Wen Jin also mentioned the parrots in the Winter Garden. She felt that she was no different from the parrots in the cage. They were both exquisite species raised in captivity by the king.
The parrot's border is the edge of the gold cage.
Wen Jin rode a red rabbit and walked slowly in the winter garden, surrounded by the towering courtyard walls.
The parrot cries 'I'm sorry, I love you' every day.
Wen Jin almost stewed it.
The sense of inferiority, loss, and unknown frustration invaded her. Now all she has left is Fu Jingheng's blessing, and a lot of maids and slaves who serve her humbly. She was captured by the stars in the winter garden.
Gongyue, but she still envied Meng Wan for being loved by all the officials and valued by the king. She was really envious.
Wen Jin was deliberately unruly and willful, which disgusted the king. She threw glasses and smashed cups, but the king's temper became better and better. He also curled up his lips when he personally picked up the debris, and the servants became more and more flattering to her.
Wen Jin thought that it would take at least a month for her to get tired of Winter Garden being so big, but after only three days here she was already crazy.
There are many maids, many slaves, and many imperial troops guarding her, more than a thousand people.
The king corrected her, saying that it was not 'guarding' but 'protecting'. She asked if she could go down the mountain and go back to the capital to play with Wu Xin. The king didn't say anything. He was just looking after her.
This is not equal love, this is captivity and imprisonment that suffocates her.
She couldn't get happiness from this kind of relationship, only anxiety, confusion and derailment from the world.
She also knew clearly that his palace outside the Winter Garden had three palaces and six courtyards. She was a stain in his life that had no political benefit and was hidden away by him.
Wen Jin is like a person abandoned by the world. She sits at the bottom of the corridor in the palace every day, waiting for Fu Jingheng's arrival. She misses her relatives very much, misses her grandma, grandma, Bao Yin, Jade Zhen, and also wants to return to the Imperial College.
Being an upright person, being loyal to her lord, and complementing her lord as an equal, her pride and backbone were being worn away bit by bit.
But the Imperial Guards 'protected' her too strictly. It seemed that she could only raise her fetus in the winter garden, watch parrots, walk in the winter garden, swing on the swings, and fly kites. Those slaves knelt down every day and called her the Queen, like a dog.
He yelled, imitating Gibbon, and tried his best to make her happy, but everyone knew that Feng Yin was with Meng Wan, and she was nothing, she was just a concubine.
Wen Jin became increasingly angry and impatient.
Fu Jingheng didn't come every day. He was busy with state affairs. Sometimes he came for several days in a row, and sometimes he didn't come for several days. Sometimes he would come back to accompany her at noon and not leave until early the next morning.
After she became pregnant, he did not have sex with her, only hugs and kisses. He didn't know if there were other people in the palace, and she didn't ask, but his clothes occasionally had the scent of a woman who didn't belong to him, maybe it was just for fun.
It's her nose that's so sensitive.
Dongyuan was dozens of miles away from the capital. Because he was meeting her secretly, he basically only brought his book, Mo Gan and two or three other close associates. But it was not good to leave the palace frequently. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at him in the dark.
Because she was pregnant, he took good care of her. From autumn to winter, she lived in the Winter Garden. The guards were very dedicated and she had no chance to leave. Maybe she was also afraid of the uncertainty outside, of wandering around with a big belly, and being
I was pleased with his meticulous care.
After staying there for more than three months, she began to hate herself day by day. She was living a life she disdained most, neither a wife nor a concubine, with no status or even an identity.
When she was in a bad mood during pregnancy, Fu always gave in to her. When she was showing off, he even rode her as a horse in the house. He would play with her when she slept at night, fight bullfights with her, and hug her from behind to stay with her.
I drew and wrote, read poems to her, and wrote poems for her. One of them was named "Winter Garden".
Their portraits hang inside the house.
They cooked together, he cooked while she watched. They opened a field in front of the house and planted some winter vegetables, celery, kale and so on. She watered it, and he would roll up his sleeves and fertilize. He came to relax, and she
I am suffering and I don’t know when this kind of day will end.
Be happy, you are idle salted fish, you don’t have to worry about eating and drinking, you just have no dreams and no relatives to interact with. They are like a poor couple, doing very ordinary things, what they are chasing is a warm home
.
She hasn't seen Chang Lin for three months. She doesn't know if she will ever see him again in this life.
The emperor was very efficient. He built a small Imperial Academy in the Winter Garden, opened a small restaurant, and opened a night market street. He tried his best to give her the same life as outside.
Wen Jin would also go to the Little Imperial College to teach 'students', and sit in restaurants to count how much money he earned. After the excitement, there was always loneliness. Just like the time with Little Pillow before, Fu Rang
Everyone acted to accommodate her.
In mid-December, the first heavy snowfall of the year came. If she didn't think about anything and was heartless, she could actually be happy. However, she thought too much. She missed Lou Shucai, Lou Shujing, and Fu Chang.
, and...Meng Wan, I think about abdominal pain every day.
On the snowy day, Fu Jingheng accompanies her to build a snowman, and also accompanies her to look at the yew trees outside the winter garden. Really, the yew trees are beautiful under the snow. She is wearing a red cloak and looks very conspicuous in the snowy scene. He holds hands with her.
Her hands were soaked in the snow and the top of her head turned white. This was another white hair after the flour incident.
When Fu Jingheng held her in his arms, touched her three-month-old belly and said, "You like spicy food lately. I think what's in your belly may be a daughter. Jin, we will have a daughter. She will be like you."
Just as beautiful.”
Wen Jin leaned her cheek against his chest, but smelled blood, and her heart was stabbed suddenly. She was very sensitive, and her heart was not at peace every day. She knew that the Winter Garden would not always be a secret place, and it must be a place where the emperor visited frequently.
Someone will notice that they can't continue like this. Her voice trembled, "Fu, are you injured? Were you assassinated on the way to Winter Garden?"
Fu Jingheng touched her bun and said, "It's okay. Don't be nervous. Calm down. Don't be so sensitive."
Wen Jin raised her head and stared at him, realizing that she could no longer be a salted fish. Even if she was pregnant and it was inconvenient to travel far, she could not hide under him because he was injured. He was injured because he came to accompany her.
It hurts when she gets hurt. She is careful and doesn't want to cause pain to those close to her. She can feel pain herself, but she doesn't want the people around her to feel pain.
The capital is dozens of miles away from the Winter Garden. He goes out of the palace every day and doesn't have to ask people to protect him. The risk is too great. He is more and more willing to risk his life, and she is becoming more and more of a burden. If he doesn't come to the Winter Garden, he won't be here today.
Injuried.
"Is the injury serious? Let me see."
Fu Jingheng didn't show it to her, "It's not serious. No need to look at it. Fu Chang arranged for those people to be dealt with, and no one will know that you are here. Live in peace."
"Does your wound hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. I don't feel anything."
"Fu..."
"Don't leave. Be good. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen."
"Fu..."
"Do not listen."
"Brother Azhou has been waiting for me, right? I miss him so much." Wen Jin started to ask again.
Fu Jingheng closed his eyes. He knew that she was forced to smile every day in the winter garden, but he was really happy because she completely belonged to him in the winter garden. This kind of pyrotechnic life made him attached to and
Fascinated, even crazy, he didn't have these when he was a child, but as he got older, he longed for these more and held on to them.
"After the baby is born, we can discuss it after the confinement period. I won't let myself get hurt in the future. This time it was an accident. You are safe here. I promise, there will be no next time. You have nothing to do with me."
Confidence is good. Don’t be insecure.”
"Yeah. Okay." Wen Jin felt sorry for him and knew that the more seriously he was injured, the more he would not show it to her, but she thought that was enough here. She could not stay by his side and cause trouble for him.
If he doesn't go out of the city frequently, he won't be in danger. The emperor can't expose his target at will. She thinks Su Wenjin has no use at all, so that's it, let's stop here.
Wen Jin immediately became worried and determined.
Wen Jin took advantage of him to sleep at night. He always slept unpreparedly beside her, habitually resting his head on her heart. She opened his clothes and took a look. He had a cut with a sword on his arm and the wound was wrapped with gauze.
, there was fresh blood on the gauze, it should be a deep wound. Before entering the winter garden, he deliberately treated it so that she would not find it. He did not elaborate on who Fu Chang arranged to hurt him, but there were countless people who wanted his life.
.
He has been worried a lot lately, and he only asked her if she would dislike him if he was nothing and had nothing. Wen Jin didn't know why he asked that, and she didn't know what happened in the court. But she could feel that he was getting more and more interested.
Depend on her.
"You can't come to Winter Garden anymore. Without me, you won't be helpless. I don't want to see you hurt anymore, Fu Jingheng."
Wen Jin gently stroked his arm, touching his beautiful eyebrows while he was sleeping peacefully, hoping to touch him and heal his childhood misfortune.