Liancheng held the little princess in his arms with trembling hands. He looked at the little princess's swollen mouth. The newborn baby was beaten severely by her mother. She was just hungry. Liancheng felt extremely distressed, but he didn't dare.
He spoke out to stop the noble woman, "The bitch is a slave, not her. She is bleeding half of your blood. Nishinomiya!"
He looked with admiration at the lofty Queen of the West Palace, the saint of Guangli Kingdom. People outside said that the saint was the holiest woman. Why was she so cruel?
Liancheng has been a common man for generations. He is a poor scholar living in a ruined temple. Who would have thought that the powerful minister would suddenly find him and go through all kinds of tricks and send him to the palace as a fake eunuch to serve the gorgeous lady inside the curtains of the West Palace?
woman, and caused Nishimiya Imperial Palace to give birth to his child.
Duanmu Fu smashed the teacup on Lian Cheng's cheek, causing a cut immediately, and blood dripped down his face, "You are indeed a bitch! Your appearance is about the same as the Holy One's! Recalling that night you were close to me.
, I just want to kill you!"
Liancheng's eyes are red, and the wound on his forehead hurts. The little princess Jiu'er is very hungry. He hasn't had any meals for two days. He is also very hungry. Nisigong will have dinner with him once every three days. He can eat tomorrow. Jiu'er, he
He was not worried about starvation. Xi Gong would not give Jiu'er any trouble in front of people. He was only worried about Jiu'er being wronged. Jiu'er lost five or six pounds in a few days.
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Zhonggong*Fengqi Hall
Zhang Tingxin consulted with the imperial doctors. After three days and three nights, Changlin's fever subsided. The chickenpox had a tendency to scab. After the fever subsided, the child could not rest anymore. He crawled back and forth on the carpet.
The dragon robe was in a mess. He crawled to his father's antique vase and held on to the vase to stand up and walk. He was only eight months old, but he could already stand quite well. He was Grandma's Chang Lin.
Lao Mo was afraid that the vase would fall over and hit Chang Lin, so he followed closely, "Little ancestor, please be slow, the vase is not stable, let's hold on to the legs of the dragon chair."
Wen Jin was lying on the pillow, watching her son happily crawling all over the room, and stood up with great energy. He turned around and looked directly at her, and she encouraged him: "Chang Lin Bangbang, grandma likes it!"
Fu Jingheng looked at his son's stubborn little back, turned around and said to Wen Jin, "I have to be strong-tempered, like you."
Wen Jin pursed her lips, which were bloodless, and her eyebrows were slightly raised, "My eyes are like yours."
Fu Jingheng wiped the thin sweat on her forehead with his sleeve, "Is it starting to hurt?"
"Yes." Wen Jin had just taken the medicine for preventing pregnancy. The brown medicine soup was very bitter. She didn't want to drink it for the second time in her life. It was like a knife cutting the flesh in her lower abdomen. She curled up in pain. The birth of this child was an accident. She
At first, I was hesitant, hesitant, and even thought about getting rid of her. I was also worried about how I would survive with her hiding around.
However, when the abortion medicine went down her abdomen and the pain separated her from her body, she realized that she loved the child who had made her hesitate. Even because she was pregnant with her, she resolutely carried her brother back to the palace with her.
Please become my concubine and stop wandering.
Previously, because of Chang Lin's high fever and convulsions, she had a miscarriage. The baby was barely saved at first, but the bleeding could not be stopped. Zhang Tingxin discovered that it was a pity that she had an unstable fetus, ectopic birth, and excessive bleeding.
Waiting in the West Palace delayed the best opportunity to preserve the fetus, and the fetal breath was gone. "After the body of Lord Jin has been nursed back to health, I will jump into the lake and commit suicide!"
Fu Jingheng said with a cold face, "You can't solve any problems."
Wen Jin probably understood in the past two days that it was not that Zhang Tingxin's medicine was not good, but that he did not give Bizitang that time at the house. She said warmly: "Your Majesty didn't say anything. It is indeed inconvenient for you to give me Bizitang."
.You are needed everywhere. If you commit suicide, what should these people do? Zhonggong, West Palace, West Palace..."
"I heard it, I'm blaming you. It's been two months, and some true temperament is finally showing." Fu Jingheng licked his lips, "From now on, Zhang Yuan will only use it for the exclusive use of the middle palace."
"I don't blame you. The overall situation is important. The national destiny is important. If she died in childbirth, outsiders will spread rumors that you can't hold the throne, and there will be big trouble. I sat in the corner of the West Palace and waited quietly for the doctor. I prayed for the Queen of the West Palace with piety.
Pray. Am I good? Your Majesty."
"You are good." Fu's voice trembled, "You have always been good."
Wen Jin curled up and was in severe pain. She clutched the corner of the quilt tightly but did not make a sound. The pain was too much to bear and she let out a low cry.
"Bite." Fu Jingheng put his fingers between her teeth, remembering Xi Gong's exaggerated cry when she gave birth to a girl, and felt strong disgust in his heart.
Wen Jin's lower abdomen felt extremely painful, so she opened her mouth and bit his finger. The sweet blood lingered between her teeth, knocking out two newly formed twins.
Wen Jin didn't cry at first. The moment he saw the twins, he felt his chest was suffocating and burst into tears. "Zhang Tingxin didn't tell me that there were two children...it turned out to be two..."
Fu Jingheng looked at the newly formed twins and her heartbroken expression, and he also shed tears. He guarded her for three days and three nights. He wanted more than anyone else to keep the child who made her return to him without hesitation.
If he was hit hard, he chose to stabilize the imperial power and killed his own pair of dragons and phoenixes with his own hands, and personally passed on the court judgment that Chang Lin urgently needed. His hands tightened, the imperial power made him cruel and cold-blooded, but he could not
Stop, he, Fu Jingheng, must remain invincible and use the blood of Wenguang and Lou to pay homage to his father’s dead soul!…
"Old Mo, please invite the eldest princess and the second prince to the imperial mausoleum, give them a grand burial, and name them Princess Changning and Prince Changyun." Fu Jingheng ordered.
"Yes." Lao Mo put the fallen dragon and phoenix in the brocade box and quickly sent them to the imperial mausoleum for burial.
When Wen Jin saw the miscarriage and was taken away, she straightened up suddenly and clutched Fu Jingheng's lapel tightly, "Give me back the child. Didn't you say that one of mine died, so you went to throw hers to death? My death
Two of them, this is not a dead puppy! How could you not throw her to death? How could you prepare for Jiuer's full moon baptism!"
"Okay. Go and throw her to death." Fu Jingheng got up and went.
Wen Jin pulled him back, "I lost my child, and I was so angry that I wanted to hurt innocent children. Please don't throw Jiu'er to death to prove that you care about me. Jiu'er is innocent. If you care, then you won't
It will be said that Zhang Tingxin was taken away. You did me a great favor by going to Jiangnan and rescuing my mother when she was assassinated. I will return your two children. We are settled."
Fu Jingheng held Wen Jin in his arms, "We will have children."
"we will not."
"Okay, no." Fu paused, "I will take anti-pregnancy medicine from now on. I will never give birth again."
Wen Jin stared at him deeply, how could he love her to the point of being humble and at the same time be cold and cruel enough to give up on her rationally.
"I don't want to feel the feeling of being given up so easily anymore. Between her and me, the king will always choose her without hesitation. Because she is more useful than me and can bring political benefits." Wen Jin finally saw clearly that he only
She loves the fact of the imperial power, "Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be given up? Jin'er is so afraid of being given up so easily. She doesn't want to be given up again."
Fu Jingheng felt pity in his heart for her soft and helpless voice, "She gave birth and your child got sick. Such a coincidence will never happen again. No one else will give birth again. All because I missed you too much and got drunk in the dragon's sleep."
From now on, there is no more wine in Guangli Palace. God’s will plays a trick on people, and I always face choices.”
Wen Jin leaned against his chest. This time, she did not soften her heart because of his helplessness. Instead, she became numb. She thought of leaving him for the first time. Apart from killing her enemies, she seemed to have no other attachment.
"Losing the child is something neither you nor I want. If it had been saved, everyone would be happy. Unfortunately, it was not saved. I don't blame you. I came back on my own, and I will deal with the consequences myself."
Fu ordered people to pour out all the fine wines in the palace. Daoqing Lake was so filled with wine that it almost overflowed the lake shore. The aroma of wine remained in the palace for several months.
Fu Jingheng looked at Wenjin curled up on the dragon bed. He wanted to touch her face, but was afraid of hurting her, so he didn't touch her. He called her softly, "Su Wenjin!"
Wen Jin smiled miserably at Fu Jingheng, "I love you."
Fu Jingheng's heart suddenly grasped, and he was deeply ridiculed, "That's enough, I know you hate it! Life is for two people. I am willing to maintain the life of a family in the palace with you. You are back, I am touched.
.But I need a balance between Sheji and you. If you can’t understand, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Wen Jin didn't speak for a long time and said, "I want to be alone for a while."
"I will move to the former residence of Leng Gong." Fu thought for a moment, took two steps away, and said to grandma: "Old lady, can you take good care of her?"
Grandma said: "You have been relegated to the cold palace, so you should worry about yourself first. She said she wanted to be quiet, so you really moved away and left her alone. She needs company and care most now. Women are duplicitous.
"
Fu frowned, "What should I do?"
Grandma said: "You should keep stalking her and never fight back if you scold her or hit her! Keep her warm."
Fu Jingheng was startled, "Don't come up with bad ideas. Will it scare her away? She said she wanted to be quiet."
"Yes! I'm having bad ideas. You should go out of the palace immediately. Don't interact with her for three years. It's best to move around the palaces again. Let her bear the miscarriage alone. Go quickly!" Grandma said and closed the door.
Come.
Fu Jingheng tightened his hands and said, "Teach me. I don't know how to coax women, and I don't know how to live."
He didn't know what happened, but suddenly said in the direction of Wen Jin: "You are the only one in my heart. Can you tell me what you want? I listen to you!"
Wen Jin's eyes were sore, his body was tired, and he wanted to rest. He ended the conversation with him in the most disgusting way, "I want you to marry me."
Fu Jingheng was silent for a long time.
Lao Mo and the others all shrank their necks and did not dare to speak.
Just Chang Lin was babbling. He pulled the corner of Fu Jingcheng's dragon robe and shouted: "嗲嗲..."
Wen Jin's heart sank little by little. He was about to tell her not to make trouble unreasonably. However, he unexpectedly heard Fu Jingheng's cool but gentle voice.