She had no strength left and had enough trouble. She was exhausted in his arms and stopped struggling.
His breathing became tighter, and it was as if he had spent several lifetimes of emotion calling her softly in her ear: "Su Wenjin..."
Wen Jin stopped sobbing and fell into a dead silence. Tears were so valuable. She hoped that she would never shed another tear for Fu in this life. Because it was not worth it, she was not at a loss. She also gained fame, fortune, and a political partner.
His body was very cold, and she was shackled in his arms, feeling the coldness of winter in the middle of summer.
She suddenly realized that the man who loved her most in the world was Jiang Huaizhou, whom she had let down time and time again. For the first time, she reflected on whether she had truly made a mistake and whether it was a mistake to have shown no hesitation to the emperor. But now, the man for whom she had lived and died several times, she
Regretful at first, she thought that she had been humble enough. She was not reconciled to the twenty years of love she had devoted to her. They had grown up together since childhood and had experienced so many hardships. Why did they become strangers.
Grandma said: If you stay alive, you will get better.
Then live a good life. I am only over twenty-five years old, have two children, my mother is still alive, and my younger brother and sister are fighting for each other. I cannot die just because I love the wrong person. I want to live longer than Fu Jingheng, so I sent him and his mother away, Chang Lin
After ascending the throne, she became the queen mother, engaged in business, opened schools, and did some good things for the people. With the help of Lao Xue and Lao Su, she was recognized by the world and was quite prestigious.
With two children and a high position, life can be lived.
The emperor put out the candle, and his cold and strong kiss fell on her lips and tongue. If he still loved her deeply, his skin was not good-looking, covered with scars, and toxins entangled his body to form black lines, which was very ugly. So he put out the candle.
candlelight.
Under the moonlight, Wen Jin seemed to see the helplessness in his eyes and the loneliness that could not be resolved. He was only twenty-eight years old. She felt that his thoughts were like those of an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life. In the past, she could not help but express his tangled eyebrows.
He calmed her down and urged him not to worry, don't worry, don't worry, advised him not to worry. At that moment, she held the quilt and did not touch him.
It's quite unexpected. He usually likes to have bright lights so that he can see her clearly. Today, the emperor with three thousand beauties actually put out the candles shyly, fearing that she would see his scarred body.
His touch, which used to make Wenjin feel happy and throbbing, now became numb and she physically rejected her husband. When he said with a gentle face that Qianchan was his love at first sight, she realized that Qianchan and
She and the women on the west bank of Daoqing Lake are different to him. When he said that she was not a child who grew up in a sound family, she had tinnitus and physiological heart pain at the time. Why use her childhood to hurt her? He knew she was disdainful.
In her childhood, he made her hate him and hate him deeply.
It’s probably not inferior to the morning sickness I experienced when I was pregnant with Chang Yi, Chang Lin, Chang Yun, and Chang Ning.
How could there be such a despicable and selfish man in the world who could take advantage of a woman to the extreme and even lose 40 pounds by acting? How deep is his desire for the throne?
"Have you recovered? I haven't hurt you for a long time. It will hurt..."
His voice was slightly lowered, and it rustled against the shell of her ear. He raised his hand to open the bedside drawer and took out the ointment that made her feel less sad. He eagerly hoped to find his own sense of security by combining with her. He only had her.
...She was so warm, and the chattering of his teeth caused by the cold poison had eased. He couldn't bear to leave her, he wanted to be closer, closer.
Wen Jin spontaneously pulled out the hosta from her bun. Before he could get her, she decisively pierced the hairpin into his shoulder blade, stopping him from attacking her and preventing herself from falling unconscious under his dragon robe. The hosta pierced the flesh.
The sound made both of them think deeply. They were husband and wife, but they were like enemies.
The pain made Fu Jingheng freeze up suddenly. He couldn't believe it. She loved him very much in the past...she stabbed him...
"Don't touch me again in the future. You make me feel physically uncomfortable and physically disgusted. I am only close to my lover. My lover died in my heart on the day I returned to Beijing. My Emperor."
Wen Jin spoke with a cold voice. She pulled the hosta out of his skin coldly, and he followed her with a soft chant. She never thought that one day she would reach the dead end with him, nor did she expect that she would stab the lonely girl with her own hands.
He was helpless, because he had made her so sad and disappointed. He was no longer the ambitious young man in the corridors of the cold palace, nor was he the emperor she once thought he was, who was still trying to protect her even if he was in a difficult situation.
He is a despicable person who deceives women's feelings through and through.
"What did you call me?"
"My emperor."
"So alienated. I'm still Brother Heng."
"My brother Heng died on the way back to Beijing after watching the stars with me in Mobei. Who are you now? I don't know you."
"I was thrown into the cold palace because I was disgusting." Because he was disgusting, his father probably changed his clothes while carrying him to see the stars, so he didn't leave the country and the country to him.
Fu Jingheng was also a sensible person and did not continue to greedily draw warmth from her body. He could have as many women as he wanted. It was most difficult to get Su Wenjin's willingness. He put the ointment back in the drawer. Knowing that she was coming back today, he took the ointment in advance.
Pregnancy medicine, but it doesn't matter. If you don't get close to her, she won't suffer from pregnancy.
He rubbed the fabric of his clothes, sat up on the edge of the dragon bed, rested his forehead and said nothing for a long time. Suddenly, in the night, he deliberately continued to push her away from her. He said, "The memory is mine, right? The color of his eyes is different from mine."
.Long memory is the black eyeball. I am the amber pupil. You have spent more than half a year outside."
"Chang Yi was conceived before I left the palace. Zhang Tingxin diagnosed her. You were also present." Wen Jinru died and chuckled: "Your father gave birth to me in his dream. Chang Yi was born with you."
Half-brothers."
"Well." Fu Jingheng said in a low voice: "As long as the child is mine. May I ask who you gave Luo Hong to?"
Wen Jin was quite surprised that he didn't get angry because she insulted his respected father. Didn't he respect and admire his father the most? Why not say anything? He was full of secrets, but she had no interest in discovering them. "Give me
I gave it to you when I was a patron of a brothel. I gave it to you when I was five years old. I don’t know how many times I have answered you.”
Fu Jingheng felt pity.
In surprise, Lao Mo reported to the outside world: "Sir, Nanfan is wide open. Fu Chang sent a secret letter to ask him to enlarge the 100,000 troops stationed in Nanfan and add 400,000 cavalry to our Guangli border! General Song Cheng has taken command over the border.
You have led your troops to fight against Daying, and Daying has broken its alliance contract with you and started invading the Guangli border!"
"Elaborate," the emperor responded.
"Daying's cavalry is strong. It is said that the horses have poisonous weapons on their hooves, and their wrists are damaged. They burn, kill and loot. The desert bulls are like ghost bandits. He has an old grudge against you! But although I, Daguangli, are a large country, we have mediocre humanities and style.
Shuru, Song Cheng only has 150,000 troops on the border, and the situation is critical, so he urgently reported to Beijing for support."