Wen Jin's tone was not good. It could be said that she had done something wrong and insulted the emperor in front of everyone. The emperor must have expected that she would not hesitate to take her own life, so he would have given her the gold medal to avoid death. Otherwise, nine lives would not be enough for her.
Right. After all, in the eyes of others, the emperor had already made noodles with his own hands, but she didn't appreciate it. She was really a girl who didn't know what was good or bad.
Everyone in the hall held their breath and secretly looked at the emperor's face, but they saw that the young emperor was not angry, but his eyes were filled with pity for Wen Jin. He had expelled Lao Wen from the capital at a young age to restrain the Western Zhou Dynasty.
, Daying made the Three Kingdoms unite, and the tyrant emperor who had a very deep city and left Duanmu, a century-old noble family, was quite good-tempered in front of Wen Jin.
Fu Jingheng had just touched Wen Jin's delicate wrist skin, his eyes and heart were warm, and it felt sweet to be scolded by her. As long as she was willing to talk to him, he looked stunned and took her thin wrist in his hand again.
She is the only woman in the world who is not entangled with him because of interests.
He said in a soft voice: "Good sister, I'm late. I heard that women always tell the truth. If I leave, there will be a hundred more sins, and there will be more charges of leaving my sister alone in the mourning hall. Take it seriously.
It’s not true, it’s not true if you leave, it’s wrong not to do it, and it’s wrong to do it too late.”
Wen Jin's eyes suddenly became sore. He would always comfort her sincerely after giving up on her and making her despair. She also knew that he was helpless, and if he also knew that she was really sad, "Either come in the next day.
Or don’t come. What does it mean to be disconnected now?”
"I mean to watch my grandma's funeral with you, as my grandson-in-law." Fu Jingheng couldn't hold her in his arms because there were so many people in the hall, so he just said, "I got off the prayer altar and changed my clothes and came here. Little face
Don't be so cruel. Let me see if your eyes are swollen. Do you really want me to check..."
Wen Jin stopped talking and didn't let him look at her. She prevented herself from falling under his gentle and heartfelt words. She didn't want to continue to be influenced by his emotions. She wanted to listen to her mother-in-law, have self-respect and self-love, and find an ordinary person.
Marry a good man and have a safe haven.
Mr. Xue tried to smooth things over, "The child has a deep relationship with her grandma. She grew up under her knees when she was a child. When the old man left, she was in a low mood. In addition, her second mother-in-law and step-sister were making noise in the hall without restraint. She
I am even more dissatisfied, so I contradict you with words. Your Majesty, please don’t blame me.”
"It's okay." Fu Jingheng was not angry at all. He replied calmly to Xue Xiang, then turned his eyes to Xue Qian and Jiang Huaizhou who were waiting next to him, and kicked his love rival out: "You guys are also waiting outside."
After Fu Jingheng experienced Jiangnan being assassinated by Chiang Kai-shek and Chiang Kai-shek collaborating with Xi Gong to arrange a coup that humiliated him, he had murderous intentions towards Jiang. No one could stop this murderous intention. But he did not immediately touch Jiang Qing.
Things only lasted three times, and he was used to giving those close to him three chances. Secondly, Wen Jin had just lost his grandmother, and then lost his sworn brother Jiang Huaizhou. I'm afraid the little thing couldn't bear it. Especially since he was the one to remove Jiang Huaizhou, he didn't want to continue to intensify the relationship between Wen Jin and Wen Jin.
The conflict, at least not at the moment.
Xue Qian and Jiang Qing clasped their hands on their foreheads and bowed out of the hall. In their hearts, they were angry at the man but dared not speak. The man was not very good-tempered, and he was not giving face to anyone. Jiang Qing looked at
Looking at Junshang, who they had grown up with since childhood, he always had the hatred of seizing his wife. On the seventh day of March, Junshang took possession of his wife-to-be. This hatred was irreconcilable.
Fu Jingheng placed a bowl of noodles and fish in front of the old man's soul, and then lit the incense. He knelt down next to Wen Jin and said in a deep voice: "Grandma, I'm here to see you. The flooding in Guangdong and Guangxi has been going on for a long time, and I can't get away."
Come early. It’s a pity that I didn’t see you for the last time.”
After saying that, he leaned towards Wen Jin. This was done inadvertently. Wen Jin didn't take precautions. He suddenly raised his neck to look at her face. As soon as he saw her thin but beautiful face, Fu Li immediately couldn't move away.
When he lost his sight, his heart started to pound, and he said hoarsely: "Jin..."
Wen Jin felt uncomfortable under his deep and intense gaze, so she turned her cheek away.
"Did you purchase the mourning hall yourself?" Fu Jingheng asked her about the details.
"Brother Huaizhou, Brother Xue, my younger brother, my sister, our servants, Uncle Wang from the Ministry of War next door, Uncle Wang's distant cousin, Zhang Tingxi, Lao Mo, and the Shih Tzu puppy all helped." Wen Wen
Jin slowly counted the people who helped her. She counted quite a few people, but it was a pity that Fu Jingheng's name was not there.
"You were very angry after counting a bunch of names, but my name was not included, right?" Fu looked at her tired cheeks and said warmly: "Tell daddy and mommy to rest for a while. I will accompany you to watch over grandma for the next few days.
I will not be absent, I will always be by your side. When the old man is buried tomorrow, I will personally carry the coffin, okay?"
Wen Jin lowered his head, his eyes blurred, "You can make up your own mind. It doesn't matter to me. I don't want to be alone with you. I want my mother-in-law to be by my side."
"Oh, don't be alone with me." Fu Jingheng felt a little anxious in his heart, "Don't take me thousands of miles away like this. By the way, I brought my own calligraphy and paintings to my aunt. I painted the waterside pavilion in the old garden two years ago. You can call me
I am going to give it to my aunt now. Then, I will make my relationship with you public and no longer hide it, okay?"
"Your Majesty, it depends on your mood. If you want to expose it, it's you, if you want to hide it, it's you."
There was a sharp pain in Wen Jin's breath. She had begged him many times to let him reveal his relationship with her and admit that she was his woman. Now that he was willing to admit it, she felt that there was no joy anymore because she had overcome it the day before yesterday.
Overcoming the difficulties, I confessed everything to my mother, and it seemed that it was not as scary as I imagined.
Although her mother-in-law criticized her, she was still kind to her, and made suggestions for her, and proposed a good lifestyle for her, which was much better than her own way of going to the dark side.
Fu Jingheng felt particularly uncomfortable when he saw that Wen Jin had no expectations for him. He took the calligraphy and painting from Lao Mo, handed it to Su Yuyan's hand, unfolded it, and introduced: "When she turns twenty, I will give it to her."
It's a painting. Let's see if the painting is realistic. She said that she likes calligraphy and painting. My calligraphy treasure is the only one in the world. I hope you will accept it."
Su Yuyan looked at Wen Jin's portrait carefully, "You also painted the inconspicuous little birthmark on her eyebrows. But it's very lifelike and like a real person. Maybe she could have painted like this when her wrist wasn't broken.
Well, she also likes to draw and write. She has learned a lot from you as a reading companion over the years. She is smart and smart, and maybe with time, she can also develop good calligraphy with her left hand."
Su Yuyan's words were gentle and sincere, but she did not hide her sword in her clothes. Although she was grateful to the emperor for saving her, her daughter's experience made her resentful towards the imperial family. She only hoped that her daughter would stay far away from the emperor. The palace walls were deep and her daughter hoped