When Wen Jin heard that he came to propose marriage, she felt relieved. It was not easy. Finally, when she became the Queen Mother and was pregnant with an illegitimate child, she came to propose marriage. The child in her belly would be a legitimate child. It was true that a prodigal son could not buy his return, and it was not in vain.
She had been unwilling to give in to him for more than twenty years.
Wen Jin joked with herself and came to the front hall. She did not enter the hall. She put her hand on the door outside the hall and looked at the marriage proposal inside.
"My dear brother, don't worry. Leave Wen Jin to me. I won't let her suffer any injustice." Fu Jingheng was tall and tall, wearing an ordinary shirt. I don't know how long he had been drinking, but there was already redness in his neck.
I have white wine spots and my eyes are very scarlet.
Calling your father-in-law a good brother must be a sign of drunkenness. Alas, Du Kang, Du Kang. He should be drinking the mulberry drink he is used to. This is a loss of a good person.
Xue Xiangguo was also drunk. He hooked the young Emperor's neck and said intimately: "Brother, you gave the throne to my younger brother Chang Lin, right? This is sincerity. I heard that you are penniless, so you gave me the throne."
The treasury gave it to my little sister Wen Jin who is taking care of it. You can also do cooking and other things. But if you are too handsome and you are afraid of being picked up on the street, everything else is fine. Okay, then you are on the twenty-sixth day of the first lunar month.
Come to marry me. I guarantee it will not be difficult for you. I hope you can take my little sister away smoothly."
Wen Jin's face was expressionless. What a mess of seniority. The Supreme Emperor became famous in a battle with Xue Xiangguo and became a joke in the imperial court. His son-in-law and his father-in-law called themselves brothers. Wen Jin couldn't hold his head up for a while.
Yu Yan and the Empress Dowager who came with her had the same subtle expressions. Xia Ranshuang said awkwardly: "Sister Su, don't dislike it. My son is not a drunkard..."
Wen Jin: "..." Okay, it's Lao Mo who got the stomach perforation.
"Brother... you are a sensible person..." Fu Jingheng fell drunk on Xue Xiangguo's shoulder, "Thank you, good people are rewarded. I wish you a son soon."
Yuyan couldn't stand listening anymore, and Xia Ranshuang couldn't help but apologize to Yuyan, but she didn't expect that the villain had also molested her mother-in-law.
"Brother, I'd like to lend you some good advice while we're all drinking..." Xue Xiangguo replied as if he still had a hint of sanity, but when he woke up he regretted extremely that he lost his mind after drinking and gave his daughter to the Dog Emperor. He would have a clue in this life.
Now that we are in the hands of the emperor, we can have no other thoughts except serving the country with loyalty and loyalty. But no matter what, I and my grandson are the emperor, so everything is perfect.
Wen Jin saw that the two of them were having a great time drinking, so he turned around and left without disturbing them.
The drunken Supreme Emperor saw her figure out of the corner of his eye, abandoned his wise brother Xue Xiangguo, and then chased Wen Jin with empty steps.
Wen Jin thought that he was here and was drunk, so Bao Buqi began to babble again. She was suspicious and wanted to ask about the child in her belly, so she turned back to look at him and walked quickly to the boudoir.
“Ms.
Am I not kind enough, Azhou?"
The Empress Dowager smiled and said: "It is not auspicious to meet before marriage. I will marry you in ten days."
Fu Jingheng was not willing to listen, so he chased her all the way to the door of the young lady's boudoir.
Wen Jin entered the house and closed the door, locking it from the inside. Fu Jingheng came to the door, pressed his forehead against the door, and said aggrievedly: "Why don't you come to the palace to visit me these days? You are very busy, aren't you."
Wen Jin leaned his back against the door and whispered, "Aren't you busy with the imperial meeting?"
"No matter how busy I am, I miss you every day." Fu Jingheng said warmly, "I asked Lao Mo several times, but you never visited me once. These days... you don't miss me.
"
Wen Jin thought for a while and said seriously: "I think about it occasionally, and I wonder what you are doing. Do you have tea and meals on time?"
"Occasionally?" Fu Jingheng was obviously even more sad, "If I don't come to propose marriage, you plan to never take the initiative to find me, right..."
Wen Jin didn't think so. He just hesitated and hesitated as soon as they met. She was really afraid that he wanted to ask her whose father she was. It hurt her feelings. He didn't like to quarrel. He always said
Arguments hurt feelings. Seeing how uncomfortable he endured, she simply hid. Didn't she wait until everyone with amber eyes was clean? "I'm pregnant right now, and I feel that getting married in the first month is too stressful. It's better to wait until the baby is pregnant."
Let’s talk after the birth?”
"When I was in Mobei, I said I would get married when I came back to Beijing. When I was in Southwest, I also said I would get married when I came back to Beijing." Fu Jingheng's voice was deep and full of drunkenness, "How come I met Azhou by the bonfire and regretted it when I came back? And he said he would wait until he got pregnant.
Let's talk about it later, please tell the truth...it's this child..." that has trapped you and left you with no way out. It's no longer a matter of male and female love for me.
"I'm telling the truth!" Wen Jin was so unjust, "This child is yours."
"What...are you talking about? When did I say she wasn't?" Fu Jingheng said in a low voice, "You idiot, stupid goose."
Wen Jin's head was full of questions, what do you mean, "You are stupid. You have no mouth. Your hesitation is uncomfortable."
"Open the door. I have something to ask you." Fu Jingheng pressed his hand on the door, "I want you to tell the truth."
Wen Jin had said eight hundred times that the child was his, but he still refused to give up, so she didn't open the door, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
"Okay. I've been back for ten days. Now I don't even want to meet." Fu Jingheng leaned outside the door for a long time and said softly: "Okay, I won't ask you anymore, okay? Let's live like this."
But Wen Jin was speechless. Just wait, you will know if the baby is yours when the Ai family gives birth!
That night, the two of them had a long stalemate across the door. Afterwards, he was so drunk that he ended up writing the book. Lao Mo and others persuaded him to leave. Wen Jin heard the footsteps far away and opened the door a small crack, and saw his figure slowly disappearing.
In the color of snow.
It snowed heavily on the twenty-sixth day of the first lunar month.
Before dawn, the eaves of the house trembled due to the vibration of the wedding suona.
Wen Jin still remembered that she was sleeping soundly, and at dawn, her mother and servants picked her up and put her hair in a bun, makeup and wedding clothes.
Fu Jingheng gave her a grand wedding. The wedding team was what she had said unintentionally. Wu Xin led the team, Liu Yingfu was second. He remembered every word she said, and he fulfilled every word for her.
After paying homage, they are sent to the bridal chamber.
Wen Jin covered her head and sat in her bedroom in the palace after not returning for many days. The festive silk music played outside for a month. The whole world knew that the Supreme Emperor married the Queen Mother. This...this...this...
.Really quite shy.
The sound of footsteps.
The rosewood door panel was pushed open, letting in some wind and snow.
Fu Jingheng walked into the room and stopped in front of Wen Jin. From under his hijab, Wen Jin could see the red wedding dress on his body. He led her with red silk to worship at the auspicious time in the early morning.
Fu Jingheng quietly looked at Wen Jin in the phoenix crown. She was wringing her hands and putting them on her lap. She was so happy. His eyes suddenly became sore. He finally married the girl he had sworn to marry when he was eight years old. He picked up the wedding stick and said,
But he still didn't lift the hijab off her head. He had pictured that scene in his mind countless times, but now that it had come true, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Your Majesty, is there anything strange?"
"No. I want to see more of you with your hijab." As he said that, Fu Jingheng used his wedding stick to lift the hijab around her neck. When the newlyweds met, they stared at each other.