Wen Jin couldn't help but feel a sudden warmth in her heart. He...did he regret driving her away and coming to take her home? This thought put her in a humble situation. In her heart, she wanted to go home with him.
As early as the night she handed Shou Gong Sha to him, she regarded him as her husband in her heart...
Fu Jingheng turned his distant eyes to Wen Jin who was huddled on the small bed. Her clothes were torn to pieces, and she was holding a bloody dagger in her hand. The look of horror on her face had not disappeared, and rage occupied his heart before reason.
, his narrow eyes suddenly dimmed, and he cast his bloodthirsty gaze on the wailing bastard at Qingliu's feet, and opened his thin lips: "You just said, you want to play with my woman?"
"My Emperor!" Song Tou'er was trembling all over, he was so frightened that he couldn't control himself, and a dark water stain appeared on his pants.
Your Majesty! Your Majesty is here. Didn't Your Majesty demote this companion to a place of slaves? Why did he come to this dirty place where the slaves live on the wedding night of his wedding with the imperial concubine?
Could it be that... Your Majesty, he does not dislike this companion? Could it be that... Your Majesty still wants this woman?
"My slave deserves to die. Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty, please spare my life!"
Qingliu blocked Boss Song's mouth with a piece of cloth, "Shut up! You have no place to speak here!"
Fu Jingheng ordered in a low voice: "Gouge out your eyes, chop off your hands and feet, and put you in jail for rigorous interrogation. I want to know who is behind the scenes."
"Yes! Your Majesty." Qingliu carried Mr. Song, who had a frightened face and was whining endlessly, out the door. If he dared to look at Lord Jin with his eyes, Your Majesty would of course gouge out his eyes. If he dared to tear Lord Jin apart,
It would be strange if your Majesty did not cut off his hands and feet. Lord Jin is the person most dear to your Majesty, how can you allow others to get involved in it!
Fu Jingheng stepped over the threshold with his dragon boots and walked into the room. He glanced at Wen Jin and said, "I'm home."
Wen Jin felt warm in her heart, and the word "go home" made her mood even more difficult to control. Two tears fell from her eyes, and she said in a trembling voice: "You...are you here to take me home?"
"Grandma is sick, and she forced me to come and take you back. Put away your tears and go back with a smile on your face. Don't let the old man worry. Huh?" Fu Jingheng stood coldly beside the bed.
Wen Jin felt a pain in his heart. It turned out that grandma had forced him to come. Was he angry because she interrupted his wedding night with Concubine Xue, or did he say that he had already had the wedding night? "Well, okay.
Is grandma seriously ill?"
"Yes." Fu Jingheng responded lightly, "I'm very sick."
Wen Jin wiped the self-defense dagger clean and put it at the bottom of his sleeve, then reached for the clothes in the bag. The broken clothes on his shoulders hung down, and the curves of his shoulders and neck fell into Jun Shang's eyes.
Fu Jingheng's eyes darkened, and he looked away. He reached down to pick up her clothes from her baggage, and touched a white coat. He moved his fingers and picked up another maroon coat.
, Leng Ran threw it beside her, "Put on your clothes. I'll wait for you outside. Don't make me wait too long!"
"Yeah. Okay." Wen Jin watched Fu Jingheng's figure disappear at the door with misty eyes. She sighed quietly, picked up the maroon clothes and put them on. She really remembered her grandma's body in her heart, so she carried it on her back.
His little baggage followed Fu Jingheng towards the dragon carriage like a homeless orphan.
After entering the dragon chariot, Fu Jingheng sat on the couch coldly with his arms wrapped around his chest. His temperament was dignified and he refused to let anyone stay away from him.
Wen Jin chose a seat far away from him. The autumn wind poured in from the opposite car window. She couldn't help shivering. Her eyes were itchy, so she raised her hands to rub them. Suddenly she felt that the autumn wind had stopped and it was no longer so cold.
, opened his eyes, and saw that the curtains on the carriage window had hung down, blocking the autumn wind in the evening.
At the end of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Fu Jingheng's hands retracting to his chest and hugging him, still looking cold.
Wen Jin tightened her hands, wondering what she was thinking. The curtains were just shaken down by the bumpy road. How could he raise his hand to help her lower the curtains to block the cold wind if he hated her so much.
"You like to seduce men?"
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
Fu Jingheng spoke suddenly. Wen Jin did not expect that he would talk to her, and was slightly surprised.
"You seduced me in the dragon's bed. After you got to the slave house, you seduced the person in charge there. Is this your usual method?" Fu Jingheng sneered coldly: "You are not selective about what you eat when you are hungry? Do you like such a thing?"
Wen Jin's heart ached, "You knew I didn't. I had already stabbed him when you came. How could you seduce him? Why did you hurt me with your words? I don't know why you suddenly seemed to be a different person to me.
Man. What on earth have I done that dissatisfies you?"
"You should know better than me what you did. Why don't you ask me?"
"Xing... No, Your Majesty, is there something that we can't talk about openly and honestly? Even if I am a sinner, I should understand why I suddenly... don't want me anymore." Wen Jin's voice became softer and softer.
Fu Jingheng said nothing. When Wen Jin thought he would not answer her, she only heard him say in a cold voice: "I'm tired of playing with you."
Wen Jin felt extremely uncomfortable. It turned out that she was tired of playing. She smiled awkwardly. It turned out that he had never loved her before, "Yeah. Got it."
"I will thoroughly investigate the beast just now. There will be no place in the palace for such a bastard. Today I am insulting you, but it is a trivial matter. If I insult Xue Ning in the future, how can I do it?" Fu Jingheng did not let go of any injury on Wen Jin's cheek.
His expression means that he will not treat the person who betrayed him well. She needs to taste the feeling of being hurt by her true love!
Wen Jin took a deep breath, and his words pierced her heart, "In my opinion, I will not insult your Xue Ning. I am usually kind, tolerant to others, and make many friends.
I didn’t make any enemies in the palace. Xue Ning made things difficult for me when I came in during the day, and someone wanted to insult my reputation at night. What a coincidence! She was always at odds with me in Xue Mansion..."
"You suspect that Xue Ning is the person behind the scenes, do you have any real evidence? If there is no real evidence, it is slander! I can cut out your tongue." Fu Jingcheng frowned, "When I target a person, I only do it after I have real evidence.
her!"
Wen Jin heard that he meant to protect Xue Ning in his words, so she knew that talking more would be useless and would only make him hate her more. "So, what real evidence did your Majesty get for targeting me everywhere? That makes Your Majesty hate me so deeply?"
"
"Ask yourself and you will know." Fu Jingheng smiled faintly, "Are you panicking? Are you trying to trick me? Do you want to know how much details I have about you?"
Wen Jin: "..." What are you panicking about? She has no idea what Junshang is talking about. She was obviously the one who was abandoned, so why did Junshang still feel wronged?
After three moments of walking, the wheels rolled over the moonlight, passed by the Yilan Palace, and stopped outside the door of the Dragon Sleeping Room. The Dawan horses barked softly.
There are four eyes behind the crack in the door of Yilan Palace. Xue Ning and Nanny Wen peeked out from the crack in the door and saw that the imperial driver personally took Wen Jin back from the slave house in a dragon chariot. The two got off the dragon chariot.
, one after another, entered the Dragon Sleeping Courtyard.
Xue Ning was so angry that she walked to the wall and put her ear against it. Listening to the movement in the dragon's dormitory next door, she clenched her hands tightly, her armor piercing her flesh, and she trembled all over.
You can't even kill such a weak little girl! Aunt Wen, if that piece of trash named Song fell into the hands of your Majesty, you won't be able to trace it to me, right? Don't mess with the bitch and make her look like a coquettish person."