"The fever is gone." Fu Jingheng gently stroked his hand on Wen Jin's forehead. His touch was warm and no longer hot. "Who am I? Do you recognize me?"
"Fu..." Wen Jin's throat was dry and hoarse, almost speechless.
"Too stubborn. Hit the sword." Fu Jingheng breathed a sigh of relief. She was confused by the fever last night. She pulled his sleeve and called her mother all night, which made him soften. "Want to die?"
Wen Jin struggled to sit up, her arms hurt. She was very stubborn and very chaste at heart. Yesterday, he pointed a sword at her. She would rather hit her than have him stab her with his own hands. She frowned and looked carefully.
His haggard face could not help but move his heart.
"My behavior in writing to Wenguang hurt your heart, didn't it?"
Fu Jingheng's eyes turned a little red, "Anyone can betray me. Why is it you?" My...wife.
Wen Jin felt sour in his heart, "When did you find out?"
"Four months ago." Fu Jingheng pursed his thin lips, "I accepted the harem from the day I became a disciple."
"I've disappointed you, haven't I?"
"More than that."
"Did you stay with me all night?" Wen Jin sighed, "I look very tired. Go take a nap and rest. Even the affairs of the court and the people are inseparable from you."
"Concerned about me?" Fu Jingheng tapped his slender fingers on the two hundred and forty leaked letters written by Wen Jin on the table in his hand, "It sounded extremely ironic, like poison to the ears."
"I really care about you. I know you don't believe it. Those are actually my handwritten letters. I'm surprised that someone is imitating my handwriting, using me, and confusing people." Wen Jin put her hand on her heart, "I know I'm
You are already dead in your heart. There is a crisis of trust, and any radical I say will no longer be innocent. I also feel guilty, but..."
Fu Jingheng pressed his thin lips into a thin line and asked again for a long time: "Why you."
Wen Jin's breath was choked, "You can't allow me to pick out the letters I wrote. Can you carefully examine the difference between them and leaked letters?"
"In my heart, you are dead. There is no essential difference between writing one letter and writing two hundred and forty letters. They are all betrayals." Fu Jingheng responded, "I am extremely disappointed. There is a three-year-old child in Nanguo who ate relief grain and his intestines were removed from his navel.
When it came out, I was heartbroken and filled with anger. Zishu and Liu Yingfu led the officers and soldiers to transport it hard, but it turned out to be a murderous poison. The child is only three years old, and he can't even speak clearly and goes through the dangers of this world! You are really vicious."
vicious.
Wen Jin felt bitter in his heart.
"You are a good emperor." But he is a heartbreaking spouse. Wen Jin was completely hurt by his serious words. She closed her eyes hard and her throat was choked. His heart was so generous and could tolerate it.
Everyone in the world could not tolerate her alone. She could make decisions for everyone in the world, but she alone chose to leave her indifferent back.
No matter what, she was unwilling to give up. In the final analysis, she still wanted to gain his trust in her little heart! She had tried her best and even used her life to explain.
She hoped that she could be the woman who stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Was she not worthy in the end? After all, she was just an incompetent jobber who had lost her body and mind. She naively thought that, as a political enemy, she could end up with him...
Mo Gan whispered: "Master Jin, last night the king held your hand and didn't let go. He didn't close his eyes for a moment. He was afraid that something might happen to you. Even if he caught the seal of Qingxi and Huatian written by you,
Letter, even if the people are in dire straits because of this letter, Your Majesty still cares about you in his heart..."
Wen Jin's heart was filled with longing because of Lao Mo's words, and she looked for signs that Fu still cared about her from other people's mouths. After all, the expressions of Liu Yingfu from the Military Aircraft Department and the Imperial Master who wanted her life were terrifying. If it hadn't been for yesterday Fu kept her safe, fearing that she would have been taken away to be beheaded.
"Old Mo, don't talk too much." Fu Jingheng rubbed his painful brow bone, and then locked Wen Jin with his tired and red eyes, "I'll keep you company all night to tell you personally that you and Wen Guang, Jiang Huaizhou’s sinister plan to use his unborn child to seek the throne was aborted! I will not let you succeed!”
"My adoptive father did have this plan. But Jiang Qing and I did not. Jiang Qing and I have the concept of right and wrong, good and evil. I love my country and respect my master, and I am tired of saying these three words."
"Unjustly accused?" Fu Jingheng pursed his lips, "I want to ask you, have you written a letter to Wenguang?"
"I…"
"Have you ever written?"
"I wrote it. But..."
"That's enough! Just admit it." Fu Jingheng interrupted her ruthlessly.
"I can't even explain it anymore."
"Save it!" Fu Jingheng said, "Snake and scorpion."
Wen Jin's self-esteem was shattered. She was not vicious, nor was she a snake or scorpion, nor was she the bitch he once called her. She would even take in stray animals. She picked up Ah Da from the street and raised him. Big one, she thinks she is full of love, self-respecting and self-respecting, she is not vicious, he wrongly blamed her! Who... can help her...
The longing in her heart was shattered.
But she did write letters, and the plot did betray him, and it was indeed the work of a dishonest person who wanted to be his wife. But if he was willing to let her pick out the ones she had written, he would find the difference.
He guarded her all night. It turned out that he wanted to tell her personally that she was a vicious snake and scorpion. She felt exhausted both physically and mentally. She had been tired of explaining things lately and didn't want to explain anymore. She was not innocent either.
"You made me feel my mother's unwillingness before she died. It turns out that this is what it feels like to be mistrusted and isolated by a loved one. This is probably what it feels like to end up with hatred." Wen Jin smiled bitterly, and her mother said in her ear, Jin, live well. , "I still love you, I love you so hard. Isn't it sad?"
"Shut up..." Fu Jingheng's shoulders were shaken. The people were suffering, and his reputation was ruined and he was insulted by the world. He was overwhelmed by anger and vented all his resentment on the culprit, the thin and thin Xizuo. "You know you When I personally said the word 'written', how did I feel in my heart? This place... my place is like a knife being twisted."
He put his hand on his heart and looked at her quietly.
"Fu..."
"We're fucked."
It's over.
Seventeen years of companionship.
Seven years of trust.
it's over.
Wen Jin resented him and felt sorry for him at the same time, "Will there be any trouble if you fall out with the Military Aircraft Department and Duanmu Imperial Advisor for my sake? In your game with the regent, you need the help of loyal ministers, and it is not easy to have political disagreements. Did I get you into trouble?"
"Since I can do it, I can withstand it." Fu Jingcheng frowned.
Wen Jin put on her embroidered shoes, but her shoulders hurt. She didn't have the capital to be pretentious. She weakly walked to the desk next to him and stubbornly sorted the letters into two categories. She was shivering a little because of the heavy frost and dew in the late autumn morning. .
Fu Jingheng kept looking at her, and was moved by her strength and stubbornness, so he did not stop her, and quietly moved his sleeves to cover the window to block the autumn wind.