"Okay." Fu Jingheng stood in front of the bronze mirror, wiping the wheat-colored texture on the fine dragon body with a white bath towel, "Come here and help me with my hair."
"Yes." Wen Jin stepped over, picked up the wooden comb, gently combed his hair, and tied it into a bun on the top of his neck, "Brother Ahen, I know that you belong to the world, not to me alone.
Then can I be the only woman who ties up your hair?"
"Okay." Fu Jingheng looked at her beautiful face, "I just won't let the other women help me with my hair. If you are not here, I will do it myself."
"Yeah." Wen Jin thought for a moment and then said, "It's okay for Lao Mo to come."
"I'd better do it myself, lest some people imagine that I can even get involved with a nine-thousand-year-old eunuch." Fu Jingheng smiled warmly, "I'm really afraid of you."
Wen Jin also smiled, "You've made me suspicious."
They stared deeply at each other for a moment.
The hibiscus blooms on the shore of Daoqing Lake, creating waves of cold fragrance in the winter. The years are peaceful for a moment.
At this moment, they only have each other, as they did when they were children.
"Please help me choose clothes. It's jade white, the same color as the one on you. I feel uncomfortable. It's the first time I wear clothes of the same color as a girl and go out together. But we don't want to have the same hands and feet.
." Fu Jingheng was a little cautious.
Wen Jin looked at him deeply for a long time, secretly touched the drug under his sleeve, and said softly: "Well, I will help you choose."
As he said that, he started looking for the jade-white uniform she had made for him in late autumn in the closet. He couldn't help but explain: "Your belts are all in the third compartment of the closet. The coat hangs in the middle of the closet, and the middle coat is on the left.
It's a big grid, with underwear stacked in the bottom grid. Commonly used headache medicine is in the first drawer at the corner of the closet."
"I can't remember even if I tell you." Fu Jingheng didn't worry, so he casually put the bath towel on the back of the chair, "Miss, you don't have to say anything."
"Yes. There are servants, so you don't need to remember it yourself." Wen Jin picked out a set of clothes, then helped Fu Jingheng add clothes to his body, fastened the collar buttons for him, and explained some trivial matters of life, "Don't kick the quilt at night.
Remember to put a sweat towel next to your pillow. Socialize more and drink less. If you really can't avoid drinking, drink and induce vomiting. Your health is important."
"What are you talking about without any idea? Which servant am I talking to?" Fu Jingheng put on his clothes and listened to her explanation of the funeral affairs. He became irritated, "Don't explain, you won't obey a single thing. You have to
Supervise me at all times, otherwise I will drink wine as water and take painkillers with wine. Next year, grass will grow on my grave today."
"Yeah." Wen Jin lowered his eyes, unable to see things clearly, "Don't be like this."
Fu Jingheng hugged Wen Jin from behind and looked at the two figures in the bronze mirror. The jade white clothes were embroidered with light gray patterns. They were particularly elegant and beautiful, just like a pair of people. He couldn't help but said: "I still think you don't wear clothes."
Better looking."
The tips of Wen Jin's ears turned red, "Let's go. Go to the theater."
Fu Jingheng chose the most inconspicuous carriage. Probably the broken carriage that Liu Hu's family had used for eight years was more elegant than Fu Jingheng's carriage. Fu Zhen cherished his life to the extreme. He was not showy at all. He was of noble origin, but his style was
Extremely low-key and simple.
He kept his word and held her in his arms all the way. He was a ruthless person, but he and she were so inseparable that they were inseparable. He couldn't control himself along the way. She didn't often act like this, as if there was no tomorrow.
, in the carriage, she was entangled with his lips and teeth without much self-love. The more entangled, the more desperate she became.
Secretly instructing the imperial guards to follow the carriage, the carriage arrived at the old theater on Huangmen Street, which was called Huangmenmen. The imperial guards inspected and found nothing unusual.
Fu Jingheng went to buy theater tickets and bought Wenjin a candy man from a hawker stall next to the theater. Wenjin forced him to eat a candy man too, so he uncomfortably bought himself a candy man and took it.
The sugar-wearing man is really like a child who has lost his mind and has no master. He has to stand up with his hands and feet, and his handsome face is also a little dizzy.
The emperor looked so cute eating the candy man, which made Wen Jin laugh, and his eyes turned red when he smiled.
Then Fu Jingheng held her hand in a dignified manner and lined up to enter the theater. When someone jumped in line, he was not annoyed and let several people jump in. It seemed that he particularly enjoyed the process of queuing up to watch the theater with her. He would wait in line longer and get better.
satisfied.
They sit in the last row.
It was night and the theater was dark, except for the lanterns on the big stage that were brightly lit.
The seats in front were almost full, and there were many young couples whispering among them.
The famous actors in the capital were invited by Fu Jingheng to the palace to sing for Wen Jin. The remaining few famous actors in the theater were singing Farewell My Concubine.
Before Yu Ji wiped her neck, she sang: I advise the king to stop being depressed and relax, the concubine is gone.
Before Xiang Yu committed suicide in the Wujiang River, he sang: After ten years of loving each other, we have been dependent on each other, and we will soon be separated when we see each other.
Wen Jin couldn't help but burst into tears when she touched the scene. She leaned on King Fu's shoulder, took his hand and put it on her belly. He had always wanted to feel the fetal movement, and she also hoped that he could feel it once, even just once.
Fu Jingheng put his hand on her shoulder and rested the other hand on her abdomen for a long time. The child still didn't move. "You often say that he is restless. I am unlucky. He must not have forgiven me for calling him a bastard and being afraid of me."
, don’t want to get close to me.”
"Brother Ahen, you have been so kind to me for more than a month. Every day when you have time, you accompany me for a walk and go to the lake. You also give me a parrot that can apologize and a bright night pearl. I have not been so happy for a long time.
Now." Wen Jin leaned her cheek against his shoulder, was quiet for a while, and murmured the actor's words, "I advise the king to stop being depressed and relax, the concubine is gone."
Fu Jingheng lowered his eyes and stared at her. Instead of joking with her and following Xiang Yu's words, "Ten years of loving each other, we have been dependent on each other until we see each other, and we are about to be separated." Wen Jin held his hands on his collar and pulled his
He pulled his head closer to her and said softly: "Your Majesty..."
Fu Jingheng saw her seductive lips right in front of him. His Adam's apple slid slightly and he confirmed with her in a low voice: "Here? There are many people..."
"We are in the last row..." Wen Jin invited him.
Fu Jingheng's lower abdomen was restless, and his heart tightened suddenly, so he lowered his head and kissed her in the dark theater.
Wen Jin responded to him enthusiastically, hooking the tip of his tongue out for the first time and kissing him deeply.
"Be good and come home... Don't make me look embarrassed here. I'm not used to being outside..." Fu Jingheng's breathing became more rapid, and he habitually kissed the small mole behind her ear and traced it with the tip of his tongue.
Just as he was about to end this untimely and thrilling kiss, he suddenly felt a little dizzy and his consciousness quickly became unclear. He looked at Wen Jin in surprise and realized that she had applied drug on the mole behind her ear. She was using him
He was drugged by his habit, "Wen, you drugged me, you... want to leave me..."
Before he finished speaking, he lost consciousness.
After Wen Jin waited for him to lose consciousness, he helped his body up, then leaned on his shoulder to finish the play. After Yu Ji wiped his neck on the stage, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, committed suicide in Wujiang River. His former lover broke up and the play came to an abrupt end.
And stop.
When the performance ended, Wen Jin followed the people leaving the theater and mixed with the crowd. When she was going down the stairs, she suddenly felt a severe pain in her lower abdomen, fearing that she was about to give birth prematurely.
As the crowd walked to the entrance of Huangmen Street in the night, the carriage arranged by the Empress Dowager was parked there quietly. From inside the carriage, Aunt Gui opened the curtain, and Wen Jin climbed up the wooden ladder and sat down.
Come down.
-I love you, Su Wenjin-
The oath made by the emperor at Yanque Terrace.
As if going crazy, Wen Jin suddenly put her hands on the carriage door and rushed back to the theater, desperate to return to Fu Jingheng's side.
Aunt Gui held her arm and said, "Don't forget what you promised to the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother. Love yourself and leave Junshang. Your background in a brothel will bring shame on Junshang's face! And the baby in your belly
A child with a disability will only bring shame to the entire royal family! Aren’t you forced to get married, and why do people want you? Is it fun to rush to get married? "
After Wen Jin heard this, he slowly sat down again.
My mother seemed to be saying in her ears, Jin, you won’t suffer all your life, live well!