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

Meng Wenyao felt a little guilty, but also a little funny. Why should the Marquis Wenxin bother to catch up with Xie Yunzhou when he is sleeping at your house at night.

"Be careful, you have to call me Wangye."

Feeling that her tone was a bit harsh, and fearing that Meng Wenyao would be unhappy, Mrs. Zou took a sip of tea and then smiled: "I heard that your father and brother fought bravely and were highly valued by the regent. In private, your father even drank with the regent. Drinking?”

Meng Wenyao shook her head. She really hadn't paid attention to this matter.

"Mother, what happened in court, my father never said at home."

Mrs. Zou was slightly disappointed with this answer. She ordered: "When you come back tomorrow, you can go home and ask carefully. If your family really has a personal relationship with the Regent, next time your father goes out to drink with the Regent, Zhiyuan will also be taken away." Take him there and make yourself familiar in front of the regent.

Although this Jinwu Guard is good, wandering around the palace all day is too comfortable. It is better to hold military power and be able to achieve military exploits. "

It was quite a beautiful thing to think about. A dandy who had not made any achievements yet opened his mouth to ask for the military merits that someone had sacrificed his life for. I don’t know where this Mrs. Zou got the courage.

The smile on Meng Wenyao's face slowly faded: "Holding military power? Although the border has been stable these years, if the security is not maintained, there will be a war one day. My mother wants her husband to make military achievements. Does this mean she wants him to go to the battlefield?"

When Mrs. Zou saw Meng Wenyao's expression turning cold, she thought she was reluctant to let Zou Zhiyuan go to the battlefield, so the smile on her face became even brighter.

"If Zhiyuan had military power and your father and brother were there, how could he go to the battlefield and fight with real swords and guns, just because you would protect him all the way!!"

This Mrs. Zou actually deceived her openly and asked her to pave the way for Zou Zhiyuan at the expense of her father and brother's life.

Meng Wenyao closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She really wanted to throw a bowl of tea on Mrs. Zou's face. If this person was shameless, he would dare to dream about anything.

"Has mother discussed this with her husband? Could it be that my father intends to promote him in the future, but my husband has problems with horseback riding and archery?

I'm afraid my mother doesn't know that the Regent has a school grounds, and anyone who catches his eye must pass five levels and kill six generals in the school grounds.

I don't think your husband is someone who is diligent in riding and shooting. Why don't you do this? From now on, when your husband has free time, he can go to my parents' house and ask my brother to teach him well. He has to be good at it before he can show it to the regent, right? "

Mrs. Zou thought about it for a while and felt that what she said made sense. She liked Meng Wenyao even more in her heart. She felt that Meng Wenyao was a person who did things over his head.

She couldn't wait until she was free one day, so that afternoon she asked Meng Wenyao to take Zou Zhiyuan, who had returned from the palace, back to her parents' home for Meng Wenshan's guidance.

"Kung Fu needs to be practiced every day. If you can't practice it every now and then, if you have nothing to do, just go home and let your elder brother take a look at Zhiyuan's muscles and bones."

"Okay." Meng Wenyao sneered and took Zou Zhiyuan back to her parents' home.

Until he arrived at the Meng family's martial arts arena, Zou Zhiyuan was still a little confused: "What are you doing?"

"My mother hopes that your husband will catch the eye of the regent, hold military power, and establish military exploits. No, I will ask my eldest brother to teach you Kung Fu so that you can shine in the regent's school field as soon as possible and become a blockbuster. "

After Meng Wenyao finished speaking, he pulled his eldest brother and said, "As long as no one is killed, you can give me whatever you want."

"Really? Don't you like him?" Meng Wenshan didn't know what Meng Wenyao was doing, and he was a little unsure of the severity.

Meng Wenyao sneered and whispered: "My mother-in-law wants her son to follow you and his father in the future, and she also wants you two to go to the battlefield and give up the military glory to her son. Brother, if you don't be ruthless, my mother-in-law will I’m afraid I won’t be able to wake up from the dream.”

"That Mrs. Zou is so shameless!"

Meng Wenshan's clenched fist made a squeaking sound. He looked at Zou Zhiyuan who was choosing a weapon and said rudely: "Is it okay if I don't die?"

"It's okay to die."

The two siblings looked at each other and smiled, and Meng Wenyao shouted to Zou Zhiyuan in the distance: "Brother, husband, you practice first, and I will prepare some tea and snacks for you."

Later, Meng Wenshan was going to ruthlessly guide Zou Zhiyuan. As a person with deep feelings, she could not watch helplessly at the scene no matter what.

In this case, she desperately needs an alibi.

After wandering around the house for a while, Meng Wenyao arrived belatedly with the maid and tea.

I don’t know what Meng Wenshan did. When Meng Wenyao appeared again, he saw Zou Zhiyuan lying on the ground with his whole body twitching.

"Husband, how are you?"

Her words were full of nervousness, but her movements were unusually slow. She asked Meng Wenshan with her eyes, and when she received a look of okay, she stepped forward quickly.

Meng Wenyao picked up the handkerchief and began to cry pretendingly: "Brother, I want you to give me some guidance. Why are you so harsh? What did you do to my husband?"

"It's just a casual sparring session. Who knew he was so inexperienced? If he wants to excel in the Prince Regent's school, I'm afraid he will have to practice for thirty years."

At this time, Zou Zhiyuan also weakly vomited out a mouthful of blood and said with a strong face: "I don't blame my uncle, it's because my skills are not as good as others."

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding, brother. Don't be angry, brother. Whether my husband can get into the eyes of the regent in the future depends on your guidance. So let's stay here today, and we will come back tomorrow."

Zou Zhiyuan, who had fallen to the ground, immediately struggled up, cupped his hands to Meng Wenshan and said, "No, I'm not coming. Thank you, uncle, for your guidance."

"What if you don't come? Mother has high hopes for you. The Wenxin Marquis Mansion will count on you, husband, to shine on the family tree in the future."

After listening to Meng Wenyao's words, Zou Zhiyuan vomited out another mouthful of blood in frustration.

When he was carried back to Wenxinhou's mansion, when he saw Mrs. Zou rushing towards her and wailing, he was so angry that he wanted to sever the relationship between mother and son.

"The son will consider his future future. The mother will take good care of the father."

Mrs. Zou never expected that her son would come back like this. She wanted to scold Meng Wenyao, but Meng Wenyao said before her: "Mom, don't worry, your husband's injuries are all skin injuries. My eldest brother said, your husband's muscles and bones are good. As long as you go to the Meng Mansion frequently in the future, you will surely catch the eye of the regent."

Still going? Mrs. Zou was already a little shaky: "Wenyao, why don't we stop this matter of military merit for a while?"

"How can that be done, mother? My husband is not young, and his body bones are already hard. The longer this delay, the harder it will be to practice boxing and kicking skills. Many military generals are practicing child kung fu at a young age. My husband has been delayed for more than ten years. Now is the time. When diligence can make up for weakness, never give up halfway..."

The more Meng Wenyao talked, the more Mrs. Zou felt that Zou Zhiyuan was not going to die soon. Thinking that he might get military honors in the future, Mrs. Zou reluctantly interrupted: "You have just gotten married. The most important thing is to have children first. Let's talk about it after we have established a successful career."

Heir? Aren't you going to trouble the regent?