He even felt that she and him were really over, but then he thought again, she would never really leave him, she couldn't let him go, they had a son, and she had two miscarriages for him, and she had his name and brand on her.
, even if she left, she would soon come back to him with her child in her arms. She was just letting out her anger, but he did not put down the barrier to comfort her at the moment.
His principles and father's hatred do not allow him to bow his head.
Even though she was so helpless in the rain.
He couldn't conquer a weak woman!
Duanmu Fu's eyes were filled with pride. He looked at Wen Jin as if he was looking at a past-time flower who had lost his power. She held the emperor's arm and smiled like a flower. She had fallen out of favor. Chang Zai had fallen out of favor. She must go to the palace when Chang Zai entered the cold palace.
Visit her.
Wen Jin was completely defeated in this relationship. The emperor and the empress took shelter from the rain on the corridor. She watched the emperor and the empress in the rain outside the corridor.
In midsummer, it feels as cold as three winters.
"Say 'Lishan'." Fu Jingheng half-squinted his eyes and ordered Wen Jin, "As long as you surrender and say it, I will take you back to your room and love you. Be obedient."
"I wish you a happy marriage."
Wen Jin did not give in. Even if her bad father would die in Fu's hands in the end, she would not want to contribute any more. No daughter would kill her father for love, right?
Keeping silent was all she could do.
Fu Jingheng tightened his hand and said, "Okay. Thank you. I won't send you off. Go back and have a good rest."
Wen Jin lifted up her skirt and rushed into the rain. She held the umbrella upright. Even though her body was already wet and her hands were shaking uncontrollably, she still held the umbrella seriously and straightened her back.
In the peripheral vision, Fu Jingheng stood calmly in the corridor and did not chase after him. He was accompanied by his queen. He couldn't help but think, I was with him first. I was the only one in the past. He once said that he wanted to marry me.
It's quite funny. I like to think about things that are not there. Chen sesame and rotten millet. He said it when he was eight years old. He is twenty-six or seven years old. It was many years ago, but she still remembers it.
Fu Jingheng raised his hand and stretched it in the void in the direction of Wen Jin, but put it down and looked away from her figure in the rain, completely ignoring his obedience.
After all, she has an umbrella when it rains, and she is familiar with the way back to the palace. It doesn't matter if he doesn't send it off, she is so strong and stubborn.
In the darkness of the night, Wen Jin stepped one step deeper than the other, and after passing the corner, she stepped on the air and fell down the stairs. She rolled down a few steps in embarrassment and was spinning for a while before she stood up. The pain subsided.
The attack came slowly, and the skin on my hands was scratched, and the skin on my face was scratched. My wrist was probably broken, and I broke out in cold sweat every time I moved.
When Wen Jin saw that Fu Jingcheng did not follow, she still hoped that he would follow, so she helped her up and said, "I'll be there. It doesn't matter if I don't talk about Lishan." But he didn't. He was used to her sticking up to her, and her heart was in the same place.
It sinks little by little and dies.
She kept calling his name uncontrollably.
Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng...
Wen Jin didn't cry, the broken wrist didn't hurt very much, the miscarriage didn't hurt, it didn't hurt as much as him marrying her out of guilt and responsibility, and it didn't hurt as much as he said he was curious about Duanmu.
This was not the first time that he chose to stay with Xi Gong and gave up on her, and it would not be the last time. She thought that the last time he gave Zhang Yuan to Xi Gong was the last time that he gave up on her. It turned out not to be the case.
Wen Jin sat on the stone steps and rubbed her wrists. She felt sorry for herself, so she blew on the sore spot and felt really better.
An umbrella was placed on the top of her neck to block the nasty rain.
Wen Jin raised her head and saw Jiang Huaizhou holding an umbrella for her under a dim palace lantern. She remembered that today was the birthday of Yun Si's mother, Concubine Zhou, and Yun Si's concubine came back to celebrate her birthday. She must have been trapped by the heavy rain.
Unable to leave the palace for a while, she felt some uncontrollable warmth in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it. She would no longer have any dependence on Jiang Huaizhou. She only had to make one mistake. When he was single, she abandoned him on the wedding day.
She married him, and now that he has a family, she should keep her distance and said softly: "Brother..."
"Yeah, I've always been here. I understand. When you want to change the environment, let Yun Si pass on a message." Jiang Huaizhou didn't say much, and he knew that she was not cherished by the king. He tilted the umbrella half up and covered it with his arms.
Jin, most of her body was soaked in the rain, and her snowy hair made her look even more gentle and elegant.
"Thank you." Wen Jin had no other words to express her feelings. Jiang Qing was always there when she needed the most warmth. On this rainy night when she stumbled, Jiang handed her an umbrella. Every time she thought of Jiang Qing,
They are all Nuannuan. If she wants to leave, he will help her. As long as she speaks, she knows that she will speak. "I want to go back to the Zhonggong. Chang Lin will find me when he wakes up."
After entering the harem, it was not easy for her to leave. Especially when Fu had branded her, and the word "桁" told her that it was her fate to die in the harem, whether she was unwilling or regretful and came back as a concubine, the green tile was red.
The wall is very high, and she can't climb out if she can be civilized but not martial.
If she provokes Jiang, she can escape unscathed.
After provoking Fu, she seemed unable to escape.
"It's raining heavily, let Yun Si take you back." Jiang Huaizhou motioned to his wife Yun Si, "It's inconvenient for me to be a foreigner, so you can send her back to rest."
"Chang Zai, I'll take you back to the middle palace." After listening to Jiang Huaizhou's words, Yun Si also knew that Wen Jin was her husband's longing since childhood. She was not jealous because she understood that Wen Jin was a measured and responsible woman, but she
She also liked Wen Jin. Wen Jin was unparalleled in beauty, well-read in poems and books, and so gentle. As a woman, she couldn't help but pity her. She helped Wen Jin up and sent her back to the palace. She said: "Always here,
You are so weak, did I help you?"
Yun Si couldn't help but think that Jun Shang's physique was too much for Chang Zai.
Grandma came and held Wen Jin in her arms, "What's wrong? Isn't this just a gift? Why did it fall like this?"
"Grandma, I'm fine." Wen Jin snuggled into Liu Rusu's arms and wrinkled her nose, "The road is slippery and I can't see clearly. I fell down the stairs. Don't worry. Is Chang Lin awake? Is there any night noise?"
"Everyone is fine, Changlin. Let's get some milk from Sister Zhao." Grandma asked, "Where is your Majesty?"
Wen Jin said nothing.
Yun Si whispered: "Brother Huang and the one from the West Palace are talking in the small Buddhist hall."
Grandma's face darkened, and she called Judge Zhang to show Wen Jin the abrasions on her wrist and face. After looking at it, Judge Zhang said: "The wrist was broken more seriously because it's my right hand. Even if I can recover in the future,
Affects writing.”
Wen Jin's heart sank, "I teach Chinese language classes at the Imperial College, but it cannot affect my writing. I also translate Sanskrit for Taifu Su. If it affects my writing, I will become a cripple and lose half of my life!" The court ruled.
, I used to be a reading companion, and I can’t do it without writing.”
Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng...
Even when her wrist was broken, she still hoped that Fu would appear, and her heart kept repeating his name.
But he never came. He and Xi Gong hugged each other at the small Buddhist hall to watch the rain. Xi Gong prayed for Guangdong and Guangxi, which moved the emperor.
Until Zhang Tingxin wrapped her right hand into a small white rice dumpling, Fu never came.