Wen Jin was helped back to the waterside pavilion by two servant girls. She could not even commit suicide and could only endure it alive because she had to take care of her family.
Wen Jin was very passively dressed up by the maid, who helped her put on the thin red gauze dress that Nangong Jue had asked her to wear before, which she did not cooperate with. It was very cold in winter, but she could no longer feel the chill.
"Girl, His Royal Highness is obsessed with you. Why are you looking so sad? The girl is both talented and beautiful. If you show mercy to Prince Nangong, your future will be bright and bright, just around the corner." The maid patiently advised.
Wen Jin just kept silent. She didn't need to submit to any man, nor did she need anything to look forward to. She needed to go home. But the king died and the country was breached. She was homeless.
Wen Jin stood in front of the window with his arms folded, watching the rain outside the window hitting the pool, causing ripples in circles.
She didn't know how long she stood there before she heard the door panel behind her. The prince pushed the door open and came in. He stood at the door and looked at Wen Jin's back for a moment. Although she was a queen, she was a weak woman. After the fall of the country, she had no
She was crying uncontrollably, but she still stood with her back straight, and she didn't show any flattery to him.
He sensed her strength and aloofness. No blow could make her bow her head. He didn't know how to persuade her. After all, he was the one who destroyed her country.
Nangong Jue slowly came to the window and looked at her profile, "Go to rest early. I will stay with you tonight at the Waterside Pavilion. The maid said that you have been afraid of sleeping alone recently."
Wen Jin was speechless, "Isn't it you who caused all this? Do you want me to be grateful to you?"
"Gu will make you happy." Nangong Jue pulled up the belt around her waist and opened it inch by inch.
"It's flooded! Twenty palaces in Haolan Palace have been swallowed up by fire! Put out the fire quickly!"
In the quiet night, the shouts of the palace people suddenly sounded outside, and then thick smoke came from the Haolan Palace in the northwest toward the waterside pavilion, inhaled into the nasal cavity, and made people uncomfortable.
Wen Jin couldn't help coughing after inhaling the thick smoke.
"How come the Haolan Palace is on fire!" Nangong Jue's expression changed drastically, "Qiu Li, the new emperor, is staying in the Haolan Palace. If something unexpected happens to Jiang Huaizhou, how can I explain to Qiu Liguo! Now all the troops are concentrated on attacking Guangli.
If we are at odds with Qiu Li, our country will be depleted of troops and unable to resist!"
With that said, Nangong Jue let go of the tie around Wen Jin's waist that he was holding between his fingers, and ordered his servants: "Take the girl to a palace upwind and away from the smoke."
After saying that, Nangong Jue quickly walked out of the house and left.
For a moment, there was a loud noise outside, and everyone rushed out from various palaces and rooms to escape the fire.
Wen Jin was carried upwind by three or four maids. Looking at the crowds of people, Wen Jin had the idea of escaping in the chaos. She struggled desperately, but the hands of the maids were like iron hooks.
On her arms, her struggling arms were scratched by their nails.
One of them said: "Girl, we can't let go. You are the most important person to the prince. If we lose you, the prince will not let us go!"
"Let me go!" Wen Jin was angry.
While talking, amid the fire that filled the sky, Wen Jin was carried to an arch bridge crossing a stream. There were people running upwind around him, and there were also people carrying water to put out the fire. It was all a mess.
Wenjin couldn't get away, and when she was in despair, she suddenly heard someone from behind call out in a deep voice: "Su Wenjin."
When Wen Jin heard the sound, his back suddenly stiffened, as if his whole body was nailed to the ground, and he could no longer walk even half a step.
The sound was just below the arch bridge, some distance away from her.
It's the king's voice.
She was not sleepy at the moment. She was very awake and not dreaming. How could she hear the king's voice?
The strength between her arms suddenly loosened, and several servants restraining her fell to the ground. Wen Jin looked back and saw that their throats were injured by hidden weapons, and they all died.
"Turn around, Su Wenjin." He said softly again.
Wen Jin tried his best and turned around quickly, and saw Emperor Guangli in navy blue uniform by the garden under the arch bridge. He stood there with a warm smile, like a young man from an ordinary family.
It feels like a new life.
The fire that filled the sky in Haoran Palace flickered on and off on his serious and handsome face, and there was deep emotion in his eyes. He came for her, he wanted her.
Wen Jin couldn't believe that the person she thought was dead from her life would appear in front of her at the moment when she thought her country was ruined and her family was ruined and she had to fall into the quagmire in Daying. She called out hoarsely: "Your Majesty...
"
"It's me." Fu Jingheng looked at her thin figure on the arch bridge. She was wearing a thin gauze dress, and her skin was looming under the thin fabric. He felt extremely distressed and was angry at the person who made her look like this. "Su Wenjin, it's me."
Wen Jin picked up her skirt and ran under the arch bridge. She was like a wandering child who saw her family. She rushed to her husband desperately, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
"Go slowly. Don't fall." Fu Jingheng hurriedly walked along the garden path to the arch bridge, while a thin winter rain was still falling.
Wen Jin's eyes were very hot, and someone told her to walk slowly so as not to fall.
They stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground and rushed to each other, crossing life and death, crossing wars, crossing royal power and fame and fortune, crossing positions, and crossing the disparity in status. At the moment, they were just a pair of men and women who had each other's hearts. Just like when they were children,
They only have each other.
Finally, Fu Jingheng came to Wen Jin as quickly as possible and held her delicate shoulders. Through the veil, the hot body temperature of his hands reached her shivering body, and then he no longer tolerated himself.
Missing her, he took off his coat and wrapped it around her body, surrounded her tightly, and quickly took her to a hidden, uninhabited corner to avoid being seen.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and she raised her chin to look at him deeply.
He sighed softly and finally indulged himself.
In the dangerous enemy palace, he held Wen Jin tightly in his arms, kissed her forehead, and smelled the soft fragrance of her body. The irritability of the past few days was swept away, and the empty heart was filled.
When he was full, his Su Wenjin was back in his arms, and he had nothing else to ask for.
Pressed into his arms, Wen Jin finally vented out the grievances he had suppressed for months, and tears fell in streams.
She asked: "Your Majesty, are you still alive? Are you still alive? I didn't wait for you that day, I didn't listen to your words, and I lost myself when I left the palace... I have been so scared these four months. I just
Tell you, I'm so scared. I'm not as strong as I look, because I thought the king left me alone and left alone."
Fu Jingheng gently rubbed her back with his warm palms and pressed the side of her face against his chest so that she could listen to his heartbeat. His heartbeat was very fast and heavy, hitting her auricle.
Soothing her helplessness and panic.
"I'm still alive. Don't feel wronged, okay? As long as I'm here, no matter where you are, I will find you. Didn't we meet you at Shuixie this evening? I sat next to you and watched you sleeping for a long time before I could
Be calmer. You were very calm when you woke up, much calmer than me. Why are you crying like this now?"
"I...I thought it was a dream." Wen Jin's voice choked up, "I didn't know it was really you. If I knew, I might not be calm."
"It's not a dream. I entered the Daying Palace with the Azhou delegation visiting Daying. When I first arrived, I took advantage of the palace banquet to avoid people and go see you." Fu Jingheng used his sleeves to help her wipe away her tears, "Look, you are here
I was sleeping. I didn’t have the opportunity to rescue you at that time, so I didn’t wake you up. Later, Nangong knocked on the door and it was inconvenient for me to show up, so I avoided it.”
Wen Jin remembered that the gently swaying curtain might have been touched by him when he left, and that he had indeed covered her with the thin quilt.
It turned out that the emperor had two other letters, one of which was written to his old friend and beloved Qiang Jiang Huaizhou. It contained only a few words: "Wen Jin is in trouble and trapped in Daying. I will wait for you outside Daying City." There was no signature or greeting.
With this tone and handwriting, he called Jiang Qing. After meeting, the two still disliked each other, but they had the same goal, to rescue Wen Jin, Fu, and Jiang were in love with each other.
Wen Jin suddenly realized, "It turns out that brother Azhou deliberately disowned me in order to win Nangong Jue's trust. I thought he was still angry with me and would never have any contact with me again."
"No matter how angry he is, you are also his most beloved sister. He will be responsible for his sister's destiny in this life. No matter how bad the three of us are, we were once a family with a common homeland and beliefs. We will not allow foreign enemies to invade us.
Heshan." Fu Jingheng softly comforted his beloved wife, "He is a decent man after all."
"Yes." Wen Jin raised his hand and touched Fu Jingheng's stubble. Seeing his thin lips and pale lips, and the look of fatigue between his brows, Wen Jin realized that he had traveled from the Central Plains.
She had many questions, how to cure his poison, wasn't he deceased, what should be done after the soldiers and horses were repulsed, she didn't even know which question to ask first, she said softly: "Your Majesty, you are here,
What should I do with the court? The New Year is approaching, what should I do with the court?"
"The meeting is not important, nor is the court." Fu Jingheng said warmly: "At the moment, you are the most important."