Wen Jin finished sewing the obscene clothes made for Fu Jingheng and cut the threads from the bottom with scissors. There was a dull pain where the needle pricked the fingertips.
The candlelight was bright and the palace lanterns were flickering. She was wearing a plain-colored middle coat, no makeup, and she was very clean.
Fu Jingheng could look at her like this for a long time. He had seen countless women, but her appearance alone always made him fascinated. It was better to go past her and hide her beauty in a deep boudoir. She only belonged to him.
Lao Mo said softly, "Sir, sympathy and pity are also emotions. Men should not be too demanding...otherwise you kneel down and beg Master Jin not to leave..."
Fu Jingheng looked at Lao Mo and said, "What do you know?"
"You know, my wife has run away several times..." Lao Mo muttered in a low voice, but his master did not hear what he said clearly.
In late summer and early autumn, the wind blew against the small window and blew open the rosewood window sash.
Chang Lin fell asleep. The night breeze was cool, so Wen Jin got up and closed the window.
Sister Zhao saw the emperor standing quietly by the door. It was so boring to think about him. She didn't make a sound for an unknown amount of time after he came. She knew that he came to find his wife at night to settle down, so she took the sleeping Fu Changlin to the baby room next door. She passed by
When he was there, he lowered his hand and touched the child's face. He liked children so much and hoped to have many children around his knees, where old and young could gather together to know what they lacked when they were young and what they wanted when they grew up.
When Wen Jin touched the edge of the small window, she heard steady footsteps stopping behind her. She knew who those steps were, it was the King. A slightly cold hand held hers, and she went to close the window. She looked back.
Falling into those deep amber eyes, their eyes were entangled, and they couldn't separate themselves for a moment.
"It's autumn. It's cool. You're wearing thin clothes." Fu said softly.
"Well, I don't feel cold, just a little chilly." Wen Jin saw that he was still wearing summer clothes, "You also need to put on more clothes in time. Didn't she remind you?"
"I didn't pay attention." Fu Jingheng pursed his lips, "Maybe she reminded me."
They haven't seen each other for two days. They said they have been fine for the past three days. It is true that they have been fine. They are doing well.
"Why are you here?" Wen Jin choked slightly.
"Before we go to war, I came to see you." Fu Jingheng stared at her deeply.
Wen Jin remembered that when he was young, Wen Guang made things difficult for him and sent him to fight in the southern wilderness. He was with her the night before the expedition. The next day when he left, she gave him a peace charm and sent him twenty miles outside the city. After that, he stayed at the palace gate every day.
I waited for him to come home, and finally waited for him for two years.
"Sit down. I'll make you some tea." Wen Jin put the finished clothes on the table.
Fu Jingheng looked at the half-read book on the desk, "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", an ancient book from the pre-Qin Dynasty, a ridiculous book. There were many strange beasts recorded in the book. The page he was opening was introducing the bird. The book said that the bird has one eye and one wing, and the male and female must be together.
Wing flying was later often used to describe a loving couple or inseparable friends.
Wen Jin brought tea over, and Fu Jingheng grabbed her wrist and brought her closer to him, "Who are we a pair of birds with? Can't wait to leave?"
Wen Jin almost spilled the tea in her hand, she said softly: "Chang Lin likes to see mythical beasts, so I happened to turn to this page today."
Fu Jingheng slowly brought his thin lips close to hers. During the past two days, when he was interacting with Meng Wan, he always had Wen Jin's beautiful body in his mind, as well as the scene of him playing with her on the dragon bed. He was so distracted that he failed to hear clearly what Meng Wan was saying.
What she said was that she was thinking of Su Wenjin and was in a good mood knowing that she was listening to the opera in the middle palace and listening to the cheerful drama.
Wen Jin quickly lowered her eyes, no longer making eye contact with him, and avoided eye contact before her skin came into contact. He had been idle for a few days, and she could tell what he needed from his eyes.
Fu Jingheng licked his slightly dry lips, took the tea, took a sip, and swallowed. Her breath breathed into his nose and it smelled very comfortable. His anxiety in the past two days had calmed down a little. He put the tea cup on the table.
He whispered to her: "Tomorrow morning, I will personally go to Lishan to 'seek peace'. She will accompany me to take care of my daily life. Wu Xin and several close friends will see her accompanying me, and the official grudges will disappear a little. Your pressure will also be reduced."
It will be smaller. Those high-ranking officials will not stare at you and women who have passed will not be feared."
"Well, you need a tea and water person to take care of you." Wen Jin said softly. He didn't say his name. Wen Jin also knew this. She meant the upstart Meng Wan.
Wen Jin pointed to the obscene clothes on the table, "I made you a lingerie. I made four or five belly wraps for Chang Lin. This is the last thing I can do for a couple. There is too little time and there is no time."
Do more. Meng Wan's front is also doing well, she will make clothes for you in the future."
"Yeah." He agreed.
Wen Jin's heart ached when he heard him say yes, "I'm just telling you, the front office is busy, so keep an eye on Chang Lin, take good care of him, and ask him and Ah Da No. 2 to accompany you."
Fu Jingheng said softly: "I know. It's too late for her to flatter Chang Lin, and she doesn't have the courage to harm Chang Lin."
Wen Jin nodded, then turned around and went to the closet to tidy up, folding clothes, hanging clothes, folding them, taking them out, folding them again, folding them, taking them out and hanging them up again.
Auntie said, live on.
Grandma said, Grandma is just taking a nap, you are not allowed to cry.
Wen Jin didn't cry, her heart was so tight that she almost couldn't breathe. There seemed to be a bloody hole in her heart. She really wanted to have a stable home. She was twenty-four years old, where would her future be.
Fu Jingheng looked at her indifferent back and resisted not holding her in his arms. He was also worried about hearing her say that she imagined him as Huaizhou brother again, which was extremely humiliating. He was reluctant to force her to do so. That matter was still
The mutual desire is beautiful, and he does not need forced expression of lust. He has no shortage of women for his entertainment. "If I can come back from Lishan alive, I will send you away myself. If I can't come back, I will ask Qingliu to send you away. I will accompany you."
Only one of Wenguang can survive. Bring more banknotes and these, I have packed them all. No matter how far you go, you will have plenty of things to use on the way."
"Come back alive and see me off," Wen Jin said.
Fu Jingheng's heart moved.
"If you don't come back, no one will dare to let your queen go away." Wen Jin added.
"It turns out it was because of this. It wasn't because you wanted me to come back alive. It was because you wanted me to come back alive that you were able to leave the palace smoothly."
"Yeah." Wen Jin nodded, "Besides, I have my own money."
"You have been with me for so many years. I should give you all the money I should spend for you." Fu Jingheng walked to the closet, leaned over to look at her face, and whispered: "I think... let's spend today
It's late... I'll try on the new clothes you made and show it to you... Let's have a good reunion on the last night."
Wen Jin declined in a gentle voice, "I feel uncomfortable in my stomach. I ate the wrong thing. I feel nauseated and don't want to move."
"You don't need to move."
Wen Jin turned red and covered her ears.
Fu Jingheng stopped talking, knowing that she was avoiding favor and keeping a distance from him. She was afraid that she was protecting herself for Jiang and would not be willing to get close to him after learning about the fruit candy. "Ask Zhang Tingxin to check her pulse? What should I eat for dinner at night?"
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"I haven't eaten. I'm not hungry. There's no need to recruit an army to teach the imperial doctor."
"On an empty stomach, who has a stomachache if you don't have a stomachache? I thought you were pregnant." Fu Jingheng quickly ordered, "Old Mo, give me some food."
Lao Mo was listening to Qiang Gen outside, and he was also worried about whether the Lord could stay the night. When he was suddenly called, he was startled, "Yes..."
He quickly asked someone to prepare stomach-nurturing millet porridge, goose meat, mushrooms and other stomach-warming dishes and brought them to him.
Wen Jin smelled the goose meat and her stomach was full, but she didn't taste it, so she used some millet porridge and fresh mushrooms. He forced her to use more, saying she was too thin, and said it would be better at least 110 pounds. She said, "I really have no appetite."
.No."
Then the two of them froze, he sat there with his long legs crossed, and she sat next to him holding her pink cheeks. They read the Classic of Mountains and Seas together, from Birds of a Feather to Tiger Prawns, from Tiger Prawns to Taotie, from
Taotie turned to the six-headed dragon, but he could study hundreds of ancient strange beasts.
Fu Jingheng closed the book and made a slight sound, "Sleep."