Wen Jin was wiping Changlin's sweat with a veil. When he heard this, he suddenly felt a sudden grip in his heart. He chose to come back to Fu Jingheng. Such a situation had already been expected.

But her heart still felt a sharp pain. She lowered her head without making a sound, holding her son's little hand, not letting him grab her face.

Fu Jingheng waited for a long time and Wen Jin threw jealousy and was incompatible with him, but she did not respond silently. He was aroused by her indifference and could not calm down. Was she going back to the palace just for the sake of her child?

"I'm going to give birth there, can you give me some reaction?"

Wen Jin was stunned. It was not her seed. How could she react? She stared at him, "Congratulations. You are going to be a father."

"Blame me?" Fu listened to her words, and was neither salty nor light, perfunctory, not knowing what the taste was.

Wen Jin shook his head, "No. The Lord is going to be happy to have a noble son, I am happy for you."

Fu Jingheng pinched her jaw and looked at her eyes, "Do you think I'm happy?"

Wen Jin didn't understand his meaning. He told the world's Empress Xigong to give birth to a child for him. Is he unhappy...

Fu Jingheng touched Changlin's forehead, and his tentacles were hot. Wen Jin took his pregnant care of the sick eldest child. He shouldn't have left, but he was indeed curious about the child he gave birth there and should also fulfill his responsibilities. In addition, if one corpse and two lives are difficult to give birth, the death of the saint is an ominous sign, rumors of the destruction of the country spread wildly, and Duanmu cannot have an accident.

"It's not that you want to leave you behind when Changlin has a high fever and chickenpox." Fu Jingheng touched Wen Jin's forehead and began to like to explain to her. Explanation can resolve many conflicts. He found it interesting, "I'll come here later to take care of Changlin with you. Zhang Tingwei has been here, always staying with him. I'm relieved."

Wen Jin didn't want him to leave in her heart. The child had chickenpox and had a high fever. There was one in her belly, which she couldn't handle.

But Nishimiya gave birth to a child, and she had no reason not to let him go. Nishimiya gave birth to a legitimate prince and daughter, who had a status than her. She restrained her throat from shaking. She said, "Oh, okay. Go and do it. There are grandmas, Tinghua, and a bunch of slave helpers, I can handle it."

Changlin's father is about to become someone else's father, and there will be a lot of times when both sides need him in the future.

Wen Jin foresaw that she did not cry or make a fuss, nor did she scratch him. She was very calm, so calm that she made Fu Jingheng worried about gains and losses.

Fu Jingheng reached out to touch Wen Jin's little face, but he didn't touch it in the end, and just called her softly: "Wen Jin."

Wen Jin was so heartless that he was called to him. He was always like this, and letting her down made her feel that he had no choice.

Without stopping, he stood up and left the Central Palace, crossed the lake and came to Jinhua Palace in the West Palace.

Whether Su Wenjin loves me or not, Fu Jingheng was thinking about this in Jinhua Palace. Even though Fu Chang was plotting to rebel, he was thinking in his heart whether Wenjin had him in his heart, and he became less and less like himself.

As soon as Fu left, Wen Jin's eyes became a little hot, but she couldn't cry. She had to walk on the road she chose, and she had to kneel down. This was the harem. He was not her husband alone. She waved Fu's figure out of her mind and then focused on taking care of Changlin.

Grandma whispered: "I wonder what the West Palace can give birth to. Can it attract the emperor's soul? Anyway, we have a boy, and there is another one in our belly, and we are not afraid that the emperor will not come. If you ask her to give birth to a fat boy, your life will be difficult. That is the legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legitimate legiti

"Just be healthy for the child."

"Mom has no status, how can I protect the child, girl Jin." Grandma was used to the storm in the harem. Jin'er gave birth to a son and was pregnant, which was very eye-catching.

Wen Jin looked at her grandmother, but she also hoped that her child would have a future prospect in the future and was unwilling to be overwhelmed. Giving birth there was also a great stimulation to her, and she didn't want her child to be a nanny.

The emperor waited behind the screen, but did not enter the screen to check. Duanmufu's face turned pale in the inner room. The difficulty in delivery made her sweat and exhausted, but she couldn't give birth.

"Your Majesty, I am so painful, you..." Duanmu Fu shouted in a pity, suffering from great pain, "Save our children, save our children!"

Fu Jingheng sat on the chair, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. He was curious about what Su Wenjin looked like when she gave birth, and whether she would be spoiled, or she would still endure the pain silently. He wanted to watch the whole process, but he told Lao Mo: "Be sure to save the life of the saint."

Xia Ranshuang was anxious and paced back and forth, "No, the situation is critical, these imperial physicians are not responsible. Zhang Tingwei needs to come here to see it in person. If Fu'er has a few shortcomings and the saint's death will be a sign of a destruction of the country, then rumors will spread everywhere in the court and the people's hearts are unstable."

Fu Jingheng's eyebrows frowned, thinking that Changlin Gao had a critical condition of chickenpox, he had left Wen Jin and came to the West Palace. If he called Zhang Ting-shi again, what else would Wen Jin have left?

He and Wen Jin have been covered in love with each other in the past year. He really doesn't want to cause trouble again. What if she wants to remarry again!

But the saint cannot make mistakes. He will not allow anything that damages the country's destiny, even if it will make Wen Jin sad. He will ensure that the stability of the court is first.

But he hoped that Wen Jin could understand and accompany him to the end. If she could not understand, she would always avoid him, blame him, and cry. Although he pity her, he also felt that she was not a woman who could stand beside him. After all, what he needed was not only a lover who was seeking protection in his arms, but a woman who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Of course, it is best to be a lover and be able to be side by side.

He put the tea bowl down and told Lao Mo: "Tell Zhang Tingwei to come."

Lao Mo said nervously: "But Master Changlin often has a high fever and chickenpox there. The situation is also very critical! When you withdraw people at this time, you will often feel sad."

Duanmu Fu held a corner of the quilt tightly, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician said I was pregnant with a prince. Please save our son. Fu'er cannot be without children. Mother and son are in love with each other. Please save Fu'er and our son!"

A tangle flashed in Fu Jingheng's eyes. He didn't remember the process of favoring Duanmu, and he always had a knot in his heart.

Xia Ranshuang immediately said: "The prince born here is difficult to give birth, and he is almost dead. There is only a child who has a high fever and a chickenpox. Generally speaking, it is not a big deal. Heng'er, you also had it when you were young! Which is the national fortune or chickenpox? Just told the world that he had a saint, and the saint died the next day. Is the Fu family so unlucky?"

Fu Jingheng said in his heart that his son had chickenpox and that every chickenpox was in his heart, but he was rational but told him that the country's fate should not be neglected and that everything should be stable.

"Old Mo, go and send Zhang Ting-sao, change a few imperial physicians to take care of Changlin. Tell Chang Zai that I will go there later and compensate her and tell her not to panic."

"Yes." Lao Mo took a few imperial physicians to the Central Palace. These imperial physicians were all students under Zhang Ting's command, and their medical skills were not as good as Zhang Ting's.

Zhang Tingwei was helping Changlin apply medicine to the chickenpox he caught. Changlin was stung and hurt, so he took his little hand to wave the uncle sergeant's hand.

Wen Jin felt very distressed, so he grabbed his son's little arms and coaxed his son softly: "Changlin be good, don't cry, my mother touches her head, my mother kisses, don't cry, baby. Can you stop crying?"

Changlin has only been more than eight months old and is not willing to cooperate. It hurts by the medicine and only cries so hard that it is almost silent, which makes people very worried.

Grandma was anxious, "Zhang Ting-hun, apply medicine slowly, the child will hurt. Look at your clumsy! Not only can you not do medicine alone, but your skills are not good either!"

Zhang Tingqi said unjustly: "I'm not as gentle as me, grandma, do you see if I'm pointing to my orchid? The child's skin is tender, and it hurts when the skin is broken. Adults can't stand it, let alone the child."

Lao Mo was wandering around the house, seeing Zhang Tingwei being busy, Chang Zai and Grandma caring about the children, he couldn't speak, and felt like a despicable evil man. The king always asked him to do bad things, and he spread everything he said, but the child in the West Palace couldn't come out, and the death of the Saint to hold the national funeral was another big storm. It took him a long time to say: "Long live."

Wen Jin turned around and saw Lao Mo coming with a few young imperial physicians. He said in confusion: "What's wrong with Lao Mo? Is there something wrong?"

"The West Palace has difficulty giving birth, and the child cannot be released. The young imperial physicians tried their best and couldn't do anything. Master asked Zhang Ting to go over and treat him." Lao Mo finally said it.

"Oh. So." Wen Jin's strength was pulled away, "Now? Did the Zhang Yuan ordered Chang Lin to apply medicine?"

Lao Mo said: "The child over there can't come down...Your Majesty let the present pass."
Chapter completed!