The autumn wind blows in through the small window and gently pulls the heavy curtains in the inner room.
Fu Jingheng always had a cold look on his face. Zhang Ting Ning just spoke too fast. He didn't hear clearly and was not very satisfied with Zhang. Of these subordinates, he was particularly satisfied with Zi Shu, but others were not interesting. He didn't know what Ting Ning was like.
Why are you talking so quickly? Are you testing his master's hearing?
But Zishu mentioned that Fu Chang made an issue about his life experience. His mother had some past experiences with Wen Guang. He also had doubts about himself in his heart. His royal bloodline... is it true? If it is not true, what can he do to suppress the dragon throne?
, how ironic it would be if later on, it turns out that he is the son of a traitor and things come out.
He was not on good terms with his mother, never had a heart-to-heart relationship with him, and had never said anything personal about himself. He always hated his mother. If his mother really had a bad behavior, he would personally kill her because he was born with pride, and it was his mother who brought him shame and misfortune.
Unfortunately, if his bloodline is not correct, what's the difference between his mother's style and Duanmu's first-class behavior?
Wen Jin frowned and looked at Zhang Tingxin, thinking that he was speaking too fast. What was he talking about? What kind of disease did she have? What anger made her angry? It was just like the emperor said that women are angry too much and are sick with anger...
Is there any help? Oops, the house leaked and it rained all night. It was miserable enough to be kicked off the stage and let those villains succeed, but they are still angry and sick?
I also remembered that he tore up the amulet and said that the person who didn't matter would be better off if he died of illness. But he clearly cared about her, so why did he tear off her amulet that day? Contradiction.
Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin's helpless and helpless expression, which was beautiful, miserable, pitiful, and sitting straight upright. He couldn't help but smile a little. She was the one who was strong in adversity, even if the sky fell.
The one who doesn't bow his head is pitiful and won't admit it, but he is stubborn enough. Many times, he can get the courage to face difficulties from her and full of upward motivation. She will always raise her little chin and never bow to difficulties.
With her by his side, his heart is stable.
Zhang Tingxin finished speaking for a long time, but no one had any reaction. He thought that he was indeed an emperor and empress, and they were all people who had seen the world. They were so calm when they were pregnant. This was the heir of the dragon, so he didn't make a fuss.
Otherwise, it would appear that he was not strong enough, so he suppressed his inner excitement and started writing prescriptions with paper and pen to protect the fetus, and said quickly: "Drink three times a day. Drink for half a month."
...
Still speaking too fast, neither the Emperor nor the First Empress heard clearly, and they listened to it for a whole month.
Fu Jingheng's face became colder and colder.
Wen Jin frowned. Anyway, he didn't know what the disease was. Judging from Zhang Ting's tone, it didn't seem to be serious. Wen Jin didn't ask in detail and just said: "Oh."
Lao Mo's reaction was extremely violent. It was more exciting than the emperor's life experience, and more exciting than being pregnant. Of course, he was half a man and couldn't get pregnant. He and Zhang Tingxin were familiar with each other, and they always pushed Pai Gow together. They were used to it.
The speed of Zhang Tingxi's speech makes it easy for you to listen clearly, otherwise you will easily be cheated out of money.
Lao Mo had a bright smile on his face at the door. It was a pity that Grandma and Qingliu were not around and could not share his joy. He could only share his joy with the parrot hanging on the corridor. He asked the parrot:
"Did you hear? Fetus! Your Highness is going to have a younger brother or younger sister. There may be one younger brother and one younger sister, or two younger brothers, or two younger sisters. It may also be three younger brothers, or three younger sisters, or maybe one younger brother.
With two sisters..., or two brothers and one sister...many combinations...looking forward to it."
The parrot is not as nagging as Lao Mo, who only says: "I'm sorry, I love you."
Lao Mo said: "Forget it. I don't like birds."
The parrot said again: "I'm sorry, I love you."
"are you crazy."
"Sorry, I Love You."
Lao Mo stopped paying attention to the parrot and had no intention of starting a cross-species romance, so he simply stopped talking. He actually lost the game to a bird.
Fu Jingheng listened to Judge Zhang's straightforward statement. There was no change in his tone and his expression was normal. The little thing must be fine. He just needs to be more careful next time. But she has a delicate body and is soft, and it is easy for him to lose control while holding her.
, and also liked her manner when begging for mercy. Perhaps at that time, he felt that he completely owned her, and only said: "Then you can prescribe good medicine and ask someone to fry it, warm her up, and nourish her body."
Fu Jingheng looked at the sky and saw that it was time for the morning court. After spending the whole morning with her, the more he was afraid of her leaving, the more he couldn't live without her. He put on a dragon robe, kissed Wen Jin's cheek, and said, "I will send you off to the court after the morning."
Winter Garden.”
"Yeah, okay." Wen Jin responded.
The two of them actually didn't take Zhang Tingxin's words at heart. They were just a couple, they had a tacit understanding.
After Fu Jingheng finished speaking, he took a few folders on the table and went out. Recently, he has been busy with strengthening the army. Nangong Jue, the prince of Daying, is good at riding. The desert cavalry has made rapid progress. As an ally of Daying, he performed well when killing enemies.
There were many countries, and the great surplus gained the alliance of Guangli and Western Zhou Dynasty, and recovered many small countries.
Although the Guangli Kingdom is more powerful, the momentum of the great surplus makes him wary. Fu is also a modest person. He keeps a calm expression on his face and uses his strengths to avoid weaknesses behind his back. He will learn and improve on the strengths of others. He said that he will share the world, but
Are you kidding, we can't share, we are just friends for the time being, so he also worked hard on the cavalry. Furthermore, Nangong Jue often sent cold water cod to the Guangli court, but he never mentioned this to Wen Jin.
Wen Jin planned to clean up the house, especially Fu Jingcheng's desk. He liked to be tidy, but he did not do these things himself, and he did not like others to touch his desk.
She likes to make many small bookmarks for his books. She will draw some pictures on the bookmarks, including small furry animals, and some flowers and birds. He likes the bookmarks of furry little animals that are not suitable for his personality. She can tinker with his bookshelf.
It took quite a while.
At the same time, she also led the king's war horse, Red Rabbit, across the yard, planning to take Dong Yuan to it and touch the Red Rabbit's ears. It really became more obedient.
Lao Mo was no longer calm and elegant. Why were the two of them so calm when they heard the words "fetal force"? Lao Mo followed the emperor to the Jinluan Palace and whispered: "Your Majesty, my master is pregnant.
The response is a bit flat? Haven't you always wanted to have another baby girl? Our family's blood is boiling with excitement. Why are you still like ice pimples? You are no longer like you, my daughter, the soft and cute kind?"
"Which master?" Fu was not very interested. Who stole another person after Xi Gong, but what to do? With so many women, he was helpless alone...
Fu Jingheng took a boat across Daoqing Lake, took a chariot from the lake to His Majesty Jinluan Palace, climbed more than 160 steps to the entrance of Jinluan Palace, where all the officials were waiting for him to discuss politics. Wu Xin and Xue Xiang were already talking to each other.
The personal attack reached the twelfth generation of his ancestors, and Fu Zheng planned to go into the palace and sit on the dragon throne to break up the fight.
"Master Jin!" Lao Mo said.
Suddenly hearing what Lao Mo said, Fu suddenly stopped Long Xue, "What? She's pregnant?!"
Lao Mo was unexpectedly shocked by the emperor's unexpected surprise. Your Majesty was quite circuitous today. He raised his voice and said, "Ah, yes. I'm pregnant. Didn't Zhang Tingxi say that I have fetal irritation? Drink three times a day."
Come on, miscarriage! Are you here to feel it now? You've already crossed the lake!... I'm not talking about you, you're a bit slow in your two-cup tea skills."