It was quite sudden, and Wen Jin was caught off guard, "No need. There is something going on in the palace. My brother is waiting for me. Let's wait for another day."
Wen Jin couldn't quite understand Qing Liu's words. She said: "I know his twenty-ninth birthday is coming soon. He is not in a good situation. How can we start with him being at his mercy? There is only a moment left.
What means."
When Lao Mo saw that his master was willing to speak, he thought that he had finally recovered from his serious illness and was so heartbroken about me. How could he dare to tell his master that your Majesty was about to fall and had no chance of winning, so he pushed her away. In fact, it was
In order to protect her, it is not worthwhile to make the master sad anymore. It is better to ask the master to leave the palace with peace of mind and go to Lishan to be safe and not get involved in the whirlpool. He stopped the conversation by pulling the clear current.
Lao Mo said, "This kid, Qingliu, is aggrieved on behalf of my master. Your Majesty arranged for someone to cause trouble for you. Isn't this manipulating you?"
Wen Jin finally sighed and handed the umbrella to Lao Mo, "Aren't you in a hurry to use the umbrella? I have urged you eighteen times in half a month. Here it is. The chief of the middle palace has sent it to you."
"Long live this umbrella, I just like it. The other umbrella next to me is not pleasant to hold. He asked many times if the umbrella has come back. We didn't mean to rush it." As he said this, Lao Mo stuck out his tongue and smiled, but did not take it.
Umbrella, then said, "Master, please dismount? I will make a human stool for you. Step on your back and get down. The ground is so hard that it hurts your feet."
"I'm just here to return the umbrella. No need to dismount." Wen Jin handed the umbrella forward, "You take it, I'm going back."
"I've eaten too much raw seafood in the past few days, and my hands are gout. My hands are like chicken claws and I can't hold things." Lao Mo quickly held his hands and made a pained expression, "Why don't you go back first?
When your hand is ready, you can come again to deliver the umbrella, and my servant will help you get it."
"I'm struggling." Wen Jin thought about running one more time, and immediately turned over and dismounted. Lao Mo really wanted to make a human stool, but Wen Jin stopped him. She landed on the ground and walked towards the imperial study room.
When she came to the small window, she heard voices inside, and the king's deep voice penetrated into her ears. She peeked into the room and saw the emperor, Zishu and several retired officers from the Ministry of War.
The old man was talking, and the king was saying: "You are still a veteran who followed my grandfather. This time, I have no choice but to ask you to go out and work again..."
Wen Jin felt that it was funny and bitter at the moment that the king actually went to the point of asking for help from the old man who had taken a back seat. The old man had gray hair and two front teeth. He was seventy or eighty years old. He had smoked for a long time and had ruined the house.
It smells like tobacco. I can't imagine what a bitter scene it would be like for the king to bring a bunch of old men to fight with Fu Chang. It's so pitiful. Alas...
There was also a young woman who was pouring tea and grinding ink for the king.
When Wen Jin saw this, he looked dissatisfied, so he put the umbrella on the window sill and left. Unexpectedly, when the umbrella was closed, it was rounder, but the window sill was a little tilted downwards, and the umbrella rolled to the ground with a snap. Wen Jin hurriedly
Turn around and pick up the umbrella.
Everyone inside heard the sound and looked towards the small window.
Wen Jin was picking up an umbrella and putting it on the window sill. As soon as she stood up, she met the emperor's eyes. He was staring at her, and she unexpectedly fell into his eyes. She hadn't looked at each other like this in more than a month. She didn't know.
However, she felt a little panicked, so she squeezed the handle of the umbrella, and the umbrella opened with a snap. She was quite embarrassed.
Fu Jingheng laughed softly.
Wen Jin quickly closed the umbrella, only to hear him say after the Long case, "My face is much better. When Fang came out of the drowning, his face was pale, and his frightening soul was gone. I only call you the one who rubs your hands and presses your abdomen."
Spit out the water."
Wen Jin refused to speak to him and turned his eyes to look at the cranes in his yard. This time he saw that his face was indeed quite weak and pale. He also remembered that Yu Zhen said that he was in bad health and that his father was unwilling to carry him.
He's looking at the stars, and he's unjust and helpless.
But she still hated him for cheating on her feelings. When she saw him, she was taken back to the scene of the day she fell into the lake. His love at first sight, his complementary relationship with Qian Chan, and she began to hate him. He changed his attitude too quickly.
Fu Jingheng said to the old man from the Ministry of War opposite: "Excuse me, please wait a moment. I have a word with my wife."
After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the window. She hadn't said a word to him since she fell into the lake. He hadn't heard her voice for a long time. He always knew that she held a grudge, but she didn't speak for a month and a half, but
This made him feel bad, and he said, "It's windy today, so you didn't bring a cloak. It's almost autumn, so be careful."
Wen Jin saw him getting closer and listened to him talking to her. She also wanted to know if he was sad that his father didn't want to carry him to watch the stars. If he took things to heart, would he be unable to bear it alone? But she
Unable to forgive him for deceiving and taking advantage of her feelings, she put the umbrella on the window sill without saying a word, turned around and walked quickly into the yard. The hem of her skirt blown by the wind frightened the crane, and it flapped its wings and ran towards the courtyard wall.
Although I promised Qingliu that kid would talk to your Majesty, the discord before was so complete that the Daoqing Lake was filled up. I don’t know where to start.
"Wait a minute. Walk slower." Fu Jingheng quickly opened the door and chased out after two steps, "Su Wenjin..."
Zishu smiled in the room and said: "Old general, please talk to Zishu. Your Majesty has something to do. You will be back in a moment. You smoke your pipe to relieve your fatigue. Your Majesty has been talking to you for two hours, and you are also tired."
The woman Momo said, "That must be your wife. Zhenzhen'er is a lovely person, and women will be moved when they see her."
Zishu said, "Yes. She is the empress. That's your Majesty's heart and eyes." But her sister is the cutest and most beautiful, and you haven't seen her. When you have, you don't know how to praise Baoyin.
As Wen Jin walked, she looked back. When she saw the emperor, he quickly chased her. She didn't know what to say. She had lost her heart for him since the day she fell into the lake. She came to Chitu.
, he stepped on the pedals and got on the horse, then decisively hit the horse and left the imperial study room.
Fu Jingheng's body was severely damaged by the cold poison. Coupled with the war in Nanfan and the many intrigues in the court recently, he was really tired. He knew that he had made Wen Jin hate him, and the effect was good. She wished that he would collapse immediately.
But I know how much I miss her. I haven't been close to her for more than a year. I really yearn for it. Occasionally he would go to the palace at night. After she fell asleep, he would go to her bedside and watch her, and leave before she woke up. Maybe until she died.
He couldn't reconcile with her, and she would never call him by his first name with a soft voice in her life.
He chased him to the arch of the courtyard, and when he saw that the red rabbit was getting farther and farther away, he put his index finger between his lips and whistled.
Wen Jin originally urged the horse hastily, but unexpectedly a whistle suddenly sounded. The red rabbit knew that it was the king's war horse. Hearing the whistle, he whinnied and turned the horse's head, galloping in the opposite direction. It turned out that he was heading towards her.
Take it with you, the king.
Wen Jin lost his balance a little, held the reins tightly, and let out a soft breath.
Just before Wenjin was about to fall off the horse, Chitu returned to the archway of the imperial study courtyard. The emperor hurriedly pulled the reins, jumped on the horse neatly, held the reins with one hand, and stabilized Wenjin's unbalanced body with the other.
He stopped, put his arms around her waist, gently pulled her back, and gently held her in his arms.
His aura surrounded her, and her body became stiff. For more than a year, she and he spent a day together in Mobei, and then immediately fell out with each other after returning home. The two of them had not been reunited for more than a year.
Wen Jin's back was pressed against his chest, and she moved forward to distance herself from him.
Fu Jingheng gently pinched the horse's belly, and the red rabbit walked slowly towards the middle palace, very slowly, slower than a snail.
As soon as Chitu moved, Wenjin's back came into contact with his chest due to inertia. She looked back at him, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be curved.