Chapter 2 Brother Hang, He... Doesn't Want Me Anymore
Everyone was shocked and your Majesty was angry!
Are you crazy about companion reading?
She actually retched in front of the king and the noble concubine. She thought she had too much head and wanted to die!
Wen Jin lowered her head in panic. Because she had knelt for a long time, her body could not bear it. In addition, she had no appetite after pregnancy and had a strong reaction to morning sickness. She finally couldn't help but let out a cry of morning sickness. In addition, after so many years, she was disgusted by the pretentious way her stepsister spoke.
accent...
Xue Ning's face turned purple with anger, she covered her face with a handkerchief in displeasure, and she was about to cry: "Please make the decision for me. Now even a low-level slave can ride on my head!"
I keep vomiting against my concubine! If there is no explanation today, how will I be able to gain a foothold in the harem in the future?"
Wen Jin's eyes were red, her eyes were lowered, and she knelt down quietly, respectfully lifting the sedan curtain with her hands. Her stomach was churning, and she felt like vomiting again...
Fu Jingheng's cold eyes fell on Wen Jin's red eyes displeasedly, and he closed his fingers.
Wen Jin shrank and stroked his stomach. He was angry because she had offended his concubine! He had never glared at her with such a stern look in the past. She suppressed the nausea and morning sickness and calmed down.
She slowly opened her eyes, not looking at him.
Today, she is kneeling down just to make him look good in front of others. Although she has a docile temperament, she is not a coward who will be exploited by others. She is just used to being wronged for him, and she really loves him deeply.
I can only say that I only see new people laughing and don’t hear old people crying.
The corner of her mouth trembled slightly, and the hand holding up the sedan curtain was sore and trembling. Your Majesty did not allow her, a slave, to lower her hand.
How will he make decisions for his noble concubine?
Will he kill her with her body?
Fu Jingheng looked away from Wen Jin's eyebrows, turned to Xue Ning, and smiled lovingly: "How do you want me to make decisions for you, my dear concubine?"
Xue Ning said angrily: "I want you to punish this bitch to kneel here all night! Let her remember it for a long time and never disobey her in front of the emperor in the future!"
Wen Jin tightened her grip on the sedan curtain, and her joints turned white. After kneeling all night, could she still save the child in her belly...
Fu Jingheng sneered, "Are you going to punish her by kneeling outside the gate of Yilan Palace and being an eyesore? I have a better way to fix her!"
Wen Jin's eyes were blurred. He had better ways to repair her. He disliked her being an eyesore. She couldn't cry, at least not now, in front of him and his bride.
Xue Ning was extremely proud and said happily: "How can your Majesty fix this bitch?"
Fu Jingheng brushed the long sleeves of his broad robe on Wen Jin's delicate body, and threw Wen Jin to the ground with the cold energy, "Get out of the slave's confinement, and don't appear in front of the imperial concubine forever, it's an eyesore!"
"Your Majesty, you really don't know how to show mercy to women." Xue Ning had a sweet smile on her lips hidden behind her sleeves. You bitch deserves it! Her mother said that neither the little bitch nor her mother are worthy of being married!
Only beauties like her and her mother deserve to be someone's first wife! Now that she is a noble concubine, she is only two steps away from her first wife.
There were snickers all around, everyone was watching Wen Jin's jokes. I have been with you for nearly twenty years, so what if I was a childhood sweetheart? They were abandoned like old shoes. How could you like a little companion who is just a novelty for a while?
Just curious!
Wen Jin fell to the ground, her palms scratched some flesh on the ground and started to bleed. It hurt so much that she squeezed her hands. When she raised her eyes again, the sedan chair was already empty. She must have carried her concubine into Yilan.
temple.
At the palace gate, only a corner of his robe billowing in the wind could be seen, showing an indescribable ruthlessness and indifference.
Concubine Xue's lustful laughter sounded in the courtyard.
Everyone entered Yilan Hall and circled around Concubine Xue and the big stage in her yard.
Wenjin was left lying alone on the ground.
The back of his hand felt hot, and Wen Jin's tears finally fell down and hit the back of his hand. He disliked her kneeling outside the door of Yilan Palace and was an eyesore. He hated seeing her. She shook her shoulders and choked: "Grandma, Brother Heng, let me get out of here."
, Brother Heng... doesn’t want me anymore.”
Grandma helped Wen Jin up from the ground, patted the dust off her body, and said comfortingly: "Stop crying, good boy. Grandma is here, and she will make the decision for you."
"Grandma, I'm fine..."
Returning to the Dragon Sleeping Room, Wen Jin sat quietly in the small window for a while.
The mother's hatred is Weixue, she cannot be depressed by the love between her children.
A few days ago, news came from Jiang Huaizhou, the minister of Dali Temple. There have been some clues about the case of her mother having an affair with her husband and taking poison and both died in love. She needs to go to Huainan to meet the insider. Wen Jin is less than seven years old.
Her mother left. That day she hid at the door and saw her mother's body naked and hugging a man on the bed. Xue Xiang was furious and stabbed her mother's body twice, and took away her and her siblings' surnames.
Since then, they have become bastards without surnames.
In my memory, my mother always sat meekly under the candlelight, sewing clothes for my father and their three brothers and sisters. She would also touch Wen Jin’s hair and say, girls should learn etiquette and be disciplined, and also read more books, and have good health.
Poetry and calligraphy are full of beauty. It is impossible for such a beautiful mother to have an affair with others.
Wen Jin vowed to find out who was behind the scenes and clear her mother's name as long as she lived!
Her father, Xue Xiang, is getting older and more confused. He dotes on his stepmother and step-sisters. Life for her younger brother and younger sister is getting harder and harder at her parents' home. Recently, there has been a lot of trouble in the house because of Yaomei's schooling. Her stepmother said, "What kind of books do bastards read?"
When I read a book, I just went to seduce men. If you have a mother, you will have a daughter.
The secret rivalry between Prince Wen, the adoptive father who gave her the surname, and Jun Shang is also raging, and now she is pregnant and abandoned by Jun Shang.
Many troubles made her think a thousand times at a time, and she couldn't help but sigh quietly, but a girl must be strong.
She looked around the bedroom. The pink curtains were her favorite.
Fu Jingheng liked dark colors. At that time, she sat on his lap and hugged his neck, pulling on his earlobes and talking to him about black, gray, dark blue, and lifeless colors. She wanted to decorate his bed in pink.
At that time, he just put the tip of his nose against hers and smiled with her, saying that it was fine as long as she liked it.
Wen Jin sighed and put his mind back together. People can't live in beautiful memories. Life is not just about love between men and women. Some people break up as soon as they walk away. We always need to face reality and we have to live our lives.
People can live a good life. The enemy who killed her mother has not been found, the bones are not cold, she died unjustly, and the younger brother and the younger sister also relied on her as the eldest sister to take care of her. She cannot fall down because of emotional frustration.
Wen Jin stood on a big chair, taking off the hooks on the pink curtains one by one, and then replaced them with thick light gray curtains.
Then she took off all the pink sheets and mattresses and replaced them with light gray ones.
She packed up her makeup box and the hairpins that she had left lying around on the desk in Fu Jingcheng's bedroom, and put her own clothes, shoes and socks into the bag.
She didn't touch the small pink objects that Fu Jingheng gave her as gifts before, such as jade Ruyi, pendants, and the pink sculpture of the little Nian beast with its teeth and claws dancing.
She cleaned up the traces of her life in the house, as if she had never lived here.
Wen Jin was tidying up in front, while grandma took out her belongings one by one from behind, "Girl Jin, you want to leave? Do you really want to go to the slave house? Brat, he was just temporarily deceived by the vixen next door. It must not be so.
He really wants to drive you away to be a slave! To him, you are not a slave! You are his life!"