Fu Jingheng was guarding her by the bedside. At that time, Meng Wan from Chunping Palace came to deliver dinner. He did not let Meng Wan come in, nor did he eat the rice cooked by Meng Wan. He sent her back. He heard Wen Jin mumbling something in her sleep.
, he didn't hear clearly, so he put his ear close to her lips. Wen Jin hugged her elbows and said, "It hurts...Grandma...I can't listen to you anymore. I don't want to live in the palace...I
It hurts..."
Fu Jingheng stroked her wet hair with his hands. He often let her stay alone in an empty room. He was unwilling to let her stay alone in a vacant room when everyone in the world expected him to ignore her.
He explained softly to her in her sleep: "The King of Nanfan has his own troops, and Nanfan is connected with foreign lands. If Nanfan is unstable, I am afraid that the south will be invaded by foreign lands, and the people will suffer from war. Empress Dowager Lou and the princes
They secretly formed a party and secretly targeted me, and went to war with the peripheral countries. Although I brought down Duanmu, I also took away Lou Zhengye's military power, and defeated Wenguang. In the end, I was still facing enemies from both sides.
I still need Wu Xin, Liu Yingfu, Wang Mang and others to work hard for me. I...have to take away your Phoenix Seal. Believe me, no one wants to live a life with you more than me. It's a pity that I am not a commoner in the city.
..You are not an ordinary person either..."
Wen Jin felt the gentle palm touching her forehead and subconsciously moved closer to him. His voice gradually calmed her down in her dream.
"My dear, in addition to being your husband, I am also the monarch of the Guangli Kingdom. Many times, I have to wrong you... I know you are in pain, and I will only bring you harm. If you want to leave, I will
Let you go...I will give you the red rabbit who has been with me for many years in the war, and I will give you the parrot that will say I'm sorry, I love you. As long as you live happily with him...I know you will not be satisfied with being hidden in the outer room.
..."
That night Fu Jingheng hugged her and fell asleep, saying in her ear: "Why not me..."
There are eleven days left until the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The concubine from the harem still came to greet Wenjin every day. Meng Wan beat Wenjin's legs and squeezed his shoulders every day, and was very obedient.
Fu Jingheng would also go to Chunping Palace, play chess with Meng Wan, talk, and sit for a while. He was also sensible there and did not pester the emperor or bore the emperor. His performance in all aspects was much better than that of Duanmu Fu before. The emperor could not choose
Something is wrong with her.
Fu Jingheng kept Wen Jin in the dragon's dormitory every night, asking her to accompany him to do her own business at the dragon's desk. Even he was amazed by the school drawings she drew. Chang Lin ran around in the room, and he worked on his desk
The papers for impeaching the Queen are piling up.
She hung her injured arm like a pitiful little girl, and her expression was trembling when she looked at the pile of imperial decrees impeaching her.
He was thinking about whether to kill her, and she knew what he was thinking about.
Due to a serious elbow injury, Wen Jin developed a high fever after spending two or three days with Fu Jingheng in the imperial study room. She finally lost strength and fainted on his dragon robe while grinding his ink.
Then I was ill for eight or nine days. I vaguely saw the dragon pattern on the dragon robe moving closer and then back again, and the dragon boots pacing back and forth.
The palace people, eunuchs, and maids were in chaos in the room. From time to time, the emperor's scolding voice was heard, and some palace concubines came over and called her name, crying, as if she was about to die. Only Zhou Baolin silently helped to take care of her when she fell ill.
Chang Lin, who chose to pay when the emperor could not see him, was also a silly girl. When Wen Jin got better, she suddenly realized that tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wen Jin realized that she still had Zhou Baolin as a good friend in the palace, so she felt relieved when she left and left Chang Lin with Zhou Baolin.
Fu Jingheng saw that she was much better today, so he arranged the schedule related to her that was originally scheduled for eleven days to one day.
In the early morning of the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he took her to his private horse farm, rode the red rabbit with her, held her in his arms, pressed his cheek against hers, and told her to pull the reins if she wanted to make the red rabbit run faster.
He pulled it tightly and touched the red rabbit's ears to calm down the red rabbit. He also taught her how to put her fingers in her mouth and whistle to call the red rabbit. He said, "Try it."
Wen Jin imitated him, put his index finger on his lips, and blew hard, but there was no sound. He had just recovered from a serious illness, and his melancholy expression was particularly cute, which made the emperor laugh. Wen Jin said: "It can't make a sound."
Fu Jingheng then gave her a small whistle, "Use this as a spare, it can also recognize numbers."
Wen Jin took the little whistle and said, "Since you have the little whistle, why didn't you give it to me earlier? You might have embarrassed me just now."
Fu Jingheng smiled fondly, "Tell me why. Didn't you tell me all the reasons? You didn't want to see your little nerd embarrassed."
Wen Jin also laughed.
At noon, Fu Jingheng called the painter over and painted a picture of him and Wen Jin. They were dressed in the palace attire of the emperor and empress. They were sitting on their chairs in a serious manner. Both of them were very reserved. The background wall was a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers.
Wen Jin's expression was more natural, but Fu Jingheng's expression was extremely serious. The painter did not dare to persuade the emperor to smile. He only made the emperor's lips curved when he painted them.
This is the first time we have been together in a painting for nearly twenty years. The day before we parted, this portrait seemed extremely precious. There was a bottle of fresh hyacinth placed on the small table in the middle. It was prepared by the emperor himself and was the empress's favorite. Chang Lin was
Wearing a small python robe and playing with crickets on the ground, he also asked the painter to paint.
After the painting was completed, both of them were dissatisfied with their expressions, but they both thought Chang Lin was too cute. However, they felt that their expressions should just be like this. It would be a waste of time to redraw.
In the afternoon, Fu Jingheng took Wenjin to Caixia Town on the outskirts of the capital alone. On the way, Wenjin was very worried about being implicated by him and being assassinated. Fortunately, Fu Chang and others were busy celebrating the festival, and they probably didn't want to kill anyone on August 15th, either.
Maybe Fu Chang's wife was pregnant and he was busy preparing to be a father. The thought of this made Wen Jin unhappy.
He took her to her grandma's hometown, which had been abandoned for decades. The yard was full of grass. They only had two hours of grass. After weeding, he smelled of grass and hugged her in the panic house.
After kissing for a while, he lost control and took her in the haystack. He said: "Last time when grandma passed away, she said she would bring you back. Later, when Lao Wen ascended the throne in Lishan Mountain, he had no chance to bring you back and provide for you."
Wen Jin nodded, turned away from him, and asked, "What Mid-Autumn Festival gift do you want?"
Fu Jingheng thought for a while, and seemed to have nothing he wanted except her. "No matter where you are in the future, can you write to me? Occasionally write a letter to say that you are safe. It's okay not to write. Just make a dot."
"Yes. Yes." Wen Jin agreed, "But you don't need to reply. Don't affect my life and that of brother Azhou."
Fu Jingheng nodded: "Yeah."
When they returned to the center of Beijing from the outskirts of Beijing, it was already mid-night, and there was some autumn rain. One autumn rain and another cold. They went to the old Huangmen Theater to watch a show of Farewell My Concubine. The gatekeeper said to Wen Jin, you
We finally found him. It turned out that the gatekeeper still remembered last year when Wen Jin searched half of the capital for him.
The third time I watched Farewell My Concubine, the first time I watched it, she saw him fainting in the middle, and she left with her seven-month pregnant belly.
The second time they met by chance, he 'didn't notice' she was around, and they didn't speak the whole time.
This third time, she rested her head on his shoulder, and he put his hand on her shoulder. It was the most peaceful time. It was a rare time when the two of them were on good terms, and dating while hiding from the officials was a stolen sweetness.
Bar.
Returning to the palace late at night, they were all sleepy and the rain was getting heavier. They held umbrellas and came to the old palace wall near the rain shelter. Each of them took a colored pen and scribbled on the wall.
She painted Changyun, she painted Changning, and together they painted Changlin, her grandma, and Qingliu.
On the mottled palace wall, their family of five is together, and their friends and relatives have not left. The rain shelter can protect them from the wind and rain, and they will never be separated.
They talked all night in the rain shelter. From reading and writing together when they were children, to climbing over the wall and venturing out of the cold palace together, they played pranks in the courtyards of various concubines, and the concubines who plucked out the crane feathers of the concubines went around to find out who they were.
Who did it? There are always a lot of ridiculous and fun memories.
They did not mention that his harem had become more and more abundant in the past few years, nor did they say that Meng Wan would be his successor, nor did they mention that her adoptive father rebelled and killed thousands of soldiers, and that the gunpowder stone almost caused the catastrophe of tens of millions of people.
The autumn rain stopped at dawn, and they welcomed their nineteenth Mid-Autumn Festival together in the rain shelter.
This year, grandma is away, so no one makes mooncakes. In the past, grandma got up early in the morning to make mooncakes, which were made with five kernels and were very unpalatable. But it doesn’t matter. There are countless mooncakes in the imperial kitchen, and they are much more delicious than the ones made by the old lady.
, it’s just not the taste of childhood happiness, and no one forces them to eat unpalatable mooncakes. Shen Zishu is unlucky and will be forced to eat five-nut mooncakes. I really envy him.
Looking at the sky, Fu Jingheng said: "Prepare the phoenix seal, go back and rest for a while. Take the phoenix seal to the imperial study room to find me around noon, and give the seal to Meng Wan."
After Wen Jin heard this, she suddenly felt stabbed in the heart. She had never cared about power and status, and she often looked at the phoenix seal and the jade seal together. She found it very interesting. The jade seal and phoenix seal placed together looked like a pair, and even more like
They are two little things who are in love with each other. She actually knew that this day would come, but she did not expect that it would be the Mid-Autumn Festival when she would be deprived of the Phoenix Seal. She said calmly: "Okay."
He never mentioned his other women in front of her, but she understood that Meng Wan was there. He needed to give Meng Wan an explanation.
"I didn't choose this day." Fu Jingheng said solemnly: "You were sick a few days ago, and I have been taking care of you. Wu Xin and others made appointments with me several times to discuss your execution, and asked me to secretly meet the traitors.
Give me an explanation."
"Well..."
"I've talked about the Mid-Autumn Festival. They said that your Majesty still wants to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with his concubine. Doesn't your Majesty feel heartbroken for the souls of thousands of soldiers? They couldn't bear to see me reunited with my daughter-in-law. So the ministers remonstrated and made an appointment at
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, let me give a final conclusion to the sixty imperial edicts of impeachment, forcing me to kill you today."