As he spoke, Fu Jingheng tightened his hands on her lower back, and his slightly trembling hands revealed the anger he had held back all day.
Wen Jin screamed in pain, "That was just a lie I told to make the bad guys relax their vigilance. I planned to jump out of the window and escape. Look, there is a pile of straw under the window. How could I compromise with those bandits and assassins? Jun
You're...humiliating me again."
Fu Jingheng sneered in her ear and let her go.
As soon as Wen Jin was free, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked with concern: "Tell me, where are you injured?"
"Hold the lamp." Fu Jingheng calmly ordered.
"Yes." Wen Jin lit the candle with a fire stick and lit the kerosene lamp in the room. The room became dim and six of the seven bandit assassins on the ground fainted.
But the leader was blasted until his flesh and blood were reduced to a bloody mass, his descendants were extinct, and he was holding his crotch and shaking like chaff.
Fu Jingheng stepped on the beast's face, "Just now you said she was my and Jiang Qing's woman?"
"My emperor! Have mercy! The villain said something wrong. The villain said something wrong!"
"Well. I said it wrong. So she is?"
"My mistress is Your Majesty's woman!!!!" Your Majesty spared me a moment just to ask me to correct my wrong words. Well... a terrible desire to win! It seems that no matter how high a man's position is, he will not care about his own mother-in-law.
The possessiveness is the same.
Fu Jingheng's toes sank, and the beast completely passed out.
Wen Jin kept Fu Jingheng in mind, so she approached him with a kerosene lamp. His appearance fell into her eyes. She saw that he was dressed as a rich and elegant young man, and he was clearly the cold-faced young man who had caught a glimpse of him in the carriage by the stream.
Then when Jiang bought her shoes and gave her a cloak, the carriage she saw at the end of the street also belonged to him...
Wen Jin felt a chill in her heart. She was afraid that he had noticed the closeness between Jiang and her. Jiang took off the ginkgo leaves from her hair, and Jiang blocked the passers-by on the street for her. She took off her clothes behind Jiang's back.
Embroidered shoes and socks, and Jiang picked up her embroidered shoes and socks, Jiang put a cloak on her, and finally Jiang and her went into...an inn at night.
Alas... even if you jump into the Yellow River, you won't be able to clean yourself.
"When did your Majesty come to Nanguo Town?"
Fu Jingcheng looked at her carefully with a cold smile, "Since I threw the crossbow to you, I have been watching you and Jiang Qing having a secret meeting for a day. Did you have fun?"
Wen Jin's heart moved. It was Brother Heng who was secretly protecting her. Didn't he hate her so much? How could he protect her? She was quite moved, but the second half of his sentence left her speechless and she said helplessly: "...
....Can you please listen to my explanation..."
"My guest room is next door. Come with me!" Fu Jingheng stepped out of the room first and told Lao Mo: "You clean up here, don't make any noise, and imprison all the unconscious assassins in the death row of the palace. I will choose a day to kiss you.
Trial."
Mo Gan bowed and said, "Yes, Master." Master Jin was almost bullied, and Master was furious! He probably wanted to imprison Master Jin to protect her personally, and would not let her leave his arms.
Wen Jin put the kerosene lamp on the table and followed Fu Jingheng to his guest room, which was an upper room.
When he entered the room, he probably disliked the fact that the bed in the inn was not clean, so he chose the big wooden chair by the window and sat down. The big chair had already been covered with a cloth towel by Lao Mo, so he sat down.
Wen Jin entered the door and was about to walk towards him when he heard his order: "Latch the door and come here."
Wen Jin was startled, then turned around and closed the door, bolted the door from the inside, and walked slowly to him, "Are you angry?"
"Um."
"Listen to my explanation..." What Wen Jin has done most recently is to explain, and she has gradually gotten used to it, but if the explanation can calm his frown, she thinks it is worth it.
Fu Jingheng sat on the chair with his legs slightly open, his fingers on the belt around his waist, and said with half-squinted eyes: "Kneel down and explain. My bed slave..."
"Yes..." Wen Jin felt sad, must he humiliate her like this? She had been running around all day and was exhausted mentally. She really hoped that he could comfort her with gentle words.
She slowly knelt in front of his legs, her eyes not daring to fall deep into his slender thighs. She checked his condition in the candlelight. In the quiet night, she only heard a ticking sound, and a drop of bright red liquid came from the bottom of his other sleeve.
The slender fingertips dripped.
It turned out that he had just used his internal energy to attack the assassin leader, and his internal energy was so strong that it actually broke the tiger's mouth and caused bleeding.
"It's bleeding. I'll help you wrap your wound first." Wen Jin's heart tightened, and she quickly tore off the white fabric from her white undershirt, took his hand, and helped him wrap the wound while gently blowing on the wound.
, while asking gently: "Does it hurt?"
"where?"
"hand."
"No pain."
"Where does it hurt?" Wen Jin didn't understand. His hand was bleeding but it didn't hurt. So where did it hurt?
Fu Jingheng grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand on his lower abdomen, saying in a cold tone: "It hurts here. I need to repair you hard."
Wen Jin blushed immediately and quickly tried to withdraw his hand, "I met Jiang Huaizhou by chance. He went to Nanguo Town in Huainan to check the situation of the refugees. By chance, I met the assassin by the Ginkgo Forest River. He happened to arrive and helped me and
Hua Nan is relieved."
"So, you agreed to stay with him in an inn and planned to pay for it in the guest room just now?" Fu Jingheng sneered.
"I don't!"
"Then why are you coming to the inn? Are you alone and alone, here for an autumn outing or an outing?"
"It's not like an outing... The insider of my mother's case, Ahu, is in this inn. We are here to meet the insider!" Wen Jin said clearly.
Fu Jingheng suddenly pinched Wen Jin's chin and looked into her eyes fiercely, "You couldn't wait to take off your shoes and socks on the street to show him your bare feet. Is it so difficult to admit that you had an affair with him?"
Wen Jin's eyes turned sour, "That's because early in the morning I waded into the lake to pick up jade pendants for your concubine. My shoes, socks and clothes were all wet. The weather has changed today, it's windy, it's raining and it's very cold. I'm really cold. He
He bought me clothes and shoes. I originally planned to give him money, but I had a falling out with you this morning and returned all the money I had to you. I was penniless, so I didn’t give him any money. And he is a gentleman, so he didn’t give him any money.
He didn't watch me play barefoot. He and I are innocent to begin with, why should I admit to one, two, and three!"
"The way he looks at you is not clear at all. Your shy look can't be seen in the light." Fu Jingheng stared at her pale lips, "I understand men better than you. I know what he thinks about you! He said support
When you were there, weren't you so moved that you shed tears?"
"I'm not moved! I just remembered that someone once said that they would support me and let me live a good life! But in the end, they went back on their word and took pleasure in insulting me!" Wen Jin saw that his words were not listening to her, and she was always gentle.
, being forced into a hurry, she started to complain about him as soon as her mind got hot, and she raised her voice a little higher.
Fu Jingheng's shoulders suddenly trembled, "Am I raising you? You don't deserve it."
"Your Majesty, it's not that you dislike me so much. Now it sounds like you are jealous!"
"I've been with you for seven years, and I have some memories. You're already pregnant with Jiang Huaizhou's bastard. Shouldn't I be so fucking jealous!" Fu Jingheng's hand increased in strength, almost crushing her jaw. "I heard it all.
Here we are, you are also a pregnant woman and you don’t have a man. Ha..."
Wen Jin was shocked. It turned out that he had heard the conversation between her and Kang Ruili. Wen Jin had never seen him so angry. He was in disguise, spitting out fragrance, and now he was mad because he caught his woman having an affair with someone else.
A mature man, not an emperor.
"I..." Wen Jin's eyes suddenly blurred. She had no matchmaker and no betrothed. She was neither a wife nor a concubine. She was a reading companion. She had been banned from entering the study for three months. What was she? Oh, it was a pair of shoes.
"Do I have a man? Didn't you say that I am nothing to you?"
Fu Jingheng threw away Wen Jin's jaw without mercy and snorted coldly, "Of course you are nothing to me. But, I am your god! Even if you die, you are still Fu Wenshi. Your man,
His surname is Fu, and his name is Fu Jingheng. Do you remember it? Tell me!"
Wen Jin was deeply intimidated by his aura. In the past many years, the two of them had raised eyebrows, and he had a mild temper. But now he was so violent that it really frightened her. She was unwilling to intensify the conflict, so she shrank and said: "Remember. Don't be angry.
Your head will hurt again soon... Let’s talk slowly if we have anything to say.”
"The child is Jiang's, do you agree?" His voice was also tired after the dispute.
Wen Jin felt suffocated, the child is yours, the child is our Chang Lin!
Wen Jin lowered her eyes and stopped talking. She confessed to him softly for a long time: "The child in my belly is..."
"Jin'er! Where are you! Jin'er!"
Wen Jin was about to show off her cards and tell him that the child was his and his dragon seed, but was interrupted by Jiang Huaizhou's anxious voice that suddenly came from outside.
It turned out that Jiang Huaizhou returned to the inn after chasing Ahu to no avail. He saw only a few pools of blood on the floor in Ahu's guest room, but no trace of Wen Jin, so he anxiously searched for Wen Jin's whereabouts.
When Wen Jin heard this, she was really curious about whether A Hu had invited him back, and subconsciously wanted to answer Jiang Huaizhou.
Suddenly feeling a tightness in the back of her head, Fu Jingheng inserted his slender fingers into her hair. His hand originally resting on the belt untied the belt and pressed her head down.
Wen Jin could not respond to Jiang Huaizhou.
Fu Jingheng took a breath, narrowed his narrow eyes, and said hoarsely: "Why don't you answer him?"
Wen Jin's eyes turned red.
afterwards.
Fu Jingheng covered Wen Jin's mouth and nose with his hands, breathed heavily, and brought his lips to her ears, kissing her auricles lightly, "You are pregnant. Xue Ning and I need to hurry up. I'm glad to go back."
Xue Ning, let me show you. Be obedient and return the cloak, shoes and socks to Jiang with my taste in mind. Follow me home."
Wen Jin's mouth and nose were covered, and he gradually became deprived of oxygen. His neck turned red. His throat slid involuntarily, and he swallowed it. Two tears of humiliation fell from the end of his eyes, and he finally nodded.
She... really wants to go home, to the happy little home she once had. She doesn't know how far his hatred for her will develop, and she... doesn't know if she can still persist in this wishful relationship.
how long.
Fu Jingheng saw the sliding movement in her throat and stroked her hair with satisfaction, "So good."
Letting go of her, he stood up and tied up his belt. The belt closed for a moment and outlined his narrow waist. He took the dry clothes and shoes from the table and handed them to her, "Put them on. Don't catch a cold in the cold weather. It's cold now."
I have sent the Tai Hospital to rescue refugees, so don’t join in the fun and waste resources..."
Wen Jin's lips were numb and she blushed as she took the clothes. These clothes were the ones she kept in the palace wardrobe. Her heart moved. He had been taking her clothes with him since he left the palace. Was he worried that she would catch a cold?
She asked softly: "Do you have anything to do when you come to Huainan?"
"Investigating the public sentiment. Why do you think I came here just for you?" Fu Jingheng's words were sharp.
Wen Jin felt a stab in his heart, lowered his head with red eyes, and said sadly: "No one in the world likes me. Everyone thinks that I am a bastard that no one wants. You hate me as much as they do. Right?"
Fu Jingheng's heart suddenly twitched, and it ached every bit. Thinking of her handing over the two hundred and four letters betraying him, he suppressed the urge to hold her in his arms to comfort her, and said coldly: "Yes.
I hate you more than they do. You are a bastard that no one wants. The thing in your belly is also a bastard that no one wants!"