Full text of Wen Jin and Fu Jingheng: The day the tyrant took his concubine, I had morning sickness Chapter 1 Stomach really uncomfortable during pregnancy, throwing up...
Chapter 1 Stomach really uncomfortable during pregnancy, throwing up...
In the Forbidden City with green tiles and red walls, Wen Jin was shackled by a man on a large dragon bed and imprisoned within a small space in his arms.
The slender and cool fingertips pressed against her brow bone, roughly occupying her body like a wild beast.
A wet roar gushed into her ears. After the original desire was released, he said in a cold voice: "Tomorrow I will marry Xue Ning and arrange for her to live in the Yilan Palace next door. You can go to the door and greet her on your knees tomorrow morning.
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He is the ruler of this vast continent, the supreme emperor.
Fu Jingheng (heng).
Xue Ning is the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Xue's family and her half-sister.
General Jun has married Miss Xue as his concubine.
That Wen Jin, who had no name and no status, had sex under him every night, and lived with him in the dragon's bed for many years, turned out to be... nothing.
"Yes, I obey the order." Wen Jin responded softly, his trembling voice revealing his grievances.
A slave cannot be wronged.
How could she have forgotten that she was just a slave for the emperor to play with, a humble person who read by the light of day?
It was his years of doting that made her forget her identity. She was not his wife, and he did not betray her. She needed to suppress the unnecessary sense of betrayal in her heart. Not all companionship and dedication will lead to a long life.
Even if your Majesty said that he would marry her, it was just a drunken talk on a whim...
"Early tomorrow morning, I will kneel down to greet the imperial concubine."
"Be good." Fu Jingheng put his slender and clean hands on her slender waist, hugged her from behind and kissed the small mole behind her ear, just like he did when they were fine in the past. "Tomorrow night, Xue Ning and I will be together on the river.
Lan Dian's bridal chamber, I'm not going home. You don't have to wait for me."
"good."
Home, does it mean the dragon's nest where they live together? It belongs to them.
He won't be able to get up and go home tomorrow.
He doesn't want her anymore.
But, she was pregnant, carrying his dragon seed...
Wen Jin felt a twinge of pain in her heart, and her body was still sore and warm after having sex. He was quite vigorous and had fun every day, but he never gave her Bizi Decoction. After all, she was pregnant.
Her lips were pale, without a trace of blood. The hand that was originally clinging to his neck slowly left his muscular body that had brought her joy and harbor, and then touched her belly, which was still flat and not yet showing her pregnancy.
For so many years, she has been his only woman. She is three months pregnant, carrying the first dragon heir in your life.
Once upon a time, during the years when he loved her most, he said that their child would be named Changlin and that Fu Changlin would be his eldest son.
Now she is pregnant with his Chang Lin, but he doesn't want Chang Lin's mother anymore. He has his imperial concubine.
Wen Jin's big wet eyes were full of bitterness, and she never had the chance to tell him the news of her pregnancy.
He has been too busy recently.
On the day when the imperial doctor diagnosed her pregnancy, he was pursuing Xue Ning, and they were boating and watching lotuses in Daoqing Lake in the imperial garden.
On this day, when he was three months pregnant, he finally pursued Xue Ning and came back with the news of his marriage. He also announced to the world that he would accept Xue Ning as his imperial concubine tomorrow and live in the Yilan Hall next to the dragon dormitory, next to the emperor.
And live.
Now that I am pregnant with Chang Lin, do I still need to tell him? Apart from embarrassing myself, what's the point?
"Brother Heng..." Wen Jin called out his nickname. Let her call him by his nickname for the last time, just like in the past.
Brother Heng.
The two words that carry the memories of their childhood, youth, and youth for nearly seventeen years are like ripples on a quiet lake.
It's been many years since he ascended the throne, and he hasn't heard her call him that way for many years.
Fu Jingheng clasped her small chin, and looked at her with his deep eyes in the candlelight, not missing any expression on her cheeks, "Pay attention to your identity, and don't forget what you should call me!"
Identity, her humble status as a slave for him to play with?
The identity of his child’s mother?
Or was it that layer, almost forgotten by her under the thick dust, that he was wary of at all times, the identity of the adopted daughter of his political enemy the Regent? Since when had she, as a companion, been forbidden to step into his
Study, how ironic!
"This slave knows the crime. This slave is saying, Your Majesty."
Your Majesty.
The unfamiliar word turned the heated night before sleeping into a cold and piercing pain, and she almost suffocated. You see, they had agreed to protect each other, but why did he change his mind first and start a relationship with her step-sister, the sworn enemy who bullied her?
Is it good to get married? Yes, she is just a bastard who was despised by Prime Minister Xue and took away the surname Xue, and she has no ancestors who are the founding fathers of the country...
Fu Jingheng put his cheek on her neck and looked at her beautiful profile in the night that once fascinated him, before she betrayed him...
"Sad?" His voice was cold.
"Slave... It's sad to have no identity." Seventeen years of acquaintance, seven years of love, sharing weal and woe, only to be abandoned. How can we not be sad?
"Neither wife nor concubine, you have no identity." He laughed sarcastically.
Wen Jin closed her eyes, turned her back to him, and wet the pillow with tears.
The candlelight in the room took her back to that rainy night many years ago. At that time, the Lord was not the Nine-Five Supreme Being. He was still the young man who was confined in the cold palace of the Forbidden City and cried on the corridor.
She has been Junshang's personal companion since childhood, accompanying him in reading and writing, grinding ink and laying paper for him, and dreaming about the future with him. Many years ago, he was drunk once, and in the flickering candlelight, he half-squinted his drunken eyes and touched a piece of red.
Silk covered the top of her head, and she was pressed onto the dragon bed when she had just reached hair extensions, taking away her palace sand.
From then on, in addition to reading to him, she also had the errand of sleeping with him.
As long as he wants it, no matter when, no matter where he is. He has also done it on the lattice of the antique small window in the Dragon Sleeping Room, bathing in the joy of making love in the frosty moonlight.
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When I woke up the next day, half of the dragon bed behind me was already empty, and the cool and faint ambergris from Fu Jingheng's body was still on the pillow.
Fu Jingheng stood in front of the bronze mirror, staring at Wen Jin's figure reflected in the mirror. He never thought that he would be betrayed by the woman closest to him. He never trusted others, and his trust...
Finally paid by mistake!
The harem was extremely lively, with gongs and drums playing, and the atmosphere was full of joy. A five-foot-high stage was set up in the Yilan Hall next door, and the actors sang the words "Mandarin ducks come in pairs".
Today is the day for the emperor to accept his concubine.
Wen Jin stayed up all night, serving Fu Jingheng in front of the bronze mirror and putting on the groom's wedding clothes. She had married him in her dream. In the dream, she was wearing a red wedding dress, he was wearing the groom's clothes, and he married her as his wife.
Son.
Now he is someone else's groom. In the future, he will have an imperial concubine and a queen. He will be the groom of many women, but not hers...
When leaving, Fu Jingheng pinched her chin, lowered his picturesque eyebrows, and said coldly: "Go over and kneel in advance, don't be late."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Wen Jin's heart felt like it was being squeezed hard and painful.
Wen Jin and Grandma went to meet Concubine Xue at the gate of Yilan Palace next door. Although she was a slave without status, she was a woman close to the king after all. According to the palace rules, she had to kneel for those who were higher than her.
The noble concubine raised the curtain of the sedan chair.
Fu Jingheng stood there in his wedding clothes, as if he and Wen Jin were strangers, and even hesitated to look at Wen Jin.
Wen Jin quietly looked at the handsome groom. He stared deeply at Concubine Xue's eight-carriage sedan. The bright red color of the wedding ceremony between him and Miss Xue was really eye-catching.
"Wen Jin respectfully welcomes the queen in." Wen Jin knelt on the ground, lifted the sedan curtain with trembling hands, and humbly greeted Concubine Xue. She finally turned herself into an abandoned wife before she became the wife of his matchmaker.
Xue Ning raised her eyes towards Wen Jin. This was the woman in Jun Shang's dragon's bedroom. Her bastard stepsister looked like a troublemaker. She didn't know what method she had used to seduce Jun Shang for so many years. Only Wen Jin could hear her.
In his voice, he said disdainfully: "It smells like a coquettish fox. I don't know who it comes from. It makes people have a headache."
Wen Jin touched her lips and described the scene of kneeling bitterly on the cold and hard ground, feeling uncomfortable in her stomach due to pregnancy, and the blood on her lips gradually drained away. She was bullied by her step-sister's family when she was a child.
Welling up in my heart, I couldn't help but clench my hands.
Fu Jingheng smiled thinly and stretched out his hand to Xue Ning, saying softly: "My dear concubine, I will bring you down."
Grandma's old face was expressionless. She stared at Concubine Xue in the sedan chair, gritted her teeth, and tutted.
Xue Ning smiled coyly, and slowly handed her jade hand with expensive armor to Fu Jingheng, saying coquettishly, "I want you to carry her into the Yilan Palace."
"Okay." Yujia said.
"Vomit!" Wen Jin tightened her hands. Her stomach was really uncomfortable during pregnancy, so she vomited...
A sound of vomiting drew everyone's attention to Wen Jin's face.
Fu Jingheng's cold gaze also fell on Wen Jin's brows, which were as dark as the distant mountains, and a low laugh escaped from his lips.