Wen Jin looked back at the sleeping four jin on the bed. When Mrs. Liu saw her coming back, she went to the small attic on the second floor to rest. Wen Jin didn't expect Fu Jingheng to go down to Liu's house, so she impulsively let him in. She only missed him at that time, and hoped to stay with him for a while. She didn't think about what to do after he really came.

Now that he is really here, she feels it is not good to call Mrs. Liu to see it. The main reason is that Mrs. Liu is a servant arranged by Jiang. If Jiang knows that she has met the emperor privately, she will definitely be sad.

Fu Jingheng knew better than her what she was thinking. They were all people, not single, and he was fine. He didn't have to explain anything to the backyard. She was different. She was single and had a child, and it was not a good effect to receive different men. "You didn't think about it. Don't let the man stay without thinking about it next time."

Wen Jin hung his hair behind his ears, and kept making small movements.

Fu Jingheng looked at her patiently, and her inadvertent actions became very gentle. "I see how difficult it is. I can make a decision before Xiao Jiang comes to check the station at dawn. You can go to half of the capital to find me, and you can hold me first! I want to expose you."

Wen Jin was sweating a little while his palms were teased and felt a little embarrassed by his teasing. He let go of the door panel and said stubbornly: "I will keep you after thinking about it. I really want to cook for you. After all, you were pestered by your ministers for two days and criticized by your mother again, because of me."

Fu Jingheng came in through the half-open door, and the inner space was cramped. The old house unique to the old city area made the space appear narrower.

"Sit down. I'll cook some dumplings for you. Sister Rui Li made dumplings during the day. The taste is not as good as the imperial chef, but it's OK." Wen Jin explained, and he didn't make a sound, so she went to cook dumplings and brought them.

After eating a half, Fu Jingheng stopped chopping, probably not to his appetite. He rinsed his mouth with tea, and his eyes were attracted by the Sanskrit books on the desk. There was a translation next to her. She wrote these comments very clearly. He picked them up and looked at them, "Did you translate them for the Su Taifu?"

"Um."

“Very careful.”

"Yes." Wen Jin smiled softly, "Since you have agreed to translate Sanskrit classics, you must do your best. I hope Taifu Su can be satisfied."

"I'm tired for you. I'll be perfect every stroke. I'll just make one mistake on the paper on the ground and it will be rewritten."

"I don't want to be so tired. I have no choice but to prove myself. The saint has a good reputation and is loved by the world. I have no good reputation and is scolded by others. I have to work harder." Wen Jin couldn't help mentioning his woman. This habit cannot be changed. Fortunately, he was not upset. "Trial Master Su said that the Imperial College was short of a foreign language teacher. I recommended myself to take the exam class, hoping to inherit the mantra of Su and the world."

"It's either a restaurant or a teacher. It's not more direct to find me if I lack money."

"I can do it myself. I don't lack money. Opening a restaurant is for life. Teaching is for learning to be useful. I need to have a lot of money and be a useful person."

Fu Jingheng looked at her intently and said nothing. The two met each other and thought she was a nerd and laughed.

Fu Jingheng walked to the bed and sat down. Looking at the sweet sleeping face of Sijin, he caught a glimpse of the warm water in the basin, so he cleaned his hands with the warm water, and then touched the little guy's face. The tender touch made him feel his heart soft. The first child felt very different and cherished it very much. He touched the little guy's left knee again, and his eyes were full of heartache. This was the lesion that Fu Chang arranged for the slightest act of the kicking of the person named Biaozi. He remembered it very clearly, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes.

Wen Jin was afraid that he would dislike him, so he immediately said, "Sijin loves to move, is very lively, his hands and feet are always moving. He doesn't move when he falls asleep now."

"Don't be nervous. It's heartache or self-blame, not disgust. It's not that I'm in bed, it's not that I'm too sensitive." Fu Jingheng said gently: "I'll let the Imperial Guard protect this. From tomorrow, the Zhang Yuan ordered the child to take care of his left knee."

Seeing that he was gentle to the child, Wen Jin was moved.

"I just praised your saint as a good saint, why don't you talk?" Wen Jin first asked for trouble, "I'm afraid that I'll bring up the child in her belly?"

Fu Jingheng still said nothing.

"I have someone to take care of the children during the day. Zhang Yuan ordered to take care of Duanmu. Or take care of Song Ning. I heard that you promoted Song Ning to the position and became the imperial concubine." Wen Jin was strange tonight. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Seeing him calm and staying away from her, she felt wronged.

Jiang Qing gave her all love, but she was jealous of Duanmufu and the others here, and she was disdainful to be a concubine while doing her concubine's affairs.

She knew clearly that he was promoted to Xue Ning's position to appease the old general Lou who was disguised by him. While understanding him, she couldn't help but feel sore.

Fu Jingheng still looked at the child carefully, not knowing what he said. She was the one who didn't go home with him if he was a concubine. She was the one who condemned him for being irresponsible. He couldn't give the name of his wife at the moment. So he simply refused to speak.

Wen Jin felt bored and forced to get married. No matter how she provoked her, he knew better what she could give to her and what she could not. She felt that she could not tie him up, so she just stretched out her left hand to block his eyes, "I won't show it. Go back and see the saint's child. I'm not good-looking."

Fu Jingheng's eyes sank, he suddenly clamped Wen Jin's waist and put her on the bed. Wen Jin didn't expect that he would clamp her suddenly. He couldn't help but exclaim. His thin lips, with the still-removing aroma of wine, suddenly covered her lips.

"I learned badly that you were on three boats. While collecting Jiang's mother's jade bracelet, I set up a line with Nangong, a foreign aid who had been flattering for three months, while stimulating me. I must be angry and react fiercely every day to be satisfied. I refuse to talk to me and I will tease me again."

Wen Jin was breathing tightly. Looking at his thin lips close at hand, her heart was beating. Lao Mo outside said that Duanmu suffered from cold and abdomen pain in the night. The mother and Empress Dowager asked him to go back to accompany Duanmu. Fu Jingheng was about to loosen Wen Jin's waist. Wen Jin hooked his neck first and said, "You are not allowed to go back. You can go out and don't contact you again."

Wen Jin wanted to bite his tongue. What is his position and identity that he would not allow him to go back? He still didn't contact him again, oh, who are you scaring?

"Yeah, I won't go back." Fu Jingheng moved his arms and told Lao Mo that the Imperial Hospital would take care of him carefully.

Wen Jin was stunned. Why was he really scared? He said again: "The imperial doctor is not allowed to take care of her."

"Little jealous woman." Fu Jingheng did not follow her this time, but asked Lao Mo to go back and ask the imperial doctor to take care of Duanmu.

Wen Jin's eyes were red and about to push him away, Fu Jingheng kissed her fiercely. Wen Jin struggled several times and was kissed even harder. He drank wine. She was also very emotional because he went back to the cold palace where the two met for the first time. She was particularly worried about him. Both of them were a little out of control. They knew that there was no result, but they still couldn't control themselves.

He was afraid of waking up four jin, so he waved it and was beaten to the floor. He pressed her to the ground and was intimate with her. The conditions in the house were limited, and it was very cold when he took off all his clothes. His body was hot, and she couldn't help but approach him.
Chapter completed!