With the windows closed, Wen Jin wasn't as cold anymore.
"The ones on the left are all written by me. The ones on the right are not. You won't see it, right. You have marked me as a craftsman. You must think that I am struggling to quibble. But I guess there is still a craftsman around you,
Be more vigilant.”
"There are more than one or two craftsmen around me. I uncover countless of them every day. Please take the trouble. Your acting skills are really good."
Fu Jingheng frowned and looked at her pale cheek thoughtfully. Thinking of the suffering people, he put away his inner unbearability for Wen Jin.
"You hit the edge of the sword, and used your so-called unrepentant love to make me feel compassionate. You alienated me from the Military Aircraft Department and the National Advisor, causing them to question me for favoring political opponents regardless of the overall situation, and for being stupid. You did it.
.”
Wen Jin said softly: "I... didn't mean to separate you from the military department. It is true that I have younger brothers, sisters and grandmother at home, a baby in my belly, and a mother's revenge that has not been avenged. I am greedy for life and afraid of death. I have the intention of preemptively making you unbearable.
.But I just don’t want to die in vain...Everyone wants to live, but I have a heavy burden on my shoulders and I can’t afford to die, can’t I?”
Fu Jingheng sneered, "I have withdrawn the imperial guards and the escort car, and arranged for the death row prisoners to be tortured on your behalf. You will not die. Are you proud? My reputation was disgraced, I was called a coward, and I was almost ruined, but I did not kill you."
.I have always been known to be unkind, but I have repeatedly made exceptions for you. You are my political stain, am I pathetic?"
"Fu..." Oh, it turns out she is a political stain.
"I don't want to hear a word you say anymore." Fu Jingheng interrupted Wen Jin's words unhappily, "You must want Wen Guang to cut off mine just like he cut off my father's head. Tell you, I won't
You lose! The fate of Wen Guang and Jiang Huaizhou is determined by me. You are not the only one who knows how to separate. I am better than you. Revenge is the simplest thing in the world, because when you seek revenge, you don’t have to take into account the world’s human feelings, and you can even be reckless about the consequences."
"I didn't want him to cut off your head! It's unfair!" Wen Jin immediately stopped talking. She poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to Fu Jingheng. After a long time, she broke the jar and said, "Have a cup of tea. I recognize everything.
.I’m just trying to cut off your head. I’ve been writing letters to you over the years, betraying you. Don’t be angry. After a while, my head hurt again. Okay.”
"you!"
Fu Jingheng turned his eyes away and did not take the warm tea from her. Under such circumstances, she still cared about him. He could no longer tell whether she was real or fake. His relationship with her left him full of holes.
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Judge Zhang said softly: "Your Majesty, although the injury to Lord Jin's arm is not fatal, if no medicine is used, the recovery will be slower, but the use of medicine will affect the condition of the fetus."
"I'm aware of my injury. It's fine." Wen Jin said quickly, "No need for medicine. It doesn't matter. The child is important."
"Yes, Jiang Changlin is important! It doesn't matter if his arm is broken! Just to continue his incense!" Fu Jingheng casually threw the warm tea poured by Wen Jin to the ground, and the teacup shattered on the ground.
Wen Jin burst into tears and said, "Fu Changlin."
Fu Jingheng sneered, "Jiang Changlin! Wen Changlin! Maybe your landlord will also step in, Ling Changlin!"
"Yes!" Wen Jin's heart was as sharp as a knife, "I can do anything for you. Chang Lin has the surname of hundreds of families! Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhang Wang, Li Zhao, Jiang Wenling, the only one whose surname is not Fu!"
When Mo Gan saw this, he waved his hand and took Yuan Fan Zhang down. When he came out, he said, "Your Majesty is drunk again. He is heartbroken when Lord Jin is protecting the child."
Zhang Yuanjing was puzzled, "Ah, how can you still be jealous with your own child?"
"It's very complicated." Mo Gan waved his hand, "We have to start with the memorial day of the emperor's grandmother four months ago. You give me fifty taels, and I will take the time to explain it to you in detail."
Magistrate Zhang held his purse: "You gossiped first, why did you ask me for fifty taels? I'm not curious about your secret headquarters! Hey, royal unofficial history is really expensive."
Only Fu and Wen were left in the room.
Wen Jin looked at the broken teacups on the ground, she let out a faint breath, then squatted down to pick up the broken pieces of the teacup, and her scarred hand was cut by the teacup again.
Fu Jingheng saw that her finger was cut and the blood was so dazzling, he suddenly grabbed her slender wrist, pulled her close to him, and stared at her face that fascinated him.
"How long are you going to keep pretending to be pitiful in front of me? Darling, your handwritten letter has been found by me! There are dead people in Nanguo Town! Do you want me to continue to coax you like Liu Xiahui?"
Wen Jin was pulled by him on the arm with the sword wound, and the wound was affected. The pain was heartbreaking. She bit her lip and did not make a sound. She just stared at the angry Fu Jingheng with her big misty eyes. She didn't know his anger. When can it be resolved? She is really scared and has no sense of security. She is not as strong as she thinks and needs a warm harbor where she can act coquettishly and let out harmless little tempers.
Two tears fell silently, flowing over her cheeks and dripping on the back of his hands, and then more tears fell.
Fu Jingheng's heart felt as if it had been pinched hard, and there was a dull pain. He pursed his thin lips and said, "If you're not eloquent and love sophistry, why don't you speak?"
"I was just picking up crumbs from the tea bowl. Every time you dropped something, I would clean it up. I didn't pretend to be pitiful. Do I still need to pretend to be pitiful?"
Wen Jin choked up as he spoke.
"I'm used to tolerating your bad temper. But I... But I have always been just a child without a mother. How I wish you could tolerate me instead of throwing things in front of me... In the past few months, you Do you know how I lived alone in an empty room without going home... Do you know that I am afraid of the dark? Do you know what it feels like to be so scared that I huddled in the corner of the bed all night long and dared not close my eyes..."
Fu Jingheng slowly let go of Wen Jin's hand.
They were all quiet.
In the middle are the letters that tore apart the relationship between the two.
The suffering of the people made it impossible for Fu Jingheng to cross the gap to hug and comfort Wen Jin. He would have an uneasy conscience.
Wen Jin had to go to the Imperial College to deliver Yu Zhen Baoyin to study, so she suppressed the grievance in her heart and went to wash up. She could not delay the future of her younger brother and sister because of emotional matters. She needed to shoulder her responsibilities.
"Have you negotiated with Lao Xue about Yu Zhen Baoyin's study?" Fu Zai asked after being quiet for a long time, "Auntie's case..."
"Old Xue gave me a letter of recommendation, and we are going to report to the Imperial College. Mother's case has stalled, and Kang Ruili dare not blurt out. Thank you for asking me."
"Yeah." Fu Jingheng walked to the window, opened it and looked at the scenery of Daoqing Lake in the distance. He said no more. She had always tolerated him most. He was used to getting comfort from her and never knew how to be strong. She will also be vulnerable.
"You said you would make way for Miss Duanmu, when will I move out?" Wen Jin leaned on the edge of the table and finally asked.
"Now, please cleanse yourself and leave the house!" Fu Jingheng said mercilessly, "You are not allowed to take away even a piece of cloth! I don't spend every cent of my money to make a living."
Now.
Cleanse yourself and leave the house.
Really heartless.
There is no human touch.
Wen Jin felt like she was dead. After following him for more than ten years, she was finally kicked out of the house. She shouldn't have come back half a month ago. He was so gentle and said he missed her at that time, and she was confused. If she knew he would come back,
After being kicked out by him for a new love, how could she come back and embarrass herself so much? She would never come back even if she missed him again.
Wen Jin walked slowly to Fu Jingheng, held a small bronze medal in his hand, handed it to Fu Jingheng, raised his chin and stared at his handsome face.
"When you were young, you said that if you could be a good emperor who made decisions for the people, you wanted me to give you a medal. I engraved a medal. Since you don't like extravagance, I didn't choose gold or silver, but cheap bronze. Originally, I chose cheap bronze.
I planned to give it to you on your twenty-fifth birthday. I spent it with my military counselor sister on your birthday. I didn’t have the chance to give it to you. I’ll give it to you now.”
Fu Jingheng lowered his eyes and looked at the bronze medal lying quietly in Wen Jin's hand. The word "competent" was engraved on the front and the word "Ming Jun" was engraved on the back. The memories of his childhood flashed through his mind, and his eyes were sore.
-Jinmei, Jinmei, if I become a good emperor who loves the people, how will you reward me?-
-Brother Ahen, I will carve a medal for you with my own hands!-
"You're mocking me? People in Huainan are suffering at the moment and there are corpses everywhere. You show me this and say I'm qualified for my job?" Fu Jingheng swung the medal away from her hand. The medal fell to the ground with a muffled sound, "Mingjun?"
Wen Jin saw the medal she had engraved rolled down under the table and disappeared, and the bloody hole in her heart hurt so much.
At this moment, Duanmu Fu's voice sounded outside the door, "Your Majesty, I have written a 10,000-word blood letter to pray for the people. Do you have time to read it?"
Fu Jingheng paused when he heard the sound and was unhappy to be disturbed by outsiders. "Something happened. Wait outside!"
"Brother Ah Heng, I'm leaving. I wish you and Duanmu a happy marriage. Take care!" Wen Jin was surrounded by a sense of redundancy. She turned around again and left his life sadly, dejected and extremely depressed.
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He turned around for a moment and burst into tears.
She put her hand on the door handle to open the heavy wooden door.
"arts!"
Fu Jingheng suddenly called her urgently.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from behind. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and became more and more urgent. Then Fu Jingheng suddenly hugged her body tightly from behind.
He hugged her very tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his body, and his heartbeat beat heavily on her back, as if he was afraid of losing her.
She was confused.
Pressing against her ear, his usually cold voice trembled, "I...can't bear to part..."