"Don't worry, my grandmother, I asked the man in black to do it. I covered my head and didn't sign up for my surname. I just gave the waste one thousand taels of silver and asked him to sleep with the beauty. The waste didn't know who the man in black was! No matter how the king examined the waste surnamed Song, he couldn't find anything."

As Madam Wen said, she lay down in Xue Ning's ear and said, "Empress, have you seen it? Little bitch Wen just wore a maroon dress and walked with the Imperial Vehicle. She looked like a pair of newcomers, just like her and the Imperial Vehicle who got married today! She is so shameless! The old slave guessed that she would seduce the Imperial Vehicle tonight, then isn't this the bridal chamber of her and the Imperial Vehicle? That's not! Today is your good day!"

"Hmph. Little bitch Wen doesn't take this palace seriously. It seems that I need to give her a warning! Let her know who is the one who is the one in the heart of the Lord! Since my mother and I can drive her out of the Xue Mansion, I have a way to make the Lord blow her out of the palace!" As he said that, he hooked his finger at Madam Wen, "Come on my ear!"

When the mother got closer, she handed the jade pendant that her grandmother gave her to Madam Wen. "You throw this jade pendant into the dragon's bedroom on the other side of the wall when there was no one at night. I will go to the morning court to manage the government tomorrow morning. You follow me to Long's bedroom to visit the grandma's sick body, and then pretend to reminisce about the old days with Wen Jin's little bitch sister, and catch the thief! But someone stole the jade pendant from this palace! It must have been stolen by Wen's tight-knit!"

Madam Wen nodded, "Yes, Empress, leave this matter to me!"

Xue Ning rushed back to the new house angrily and lay on the bed, feeling lonely, and his heart and eyes were filled with the body of the Lord.

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel the rippling spring heart, so I bit my fingers and called the name of the Lord with blurred eyes, "Qing Heng... Jing Heng, um..."

***

After getting off the dragon chariot, Wen Jin followed Fu Jingheng and stepped into the yard of Long's bedroom. The yard was brightly lit, and the palace servants were waiting carefully under the corridor.

Xiaolan Yuan was waiting there on the imperial stairs, and saw the imperial lord picking Master Jin back from afar. While running to the inner hall, he shouted: "Old lady, the man is back, the man is back, the man is back, the Lord General Jin back is brought back alive."

Wen Jin followed Fu Jingheng with a small bag on his back, walking with his head down from a distance. Suddenly, with a bang, she hit a "hard wall".

"Um..." Wen Jin rubbed the tip of his nose that was hurt, staggered back two steps, looked up, and realized that Fu Jingheng, who had stopped at some point, was staring at her unhappy.

Wen Jin sighed dejectedly. The man was really heartless after changing his mind and was irritable. She hadn't seen him laugh for a long time. He was always angry with her, "I'm sorry. I hit your back. If you are angry, you can knock it back."

She turned her back to him, but he hadn't moved for a long time, so it would be fine if he didn't hit him back, she had tried her best.

Fu Jingheng did not make a sound, but reached out to take the bag from Wen Jin's shoulder and held it in his hand. Wen Jin turned around in surprise and felt a chill of his palm. He held her palm with his lower hand.

Wen Jin's palm was worn when he threw himself to the ground with his sleeve wind in the morning and it hurt because of his touch. She couldn't help but shrink her hand back.

"It's too late for grandma. Grandma is old and she can't stay up late. You and I act like they were in love before, so that she can rest assured."

Fu Jingheng looked down at Wen Jin's eyebrows.

"Yeah." Wen Jin responded softly, and stopped retracting her hand. The wound that was being held hurt made her forehead sweat. It turned out that she was doing a show to make grandma happy, but the gentleness between his eyebrows still made her nose sore.

Fu Jingheng moved his hand up for about a century and then pulled her wrist. Wen Jin's pain was slightly reduced and he breathed a sigh of relief. He tried a little to push her forward. She fell into his arms. Suddenly the distance she pulled in made her breath suffocate. It was cold in the autumn night, and his arms were quite warm. She was a little confused and half-hunted by him, and followed him into the inner hall.

Grandma sat on the big chair and saw that Brother and Girl Jin came back with hands holding hands, and Brother and Girl carved the bags considerately. She smiled and said with a smile: "Girl Jin is back. She didn't eat when she left early in the morning. It's almost dawn at night. I've prepared some hot meals, so Brother and Girl Jin are having some together."

Wen Jin quickly walked to the grandma and rubbed her shoulders and said, "Grandma is in good health and is still fine during the day. Why did she suddenly get sick? Did she ask the imperial physician to see it? What did the imperial physician say?"

Grandma coughed gently, "I am old and I can't live without people. As soon as you leave today, I suddenly feel sad about spring and autumn. I remember my deceased old father, who is here, and I am sick like a mountain. Now that I see you coming back, I feel much more enjoyable. Don't leave again in the future."

Wen Jin didn't say anything and looked at Fu Jingheng.

"Don't worry, grandma." Fu Jingheng said in a deep voice: "Girl Jin won't leave anymore. If she wants to leave, I won't let her go!"

Wen Jin let out a sigh. She understood that he was playing a show for grandma. I guess Yu Jia was thinking about it and told her to get out early.

"Come here to eat, you're hungry." Fu Jingheng sat at the dining table and said to Wen Jin in a gentle tone, his tone as gentle as before.

"Yeah." Wen Jin's eyes were hot, and she walked to the dining table and sat down. There were steamed bass and elbows cut into thin slices. Grandma prepared all the dishes she liked. However, because she had a bad appetite for pregnancy, she saw that the meat dishes she liked had no appetite at all, and she felt a lot of nausea.

Fu Jingheng frowned and looked at her, holding dishes for her.

Wen Jin understood that he was not satisfied with her delay and refused to eat, so she picked up the chopsticks and ate a lot of fatty elbows and steamed fish as usual, and her stomach felt uncomfortable.

"I just love to see you two are fine." Grandma nodded repeatedly, waved her hand, and ordered: "Xiaolan, bring the medicine box. Girl Jin's hand was injured, wrapped."

"Yes, old lady." Xiaolan walked up with the medicine box and placed it on the table, "Master Jin, I will wrap you up with my servant."

Wen Jin nodded, "Okay."

As he said that, he reached in front of Xiaolan.

Xiaolan prepared the potion and gauze, and was about to wrap the wounds of Master Jin, but he heard the Emperor's gentle voice say, "I'll come."

Wen Jin's shoulders trembled.

"Yes." Xiaolan quickly retreated aside and gave the old lady a wink.

Grandma's mouth raised, yes, how great it is.

Fu Jingheng pulled Wen Jin's hand over, wrapped Wen Jin's little hand in his cold palm, then took some medicine from the medicine box, dipped it in gauze, and helped her wipe the wound, and gently blew the air while wiping.

Wen Jin's wound was hurt by the medicine, and she frowned, but she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound. Perhaps she was unwilling to break his gentleness at this time. She could not remember how long he hadn't shown her tenderness to her. She still hoped that they could return to the harmonious life she used to be.

Fu Jingheng's voice softened, "If you don't send you to the place of a slave today, I'm afraid you will be abandoned after kneeling outside Yilan Palace for a night. Now I need military power and get closer to the Xue family. I will accompany you in front of my grandma."

Wen Jin's eyes felt sore, "I...I didn't blame you."

Even though he knew he was doing a show for grandma, Wen Jin couldn't help feeling sad. He really felt that he was still caring about her and really felt sorry for her.
Chapter completed!