-I want to travel to the lake with you, I want to watch the lanterns with you, I want to walk around aimlessly with your arm, if I am tired of walking, I want you to carry me on my back-

They all remembered her words.

Wen Jin's eyes were a little hot, she walked over and lay down on his shoulder, whispering: "Have you had a fight with your mother? I said it quickly at the banquet. In fact, I don't want you to be in a bad mood with your mother. It's not easy for her. They are all human mothers. I understand her feelings of protecting you."

"It's so much trouble. The couple has been torn, and it's not too late. I don't want her to ask about my affairs. I was in peace with you, but you don't ask about my outside affairs, so it's a harmonious relationship. I wouldn't have been such an irreversible situation. I wouldn't have been to the point where you're going to get married."

Fu Jingheng carried Wen Jin on her back. She was so gentle, and his heart was also sucked.

"She and Duanmu are easy to preach. You know that I don't like to listen to others' preaching. You can still listen to two words, but others don't have the patience to listen to others' words."

Wen Jin leaned her cheek against his shoulder, "Since I listened to me, I will quit drinking again. I really can't drink too much."

Fu Jingheng nodded, "Well. You will become a pig during the Chinese New Year. I will quit drinking from today."

"I don't want to eat it to become a fat man."

"It's not bad for fat guys. It's not bad for you to have two taels of meat on your body." Fu said, "It's good for a hundred and ten kilograms at that time."

Wen Jin felt warm in his heart, his eyes were sour, and his old habits remained unchanged. He asked about his woman again, "Does he get married to her on the seventh day of the lunar month?"

"Yes." Fu Jingheng responded, "Seventh day of the lunar month."

"Why don't you choose the sixth or eighth grade of the first lunar month? It sounds better than the seventh grade of the first lunar month." Wen Jin was puzzled.

"She has been born in the seventh day of the first lunar month." Fu said lightly.

"Oh." Wen Jin replied bitterly.

"It's okay for her. If you don't argue about this day, you have to argue about it and find Lao Xue to settle a good life." Fu Jingheng joked with her.

Wen Jin didn't take it seriously.

"Be good, we have grown up, and I will marry someone else. But I am greedy. Tonight I will take off the jade bracelet of Jiang's mother in your hand and make you my woman again." Fu Jingheng turned his forehead and gently touched her on his shoulder, "Is it good to be my concubine?"

Wen Jin said for a long time: "Fu, for so many years, you have been imprinted in my bones. But I don't be a concubine, my mother was killed by a concubine, I have my bones. I help you this time, not to get anything, but to be with us for many years. I hope you can realize your ideals, and I know that I am not happy to be your concubine, so I don't plan to continue to grievance myself."

Fu Jingheng whispered: "I'm sorry, marrying her is my decision. Even if she is not pregnant with my children, I will marry her. I remember that I once said that I would marry you when I grew up, but in fact I have never forgotten it for a day. But on the seventh day of the lunar month, I, Fu Jingheng, wanted to let the world know that I expelled the Regent from the capital, and I got the saint, and I was the master of the world!"

Wen Jin turned his cheek and looked at his handsome face, "Well. I have never blamed you. I will never let myself become your stumbling block again. Although I regret not being your wife, there are always regrets in life. If you live a good life, I will feel at ease.

I have to work hard, and I will live better and better. Hello, Yuzhen Baoyin Tai Academy exam will be the result soon. Yuzhen said he performed well. Lao Xue and I have been relieved a lot, and he lives with me and grandma in the front yard."

"Yes." Fu Jingheng asked softly, "Take you to the night tour of Daoqing Lake and see the lanterns?"

Wen Jin nodded on his shoulder, "Yes."

In winter nights, the frost and dew are solemn, and the palace lanterns are reflected in the shadows.

The emperor was like a young man who had just tasted love. He was walking aimlessly in the imperial garden with his little girl on his back. The corridors of Qinghu and the concubines on the west bank of the palace were envious. It was incredible that the emperor was basking in the moonlight on Wen Jin in the middle of the night.

Perhaps when the fish belly in the sky turned white, Wen Jin yawned on Fu Jingheng's shoulders.

Fu Jingheng looked back at her, "Is sleepy?"

"Yeah. Very sleepy."

"Are you still sticking to the door?"

Wen Jin came down from his back, "It's a 28-year-old flower sticker. Oh, it's a pity that it's already the 29th day of the New Year. It's midnight."

"I have been used to doing things that are inappropriate lately at an inappropriate time."

Fu Jingheng then instructed Lao Mo, Qing Liu and others to prepare the door pair, and the blessings, as well as the flower door god, to bring it up.

Wen Jin then put a small brush on the palace and pasted door gods and flowers everywhere. Fu Jingheng carried a bucket filled with a muddy bucket and followed her as a senior servant. They pasted pairs by the well, at the entrance of the dragon's door, and on the corridor columns.

Wen Jin touched the door and his fingers were red, and his forehead was slightly itchy with his hair. He raised his hand to wipe it, and the tip of his forehead and nose was also red.

Seeing that her face was cute and embarrassed, Fu Jingheng couldn't help laughing, "I'm so stupid. I'm sticking to it every year, making my little face dirty every year."

Wen Jin said happily: "Brother Ah Heng, it's time for the New Year. I'm so happy that we'll still add flowers together this year. After getting married, we can't be together. Ah Da has given you it. Changlin has to follow me."

Fu Jingheng's heart was throbbing and suddenly pulled her wrist. It turned out that after getting married, he could not put flowers together. Why, "It's too late, go and rest. Are you willing to go to the dragon's bedroom?"

Wen Jin didn't say anything, and took a small brush to stir the mud in the bucket.

Fu Jingheng understood that the dragon bed he and Duanmu had slept with her was dirty.

Old Mo was afraid that the two of them would separate, so he immediately said with a gentle voice: "Why not go to the Jinluan Palace to rest? It's quiet and no female guests have ever been there."

Wen Jin hurriedly said, "How could a woman go to the Golden Palace? I will not displeased his mother."

Fu Jingheng held Wen Jin's wrist and said, "Go to Fengqi Palace. I spent the New Year in Fengqi Palace this year."

Wen Jin's heart moved. Fengqi Hall was the central palace. The emperor established Fengqi Hall and Yingfengtai in the central palace to marry the queen to pass the door. Duanmu once showed off in front of her that the emperor built Fengqi Hall and Yingfengtai to marry the saint.

"Is it appropriate to take me to your wedding room for the New Year?" Wen Jin hesitated, but because of human nature, he was urged to take revenge on Duanmu. Was he relieved her? It turned out that he knew what she minded.

After Yingfengtai, Fu Jingheng took Wen Jin back to Fengqi Hall. The hall was decorated with lights and lanterns with joy. The walls of the house were covered with double-happy words, and there were joyful candles as thick as wrists on the table. Fu Jingheng lit the candles and said to Wen Jin:

"She sleeps with your brother Ah Heng in your bed, and you spend the New Year with her husband in her wedding room, and you will avenge a revenge for a single arrow. I am willing to be a tool."

"No, you are talking about teasing women, so nicely." Wen Jin was exposed by him and couldn't help laughing. She looked around at the wedding room, lifted a corner of the quilt, and pressed the quilt with jujubes, peanuts, longans, melon seeds and other fruits underneath.

Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin in the wedding room and suddenly felt yearning. He walked away and hugged Wen Jin from behind. His hot breath fell behind her ears, "I'm sorry for being a concubine, I'm okay to follow me, Su Wenjin, I... don't want to force you to make yourself hateful, you... I'm okay to follow me, I miss you."

Wen Jin was suddenly hugged by him, his body tense, and she was very panicked, and she held her hand tightly on her wrist, "Xiao Jiang."

When Fu Jingheng heard the sound, his shoulders stiffened, "I'll go take a shower. If you are sleepy, you will go to bed first. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Wen Jin was indeed sleepy, so he put the dates, peanuts, longans, and melon seeds under the bedding and put them in a big fruit tray. Changlin had been settled in the baby cradle. Several wet nurses prepared by the emperor were taken care of. Liu's wife was left at Liu's house. Wen Jin picked up Changlin and fed it to the baby.

While feeding, Fu Jingheng came out after taking a shower and did not avoid it. He walked over and bent down to touch the little guy's face. Seeing that the little guy was eating deliciously, he joked: "Let go of my wife."

Wen Jin's ear tips were red, and she was sweating in her hands. After feeding the child, she put it in the cradle and covered the baby with a quilt, and then she calmed down again.

Fu Jingheng picked her up, put her on the bed of joy, and smiled and said, "It's a bridal chamber."

Wen Jin was panicked and wanted to hide, so Fu Jingheng pressed his hand on her back, shackled the man in his arms, and forced the man to take off the jade bracelet of the Jiang family's daughter-in-law, "It's only two days to get to Yangzhou. You can stay with me to the sixth day of the first lunar month. Let me take good care of you and Changlin these days, pretending that we are doing well. On the lunar month of the first lunar month, I will ask someone to send you through Yangzhou."

Wen Jin struggled for a while and nodded in his arms, "Yes."

Fu Jingheng lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Sleep. I won't bother you tonight. I'm tired and afraid for a day, so I'll have a beautiful sleep first. Think about it, how do you spend the New Year's Eve?"

"It's just as good as in previous years. Grandma makes dumplings, and we're troubled. Hiding her rolling pin makes her annoyed, and she can't find her everywhere. You remember what she said last year that she couldn't find the rolling pin. She said she wouldn't return her to her hometown in Shandong." Wen Jin couldn't help laughing when she recalled last year's scene.

Fu Jingheng also smiled. He heard Wen Jin talk about the New Year last year, as if they were still fine. He never doubted her detailed work this year, nor did he question that the child in her belly was not his, and his mother did not come down to Hanshan.

Wen Jin said that, he fell asleep on Duanmu Fu's wedding bed, pillowing on the emperor's arm.
Chapter completed!