Wen Jin breathed in his breath, which was pleasantly smelt from the ambergris on his body. His arms stretched her waist tightly, as if he had wanted to hold her in his arms. His lower abdomen gradually became tense because he touched her waist. She stiffened her back and did not dare to move.

The room was quiet, they were very familiar with each other's bodies and their breathing was a little tighter.

"Well. What's the matter?"

Fu Jingheng held her two fair hands and intertwined her with her with all her fingers intimately. Wen Jin couldn't help but exclaim, and his ears turned red. He laughed softly in her ears, quite satisfied with her awkward but honest reaction.

"You're wet." Fu tightened her hands tightly, "So much water."

Wen Jin immediately blushed, "No."

"Say your hands are wet." Fu Jingheng said seriously, "The water is cold, is it cold?"

"Yeah." Wen Jin then saw that the atmosphere became more and more subtle because she had just washed her hands and was stained with water. She became nervous and tried to break her hands free and no longer crossed her fingers.

But Fu Jingheng forced her hand to press her hand in "Honest Water", imitating her sentence for coaxing children:

"Be good, honesty verifies honesty. If you tell the truth, your hands will be intact. If you lie, your hands will melt."

His face was close to her, his neck intersected, and the dragon patterns on his neck were scraped, making her neck skin slightly painful and itchy.

"Well. What do you want to know, you ask."

Fu Jingheng stared at her fingers like tender green onions in the water, and was silent for a moment, straight to the point: "Have our son, who was burned by Wen Guang, really caused labor? It's already been born? I guess he weighed four pounds when he landed on the ground?"

Wen Jin suddenly froze.

"Someone is waiting for your answer." Fu Jingheng gently touched the tip of her ear with his thin lips.

Wen Jin lowered his eyes, "Jiang is waiting for me, please stay with me!"

As he said that, he wanted to break free from his arms.

But Fu Jingheng, after she escaped, surrounded her waist and pressed her against the wall, and supported her with her hands. "Second times, is Fu Jingheng's son still alive?"

Wen Jin's heart was beating up. Did Fu know that Sijin was his baby? How could he know?

Wen Jin suddenly remembered the sharp warning of her mother Empress Dowager Xia Ranshuang.

-Hide this child, don't appear in Heng'er's eyes. If you are disabled, you cannot let anyone know that the child's biological father is Heng'er. You, I am all women. We love the same man. If you love Heng'er, I hope he will not be affected by reputation, have any stains on his body, and destroy his future. It is difficult for you. Children. Be considerate of the mood of an old mother. For fear that the child will make mistakes and be harmed by ants and bugs.-

-Child, you won't complain to Heng'er about the family, right? Don't do anything to provoke our mother-son relationship. Your grandmother's legs are not good, your younger brother and sister are young, and you can't bear any mistakes. In the future, you will focus on avenging your mother. Don't put your mind on Heng'er. Girls should not be too hearted, and not everyone can do it.

-Zi Ai's position, if the child is born with a disabled person, this is tantamount to shame the royal family. Moreover, our royal family does not accept that the prince's mother has experience in brothels-

In addition, today, Fu Jingheng missed the opportunity to weaken the cultural and cultural spectrum because of helping her, which made his team's advisers dissatisfied, and even missed Nangong Jue's foreign aid. She realized that she was his burden. She was worried that it would bring him more bad reviews.

Moreover, she was not very powerful and had not given birth to a healthy baby. Her four pounds of left knee had a disease. Once it was made public, it would probably make his father ridiculed, and she herself would not want the baby to be humiliated in front of others.

"Answer me, our son, is he still alive? Asked three times!"

"No..." Wen Jin looked around and said in a trembling voice: "The child is gone..."

"Don't look around your eyes. Look at my eyes and answer again." Fu Jingheng's cold voice was a little aggressive.

Wen Jin looked into his eyes, "Our children... are gone."

"Why are there no? Details?"

"..." Jiang Qing has to ask the details. She couldn't take care of herself for giving birth, so how could she know the details of the dead baby!

"Well, I'm impatient. I'm not overly asking the first time. I've given you three chances."

“Fu…”

"Scared? It's too late."

Fu Jingheng pressed her hands on her back, put his hands into her clothes, rubbed them in the place where they were already swelling and hard, and asked her in a sandy voice:

"What's wrong here? I feel uncomfortable?"

"it hurts!"

Wen Jin had a long breastfeeding and it was time to feed the child. It hurts as soon as he touched it. He didn't keep his strength and deliberately made her feel extremely painful.

Wen Jin couldn't help but sweat heavily. She was so ashamed that she was trapped behind her hands and couldn't move...

Fu Jingheng half-squinted his eyes and watched the milk fragrance overflow. Due to visual stimulation, he almost lost control in the bathroom where people were most likely to come and go, "I don't understand, teach me. Is this baby's food? Did you secretly be a mother from me?"

"Your Majesty! Let me go. Someone will come in to wash your hands!" Wen Jin blushed and struggled to pull his hand out of the back to stop him from embarrassing her.

However, his whole body was shackled in his arms by his ambiguous and domineering manner. His two thin wrists behind her were tightly clutched by him, and his dragon robe was also stained with milky fragrance. She bit her shoulder and could not stop him from torture her.

"You want to say it yourself to satisfy me. Are our son still alive?"

Fu Jingheng put his hand into her hair, lifted up the back of her head, and looked into her eyes deeply, as if he would kiss her deeply at any time, but fortunately she knew that he was not used to being in public.

"If you say it, you won't make you feel uncomfortable anymore. It's not good to let people see it, don't always let me make a fool of myself in public, huh?"

"She doesn't let me say...don't force me..."

Wen Jin started to tremble because she was afraid of her mother, Empress Dowager, and was afraid that someone would suddenly come in and see the Lord squeezing her at the corner of the wall, her eyes were wet and pitiful.

"I...I don't want to be a burden that will only cause you trouble. Please don't ask again!"

"she?"

Fu Jingheng noticed Wen Jin's fear from the inside, so he stopped torture, let go of his restraints on her, hugged her in his arms, and stroked her back with his hands.

"What exactly happened three months ago? Who are you afraid of?"

Wen Jin shivered in his arms. What happened just now was so shameful, "You bully me! Jiang Qing wouldn't force me like this!"

"How good, tell me such a big secret. He has never met you when he broke up with me... Fengying is because she raises children." Fu Jingheng whispered: "But don't think about changing the topic. I'm asking you, who is she?"

Wen Jin bit her lips and didn't speak. It took a long time to make a fussy nonsense: "She is the grandmother of my third aunt's niece's distant niece. She unfortunately died just now..."

"..." Fu Jingheng saw that she was really scared and was very pitiful and his little face lost its blood, so he stopped forcing her, "I won't ask today."

Wen Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Jingheng's eyes were quite pity, "Did you hurt just now? Don't wait for me to ask three times in the future, and the second answer will not be difficult for you."

"Yes." Wen Jin was still in pain while holding her chest.

Seeing her trembling in fear, Fu Jingheng didn't dare to complain to him even though his lips were bitten. As if he was threatened, he became more and more curious about who she was.

"I won't disturb your current life rashly. I know you are in a hurry to go to Jiang Mansion to drink black chicken soup."

"He...his mother makes soup very good."

It's too much for your mother to call me ant and bed bug.

Fu Jingheng said softly: "I just need to tell me if the child is still alive, so that I don't have to suffer the pain of losing my child anymore, and I have a trace of fantasy. You didn't hate me so much that I was my child, so that your brother Ah Heng would be less sad. Isn't it okay? Do you know that every night in your dreams, you see Changlin burning by fire... I miss the child very much..."

Wen Jin couldn't bear it, Brother Ah Heng...he also loves the baby.

"Our children... are still alive."

Wen Jin's hands were shaking, he thought and then thought, and finally he could not resist his interrogation and confessed:

"I once mentioned to you that Kang Ruili's young master, Sijin, is actually our child. There is some pathology in the left knee. You said that the one with a disabled person. That time, the assassin kicked two feet and had a lesion. Don't worry, I will take good care of him."

"I don't know that's my son! But I answered casually. You shouldn't be revenge for that matter."

Although Fu Jingheng's tone was quite serious, he softened his throat when he saw that she looked disappointed.

"Can I see him during the Chinese New Year?"

Wen Jin shook her head, "...Don't. My baby and I are all good now. We don't want to be disturbed by life..."

Fu Jingheng said sternly: "I will go to Jiang's house to drink the black chicken soup cooked by Jiang's mother. Will you take four jin with me? The mother and son go to someone else's house to drink soup? I can't afford the black chicken soup?"

Wen Jin didn't speak, so he made a decision.

"Xiao Jiang can see him, hug him, kiss him, and talk to him. I have not even known about his existence until today!" Fu Jingheng's eyes were dark red, "I can't even see my own son?! I have such a good temper? I deliberately?"

“Fu…”

"I have missed his fetal movement, and missed his first cry when he landed on the ground. He practiced looking up for the first time! He was about to a hundred days, so why would you let me miss him a hundred days?" Fu Jingheng almost asked, "I plan to experience all his little things with his Jiang Houdad..."

Wen Jin's eyes were red: "Is the fetal movement of Changlin in Duanmu's abdomen healthy?"

Wen Jin raised his eyes, and two tears in his eyes were stubborn and refused to roll down.

"In the lounge, did you put your ear on her belly and listen to the fetus moving? It's like a little fish spitting bubbles, right? I didn't lie to you before, I just said it was like a little fish spitting bubbles."

Fu Jingheng was stunned and even blamed himself for feeling distressed, "Don't ask..."

"What can I do after seeing four jin?" Wen Jin finally couldn't help crying, "You can't call you dad, you can't call yourself lord."

Fu Jingheng was silent.

His silence made Wen Jin unconfidence to bring Si Jin to him.

Wen Jin said sadly: "In two or three years, the child will know about it. Duanmu's child calls you your father. I can only call you your lord in front of the four kilograms of people. I don't want to make myself even more sad, and I don't want my baby to suffer from grievances. Can't it?

After all, Sijin is just a disabled illegitimate child who doesn’t even have a serious name! Whose child calls Sijin a perfunctory name like Sijin!”

"Stop talking." Fu Jingheng said softly.

"I...I don't want to drag your reputation down, so just let me live quietly with my baby alone, don't force me...I don't want to go back to the past like an ant bug-free life...I don't want to take my little cripple in the palace to get angry!"

Ants and bedbugs?
To be continued...