that she had forgotten the belt. She turned around and looked around, and finally found the belt.

She held the belt and gestured for a long time, and found that she could only put on the belt smoothly if she hugged Yu Wenhu's waist.

Just like that, she carefully stretched out one hand and tried not to touch Yuwen Hu with the other to reach the belt.

However, her arms were not long enough, and even though she was cautious enough, she finally hugged Yu Wenhu's waist.

In an instant, she was held in Yuwenhu's arms, and ambiguous words rang above her head.

"smell good!"

She closed her eyes to relieve her tension. She kept moving her hands and soon pulled both sides of the belt to the front.

Gently pushing Yu Wenhu, she whispered: "Your Majesty, I will tie your belt for you."

Yu Wenhu released his embrace, leaving a palm's length between the two of them, and Meng Wenyao began to tie her belt.