"He...means Xiao Jiang?" Fu asked her clearly, "He came to the theater with you?"
"yes."
After Wen Jin finished speaking, she held her hands on the hem of her skirt and got very close. The incense on his body was mixed with the aroma of traditional Chinese medicine and the aroma of wine that could not be ignored. It hit her nose. Did she drink a lot recently?
There was a talent show just a few months ago, and it was a huge event. She hugged the infant Chang Lin who was suffering from high fever. When she saw the official women on Huangmen Street, she stayed in the palace and the ones who were selected stayed in the palace.
You are full, why are you drinking? Your Majesty, does he have anything to worry about?
Out of missing him, she secretly came to the theater to recall every detail of the past years, but she did not disturb his life.
Now that she really saw him, she felt timid. She didn't know what to do. The wandering loneliness of the past three months disappeared the moment she saw him.
If her belly is gone, will he be curious about the whereabouts of the child? Or maybe he didn't realize that she has lost her belly.
She stumbled back two steps inexplicably, fearing to reveal her panic and longing, and fearing that she would fall into his familiar chest, the embrace she had become accustomed to over the years.
She also had Jiang Qing who was in the ambiguous stage. She made an appointment to accompany Yu Zhen and Bao Yin to take the exam tomorrow morning. At that time, she was expelled by the Empress Dowager, was used as a plaything by Fu and hidden in a golden cage, and was ordered to induce labor by her adoptive father.
Jiang Qing took her in when she was desperate. Jiang Qing said he would see her in the morning...
She should keep her distance from Fu.
But the clamoring impulse in her heart almost made her reveal that she had given birth to Chang Lin for him, Chang Lin, who had a disease in his left knee, who weighed four kilograms, the emperor's eldest son, Chang Lin.
The doctor said that the fetal disease in the left knee was not serious. The doctor really said that there is a chance to cure it. Chang Lin is only three months old and can lift his head very well. He turned over recently and his progress is much faster than the eight pounds. Chang Lin is also eager to prove himself.
Being physically disabled and strong-willed will not bring shame to his father.
Wen Jin finally pressed the words to the back of her tongue and swallowed them. She didn't say anything. She didn't throw herself into his arms and tell him how painful it was to have a baby. She didn't even whisper that the child's grandma was really bad and try to instigate discord between mother and son.
"With Fu Jingheng's unfinished Farewell My Concubine, can you also watch it with Jiang Huaizhou? That unfinished scene is not any different?" Fu said in a difficult tone.
"Well...it was just that you didn't finish the play that day. I finished it. You were in a coma, but I didn't. For me, the play was over."
"Okay. This drama is over for you." Fu pursed his lips.
Wen Jin lowered her head and drugged him. She was so unapologetic. She was really treasonous. She had never knelt down when she saw him like others. She was not afraid of him. She knew what he looked like when he was down. She knew that he had a bad temper. She
Well, this sound may earn her a slap in the face, or dozens of sticks, but she can't change her habit of lifting dragon scales backwards.
But she stared at the toes of her shoes for a long time, not waiting for a slap or a punishment from the emperor. Instead, she waited for a faint sigh of pity from the emperor on her neck. She was surprised and afraid that she would be inexplicably hurt by him.
She became confused under his pity and surrendered under his dragon robe and lost herself three times. She went against her will and used her little sense to force herself to take two steps back.
"He made you thin. You were pitifully thin. My 110-pound fat spot has disappeared." Fu Jingheng laughed at himself. She was afraid that he would hate him, so she avoided him, and retreated in two steps.
After four steps, he handed the umbrella handle forward and said, "Take it."
"Hmm..." Wen Jin took the umbrella. The mother consumes a lot of milk from the baby and often gets up at night to take care of the baby. It is normal to be thin.
Fu Jingheng first walked to the bottom of the corridor to take shelter from the rain.
The emperor was caught in the rain a few steps from the center of the street to the bottom of the corridor. If he didn't hold an umbrella, even the imperial guards did not dare to hold one. The young men in the dark accompanied him in the rain, and Wenjin was the only one to hold an umbrella. After Fu entered the corridor, the imperial guards did not dare to hold an umbrella.
He also put the umbrella on the top of his neck. His subordinates were afraid of him from the bottom of their hearts. The guardsmen all respected the boss and spared their lives, unlike her, who spared no lives.
Wen Jin took an umbrella and returned to the bottom of the corridor. He stood the umbrella up and placed it head down on the corridor pillar at Fu's feet. Then he stood diagonally behind him from a distance, looking at his slender back.
Lao Mo came up quietly and said: "Master, since you left, I have been drinking wine as water every night, using wine to take headache medicine, and my spleen and stomach have been bleeding since the first month, and using wine to take the stomach-nourishing traditional Chinese medicine prescribed by Zhang Yuan.
.He thought you would come home once in three months to persuade him to take good care of himself. But the master never came back. Grandma wanted to find you, but he wouldn't let her. Grandma was not allowed to disturb your life.
."
Wen Jin felt a sudden pain in her heart. He actually didn't care about the dragon body so much. She had never been away from him for so long. He was diligent and upright in state affairs, but in life he was just like an unweaned child. She had always cared about him, but that was all.
I would worry about whether he had eaten three meals on time, whether he had kicked his quilt at night, whether he had found his belt in the closet, and whether he would curl up on the bed and ask for comfort when he had a headache.
Wen Jin's eyes were a little sore, and she lowered her eyes and said nothing. How could she dare to go back? She was kicked out by her mother, the Empress Dowager, so how could she go back, and he made it clear that he would not marry her. If she went back, it would be nothing but self-destruction.
She could only miss her secretly. She finally broke it off. If she misses her again, she can't make the same mistake again.
Lao Mo added, "He asked the garment bureau to embroider pink edges on his sleeves. He said that if he wore pink, the master would not leave."
"Stop talking..." Wen Jin stopped Lao Mo from continuing, and Wen Jin put her hand on her heart.
Fu Jingheng did not leave, nor did he look back at her. He looked away from her, leaning on the pillar of the corridor and standing there patiently, as if he was waiting with her for the "him" she casually said was going to get the umbrella, as if he was asking for proof.
Did he really come with his ministers?
Wen Jin was soaked, and the coldness of the winter rain invaded her body. The sound of her teeth chattering was quite embarrassing in the quiet corridor.
"Cold?" Fu Jingheng looked back at her and said, "Can I lend you my shirt?"
Wen Jin trembled and said: "I...I'm not cold. Ah sneeze..."
He was so cold that he sneezed and had a tendency to feel cold.
Fu Jingheng tightened his hands, and was rejected without any suspense, "Okay. You are more ruthless. Be ruthless to me, and be ruthless to yourself. Continue to distance yourself from me. You are not cold."
"I'm really not cold. I'm just frozen. It's not cold when it freezes, it's cold when it thaws." Wen Jin said stiffly, hugging her thin body and standing in the windshield. The rain also stopped, and after waiting for another half an hour,
Her breasts were getting more engorged, and Chang Lin must have been hungry, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The warmth of his shirt made her confused.
Zishu came to the imperial gate with a noble prince in purple clothes. Wen Jin heard Zishu calling him King Huaisu in Western Zhou dialect.
Wen Jin vaguely remembered that when she was a reading companion, Fu once told her that there was a ruthless character named Qin Huaisu who killed his father and came to the throne in the Western Zhou Dynasty. Fu handed Qin Huaisu a knife when he killed his father. It turned out that Fu and Nangong Jue were at odds with each other.
At the same time, he was also meeting Qin Huaisu secretly.
Coming closer, Huaisu joked to Fu in Western Zhou dialect: "Brother Fu made an appointment with his younger brother Yu Jiaye to hook up at the military aircraft. It is now almost midnight. My brother was late and I planned to break off the relationship. I saw that my brother was trapped by a woman.
The sadomasochistic relationship is deep and I find it very ridiculous, but I can still be friends for two days, and then break off the friendship after seeing enough of my brother's jokes."
Fu Jingheng said with a smile in authentic Western Zhou dialect, "I asked Zi Shu to take you to see a joke? You should seize the opportunity. You only get one chance in three months. If you miss it, I wonder how many months you can wait to see me tripped up by a woman."
"Hush, she knows foreign languages, one more than me. I'm sure I'll scare her away if I hear her. It's not easy to meet her by chance."
Qin Huaisu said, "I am no longer my brother's favorite. But I am convinced when I lose to a beauty. After all, I don't often see my brother's jokes. I have heard that my brother is a ruthless person who climbed to court even after he was half sick."
Fu Hehuaisu loved to joke, "It's true. Even if she died of illness, she would be carried to the Golden Dragon Throne to attend court in the morning. When she saw her, she would pretend to be ill and not go to court tomorrow morning. I will pester her tonight. Are you satisfied with this joke?"