In the Forbidden City with green tiles and red walls, Wen Jin was shackled by a man on a wide dragon bed, imprisoned between the inch in his arms.

The slender and cold fingertips pressed against her brow bones, occupying her body roughly like a wild beast.

The wet roar blew over her ears. When the original desire was released, he said in a cold voice: "I will marry Xue Ning tomorrow. Arrange her to live in the Yilan Palace next door. You can go to the door to kneel down to greet her tomorrow morning."

He is the master of this vast continent, the Supreme Emperor of the Nine Five.

Fu Jingheng (heng).

Xue Ning is the daughter of Prime Minister Xue’s family and her half-sister.

General Jun married Miss Xue as his concubine.

Wen Jin, who had no name and no share, lived under him every night, had lived with him for many years...isn't he anything?

"Yes, I obey the order." Wen Jin responded softly, and his trembling voice revealed his grievances.

Slaves cannot be wronged.

How could she forget her life? She was just a slave for the imperial devil, and she was just a humble companion to read.

It was his years of pampering that made her forget her identity. She was not his wife, and he did not betray her. She needed to suppress her unnecessary betrayal in her heart. Not all companionship will bring me old age. Even if the Lord Shang said that he would marry her, it would be a drunken word on a whim...

"Tomorrow, I will go to kneel down to welcome the concubine to enter the morning of the morning."

"Be good." Fu Jingheng put his slender and clean hands on her slender waist, and hugged her from behind as they were when they were still alright in the past and kissed the small mole behind her ear. "Tomorrow night, I and Xue Ning will be in the bridal chamber of Yilan Palace and will not go home. Don't wait for me."

"good."

Does home refer to the dragon bed where they live together? It belongs to their home.

He won't go home from tomorrow.

He doesn't want her anymore.

But she was pregnant with his dragon seed...

Wen Jin felt a little pain in his heart, and the pain after he recovered from his body was still there. He was quite vigorous and was indulging in joy every day, but he never gave her the wardroot soup. She was pregnant.

Her lips were pale, without a trace of blood. Her hands that had originally climbed on his neck slowly left the body that he had brought her joy and harbor, and then touched her still flat and unconsciously beside her lower abdomen.

After so many years, she was his only woman, three months pregnant, and she was pregnant with the first dragon heir in the life of the Lord.

Once upon a time, in the years when he loved her the most, he said that their child in the future would be Changlin, and Fu Changlin would be his eldest son.

Now she is pregnant with his Changlin, but he doesn't want Changlin's mother anymore. He has his concubine.

Wen Jin's wet big eyes were full of bitterness, and he never had the chance to tell him the news of her pregnancy.

He has been too busy lately.

The imperial physician diagnosed her pregnancy, he was pursuing Xue Ning and boating in the Daoqing Lake in the Imperial Garden to watch lotus.

On the day of his three months of pregnancy, he finally pursued Xue Ning, came back with his marriage news, and told the world that he would take Xue Ning as his concubine tomorrow and be given a place to live in Yilan Hall next to the dragon bedroom, and live next to the imperial guards.

Now, if you are pregnant with Changlin, do you still need to tell him? Apart from embarrassing yourself, what is the meaning?

"Brother Heng..." Wen Jin called his nickname out. Let her call him his nickname for the last time, just like in the past.

Brother Heng.

The two words that carry their memories of childhood, youth, and youth for nearly seventeen years are like ripples under the quiet lake surface.

Since he ascended the throne, he hasn't heard her call him like this for many years.

Fu Jingheng held her small jaw and looked at her with deep eyes in the candlelight, not letting go of any expression on her cheek, "Pay attention to your identity, don't forget what you should call me!"

Identity, her lowly slave identity for him to play with?

His child's mother identity?

It was still the same layer, almost forgotten by her in the thick dust, and the identity of his political enemy, the adopted daughter of the Regent, who was guarded against everywhere? Since when did she, as a companion to study, be prohibited from stepping into his study? How ironic!

"I know the crime. I mean, lord."

Lord.

The word "unfamiliarity" made the hot night of sleeping night become cold and biting pain, and she almost suffocated. Look, after we agreed to protect each other, why did he change his mind first and have a relationship with the step-sister who bullied her? Yes, she was just a bastard who was disliked by Xue Xiang and deprived of the Xue surname, and there was no founding father's grandfather...

Fu Jingheng put his cheek on her neck, looked at her beautiful side face that once made him lose his mind in the night. She had not betrayed him yet...

"Sad?" His voice was cold.

"Slave... I'm sad without a status." I met for seventeen years, fell in love for seven years, and shared weal and woe, and was abandoned. How can I not be sad?

"You are neither a wife nor a concubine, you have no identity." He sneered.

Wen Jin closed his eyes and turned his back to him, tears wet his pillow.

The candlelight inside in a trance brought her back to the rainy night many years ago. At that time, the king was not the Supreme Lord of Jiuwu, but he was still the boy who was locked in the cold palace of the Forbidden City and cried under the corridor.

She was the close companion of the Lord since she was a child, reading and writing with him, grinding ink and laying paper for him, and imagining the future with him. Many years ago, he was drunk, and in the turbulent candlelight, he half-squinted his drunken eyes and covered a piece of red silk on top of her head, pressing her, who had just reached the hairpin, and snatched her from the dragon bed, and snatched her from the geological sand.

From then on, in addition to studying for him, she had more chores to sleep with him.

As long as he wants, no matter when or wherever he is, he has also been on the quaint small window and window frame of the dragon's bedroom, bathed in the frost and moonlight with joy.

***

When I woke up the next day, the half dragon bed behind me was empty, and there was the cold and faint ambergris on Fu Jingheng's body left on the pillow.

Fu Jingheng stood in front of the bronze mirror with bright light and bright moon, staring at Wen Jin's figure reflected in the mirror. He never thought that he would be betrayed by the woman closest to the pillow. He never trusted others easily, and his trust was finally wrong!

The harem was very lively, with drums and drums and joy. A five-foot-high theater was set up in Yilan Hall next door, and the actor sang the words "Mandarin ducks" in his mouth.

Today is the day when the emperor accepts a concubine.

Wen Jin has not been asleep all night, and served Fu Jingheng in front of the bronze mirror and put on the groom's wedding uniform. She married him in her dream. In the dream, she was wearing a red wedding dress, he was wearing a groom's clothes, and he married her to be his wife.

Now he is someone else's groom, and he will have an imperial concubine and an empress in the future. He will be the groom of many women, but not hers...

When leaving, Fu Jingheng pinched her jaw, lowered her picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and said coldly: "Go over and kneel in advance, don't be late."

"Yes, Master." Wen Jin's heart felt as if he was pinched hard, and it hurt.

Wen Jin and grandma went to the gate of Yilan Palace next door to welcome Concubine Xue. Although she was an unnamed slave, she was a woman close to the emperor. According to the palace rules, she needed to kneel down and lift the curtain for the noble Concubine who was above her.

Fu Jingheng stood there in a happy dress, as if he was a stranger who had never met Wen Jin, and he was even stingy in the sight of Wen Jin.

Wen Jin quietly looked at the handsome groom, and his eyes stared deeply at Concubine Xue's eight-carrying sedan chair. The joyful red color, the wedding of him and Miss Xue, was truly dazzling.

"Wen Jin welcomes the Empress into the door." Wen Jin knelt on the ground, lifted up the curtain with his trembling hands, and humbly greeted Concubine Xue. She finally turned herself into an abandoned wife before she became his official wife.

Xue Ning raised her eyelids to Wen Jin. This was the woman in Jun Shanglong's bedroom. Her wild step-sister looked like a disaster. I don't know what to seduce Jun Shang for so many years. She used only Wen Jin to hear the voice, and said contemptuously: "I don't know who the smell of a fox came out of it, and it makes people feel a headache."

Wen Jin held his lips, describing the bitter kneeling on the cold and hard ground. His stomach felt uncomfortable due to pregnancy, and he was overwhelmed by the blood on his lips gradually lost. The scene of being bullied by his step-sister's family when he was young came to his heart and he couldn't help but clench his hands tightly.

Fu Jingheng smiled and stretched out his hand to Xue Ning, and said softly: "My beloved concubine, I will lead you down."

Grandma's old face had no expression on her face, she stared at Concubine Xue in the sedan chair, gritted her teeth, and tsk.

Xue Ning smiled shyly and slowly handed the jade hand with expensive armor to Fu Jingheng, and said in a coquettish voice, "I'll let you carry it into Yilan Palace."

"Okay." said the imperial guard.

"Vomit!" Wen Jin tightened his hands, and his stomach felt really uncomfortable during pregnancy, and he vomited...

A sound of vomiting attracted everyone's eyes to Wen Jin's face.

Fu Jingheng's cold gaze also fell between Wen Jin's eyebrows that were as dark as the distant mountains, and a low laugh overflowed from his lips.
Chapter completed!