-When you read this letter from home, I have already left Dongyuan with my brother Azhou.
I have failed him for many years and I can no longer fail him.
I have never loved you. I will never pity you anymore. -
-Winter Garden is beautiful, and so are you. What if Winter Garden is not as beautiful as you?
But I need dreams and freedom more.
He and I will be happy. You and them should be happy too.-
Fu Jingheng rolled up the two imperial edicts he had written and put them aside, and spread out the two family letters written by Wen Jin in front of his eyes. She must have worked very hard to be his wife and queen, even if it was just to be responsible for the family.
She also worked very hard to be a competent wife and mother. But he and the court did not cherish her.
In the next four months, Fu Jingheng did not receive any news about Wen Jin's whereabouts.
Because he showed magnanimity in handling Meng Wan's matter and did not punish those officials who participated in the impeachment because of Su Wenjin, the officials gained the loyalty of the officials. They all believed that Fu was a person who did important things, and women were just
Adjustment. Meng Ren also became more loyal. He gave his twelve-year-old daughter to the emperor and went into the palace to serve tea and water to honor the queen mother. In short, the relationship between the emperor and his ministers was repaired, and it was no longer as tense as a close relative.
Fu Jingheng quit drinking.
Every day he sent Fu Changlin to his bed, played chess with Fu Changlin, and reviewed books. He counted the days in his heart. Wen Jin was already more than seven months pregnant and almost eight months old, and he would miss Wen Jin giving birth to his child again.
Didn't he have the fate to feel the fetal movement of a child and witness the birth of his own child? And Jiang would be by Wen Jin's side again. When she needed someone the most, he was never by her side every time.
He went to the morning court on time every day, and kept in touch with the ladies of the palace every day. He walked around and ate hundreds of meals, but it no longer had the taste of home like his wife cooking. But he had nothing to do with the harem.
The eyes are invisible, there are too many women in the harem, the Chunping Palace is not worthy of its role, and the concubines are not convinced, so there are cliques, gambling, selling things in the palace and selling them, and playing games with the eunuchs. There are also inexplicable concubines.
The harem was always in chaos and a smoky atmosphere. The Queen Mother worshiped the Buddha all the year round and did not interfere much with the affairs of the harem. It was because her generation was tired of fighting and she did not want to care about it this time, as long as the palace was stable.
Fu Ye didn't care about the messy affairs in the harem. He only left some thoughts for Qing Ruo and the old people in the middle palace. As for other chaos, he ignored it.
He would work conscientiously to deal with minor riots from time to time in various places, provide porridge and food to refugees, and do what an emperor should do every day. He would usually be the first to attend any occasion. When it was time to laugh, he would smile the most to the people.
People said he was like a young man from his neighbor's house, a very good young talent.
But he was sick. He often sat lonely in the middle palace at night, looking at the portrait with Zaochang and couldn't let go. Su Wenjin's words, "Stay alive, I'll leave Changlin to you" hung on him. He was alive, only Yuan Kuijian
His body was getting thinner day by day. He used to have a physique like a small mountain. His body weighed 170 kilograms, but he lost weight to 130 kilograms. His cheeks were sunken, his energy and energy were much worse, and he lost his appearance.
Many concubines are concerned about the king, but the king is not getting better.
Fu Chang's side was quiet, as if he had realized that without much fighting, the emperor could only live for a few years. He was so thin that he was unrecognizable, and the veins on his forehead were obvious. Fu Chang might as well just sit back and pick up what was already there.
Fu Jingheng still occasionally went to the Winter Garden, the palace where Wen Jin was imprisoned for three months, to water the vegetable fields, to the burned-out Little Imperial College to see the traces of arson left by Wen Jin, and to sit on the swing where Wen Jin often sat.
, I will also fly a kite alone and look at the yew trees on the mountain.
Wen Jin picked up dry seeds from the mountain road last winter and scattered them under the courtyard wall when she came back. Recently, they sprouted and pulled out strips, which turned out to be roses. The bottom of the wall was covered with rose buds.
He stayed up for a few more nights and taught a new parrot to say 'I'm sorry'. He put the parrot in an empty gold cage, but he did not teach the parrot to say 'I love you'. His love was too cruel.
Man, I dare not say anything anymore.
In the third month of Yangchun, Liu Yingfu rushed into the imperial study. At that time, the emperor was talking with Shen Zishu, the admiral of water and land. When he entered the study, he knelt down on one knee in front of the emperor and said, "Sir, I have found you. Your Majesty is in Mobei."
The Military Aircraft Department finally made a comeback. It took nearly four months to find Wen Jin's whereabouts.
Fu Jingheng was reading the memorial and discussing with Zi Shu the matter of unifying the country's weight and scale. Suddenly he heard a report from the Military Aircraft Department. The memorial in Fu Jingheng's hand suddenly fell on the table with a soft snap. He was choked before he could make a sound.
His hands couldn't help trembling violently. He and Wen Jin hadn't seen each other for nearly five months. What was trembling as well as his hands was his already dead heart. "Is the news reliable?"
"Reliable. It's in Mobei Mohe Town, a village near the desert." Liu Yingfu said with great certainty, "Your Majesty, please be patient. Your Majesty is fine. She has gained some weight and her belly is still there. Our eldest princess is still there.
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Fu Jingheng drooped his eyes, took the glass jar containing one hundred and seventy stars that Wen Jin gave him, and touched the jar lovingly. He was speechless for a moment. She is now more than eight months pregnant, and the capital is far away from Mobei.
With a month's journey, would he still have a chance to accompany her to have a baby... It's just that she was with Jiang, and he went there, which seemed superfluous, but... he couldn't control himself, longing, unwillingness, and many emotions
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He wanted to leave the court to see her.
"Your Majesty, I will immediately send someone to pick up the empress back to the capital!" Lao Mo said, "Tell Qingliu to take the secret guards. You don't have to worry about safety. We can take care of it."
Liu Yingfu clasped his hands and said, "I can take the people from the Military Aircraft Department to accompany the Qingliu guards to welcome the Queen back to the capital. Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Queen will be properly accommodated on the return trip. There won't be any accidents, and not a single hair of the Queen will be missing."
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Shen Zishu said: "I am also willing to do my best to welcome my sister-in-law back. My brother can leave the matter to me."
Fu Jingheng pondered for a moment, "I will personally go to clear her name, take her back to Beijing, and give her the life that should belong to her."
Everyone was shocked when they heard that your Majesty was leaving the court in person to pick up the late Queen.
"A country cannot live without a king for a day. The road to Mobei is far away and stretches thousands of miles." Liu Yingfu was shocked, "Fu Chang and others have secretly incited small-scale riots in various places in recent days. You are in charge of the court and handle it appropriately. If you
If I leave the court, I'm afraid that the whole group will be leaderless and I won't be able to control him."
"It just so happens that the twenty-fifth anniversary of the death of the late emperor is approaching. According to previous years, I and these uncles and brothers have to observe mourning for one month, fast for one month, and the court affairs will be handed over to the dragon's dormitory gate for processing. I will handle it within one month.
Will come back soon."
Fu Jingheng is not joking. He thinks everything through. This decision this time is probably his craziest decision. He never thought that he would travel thousands of miles for a woman. He puts filial piety first and does not even keep it for his father.
Twenty-fifth anniversary of death.
He said: "You don't need to follow me, and there will be no big battle. I can just lead Qingliu and other secret guards alone. You can just perform your duties in the court as usual."