This was the first time that Wen Jin pointed a weapon at the man she loved deeply. Her hands were shaking violently, and her inner tangle was tormenting her, "Your Majesty, Jiang Huaizhou is not a villain. As the minister of Dali Temple, he brought peace to the people.
There have been many unjust, false and wrong cases. It’s just that he can’t control the general trend of the court. Your heart is like a clear mirror, so don’t kill a good person by mistake.”
"Well. It was a mistake for me to execute a political enemy leader!" Fu Jingheng held Wen Jin's wrist with his hand and gently exerted force. She weakly let go of the beaded hairpin in her hand, and the beaded hairpin fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Just like the relationship between the two people is increasingly broken, falling apart.
"I can clearly see your sincerity after just a small test. Who do you really have the same heart with?" There was a gloomy look in Fu Jingheng's eyes.
Only then did Wen Jin understand that he had no intention of killing Jiang Huaizhou in the first place. Now that civil unrest was rife and foreign ambitions repeatedly invaded the territory, he would not formally declare war with Wen Guang and start a civil war, allowing foreign enemies to take advantage of the opportunity. For now
The most important thing is to get through the disaster first. She can think of the pros and cons, how could he not think of it? He was just testing her reaction.
Fu Jingheng quickly moved his energy and shot a dagger towards Jiang Huaizhou's shoulder blade. With a pop, the dagger passed through Jiang Huaizhou's shoulder blade and sank into the wall.
Jiang Huaizhou's blood wet his clothes. He covered his shoulder injury and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for not killing me."
"Go back and tell Uncle Wen that I saved the Huainan people in this disaster. If one person is missing, I will make him pay the price with blood!" Fu Jingheng said coldly.
Jiang Huaizhou nodded, then looked softly at the direction of the master bedroom of the Dragon Bedroom, and then disappeared into the night.
Wen Jin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that although Jiang Huaizhou was seriously injured, he still survived.
Fu Jingheng drank a lot of wine at the blessing banquet. At this time, he was drunk and pinched Wen Jin's chin. "You are the adopted daughter of the Prince Regent and the adopted sister of the Minister of Dali Temple. You have done a good job. I am attracted by the close connection between you and Jiang Qing."
I'm touched. Look, I ignored the advice of the Military Aircraft Department to save you, and now you are making me unable to hold my head up in front of Mr. Liu from the Military Aircraft Department! You have personally proven that keeping you alive was the wrong decision!"
Wen Jin was startled, he was the one who saved her from the military aircraft department, and said softly: "You are drunk, I will help you take a bath."
"Well...serve me." Fu Jingheng held her in his arms. He was extremely angry, but also extremely gentle. He put his fingers on her belly, and said to her warmly with his narrow red eyes: "My dear, what do you think we should do?
What position will kill the baby in your belly?"
"Fu...um..."
Her mouth was blocked by a domineering kiss.
The passionate kiss with a sense of punishment started from bed and went all the way to the bathroom. Her clothes soaked by the rain and his flamboyant dragon robe were scattered on the traces of their walk.
In the warm pool water, he forced her to drink a lot of strong liquor. It was unclear whether it was alcohol or pool water on her body. His slightly cool tongue tasted the nectar on her skin, and he tied it around her ankle with a warm smile.
The red rope bell tried its best to please every sensitive part of her skin, forcing her to become a moaning slut under him despite her pregnancy.
Finally, he pulled her ankles up, and with the clear and melodious sound of the bells, he walked towards her and placed the silver holder in her palm under the water.
"Put it on for me."
Wen Jin was like a lost ship in the sea, rising and falling in the whirlpool of passion created by him. Even though he was planning to murder her child with bloodthirsty, he was still gentle. The cold silverware in her hand suddenly woke her up.
, she looked at the man who was as cold as Pluto and shrouded in anger.
She raised her fingers and traced his sweat-covered chest, and finally sighed quietly.
"What I'm carrying in my belly...is your child."
Fu Jingheng's body trembled suddenly, with a look of shock in his eyes. He stopped suddenly before firing his bow, and his breathing became uncomfortable and tight, "What did you say?"
"I said, I am pregnant with your seed, and the wild seed in my belly that you tried to murder is your child..."
There was a bang in Fu Jingheng's head. He stared at her soft cheeks and couldn't take his eyes away for a long time. He smiled with his teeth, then suppressed his smile and frowned.
Wen Jin looked at him nervously, wondering what he would do with the child in her belly. He said that she was not worthy of being pregnant with his heir.
Fu Jingheng moved away from her, and sat on the glass steps for a moment with his clothes on, sweat beads rolling down from the delicate and perfect arc of his jaw and dripping into the pool water.
Wen Jin hugged her body tightly, the bells on her ankles made a muffled sound under the water, and her slender legs were looming under the water, exuding an alluring aura.
"Are you pregnant with Chang Lin?" Fu Jingheng looked at her intently, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Yeah." Wen Jin felt sad. It turned out that he still remembered Chang Lin. She thought he had forgotten it a long time ago. It must have been five years ago. When he was sending her to swing in the garden, he suddenly asked her what would happen in the future.
How about calling her Chang Lin when she has a child? She looked back from the swing to see his figure coming and going from far away, pretending to be angry at him for wanting to give birth to a child for you.
"How many months are you pregnant?"
"More than three months."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"You were pursuing Xue Ning before, and you didn't come home for three months. The imperial doctor diagnosed you with pregnancy last month, but you never had the chance to tell you. Later, I wanted to say that you said that I would abort the pregnancy, so I didn't dare to tell you.
." Wen Jin told the truth.
"The child is not yours alone. You should have told me earlier! If you want to give birth secretly, the mother is more valuable than the child?"
"I... don't value the mother for the child." Wen Jin hugged him and told him calmly, "I want this child. It is fate that this baby chooses me to be her mother. If you don't want her, I will
You can raise it yourself.”
"What do you want to raise? "Water Margin" or the Trident?"
"I...since I plan to have a baby, I can raise it. There is no perfect way. You can become the leader of a beggar sect even if you are a beggar, right?"
Fu Jingheng didn't speak immediately, just clenched his hands and looked at her for a while, "It's been more than three months. It is indeed possible that it was my seed. The time you and Jiang Huaizhou were fooling around in the lake was two and a half months ago."
"I didn't mess around... you just messed around..." Wen Jin lowered his head and muttered in a frustrated voice. He didn't believe her gullibly, but he didn't deny her completely, but it seemed that he didn't intend to continue murdering the elder.
Lin Liao, it’s because tiger poison cannot eat its seeds after all.
Fu Jingheng didn't hear clearly what she muttered.
"Your Majesty, my subordinates have something to report." Liu Yingfu from the Military Aircraft Department said outside the door.
Fu Jingheng put on his clothes and got out of the bath. He handed the dry bath towel to Wen Jin, "You dry yourself and go back to the room to get under the quilt. I have business, so I will go out for a while. Let's talk about it when I come back."
"It's okay if you don't come back...I...I've finished my words. You can go to Yilan Palace or Yuehua Palace to rest."
Fu Jingheng narrowed his eyes, "Who is the emperor?"
"You...you are."
"I thought you were." Fu Jingheng passed the bath towel forward, "You will go to bed tonight. I will not go to Yilan Hall, nor to Yuehua Hall. You will be the one doing the ordering tonight."
"I can't sleep with you when I'm pregnant. It will hurt the baby."
"So what if I hurt my son." Fu Jingheng lost patience, "I told you that you would sleep with me tonight, do you need to repeat it a second time?"
"Stop...shut up...go and get busy. Mr. Liu sounds very anxious, so you can jog over..." Wen Jin urged.
"You!" Fu Jingheng gritted his teeth.
"..." Wen Jin took the bath towel with wet eyes, wrapped it around her body, and wrapped herself into a white silkworm chrysalis. Then she followed him to the bed, and threw the silver tray into the depths of the bath.
Goodbye, never see you again, Silver Toto.
Fu Jingheng noticed her little move, but didn't say anything.
Wen Jin came to the bedside, wrapped herself in a quilt and wore obscene clothes and pants. The ambiguous bruises and bruises on her body were hidden under the fabric.
Fu Jingheng walked into the hall, turned back to Wen Jin, who was huddled in the quilt, and warned: "Don't lie to me about the child. This is not a trivial matter. If you lie to me about a matter of principle, you will be left with nothing to eat."