Wen Jin tightened his wrist and was held by him, causing some tremor. Even though he lost consciousness, he still held her wrist tightly.

Look at the sky, it is almost dusk. Jiang Huaizhou said that she was waiting for her dusk outside the Nanxi hunting ground. She looked at Fu Jingheng's hand holding on her wrist, looked at the afterglow of the sunset, thought about the accident in her belly, and the Changlin in Wenfu

.

She lowered her head, let go of her stubbornness, and set an end for the mistake she made at the end of her desperation. She didn't know what was waiting for her, but she decided not to waver anymore.

She said, "Not leaving."

Xia Ranshuang's eyes were sore. Since the day when Heng'er set up in the West Palace, she has never asked her for peace. In fact, as a mother, she did everything for Heng'er. She hoped that he would have a bright future and that he would marry a virtuous wife.

, but because of Heng'er, he was so neglected.

The emperor lived alone in the central palace this month. After returning to the central palace, the emperor was arranged to be in the dragon bed.

The injury is severe, extremely serious.

Two swords when the chest is there, one sword when the waist is there, or two swords when the back is there.

Wen Jin checked, and it was still intact. He was still the Master. Alas. The harem cannot be purified.

The Empress Dowager and the West Palace were guarding outside the house. The West Palace knocked on the back of the Empress Dowager. The West Palace said, "Empress Dowager, Sister Wen is about to get married. It's already night now and is still in the palace. Is it appropriate? Otherwise, I'll go and take Sister Wen.

Let’s take care of the Lord, I am the Lord’s wife.”

Xia Ranshuang pressed Duanmu Fu's hand, "The emperor is not in good health. I looked in through the window. Wen Jin took good care of him. Don't bother him now. It's not good to be unhappy with him everywhere."

Xigong held the empress dowager's arm and said, "Empress, but Wen Jin is not a member of our Fu family, so it's not right..."

"Okay. The emperor was injured somehow. He was so seriously injured. Let's take care of the wound first." Xia Ranshuang said warmly: "You are already the Queen of the West Palace whom he told the world. You should be a bit arrogant. Wen Jin can no longer turn it over.

Go up to heaven, and you will be under you even if you turn it over."

Because Wen Jin was holding his wrist and couldn't leave, he was responsible for the errand of applying medicine to the emperor. Later, he woke up quietly, with Wen Jin in his eyes. He said, "The wound is not good-looking, please call the magistrate of the hospital. Don't

Look. Have nightmares carefully.”

"It's okay. Let me do it. All the wounds are because of me." Wen Jin applied medicine to him, rubbed his chest carefully, narrow waist, pulled down his underwear, and had some injuries at the base of his legs.

Fu Jingheng did not say pain throughout the whole process, like an obedient child, who was completely different from the paranoid who was injured on the hunting ground just now and played with Fu Chang. He was extremely sleepy, but he refused to sleep, but instead spoke to her, "How did you go?"

Nanxi Hunting Ground?”

"Jiang sent me there."

"What's going on?"

"He asked me to tell you clearly and completely break up with you." Wen Jin applied medicine to him and said the truth.

Fu Jingheng suddenly stiffened his body. He suddenly became annoyed and waved the medicine in her hand, "Okay. Tell me, why did you completely break?"

Wen Jin's hand was brushed away, and the medicine was sprinkled all over the floor. The medicine was basically applied. If it was sprinkled, it would sprinkle it. "Now, you're seriously injured."

"You're here. You're not bad to say it." Fu Jingheng leaned on the pillow, "Why do you have to be hypocritical?"

"Give me a bowl of abortion pills. I'll drink it in front of you. I won't see you again in the future." Wen Jin had a pale face, "He probably means that. I understand his situation."

"Okay. It's right." Fu Jingheng came to Zhang Tingwei, "Abortion with her."

"Yes." Zhang Ting's eyes were covered in cold sweat. He was still full of love. He was so froze that he didn't dare to delay it. So he went to decoct the pill and put it on the table and went out.

Fu Jingheng raised his jaw and said, "Drink. Stay with you. You want to participate."

"Um." Wen Jin picked up the bowl and handed it to his mouth, blowing the air, and burning the pill.

Fu Hong scolded her with her eyes: "Cold-blooded!"

Wen Jin continued to blow, and the white steam dissipated everywhere.

Fu Jingheng stared at her, and the bandage also oozed blood.

Wen Jin put down the medicine.

Fu Jingheng frowned, "How come you don't drink?"

"Looking at your expression, I'll go out to drink." Wen Jin took the bowl out, poured it into the flower pot, and then returned to the bedside and placed the empty bowl on the table, "It's so bitter."

Fu Jingheng closed his eyes tightly, "The dowry in the yard is prepared for you. I will send it to you tomorrow. On the day of your marriage, I will not be invited. How could you be as generous as I am, on the day of your marriage,

Mrs. Jiang gave it to me.”

"You will not be invited." Wen Jin said with his eyes down, "I said I will never see you again."

Fu Jingheng stretched out his hand, his heart was so sad, "Come here. Let's look at the knee injury."

Wen Jin walked over and sat by the bed. He rolled her underwear on it, knocking her fair knees to the stone, and his skin was broken. He carefully wrapped her wound and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It's not about asking your knees or stomach. I've been taking the medicine for a while." Fu Yu was choked, "I just want to marry you. I can't bear to give up the child."

"Yeah." Wen Jin said, "It hasn't started to hurt."

Fu Jingheng suddenly felt tired, and his heart felt like a small hole was torn into pieces, and he slowly felt pain, "Go back to Wenfu. I don't want to see you. Really, I don't want to see you."

"Who are you asking to come in and take care of you?"

"Everyone can do it. As long as it's not you." Fu Jingheng opened his eyes.

Wen Jin left without looking back, and he was very urgent.

As soon as she left, Fu Jingheng immediately got out of bed and smashed everything in the house. The room was in a mess, and the noise was huge, and the palace heart was in his throat.

Empress Dowager Xia hurried into the room and saw that her son's wounds burst and her white underwear was red. She couldn't help but worry, "I'm not doing well, I'm just cultivating well! How to be annoyed? Who is difficult for you?"

Duanmu Fu also approached, "You are the one who should take care of your health. Sister Wen is old after all, and she is going to leave the palace."

Fu Jingheng held his hand on the table, "Go out! Go out all! I don't need anyone."

As he said that, he went to smash things again and became very irritable.

The Queen Mother, the West Palace was in chaos, and all the maids and slaves were helpless. Empress Dowager Xia could not control her son at all and hurriedly said, "Call Grandma."

The maid went to invite grandma and said for a moment, "Grandma said that the Empress Dowager's child is uncontrollable. Grandma refused to come."

Empress Dowager Xia was in trouble, and she felt sorry for her son, but she had no choice.

Fu Jingheng had a lot of blood on his body. He was like a discarded child and did not accept anyone's approach. On the first day of March, can't he calm down? How should he have a baby on the fifth day of March!

Suddenly, a child was babbling with a slight sound, and then he heard footsteps.

Then, Wen Jin walked into the house with a small bag on his back, holding the child in his arms.

Hearing the sound, Fu Jingheng's heart suddenly softened. He raised his eyes and saw Wen Jin coming home with a small bag on his back.

Seeing the mess, Wen Jin couldn't help but admire his action. He thought that he might demolish the house, but he didn't expect that he demolished it so thoroughly.

"Su Wenjin. What do you mean?" Fu Jingheng felt unexpected and confused, and his uncertain joy.

Lao Mo said hurriedly, "Master, the medicine, Master Jin went to pour the vase from the flower vase. She didn't drink it. She took the child home."

As he said that, he went out to explain to Qingliu: "Put down the key to the palace! A mosquito can't fly out tonight!"

Wen Jin put Changlin in Fu Jingheng's arms. Without saying anything, she began to clean up the things he smashed, sweep what he should have, and return what he should have had, just as gentle and gentle as before.

Fu Jingheng hugged Changlin in his arms, and wherever Wen Jin left, his eyes turned red.

This was the first time Empress Dowager Xia saw Fu Changlin, which was exactly the same as Fu Jingheng was born when he was a child. Her pink and jade-carved face made her heart suddenly move. She leaned forward and asked, "Is this Changlin?"

The West Palace felt particularly crisis. Why did Su Wenjin carry a bag and carry a baby back to the palace? She said with malicious intentions: "This little arm, this calves. cute."

Fu Jingheng said coldly: "Old Mo, send the Empress Dowager and the West Palace back."

Empress Dowager Xia stretched her neck to see Changlin's left leg, wanting to see what she was broken, but her little face was so popular.

Lao Mo said, "Empress Dowager, please go back to Chengqian Palace to rest. Empress, please go back to Jinhua Palace in the West Bank."

Seeing that his son calmed down, he was in harmony with Wen Jin and Chang Lin. Moreover, Wen Jin cleaned up the mess in the house without complaints, as if he was familiar with the road. I don’t know how many times I have cleaned up, so I couldn’t help but look at Wen Jin deeply.

Apart from having a bad reputation, the child is a virtuous person.

Duanmu Fu became angry immediately when he returned to the West Palace. Su Wenjin returned to the palace! "Shameless! He actually came back with his child. Do you think the palace is her home? In this harem, Duanmu Fu, is the heroine! I have never seen such a tragic tragedy.

A bad bitch."

After the Empress Dowager and the West Palace left.

Fu Jingheng handed Changlin to Zhao Jie'er.

Wen Jin never spoke, cleaning up the antiques in the closet and the closets.

Fu Jingheng suddenly hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, "It's clear. Are you still married on the fifth day of the third month?"

Wen Jin fell on his slightly cool chest, "His mother is good at making soup. He is considerate to me everywhere. My parents are still there. On the fifth day of March, I should have had a happy marriage. But... But I miss the king who can't take care of himself.

.You are too stupid to even take care of yourself.”

"Are you missing me?" Fu Jingheng hugged Wen Jin tightly, "Su Wenjin, you miss me. I should not be stabbed to five swords when I went to Jiangnan to find my relatives. It's worth stabbing to death!"

"I don't want to be Mrs. Jiang. I...I want to be a concubine with the king." Wen Jin put his forehead against his chest, his eyes blurred, "Changlin and I will live in the circles drawn by the king, and we will not disturb you.

Things outside the king. If you don’t drive me away, I won’t leave.”

Fu Jingheng felt very distressed immediately. Su Wenjin lowered his head and said to himself as a small person. He was full of pity. He put his jaw on the top of her neck, "Be good, you want to be a concubine with me. My sister Jin. I want you

If you do it forever, I will call you all the time, and you will always be there. This time, you will be pregnant, we will do it in the future."

After following him for several years, he finally turned himself into the eighth grade of the 10th liang of the month. He is so generous...
Chapter completed!