"I'm sorry." Wen Jin clasped his hands, "I was just anxious and wanted to stop you from executing my brother. I didn't really want to hurt you. I just wanted Lao Mo and Zi Shu to stop."
Fu Jingheng suddenly took the beaded hairpin and said, "Don't you want this beaded hairpin?"
"Huh?" Wen Jin didn't understand her question.
"I took it back."
"My hairpin." Wen Jin clutched the hairpin without losing it, "I want it."
"Not anymore. In other words, from the moment you betrayed me, this hairpin is no longer yours." Fu Jingheng took the hairpin away without any hesitation.
Wen Jin felt a sudden pain in her heart, and her hand hurt from being pulled by the pearl hairpin. It was the first victory he won in an expedition when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the trophy he won was also the first gift he gave her. He has skills.
Yes, the adoptive father left the most ferocious foreign enemy of the Southern Barbarians to the young him to deal with. It was nominally to train him, but he just wanted him to die on the battlefield.
Fu Jingheng also knew that the Nanman were difficult to deal with, but he led his troops to meet the enemy and won the battle. He also won a group of subordinates who followed him to death. She waited for him at the city gate every evening at dusk, despite the frost, scorching heat, wind and rain.
Still, I still remember the scene when he came back from riding a horse wearing a battle robe, with a stubble on his face, and scars all over his body, and inserted a hairpin for her under the city gate like a treasure.
Now he has taken back the pearl hairpin.
"Betrayed you?" Wen Jin was puzzled, "What do you mean? Can you explain it more clearly? I have never betrayed you!"
"Watching you act makes me feel quite chilled."
The color of Wen Jin's lips gradually drained, "Yeah. Okay. Then I won't act anymore."
They didn't speak for a long time.
In the room, there was the sound of her hungry stomach drumming.
There was also the sound of his drunken and deep breathing.
"Are you hungry?" He broke the dead silence.
"Um."
"What to eat?"
"Thin noodles."
"Okay. Wait, I'll cook something for you."
Fu Jingheng left the room and walked in not long after with a bowl of thin noodles with scallions, poached eggs and thin noodles. The sleeves of his dragon robe were rolled up, revealing an arm covered with scars. His body under the clothes was all hooked up.
scar.
The servants in the kitchen and courtyard knelt on the floor, in disbelief that your Majesty actually cooked noodles for Master Jin to eat.
Wen Jin looked at his scars, and she added a new scar on his neck, feeling guilty and distressed.
Wen Jin smelled a familiar aroma. He didn't know how to cook. The only thing he was good at was this poached egg noodle soup with chopped green onion and sesame oil. When she used to have menstrual cramps, she would huddle on the bed and not move. He would cook this noodle for her to eat. Later, he
After ascending to the throne, there was a team of royal chefs, and the dishes became more complicated, such as Buddha jumping over the wall, bird's nest and shark's fin, phoenix tongue and deer tendons, but they still felt that the oil-free steamed buns and thin noodles with chopped green onion in the cold palace were more delicious.
She betrayed him? Where to start? She was very unwilling. So the reason why he hated her was because he thought she betrayed him.
Fu Jingheng put the noodles on the table and said to her in a warm voice: "Come over and eat noodles."
Wen Jin did not ask him pretentiously if he said she was wasting food. Instead, she did not break this rare moment of warmth. She sat down under his sight and finished the noodles in small mouthfuls. She licked her lips and said sweetly to him: "It's delicious."
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When Fu Jingheng saw her smiling, he felt a little dazed. He scratched the broken hair on her forehead and said, "White-eyed wolf."
"I'm not a white-eyed wolf. I'm a stray cat that was abandoned by my owner."
speechless.
She sat at the table and flipped through the Water Margin, while he opened the memorial that she brought back to the bedroom. She first began to carefully touch the scars on his arms with her fingers, then gently blew on the wounds on his neck, and said sorry to him.
, he looked at the memorial coldly, just clenched his fists, there were veins on the back of his hands, but he did not stop her misdeeds.
She couldn't remember what happened the night after. She was suddenly held by him and sat on his lap while she was dozing, or she dozed off and fell into his arms. In short, when she realized it, she had already
He was beaten and carried onto the dragon bed.
He was so drunk that he put his cheek on her belly and talked about many past events. He also asked Jin Yatou if she remembered the graffiti on the palace wall when we were children. He would also say with red eyes that Jin Mei stabbed him with a pearl hairpin.
It hurt so much. He suddenly held her cheek, kissed her cheek without any rules over and over again, and said solemnly: "When I have time, I will go to your biological father to propose marriage, so that you and your mother won't be left in the dark."
It’s divided. As long as you didn’t cheat me with Chang Lin…”
Wen Jin felt warm in her heart and asked with a trembling voice: "You...what did you say?"
"Fu Jingheng has already married you in his heart..."
Wen Jin's heart beat wildly, remembering the first time Cheng Huan covered her head with red silk, "Brother Heng... you, what are you talking about."
"I love you..." Fu Jingheng's warm voice hit her ears with an intoxicating drunkenness, making her head roar.
The midnight watch sounded outside, and on the third day of September, she celebrated her twenty-second birthday. On this ceremonial day, she heard three words that he had never said to her.
Wen Jin's eyes suddenly blurred, as if she had lost her ability to speak and could only ask this question. She asked him in a trembling voice, "What did you say..."
"I love you." Fu Jingheng bit her ear and called her: "Duanmu..."
Wen Jin felt chills all over her body and felt so uncomfortable that she was about to die. It was her twenty-second birthday, the third day of September, her beloved Duanmu.
You see, the past stories about the graffiti on the palace wall that he mentioned earlier were all about her, and he also talked about giving her the title of mother-in-law, and also said that he loved her, but then he changed his mind and called his fiancée Duanmu by her name. He really
Very bad, right?
Wen Jin looked at the wall and stayed up all night.
Fu Jingheng looked at her profile under the candlelight. In the Huainan Inn, she mistakenly called him her Huaizhou brother. He was not satisfied. He always remembered that he was a person who must avenge his revenge. He didn't know what she was doing right now.
Whether the mood in her heart was the same as his at that time, it should be different. After all, her heart did not belong to him. Therefore, his revenge did not hurt her.
Wen Jin waited until the sound of Fu Jingheng's breathing in his ears gradually became smoother, then he took his arm away from his waist, then put on his coat, went to get the medicine box, and helped him apply the wound on his neck that was pierced by the hairpin.
Got some medicine.
He had the habit of drinking warm tea to refresh himself early in the morning. She brewed a pot of warm Pu'er, placed it on the bedside table, poured a cup, and then prepared the court clothes he would need to wear when going to court and placed them in front of the dragon bed.
On the couch, from the details, it seemed that she was just like his wife.
She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him intently for a while, recalling the past and his words of "I love you" that did not belong to her. She touched his browbones that seemed proud even when he was asleep, and fell silently.
After a moment of tears, she was about to leave. The bell on her ankle rang softly. She lowered her hands to untie the bell and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his clothes. She shouldn't take away anything that belonged to him.
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Wen Jin picked up the book and trident and stepped on the first ray of rising sun in the morning, leaving the palace sadly with the pain he had given her on her twenty-second birthday.
He stepped out of the palace gate with his left foot and his right foot was still inside. He looked back at the green tiles and red bricks. The place where he had lived for many years had graffiti from his childhood on the wall. On the graffiti there was a silly grinning person.
She and him, now the paint on the wall is also mottled. He once said that he would repaint the wall. Maybe one day these graffiti will be covered up by the new paint.
In this world, there is no one we can't live without, and there's no one or thing we can't live with, right?
When the love that belongs to her can turn into love, she will be free and no longer hurt.