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

Meng Wenyao whispered Meng Qiu Shuang's plan and said with a smile: "At that time, my uncle will make up his mind to break off the engagement. Even if he can't break off the engagement, he will postpone the wedding. Then things will take a turn for the better and I won't have to get married at all. Prince Lu."

"What's the turning point?" Uncle Su looked at his niece with fox eyes.

Meng Wenyao smiled mysteriously and said: "Secret, uncle, if you are not in a hurry to return to Suzhou, you will find out later. If you are in a hurry, I will write to you and tell you."

Uncle Su comforted him and said, "I'm most afraid that you will suffer a loss in the Meng family. You don't write to us on weekdays. Fortunately, you are a successful child. This time, uncle will stay in the capital for a longer time, and he always wants to see you." Get things done.”

Meng Wenyao's eyes turned red when she heard these words. Her uncle really loved her, but it was a pity that she was too ignorant in her previous life.

The nephew and uncle had the right temperament, and they talked the same thing. They didn't say goodbye until very late.

Although the emperor had made up his mind to forget about Meng Wenyao these days, he couldn't help but run to Meng's mansion every night.

Of course, he did not enter Meng Wenyao's room again, but looked towards the yard from a distance. When he came today, he saw a man walking out of Meng Wenyao's room late at night.

The anger instantly rose to the top of his head. He held the long knife at his waist tightly, suppressing his murderous intention and asked: "Who?"

The secret guard replied respectfully: "Miss Meng's uncle is here to attend Mrs. Meng's birthday and discuss Miss Meng's dowry."

The emperor looked at the hand holding the knife. What was wrong with him? After returning from the battlefield, he had listened to the sutra for ten years. There were very few things that could make him have murderous intentions. Why did he have murderous intentions at this moment?

The emperor returned to the Zichen Palace with heavy steps.

He was once just an unknown prince. If the Queen Mother's son hadn't died and she made him a stepson, he wouldn't have died in any imperial power struggle.

Even so, when he first came to the throne, he almost died at the hands of a noble concubine. Although the poison was finally cured, he also lost the possibility of having children forever.

He is a lonely person, and he plans to live his life alone in this way.

The Queen Mother gave him a second life, and he planned to reciprocate the favor and give up the throne to the Queen Mother's grandson when he died.

Now, he might be able to have a woman by his side for the rest of his life. This idea has been tormenting him. He suppressed it these days, but today his guard suddenly broke. He wanted to pull that woman into his arms.

No, I can't harm her. I'll go listen to the sutra tomorrow and get rid of my inner demons.

Early the next morning, the emperor went to Fahua Temple to listen to Buddhist scriptures.

It's the birthday of the old lady in Meng Mansion, and guests gather here.

As a daughter, Mrs. Wen Yuanhou warmly entertained the guests.

The guests were all acquaintances, and almost every one of them asked a few ambiguous questions about Lu Nanchu, who might be the candidate for the crown princess after all.

Mrs. Wen Yuanhou proudly introduced her to others, and Lu Nanchu behaved gracefully.

Many guests also asked Mrs. Wen Yuanhou which lady of the Meng family would be her future daughter-in-law.

Because Meng Wenyao was a loser and rarely went out to socialize, and no one knew her very well. Mrs. Wenyuan didn't want to introduce her, so she just pointed at her when asked.

The three sisters of the Meng family stood in a row. As long as Mrs. Wen Yuanhou pointed her finger, Meng Wenyao hid behind Meng Qiu Shuang, causing many people to think that Meng Qiu Shuang was the real master.

Everyone drank tea and listened to operas during the day, and drank and ate together in the evening.

A little maid came to Lu Chenghuan, who was eighty percent drunk, and invited him to the side room, saying that Meng Wenyao wanted to see him.

He didn't want to go, but considering that Uncle Su was still there and the dowry had not yet been settled, he reluctantly walked to the wing.

Meng Wenyao also pulled Meng Qiu Shuang over, and Meng Qiu Shuang's hands kept shaking nervously.

After turning around several rockeries, they were about to reach the wing room. Meng Wenyao's hand was suddenly pulled, and when she turned around, she saw the emperor in the shadow of the rockery.

She was so frightened that she almost screamed. Fortunately, Meng Qiu Shuang was very nervous and didn't notice anything strange about her.

She wanted to keep walking forward, but the emperor's hand was very strong and she couldn't break free.

"Sister, you go over there, I'll wait for you here."

As soon as Meng Qiu Shuang took a step forward, Meng Wenyao fell into a hot embrace.

"Where are you going?" The man's cold tone was full of questions.

"Go find my cousin, my fiancé!"

Meng Wenyao felt the big hands around her waist getting tighter and tighter, and the hot breath hit her face.

"Do you know that he is drunk? If you go in now, he will take advantage of you."

Meng Wenyao looked at the emperor funny and said with a smile: "I can't be taken advantage of by my fiancé. How can I be taken advantage of by the emperor? Besides, I will marry him soon. It is not a matter of time."

Turning around and about to leave, his head was suddenly held by a big hand, and he was showered with passionate kisses. Meng Wenyao was asking for it without any rules. Meng Wenyao had no power to resist and could only let you take your pick.

The other hand lingered around Meng Wenyao's waist, rubbing and rubbing. Meng Wenyao felt that her waist was about to be broken. Didn't this person have been listening to the sutra for ten years and his heart was as solid as a rock? It's only been a few days and I can't hold on any longer.

He was snickering in his heart, but once he was let go, Meng Wenyao's tone was extremely cold: "The emperor humiliates my daughter so much, does he think that my daughter is not dead yet, and is forcing her to take her own life?"

The emperor's breathing was still a little unsteady. He was not good at communicating with others, so he could only tell the truth: "I didn't mean to taint your innocence or force you to commit suicide. I was just afraid that you would follow me..."

He stopped talking mid-sentence. Both of them knew what he had left unfinished, but they were just afraid that Meng Wenyao would die in an explosion.

The emperor hoped that Meng Wenyao would take the initiative to say that she was not afraid, so that he would not be forcing her to do anything, and he did not want to take the initiative to harm others.

However, Meng Wenyao refused to answer, so the emperor had no choice but to continue: "I am afraid that you will not die well. Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, I'm scared to death. Your Majesty, please let me go."

He said he was afraid, but he had a smile on his face.

The emperor felt the delicate body in his arms, not a trace of stiffness, why was he afraid?

"You were so brave when you first met me. Now I'm afraid it's too late."

Lowering their heads and intertwining with each other, the two beginners bumped into each other, testing and catering.

The emperor's tall body blocked Meng Wenyao's retreat like a hill. She could only climb up and down like a rock climbing flower.

This quiet time was suddenly broken by a scream.

The two of them were suddenly interrupted, and they calmed down for a while before Meng Wenyao could catch her breath.

"Your Majesty, I want to go over and take a look."

Looking from a distance, there were many people gathered outside the wing. The matter between Lu Chenghuan and Meng Qiu Shuang should have been exposed.

The emperor was still unfinished, so he was willing to let her go. He lowered his head and wanted to continue, but she turned her head slightly to avoid it.

"Don't you mind if your fiancé sleeps with another woman?"

The emperor sounded a little annoyed, and couldn't help pinching his hand hard.

Meng Wenyao's body trembled slightly, and she hugged the emperor tighter, as if she was throwing herself into his arms.

The words that came out of his mouth had another meaning: "Don't all men have three wives and four concubines? How could I mind? My daughter and my cousin have been engaged since childhood. They have a deep relationship with each other since they were childhood sweethearts. I believe that no matter who my cousin has, , the most important thing in my heart is my daughter."

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