Fu Jingheng's eyes were full of disappointment, "I know that you have been lying to me. I have been deceiving myself and others into thinking that you have never lied to me."
Duanmu Fu immediately handed the king a cup of warm tea, "Your Majesty, don't be angry, my daughter will be worried. I will never leave you and will never abandon you. I will write a letter of ten thousand words in blood.
Pray for the people, as a saint, the people look up to you, I will fight side by side with you and tide over the difficulties."
"Thank you." Fu Jingheng was disappointed and moved by Duanmu's words. After being with Wenjin for more than ten years, he was not as sincere to me as an outsider. He glanced at Duanmu absently. It seemed that his life would only be revenge, not nothing.
When you're in love, it doesn't matter who the woman is.
But he was not in the mood for tea, so he flicked the tea away.
He said to Wen Jin: "Now, I think you are not worthy of sharing the Dragon Sleeping Room with me. Make way for Duanmu, the Dragon Sleeping Room is no longer your home."
Give way!
He blasted her away...
I am really disappointed in her.
She has no home anymore.
Wen Jin felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest. She put her hand on her heart and said, "Your Majesty!"
Duanmu was flattered and said, "Thank you for your love."
Fu Jingheng stopped looking at Wen Jin and averted his eyes.
Wen Jin took a few steps closer and explained: "I lied to you when I said I didn't write a letter to my adoptive father. I did. However, the letter leaking the military aircraft in the Long Case was not written by me.
You know that my explanation is as pale as sophistry, but if you still have the slightest bit of trust in me, can you allow me to pick out the letters I wrote from these letters?"
"I'm tired of listening to your sophistry." Fu Jingheng slowly pulled out his long sword from the scabbard hanging on the jade biscuit, and pointed the tip of the sword at Wen Jin, "It's not the innocent people, the old, the weak, the sick and the young who deserve to die.
It’s Wenguang, it’s Jiang Huaizhou, it’s you and the bastard in your belly!”
Wen Jin stared at the long sword in Fu Jingheng's hand, the tip of the sword pointed at her chest and side.
She put her hands on her lower abdomen and had mixed feelings in her heart. In the face of the evidence, she was unable to argue. The bedtime records in the guest room and these letters meant that she was dead in his heart.
She saw the coldest denial and disappointment in his eyes.
Being pointed at by him with a sword was like a thousand arrows piercing her heart. He held her tenderly in his arms last night, but today he wanted to kill her twice.
Zi Shu immediately knelt on the ground to plead for Wen Jin: "Brother, think twice! Please allow my sister-in-law to defend herself! Don't kill a good person by mistake!"
"She is no longer your sister-in-law." Fu Jingheng clarified coldly.
Wen Jin's lips were pale.
"A good person? Could it be that Mr. Shen is also a literary scholar, one of the first-class Jiang?" Liu Yingfu said angrily: "He actually spoke for Xiao Zuo! Mr. Shen's position is very subtle!"
Duanmufu said softly: "Sister Wenjin is so charming. So many men are helping her. I wonder why?"
There is something in Duanmu Fu's words, but Wen Jin's behavior is inappropriate.
Shen Zishu said sternly: "Liu Yingfu, Miss Duanmu, don't insult people's innocence with empty words! You must have evidence for what you say!"
Wen Jin lowered her head, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and she was helpless. Master Liu, the Imperial Master, and the Holy Lady all wanted her to die as a spy. Brother Heng also pointed his sword at her.
Fu Jingheng's eyes fell on Wen Jin's helpless little face. He tightened his hand on the hilt of the sword and scolded his subordinates: "That's enough, no more internal strife! Let Xi Zuo see the joke."
Wen Jin leaned forward, and the tip of the sword in Fu Jingheng's hand moved suddenly.
Someone was surprised and said, "Your Majesty, be careful! The witch is going to kill you at close range!"
Fu Jingheng's cold eyes suddenly narrowed. However, Wen Jin did not kill the king, but hurt himself. Wen Jin stepped towards Fu Jingheng firmly, the tip of the sword passed through her thin shoulder, and came out through her back, and blood came from the sword.
Dropping from the tip.
"Jin!" Fu Jingheng's hands trembled suddenly, "What are you doing!"
"It will hurt if you stab me with your own hands. I'm afraid of being stabbed with your own hands. If I bump into you, it won't hurt so much."
Fu Jingheng clenched his teeth. If he really wanted her life, he would have taken it four months ago when he found the letter.
Wen Jin smiled bitterly, "Fu, this is the first time you pointed a sword at me... You are really angry..."
Fu Jingheng's eyes shrank violently, and the hand holding the sword hilt trembled, "I will not be soft-hearted! Don't struggle at the end of the road!"
Wen Jin came to him, raised her head stubbornly and stared at him, "I said, I have a clear conscience and will not disappoint you!"
"Wen Jin, stop here, don't go any further!" Fu Jingheng looked at the blood pouring out of the wound on her shoulder, and his tone revealed his panic, "...stop."
"Brother Ah Heng..." Wen Jin endured the pain and walked up to his lord, pressing his cheek against Fu Jingheng's chest. Listening to his violent heartbeat, was he nervous? Wasn't he pointing a sword at her to take her life?
Well, she said softly: "Ever since I was little, my adoptive father discovered that I was close to you, and told me to write to him to tell him about your food, clothing, daily life, and whereabouts. If I didn't write to him, he would arrange for someone else to do it.
Careful work is by your side."
Fu Jingheng was quiet for a moment and said warmly: "Go on. You have the last chance to quibble."
"How could I let others hurt you? It's not easy for you since you were little, and your mother has not been around, and you have been ostracized and neglected by the Queen Mother Lou. If you must have a craftsman by your side, you might as well do it for me.
I wrote a total of one hundred and twenty letters to my adoptive father, but I did it hastily and did not go deep into it. Today’s letter about the clear stream and the flower field was not written by me. I am afraid that someone pretended to be my hand and leaked your information.
The secret is for my adoptive father."
As he spoke, Wen Jin slowly fell down due to his serious injuries. He was as helpless as a duckweed.
"Wen Jin!" Fu Jingheng put his hand on Wen Jin's lower back, causing her thin body to fall into his arms.
Wen Jin raised her eyes and looked at Fu Jingheng's handsome face. She raised her hand to smooth his frown, "I will not slander Chang Lin's father's reputation. The man I love is a good emperor who loves the people.
.Forgive me for being pregnant, greedy for life, and afraid of death. I can't express my ambition through death. I can only slightly injure my arm and bleed to defend myself. I have to send my brother and sister to the Imperial College tomorrow... I'm sorry, I... I lied
I left you because...because I was also afraid that you would not allow me, a craftsman, to stay by your side..."
"Jin..."
"What if Brother Heng doesn't want me to stay with you..."
"Stop talking..."
"Brother Heng, I feel so cold... We won't be happy when we grow up... We used to guard grandma, and we were so happy every day... The harem is getting more and more lively, and Jin'er is becoming more and more redundant... more and more
It’s useless…if I were a saint, would it be different…”
As he spoke, Wen Jin lost strength, his vision turned black, he fainted, and the hand on his sleeve loosened his grip.
"Wen Jin, don't fall asleep, wake up." Fu Jingheng gently shook Wen Jin's thin body, but Wen Jin seemed to be asleep and did not respond.
"Pass on the imperial doctor! Pass on the imperial physician to me!" Fu Jingheng lifted Wen Jin's thin body horizontally, his face lost his calm, "I won't allow her to die, my words... I haven't finished asking yet."
"Your Majesty!" Liu Yingfu angrily took off his official hat and knelt down to admonish, "Don't you care about the life and death of the people of Li and insist on protecting this witch? Because this witch leaked the secret, the people of Nanguo were injured and died.
Her one-sided words, your Majesty will easily believe her and defend her?!"
The Imperial Master also knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, think twice! This enchantress must not stay! Otherwise, she will only enhance other people's ambitions and destroy her own prestige. Wouldn't the Regent become so arrogant?"
"Liu Yingfu, old Imperial Master, pay attention to your wording!" Fu Jingheng said sternly: "Even though she is a criminal, before I convict her, remember that she is my woman! You will not tolerate insulting her! I don't want to do it again!
I heard the word witch!"
Duanmu Fu looked at Wen Jin angrily, bitch, he actually hit the sword to make the king relent!
"Your Majesty! This woman has caused you to lose the support of the people! I applaud you for causing you to be manipulated by literary thieves!" Liu Yingfu tried his best to admonish, "The most urgent task is to push this woman to Nanguo and make the letter public. If Your Majesty listens to her sophistry,
Then I felt compassion, how can we achieve great things?! We follow you to conquer the country, how disappointing it is?!"
"Military Aircraft Department. Listen to orders." Fu Jingheng said sharply.
Liu Yingfu immediately knelt down and said, "I'm here."
"The Military Aircraft Department has joined forces with Admiral Shen Zishu to secure for me all the food storage areas under Wen Thief's command. Don't attack rashly."
Fu Jingheng made arrangements in a short time, as if he had planned it early in the morning.
"Liu Liangwen, Jiang Zishu pretended to be Jiang Huaizhou's troops and went straight to the Wen thieves' arsenal, attacking from the east and west. He gathered the Wen thieves' troops at the arsenal. Liu Yingfu took advantage of the situation and captured all the grain reserves controlled by the weak Wen thieves.
Put up the banner of my surname Fu and weaken the power of the literary thieves."
Zi Shu immediately said to Gong Jin: "Yes, I will definitely live up to my destiny!"
"Yes." Liu Yingfu refused to accept and wanted to remonstrate again, but the king's face was cold and he did not dare to offend Long Wei.
Fu Jingheng said again, "Master, with your prestige, I will take the letter to Nanguo, Huainan, transfer the death row prisoners from the prison to act as agents and behead them in public, and publish the letters to expose the ugly behavior of the criminal thieves. Return my reputation and win back the hearts of the people."
Imperial Master Duanmu clasped his hands and said, "Old minister, I obey the order."
In his heart, Liu Yingfu was dissatisfied with the emperor for protecting Wen Jin and calling the death row prisoners, and glared at Wen Jin in Fu Jingheng's arms with hatred.
Fu Jingheng hugged Wen Jin and left the imperial study. He was worried that grandma would fall ill if she saw Wen Jin injured, so he put him in the side hall next to the imperial study.
His steps as he jumped down the imperial steps were extremely embarrassing.
Duanmufu followed behind, feeling extremely jealous. The Lord actually lost his cool for Wen Jin, and for Wen Jin's sake, he went against the advice of the Military Aircraft Department and the National Advisor. My father said that the Lord is someone who puts power and the country above all things.
How could such a man of solitary nature mess up his position for Wen Jin!
Wen Jin was seriously injured and had a fever. She was confused because of the illness. There were many people talking in her ears, as if the emperor had a political disagreement with the military aircraft department in order to protect her.
How could it be? Didn't Brother Heng say that he wouldn't fall out with the Military Aircraft Department because of her?
Between sleeping and waking up, it seemed as if she saw the bright yellow clothes standing beside her all night, and the cool fingers brushed her forehead from time to time, and she seemed to hear an angry voice saying: "Save her to me! If she is
If she dies, the whole hospital will be buried with her!"
She pulled his sleeve and called her mother, "Mother, don't leave Jin'er... Mother, Jin'er will take good care of her younger brothers and sisters... Mother... Jin'er is so scared..."
In the hazy moment, her mother hugged her and kissed her forehead lovingly, "Mom is here, here... no one will hurt you. My... baby."
When Wen Jin woke up again, it was already the next morning. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Fu Jingheng sitting on the chair beside her bed with a haggard face, staring at her with deep concern.
When she looked over, he put away the concern in his eyes, and there was only a cold look in his eyes. He slowly extended his hand towards her...