"Brother Jiang and I are not a couple. I have done nothing wrong. So I have no intention of running away." The tips of Wen Jin's ears felt hot. Her every move must be under his surveillance. "Furthermore, Your Majesty has made an appointment with Youshi."
The common people face the saint, and the common people dare not disobey orders."
"In Nanguo, Huainan, the people ate the relief grains sent by Fu Jingheng and were poisoned. Thousands of people were seriously ill and several hundred were mild. The world is calling Fu Jingheng an unprincipled and ignorant king!" Fu Jingheng's face was cold and he smiled softly, "Thanks to you.
,I am now infamous!”
Wen Jin's thin body trembled suddenly, "Fu...listen to my explanation."
"It seems that you have been defending and enjoying it. But I have heard enough." Fu Jingheng said sternly: "Your character disappoints me to the extreme! I can tolerate everything from you, but I cannot tolerate you colluding with Wenguang to harm the people!"
Character... extremely disappointing.
If Wen Jin was hit hard, her fair cheeks gradually lost color, "Can you give me... one last chance to argue?"
"Don't listen to the witch's sophistry!" Liu Yingfu said with an angry look on his face: "Your Majesty, please issue an imperial edict. I will immediately order someone to take this detailed work to Nanguo and execute it in public! In order to make the rumors known to the world, we will restore your innocence. Don't lose the people's heart!"
"
"Your Majesty, please calm down." Duanmu Fu suddenly said softly: "Sister Wenjin may have her own reasons, and she did not intend to betray you! You are so tolerant and accommodating to your sister, and you are even obedient to her.
, how could she cheat on you and betray you! Even if she has a dog, she still has feelings, let alone the one who grew up with your childhood sweetheart?"
As he spoke, he looked at Wen Jin with disdain.
Fu Jingheng clenched his fist tightly, and his eyes on Wen Jin's cheek were full of disappointment.
Mo Gan was so anxious that he almost had an endocrine disorder. What should he do? Your Majesty wouldn't really behead Lord Jin's son. Wouldn't that make him a widower?
"Hey, daughter, please don't be stupid!" Imperial Master Duanmu said in a deep voice: "This spy made a big mistake and passed the news to the regent, so that Wen Guang secretly caused chaos and caused the king to lose the people's support. It is really an unforgivable crime and a heinous crime.
, Death is not a pity! My daughter, you are too kind, why do you plead for the lackey at this juncture!"
There was a smile on Duanmu Fu's lips that disappeared briefly, "My daughter has realized her mistake."
Everyone is blaming Wen Jin.
Wen Jin stood in the middle of the imperial study room with his eyes lowered, feeling extremely helpless.
The bookends and calligraphy on Fu Jingheng's desk are still the ones she prepared before, and the furnishings have not changed. However, the situation now is different from the previous reading with red sleeves. In the past, he would hold her hand and write and draw with her.
This time she came into the royal study as a criminal to accept the punishment and trial of the lord.
She bit her lip and said nothing.
Fu Jingheng stared at the helpless Wen Jin.
"Your Majesty, please give me an imperial edict to root out the spies!" Liu Yingfu said again.
Imperial Master Duanmu also said: "Your Majesty, please issue an order to eradicate the evildoers!"
The knuckles of Wen Jin's fingers that were holding the handle of the food box turned white. She stood there, her hands and feet trembling. She was frightened by the guards outside who were detaining the prisoners. She was also extremely frightened by being taken to Huainan and beheaded.
"What...are you carrying in your hand?" Fu Jingheng did not respond to the words of the Military Aircraft Department and the National Master. Instead, he cast his complex eyes on Wen Jin's eyebrows and asked her unexpectedly, his voice even gentle.
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"I...I was worried that you didn't eat during the whole day of discussing politics. After I came back from Xue Mansion, I went to the small kitchen to make some wontons for you." Wen Jin said warmly, the flour on her cheeks and the tip of her nose making her pretty face
He looked extremely embarrassed, "When we parted ways in the morning, I asked you if you would still eat wontons at night, and you nodded, right?"
Fu Jingheng's heart softened suddenly, "Yes. I nodded early in the morning."
The scene of chasing and playing with her around his grandma in the early morning appeared in his mind.
Wen Jin said softly: "Fu... do you want to eat some wontons now?"
"When did this happen? You are still sensationalizing to win your Majesty's intolerance and sympathy!" Duanmufu said softly: "Your Majesty, you still have to be more careful. Mr. Liu and my father are right. It is the servant who is foolish. Careful work
The boiled wontons are probably poisonous. Your Majesty cannot eat them."
"What Fu'er said is absolutely true! Your Majesty, please be careful." The Imperial Master agreed.
Wen Jin slowly lowered the food box and lowered his eyes lonely.
"Send it over." Fu Jingheng said with a warm voice.
Wen Jin's heart suddenly hit, "Yeah."
Duanmufu suddenly clenched his hands tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, and he stared at Wen Jin jealously.
Wen Jin put the food box on the dragon table and put a bowl of chubby wontons on the table.
Fu Jingheng looked at the wontons, looked at her with flour on her cheeks, raised his hand and swung the wontons to the ground, and named her personally: "Xizuo!"
The wonton fell to the ground, the soup splashed all over the floor, the chubby wonton was exposed, and the bowl was broken. Wen Jin's heart seemed to be broken. He personally marked her with a delicate mark, and her heart felt like it had been stabbed.
The bloody hole was so painful that she couldn't recover for a long time.
Wen Jin's eyes were red, so he squatted down with the food box and picked up the broken bowl and wontons. The porcelain fragments cut his fingers and a lot of blood flowed out.
Fu Jingheng saw the blood on her fingers. The hand that was burnt while cooking wontons in the morning had new injuries. It was so glaring, "What are you doing?"
"I'm cleaning up the broken bowls." Wen Jin answered simply and straightforwardly, still as gentle and tolerant of his bad temper as before, "It's time for you, Brother Heng, will you take me to see Judge Zhang to check my pulse?
"
"I won't take you to check for a pulse." Fu Jingheng's heart suddenly twitched, and Wen Jin's voice describing their child's appearance sounded in his ears again.
-Fu, do you think the baby looks like you or me? Our child must be good-looking, right...-
"You let me into the imperial study..." Wen Jin put the broken bowl and exposed wontons into the eating box, and asked in a trembling voice: "You don't trust me, and you don't want to take me to see Zhang Yuan to check my pulse."
, you want to give me to Liu Yingfu and Imperial Master Duanmu, and escort me to Nanguo to behead me, right?"
Fu Jingheng looked at her red eyes and the flour on her cheeks, narrowed his eyes slightly, "Yes."
A smile flashed across Duanmu Fu's eyes. After someone dies, he will no longer occupy the emperor's bedroom.
Liu Yingfu stared at Wen Jin with cold eyebrows.
"I asked you that day at the Yong'an Street Courtyard whether you had written a leaking letter to Wenguang. You answered me with the word 'no' that day." Fu Jingcheng took out a stack of letters from the drawer of the Long Desk, and suddenly threw it on the Wenwen.
On Jin's face, "Because of your word 'no', I have been jumping for joy for half a month! What's the result? Today, I got your letter revealing my secret."
Wen Jin was hit in the face by hundreds of letters, and her face turned red with embarrassment. She took two steps back before she could stand still. She looked at the letters on the ground, unable to argue.
Fu Jingheng slowly pushed the latest letter from the desk in front of Wen Jin, "I ask you again, have you ever written a letter to Wen Guang that revealed my secrets?"
Wen Jin's heart felt like it was being pinched by someone's hands. The pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe for a long time. She looked at the letter that Fu Jingheng pushed on the desk.
Letter: The adoptive father is generous. The daughter has won the trust that the emperor is pregnant with a dragon heir. She can work with the adoptive father to conspire to seize the country. The emperor has ordered people to start flower fields and two granaries in Qingxi to help the untouchables. The adoptive father should respond as soon as possible! The word Jinqin.
Wen Jin fell silent.
"Wen, as long as you say no, I will believe you!" Fu Jingheng's voice actually trembled, "Say...no."
Wen Jin pursed her lips with difficulty, but still did not speak.
"Why don't you say anything?" The hope in Fu Jingheng's eyes was slowly replaced by coldness, "Tell me that you have a clear conscience, tell me that the child has eyes like mine, a mouth like you, a nose like me, a chin like you, and fetal movements like a fish blowing bubbles.
Tell me! Didn’t you gain my trust? You almost gained my trust. I happily asked someone to check the minister’s office to clear your name. Why did you remain silent?”
"Fu, I'm sorry." Wen Jin was so frightened by Long Wrath that he shivered, and finally said softly with his remaining sense: "I said at the Yong'an Street Villa that I had never written a letter to Lao Wen. I... lied to you."
"Okay." Fu Jingheng suddenly closed his eyes and lowered his eyes to hide the hurt look in his eyes.