Wen Jin had known Fu for seventeen years, and had been his woman for another seven years. Probably within the second or third month of giving her body to him, she gradually discovered that he had some quirks.
I have had no mother since I was a child, and I have developed a suspicious and insecure temperament. I can't live without my mother like a child. Every time I have a headache, I will bury her in her arms and hold her for a while to calm down, otherwise I will lose my temper.
Things, and finally gave up by burying them on her chest on the bed.
When they were not together at first, he actually restrained his true temperament, but after they were together, he had no boundaries towards her.
Wen Jin saw him being tortured by pain, and his sword-shaped eyebrows slanting into his temples were frowning together in discomfort. After all, he felt soft and couldn't bear it. He quickly nodded, turned away his bright red cheeks, remained silent, but agreed to him.
"Be good." Fu Jingheng impatiently laid her body down on the dragon bed, unbuttoned her clothes, and opened the belt on her chest. The picture he had just imagined in his mind now appeared in front of him.
He buried his head.
Wen Jin's breathing gradually became tighter, and she clenched her hands to prevent herself from crying out. He was so hard that it hurt her so much. His cold hands held his wrists, and his thin lips touched her skin intimately, with a hint of ambiguity.
Feeling the urge, she gently held his hair, patted his shoulders, and softly said some comforting words as she always did when he got sick.
"As long as the medicine takes effect, you'll be fine. Just hold on for a while...I'm here, I'm here..."
"Wen... my head hurts so much... I feel like I'm dead." He buried his head in her heart like an angry child, "Stay with me..."
"I know you have a headache, I am here, I have always been there, I am with you."
Fu Jingheng's fingers were intertwined with hers, like a lonely and hungry animal enjoying its prey. He gradually calmed down, with a hint of lust at the end of his eyes, and slowly laid on her heart to calm down, but his fine body was very tight.
After a few cups of tea, the medicine began to take effect, and he also gained psychological comfort from her soft body. Wen Jin saw that the veins on his forehead receded, and the fine sweat on his forehead ran along his delicate face.
The outline slid down, and he breathed a sigh of relief, presumably the headache had subsided.
The indifference returned to his eyes, and he let her go, abandoning her like a pair of worn-out shoes.
Wen Jin felt a sudden pain in her heart. She used it when needed and threw it away when no longer needed. She was really sad. She calmed down her ups and downs and asked softly: "Can I go to Huainan? Dali Temple found out about my mother's case."
It's really not easy, I don't want to miss the opportunity..."
“Where to go to Huainan?”
"Nanguo Town."
"Go with Hua Nan?" Fu Jingheng sat up coldly, completely different from the weak and helpless man who had just sought solace in her.
Wen Jin licked her lips bitterly.
"Yeah. Let's go catch the head with Hua." Wen Jin also sat up and tied up her belted shirt. The area was torn by his teeth and was severely swollen. It hurt terribly when the belt straps pressed on her. Her lips slightly moved.
whitish.
"When will you go home?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Don't stay out overnight. Come back before midnight." Fu Jingheng said coldly.
"Well..." Wen Jin looked at him puzzled.
"Lest grandma go home from Hanshan Nunnery at night and see that you haven't come back, grandma will be worried about your safety, so she will go to Yilan Hall to disturb my dreams, and use crutches to force me to pick you up! I don't have that time.
I...I am having a baby with Xue Jihua recently." Fu looked at her coldly.
Wen Jin felt sour. It turned out to be because she was afraid that grandma would disturb him. Her hands on her dress trembled. Chang Lin in her belly was so pitiful. "Yes. I will be back before midnight. No."
It will delay your ability to have a dragon heir..."
As Wen Jin said this, he felt blessed and walked out.
Fu Jingheng smiled slightly and said, "Jiang Huaizhou also went to Huainan, you know."
Wen Jin paused, "I don't know. Whether he goes to Huainan or not has nothing to do with me. I wish you a good night with Xue Ning tonight. I will come back at midnight and won't let grandma disturb you."
I won’t waste your precious pregnancy preparation time picking up a slave.”
After saying that, she stepped out of the house, turned around for a moment, tears fell like rain, but her back was straight. Apart from pretending to be strong, she seemed to be unable to do anything else. Staying in the Dragon Nest, besides not letting grandma worry, she
She knew very well in her heart that she couldn't bear to leave him. She was very nostalgic and extremely loyal to her old friend. A daughter would not obey her second husband. She recognized him in her bones and couldn't make the decision to leave. It was really humble...
After leaving the house, Wen Jin took shelter at the corner of the arcade and cried softly for a while. Thinking of her mother's unjust case, she still couldn't do anything about it.
Shou wiped his eyes.
Even if you are emotionally hurt, you must not let go of the burden on your shoulders. You must do what you need to do!
Wen Jin took a deep breath, calmed down his mind, and strode towards Xuanwu Gate to find Hua Nan.
When Fu Jingheng saw that she was leaving decisively without any sign of reluctance, as if he had had enough of being alone with him, and as if he was anxious to go out and meet people, he grabbed the teacup and threw it into the void. With a bang, the teacup
Falling on the thick and luxurious carpet, I have had enough of being alone with her, and I feel an inexplicable irritability in my heart.
He picked up "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" and turned to the part he read last time. He scanned a few pages and used the long and complicated words to calm his hot and tense body. He was really dependent on her body. Maybe he should find a replacement.
, it was not difficult to change to another woman. When the physical impulse subsided, he closed the books and moved to the study room.
Shen Zishu had been waiting outside the royal study for a while, feeling quite lonely. He was teasing the parrot in the golden cage under the eaves with a small jade stick, when he suddenly heard the parrot cry: "Long live my emperor."
Hearing the footsteps approaching from behind again, Shen Zishu placed the fine jade on the base of the cage. He turned around and saw the emperor walking on dragon boots in the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. He lifted up his clothes and walked down the imperial steps to greet him. He said with a smile: "Brother Guan
The look on his face seems to be that the couple's life is not harmonious, and there is a look of depression and dissatisfaction. At the risk of copying the nine tribes, I asked, could it be that the wife ran away with someone else? "
Shen is the son of Grandma's family, and is sworn brother to the emperor Zeng. Fu Jingheng regards Shen Ru as his dead brother, and secretly teases each other behind their backs. He can ascend the throne because his younger brother has contributed a lot.
Shen Zishu has guarded the safety of Guangli's water and land routes in recent years, saving the country from many foreign troubles, and was highly valued by Fu.
"Zishu, I encountered an unkind person and caused a lot of harm to Wen. Fortunately, I discovered it in time and almost suffered a fatal setback. Don't make fun of me. Come in, the Minister of Military and Aircraft Liu Yingfu is also waiting in the imperial study."
"Sister-in-law sent secret letters to the thief, is there any reason for this?" Shen Zishu asked as he walked.
"Brother, don't call her sister-in-law anymore. It's not like I haven't thought about her difficulties, but I can't understand why she could have sent 204 letters in 17 years, one letter every month, no matter how hard it is.
.Even though she was still injured when she was thirteen years old when she blocked the assassin's knife for me, she still delivered the message. Even though she was so seriously injured, she still sent the message to the other side. I should be as awake as I am. She is a betrayer.
Our mole."
Shen Zishu chuckled, "Brother, why don't you confront her? If she is really a traitor, just send her to reincarnation with one sword."