Lian Cheng trembled and hurriedly hugged the little princess in his arms. Seeing the little princess' swollen mouth, the newborn baby was beaten by her biological mother. She was just hungry. Lian Cheng felt extremely distressed and did not dare to speak to stop the noble woman. "The bastard is a slave, not her. She is flowing half of your blood. The Queen of the West Palace!"

He looked at the high-ranking Queen of the West Palace, the saint of Guangli Kingdom, and the people outside said that the saint was the holy woman, why was she so cruel?

Lian Cheng has been a civilian in the city for generations. He is a poor scholar living in a dilapidated temple at the bottom. He never thought that the powerful minister would suddenly find him, and sent him to the palace as a fake eunuch to serve the beautiful woman in the West Palace, and let the West Palace give birth to his children.

Duanmu Fu smashed the teacup on Liancheng's cheek and immediately smashed a hole, and blood flowed down his face, "You are indeed a low-class person! You are not as beautiful as the emperor! Thinking back on that night you were close to me, I wish I could kill you!"

Lian Cheng's eyes were red, and the wound on his forehead hurted so much. Princess Jiuer was so hungry. He had no meals for two days, and he was so hungry. The West Palace had dinner with him once every three days, so he could have dinner tomorrow. Jiuer was not worried about being hungry. It would be difficult for Jiuer to be in front of the West Palace. He was only worried that Jiuer would suffer all the grievances after the person. Jiuer lost weight in a few days and made five or six kilograms.

***

Central Palace*Fengqi Hall

Zhang Tingwei consulted with the imperial physicians. After three days and three nights, Changlin fever subsided, and chickenpox tended to scab. After the fever subsided, the child couldn't rest anymore and climbed back and forth on the carpet. He climbed into the closet to catch his father's dragon robe in a mess. He climbed to his father's antique vase and held the vase and stood up and walked. He had only been more than eight months old and was already standing very well. He was Ah Niang's Changlin.

Old Mo was afraid that the vase would fall to Changlin, so he followed closely, "Little ancestor, slow down, the vase is unstable, let's hold the dragon chair legs."

Wen Jin lay on the pillow, watching his son Huanshi crawl all over the room, and stood up in one go, turned around and looked at her directly. She encouraged him and said, "Changlin is great, my mother likes it!"

Fu Jingheng looked at his son's stubborn little back and turned around and said to Wen Jin: "This is a strong person, like you."

Wen Jin pursed her lips, her lips were not blood-colored, and her eyebrows were gently closed, "The eyes were like you."

Fu Jingheng wiped the thin sweat from her forehead with his sleeve, "It started to hurt?"

"Yeah." Wen Jin had just taken the pill of fertility, and the brown medicine soup was very bitter. He didn't want to drink it for the second time in his life. It was like a knife cutting flesh in his lower abdomen, which made her curled up. The child was unexpected when he came. At first, she was confused and hesitant, and even thought about how to live with her, and had worried about hiding and hiding.

However, when the fetal pill was under the belly and when the pain stripped her from her body, she realized that she loved the child that had made her confused. Even because she was pregnant, she resolutely carried her brother back to the palace to be a concubine with you and stopped her wandering life.

Previously, due to Changlin's high fever and convulsion, she had fetal breath. At first, the child was barely saved, but the bleeding was not stopped. Zhang Tingwei found that it was a pity that she had an unstable fetal condition, had an erectile tract, and had too much bleeding. Waiting in the West Palace, she delayed the best time for fetal protection, and the fetal breath was gone. "I have to take care of Master Jin'er's body and go to the lake to commit suicide!"

Fu Jingheng's cheeks were cold, "You can't solve any problem if you die."

Wen Jin probably understood in the past two days that it was not that Zhang Tingwei's medicine was not good, but that he did not give Yuzi Soup at the time of the house. She said warmly: "Your Majesty has not spoken, it is indeed inconvenient for me Yuzi Soup. You are needed everywhere. If you commit suicide, what should these people do? Central Palace, West Palace, West Palace..."

"I heard it, I'm blaming me. It's been two months since I finally revealed some true nature." Fu Jingheng pulled his lips, "In the future, Zhang Yuan was judged to be the only one for the Central Palace."

"You are not blamed. The overall situation is the most important, and the country's destiny is important. If she dies from labor, outsiders will spread rumors that you can't suppress the dragon throne, and there will be great trouble. I sat in the corner of the West Palace and waited quietly for the doctor, praying for the West Palace. Am I good? The emperor."

"You are good." Fu's voice trembled, "I have always been very good."

Wen Jin shrank and felt a lot of pain. She held the horn of the quilt tightly, but didn't make a sound. She couldn't bear the pain, so she gave a low voice.

"Bite." Fu Jingheng put his fingers between her teeth, remembering the exaggerated screams when Nishimiya gave birth to a girl, and a strong disgust arose in her heart.

Wen Jin had a very painful pain in his lower abdomen, so he opened his mouth and bit his finger. The sweet and bloody blood wrapped around his teeth, and he knocked down two newly formed twins.

Wen Jin didn't cry at first, but when he saw the twins, he felt his chest suffocated and tears fell like rain. "Zhang Ting-hun didn't tell me that they were two children... They were two..."

Fu Jingheng also burst into tears when he looked at the newly formed twins and her heartache expression. He was guarding her for three days and three nights, and he hoped more than anyone else to keep the child who made her return to him without hesitation.

If he was hit hard, he chose to be stable in imperial power and strangled his own pair of dragons and phoenixes, and personally passed away the court verdict that Changlin urgently needed. His hands tightened, and the imperial power made him cruel and cold-blooded, but he could not stop. Fu Jingheng must stand at the top of invincible and use Wen Guang and Lou's blood to pay tribute to his father's soul!

"Old Mo, please ask the eldest princess and the second prince to enter the imperial tomb and have a grand funeral, and give the name of Princess Changning and Prince Changyun." Fu Jingheng ordered.

"Yes." Lao Mo put the fallen dragon and phoenix in the brocade box and quickly sent it to the imperial tomb for burial.

Seeing that the fetus was taken away, Wen Jin suddenly stood up and grabbed Fu Jingheng's clothes tightly, "Give me the child back. Didn't you say that one of my deaths, and you went to throw her to death? Two of my deaths, and this is not a dead puppy! How can you not throw her to death? How are you preparing for the full moon baptism of Jiuer!"

"Okay. Go and smash her to death." Fu Jingheng got up and went.

Wen Jin pulled him away, "I lost my child, and I was so angry that I had raised my mind to hurt the innocent child. Please don't use the fall to death of Jiuer to prove that you care about me. Jiuer is innocent. If you care, you will not pass away Zhang Ting-shi. You went to Jiangnan to assassinate my mother and I have great kindness for you. I will give you two children. We will be cleared."

Fu Jingheng held Wen Jin in his arms, "We will have children."

“We won’t.”

"Okay, no." Fu paused, "I will take the medicine to avoid children in the future and will never give birth again."

Wen Jin was deeply enclosing him. How could he love her to the point of being humble, and give up her with indifference and cruelty.

"I don't want to experience the feeling of being given up easily anymore. The king will always choose her without hesitation between her and me. Because she is more useful than me and can bring political benefits." Wen Jin finally saw the fact that he only loves imperial power, "Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be given up? Jin'er is so scared that she is easily given up. She is unwilling to be given up again."

Fu Jingheng felt pity for her soft and helpless voice, "She gave birth, your child was sick, and such coincidence would not happen again. No one else would give birth again. Everything comes from my longing for you and getting drunk in the dragon's sleep. Since then, there is no wine in the Guangli Palace. God will mess with people, and I always face choices."

Wen Jin leaned against his chest. This time she did not feel soft-hearted because of his helplessness, but instead became numb. The first time she felt like she was leaving him. She seemed to have no other nostalgia except killing her enemy.

"If you and I don't want to lose your child, you will be happy if you protect it. Unfortunately, you are not protected. I don't blame you. I came back by myself, so I will digest the consequences myself."

Fu ordered people to pour out all the fine wines in the palace. Daoqing Lake was filled with wine and almost overflowed the shore. The fragrance of wine was in the palace for several months.

Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin curled up in the dragon bed, wanted to touch her face, but was afraid of hurting her, so he didn't touch her. He called her softly, "Su Wen Jin!"

Wen Jin smiled at Fu Jingheng with a tragic smile, "I love you."

Fu Jingheng suddenly grabbed his heart and was deeply mocked, "Enough, I know you hate! Life belongs to two people. I am willing to maintain a family in the palace with you. I am moved when you are back. But I need a balance between the country and you. If you cannot understand, I can do nothing."

Wen Jin didn't say anything and said for a long time: "I want to be alone and calm."

"I moved to the former residence of the cold palace." Fu thought for a moment, took two steps away, and said to the grandma: "Old lady, can you take good care of her?"

Grandma said, "You have been sent to the cold palace, so you should worry about yourself first. She said she wanted to be quiet, so you would really move away and leave her alone. She needs people to accompany and take care of the most now. Women are right and wrong."

Fu frowned, "What should I do?"

Grandma said: "You should stick to your slap, and you won't fight back if you scold me! Warm her."

Fu Jingheng was stunned, "Don't give bad ideas. Will it scare her away? She said she wanted to be quiet."

"Yes! I'm always coming up with bad ideas. You should go to the cold palace quickly. Don't interact with her for three years. It's better to walk around each palace. Let her bear the miscarriage alone. Go quickly!" Grandma said as she closed the door.

Fu Jingheng tightened his hands tightly, "Tell me. I can't coax women and live a life."

Somehow, he suddenly said to Wen Jin's direction: "You are the only one in your heart. Can you tell me what you want? I'll listen to you!"

Wen Jin's eyes were sore, and she was tired. She wanted to rest. She ended her conversation with him in the most disgusting way, "I want you to marry me."

Fu Jingheng was silent for a long time.

Lao Mo and the others shrank their necks and did not dare to speak.

Just Changlin was babbling and pulling Fu Jingheng's dragon robe, he shouted: "Daidai..."

Wen Jin's heart sank little by little, and he wanted to say something about asking her not to make unreasonable things. However, unexpectedly, he heard Fu Jingheng's cold but gentle voice.
Chapter completed!