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

Yu Wenhu raised his hand to stop Long Chu and asked everyone to wait where they were. He strolled behind Meng Wenyao alone and caressed Meng Wenyao with one hand.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Meng Wenyao was startled and almost collapsed to the ground, but was hugged by Yu Wenhu.

She secretly thought that Yu Wenhu was too suspicious, but she still needed to give a good explanation now.

"Back to the Emperor, this servant came to the Royal Garden to pick lotus flowers on the order of the princess. It was unexpected to meet the Emperor."

After finishing speaking, Yu Wenhu looked at a few lotus bags with sharp corners emerging by the lake, and joked: "Picking lotus flowers?"

Looking at a piece of green lotus leaf, Meng Wenyao had no choice but to say aggrievedly: "Last night, after the slave made the epiphyllum ointment for the princess, the princess ordered the slave to make the lotus ointment in the morning, and the slave also came to the imperial garden. Only then did I realize that the lotus flowers were not blooming.”

As she said that, she stretched out a hand and pushed the broken hair behind her ear. The rich fragrance of night flowers on her hand finally made Yu Wenhu no longer doubtful.

He picked up one of Meng Wenyao's hands and rubbed it gently, then looked at Meng Wenyao's dark circles and red bloodshot eyes.

His tone became a little lower: "Didn't you sleep all night?"

"Did Yu Wenjing tease you?"

After asking two questions in a row, Meng Wenyao said vaguely as if to escape: "This slave has to go pick lotus flowers. Your Majesty, please hurry up and pay your respects to the concubine, so that the concubine will not be impatient."

Yu Wenhu turned a deaf ear to these words, and even tightened his hold on Meng Wenyao's arm.

Meng Wenyao put her hands on Yu Wenhu's chest and pushed him gently, as if she was about to leave.

Unable to push her with her hands, she began to squirm unnaturally in Yu Wenhu's arms.

The two bodies were close to each other, and Meng Wenyao had a sufficient amount of pills on his body. After a while, Yu Wenhu's breathing became rapid.

The big hand placed on Meng Wenyao's waist also became hot. He said in a hoarse voice: "How about you go to Hanzhang Hall to serve me?"

Meng Wenyao twisted her body for a moment and continued to refuse vigorously: "I am the concubine's personal maid, and I have no intention of clinging to the dragon and the phoenix. Please, Your Majesty..."

Before she finished speaking, she was drowned in Yu Wenhu's enthusiasm.

Things that are too easy to satisfy always make people throw them away quickly. Meng Wenyao wasted no time and fainted in Yu Wenhu's arms.

Yu Wenhu looked at the woman with flushed cheeks and limp body in his arms, and the desire in his heart almost burst out.

However, it was daytime and he was still outside. After taking several deep breaths, he carried Meng Wenyao back to Hanzhang Hall.

In the Yutang Hall, Yu Wenjing held Concubine Qiao's arm and looked through the bead curtain towards the entrance of the hall.

"Brother, hasn't he gone to court yet?"

Seeing that the time was getting later and later, Mrs. Qiao didn't want to wait any longer.

"The Emperor doesn't come here every day. Maybe he won't come today. Let's have a meal first."

Immediately, he ordered the maids to serve the food. Yu Wenjing had no appetite at all for the delicacies on the table. She said with a displeased face: "I won't eat. I'm going to see why the emperor hasn't gone to court yet."

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Concubine Qiao's face darkened and she reprimanded: "In the past, you could go there at will, but there are increasingly no rules."

No matter how domineering she was in the harem, Yu Wenjing knew that the former court was not something she could go to casually, so she had no choice but to sit down and have breakfast with Concubine Qiao reluctantly.

After breakfast, Yu Wenjing was anxious to go back and learn from Meng Wenyao, so she said goodbye to Mrs. Qiao.

"Mother, I'm going back first."

"Don't worry, I haven't been to your palace for a long time. It just so happened that Yaoyao made Epiphyllum ointment this time. I liked the smell and went back with you to have a look."

Seeing that the balm was fake, Mrs. Qiao was really worried that Yu Wenjing would bully Meng Wenyao. That was the person she planned to push into bed, and she couldn't let Yu Wenjing offend her too much.

Now it was just right, Yu Wenjing bullied her a little, and she went over to comfort him, one white face and one red face, just enough to hold Meng Wenyao tightly.

But Yu Wenjing didn't think so. She refused and said, "The sun is getting up now. My mother and concubine are resting in the palace. Yaoyao is making lotus balm today. You can go and take a look at it in the evening."

"Lotus? Are the lotus blooming now?"

Concubine Qiao asked casually, and Yu Wenjing suddenly remembered that she was deliberately trying to embarrass Meng Wenyao, and quickly added in a panic: "It's almost open. When I come back, I asked Yaoyao to go to the Imperial Garden to have a look. Maybe it's open. I’ll go back and take a look first, and if I can really make lotus balm, I’ll bring you a box in the evening.”

Yu Wenjing's obvious obstruction set off alarm bells in Mrs. Qiao's heart. She asked Aunt Wan, "What on earth is Yaoyao doing?"

"Pick lotus flowers!" Yu Wenjing replied hurriedly before Wan Wan could speak.

But Mrs. Qiao obviously didn't believe it anymore. She threw away Yu Wenjing's support and walked quickly to Qionghua Palace.

If Meng Wenyao is bullied miserably by Yu Wenjing this time, it is not certain whether Mrs. Qiao will accept her affection if Meng Wenyao is favored in the future.

She wanted to eliminate this unpleasantness as soon as possible and try to make up for Meng Wenyao's resentment.

It's a pity that she has no chance. At this time, Meng Wenyao is having a sweet dream in Hanzhang Hall.

She was carried all the way back to Hanzhang Hall by Yu Wenhu. She was pretending to be faint, but then she really fell asleep.

Yu Wenhu stared at her sleeping face for a while, then walked out of the palace and called the eunuch in charge.

"Has this woman been identified?"

The chief eunuch wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a guilty conscience: "Most of it is already understood."

"This palace maid named Yaoyao is the former flower palace maid in the East Palace. She is not familiar with the former crown princess. She was asked by Princess Qiao to serve her because she cured the seventh princess's face."

"I think that Yaoyao is either Mrs. Qiao's person, who is used to please the emperor, or she is the spy of the Southern Tang Princess, who is doing nothing but trying to win over the emperor."

But no matter which way it is, Meng Wenyao doesn't seem to be here for assassination. At least at this time, if Yuwenhu dies, it may not be a good thing for Southern Tang and Xixia.

As for if he has a child in the future, it is hard to say whether the Xixia Princess will kill him and become the Queen Mother.

At least now, Meng Wenyao's existence does not pose much danger.

"If we continue to investigate, we must investigate all eight generations of her ancestors."

The chief eunuch took the order and went forward. Yuwen Hu returned to the inner hall and stared at Meng Wenyao in a daze again.

A voice told her that she was just a weak woman and that she was favored.

Another voice jumped out and retorted: "You have escaped death many times in your life, but you must not fall into the hands of a woman."

Just like that, he was agitated for a while, calm and self-possessed for a while, but in the end, reason was stronger than lust, and he went to the imperial study room to review the papers.

On the other side, Mrs. Qiao searched the Imperial Garden and Qionghua Palace, but there was no trace of Meng Wenyao.

She suddenly thought of an idea and asked with a sullen face: "Did you kill Yaoyao?"

Yu Wenjing was so frightened that she stepped back, waved her hands and said, "Why am I the kind of person who kills people randomly? I really just let her go to the Royal Garden to pick lotus flowers."