Wen Jin felt bitter in his heart. He was about to be impeached again. At first, Liu Yingfu of the Military Aircraft Department had been admonishing him all day long, and here he comes again. Oops, you shouldn't have come here. You know the consequences of coming here, so you shouldn't make sugar cakes.
Yes, her hands were burned for a while, but she didn’t shed tears. She held the corners of her lips and asked, “Who will I give up my seat to?”
"The holy lady has bad moral character and the emperor has abandoned her. Isn't Concubine Meng unparalleled in virtue? Concubine De or Concubine Zhuang, which one is not a noble lady?! Only your foster father is an old thief!" Wu Xin waved his sleeves, "I'm sorry to send you away so far.
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With that said, the general ordered the gatekeeper to close the high door of the palace with a muffled sound. The door was closed with bitterness.
Sister Zhao came over to hold an umbrella for Wen Jin, "Master..."
Wen Jin smiled bitterly, "Sister Zhao, it's useless to hold a baby and pretend to be pitiful. Your Majesty's ministers don't recognize me. They have deep prejudice against me. I'm still suitable to go to Duanqiao Hutong to chat with old men and old ladies, and do business as a small businessman.
People, I am not suitable to be a queen. Your Majesty's concerns were right. How could I have imagined that being his wife would bring him such a big storm."
"Master, come back. Your Majesty is protecting you, and no one can do anything to you," Sister Zhao said.
Wen Jin sighed, she didn't want Fu to be at odds with the officials because of her. He was in trouble and she was anxious. It was a pity that she was already so weak and had no ability to help him or protect him. Instead, she was in a weak position and couldn't help herself.
Although she was saved, she was extremely powerless in the war and in front of the court.
Concubine Meng is the daughter of Meng Ren of the Ministry of Etiquette. She has seen it recently and it turns out that she is indeed hard-working and a good handler. The harem is only about trivial matters such as food and clothing, banquets and tea parties. Maybe she should become a deserter and retire from the palace.
, so your Majesty doesn’t have to be in trouble anymore.
Wen Jin gave Chang Lin to Sister Zhao. She did not get on the carriage, but walked to the corner of the street and sat on a stone bench on the street. The summer breeze was blowing, and occasionally there was a light rain. The capital was so quiet at night, and she felt so anxious.
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A handkerchief was handed to him, accompanied by a cool but gentle voice, "I slapped him, and he was angry. Why did you come here to humiliate yourself? He ignored me, and I ignored him. He
Fight his battles and I will go to my court. Everyone performs his duties."
Wen Jin's heart tightened suddenly, and she raised her head and fell into Fu Jingheng's deep amber eyes. She was extremely surprised, "Your Majesty, why are you here?"
"I was passing by if I had something to do," Fu said.
"Oh." Wen Jin took the handkerchief from his hand, wiped his eyes, and said, "Where did you come from?"
"From the Imperial Study Room."
"Aren't you sleeping in the Jade Palace?" Wen Jin was confused and coughed twice.
Fu Jingheng took off his coat and put it on her body. It was a bit cold in the summer night, and the clothes with his body temperature made her feel warm, and she no longer shivered. He took her hand and looked at the skin burned by the oil star, "
I was watching people setting off fireworks, firecrackers, and Kongming lanterns in the imperial study room. From now on, when I find someone else to sleep with, you will disrupt the situation like this."
Wen Jin looked at him and lowered his head, "I'm not disrupting the situation... Okay, I am disrupting the situation. Everything is my fault..."
Fu Jingheng looked at Sister Zhao over there and said, "You go back first. Your master will go back with my carriage."
Sister Zhao leaned over, she was happy that the master was pampering her. This was the exotic fairy who left the Jade Palace. "Yes, Your Majesty."
Fu Jingheng lowered his body to look at Wen Jin's cheek, looked at her carefully, and whispered: "Are you crying? Just sleep well at home, and come to the general's mansion to get into trouble. Of course I know that after I divorce you, they will go back to the court."
You fool."
Wen Jin felt sour at his criticism, "I'm not as smart as Qing Ruo, so I can help you. Then you can divorce me."
"It's so easy for me to coax you into death. Am I willing to give up?" Fu Jingheng was startled, remembering Qing Ruo's words about kneeling down to help him. He looked at Wen Jin, smiled, and touched the top of Wen Jin's hair without going into details.
, "Go home."
Wen Jin followed him into his carriage. In the carriage, he hugged her and asked her why she caught a cold. He went back to take some medicine. She said that it was very windy at night and she was so crazy about setting off firecrackers that she sweated and caught a cold when the wind blew.
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Really, his carriage had been used for too many years, and it finally broke down halfway and the wheels fell off. He had no choice but to go down to repair the carriage. He worked on it for a long time, but the carriage was hopeless. In the dark, the Imperial Guard came over and changed his career as a repairman to repair the wheels, but they didn't break.
Lao Mo finally couldn't stand it anymore and said: "It's really time to get a new one, Master, how many years have it been used? If the old one doesn't go away, the new one won't come. We can't accommodate it anymore."
"Yeah. Let's change it." Fu Jingheng responded gently.
Wen Jin was so sensitive, her tears fell like pearls, and her heart was torn apart.
Fu Jingheng never expected that she would drop the golden bean, and said quickly: "Changing cars, not changing wives. Why are you crying? Are you pregnant? You are so sensitive."
Wen Jin looked at him alone and asked him: "What is good? What is good?"
"What should I do? If you should go to the Imperial College to teach, go and open your restaurant. You don't have to worry about the rest." Fu Jingheng looked at her deeply, then squatted down in front of her, "Come up and go home."
Wen Jin looked at his broad back, hesitated slightly, and put her hands on his shoulders. He stood up and carried her on his back. In short, Changxing Street was not far from the palace. The carriage broke down halfway, and the journey back to the palace was not that far.
, Fu Jingheng carried her back to the palace. When he came back, Chang Lin was sleeping well in the baby room. They were caught in a light rain and their clothes were damp.
During the bath, some wine was placed on the small table by the pool. Fu Jingheng drank some wine. When he kissed her, the wine smell was strong, the water temperature was moderate, and she didn't feel cold even if she wasn't wearing clothes. His palms were so hot that he almost burned her lower back.
Wen Jin did not persuade him to stop drinking on the current occasion. He understood that he was in a bad mood, and he was moderate. He did not drink too much, just had a small drink. He poured wine for her. Wen Jin was not good at drinking, so he said: "Drink two drinks with me."
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Wen Jin nodded. The drink was very strong. She frowned in her lower abdomen. She stroked several scars on his body and asked, "These scars from the assassination in Jiangnan were caused by Jiang Qing?"
Fu Jingheng nodded, "Yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Didn't you really want to marry him before? You were afraid of ruining your marriage." Fu Ai joked.
Wen Jin said nothing more and asked him for a long time, "Has your godmother taken you into the palace?"
But the emperor was stunned when he asked him what his godmother was. It took him a long time to remember what he had said. At this time, he said in embarrassment: "No."
Wen Jin asked, "Why didn't you answer?"
Fu Jingheng hugged her, who was blushing and slightly drunk, and put his chin on her neck, "Didn't I go to pick you up? My godmother is not as important as my child."
Wen Jin gradually became drunk after two glasses of wine. She leaned in his arms and said: "You were so scary in the study, you were cruel to me, you forced me to kill...I was so scared...you forced me
I don’t know what to do...”
"I'm so cruel to you. I'm so scary, I'm crazy, and you don't know my thoughts. Do I really need you to take action? What I need is for you to take action and hurt people's lives. What do I want? You just keep hanging on me.
If you hold on to me, you will not fulfill me."
Fu Jingheng put her on the dragon bed. She was so hot from the drink that she pulled open the collar of her underwear, revealing some of the laces. He asked Zhang Tingchen to give her some decoction to treat wind and cold, and also gave her some medicine for burns.
I applied medicine to the oily blisters on the back of my hands.
She said, "I don't understand."
He said, "You understand and you pretend not to understand. You are ready to remarry at any time."
As if he was sulking, he put out the candle casually, but nothing happened to her. State affairs were first, and he was not in the mood. He just held each other in his arms and talked. Nothing happened when they took a bath together just now. At this time, the two of them were actually talking about her.
How loud are the firecrackers?
Wen Jin became more courageous while drunk, and asked him: "What do you mean? What do you want? I don't know how to pretend to understand. It's you who speaks vaguely."
Fu Jingheng looked into her clear eyes in the night, "You don't know what I want?"
Wen Jin tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. She said anxiously: "Tomorrow you are forcing me to behead someone. That's my brother... What do you mean... You mean to cause me pain... You bully me."
Fu Jingheng clamped her waist as she was twisting and turning, "My intention is not to cause you pain. Why do I force you and be cruel to you? Do you really not know?"
Wen Jin didn't move in his arms. The faint ambergris on his body invaded her breath. She couldn't avoid it. Her heart was beating wildly. She stared at him blankly, "You said you wanted to stay in Jade Palace."
Go to bed and tell me not to call you by your name, and you won’t come over if I call you. How can I know your thoughts? Do I dare?"
"Is it difficult to say that you love me?" Fu Jingheng said in a deep voice: "Is it difficult? Su Wenjin, how many years have you said it once? You will marry this person now, then you will marry that person. Don't I feel it?"
Wen Jin's eyes slowly widened, maybe she was tipsy, maybe the candy cake was ruined too much by the general, or maybe she didn't want to continue to shrink back, she said: "Fu Jingheng, I love you."
As soon as he finished speaking, his arm around her waist suddenly tightened. For a long time, Fu Jingheng was speechless.
Fu Jingheng's heart beat faster, which was a greater shock than Lao Wen's ascension to the throne. He heard Su Wenjin say these three words without expecting it. He was not even prepared when she finished speaking. He was stunned for a moment, "You
say what?"
"I love you." She confessed in the chaos of war, "No one in the world allows me to love you. But I love you."
"arts..."
"I love you." Since I was going to be impeached anyway, I had nothing to worry about. "Since I met you when I was five years old, I knew that I would be you for the rest of my life."
"..." Fu Jingheng swallowed, "I'll light the candle. Wait a minute. I'll look at your face. Don't get drunk and go crazy to deal with me when there's no candle."