Fu Jingheng stared at the dark brown old door panel and couldn't move for a long time. His heart was beating very fast. And he was already twenty-eight years old, had been married twice, and welcomed women into the palace more than a dozen times. He was not indifferent to the world.
The man is almost thirty, but his heart is throbbing like a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old. He still looks forward to going through the usual etiquette with Wen Jin from meeting his parents to the wedding.
The haunting voice is right outside the door.
But he couldn't believe it was true.
There have been too many similar dreams in the past six months, and Jin'er broke into his life again, but every time he woke up from the dream and found that it was not real, he would fall into a deep depression.
"Your Majesty..." Wen Jin waited for a while, but Fu Jingheng didn't come to open the door, so she called again. When no one answered the door, she called five or six more times, "Your Majesty."
The guest staying in the hotel next door was annoyed, and he yelled: "It's so late at night, you can't let anyone sleep! It's only a few minutes! It's only four and a half! Stop shouting! The place where you are a big king and a small king is not big.
What a nickname!”
Wen Jin quickly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, go to sleep."
Then he whispered to the crack in the door: "Is the king deaf?"
The corners of Fu Jingheng's mouth curved. She was the only one who had the courage to lift his dragon scales. This was not a dream. In the dream, she was obediently at his mercy.
The man who lives next door knocks on the wall, and Wen Jin is annoyed to death. A girl with a big belly knocks on the man's door. If he can't open it, he keeps knocking on the door to ask someone to take charge, which seriously affects his sleep.
Wen Jin was so shocked by the sound of banging on the wall that she felt embarrassed to shout. She didn't know what it meant by not opening the door inside. She thought she couldn't continue knocking on the door. She just planned to go downstairs and talk to Qing Liu outside the inn to catch up on old times and wait for the king.
Let's talk about it after getting up in the morning, otherwise she will fill the inn with resentment and embarrassment later, which will be embarrassing. Later, she will be famous in Maha. It is guaranteed that a pregnant woman from outside will visit the male tenant of Tonglu Inn at night.
The most important thing she wanted to know was whether the king had harmed her beloved relatives. The less important thing was to carefully check how his body was. She was not a fool. She knew how much he relied on her. If she left him, he should
It's not easy either.
She just turned around and took two steps towards the stairs, when she heard rapid footsteps coming from his upper room behind her, followed by the sound of a stool falling to the ground, and then the door panel asked someone to open it quickly, and the person called softly.
She: "Su Wenjin... don't leave."
When Wen Jin heard Fu Jingheng's rustling voice, her shoulders stiffened slightly. She hadn't seen her for a long time. She was very shy. She was not in good condition at the moment, so she was a little shy to see people. It was strange that no one looked at her. She was fat, thin, ugly and handsome.
She felt it didn't matter, but when he looked at her, she still wanted to be beautiful. Maybe it was because there were many women in his backyard. She used to be young and had the reputation of being the most beautiful woman in Guangli. Now she is twenty-five.
As I age, I have gone through many things and am no longer innocent. Now I weigh 140 pounds, have a big belly and am out of shape, and I feel a stronger sense of crisis.
"Be good, turn around and let me take a look."
"I'm so fat. I'm bloated and unsightly. I've tanned a lot after playing in the desert for several months." She wanted to watch the stars he had seen with him in the desert. She wanted to ride a camel with him in the desert. But she had nowhere to stay.
My belly is not suitable for riding a camel.
"It's okay." Fu Jingheng said warmly, "Girls look best when they are healthy."
Wen Jin felt hot in her heart and was a little nervous. She turned around and saw that he was chasing after him in a hurry. He was wearing a half-worn undershirt and standing barefoot outside the door. His original handsome and picturesque face was thin.
Wen Jin recognized that the underwear he was wearing was made by her two years ago. It had many wrinkles and was still wearing it. She could see pity and distress in his eyes, but there was no disgust or contempt. Wen Jin
I feel relieved.
Her eyes were sore, "Why don't you wear shoes?"
"I heard you were walking far away. I'm anxious to come out." Fu Jingheng never concealed his feelings for her in front of her. He only had this condition: first place in the country and an unclean harem. He used to be obsessed with possessing Wen Jin, but now he also wants to,
But she didn't dare to act anymore and didn't want to force her. I really wanted to persuade her to go back to the capital. Don't waste time here. She should go back to the capital to use the knowledge she has learned. Sitting in the Imperial College is suitable for her. Living a small life here with Jiang is not suitable.
she.
"Oh." Wen Jin scratched the ground with his toes, and the two of them stood at the door next to the house, talking nonchalantly.
Coincidentally, at this time, the person next door was probably annoyed by the sound of Fu Jingheng knocking down the stool and banging the wall again. The man grinned and said: "It's really unlucky. I can't live in peace even if I stay in the inn. It's so noisy!"
Fu Jingheng was unassuming outside, and he felt comfortable being criticized by the common people. It might not be easy to go out, and he would be less aggressive. But he didn't expect that the next door would hold him so resentful when the two reunited, and it wasn't very beautiful in retrospect. He suppressed it.
The voice, like a common man, impatiently said to the neighbor: "Okay."
When I heard his displeased voice next door, there was a certain fierceness in it that had nothing to do with the volume of his voice. His arrogance went down, and he became as quiet as if there was no one next door. He thought to himself that she was not an unwanted girl, but was supported by someone.
Fu Jingheng took two more steps, came to Wen Jin, and looked at her plump cheeks carefully. She used to have an oval face, but now she has turned into an apple round face. Her big eyes, round face, and chubby face are attractive, and her belly is very big.
, he also felt tired when he looked at her. She had more sophistication and experience in her eyes, and he was curious about what she had experienced in the past six months.
He asked her: "Which hand set the winter garden on fire?"
When Wen Jin was mentioned about his heroic feat of escaping from the Winter Garden, he honestly spread his hands, "The left hand held the fire holder, and the right hand pushed down the candlestick."
I also muttered in my heart that the people next door were bullying others, and the emperor would not break down the wall when talking to the other party. It is not easy for a woman to be alone outside. There are still some benefits to having a man, even if he is a cold one, it is better than not having one at all.
"Hmm. The sin on the right hand is more serious. Then hold your right hand and enter the house."
Wen Jin glanced at his cheeks. The thin cheekbones were also obvious, and his eyes looked melancholy. She hadn't seen him for a long time. When she first saw him, she felt that he was so handsome. She had become accustomed to his appearance after seeing him all day long.
It turns out to be more exquisite than I thought.
Fu Jingheng lowered his hand and took Wen Jin's right hand, pressed her palm hard, took her index finger and squeezed her hard.
"Why are you squeezing my hand?"
"I want to squeeze your hand more than anything."
Wen Jin could tell that he couldn't say he wasn't angry. Was he angry because he didn't see her when he returned to the Winter Garden? "I've got my clothes. They're all pink. I especially like the little cloth monkey."
"If you didn't leave from the Winter Garden, you would have received it half a year ago." Fu Jingheng said, "That day I said I would bring a gift back to you. At that time, you decided to run away, and you also told me, 'Okay, you'll wait.
I'.You black-hearted person."
Wen Jin said, "Did you come to see me later?"
Fu Jingheng's throat choked, "Yeah. Call me easy to find."
The tip of his hand was very cold, and when he touched her skin, warmth hit him. He was quite greedy for it. He hadn't had this warm feeling for half a year. Since he was eight years old, her body temperature had given him twenty years.
Great comfort and comfort. He has been like a walking zombie in the past six months, forcing himself to smile and walk around to maintain the balance between his front palace and his harem, but only he knows how he feels in his heart.
Male and female birds fly side by side, and one cannot fly if they leave. This is probably what it feels like.