Wen Jin's heart tightened, and she was stunned. The emperor's powerful arms in dazzling black dragon robes were wrapped around her waist, and she was brought into his arms. The familiar scent of ambergris entangled her breath.
There were contemptuous smiles in the eyes of the second and third concubines at the palace gate, and Queen Mother Xia's eyes at the gate blamed her for her indiscretion.
Wen Jin looked up at Fu Jingheng's face and said softly: "You are talking to the prince."
"See my emperor." Jiang Huaizhou knelt down and saluted.
If Fu Jingheng didn't see Jiang Huaizhou and didn't say he loved his wife, he didn't care about his opponent's defeat. Being jealous seemed to be beneath his status. Although he was jealous, no one would know if he didn't show it.
Lao Mo Xunsi everyone knows the reality...
"Do you still want to eat hawthorn cake? The tooth marks are cute, I looked at them for a long time." Fu Jingheng asked Wen Jin with a thin smile, and handed over the plate of hawthorn cake in his hand.
"I won't eat anymore." Wen Jin trembled inexplicably and saw Liu Yingfu not far from Fu.
"Yeah. I won't eat anymore." Fu put the hawthorn cake on the waiter's tray with the jade plate, and with a snap, the hawthorn cake poured out from the plate.
Everyone in the palace was kneeling, and the scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"Who said the first thing?" Fu Jingheng asked Wen Jin.
"I." Wen Jin protected Jiang Huaizhou. If the emperor knew what Jiang Huaizhou said first, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to spare Jiang Qing lightly. "I owe him an apology, don't I? I still have to have some sense of responsibility," he said.
Sorry, it would be irresponsible for me to run away from the wedding."
Fu Jingheng stared at her with half-squinted eyes.
Wen Jin looked at him with neither humility nor arrogance.
Jiang Huaizhou said in a deep voice: "It was Wei Chen who greeted Chang Zai first. She is the master, Jiang is the minister, and I want to say hello to the master."
Fu tightened his hand on Wenjin's waist and felt Wenjin trembling in his arms, "I'm not angry. Don't be afraid of me."
The concubines in the palace were all waiting for the king to punish Chang Zai, who had met privately with his foreign husband for not behaving properly. Over in the side hall, the Queen of the West Palace even put aside her daughter's baptism and watched the situation at the palace gate. Some people did not wait for others to comment.
Seeking death.
Wen Jin didn't know what Fu Jingheng would do to her, what he would do to Jiang Huaizhou, whether he would pierce Jiang Qing's body with a dagger or send Jiang Qing to prison as he did in the past.
Fu Jingheng didn't speak for a long time. He pressed his thin lips close to her ear and said, "I told you that I miss you so much today and I am eager to please you. Now that he is in my hands, I plan to let him go, but... I want a reward."
I started asking for it early in the morning, do you agree now? You have no way out..."
Wen Jin's earlobe felt a little itchy, she tapped her chin, "Look at the moon for a while, then go back to the room."
"Azhou, get up." When Fu Jingheng received Wen Jin's answer, he lowered his hands to help his lover up, "The temple is located on a high ground and the floor is cold. It is difficult to kneel for a long time. If you kneel for a long time, you will not be able to get up. Your legs will hurt.
Yun Si, take good care of your consort! Why don't we two couples enjoy the moon together in the garden?"
Jiang Huaizhou had a sweet taste in his throat, and the word "kneeling" was really harsh. Yun Si came over to hold him. He wanted to withdraw his arms, but Yun Si hugged him tightly. Yun Si said, "I won't disturb my brother and sister-in-law from admiring the moon. I
My husband and I are getting ready to return home. We are newlyweds, newlyweds."
Yun Si knew how to read words and emotions, so before the emperor's patience ran out, she glanced at Wen Jin gratefully and took her husband away. After walking around the imperial garden, Jiang Huaizhou threw his arm away and said, "Let go."
Yun Si said: "Everyone could see just now that the emperor suppressed his anger and had the urge to kill. I don't want to be a widow!"
Fu Jingheng's body became extremely tense. He and Wen Jin intertwined their fingers. He chuckled, "I'm so jealous. I want to devour you. I pretend to be patient and look at the moon with you."
The palace concubines in the corridors of the temple and side halls all felt disappointed as the drama of the king's constant punishment that they wanted to see did not happen.
Wen Jin was also surprised. Fu Jingheng actually controlled his temper very well. He did not attack Jiang Qing in public, nor did he blame her. He held her hand and sometimes tightened her hand. It was ambiguous and intimate. He asked her, "My mother
What did I say to you, and why did you leave the hawthorn cake and leave the palace?"
"She said that I am no different from my second mother, and that she has sinister intentions in ostracizing the eldest son. She said that she misses you. Fu, go back and have a meal with her."
Fu Jingheng didn't say anything, but asked her for a long time, "What do you like best?"
"Hyacinth." Hyacinth represents love and happiness.
Fu Jingheng didn't say anything after hearing this. The moonlight was beautiful, and her fingers were intertwined with his. She was also a little trembling. She took out the petition from the bottom of her sleeve and handed it to Fu Jingheng, "Please help me find someone to take over this petition."
Fu Jingheng was startled, "Didn't you just hand it to him yourself?"
"No." Wen Jin pursed her lips and smiled, "I have a husband-in-law. There is no reason to hand the complaint to my husband. I am too cautious when I am with you."
Fu Jingheng's heart softened, he took the complaint and said to her: "Let's ask Azhou to do it. He is no longer the barrier between you and me. Be brave and don't be afraid of me. I'll give you my words and I won't hurt you no matter what."
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"Yeah." Wen Jin's eyes were sour and she suddenly shed tears under the moonlight.
"Why are you crying?"
"I thought you would be very angry and make things difficult for me and Jiang in public. I thought you would suspect that the two babies in my belly are not yours." Wen Jin folded her belly, "I was actually scared."
"Well. I know you have suffered a lot in the past year. I believe that the two babies in your belly are mine. Don't think too much about it." When the moonlight set in the west, Fu Jingheng took his Chang Zai back to the middle palace to sleep.
He hugged her by the small window and kissed her. In his increasingly tight breathing, he said, "Go take a bath. I will love you very much tonight."
Wen Jin nodded and entered the bathroom. Fu helped her bathe when she was sick in the past month, but he never bathed with her. This time he stayed. There were many scars on his body, giving his perfect body
It leaves a lot of regrets.
Even though Wen Jin had been close to him many times, she didn't dare to really look at his body. He reached for the tea and took a sip. Seeing that she opened her eyes and looked away from him, he hugged her over and sat on his bed.
On the leg, "Are you shy? Don't you count the scars on my body."
"Does it still hurt?" Wen Jin asked lightly.
"It won't hurt if you touch it."
Wen Jin brushed the scar on his heart with her fingers and said, "Touch. It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Here, or go to bed?" Fu asked.
"not here."
Fu Jingheng helped her dry her hair and body, burned some incense in the incense burner, and pressed her on the dragon bed in the candlelight. He held her face and asked her: "Where do I want to kiss first?"
It looks so alluring everywhere.”
Wen Jin saw a complex look in his eyes that she didn't understand. She put her hands on his neck. Her eyes were sore from the incense and her throat was choked. She asked him: "Brother Heng...are you worried?"
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"Hmm. I'm a little worried." Fu Jingheng's kiss fell on her eyebrows and neck first, "When do you plan to wean Changlin?"
"One year old." Wen Jin said softly.
"Two years old." Fu chuckled and enjoyed the bed with her. He buried his cheek in her chest, "Three years old, four years old. As for me, when will I be weaned? Thirty, forty.
Bar."
Wen Jin couldn't help but blush, her breathing gradually became disordered, and there was a charming look in the corners of her eyes. He put his hands on her slim waist and said in a tight voice: "Open your eyes and look at me."
Wen Jin usually closed her eyes when doing this. When he finished speaking, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. His gaze was intrusive. She ran away in panic. Fu Jingheng grabbed her wrist and pressed it hard.
Xiang Ding hurt her. Her eyebrows suddenly furrowed and she felt uncomfortable. She didn't remember that it was because of a miscarriage. He said softly: "Tell me when you get used to it."
"Fu...don't hurt the baby..."
"Yeah. Gently."
Fu Jingheng cherished her extremely that night and took care of her feelings. He wrapped him in a throbbing circle. She pushed him away gently and said, "No more..."
"I haven't started yet, so you don't want it anymore." Fu Jingheng held up her waist, and in the hot flames of love, he whispered in her ear and asked her: "My dear, my father-killing enemy Wen Guang, has he contacted you?
? This is the third time I asked. We all know that things are only three things, and we are of the same mind, right?"
Wen Jin's confused thoughts in the whirlpool were brought back by his question of being calm and self-possessed even when making love. Her body still throbbed with the feeling of being pampered. She did not answer directly, but asked: "Who said anything?
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"Military Aircraft Department, Liu Yingfu reported that Li Yu contacted you five or six times." Fu Jingheng touched her nose and said, "Answer me, he did not contact you. I... also need to cool down... help me."
Wen Jin's eyebrows condensed. He asked her for the third time. The word "three" is very serious. She has already lied to him and is unwilling to continue lying. She has been holding this secret in her heart, and finally she can't hold it anymore.
, she didn’t want to continue to lie to him, hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Wenguang...contact me."