As the prince said when he was a guest in Guangli a few years ago, he gave her a snow-white pony and tied it in the stable of Shuixie.
But Wenjin already had Red Rabbit and didn't find Daying's pony novel.
When she was with Fu, she received so many gifts that nothing else could impress her anymore, let alone a hot gift from the prince of an enemy country.
After Wen Jin killed the rabbit given by the prince, she set fire to the pony given by him. She was kind-hearted and would adopt orphans, chickens and ducks. But she would not hesitate to burn the pony given by the prince of the enemy country. She
Although she is a woman, her awareness of friend and foe is clear.
Nangong Jue watched from the high platform as she set the horse on fire. The horse's neighing challenged his nerves. His eyes were fixed on her pale and stubborn face, and there was fire in his eyes.
Ever since Daying Nan Gongyi warned the prince to calm down in the palace that day, the prince did not come to attack her. He only watched her life on the waterside from the high platform. This took away Wenjin's mood for walking. She stayed in the house all day long and refused to leave.
After the door was closed, she sat in front of the window and read a book. The books in Daying were much rougher than those in Guangli, a large country. It was okay to read them to pass the time. After all, she had no life, so just read books. She couldn't do it at any time.
Give up yourself.
It's mid-December, the southwest winter is wet and cold, and some winter rain begins to fall in the evening. Wen Jin didn't close the window. Today, he took a book of biographies and read it. Because he was feeling weak, he leaned on the soft couch by the window.
Fell asleep.
After falling asleep, I dreamed that she was reading a book in the Little Kingdom Supervisor in the Winter Garden. She was wearing that red cloak, and she was with that man in the winter garden in the snow, looking at the yew trees. I also dreamed that when I was a child, I played with him around my grandma, holding hands.
She ran wildly beside the long palace wall. She also dreamed that he gave her a medal for being a worthy queen, and he accompanied her on a camel ride in Maha to look at the stars. Later, he left before her.
In the mist, a cold wind mixed with drizzle blew in from the window. The twilight was closing, and the room was gradually getting dark. A few maids were playing lattice outside, laughing quietly.
A gust of wind fell on him, and Wen Jin felt a chill, and then he slowly opened his sleepy eyes.
Then I saw that a small dim lamp had been lit in the house at some time. In the dim light of the candle, there stood a handsome figure, it was him.
Fu Jingheng slowly walked towards her from the bed with a thin quilt. He was wearing the navy blue uniform she had made two years ago. His face was covered with green stubble, and his face became more and more handsome.
Wen Jin thought that she had not dreamed of him in April, and finally he came to her dream. She smiled warmly at him. She had not spoken for a long time, and stretched out her hand to pull his sleeve tightly. There was still a scar on his sleeve.
The wind, rain and humidity outside the window made the dream very real. She called him in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty... you have come to see me..."
Fu Jingheng's eyes fell on her sleepy almond eyes. He walked closer and put the quilt on her body. He picked up the book that had fallen on her chest after she fell asleep and put it on the table. His eyes were deep and suppressed, and he looked at her carefully.
With a beautiful face, he raised his hand to gently caress her cheek, with some pity on his rough fingertips, "Good boy, you are much thinner. Why don't you go to bed and sleep. It's cold by the window."
Wen Jin obediently leaned her cheek against his warm palm, remembering that after he was poisoned, his body was cold and painful, but in her dream, his hands were warm. The old man said that dreams are reversed, and it was indeed true.
She asked him: "Do you still feel cold? Does your body still hurt? You didn't go home and knock on the door that day. I have been waiting for you. I have thought about the corruption case of the Yuzhou governor, and I will tell you.
Bar."
"It doesn't hurt anymore. Everything is fine." Fu Jingheng said calmly, his eyes locked deeply on her cheek, and his heart was already broken. "We will discuss the case of the Yuzhou governor later."
"Oh, you're all better." Wen Jin thought that if he went 'there', he should not feel the pain, nor the cold, so she said, "Stay with me. I miss home, I'm alone
It’s been too long.”
"I know you're homesick. You won't be alone when I come. I'll take you home." Fu Jingheng stretched out his hand and planned to wrap his arm around her slim waist. As soon as his fingers touched her soft body, the door panel was closed.
Someone rang the bell.
Wen Jin's sleepiness disappeared and she woke up. She looked at the door. She thought it was the maid delivering dinner or Dr. Zhao who came. When she looked back, there was no figure of the king beside her.
Only the curtains and windows on that side were gently swayed by the cold wind.
It's a dream. Only the soul of the deceased can come and go freely in the enemy's palace. Otherwise, how could the deceased king appear in the enemy's palace?
In the dream, the king said he would take her home.
Wen Jin ignored the knock on the door and lowered her head to see that she was indeed covered with a thin quilt. She thought the maid had put it on her body. She picked up the biography and read it again. Without even looking at it, the door was knocked again.
The prince's voice sounded outside the door: "Jin'er, this is Nangong Jue."
When Wen Jin heard that it was him, he remained silent. He was not a relative, so it didn't matter who he was.
"Your brother came to Daying as a guest to discuss the treaty and establishment of diplomatic relations with me." The prince whispered outside the door: "I know that you are homesick. Now your brother is at the palace banquet in Huayang Palace. If you want to talk to you
Brother and sister, let’s meet and let’s talk. I’ll take you there alone.”
Wenjin sat up after hearing this. Brother Azhou was here. Brother Azhou, who had grown up with her, might have rescued her if he saw her trapped in Daoying. However, Wenjin then thought about herself in the desert.
Bei broke up with Jiang Huaizhou, and Jiang Qing severed the brother-sister relationship with her before leaving that day. She also said that if you look back, your brother is no longer there, and she felt that maybe Jiang Qing would not save her, but would only think that she had brought it upon herself.
But Wenjin still didn't want to give up any hope of leaving Daying.
"Okay. My brother and I haven't seen each other for a long time. Please take me to the Huayang Palace Banquet." Wen Jin put the book on the table, lifted the thin quilt on her body, went to the closet to get some thick clothes and put them on.
.
"You are finally willing to speak out. It's too difficult for you to say anything." When the door opened, the prince stood waiting for her outside. When the door panel opened, he saw her face and almost dropped the umbrella he was holding in his hand.
, he held the umbrella tightly and reached out to hold Wen Jin's hand.
Wen Jin subconsciously moved his hands away.
The prince took it for granted, walked beside her and asked her, "Don't you like that pony?"
Wen Jin had nothing to say to him again.
The prince said softly: "Why live in the past? People should cherish the people in front of them. I will treat you well."
Wen Jin paused and looked at him sideways, "How many Guangli people have been killed today? Which general in your country has the best performance?"
Nangong Jue remained silent. The atmosphere was unpleasant, "Wen Jin..."
Arrived at the palace banquet.
Nangong Jue pointed to his seat, "Sit next to me."
Wen Jin looked at his seat at the lower left of the old emperor, and his concubines cast a subtle look at Wen Jin.
Jiang Huaizhou was sitting on the right side of the guest's seat. He had not seen him for a long time. As the new emperor of Qiu Li, Jiang Huaizhou was much more mature and steady.
Jiang Huaizhou's eyes fell on Wenjin, and then he looked away, as if he saw a stranger he had never met before, it might be worse than a stranger.
Wen Jin tried to call out with a trembling voice: "Brother..."
Jiang Huaizhou's hand holding the wine cup without hesitation brought the wine cup to his lips and asked Nangong Jue: "Who is this girl who made a mistake?"