Full text of Wen Jin and Fu Jingheng: The day the tyrant took his concubine, I had morning sickness Chapter 18 I can't even get the slightest bit of interest. She just...
Chapter 18 I can't even get the slightest bit of interest. She just...
When Wen Jin heard his humiliating words, she felt extremely uncomfortable. She didn't know where the courage came from and asked him: "Xue Ning just said that she has a new relationship with En Yulu. I also want to ask about the Xue Ning from Yilan Hall next door to Wen He."
, who satisfied you more in bed last night?"
Fu Jingheng pursed his lips slightly and said, "Xue."
"..."
"Your skills are too poor. You can't even scream." Fu Jingheng added, "I can't even get the slightest interest out of it. She just..."
"Stop talking..." His direct words made Wen Jin feel so sad that she could hardly breathe as she clutched the clothes at her heart.
"What's your answer? Who makes you more comfortable, me or Jiang Qing?"
Wen Jin looked at him, and although he wanted to imitate his sentence structure and reply with the word "Chiang", he only had a head on his neck, so there was no need to show off his quick words.
"I have said countless times that I and Jiang Huaizhou are innocent! You will only have one man in this life! If you feel that I have been a burden to you all these years, you can humiliate me in this way, and I will return the key to your private treasury.
That's all for you, your Majesty. From now on, I will pull my mouth out of your Majesty's pot and never eat a grain of rice from your Majesty's house again."
As Wen Jin said that, she seriously took out the keys, several large banknotes and several taels of broken silver from her lapel, and handed them back to Fu Jingheng. From now on, she really has to do something of her own to make a living. She pierced her adoptive father with her mouth.
It wasn't suitable there either. Xue Xiang didn't have food for her, and her grandfather couldn't live under someone else's roof for a long time.
Fu Jingheng's palms turned cold and he held the key. He felt ridiculous for his youth and frivolity. He actually handed over all his wealth to the adopted daughter of his political opponent, but she didn't care about his wealth. "Are you willing to return the key to me and play hard to get?"
It's okay if you don't eat a grain of rice. I'll see how many days you can last."
"You don't have to play hard to get!" Wen Jin said and remembered that he had a fiancée whose surname was Duanmu, named Fu'er. She was the daughter of the national preceptor and a saint of the Guangli Kingdom. She had been accompanying him in the Hanshan Nunnery these years.
His biological mother prayed for the late emperor in Qingdeng Ancient Buddha Land, "I just don't have the identity to keep this key anymore. Your Majesty will just give it to a trustworthy mistress in the future."
With that said, he took advantage of Fu Jingheng's absence, slid off his legs, and walked away.
Fu Jingheng held her wrist again, "Where are you going?"
"Go get you some painkillers!"
Wen Jin said with red eyes, even though he had been hurting her and humiliating her, she could not ignore his headaches. She had always been considerate of his difficulties in childhood. She was also unfortunate when she was young. He lost his father when he was young.
, she lost her mother when she was young, and they grew up together with him, keeping each other warm. She was reluctant to part with their friendship for so many years. The veins on his forehead became more and more bulging, and he must have a severe headache.
Hearing this, Fu Jingheng's heart suddenly moved. He humiliated her so much, and she still cared about my headache. She... pretended to care about me, so realistically that I almost fell into her trap again. No wonder she was a thief who stole my heart.
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Wen Jin held his arm. Because his head really hurt, he followed her into the inner hall, sat on the dragon bed, half-stroking his forehead, "Bring the medicine quickly, I have a terrible headache."
Wen Jin quickly went to the closet to get the pills he often took. He took a glass of water and walked back to the bed. He handed the water and medicine to his hand, "I brought the medicine. Take it quickly. Take the medicine and sleep."
It will be fine in a moment. Don’t get angry easily in the future. If you know that you have this disease, you should take care of your body. What royal power and wealth can’t bring after birth, and what can’t be taken away after a hundred years, health and safety are
It’s the most important thing.”
"Wouldn't you be happier if I died? If your adoptive father and Jiang Qing come to power, you will be just as prosperous and wealthy." Fu Jingheng clutched his eyebrows in pain, "Mrs. Regent, or Mrs. Dali Temple. Isn't it better than following me without any name or status?"
Wen Jin was angry at him and burst into tears again. She suppressed her heartbreak and said, "The more nonsense you are talking about, the more you talk about death. How can I be happy if you die? I will die with you."
"I?"
"slave!"
"I will die immediately." Fu Jingheng frowned, pressed his temples heavily with his hands, and said: "It hurts so much, you will be happy! As many people want to sit on that dragon chair!"
Seeing that he was in severe pain, Wen Jin quickly grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't say the word "death" again. Who are you? The whole country has so many things waiting for you. How many people have no food to eat and are hungry waiting for the government's relief.
The family and the family are living a difficult life. You are saying the word "die". Even though you don't want to see the slave, you should think about grandma and the old mother in the nunnery. She has been imprisoned for nearly twenty years because of you. How difficult it is."
Fu Jingheng sneered, "I'm almost touched. You're considerate. I don't know how to curse me in my heart."
Wen Jin said with blurry eyes: "Stop talking. Just take medicine."
"Have you added chronic poison to this medicine?" Fu Jingheng looked at her with a chuckle.
Wen Jin burst into tears, "I don't know how many investigations the imperial doctor has made, but who can give you medicine easily? If you don't believe it, I'll take one and let you see. If it's poisonous, just poison me to death first."
Come and go, I became fluent in two days. I was so stunned that my mother was afraid that she would be angry with her.
As she spoke, she took a pill in her mouth. She did not swallow the pill because she was pregnant, so as not to affect the child's health. The bitter taste of the medicine stimulated her taste buds, and her throat moved, feeling a little pregnant. She endured the discomfort and then drank the water again.
He handed the medicine to Fu Jingheng.
"The pill in your mouth is not poisonous, who knows if the others are poisonous. You have eight hundred tricks." Fu Jingheng still did not take the water glass and pills from her hand.
"Then, Your Majesty, what should I do? How can I be willing to take medicine... um..."
As Wen Jin spoke, she saw his handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes. She felt a chill on the back of her neck, and he hooked her neck with his hand. She was forced to bend over, her lips softened, and he blocked the words in her mouth.
He kissed her, inserting the tip of his tongue and forcefully taking away the bitter pill in her mouth.
After Dragonfly drank some water, the bitter taste of the medicine was removed from her mouth, leaving some cool and sweet taste that belonged to him. The tips of her ears also turned red, and finally her throat tightened, with a sound of vomiting, and a sound of morning sickness escaped.
Fu Jingheng's eyes darkened, "You were vomited by me? I've disgusted you so much!"
"No... I just..." She was pregnant with Chang Lin.
"Don't make excuses! I don't believe every word you say!"
Wen Jin's shoulders moved and he lowered his jaw sadly.
Fu Jingheng irritably took the water cup from her hand, took a sip of water and put the pills into his abdomen. He put the water cup on the bedside table, leaned on the pillow, and looked at her with squinted eyes, "Only when I take the medicine like this can I
Don't worry. You won't poison yourself. Even if I kiss you, I feel very sick to my stomach."
Wen Jin sighed quietly, he was so wary of her that he endured nausea and tried to take the pills in her mouth, "Lie down and rest for a while."
Fu Jingheng raised his hand and held the belt around her waist. As he had done every time he had a headache in the past, he half-browned his eyebrows and looked sickly to please her, and said to her: "My head hurts... I feel so sick."
Can’t stand it anymore…”
He was so uncomfortable that he didn't even bother to say the word "I" as a symbol of identity, and started talking to her directly as "I".