"Your Majesty." Wen Jin called him quietly.

Fu Jingheng's kiss stopped in her ears, "Yeah."

"Why not tell the palace concubine to accompany her? It is not convenient for the female girl to serve her during her mourning period. If you are interested in this body, I will give it to you after the old man is buried." Wen Jin raised her cheeks, and two tears fell from the end of her eyes. "I love being bed slaves with the king. I am good at doing this. I have been doing it for seven or eight years."

"Jin, do you think I only have physical ties to you? For so many years, you think I only have this to you..." Fu Jingheng's eyebrows were twisted, and there was a pain.

"It's not important anymore." Wen Jin's voice was a little choked, "I decided to listen to my grandmother and find an ordinary good person to marry. Xue Qian. He is my parents' order, my matchmaker's words. My grandmother promised me. If you are still the boy at the bottom of the corridor, can you bless me? After all, I have given you a steamed bun. If you allow me to live a smooth life and let me listen to my mother's words, I will not make excessive demands, my brother Heng."

Fu Jingheng did not continue to kiss, and his tall body slowly sat on the ground against the door panel. Wen Jin sat down with him. He leaned against the door panel. She was tightly tied in his arms by him. His heartbeat hit her ears. She was used to listening to his heartbeat, which was so powerful. After her grandmother passed away, she couldn't hear her heartbeat. People were actually very fragile. I was still talking to you yesterday, but now I was gone.

He asked her, "Who did you ask me to send me to serve you? You said, I will listen to you."

"It's good for anyone."

"Duanmu Fu. My parents' orders, my matchmaker's words. My mother gave me a family that I deserve. The saint who helps me with the world. I love my wife like a crazy wife. I shouldn't have hoped to get her and you." Fu Jingheng smiled bitterly. He shouldn't continue to possess Wen Jin. He should let go of this fruitless relationship and move forward. Perhaps a marriage without feelings is his destination. He returned to his family and respected Duanmu Fu as guests, guarding the country left to him by his father, and no longer hurt Wen Jin. "If I have any needs in the future, I will find my wife and my many concubines. I will no longer make things difficult for you."

Wen Jin pressed his hand on his heart, so that his heart would not feel uncomfortable because of his words. After a long time, she pretended to be relaxed: "This is the best."

"Actually, I am all very simple people. I will hug you when I like you. I have no parents around since I was a child, so I don't know how to express my emotions. I feel that when I first met you, I was hugged by you with my arms. That was the first time I felt a sense of security. After many years, I would also feel a sense of security. I always thought that when you are saddest, I hugged you and gave myself to you, and combined with you, can bring you the same sense of security. This is the most direct way for me to express my feelings for my lover."

Fu Jingheng leaned his head against the door panel, "It turns out that you only feel humiliated and resistant. I originally wanted to come in and coax you, hug you, and then help you pack up your baggage. After finishing my grandmother's affairs, I will take down Lou's family tomorrow and return your innocence, and take you home. It turns out that what I thought was just that I thought."

"Um."

"You are exhausted these two days. Let's take a break." Fu Jingheng hugged Wen Jin on the bed. He sat by himself, like an abandoned child, with red eyes but no longer lingering Jin Mei to hug him. Because Jin Mei no longer felt sorry for him. He pulled her broken right wrist and gently rubbed her, gently helping her wrist. Wen Jin felt a little painful, but it didn't sound. He whispered: "I will be worthy of the medal you gave me, try to be a good emperor, I will try not to disturb your life, I will not bully Xue Qian. Damn."

Wen Jin didn't say anything for a long time. She raised her head and looked at his handsome face. It was clearly the one who was hurt repeatedly, but why was he the one who was pitiful? Wen Jin said in a deep voice: "Don't be red-eyed! I won't be soft-hearted."

Fu Jingheng lowered his eyes, he couldn't even feel sad. Did she hate him to such a level? "Okay..."

"At this time, the pulling down Lou Zhengye will anger Fu Chang, the king of the Southern Vatican, and his mercenary is respectful. If he causes trouble, and Wu Xin and Wen Guang are fighting a civil war on Lishan, will the Lou family be too hasty at this time? You have been seeking stability."

"It doesn't matter. You all know that I'm in a hurry to take the military power in the hands of General Lou. "By the way," he helped you to repay your innocence." Fu Jingheng laughed at himself, "Even if I'm too hasty and have any mistakes, it won't blame you."

"King..." Wen Jin calmed down and realized that he had come here to restore her innocence. He knew that this was not a good time to turn against Lou Zhengye, but he chose this time when she was sad to do something that he was not sure about. Is he trying to please her?

Fu Jingheng pulled her wrist and said, "Do you want Changlin or not?"

"Yeah." Wen Jin didn't say much, thinking that there might be no Changlin, but the family had to take the child away for funeral these two days.

Fu Jingheng whispered: "You don't want our Changlin anymore..."

Wen Jin did not answer. She was really tired these two days. She blinked and fell asleep.

Fu Jingheng stroked her sleeping face, "I swear with my life. I will never give up on you for the rest of my life. But you have given up on me..."

He took another strand of her hair and knitted it with his own hair, pressing it on the bottom of his sleeves. He did not dare to braid the hair knit openly, and could not stand her second dismantling and developing the knit.

He put a jade hyacinth he had carved on her pillow, and she remembered everything she said.

***

Wake up the next day.

Wen Jin saw a hyacinth representing love and happiness by the pillow. She held the hosta flower in her hand, and Fu Jingheng's figure disappeared in the room.

There was a bowl of fine green onion noodles that he was best at making on the table. The chopsticks were neatly placed on the jade holder on the table, and a note was left next to it: Remember to eat early.

It is the emperor's handwriting.

Wen Jin touched the bowl, and it was still warm. She sat on the chair and ate the thin noodles he made, and she didn't know what it felt.

Kang Ruili lifted the curtain and walked in, "Jin, it's great. Your mother's case, Hu Zi's father's case, has been in full swing. Last night, the emperor personally put pressure on Xue Xiang and Dali Temple Minister to ask Xue Xiang to ask him personally. Xue Xiang also recognized his relatives with Xue Yulin and found that he was not his son at all. Xue Xiang was furious and immediately left the second house and wiped the person from the family tree. Lou Shucai was taken to prison for designing to poison your mother's maid and Hu Zi's father, which involved two lives. He was sentenced to a prison. He asked you to decide the day to go and watch the execution! Xue Ning was furious because he gave the emperor five stones to scatter in the tea, which made Long Yan furious. He was given a gift from the white silk and committed suicide on the same day. Xue Yulin was bombarded out of the Xue Mansion and fled himself!"

"It's great. Evil will be punished." Wen Jin put down the chopsticks, remembering the old man's burial in his heart, so he planned to go and do funeral first.

Although Wen Jin broke up with the emperor, he couldn't help but think, "Didn't he say he wanted to carry a coffin and bury it?" The person disappeared early in the morning.

It didn't rain that day. Xue Qian accompanied Wen Jin all the way, and the Xue family cemetery was washed quite clean by a heavy rain last night.

Four coffin carryrs buried Grandmother Xue in the cemetery. The coffin carryr behind slipped on the edge of the grave and staggered. The gloomy wooden coffin suddenly sent it out, scraping a three-inch-long hole in the palm of the coffin carryr in front. Blood flowed, and flesh flipped, and saw the bones. The man on the left did not make any noise.

"What's going on, you! You're rash!" Xue angrily scolded the man behind the coffin, and said to the man in the left head: "Are you hurt?"

"Not hurt, please settle the old man first."

As soon as he spoke, everyone was shocked.
Chapter completed!