Shen Zishu went down for a while and then came back, "It rained and there were many people staying, so the inn was full. There was only one room left, and it was Ahu's room that was temporarily vacant. In this way, my sister-in-law and brother Fu can share one room, and the rest of us
Just wait for one room for one night.”
Hua Nan's face turned red. She knew that Shen Zishu was the son of Grandma's family. Grandma said she wanted to be her husband-in-law. In fact, he was handsome and talented, but she didn't know what his personality was like and whether he liked to do housework or not.
’s...she doesn’t like to do housework, so she needs to find someone who does.
Shen Zishu didn't know what Hua Nan was thinking and didn't look at Hua Nan. He just thought that Hua Nan was the only female head catcher in Dali Temple and a rare species. He didn't know what it meant to look at him with such a big head.
Wen Jin heard this and said, "Hua Nan is a girl. He Zishu, Qingliu and Lao Mo, it's not convenient to live in one room. Zishu, Qingliu, Lao Mo, you go and stay in the same room with me for the night. Hua Nan and I are together
Just one night in the house."
Shen Zishu said categorically: "Private... don't share a room with your brother!"
During the day, we rode in a carriage with my brother all day long. The brother was jealous of Jiang Huaizhou, and his face became dark all day long. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe, and he almost lost his temper!
While investigating people's livelihood, a three-year-old child was crying on the field. His mother pointed at Brother Fu and said, "If you cry again, that cold-faced uncle will take you away." The three-year-old child glanced at Fu Jingheng, stopped crying and said, "Mom, I will never do it again."
When he cried, Brother Fu, who was close to the people, said, "Uncle, hug me." The child said, "Don't come here, you cold-faced monster. I'm afraid he will leave indelible memories for the three-year-old child."
It is very effective in stopping crying.
Qingliu, the imperial guard, also said: "I...I don't want to live in the same room with you either!"
Your Majesty is so jealous and angry today, thinking that if I sleep with your Majesty tonight, your Majesty will inevitably ask me to compete in martial arts.
If I become crippled, on crutches or in a wheelchair, it will be difficult to find a wife in the future. The good girls in the picture books serving the disabled boss are all fairy tales. If I were sober, I wouldn’t believe it. Nowadays, little girls are realistic.
Quite frankly, there are not many top ten girls who are as gentle and willing to give as Jin Zhu'er.
Wen Jin looked at Zishu and Qingliu's expressions changed. They were really embarrassed. They really didn't want to be in the same room with a certain gentleman, so they turned their attention to Mo Gan, "Where are you, Old Mo?"
Lao Mo chuckled and said, "I can't do it either. I'm old, I don't snore, and I don't smell good. I'm afraid it will affect my sleep."
Grandma had told her that she could not delay Lord Jin'er and Jun Shang's creation without looking at her. In order to prevent Grandma from turning black and getting sick all over her body, he would definitely leave half of the bed next to Lord Jin to Lord Jin.
Wen Jin sighed quietly, Fu didn't like the child in her belly, he might tell her how to humiliate her, and there might be a risk of miscarriage.
Everyone looked at Wen Jin, waiting for her answer.
Wen Jin sighed quietly, "I... don't want to be in the same room with him..."
Everyone was stunned: "..."
Ah, your popularity is so bad that it is unspeakable!
On weekdays, only Lord Jin likes to see you, and everyone else stays as far away from you as possible. Now even Lord Jin dislikes you...
Wen Jin coughed slightly, "This way, the four of you and I will live in the same room. The five of us will huddle together, talk, crack melon seeds, and spend the night together."
"You can't do it, you absolutely can't do it!"
Zi Shu, Qing Liu and Lao Mo took Hua Nan into the house and shut Wen Jin out with a bang.
Zishu said through the door: "Sister-in-law, I still want to live for two more years, and my mother also wants to have a fat grandson in her lifetime. If I let my brother know that you are living in the same room with us two and a half men, I'm afraid he will turn the sky upside down." I have to sacrifice my sister-in-law to accompany you."
Eunuch Mo Gan was startled: "Shen Zishu! Is that half a man pointing at me?"
Zi Shu said, "Yes."
"Shen...Shen Zishu," Hua Nan said quietly, "can't you give birth to a granddaughter for grandma? Young people should not favor sons over daughters."
Shen Zishu: "??"
I didn’t let Miss Hua give birth, so I just had to eat carrots and worry less...
Seeing that the door of the house was closed, Wen Jin felt helpless and refused to go back to face Fu Jingheng, so she stayed in the corridor and watched the rain from the window.
She leans on the railing to watch the autumn rain. She is more difficult to look away from than the pictures of beauties hanging on the walls of the inn under the rain curtain in the apricot forest.
Fu Jingheng couldn't help but gently walked from the guest room to the door and looked at her on the other side of the corridor. The sound of rain covered his footsteps and he was slightly lost in thought as he looked at her beautiful profile...
Wen Jin felt a faint pain in her lower back. Every time it rained, the old sword wound in her lower back would relapse. Sometimes the pain was so severe that she had to stay in bed for two or three days before she could recover. She was most afraid of the continuous rainy season. The constant rain is really killing me.
Wen Jin gently hit his lower back with his hands to relieve some pain.
"By pressing your waist like this, are you reminding me that you once saved my life and made me feel distressed?"
Suddenly, Fu Jingheng's cold voice was heard coming from the mahogany door frame.
Wen Jin's arm trembled, so she stopped pressing her waist and let the pain in her lower back go. She sighed softly and slowly turned back to look at him, "No..."
"After seeing you for a long journey, we must say goodbye eventually. I am really touched by the way you look at Jiang Qing's back."
Wen Jin was startled, and raised her eyes to face Fu Jingheng, who had arrived at the door at some unknown time. He was leaning against the old partition screen of the inn, with his eyes lowered, looking down at her, and because he was so good-looking. She breathed hard.
I don't know how long he stood there looking at her.
She really didn't look at Jiang Huaizhou's back.
She was just afraid of going back to the house and facing such a tit-for-tat situation with Fu Jingheng.
However, there was no way to escape what was finally coming.
He...chased and humiliated her.
It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.
Wen Jin suffered from backache and lower abdominal pain due to a tired day. She was exhausted and found that she was tired of explaining. She remembered something and asked softly: "What did you say to Jiang Qing just now? He didn't look good when he came out. .”
Fu Jingheng stepped out of the threshold with his spotless blue boots, walked elegantly in front of her, and pinched her chin with his lower hand, "Why, do you feel sorry for him?"
Wen Jin narrowed her almond-shaped eyes due to the strength of her jaw. She narrowed her eyes in pain. She moved her chin away, escaped from his shackles, and said softly: "No. I'm just curious."
"I said you disliked his small size. You are used to my size. You don't feel comfortable doing it with him." Fu Jingheng leaned his shoulder on the pillar, "I also said you helped me... make the jade flute. Talk to him like I am."
Wen Jin's cheeks immediately turned red. Although he didn't know what he meant by playing the jade flute, he thought about what happened just now and said, "You! Why did you say this... it's too much!"
"Afraid that he will misunderstand your character? Worried that the innocent image in his heart will be destroyed? Have you always told him that nothing has ever happened to me, that you are just a pure companion?" Fu Jingheng smiled coldly. , "I...do you find it hard to talk about it?"