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

Kissing Meng Wenyao's forehead, Yuwen Hu smiled and said: "I will postpone the date of confinement until early tomorrow morning, and we will wait until you give birth."

"What if this slave gives birth to a daughter?" Meng Wenyao asked.

Yu Wenhu rubbed his brows, as if he didn't want this to happen, but he still said seriously: "Then give it another try. When you can't have a son at all, I will consider marriage again."

"The emperor is just joking. Your servant is still so young. If you continue to give birth until you are thirty, it will take more than ten years. How can the princesses of the two countries wait for you for more than ten years?"

"I will remarry if I can't wait for them. I don't want to marry them anyway."

After fighting alone for such a long time, the moment Yu Wenhu learned that he had a child, he suddenly felt weak and wanted to find someone to rely on. He hugged Meng Wenyao tightly and buried his head in Meng Wenyao's neck, vaguely. Said: "Yao Yao, you must stay with me and never leave me. As long as you don't betray me, I will protect you."

"How could this slave betray the emperor?" Meng Wenyao promised softly.

Standing up suddenly, Yuwenhu stared into Meng Wenyao's eyes and said, "Yaoyao, you are pregnant with my child. No matter what you have done or hidden from me, as long as you tell me now, I will forgive you."

Meng Wenyao met Yu Wenhu's eyes and judged the possibility that Yu Wenhu knew her true identity. Finally, she shook her head and said: "This slave has never concealed anything from the emperor."

The two looked at each other for a long time. Yu Wenhu sighed and hugged Meng Wenyao back into his arms.

He knew that it was not easy for a spy to be incited to rebel, but as time went by and he would have children in the future, he was sure that Meng Wenyao would eventually put her heart into him.

The two of them had a rare night of warm and quiet sleep. Early the next morning, Yuwen Hu reluctantly went to the morning court.

He had decided to have Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites discuss it in the morning and write a letter to the two countries. He would observe mourning for his father for three years and marry the two countries after the period of mourning.

Sitting high on the dragon chair, Yu Wenhu was in a good mood, but since he had used the excuse of observing filial piety, Yu Wenhu quickly changed to a sad expression.

"I often dreamed about the late emperor, saying that he died miserably, which made me feel uneasy. I decided to keep my mourning for the late emperor for three years."

All the ministers looked like they had seen a ghost. Is this the same emperor who observed mourning for 27 days and then asked everyone to take off their mourning clothes?

Why is my forehead so hot that I have to put on the mourning clothes that I took off again?

But who calls someone an emperor? He has the freedom to take off and wear mourning clothes.

"Your Majesty is filial. The late Emperor is still alive in heaven. He will definitely be very pleased."

After the courtiers complimented him, Yu Wenhu began to look for the minister of Honglu Temple to discuss how to write the letter of credence.

As soon as he made eye contact with the head of Honglu Temple, the head of Honglu Temple walked out first.

Yuwenhu nodded happily. This minister was very discerning. He could tell with just one look that Yuwenhu wanted to postpone the title of queen and promote him in the future.

I heard the minister of Honglu Temple say loudly: "Your Majesty, early this morning, envoys from Xixia came to the city and asked to see our emperor."

It seems that there are no envoys from the Southern Tang Dynasty yet. Yu Wenhu thought that if Xixia envoys came, he would not have to go out of the country to send the credentials.

"Who is coming?" Yu Wenhu asked.

If the level was too low, he would not receive it in person. Looking at the people in Xixia, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist stabbing one of them.

"Reporting to your Majesty, the Xixia envoy is none other than Xixia Princess Ashina."

The courtiers lowered their heads and did not hear the emperor's answer for a long time. Someone boldly raised their heads and saw Yuwen Hu glaring at the minister of Honglu Temple with a face as black as ink.

That expression seemed like he was about to pull Honglu Temple Qing out and kill him in the next second.

Fortunately, Yu Wenhu quickly controlled his anger and said coldly: "The Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple will start arranging various reception matters and retreat from the court!"

The Princess of Xixia came directly to the Northern Wei Dynasty, and she must be very interested in getting married. At this time, if she wants to postpone the marriage, she still needs to have a good discussion.

Yu Wenhu, who was so angry that he wanted to kill someone with a knife, came to the imperial study room and saw the magistrate of Taiyuan Hospital waiting to give him a safe pulse.

Thinking that Meng Wenyao was almost misdiagnosed by this hospital last night, Yu Wenhu became even more angry.

"Did you hear about the wedding in the harem last night?"

The hospital judged him for a while. After taking his pulse at Hanzhang Hall yesterday, he left the palace and went home directly. Today he also came to the Imperial Study Room early in the morning and had not yet gone to the Taiyuan Hospital to take a pulse.

"Back to the Emperor, I was not on duty last night, and I didn't have time to go to the Imperial Hospital this morning. I wonder if one of the nobles in the harem is pregnant?"

"The one who took your pulse yourself."

At this time, the court judge couldn't stand. Yesterday evening, he was in a hurry to get off duty and go home, and did not check his pulse carefully.

More importantly, he knew that Yu Wenhu was not in good health and did not think about pregnancy at all.

Moreover, Meng Wenyao was just a palace maid. It was already a shame for him to condescend to take her pulse, so how could he treat her with all his heart?

Now that he heard that Meng Wenyao was pregnant, he kept sweating on his forehead and said anxiously: "The emperor once said that your body is damaged and it is difficult to give birth. Could it be that other imperial doctors made a wrong diagnosis?"

Regarding this, Yu Wenhu was a little worried. The imperial doctor who checked the pulse last night was a bit young and lacked sufficient experience.

"Then go over and take a look."

After burning a stick of incense, Meng Wenyao, who was sleeping, was held by Yuwen and his pulse was checked.

After a long while, the court judge shook his body and said: "Your Majesty, your nobleman has a weak sign of slippery pulse. It is too weak. I think to be on the safe side, we should wait for another half month to check the pulse."

Yuwenhu was very unhappy when he said this. He urgently needed to prove that he was still fertile, and then he could plan to get rid of Princess Xixia as soon as possible.

If he had to wait for half a month, wouldn't he have to deal with Princess Xixia for a few more days? He was afraid that he could not help but poison Ashina.

"You are the court judge and the oldest in the Imperial Hospital. How come the young Imperial Doctor was able to pull it out last night? But you are not sure. Is it possible that your abilities are not as good as those of young people?"

The court judge was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He was not sure at all. He was just trying to make up for his mistake last night.

Seeing that Yu Wenhu was about to punish him, he said in a hurry: "Your Majesty, after all, your body has been injured. The noble man is pregnant with this child, and it is very likely that he will not be stable. I will go and prescribe the soup to make sure that the prince is safe." born to."

Speaking of the prince, Yu Wenhu's stern face finally softened a lot.

Since the court judge is the most experienced imperial physician, for the sake of the future health of Meng Wenyao and the prince, Nurse Yuwen suppressed his anger and waved his hand: "Go down. If there is any problem with your body, I will ask you."

After the court judge rolled away in a pissed off manner, Yu Wenhu lowered his head and saw that Meng Wenyao had woken up.

"Is there something wrong with the emperor? Why does the emperor still look so ugly when he called the imperial doctor so early in the morning?"