Fu Jingheng raised her chin, "The kind of friend you can have a relationship with?"
"Ordinary friends." Wen Jin curled his lips. The relationship was really weak at this point. "Greetings on New Years and holidays, or not. If we meet occasionally, just say how are you doing, old friends. Don't disturb each other's lives, and
Bless each other’s new life. Don’t force or force, let each other fulfill each other.”
childhood.
Little brother, are you hungry? I’ll give you some steamed buns to eat. I brought them to you without telling my adoptive father.
Jinmei, when I grow up, I want to be the emperor. I will protect you and never let anyone bully you again, Jinmei, Jinmei.
adult.
I want you to be there all the time, and you won’t give what you can’t give, so be good.
Your Majesty, let's just go back to being ordinary friends.
They all thought of the beauty of the past and how helpless they were now.
They were once so poor that they had to tighten their belts to live in the cold palace, so poor that they only had each other, and so poor that they had many dreams in their hearts. Now that they are rich, they parted ways.
"Yeah." Fu buried the 'chain' deep in his heart, and did not choose to use despicable methods to keep her, nor did he lose his dignity. After all, it is not honorable to keep a woman with chains, "I'll try
Bless you, I don’t know if you can do it. Before you left, I had already thought of you cooking for others, folding clothes, and giving birth to children. I couldn’t think too deeply about it. Indeed, a dirty philistine like me is not worthy of having a beautiful Jin’er.
"
Wen Jin took out the concubine edict that he had prepared long ago. She had been happy because he made her his concubine in a small area in Yingfengtai. His close confidants and Qin Huaisu of the Western Zhou Dynasty were all there that day, which was considered a shame.
Make it known.
She really never looked back. In order to be with him, she made all kinds of concessions and efforts, but to no avail. She didn't want to die in depression in the green tiles and red walls, or go crazy, or be stupid, or be forgotten by the emperor.
He died in depression, living a life he hated.
So, let’s stop here.
The green tiles, the red wall, the sparrow platform where the emperor once wrote an oath in the snow that I would love you.
She pushed the edict across the long table and said, "Give it back to you."
"Okay." Fu accepted the edict. From the seventh day of March to the fifteenth day of June, she became his concubine for three months and eight days. For the previous seven or eight years, she was his mistress who was not even a concubine.
The daughter of a political enemy was born in a brothel. Is her mother's reputation for having an affair really that important? Is she really a stain? Duanmu Fu has a good reputation, but in reality, who is the stain? Is the fate of the country and public opinion really that important?
Or, he asked himself for the first time, thinking deeply.
Wen Jin twisted the edict with his fingers. He pressed the other end of the edict and she twisted the other end. He did not pull the edict over. She took a deep breath and pushed the edict into his hand. She suddenly called him: "Your Majesty."
!I..."
She stopped the next words by pinching her hands. She stopped.
"come over."
Fu Jingheng hugged her tightly, so tightly. If he still loved her deeply, he inserted the tip of his slightly cold tongue into her mouth and kissed her fiercely. She couldn't support him.
He held her in his arms and kissed her, holding her hand to touch him. If the kiss was not enough, after a long time, he finally let her go, still gently soothing her back with his hands, and looked at him for a moment.
She let go.
Wen Jin turned away and looked at him from the bronze mirror, her shoulders shaking slightly.
"I won't bother you anymore. My wrist hurts. It's inconvenient to fold clothes. I just lifted them a few times and I went too far. Let me do it. I'm good at folding clothes now. I took care of you during the month of miscarriage, and you relied on me. It's sweet.
It’s a burden, but I’m really happy. I’m busy with government affairs every day, but I still think about you and need me to take care of you.”
Fu Jingheng silently helped her fold the clothes and put them neatly into the small bundle. He did not chain her up because he did not want to accept that it was not his status, power or feelings that could keep her in the end, but a chain.
How ironic.
He said: "Are you going to take both Changlin and the Shih Tzu?"
"Yeah." Wen Jin said, "Grandma said she would come with me too. You know, old men and women all like me."
"Old men and women are not the only ones who like you. How many people are waiting for you." Fu Jingheng gently agreed, "Grandma is leaving too. Leave me alone. Leave me to the palace. I will continue walking down alone! Su Wenjin
, I will continue walking alone. I will defend the country that Fu Hongyin left for me until my death. It was something left to me by my old father who gave me a star!"
Wen Jin took out a half-sized glass jar from a long drawer, which contained many origami stars. She handed the glass jar to Fu Jingheng.
"I originally wanted to fold a thousand stars and give them to you. My right wrist is broken, and my left hand is not used to folding paper. I folded a hundred and seventy stars in one night, but the jar was not full. When you miss Dad, you can see how these are enough.
stars. I hope you have many, many stars.”
Fu Jingheng took the glass jar containing the stars, his hands trembled, and he said: "Thank you very much for breaking the stars for me. Go home and live with my mother-in-law, and you won't be wronged anymore. Be good. Oh, I'm practical
I am willing to spend all my money on you...why is it like this...what do you want?"
"I want a sense of security, and I want to grow old together. I want two people, three meals a day, four seasons, for the rest of my life. I'm too insignificant, I'm sorry."
Fu Jingheng felt sad and said, "Wait a minute...before I turn forty..."
"I'm twenty-four. I've been waiting for nine years. Your Majesty. I can't wait another sixteen years until I'm forty..."
Wen Jin did not continue to speak, nor did she throw herself into his arms. She stood firmly and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
"No. Have you prepared my breakfast? I didn't inform you in advance."
"It's ready. There's still some porridge on the table." Wen Jin pointed to the dining table.
"Well." Fu Jingheng sat on the chair and drank the porridge obediently, and asked her, "Did it hurt just now?"
Wen Jin was quite tired and her legs were sore. "You took very good care of me just now. I didn't feel pain. My decision to leave was not caused by one day or one thing. It was a rational decision. I don't blame you. I just don't agree with you."
You keep walking."
"I'll carry you to Jinhua Palace. Today you tie up your hair and dress up like a woman. I'll take a final look at it, okay." Fu Jingheng waited for her to nod, then took the wooden comb to help her comb her hair and tied it briefly.
Her bun made her look like a young woman, and he helped her draw her eyebrows. He was so fascinated that he couldn't help but call her Jinmei, "In the past, you suffered a lot of grievances because of her. Now that you are leaving, you can't leave with your grievances." He said in a bad voice
Let’s go again.”
Wen Jin didn't quite understand what he meant, "Huh?"
"I made some clarifications afterwards. I always do outdated things at inopportune times, which makes it even more annoying. But it doesn't help, so it's better than not doing it."
Fu Jingheng was moved when he saw her young lady appearance. It was so tempting. He wanted to do nothing but her, "For example, to avenge your dead puppy. For example, let me clarify that on the day you gave birth alone, I was really just drunk."
That’s all.”
As soon as Wen Jin's body lightened up, he picked him up. Long Shoe opened the door and went out. Wen Jin said, "It would be inappropriate for me to walk by myself and let others see me."
"Just let people see it." Fu Jingheng liked to joke, "Take him to the Jinluan Palace, sit on my lap, and go to the morning. Take him to the Xue Mansion so your mother can see him."
Wen Jin: "..."
Zi Shu coughed lightly and said, "Brother, it's been so long since we've seen each other."
Fu Jingheng heard that Zi Shu's connotation was that he was addicted to bed. He was not shy like Wen Jin. He was still relatively calm and self-possessed, and there was no sign that he had broken down and cried after doing it just now.
Grandma scolded him: "You bad guy. Why did you go there earlier? You were worried about this and that. Now you don't worry about it anymore? You are walking around the palace with your arms in your arms. It's too late."
Sister Zhao had just returned from holding Chang Lin to watch the rainbow. Seeing that the door was closed, she took the child to watch the rainbow again. Chang Lin was annoyed by the rainbow. She would not bully a baby like this. She has watched the rainbow for too long! Chang Lin
When Lin made a fuss, Sister Zhao shook her child and said: Come on, come on, look, it’s a big rainbow, it’s super big!
Chang Lin...his face was expressionless.
At the gate of Jinhua Palace, I met Xia Ranshuang and Imperial Master Duanmu. From a distance, I saw the emperor actually holding Wen Jin under the dragon boat and coming to Jinhua Palace.
The concubines in the west palace all looked at the door with envy. They all envied Wen Jin being carried by the man as if there was no one around. It would be great if it was herself.
Xia Ranshuang couldn't stand it. Just now she and Duanmu Lin were praising Duanmu Fu for his good character, good temperament, and good style. He was good at everything. At this time, he couldn't help but sneer at Wen Jin and said to Duanmu Lin: "Look, this
It is simply a negative teaching material. How do you compare it with Fuler? I really don’t know why Heng’er is fascinated by her! Fuler would not be so ignorant and ask Heng’er to hold her while walking! Fuler is such a dedicated woman who abides by her duty!”
Duanmu Lin coughed lightly and said, "Your Majesty demonstrates with your actions that a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as being stolen..."
Queen Mother Xia frowned, "Huh? Who are you in the same class with? Your biological son, Fu'er?"