Wen Jin tasted Duanmu Fu's aggressive tactics and knew that Duanmu Fu was trying to lure her into trouble so that she could get into trouble. She took a deep look at Duanmu's cheek and had the urge to hit her on the cheek, but she restrained herself in the end.
She suppressed her impulse. If she continued to fight, it would indeed cause trouble for Fu Jingheng again, make Imperial Master Duanmu dissatisfied, and she would be put in a more passive and helpless situation. She swallowed the bitter water tightly with her hands.
Duanmufu withdrew her face, and her maid was also very proud of her pearl, looking down on Wen Jin arrogantly.
"Don't worry, Miss Duanmu. I, a spy, will never be an eyesore in front of you again." Wen Jin slowly raised her arm, intending to take her sleeves out of Duanmu's hand, "He is used to drinking warm tea in the morning and sleeping in
I used to read a few times before, and I would sweat a little in the middle of the night, so I need to put a dry towel next to my pillow. Have a good time. I wish you the best."
Suddenly, her raised wrist was grabbed by someone, and her body was pulled away violently. Looking back, she saw Fu Jingheng who had come to her side at an unknown moment. He was staring at her with a frown and a complicated expression.
"Be respectful to her," Fu said coldly.
Wen Jin felt very uncomfortable. He protected Duanmu Fu. He had been so gentle when they were in love, but now he was extremely ruthless.
Duanmu Fu suddenly fell weakly into Fu Jingheng's arms, and said weakly and helplessly: "I saw Sister Wen's face was pale, so I wanted to help her, but for some reason, Sister Wen wanted to raise her hand... and hit me in the face. Jun
Come on, Fu'er... Fu'er is fine. Your Majesty, there is no need to punish Sister Wen."
"What your lover said is true." Wen Jin's wrist was painful from Fu's grip. Duanmu Fu nestled in his arms. The scene of him protecting Duanmu Fu was extremely dazzling. She faced his coldness without being humble or overbearing.
He said, "It was me who wanted to beat her out of nowhere. I am a spy and a traitor. Your Majesty, please convict her."
Fu Jingheng did not punish Wen Jin, nor did he reprimand Wen Jin. Instead, he loosened Wen Jin's wrist. There seemed to be a look of distress in his eyes, and he said warmly: "Let's go."
"Thank you for your unpunished kindness. I can't thank you enough. My... Lord." Wen Jin rubbed his sore wrist, lifted up his skirt, ran to the corridor in small steps, and turned around for a moment.
, with misty eyes, his life ended in loneliness.
Duanmu looked at Wenjin's figure running away gradually, a look of pride appeared in his eyes, ah, Wenjin looks like a down-and-out stray dog!
"I just said to show respect to her, I want you to show respect to Wen Jin!" Fu Jingheng said in an unhappy tone.
Duanmufu's face suddenly froze, "Jun... Your Majesty!"
"Don't have such a strong sense of crisis. She won't affect my acceptance of Duanmu's entrance."
Duanmu Fu smiled shyly. Although Your Majesty used the word "Na", as he has always taken wives and concubines, she was a little concerned about using the word "Na". However, your Majesty made a slip of the tongue, so you don't need to take it to heart. "Your Majesty also knows that people feel a sense of crisis."
It's important. Who made you so young and promising?"
Fu Jingheng stood with his hands behind his back, not hugging Duanmu Fu who was leaning on his chest, "Don't do anything that will disgrace Duanmu's reputation. I still have some expectations for Duanmu. Saint."
Duanmufu was shocked and left Fu Jingheng's chest. He noticed the emperor's obvious displeasure and panicked in his heart. The emperor was not protecting her just now, but protecting Wen Jin. He was worried that a real conflict would be detrimental to Wen Jin.
, why couldn't he once again ignore the advice of the officials and protect Wen Jin? She couldn't help but feel jealous.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Fu'er has realized that he was wrong. Just now Fu'er was a little dizzy because he cut his blood and wrote a letter of ten thousand words in blood, so he accidentally fell into your arms. Your Majesty, please don't blame me."
"I was not careful the second time." Fu Jingheng recalled the rainy night when Wen Jin took the trident out of the palace. Duanmu lost his footing and fell into his arms for the first time. Wen Jin left miserably both times. "Don't want a third time. If I need it, I will take the initiative to hug you. Women should respect themselves before marriage. I am doing it for your own good."
Duanmufu's back was covered with sweat due to fear. Why was the king so obsessed with Wen Jin that he was so distant from her? Just now she heard the ambiguous voices of the king and Wen Jin in the house. They were about to get engaged. They hugged each other. It's human nature, not to mention that he is the most powerful monarch in the world. His family reputation is much better than that of Wen Jin. Why don't he touch her? "Yes. Your Majesty."
"My tone must have been bad and I was rude to Miss Duanmu." Fu Jingheng accepted the 10,000-word blood letter, "As a saint of Guangli Kingdom, you abide by your duties, and I can see your dedication to the people. I am grateful. Old Mo, let the Ministry of Rites Arrangements are made to admire the cloth and satin, and I will accompany Duanmu (?) to the lake another day."
"It's your Majesty." Mo Gan nodded, almost reminding your Majesty that the girl's name is Duanmu Fu, your Majesty's memory.
Duanmufu became happy when he heard that your Majesty wanted to reward her with cloth and satin. He thought that your Majesty still had her in his heart. It must be for her reputation that he was reluctant to touch her before marriage. She was not like some people who had no matchmaker and no betrothal. Wen Moumou, who was privately committed to life, was so worthless. She said with red cheeks: "Your Majesty, I know that you have been busy with state affairs these days, but the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother are still waiting for my reply when I get back. Regarding the measurement of our wedding clothes. thing."
"I am busy with national affairs and cannot spare any time." Fu Jingheng said solemnly: "The Garment Bureau has my size. You can handle this matter yourself. I believe you can handle it well."
"Yes." Duanmu Fu was extremely disappointed, "By the way, Your Majesty, when will my daughter move into the dragon bed to serve you in your daily life?"
"In the next life." Fu Jingheng said in a deep voice.
Mo Gan sneered, Your Majesty is really serious...why don't you be so straightforward.
"Huh?" Duanmu Fu's face turned dark suddenly,...Next life? What does this mean?
Fu Jingheng gave her an ambiguous smile and said, "Can't you make a joke, saintess of Guangli Kingdom? Let's wait until the old Imperial Master handles things in Nanguo. We'll talk about it later. Good things come in hard times."
"Your Majesty, you really love to joke." Duanmu Fu immediately laughed again, and his appetite was whetted. "It's scary. I really thought I would spend the next life. Fu'er and my father will definitely do their best for you. Woolen cloth."
***
Wen Jin left the imperial study room and ran along Daoqing Lake, panting and sweating on his forehead.
The image of Fu Jingheng protecting Duanmu Fu against his chest and asking her to show respect to Duanmu Fang kept flashing in his mind.
There are several small boats on the Daoqing Lake, and on them the emperor's concubines are sitting in twos and threes, looking at lotus flowers across the lake.
On the palace road with red walls and green tiles, the palace servants carried a small sedan chair and carried Military Master Liu's sister into the palace.
-Now, please clean up and leave the house immediately-
-Never see you again for the rest of my life-
Wen Jin held her slightly swollen four-month pregnant belly, looking lonely like a useless ugly duckling on the palace road. When she was a child, she followed Fu Jingheng, taking care of his daily life and giving him comfort. When he had a private meeting with his advisers and the cold palace, She helped him cover and arranged carriages and horses to transport the advisers. She felt a sense of accomplishment at that time.
At this time, apart from being a political enemy and a political stain to smear him, she has no use whatsoever.
She is not as good as Miss Duanmu, who is a saint and has a prestigious national master father, and not as good as Xue Ning, who is favored by Xue Xiang and can contribute to him.
Everyone looked down upon her. Fu Jingheng was also disappointed in her. She suddenly felt that life was gloomy.
"Look, isn't that Sister Wen who was hidden in the dragon's bed by Your Majesty? Didn't Your Majesty praise in front of us that Sister Wen is good at handwriting and painting, and asked us to learn more from Sister Wen. Why is Sister Wen so good?
So embarrassed?"
"That's the old emperor. He has fallen out of favor."
"How pitiful. I hope I won't be kicked out of the palace by your Majesty in the future! I was kicked out of the palace just wearing the clothes I carry with me, and there is not even a maid by my side. It's so desolate."
The concubine on Daoqing Lake whispered.
Wen Jin's ears were roaring, his eyes were blurred, and he looked straight ahead, not daring to look at the graffiti on the mottled palace wall that was full of childhood memories. There were him and her on the graffiti, and he only had her on the graffiti.
My mother said that she would not suffer for the rest of her life and live well.
My mother said to Jin, live well.
Mom said Jin...
My mother was right, but she didn't say how to live well, nor did she say that feelings were so painful.
Mom said, brother and sister Jin are left to you.
Yes.
She still has younger brothers and sisters to support, and she has to live well.
Wen Jin swallowed the bitterness, wiped his tears with his sleeves, straightened his back and left the palace gate.
Fu Jingheng stepped onto the Yanque Terrace with his dragon boots, his eyes followed Wen Jin all the way out of Xuanwu Gate, and he stretched out his hand towards her retreating back.
The hibiscus outside Jinluan Palace has bloomed, and the flower grower has left.
"Send someone to protect her secretly." Fu Jingheng looked at the direction Wen Jin was leaving, lost his mind, "Even if she betrayed me, she is still my enlightened woman and has been better off. It is not easy for her to support a family by herself.