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

The sealing ceremony came soon, and the sacrifices in the Ancestral Temple were carried out smoothly.

During the palace banquet in the evening, Yu Wenhu was worried that Meng Wenyao had been busy all day long, but after sitting for a while, he would help Meng Wenyao leave.

Yu Wenjing had been watching the activities at the banquet nervously. As soon as she realized that Yu Wenhu wanted to leave, she immediately got up and made a toast.

"Congratulations to the royal brother and the royal wife for their happy marriage and the birth of a precious son soon, so as to continue the inheritance of our great Wei Dynasty."

In front of so many palace family members and ministers at the banquet, Meng Wenyao could only politely pick up the wine glass and signal to Yu Wenjing.

"Brother Emperor..."

"Your Majesty, I'm tired."

Yu Wenjing wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Meng Wenyao. She could give Yu Wenjing face, but she would not allow him to jump around in front of her.

Meng Lanxin's people have been closely monitoring Yu Wenjing's movements for more than a month. They know that Yu Wenjing must want to make some noise at the banquet, so that Yu Wenhu will have to do it for everyone's attention. Make some concessions to the overall situation.

But she didn't like it. She didn't allow Yu Wenjing to ruin the beautiful time of her wedding, the intimate moment between the Southern Tang Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty.

At least it can't be done in public, otherwise the dignity of the Southern Tang and Northern Wei will be lost.

After she finished speaking, she pulled Yu Wenhu to leave. Yu Wenjing said anxiously: "Brother, my sister..."

"Seventh Princess, if you have something to say, why don't we talk about it tomorrow."

Meng Wenyao interrupted Yu Wenjing again. Meng Lanxin watched Yu Wenjing jump up and down coldly, and then stood up.

"I will return to Southern Tang Dynasty soon. I will rarely see my sister in the future. I wonder if I can go to Hanzhang Hall to ask for a sip of tea?"

Yu Wenhu refused in his heart. Today was the night of his bridal chamber, and Meng Wenyao was already three months pregnant. He couldn't wait to go back to eat meat, and everyone was looking for trouble.

His face darkened, and he was about to refuse, when Meng Lan said in her heart: "Why don't the Seventh Princess come too?"

Meng Wenyao thought that this was a good idea. Yu Wenjing was making such a fuss just because he wanted to let the people of Southern Tang know about his affairs and then cancel the marriage with Southern Tang.

If the Princess of the Southern Tang Dynasty was present, wouldn't Yu Wenjing be more kind and be kind?

Meng Wenyao smiled and said, "I wish I could have it. My sister and the Seventh Princess can come together."

Several people quickly arrived at Hanzhang Hall, and as soon as they sat down, Yu Wenjing said in a fake voice: "Sister-in-law, you have been busy all day, why don't you let the imperial doctor take your Ping'an pulse?"

"Let the princess worry, the doctor should be here soon."

Meng Wenyao casually asked for the imperial doctor from the side hall to come over with a casual politeness. At this time, Yu Wenjing said to herself: "You didn't eat much at the banquet, but you are a little hungry?"

She picked up a piece of snack and started to eat it. While eating, she looked at the imperial physician to check her pulse, and asked curiously: "Emperor physician, is the pulse of the emperor's sister-in-law good? Is she a prince or a princess?"

The imperial doctor who checked the pulse said with a relaxed expression: "The Queen is in good health, and everything is well with the little prince."

"What? He's actually the prince, cough cough cough!"

Yu Wenjing ate it excitedly and accidentally swallowed the whole snack. She coughed for a long time before she could catch her breath. As soon as she took a sip of tea, she felt retching and nauseated.

Her artificial look was difficult for everyone to ignore. Meng Lan said kindly: "Seventh Princess, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Wenjing's face was ugly, and she evaded her words: "No, it's okay."

"You didn't eat something bad, right? The imperial doctor is here. Let the imperial doctor take a look."

The more Meng Lanxin persuaded, the more Yu Wenjing dodges.

Having experienced the last time she was killed and had a miscarriage, Yu Wenhu Youya's expression immediately became tense.

He pointed at the dim sum and said, "Doctor, please take a look, but there is something wrong with the dim sum."

The imperial doctor also saw Yu Wenjing's nausea and vomiting, and started to test the poison on the snacks with a solemn expression. Fortunately, after a test, there was nothing abnormal.

However, he was cautious and did not dare to let go of any suspicious things. He tested: "Princess, could you let me take your pulse?"

After several tug-of-wars, Yu Wenjing's wrist was finally placed under the fingertips of the imperial physician.

Yu Wenhu watched nervously as the imperial doctor's face changed from doubtful to solemn, and from solemn to pale.

"Tell me, is the princess poisoned?"

"It's so counter-intuitive. He dared to poison him even as far as Hanzhang Palace!"

Yu Wenhu was anxious and scared. He hugged Meng Wenyao and comforted him: "Fortunately, you didn't eat. Fortunately!"

Meng Wenyao and Meng Lanxin looked at each other, and asked the imperial doctor nervously: "Imperial doctor, what happened to the seventh princess? Is it true that someone wants to harm the fetus in my belly?"

"Say it!"

Yu Wenhu was already impatient that the imperial doctor only shivered and stopped talking. He said angrily: "If your medical skills are not good, go back and call everyone from the imperial hospital!"

The imperial doctor, who was lying limp on the ground, quickly got up and ran out when he heard that he could find someone to take the blame.

Half an hour later, seven or eight imperial doctors were kneeling in Hanzhang Hall, all of them shaking like chaff.

Yuwen Hu was so anxious that he was about to kill someone. He said with a sullen face: "What kind of poison did the princess get? If you don't tell me, I will destroy all nine of your tribes."

Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and cried: "The princess is pregnant for more than one month."

"what?!"

The first person to break the tea cup and stand up was Meng Lanxin. She said in disbelief: "Don't talk nonsense. The seventh princess is my unmarried crown prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty. How can she be pregnant?"

Then, Meng Wenyao also had a look of disbelief on her face. She pulled Yu Wenhu's sleeve and said nervously: "Your Majesty, please say something quickly. It's impossible for the Seventh Princess to be pregnant. My sister must have heard wrong. The Seventh Princess has not yet passed. , how could she be pregnant?”

Yu Wenhu immediately thought that Concubine Qiao had wanted to harm Meng Wenyao's child in order to prevent Yu Wenjing from getting married.

That thing didn't work out, so it's not impossible for Yu Wenjing to do something even crazier just to break up the relationship.

He drove the imperial doctors out, and directed his eyes as cold as ice at Yu Wenjing: "Speak for yourself!"

Yu Wenjing didn't say anything. She got up from the armchair and knelt down in a polite manner, as if she would accept the punishment and never speak.

If Meng Lanxin hadn't been present, there might have been room for change in the current situation, as long as Yu Wenjing had a miscarriage.

But Meng Lanxin looked on angrily, and Yu Wenhu gritted his teeth and said, "Yu Wenjing, the seventh princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, died suddenly. How about replacing the princess who went to the Southern Tang Dynasty for marriage with the sixth princess?"

Yu Wenjing never expected that Yu Wenhu had no intention of defending her at all, and actually wanted to execute her directly.

It turns out that she really doesn’t have the slightest status in Yu Wenhu’s heart!

Her confidence seems so ridiculous now!

She looked at Yu Wenhu in horror, trembling her lips and said: "Brother Emperor, you can't execute me. In my belly is the child of Zhuang Yeqing, the crown prince of Yongyi Marquis. The third generation of Yongyi Marquis is the only son of Yongyi Marquis. If you kill me, you won't be afraid of the cold anymore." A loyal minister’s heart?”