Wen Jin looked back at Si Jin who was sleeping soundly on the bed. When Mrs. Liu saw her coming back, she went to the small attic on the second floor to rest. Wen Jin didn't expect Fu Jingheng to come to Liu's house, so she impulsively let him in. At that time, she only missed him.
In my heart, I hoped to stay with him for a while, but I didn't think too much about what I would do if he really came.
Now that he is really here, she feels that it is not good for Mrs. Liu to see him. Mainly, Mrs. Liu is a servant arranged by Jiang. If Jiang knows that she has a secret meeting with the emperor, he will be sad.
Fu Jingheng knew better than her what she was thinking. They both had people and were not single. He was fine. He didn't need to explain anything to those in the backyard. She was different. She was alone with a child and receiving different men would have a bad impact. "You haven't thought about it next time."
Don’t let a man stay without thinking about it.”
Wen Jin hung her hair behind her ears, making nervous little movements.
Fu Jingheng looked at her patiently, and her inadvertent movements were extremely gentle. "Let me see how difficult it is. I hope you can decide before Xiao Jiang comes to check the post at dawn. You can run half the capital to find me first, and you can hug me first."
Get me! I will expose you."
Wen Jin's palms were a little sweaty, and she was a little embarrassed by his teasing, so she let go of the door panel and said harshly: "I'll keep you after thinking about it. I really want to cook for you. After all, you are being pestered by your ministers.
The next day, you were criticized by your mother again, all because of me."
Fu Jingheng came in through the half-open door, and the space inside was cramped. His arrival made the space seem even narrower than the typical old house in the old city.
"Sit down. I'll cook some dumplings for you. Sister Ruili made dumplings during the day. The taste is not as good as the imperial chef, but it's okay." Wen Jin explained, and he remained silent, so she went to cook the dumplings and brought them over.
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After Fu Jingheng ate half of his meal, he stopped using his chopsticks. He probably didn't like it, so he rinsed his mouth with tea. His eyes were attracted by several volumes of Sanskrit classics on the desk. There was a translation next to it. She wrote these notes very clearly. He took it
He got up and took a look, "Translated for Taifu Su?"
"Um."
"Very carefully."
"Yes." Wen Jin smiled warmly, "Since I agreed to translate Sanskrit classics, I must do my best. I hope Taifu Su will be satisfied."
"I'm tired of you. I insist on perfection every stroke. I only made one mistake on the paper on the floor and then rewrote it."
"I don't want to be so tired. I have no choice but to prove myself. The saint was born with a good reputation and is loved by the world. I was born without a good reputation and was reviled by others. I have to work harder to do it." Wen Jin couldn't help but mention it again.
His woman cannot change this habit, but fortunately he is not annoyed, "Taifu Su said that the Imperial College is short of foreign language teachers. I have recommended myself to take trial classes, hoping to inherit Taifu Su's mantle and make great achievements all over the world."
"Either you work as a restaurant, or you work as a teacher. If you need money, it would be easier to contact me directly. It takes a lot of effort."
"I can do it myself. I'm not short of money. I open a restaurant to make a living. I teach to learn and be useful. I want to have a lot of money and be a useful person."
Fu Jingheng looked at her intently and said nothing. When the two met, they both thought she was a nerd and both laughed.
Fu Jingheng walked to the bed and sat down, looking at Si Jin's sleeping face. He saw warm water in the basin, so he used the warm water to wash his hands, and then touched the little guy's face. The tender touch made him feel
His heart also softened. The first child felt very different and he cherished it very much. He touched the little guy's left knee again, his eyes filled with distress. This was the lesion that Fu Chang had arranged to make after the kick by the man named Biaozi.
He remembered it very clearly, and there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.
Wen Jin was afraid that he would dislike him, so she immediately said: "Si Jin is very active and lively. His little hands and feet are always moving. He doesn't move until he falls asleep now."
"Don't be nervous. It's distressing and self-blame, not disgust. It's not in bed. It's not good to be too sensitive." Fu Jingheng said softly: "I've asked the Imperial Guard to protect me here. From tomorrow on, Yuan Zhang will come over to take care of the child's left knee.
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Seeing how gentle he was towards the child, Wen Jin felt a little moved.
"I just praised your saintly daughter for her good birth, why didn't you say anything?" Wen Jin started to make trouble, "Afraid I mention the child in her belly?"
Fu Jingheng still said nothing.
"I have someone here to take care of the children during the day. Zhang Yuan decided to take care of Duanmu. Or take care of Song Ning. I heard that you promoted Song Ning to become the imperial concubine." Wen Jin was strange tonight, she didn't know
What happened to her? Seeing him calm and staying away from her made her feel aggrieved.
Jiang Qing gave her all his love, but here she was jealous of Duanmufu and the others, disdainful of being a concubine, and doing concubine things at the same time.
She clearly knew that he promoted Xue Ning to the position in order to appease General Lou, who had been humiliated by him. While she understood that it was not easy for him, she couldn't help feeling sour at the same time.
Fu Jingheng still looked at the child carefully and didn't know what to say. She was the one who followed him home without being a concubine. She was the one who got into a temper and accused him of being irresponsible. He couldn't give her the name of his wife at the moment, so he simply didn't say anything.
Wen Jin also had a boring feeling about being forced to marry. No matter how much she provoked him, he knew better what could be given to her and what couldn't be given to her. She felt that she couldn't hold him down, so she simply stretched out her left hand to block his eyes, "No
Show it. Go back and see the saint's child. My child is not good-looking."
Fu Jingheng's eyes sank, and he suddenly clamped Wenjin's waist and laid her down on the bed. Wenjin didn't expect that he would suddenly clamp her down, and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
The aroma of wine suddenly fell on her lips.
"I've learned a lot from you. You have three things to do. While you're collecting Mother Chiang's jade bracelet, you're hooking up with Nangong, my foreign aid who I've been fawning over for three months, and you're stimulating me. You have to be satisfied if I get angry and react violently every day. Again.
He refused to follow me and teased me again."
Wen Jin breathed heavily, looking at his thin lips so close, her heart started to beat wildly. At this time, Lao Mo outside said something was coming from the palace. Duanmu suffered from cold at night and had abdominal pain. His mother, the Empress Dowager, asked him to go back to accompany Duanmu. Fu Jingheng was planning to
After releasing Wen Jin's waist, Wen Jin first hooked his neck and said, "You are not allowed to go back. Just take a step out and we will not contact you again."
Wen Jin already wished he could bite off his tongue. What position and identity do not allow him to go back? If you don't contact him again, oh, who are you trying to scare?
"Yes. I won't go back." Fu Jingheng moved his arm and told Lao Mo to ask the hospital to take better care of him.
Wen Jin was startled, how could he really be frightened, and then said: "The imperial doctor is not allowed to take care of her."
"Little jealous woman." Fu Jingheng did not follow her this time and asked Lao Mo to go back and ask the imperial doctor to take care of Duanmu.
The corners of Wen Jin's eyes were red and she wanted to push him away, but Fu Jingheng kissed her fiercely. Wen Jin struggled a few times and was kissed more violently. He drank wine, and she also went back to the place where the two of them first met in Leng Gong because of him.
Being aroused with strong emotions and missing him so much, the two of them lost control of themselves. Even though they knew there was no result, they still kissed each other uncontrollably.
He was afraid of waking up Si Jin, so he casually dropped her soft bun and pushed her to the ground to make out with her. The conditions of the house were limited, and it was extremely cold after he took off his clothes. His body was boiling hot, and she couldn't help but get closer to him.
"Let me cum in. Otherwise, I'll leave you in the middle and I'll go back." Fu Jingheng pinched her waist and said in a half hoarse voice, "I'm not as insulting as you. I'm going to be crippled by you. Give me some confidence."