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

Yu Wenhu had no idea that Meng Wenyao might be pregnant. He calmly sent for an imperial doctor and comforted Meng Wenyao, saying, "The weather is getting hotter and hotter now. Are you craving for cold drinks and eating iced drinks?"

Meng Wenyao leaned in Yu Wenhu's arms and said feebly: "No, my servant. I got up late and didn't eat anything in the morning. I just spent some time with the emperor at noon."

"Isn't this lunch greasy?"

Yu Wenhu muttered and said, "The weather is hot, so we should eat lighter in the future."

Soon the imperial doctor rushed over in a hurry. After seeing the ceremony, he wanted to take Yuwenhu's pulse.

"I'm fine. Check Yaoyao's pulse."

As the judge of Taiyuan Hospital, he was actually asked to take the pulse of a palace maid. The judge's face looked a little unnatural at that time, but under Yu Wenhu's majesty, he helplessly stretched out two fingers.

They just chatted casually, and then asked a few questions about Meng Wenyao's diet, and said, "It's because I've eaten so much that I'll be fine if you starve for three days."

A palace maid was so pampered and arrogant that she asked the court judge to do it himself. She starved for three days to make Meng Wenyao have a memory.

If she doesn't teach her a lesson this time, she might still be able to dominate her in the future.

The court judge didn't even prescribe any medicine, so he stood up and left.

Meng Wenyao looked at the disappearing imperial doctor in disbelief. She pointed at herself and then at the imperial doctor who walked out. She wanted to scold the doctor for being a quack, but she also felt that it was because the month was too shallow and the medical skills of the imperial doctor were not good enough.

She lowered her hands feebly. After two days, her pulse would be more stable, and she would see the imperial doctor again.

Unexpectedly, Yu Wenhu really planned to starve her that night.

Meng Wenyao hadn't eaten anything all day, and she couldn't stand it anymore if she didn't eat at night.

"Your Majesty, I'm probably well now. I can eat something light." She said weakly.

"No, the court judge said that you can only regulate your stomach when you are hungry."

Seeing Yu Wenhu feasting happily, Meng Wenyao watched from the side and trembled with anger.

Her aggrieved look finally aroused Yu Wenhu's pity, and he coaxed: "Drink a little porridge, but not more."

Meng Wenyao nodded obediently, sipped the porridge in small sips, and finished it slowly. Suddenly, her stomach became turbulent.

Yu Wenhu sighed silently. Seeing that Meng Wenyao was in such pain and couldn't bear to complain, he had to silently call the imperial doctor over again.

"Your Majesty, the imperial physician told me not to eat during the day. If he finds out, I am worried about being reprimanded by him. Can you change to another imperial physician?"

Gently patting Meng Wenyao's back, Yu Wenhu said with a smile: "He is the judge of the Taiyuan Hospital. This Hanzhang Palace is called the Imperial Physician. How could he not know the reason? That's all. We Yaoyao are thin-skinned when we go to bed. I will replace it for you." An imperial physician."

After lighting the incense, a younger imperial physician came to Hanzhang Hall.

After he saluted, he said cautiously: "The official came here in a hurry and forgot to check the noble's pulse. I also asked the noble to tell you the symptoms of discomfort."

Meng Wenyao knew that this was a polite statement from the imperial doctor. The court judge must have thought that she was from a bad background and had no status, so there was no trace of her life at all.

It was rare for a new imperial doctor to be so polite. Meng Wenyao said: "I just vomited after lunch, and there was still some burning in my stomach. I had a light dinner, and I vomited right after eating."

These three or two sentences made the young imperial doctor's vision brighten. He stammered: "Then when was the last time your noble lord came to Kwai Shui?"

Meng Wenyao pretended to be ignorant and said: "It seems that after coming to Hanzhang Hall, I haven't come to Kuishui for about a month and a half."

The imperial doctor's eyes were brighter now, and he hurriedly begged: "I would like to ask you to stretch out your wrist and let me take your pulse."

Covering it with a handkerchief, the young imperial physician took the pulse carefully and couldn't help but smile in surprise: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, this is your pulse. Your pulse is happy."

With this congratulation, congratulations immediately sounded in Hanzhang Palace: "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor, happy to have the dragon son."

After hearing these congratulations, Meng Wenyao covered her mouth and laughed shyly. She didn't see Yu Wenhu move for a long time. She looked up and saw Yu Wenhu's brows were furrowed and his eyes were blank.

She gently pulled Yu Wenhu's sleeve: "Your Majesty, did you hear that? You have a son."

At this time, Yu Wenhu recovered from the shock, and he asked again in a deep voice: "Are you sure?"

The young imperial physician was calmed by Yu Wenhu's expression, and said hesitantly: "It looks like it. Maybe the minister is not very talented and has poor academic skills. Please ask the emperor to ask other imperial physicians to come and check his pulse."

"allow!"

After another stick of incense, seven or eight imperial doctors came together to check Meng Wenyao's pulse. After a pleasant exchange, the imperial doctors came to a unanimous conclusion.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, you are truly happy."

At this time, Yu Wenhu finally showed a happy expression. He circled Meng Wenyao's waist and carefully used the clothes to gently touch her.

"Rewards, rewards for many, rewards for all!"

Immediately, everyone in Hanzhang Hall beamed with joy, and Meng Wenyao also pouted and said: "When the imperial doctor said that I was pregnant, the emperor's face looked ugly, and I thought that the emperor did not want to give birth to a bastard before his legitimate son. "

Speaking of this, Yu Wenhu thought of when he was a hostage in Xixia, the emperor of Xixia personally watched him take the poison, and promised: "This poison will damage your fertility, but my imperial sister has already eaten it." Antidote, when you return to the Northern Wei Dynasty and seize the status, as long as you make my sister the queen, there will be no problems in the inheritance of your Yuwen family."

He was alone as a hostage and had no right to choose. After leading his troops back to the Northern Wei Dynasty, he asked the hospital judge and several old doctors to personally detoxify him.

Unfortunately, after taking various decoctions, he never responded to women, and he gave up at that time.

Now that Meng Wenyao was able to get pregnant, either Meng Wenyao was physically gifted and could not react to his poison.

Or, this Meng Wenyao was a spy from Xixia and came here after taking the antidote.

He stroked Meng Wenyao's hair lovingly. Even if Meng Wenyao was a spy of Xixia, he would instigate Meng Wenyao to rebel.

As long as Meng Wenyao gives birth to a son, there is no need for him to marry Xixia in order to have a child.

He rubbed Meng Wenyao's cheek affectionately and said dotingly: "If you can give birth to a son, he will be my legitimate son."

It is always better to have children with a beautiful and weak woman than with that devil from Xixia.

He had been in Xixia for so many years and suffered so much inhuman torture. If it weren't for the fact that his child was manipulated by Xixia, he would have entered Xixia with a knife.

Meng Wenyao pretended not to believe that Yu Wenhu would make her the queen, and said coquettishly: "The emperor will coax the slave. You will be the queen in a few months. How can the slave give birth to a son before then? You are deliberately teasing me." Where is my concubine?"