Fu Jingheng smiled coldly. Three months ago, the Military Aircraft Department visited the Regent's Palace at night and found hundreds of letters written by Wen Jin in the drawer of Wen's study. The letters reported in detail my daily life, food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Her exquisite work actually played him a considerate little woman here. Her acting skills were much better than Xue Ning's. Even he couldn't see the flaws. It was really hateful and "hypocritical."
Wen Jin licked her lips bitterly, lowered her head, and looked lonely. She was not hypocritical. When he was eight years old, he lacked thick clothes in a snowy day, and his body was frozen. He had a high fever, which caused the headache.
She was five years old at the time. She carried her bedding from the Prince Regent's Palace to the Cold Palace and wrapped it all around him to keep him warm. She also pretended to be sick and gave her adoptive father a lot of antipyretics secretly for him to take. She asked Brother Heng over and over again, are you still cold?
It wasn't cold, so she made him a velvet hat every winter, fearing that he would get a headache from the cold wind, so she followed him in everything, fearing that he would get angry and suffer from headaches.
She wasn't pretentious, she really felt sorry for him and cared about him.
"Yes, slave... just hypocritical." Wen Jin finally suppressed her grievances and complied with his wishes, hoping that he could calm down a little.
Seeing Wen Jin being suppressed by the king's words, Xue Ning couldn't help but feel ecstatic. "Bitch, just wait, I'll let you get out of the palace completely in a moment!"
"It was like making a scene in my dragon's sleeping quarters early in the morning. What's going on?"
Fu Jingheng closed the folding fan in his hand and asked in a rather lazy tone, without naming anyone, but he didn't know who he was asking.
Xue Ning immediately explained softly: "I was mindful of my grandma's illness, so I came to the dragon bed early in the morning to attend to my grandma's illness. Grandma is the king's wet nurse, and I regard her as my biological mother and respect her in my heart.
How did I know that when I came to Longshen, I didn't know how I offended Sister Wenjin. When I came up, my sister insulted me for being the concubine's second wife and doing small things for others. I was so frightened that I didn't dare to speak and hid aside like a quail.
I was trembling, but my sister kept insulting me for two cups of tea!"
After saying that, Xue Ning started crying, as if she had been greatly wronged.
After Wen Jin heard this, she felt extremely angry. She clenched her hands tightly. Before she could speak, she felt a chill on her chin, and a folding fan was placed on her small chin.
Wen Jin was startled, and with the slowly rising folding fan, she raised her face, and her gaze, neither humble nor overbearing, met Fu Jingheng's eyes as deep as a cold pool.
He looked at her brows with burning eyes.
It turned out that he used the folding fan to lift her chin, and they looked at each other in the gentle autumn wind.
Fu Jingheng leaned forward slightly, "I'm asking you, what's the matter with my dragon bed being like a noisy vegetable market early in the morning? I like to be quiet, have you forgotten?"
Wen Jin whispered: "I have not forgotten."
Fu Jingheng raised his thin lips wickedly, "That is deliberately provoking trouble. Now you have offended my noble concubine! How should I punish you?"
Xue Ning had a thought in her mind, Your Majesty, please be quiet. Today, she brought people and horses into the dragon bed to be unhappy with Wen Jin. If she is so noisy, will your Majesty be disgusted with her... No matter, she will throw dirty water on Wen Jin.
That’s right!
Wen Jin sighed quietly. He clearly saw the process clearly, but he rebuked her like this. He was obviously protecting Xue Ning and deliberately humiliating her. The truth was not important to him. It was only because he was no longer favored by him.
That one, she said matter-of-factly: "The slave... did not take the initiative to offend the imperial concubine. It was the imperial concubine who first insulted the slave, saying that he was a book boy with no reputation and no status. There are many slaves and maids in the courtyard of the dragon's dormitory. You will know the truth when you ask.
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A look of panic appeared on Xue Ning's face, "Your Majesty, don't listen to her nonsense. She must have bribed the servants and slaves to slander my reputation! I didn't slander her with a single word! I know that she is also a person of your side, and I sincerely
I consider her my sister."
Wen Jin looked at Fu Jingheng openly, without any hint of cowardice or guilt in his eyes. He was sitting upright, and she did not blame him.
Fu Jingheng looked into her clear eyes. In the past, her eyes could bring him peace of mind. After the fight in the court, when he returned to the Long Palace home and looked at her clean eyes, he would calm down as if he had returned to a warm harbor.
, but now he only feels ironic that he once thought that she was sincerely devoted to him, "Did Aifei Xue say something wrong?"
Wen Jin's heart twitched and he said uneasily: "Huh?"
Fu Jingheng smiled coldly, "You are neither my wife nor my concubine, and you are not even a maid in the connecting room. You are just a bed slave for my entertainment. Aren't you a nameless and unworthy scholar?"
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Wen Jin's eyes turned red, like a lump in her throat, and she almost shed tears. At the end of her eyes, she saw Xue Ning covering the smile at the corner of her mouth with her sleeves. Wen Jin finally lowered her head in loneliness. She has always been quite noble and has a strong character.
The man she loved with all her life said such humiliating words that she was just a bed slave. She blushed to the point of her neck with embarrassment. She finally lowered her head with red eyes.
"The imperial concubine is right. She is a slave... She has not clearly positioned herself. Now the slave knows what she is. She will remember it in the future. Wen Jin is just a nameless and statusless bed slave."
Her red eyes and aggrieved and sad expression fell into Fu Jingheng's eyes. He felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He coldly took back the folding fan and said, "Just remember!"
Xue Ning continued to add insult to injury, crying weakly and pitifully, "Your Majesty, something even worse happened later. My sister scolded me for a long time, and maybe she was relieved, so she wanted to go out of the palace. We are all harem girls, so we need to get out of the palace.
Your Majesty is the only one who agrees. My concubine advised her to report to your Majesty. She immediately said that her adoptive father was the regent, so why should she report to your Majesty? She clearly didn’t take your Majesty seriously! She was obviously treasonous.
Rebel!"
Fu Jingheng's eyes became darker and darker.
Wen Jin couldn't bear to be wronged by Xue Ning in this way, so she said to Fu Jingheng in a warm voice: "I reported it to you last night, and today I am going to Huainan with Hua Nan."
"Are you allowed to go?" Fu Jingheng's voice was unhappy.
Wen Jin's shoulders moved. He did not explicitly agree that she could leave the palace to Huainan last night, but he did not say that she could not go. In the past, when she wanted to go out, he would accompany her when he was free, and when he was not, he would ask Qingliu to follow. Then
There is no reason not to leave the palace. "You didn't give permission... but finally we got some clues about my mother's case."
"I haven't agreed, why don't you ask me again when I come back from the next court?" Fu Jingheng looked sternly, "Do you have me in your eyes?"
Wen Jin was choked.
Seeing that Jun Shang and Lord Jin had fallen out again, Mo Gan was extremely anxious. He thought, yes, Lord Jin should wait until Jun Shang goes to court to ask again. Maybe Long Live Lord wants to accompany her to Huainan.
!It just so happens that there are some people's livelihood and government affairs in Huainan. Today, you have to go to court earlier than usual. We guess that we deliberately went home early to go out with Master Jin.
Two tears welled up in Wen Jin's eyes, rolling back and forth in her big clear eyes, but stubbornly refusing to fall. She took a deep breath, and her tone was as gentle as before. He was miserable when he was young, and she was used to it.
She gave him her most gentle and docile side, "Don't be angry, I'm afraid the headache will get worse. I haven't considered it thoroughly. I should ask for your opinion again next time."