Fu Jingheng looked at his pink-carved son with warm eyes. This was the first child he had with Jinmei. He was the most precious treasure that Jinmei left for him. He should be content. After all, there was still a bond to maintain the relationship. She had forgotten
Give up everything and never forget the pain of giving birth to a child. This pain was brought to her by him. When she looks back when she is old, she will also say that that dead man caused her pain, and that dead man hurt her life.
He is not a good man. He takes the imperial power very seriously. She has been pregnant with him three times, and he has not given her a title. His brief madness gave Yu Yu the title of wife, and then he took it back with his own hands. His sense of responsibility stopped.
, he has these responsibilities.
But he... must also guard the country left to him by his father. If his father makes him the crown prince, he must sit firmly on the throne and guard the country. He and Guangli will live and die together. No one can stop his determination to climb high.
Looking back, he felt that maybe he shouldn't have harmed Wen Jin because he was not firmly seated in the throne. He clearly could not promise forever, but he made promises to her again and again, and broke trust and disappointed others. This was not good, and he also
Every time I feel uncomfortable, I can't control myself, but... I can't let go of the relationship between a man and a woman. They are also childhood sweethearts. They have lived together for half a lifetime. He is also a human being, and he can't let go of the sincerity that is rare in the world.
When Meng Wan heard this, her face was startled, and she was quite embarrassed. Sheng Wen's words were direct and clear about love and hate. It seemed true, "Master, you are not in a good mood when you come to Wan'er's place?"
"I forced your father to give your mother's position to your father's concubine, and asked your father to throw your mother out of the house and out of the country. Is your father in a good mood?" Fu Jingheng's tone was light, but he was very sharp and used spicy words.
Choke her.
Meng Wan's eyes were hot, "What are you blaming Wan'er? Wan'er has made great contributions to the common people and the country. All the officials love me, how can I reject you? It's because the officials think that the first empress is not worthy of her, so I am my concubine."
...Nothing more than innocent pawns."
"You don't have to remind me all day long of the great achievements you have made. If you haven't made great achievements, what can I do to give you face? Are you good-looking? Below average."
Fu Jingheng was always unhappy with Meng, even hated him to the extreme. He was actually gentle towards the women in the harem, and there were a few that he thought were pretty good people, especially those who played well with Wen Jin, such as Zhou Baolin, and he was kinder to Aiwujiwu.
Before, when I didn't know Duanmu was a human being, he treated him quite politely, because most of these women were used by him and were kind and innocent, so there was no need for him to make things difficult for anyone.
He couldn't fulfill his husband-in-law's responsibilities and achieve equal distribution. To be honest, he felt guilty. He brought them in for the dragon throne. He really felt pitiful that they had to spend their whole lives in the palace, so he was fair in other material aspects, too.
We walked around, talked, played chess, read poems and so on, and there were a few people who could talk.
But for Meng Wan, he hated it from the bottom of his heart, and even the basic respect could not be maintained. Perhaps it was the day when Jin'er was stripped of her phoenix robe. Everyone was standing and only Jin'er was kneeling. Jin'er cried so miserably that Meng Wan
The smile was too great, and he looked too damn incompetent when the officials choked him. How could he have a good look on Meng Wan who was pushed up by the officials? Due to human nature, he couldn't give her a kind word.
Meng Wan's heart suddenly hurt, and she touched her cheek with her hand. She had a round face in the bronze mirror. Not only was she the most beautiful, she also had a lot of blessings. Your Majesty actually looked down upon her appearance so much. Could it be that Wen Jin was so harmful to the country and the people?
The face is beautiful, and the queen is dignified. There is no need to have an all-powerful appearance! She couldn't help but feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She simply sat on the couch and cried softly, saying softly: "Wan'er wanted to save your Majesty.
He and the imperial court were kept in Wenguang's heart, and now he still suffers from angina pectoris..."
Fu Jingheng said: "Angina pectoris is difficult to cure. You should choose a coffin in advance. I will make it more beautiful for you someday. Ask your parents and all the officials to mourn for you. Hero."
Meng Wan looked at this aloof and almost cold-blooded man. He usually didn't speak much. When he came to her, he was also taciturn, but he was still gentle. His appearance had changed since the Queen left the palace. How did he speak?
It's so heartbreaking. Has his tenderness been used on Wen Jin? Wen Jin can't help but wonder how he is better than her, "Your Majesty...!"
Chang Lin struggled down from Meng Wan's arms, broke away from Meng Wan's arms, ran to his father's lap with his short legs, the little bell his mother tied to his wrist jingled, and he sat on his father's lap.
"Father." His voice was weak. He was already depressed at the age of two and a half. He was so envious that Zhou Qiao could be with his mother, Sister Zhao.
"What's wrong, honey? You look unhappy. You should be happy that your father has given you such a good life." Fu Jingheng rubbed Chang Lin's little face, kissed his forehead and little face several times, and looked at his little chin.
His mother, no matter how much she liked her, "how can I call someone who is not worthy of being on the stage, my mother-in-law?"
Chang Lin looked at his father and remembered Meng Wan's threats, so he whispered: "I like Concubine Meng."
Fu Jingheng frowned, "Why? You have a bad eye on my son."
"Because she treats Lin'er better than my mother-in-law treats Lin'er. Lin'er wants his father to marry Concubine Meng and become Lin'er's concubine." If she said this, Concubine Meng would ask her father to take her home earlier.
Bar.
Fu Jingheng frowned more tightly, thinking that his son was also infected by officials and forced him to marry Meng. I am really alone and helpless. He is the only one who likes Jin'er. The more everyone prevents him from wanting anyone, the more he wants.
Who? He said softly: "Don't be like this. My father knows that you miss my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law went to buy you gifts. She will bring you many gifts when she comes back. My father-in-law has already sent someone to find your mother-in-law.
She will come back soon. She is the best woman in the world, you don’t need another grandma. Baby, you have to have confidence in grandma, she is also missing you!"
Hope arose in Chang Lin's helpless heart, "Does Aniang really miss Lin'er? Will Aniang no longer want Lin'er?"
"No." Your mother-in-law just doesn't want your bastard father.
Meng Wan originally wanted to use Chang Lin to capture the emperor's heart, but she never thought that the emperor was actually a man who was inseparable. He seemed to hate someone no matter what, and Meng Wan couldn't help but feel angry in her heart. That's all, so what if she doesn't have the emperor's favor?
Loved by all the officials and firmly sitting at the head of the Sixth Palace, Fu Jingheng did not dare to blatantly make things difficult for her, and he was not polite to her in front of others!
Fu Jingheng saw Zhou Yuan and Sister Zhao looking in from outside the door. He patted his son's butt and said, "Go and play with Sister Zhao and Baolin. I'll play with you in the sand when you're done, okay?"
When Chang Lin heard his father talking to him in a gentle voice, Chang Lin smiled, kissed his father on the face, and whispered: "Lin'er likes my father. Don't be sad, father. Let's wait for my mother to come back together."
Go home."
After saying that, he obediently went out of the palace to be with Sister Zhao and Zhou Yuan. When Zhao saw the young master coming out on Tuesday, he quickly pulled up his sleeves and trouser legs to check whether there were any traces on the child. They were relieved when no traces of abuse were found.
Unexpectedly, the little guy was mentally traumatized. He always felt that Concubine Meng's eyes and ears were listening and watching beside him at night. It was really a mental trauma.
When Meng Wan saw that she and the emperor were the only ones left in the room, she said warmly: "Your Majesty, Wan'er knows that you don't like Wan'er, but in the end, you have to put the overall situation first, and give birth to an heir with Wan'er as soon as possible to stabilize the hearts of all the officials.
Yes. Just now, I saw that the Empress Dowager Lou Shujing went to the Chengqian Palace to meet her mother, the Empress Dowager, and I don’t know what big thing happened. Even if you are using Wan’er, you should have given birth to a son and a half. Do you think that Baiguan will
Do you allow me to make Chang Lin, the heir born to the daughter of a sycophant, the crown prince?"
"I'm only twenty-seven years old, you can't wait any longer, and you're starting to discuss setting up a heirloom with me right now!" Fu Jingheng was sullen, looking at Meng Wan with half-squinted deep amber eyes, and at the same time, he left Wen Jin's words when he left the winter garden.
He put the handmade 'second' amulet on the table and said, "How courageous! Will you marry me?"
"Wan'er is thinking about you!" Meng Wan said with great righteousness, "Don't you admit that if you have physical intimacy with Wan'er and have children, the courtiers will be more convinced of you?"
Fu Jingheng snorted coldly, "Skin contact? I can't be hard on you even if I take medicine."
"Your Majesty! What you said is too heartless." Meng Wan was deeply humiliated and filled with hatred for Fu Jingheng and Wen Jin.
"No more quarreling. If you quarrel, don't quarrel with her. Just save it." Fu Jingheng tapped his fingers on the table, drawing Meng Wan's eyes to the amulet, "Does this amulet look familiar?"
Meng Wan glanced at the amulet and her heart tightened, "Isn't this the amulet that I gave you before you set off for Lishan Mountain?"