Wen Jin's hand was warm. When the tip of his hand was iced, she shrank, and then he took her whole hand. He took her back to his house, and there was his breath in the house.
, the smell she was very familiar with was the ambergris that was often scented on his clothes.
Wen Jin also felt at ease. After wandering for half a year, he was back close to the emperor. He was relieved and felt as lazy as during pregnancy. He took off his guard and realized that he was relying on him and did not think about Dao Qinghu in his mind.
Xi'an, in fact, he was the most special to her. She entered the room and looked back and forth. Through the moonlight, she could see that his coat was hanging on the back of the chair and his boots were neatly placed under the foot of the bed. He had stayed there for seven or eight days.
There are some traces of life inside, and there are some medicines on the table.
Wen Jin guessed that there was medicine for headaches in it. The stubborn headache he suffered from a high fever when he was a child still had its root cause. It was dark in the room and he couldn't see clearly.
Fu Jingheng coughed, but he didn't make it loud. He wanted to be strong. Even when he was sick, he didn't want people to tell him that he was not in good health, because most people who saw him in poor health wanted him to die, so he didn't show off his appearance.
I didn’t even say I was sick, I just forced myself to do it. I have been used to it since I was a child.
But when she came, he couldn't help coughing, and his cough was short. It wasn't that serious, and he deliberately made the cough more serious, but in fact he was really not in good health.
"Did you catch a cold?" Wen Jin asked naturally. She originally wanted to question him, cross-examine him, torture him, whether he had hurt her closest relatives, but when she saw that he was so thin that she could not recognize him, she could not say the harsh words on his lips.
When he came out, he only received a concerned inquiry.
Fu Jingheng's nose felt sour at the moment, "Do you care?"
"Yeah. I care." Wen Jin said, "Chang Lin, Chang Yun, Chang Ning, Chang Yi his father."
She has four children, and she has never seen her parents when she went home. At the moment, her mother still doesn’t know where she is. Alas.
"Don't care, you just came now? I came to Maha on April 12th. What day is it today? Seven or eight days have passed. I will get angry every day to see how cruel you are." After Fu Jingheng finished speaking, the two of them
You can hear the childishness in his tone. He is just the child's father.
"April 20." Wen Jin said, "I'm not as ruthless as you. I've been busy getting pregnant in the past few years and hiding in Tibet. What woman is like me."
"It's time for me to return to Beijing. I'll leave you a letter and you won't show up for eight or nine days." Fu Jingheng said, "How cruel you are."
"Are you catching a cold?" Wen Jin asked again.
"I will not tell you."
"If you don't tell me, I'll keep asking you." Wen Jin has never been afraid of him, and she seems to have never lost in this competition, "Are you catching a cold?"
Fu Jingheng didn't say anything for a long time. Under the moonlight, she saw him touching his cheek. He turned his head away and looked at the moonlight outside. She looked up and saw that there seemed to be mist in his eyes.
Wen Jin also felt uncomfortable. Under the dim moonlight, she heard him sniff again, looking aggrieved. He was quite restrained and did not forcefully hug her like before, which made her feel sorry for him involuntarily.
"I have a fever and a headache. It's gotten better in the past two days. It only got worse when I sat outside your courtyard for half the night when I first came here. It's not serious now." Fu Jingheng had a strong nasal voice, but it didn't matter. She kept asking as he talked.
, while holding up the stool that he had just knocked down with his knee in the dark, he said: "Don't move while you are standing. It's not a trivial matter if you fall. If you have a baby in your belly, you need to be more careful. I'll light the candle first."
"Yes. Okay." Wen Jin's heart warmed up, and he let go of her hand. He held her carefully just as he entered the room. He went to the table to find a fire stick, wiped the fire stick and lit the candle, and the room became dim.
stand up.
The two of them looked at each other in the candlelight, as if they were in another world. Everyone in the court was celebrating the memorial day for the late emperor, and they didn't know that the emperor was in the desert to have an explanation with his ex-wife.
"Am I much older?" Fu asked.
"I'm much thinner and more mature." Wen Jin said seriously: "I'm not old."
"It's true that my hair didn't turn gray overnight. I can't compare to other people's deep feelings. I should have turned gray all over my head and lost dozens of pounds, so I can't lose to him." Fu Jingheng tidied the bedding on the bed and laid out the sheets.
He turned back to Wen Jin and said, "Sit down."
It seemed that the most conspicuous thing in the inn room was the bed. She went over and sat on the spot where he had just laid down. After sitting down, her round belly was very obvious, and she could place a cup of tea on her belly.
Fu Jingheng pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. He opened his legs slightly and kept her within his range. He stared at her with burning eyes, as usual, as if he couldn't get enough. Wen Jin fell towards him.
After taking a look at her body, she found that his natural physiological reaction in the morning was still there. Her face also became hot and she hurriedly looked away. He was also quite embarrassed and loosened his shirt. The two of them were silent for a moment.
"Since you were outside the door that day, why didn't you call the door?" Wen Jin asked him, "I adopted a blind girl. I picked up a girl for free. I could have introduced her to you."
"I like to see the shadows of you and Jiang Huaizhou on the window sash. It's fun to watch. I traveled more than nine thousand miles to see it all." Fu Jingheng rubbed his knees with his hands. He was in a hurry when he went out and bumped into a stool. It hurt a lot.
"Why have you lost so much weight?"
"Because the birds I kept in the winter garden flew away." Fu Jingheng said warmly.
"The birds in the winter garden have flown away, but there are still so many birds in your harem."
"There's only one person I can't trap. Even a thousand guards can't trap her. Her determination to run away with someone, even now I think about it, still makes my heart twist." Fu Jingheng took both of her hands in his, thinking.
He was close to her, but he didn't dare to cross the border even half a step, so he couldn't help but hold her hands tightly, "I just want to leave so much. I won't enjoy the blessings in the winter garden even if I endure hardship among the people."
He was irritated with his, and Wen Jin was irritated with his own. He would not open any pot, "Isn't Meng Wan's cooking delicious? Stir-fried yellow beef."
She has been holding a grudge for more than ten months. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, the emperor pointed at her nose and said that her cooking was not delicious at all. It was not as delicious as Meng Wan's cooking. They talked about these trivial matters when they met. Both the emperor and her were bored, but they did not vomit.
Not happy.
Fu Jingheng was ashamed. After a moment, he said softly: "I was speaking out of anger. Your cooking is the best. I want to eat the shrimp skin wontons you cooked."
Wen Jin's eyes turned red and she pursed her lips, "Last winter, on the way to the Winter Garden, you got the stab wound on your arm by Fu Chang. Is it all healed?"
Fu Jingheng didn't expect that she would ask about his wounds. He nodded, "It's all good. Do you still remember..."
"Let me take a look at the wound." Wen Jin pushed up his sleeve and saw a long scar on his arm from the elbow to the shoulder. After looking at it, he asked him, "Does the wound still hurt?"
Fu Jingheng shook his head, "It still... hurts a little."
Wen Jin touched the scar with his fingertips, and his arm froze.
"Are you going back to Beijing today?" Wen Jin asked.
"Yeah. I'm going to get up and go back now." Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin's belly and asked about piercing the tube in his lungs. He didn't know how he got to this point. His child asked others to accompany him during the birth, and he still had to do it.
I don’t dare to argue with the mother of the child, “Have you prepared with him for the birth of the child?”
They never need to name each other when talking, they both know who he refers to in his mouth and who she refers to in her mouth.
Wen Jin said, "I haven't started preparing yet. Mainly I don't know what to prepare."
Fu Jingheng was startled, "It's almost time to give birth, why haven't you prepared anything yet? Shouldn't we have prepared the mother-in-law, maids, wet nurses, etc. earlier?"
Wen Jin lowered his eyes and said, "Well, I'm not ready yet. This is such a small place, so there's no wet nurse. Others say you're squeamish and don't care about your children. You just need to take care of yourself."
Because she was giving birth to a baby alone, there seemed to be nothing she needed to prepare. She sewed some small clothes. Grandma Yang said that there was a stable woman at the end of the alley. Just call her before she was born. Then she made some milk soup. She gave birth.
From now on, instead of making soup and drinking it, I will take care of my adopted baby Yueyue and elderly Grandma Yang. There is nothing to prepare for.
Fu Jingheng saw a look of grievance on her face, and she didn't seem to be living in harmony with Jiang. He looked at the sky and saw that it was just dawn, and said, "Why did you come to my place at night without him becoming suspicious?"
Wen Jin said nothing.
Fu Jingheng thought that she and Jiang were not in good terms, so he was aroused and said, "Speak."
Wen Jin didn't know what to say. She couldn't say that she had lied to him before. She didn't love Jiang Huaizhou at all. She loved Fu Jingheng. She said that before because she was afraid that she would bring a burden to Fu. Now she goes back on her word and says she loves Fu.
Could it be that he thought that she changed her tune because her son was appointed as the crown prince? She choked and said: "Oh, it's okay. I have the final say. I can do whatever I want. No one can give me any ideas. I
He became independent at the age of five."
Fu Jingheng felt extremely pity for her and asked her softly, "What's wrong? Honey, it doesn't sound right to me. What you said is both implicit and explicit, but you left me some room."
"It's okay." Wen Jin didn't say much, and she was embarrassed to say that she missed him and wanted to return to Beijing. Because Jiang Huaizhou said that she came here just to give Fu Chongxing a chance. She didn't dare to say anything anymore, as if she was with Fu Jingheng.
It seemed like she was making a mistake all the time. Time after time, she didn't dare to go back to him.
Fu Jingheng sighed, took out the letter from home that Wen Jin left for him last winter, and handed it to Wen Jin, "Thank you for coming to say goodbye to me on April 20th. After I go back, I will take Chang Lin with me."
Live a good life. Read this farewell letter in person and tell me to completely give up on this idea and never bother you again."