Wen Jin slept deeply until dawn, when it was almost dawn, he suddenly woke up to the sound of roosters crowing. He remembered that he had to feed the child, and his chest felt uncomfortable.
After becoming a mother, I have never slept through the night. Since I became a grandmother in Changlin, I understand the difficulties of parents even more. I also remember that day Xue Xiang told her in the main room of her mother that she peed on him when she was a child.
, and what happened when Mr.
Er Niang's father, General Lou, is a veteran of Fu's command. If Fu doesn't allow it, how will she bring down the Lou family?
There is a saying that is particularly sad and powerless. It is called: A son wants to support his parents but his parents will not wait for him. It is better to fulfill his filial piety in time while his parents are still alive.
Her waist was held tightly by Fu, and he was sleeping soundly on her chest. For the first time in months, what awaited her when she woke up was not an empty room. For the first time, he and the baby were by her side, and the three members of the family were in the same room.
Feeling stopped wandering.
Fu Qingjun's face was nestled against her neck, and he was snoring softly and unpreparedly. He always slept lightly without snoring, but it was obvious that he was sleeping deeply this time, and he didn't even notice when she touched his long eyelashes.
The self-defense dagger he never left his hand was thrown carelessly on a table far away. It is said that the king never left the cold blade behind his sleeves when walking around the female family members of the West Palace to the west of Daoqing Lake. Today, he is wearing only obscene clothes and is completely naked.
He hugged her without risking his life, maybe he trusted her.
When he was sleeping, he didn't look like a bad-tempered tyrant who would cut off other people's heads. Instead, he looked like an easy-going baby like Chang Lin.
She wanted to get out of bed to breastfeed, but Fu Jingheng frowned dissatisfied. He choked in his sleep and was dissatisfied. He hugged her tighter and looked for comfort in the crook of her neck. It was obvious that he had been alone for several months.
She was afraid of being alone when sleeping. How could she have been separated from him for so long three months?
Wen Jin sighed quietly, and gently rang the wind chime on the bedside. She called the wet nurse Sister Zhao. Fu asked Lao Mo to select Sister Zhao from among two thousand people. She seemed to have a decent style.
She also likes children, so she whispered: "Sister, bring the baby and let me feed it."
Sister Zhao gave Chang Lin to Wen Jin, and she caught a glimpse through the gap in the bed curtain. The emperor, who was usually in the extremely cold altitude, was hugging Lord Jin like a clinging spirit and refused to let go. He was extremely dependent on her.
Wenjin fed Chang Lin, who was quite energetic. Chang Lin ate while she was eating and then stopped eating. Sister Zhao took her out to Zhang Tingning Hospital for morning care on her left knee. The child received massage every day, but the progress was not good.
It’s not big, Ting Ning said, don’t worry, the baby will need acupuncture when it’s older, but at three months old, the baby is too young, and the acupuncture to the bone marrow is too painful, and it’s pitiful to cry. At least he can understand words after he is over one year old, and he can speak and shout when it hurts.
If you use acupuncture again, if it hurts too little, it will only make you cry, which makes it difficult to ask questions and is heart-wrenching.
Wen Jin's other side was in pain and she leaned on the soft pillow to make trouble.
Fu didn't know when he woke up, and he was very angry. He didn't know what he was upset about. He found that his arms were not empty. He opened his sleepy eyes and saw that Wen Jin was still there. He stopped being upset. He saw her hand on her shoulder, which was aching.
His voice was slightly hoarse in the morning: "The little guy doesn't have a big appetite."
"Hmm. My stomach is not big after three months." Wen Jin clicked his chin. The conversation between a normal couple was ambiguous and intimate, but also made him feel a little guilty because he had a wife and Luo Fu had a husband. Especially, he had a husband.
There were so many women...and she struggled not to become one of them.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Fu asked.
"It hurts a little. I want to feed him, but he's full. I can't force him." Wen Jin told the truth, but she didn't want to talk in depth, and ended the conversation: "It doesn't hurt."
"You can force his father." Fu Jingheng unbuttoned a few buttons on her collar and reached over.
Afterwards, he pecked her red face and said with a smile, "Is it better?"
"Fu...will you blame yourself for her?"
"Don't ask her. If you agree to stay with me for a few days, don't worry about it. Thinking too much about others will make you tired."
Wen Jin remembered that Jiang Qing was waiting for her alone in Yangzhou. Jiang Qing took her in when her amniotic fluid broke and she was desperate. He introduced her to all his relatives and friends. Everyone in the Jiang family knew that she was Jiang Qing.
As a fiancée, Jiang Qing's mother took care of her during the confinement period, but she took off Jiang's mother's daughter-in-law's jade bracelet without breaking up with Jiang Qing, pretending that she and Fu were still on good terms, and looked at Fu's sleeping face.
A hint of sweetness hits my heart.
Self-blame engulfed her, but she could not leave the lonely Fu Jingheng behind. She decided not to dwell on what it was like for Jiang Qing to wait for her at her grandmother's house in Yangzhou to celebrate the New Year.
She brainwashed herself and broke up with Fu after the seventh day of the lunar month. She broke up with Fu after he had a queen, because she couldn't do anything like knowing that he had a wife and still associate with him, even if he was Jun.
superior.
She will also confess to Jiang Qing that she is grateful to him for family ties more than for men and women, ending her state of deep torture due to self-blame.
Hearing this, Fu Jingheng stood up and placed Mother Jiang's bracelet, which he had taken off from her wrist last night, in the first compartment on the left side of the closet. "Put the bracelet here. Don't forget to put it on on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year."
"Um."
"Don't mention his name these days. I don't want to hear it. Let me make peace with you first. He is taking advantage of others' danger. A gentleman will come and tell me that my woman's son is in his hands. What has he done, the crime of deceiving the emperor? He
I advise you not to come back. I guess he advised you. I despise my son for being disabled. Is he good? When a man wants a woman, no one is good. Remember, at least I am bad and magnanimous. At least I take your feelings into consideration and do not punish you.
he."
As he spoke, he turned around and smiled with her.
Wen Jin did not mention Jiang Huaizhou's name again, "How many days will the court be off during the Chinese New Year this year?"
"Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year." Fu Jingheng said, "Eight days."
"In previous years, instead of giving all the officials five days off, you didn't take a day off. On the first day of the new year, you even called the ministers to come to court and work hard?" Wen Jin was puzzled. "This year, you are so extravagant that you are willing to give up court for eight days."
"Celebrate the New Year with Chang Lin and his mother. After working hard for so many years, let's take a break." Fu Jingheng took Lao Mo's Longjing tea and drank it and said, "It's not as sweet as you. I just quenched my thirst. No need for tea."
Wen Jin immediately turned red at the tip of his ears and asked again: "On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year?"
"On the seventh day of the lunar month, I am busy with government affairs all day long. The Ministry of Etiquette often says that entertainment is better than official business." Fu Jingheng pursed his lips and smiled, "I'm satisfied. Can you compare it? Which one is more important in my mind?"
Wen Jin frowned.
Suddenly someone from the palace came over to report, "Your Majesty, Master Duanmu is suffering from miscarriage. Master Duanmu has ordered someone to come and invite you to cross the Qinghu Lake."
Wen Jin's curved eyebrows slowly narrowed.
Fu Jingheng was quiet after hearing this. It was too much to bring Wenjin to the wedding room. He owed Duanmufu the child in his belly. After all, he followed him as a virgin. But now he is lost, and Su Wenjin is by his side.
He didn't want to go far. He rarely fell in love with women, but because Su Wenjin made exceptions again and again, this time he didn't choose to make Su Wenjin sad, but chose to break his fiancée's heart.
He and Wen Jin stopped talking.
He sat quietly by the window for a long time, then waved his hand and called Lao Mo: "Go and deal with it."
He himself did not go to Qinghu Lake, and he did not express any emotions to Wen Jin. He said gently: "Get up. Don't you want to go and make trouble for grandma? I'm holding the baby, and you hide the rolling pin. You can't wrap it up on New Year's Eve."
Dumplings, the old lady is calling her back to her hometown in Shandong again."
Wen Jin leaned against the soft pillow and smiled, her eyes turning red as she smiled. He must have been thinking about that place. She did not pretend to persuade him to come over and have a look. She promised to celebrate the New Year in Fengqi Hall, but the result was a foreseeable revenge.
The pleasure did not appear because there was a worried look in Fu's eyes, which made Wen Jin appear to have done something bad.
Today is the 29th day of the Lunar New Year. Eight days are very long. You see, there are the 30th day of the Lunar New Year, the first, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth day of the Lunar New Year.
Her brother A-hen is about to get married, her Chang Lin will finally become the illegitimate son of a concubine, and she will finally go from being his only woman to living more and more like a mistress who ruins his life, even though... she was the one who married him first
He was good, it was Duanmu Fu who climbed into her bed on the day she gave birth, so why did she become the bad guy?
Over there, Duanmu was about to have a miscarriage, and here, little Jiang was in Yangzhou. She and Fu Ru had stolen a few days, attracted to each other but worried about each other, and couldn't stop taking risks.
Seeing Wen Jin's pale face, Fu hugged him tightly and said, "You are so delicate and soft, I can't bear it for two days. How many days do you want to give it to me?"
Wen Jin said, "On the seventh day of the lunar month."
Fu narrowed his eyes at her and did not agree. He just said, "Just tonight."
Wen Jin hugged his heart, feeling stuffy and painful, and stubbornly said: "The seventh day of the lunar month."
Fu felt extremely distressed, and finally touched her hair and told her in a gentle voice, "It won't work on the seventh day of the lunar month."
Wen Jin understood that he could not allow her to be nice to her on the day of his wedding. He was balancing her and Duanmu. He did not indulge her to the point of embarrassing Duanmu at Duanmu's wedding. Then why could she be with Duanmu on the day of giving birth?
, she bit him on the shoulder like a wounded animal, she couldn't tie him down, feeling powerless.
Fu was hurt by the bite, and gently held her hair, saying softly: "My dear, isn't it enough that I am yours? She just got a title."
Wen Jin was in despair, she loved him deeply. Isn't the most sincerity a man can show to a woman that he is marrying a matchmaker?
***
The main seat of Jinhua Palace on the west bank of Daoqing Lake is Duanmu Fu.
Two or three imperial doctors were taking her pulse. She was so stimulated and angry that she had fetal gas, and her lower body was bleeding. The blood was bright red, and she had symptoms of threatened abortion.
Duanmufu's plump and wealthy face lost all color, and with pale cheeks, she nervously asked the imperial physician: "Emperor physician, how is my child?"