Early in the morning, Wen Jin was sleeping soundly, and there was a slight itching and pain on her chest skin. She half-opened her sleepy eyes, and saw the master with picturesque features buried in her chest. He was very angry when he got up, and his teeth were grinding her teeth.
pain.
During the past half month, he had been pressed on the dragon bed as a pet, and he was used to being woken up in this way every day. If he had it in his heart, he would not know that she was pregnant and still not care about her every day. She had small bleeding and showed signs of miscarriage several times, but he did not
He didn't ask the imperial doctor to ask for medicine. Every time he did it, Wen Jin felt painful in his heart. What was it like to be loved and cherished by him? Kang Ruili said that after she got pregnant, Ahu would rather solve the problem himself than harm her and the fetus in her belly.
Wen Jin knew in her heart that he was coaxing her to go home because she could not be separated physically, but the words "Fu Jingheng misses you" made it impossible for her to refuse. He did not use an imperial edict to force her to come back, but stayed in Yong'an Street Villa.
After spending half a month with her, she felt confused about being loved and hoped to live with him on Yong'an Street for the rest of her life.
But when she returned to the palace, she discovered that in the past half month, he had hired several new Baolins and arranged them in the row of palaces opposite Daoqing Lake. He had done a good job in time management, and she did not find any clues in the past half month. She felt cheated again.
After pouring a basin of cold water on her, her identity as a bed slave has not changed. He handles it very well, and women all have boundaries.
Wen Jin couldn't help but take a boat to the other side of Daoqing Lake to have a look at his Baolins. He also saw Wenwen and Wenwen reading poems and writing with the Baolins in the garden. Xue Ning was also among them, but Wen Jin was the only one.
Jin was isolated in the Dragon Sleeping Room and was not invited. Didn't she have the status to attend their high-class gathering? So she took the boat back to the Dragon Sleeping Room again.
Sitting on the roof, she had the urge to be like a wild goose and jump down with outstretched arms. Thinking about the jade and precious silver, she was not willful after all, because committing suicide is the stupidest behavior for a man.
"Fu, do you still eat wontons for breakfast?"
Wen Jin gently touched his messy bun. It was not as meticulously combed as it was during the day. At this time, it was rather lazily and casually scattered on his shoulders. The first thing he did every morning was to make out with her.
This habit is as unstoppable as drinking water.
She still feels sorry for him. In her eyes, he is always the little boy who huddled under the eaves of the cold palace and was bullied many years ago. Therefore, even if he does something excessive to her, she still does not blame him and will try to
She understands him, but her heart is gradually being torn apart.
She doesn't know where her bottom line is. The bottom line has not been touched so far. Maybe in love, she has humbled herself to the dust. If it weren't for her mother's case and the studies of her younger siblings were holding her back, she would have been in despair because of her relationship. Her mother said: OK
alive.
"Um."
Fu gently agreed, then put his arm on her side and had sex with her for a while. His narrow waist was covered with thin sweat. After all, because she was pregnant, he couldn't enjoy himself to the fullest. He felt like he was half full every day.
He kept catching her, his cold fingertips went from her forehead down, and finally pinched her nose and kissed her mouth forcefully, but she resisted and bit his thin lips.
Apart from keeping silent about the child in her belly, he was obedient to her, even doting on her. He even stopped mentioning her betrayal and betrayal of him, as he kept it in his heart.
A few days ago, the Jingsi Room sent her a record book of sleeping arrangements. She was four months pregnant. Fu Jingheng's grandmother passed away ten years ago. He was guarding her grave in the imperial mausoleum. He abstained from women for ten days and did not touch her. She is pregnant.
The time didn't match up, and Wen Guang was celebrating his birthday during that period, so she and Jiang Huaizhou went to Wen Mansion to celebrate his adoptive father's birthday, confirming the fact that Jiang was a wild caste in her belly.
The cold light in his eyes when he looked at the sleeping brochure made Wen Jin flinch every time.
But he didn't quarrel with her anymore about the child. He read the bed book and managed not to have an attack. Maybe he had had it many times before and was too lazy to do it again. It wasn't his anyway and he was used to it.
Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed gently and forbearingly and watched her sleeping for half the night. He sighed helplessly and hurt. After three nights of silence in the imperial study room, he lost a lot of weight.
Wen Jin was quite unaccustomed to him not losing his temper and humiliating her. It seemed that separation at her parents' home was still useful to deal with headaches. He couldn't live without her arms. She prepared a 30,000-word sincere letter about things that were not recorded in the sleeping book.
The explanation was of no use, but the relationship deteriorated greatly, and the cold violence made her cry silently.
Lord Fu didn't like to chew on the same thing eight hundred times, but just like what he said when he was drunk that night, he admitted that it was not his, unwilling to become a quasi-"stepfather", and entered a state where he wanted to tear him apart.
He is in a situation where he cannot defeat her.
But Wen Jin felt wronged and aggrieved in her heart. This kind of cold violence towards Chang Lin without talking about it made Wen Jin even more painful. She was not suitable to be a plaything, but she had no bones to come back with him. She couldn't blame others, and she shouldn't
Because he said "Fu Jingheng misses you" and he was confused.
In the past few days, he had been complaining that he was addicted to the shrimp wontons cooked by Wen Jin. He wanted them in the morning and at night. Nothing cooked by the imperial chef tasted good anymore. The reason he woke up so angry today was because he didn't eat wontons yesterday.
In the past half month, the few Baolins who were newly admitted to the palace failed to cook Sichuan, Cantonese and Hunan dishes for him, nor did they add Northeastern hard vegetables with finely ground sesame oil. The imperial chef was afraid of losing his job, but the Baolins had all practiced good cooking skills and were naive.
The man who took a romantic boat trip across Qinghu Lake to find Wen Jin to learn from him said that he is really picky about his words.
The palace became lively, Wen Jin smiled less and less, his court wings became more powerful, and his actions became more aggressive and domineering.
Wen Jin also looked at it, even if she was pregnant and loved sour food, she couldn't be jealous every day, so she held a tutorial class to teach the recipe of Shopee Wonton in detail. He still didn't buy Baolin's blame, saying that someone else's Shopee had a wrong way of putting it into the pot.
The Baolins were embarrassed and asked Teacher Wen to teach Xiao Pi the correct swimming posture.
Yesterday, the Ministry of Etiquette arranged for His Majesty to go out to accompany the official lady to the lake. Wen Jin said that she was ill and could not make wontons for him. She was not big-minded and could not accommodate too many wontons. She was not suitable for the emperor's big room, and he refused to eat them.
The imperial cook, Bao Lin, went out to accompany the lady to the lake with Long Yan on an empty stomach. He was also hungry at noon, and he had a bad manner and refused to take care of the food for the lady. The lady of the official family was so hungry that she wanted to die and shouted to the emperor if he wanted to come back.
Let's have a dinner date at home and then make an appointment, the Lun family... The Lun family is hungry, and they are afraid that beating drums in their stomachs will be disrespectful in front of the emperor.
He almost fainted from hunger last night and forced her to make wontons with a cold face. He pointed at the tip of her nose and told her that she was not virtuous at all. Whoever marries her in the future will suffer bad luck for eight lifetimes.
Wen Jin refused to make wontons and instead cooked black duck blood soup for him. She made all the mistakes and said, "Go ahead and marry me. Marrying the daughter of a political enemy will leave a political stain on you. You will be remembered by historians and be infamy for thousands of years. His face will also be bad."
Blackened, but still didn’t kill her for the sake of wontons.
The two had a night of bad blood.
Early in the morning, Jin Mei poured rain and dew on her for half an hour, begging her for mercy with a gentle tone, and Jin Mei coaxed her with sweet words for another two moments. Wen Jin turned a deaf ear to her and softened her heart.
Afterwards, Wen Jin got up and went to the small kitchen to cook wontons.
Fu Jingheng put on the undershirt that Wen Jin bought for one tael of silver again.
Wen Jin looked back and didn't know why he had been wearing this undershirt for half a month. He wore it during the day, and at night Lao Mo washed it and dried it overnight before wearing it the next day. He was the most thrifty person she had ever seen.
He was the emperor. The one tael of silver he spent was really worth it. This stingy way of dealing with it made her want to buy another one for him to wear in rotation!
Wen Jin prepared the filling flour and made shrimp skin wontons. After the water boiled, he put the wontons into the pot.
She was still cooking. I don’t know when Fu came. He stood slantingly at the door and watched her cooking. She had not yet combed her hair into a bun. Her long hair hung loosely on her ears. She was very gentle and was heading towards
Put plump wontons in the steaming hot pot.
He didn't know how long he looked at it. He took a deep breath and hugged his bed slave from behind her. He put his chin on the crook of her neck and traced her eyebrows with his fingers. He watched her busy with sleepy eyes as the breath of waking up gradually dissipated.
.
"Whether I won money by pushing Pai Gow or not, how can I show kindness today? I thought I would be hungry for another day. It was despicable to boil black duck blood last night."
In the past few days, Wen Jin has indeed been playing cards with her grandma and a few pleasant-looking Baolin, and won a lot of money through partnership. She was frustrated in love, and was proud of the casino. She found a way to get rich in the harem. Many thanks to him for constantly filling the harem.
Even though grandma scolds the king, women cannot influence the king. "Didn't you teach me step by step how to be despicable? Can I learn quickly?"
"My favorite disciple. I am willing to bow down to you."
At this time, Mr. Meng, who was in charge of the Ministry of Etiquette, reported outside the door: "Your Majesty, today's schedule for the day is as follows. In the morning, we will go to the military training ground to inspect the troops. In the afternoon, we will meet with foreign guests at the Military Machinery Pavilion. In the evening, we will work with Miss Duanmu to tailor clothes for making clothes.