Fu Jingheng felt dizzy for a moment. When did he start losing her? Maybe it started when he started to take power and used a small sedan chair to carry an official lady into the palace for the first time.
There was still the lingering fragrance of her in his bed. He stood in the hall, standing quietly. He didn't have the courage to read the letters she left home for a long time.
He lowered his hand and touched the spot where she had been lying on the bed. His touch was cold, and her body temperature that made him attached to her was gone. Many scenes of being with her were swirling in his mind, and he missed her crazily.
In the past three months, he has really been accompanying her attentively, but not all past injuries can be repaired. He will miss her when he is in the court and in the study. When he thinks of her waiting for him in the winter garden, he will feel a sense of happiness.
There are people in this world who care about him, not because of benefits, but because he is him, because he has been her only support for these three months, and he thought he had her completely.
She still can't forgive him for the past that made her sad.
He walked to the coffee table, sat on the soft couch where she usually sat, picked up the letter she left home, and slipped out a handmade amulet from the letter, which was very similar to the one Meng Wan gave him when he went to Lishan.
.
Why are the amulets given by two women so similar?
He picked up the amulet and rubbed it with his fingertips. He suppressed the doubts in his heart. The amulet could not even attract his attention for the moment. His heart was hurt by her leaving, and he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, and couldn't think.
He finally laid his eyes on the letter, which contained her beautiful handwriting.
【Brother Heng,
Seeing the words is like seeing the face.
When you read this letter from home, I had already left Dongyuan with my brother Azhou.
I have failed him for many years and I can no longer fail him.
I have never loved you. I will no longer sympathize with you.
You have grown up and no longer need Jin'er.
These three months of life are all thanks to you for saving my life from the hands of hundreds of officials.
Winter Garden is beautiful, and so are you. Winter Garden is not as beautiful as you.
But I need dreams and freedom more.
I just watered the vegetable field, and I don’t need to water it again for four or five days. If you ask people to harvest this crop, you don’t need to plant it again.
You don’t have to come to Winter Garden again in the future, because I won’t come back.
Changlin is the most precious treasure I leave to you. Changmei is the most precious memory you give me.
I never regret everything I have experienced, nor do I regret everything I have done for you.
I will cherish myself and bring up Chang Yi. Chang Yi will not call others daddy. You are Chang Yi’s father.
For the sake of Changlin, Sheji and your mother, please also cherish the dragon body.
Stay alive, Changlin is left to you.
He and I will be happy. You and them should be happy too.
You are not allowed to punish the servants of Winter Garden. I set the fire, and they are under my control.
The second amulet is given to you. You tore off the one before setting off to Mount Li. Don’t tear off this one again. To ensure safety, a sincere heart will be spiritual.
Don't get hurt again in the future, you already have too many scars on your body.
Remember to put on more clothes when it’s cold and snowy. Don’t be afraid of being ugly. Wear a hat in winter. Drink less. Take care of yourself.
Your Majesty...Oh, Your Majesty.
Jinqinzi.]
Fu Jingheng read the letter, and his hands were shaking violently. The woman who had illuminated his miserable life since he was eight years old when he was most helpless, the woman who had been in his life for nineteen years, left with his old friend Jiang Huaizhou.
His heart was torn to pieces, and his tears fell uncontrollably, wetting the letter paper drop by drop. He couldn't restrain his sadness, and he whispered softly: "Su Wenjin... you are lying to me, you have always been there
Lie to me, you have no intention of living with me in Winter Garden...you are just trying to numb me and look for opportunities to leave me...right..."
"I have let you down for too long, too many times. You don't want to waste time with me anymore, right... Su Wenjin..."
"You don't like the golden cage I gave you, do you..."
"Su Wenjin..."
"Su Wenjin..."
"Su Wenjin..."
Outside the winter garden, the royal guards, maids, and slaves were kneeling on the ground. The little official looked in through the ajar door and saw the emperor lying on the table, crying like an abandoned child. Men can cry so painfully.
Will the emperor also shed tears? The emperor is so powerful and has three thousand beauties sitting in the mountains and rivers, will he still be sad? He is completely different from the lonely and cold person he usually sees.
Jin said: If you survive, Changlin will be left to you.
It took Fu Jingheng half an hour to slightly control his collapsed emotions. He folded Wen Jin's letter and put it in his sleeve. He also pressed the 'second amulet' mentioned by Jin at the bottom of his sleeve.
Fu Jingheng wiped his eyes with a few handkerchiefs left by Wen Jin, then kept her handkerchiefs with him. He opened the money box and looked at it. Her personal money of hundreds of thousands of taels in silver notes was gone. That was her
With the money he had earned from opening a restaurant in the past few years, he was a little relieved. He had money on him, so he would not be tight when going out. He had to have money on him when he went out, and it was even more uncomfortable. She left calmly and rationally, not impulsively.
, I'll be back in a few days.
When Fu Jingheng came out of the house, neither Lao Mo nor Zi Shu dared to speak to him, because when he was in a bad mood, no strangers were allowed in.
Zishu said, "Brother, you don't look good. The injury on your arm caused by the assassination by the bitch of Nanfan was already serious. Don't be sad anymore. You have a great responsibility ahead of you, so take care of yourself."
"I'm fine." Fu Jingheng looked around at the crowd. They were stunned. He turned his attention to the leader of the Winter Garden Guards. "The Little Imperial College does not need to be restored to its original appearance. No one will come to read the book in the future. The traces of arson left by the empress will be left alone."
Come here."
"Yes." Yulinjun replied.
Fu Jingheng got on his sweaty horse and chased after the red rabbit's hoof marks. He was actually worried that his wife was pregnant and jolting on horseback would be bad for his health. He chased all the way to the market, where the snow on the road was covered by the clutter of pedestrians.
His footsteps were trampled into mud, and he could no longer follow Red Rabbit's traces.
He galloped to the Linxi Ferry. He knew that Jiang Huaizhou had been waiting for Wen Jin here for the past few days. He and Jiang Huaizhou both had deep feelings for Wen Jin. After all, they had grown up together when they were young.
He came to the ferry, got off his horse, lifted up his clothes, and walked quickly to the long wooden plank road at the ferry's end. There was no sign of Chiang Kai-shek anywhere, there were no waves on the river, and there was no sign of any ships. Still, he had reached this point and reluctantly let go.
They flew away.
"Your Majesty... She is pregnant with my child and wants to fly far away with him. Do you love him so much? If I were the one who saved you when you were bullied at the age of five and spent half a year to comfort you and help you get out of your heart.
The person you want to marry, will the man in your heart be me..." Fu Jingheng leaned his hand on the iron railing, clenched it tightly with his slender hands, and there was a sudden fishy sensation in his throat, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother, take care of yourself," Zi Shu said.
"Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body." Lao Mo said.