Fu Jingheng didn't understand what Qing Ruo meant. He didn't find it rare to take the initiative to please someone like this. He liked girls who had self-respect. Only girls who behave themselves well deserve to be loved.
There are too many women like Qing Ruo around him, and they are different just because they are wearing exotic clothes.
He was only used to Wen Jin, and he felt quite uncomfortable when he heard Qing Ruo's words. He actually seemed to have some barriers to contact with the opposite sex, but on the other hand, he was extremely possessive of Wen Jin. If it were not for weighing politics, he would prefer the quietness of the backyard, and even
Too lazy to move around.
As soon as Wen Jin came out of the house, Fu Jingheng was mostly empty-hearted and calmed down. He had done something very excessive to her just now. He used the woman in his backyard to make her angry, hurt her heart, and forced her to kill the brother and brother she cared about.
Father.
She didn't cry or argue, she swallowed it silently. It seemed that she was also depressed. He was dazzled by his father's hatred and showed his bad temper in front of his wife. She had been tolerating him, but he would miss her when she was gone.
He couldn't help himself, and he didn't know how to get along with her when she was here. He was not a man who knew how to live.
He didn't know when he would be able to fulfill his promise to accompany Wen Jin home to see his mother-in-law and give her a wedding.
Because of Fu Chang and Empress Dowager Lou, he tried his best to keep his tone non-perfunctory to Qing Ruo: "You really let me... another day."
Qing Ruo was startled. Unlike him in other courtyards, he was now even more unable to look away, and his tone was more distant. It was unbearable to leave half of a sentence behind. Perhaps it was because he was sitting on the dragon chair in the royal study room of the palace and was wearing
Because of the dark dragon robe, his body is very straight.
In the past, she always wore regular clothes, and the color of the regular clothes was unobtrusive. Sometimes she couldn't believe that the emperor actually wore something so simple and inconspicuous. The carriage was really shabby, and she found it embarrassing. If it weren't for the emperor, whoever would ride on it would be shabby.
Carriage, "Yes, Your Majesty. Your Majesty, you have so many books on your bookshelf."
"Yeah." I was impatient.
Seeing that the emperor was taciturn, Qing Ruo thought that the empress was weak and had no fun in the boudoir if she didn't wear makeup, no wonder she was so favored, she went to another courtyard every night before the emperor came to the throne, it was an exotic scene, another day Empress Dowager Lou killed the empress, and she was
Isn't there a chance...?
Wen Jin heard the conversation between him and Qing Ruo at the door of the room, and the words "someday" made her feel uncomfortable. She didn't know exactly what Qing Ruo was kneeling to help him, but it sounded very ambiguous. She often knelt in the other courtyard.
Are you going to help him?
The day she agreed to be his queen, she knew that she needed to accommodate his concubine. At this time, she just pretended not to hear anything. She didn't ask about his affairs outside. She wouldn't cry, he was like the third harem.
Thousands of men, the next girl also needs a husband.
She has accepted the status quo. She is also tired of quarrels and separations. It seems that even if she doesn't come and go, he won't let her go.
Let's just live like this. If we think about it more openly, we can still be together every day. My adoptive father has ascended the throne and concentrates on his career. Why should I be burdened by feelings? I can just do as I please.
It didn't rain tonight, and there were no steps in the Guangli Palace. The steps were transformed into gentle slopes and paved with carpets by the extreme king. She didn't fall, so she didn't feel too sad. She just thought of him having to recognize Feng Yuju.
My godmother would feel stabbed in her heart for a moment.
Turning around and seeing Zi Shu outside the door, Wen Jin told Zi Shu, "He may have a headache tonight. Zi Shu, give him the medicine."
As he spoke, he handed over the Emperor's painkiller that he carried with him.
Zi Shu took the medicine and suddenly asked, "How are Baoyin these days?"
"Very good. Very naughty. Very good at martial arts. I don't know anything about academics." Wen Jin answered him, touched the head of Yu Zhen who was waiting in the imperial study room, and said to him: "The king said he wanted to kill dad, not Lao Xue. You
Don't worry about losing your father."
Yu Zhen nodded: "Oh...it doesn't matter if it's Lao Xue." He was actually more resentful than Wen Jin towards Lao Xue. He remembered that his father was not good to them when they were young.
"Baoyin is thirteen years old." Zi Shu pursed his pink lips and said, "Sister-in-law, can I..."
"No." Wen Jin said resolutely, "Put your mind on political affairs. It's falling apart now. Don't think about anything else. Look at Wu Xin and Liu Yingfu who have dropped their official hats. That's what they are dedicated to. You are not doing your job properly."
Zi Shu scratched his head and said, "I'm asking if you can take her to Mount Li to practice and see the battlefield, so that she can become famous as early as possible."
"That's fine." Wen Jin nodded, "Will I go with you?"
"Yes..." Zi Shu smiled.
Wen Jin smiled without saying anything and left the imperial study. When she met the woman who was calling outside the eighteenth door, she knelt down and said that there was news from home. Aunt Xue missed her and asked when she and her cousin would go home for dinner.
Wen Jin thought to herself that her adoptive father had ascended the throne, so she would have nothing to lose. If she couldn't save everything tomorrow, she would be killed by the king. Aunt Xue's three dishes and one soup had become a luxury, and her old cousin had not succeeded in getting out, so the king did not bother to call her.
My cousin is gone, your Majesty is very busy and I am extremely busy.
Su Yuyan should have learned from Lao Xue that she actually became a queen and managed the emperor's backyard. I hope she won't be chased and beaten by Yuyan.
Fu Jingheng waited for Wen Jin to leave, and immediately waved his hand to Qing Ruo to leave. He threw the folding fan that had been picked up from Qing Ruo's chin into the paper basket. He had thrown several folding fans. The last time he picked Zhu'er, he just threw one away. He can't pick it again in the future. It's extravagant and wasteful.
.
He touched the glass jar with stars stacked by Wen Jin on the desk, stood up and walked to the gate of the imperial study room. From a distance, he saw Wen Jin asking the maid to follow him to the middle palace. The waist of the palace attire was very thin.
, he immediately ordered Lao Mo:
"Ask someone to follow her. Don't let her fall, and don't let anyone around her do anything wrong. The puppy, her brother, her sister, her biological father, and her mother must all be safe."
"Yes." Lao Mo immediately arranged for someone to follow him. Your Majesty was also scared. Something would happen as soon as he was absent from Lord Jin's place. He was really scared. "You just... were really bad. You don't know how to care about people at all. Jin."
My master's father rebelled, and she's not sure why she's so sad. You don't even know how to comfort people."
Fu Jingheng was startled, "I just hope that she will turn to me wholeheartedly. Is it difficult to say that she is willing to turn against them for me? She has a very tough mouth, and it is useless no matter how hard she tries. How can I comfort her, send her a bouquet of flowers to her adoptive father, and say that I will ascend the throne?"
hapiness?"
"Then there is no need to send flowers to bless him on his ascension to the throne." Lao Mo said softly: "Master, you don't want a wife? If you force her to kill her brother and father, how will you and your husband get along in the future without hatred? It's not harmonious...
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Fu Jingheng was hit hard in his heart, "Oh... yes. It makes sense."
Old Mo said again: "I had a white bellyband just now. I'm kneeling to help you. And my godmother is still charming. Alas..."
Fu Jingheng tightened his hands and said, "Stop talking. I can't think back. I'm so angry. I was stabbed again today and picked on by all kinds of people."
Zi Shu came in and handed the headache medicine to Fu Jingheng, and said softly: "You go too far and push people so hard. They still worry about your headache when they leave. Alas, how can she get along in the harem? You also neglect her. Her adoptive father
, her brother rebelled, the Queen Mother was dissatisfied with her, and the concubines also criticized her, secretly saying that she was the daughter of a traitor."
Fu Jingheng couldn't sit still and walked back and forth in front of the window, "Who dares to say a word about her! Tell me her name."
Zi Shu and Lao Mo both laughed.
Fu Jingheng said in a deep voice: "Send the news and tell Wenguang that I am scared to death and demand peace. I will use his daughter's life in exchange for Jun's grace and the saint. I made an appointment with him at the foot of Lishan Mountain in three days. Azhou heard that he wanted to take Wen
If Jin's life was exchanged, he wouldn't be able to sit still, so he set off overnight and returned to Beijing."