Jiang Huaizhou clenched his hand, then walked through the door and waited quietly, living under others, and was always like this, so he could only watch his beloved woman possessed by the Lord.

The Lord didn't even need explanation, so he sat down next to his fiancée's bed in a panic. He was afraid that the Lord would suddenly take Jin away. He... could not stay under others all the time!

Fu Jingheng took out a handkerchief and wiped Wen Jin's forehead with a sweat, guarded her side by her bed, looked at her face carefully in the candlelight, and did not kiss her while she was sleeping. He liked to kiss those who were awake, consciously, and more pleasure of conquest.

Wen Jin didn't wake up until dawn the next day.

When he woke up, he saw Fu lying beside her bed and asleep. His jaw was a little green and he looked quite haggard. Wen Guang had just been expelled from Beijing by him, and Fu Chang came to court again. He had troubles all the time.

He was like a child who did something wrong, guarding carefully beside her bed, holding her wrist with his hands and refused to throw it away.

She hated him and blamed him. Whenever he saw her like this, she would be soft-hearted and confused.

Wen Jin tried to pull his wrist out of his hands, and Fu Jingheng woke up. He opened his eyes with red silk in his eyes and asked her, "Does he feel better?"

Wen Jin nodded, "It's much better. Nothing bad. Yesterday was all going well?"

Fu Jingheng nodded, "It's not going well. It took four hours to go through two hours."

He is explaining.

She understood as if she didn't.

Wen Jin had a relationship with him, "Good things will hurt."

"I broke the appointment yesterday. I asked you to wait. I was still angry?"

"without..."

"Kiss." Fu Jingheng hugged her opposite and kissed her, and pressed her on her forehead for a long time, "Good things happen, how can you do?"

Wen Jin's ears were burned, and he kissed her for a long time as if she had been waiting for her to wake up for a long time.

Old Mo hurriedly took down all his servants, and thought to himself that he suddenly kissed him. The king became more and more reluctant to avoid others. He never did this to others. He was told that in the west of Qinghu Lake... No, I won't mention it.

Wen Jin had no strength and couldn't push him away. He clenched his teeth and bit his tongue. He stopped in pain. Seeing that she was about to hide, he put his hand on her slender waist, "I figured it out. She instigated the broken jade pavilion to frame you."

she.

He mentioned it first.

For the first time he took the initiative to mention his woman, she was stunned. It was rare, not always high and extremely mysterious.

"She?" Wen Jin asked knowingly, but he still minded, "Does she refer to your queen?"

"She is the West Palace." Fu Jingheng looked at her, unwilling to admit the word "Queen".

Wen Jin asked again, "So is it the queen?"

"I failed you."

Wen Jin was a little aggressive, "Is it the queen?"

"Yes." Fu Jingheng added, "The Queen of the West Palace is not the one who sleeps with me in the Central Palace."

Wen Jin's eyes were red.

He said, and handed his new little lion dog to Wen Jin, "This is a purebred Shih Tzu, and he is also called Ada."

"Your queen killed my Ada." Wen Jin was forced to get angry and said weakly: "This is another dog, not a puppy I have raised for eight or nine years. I understand your difficulties. You cannot denounce your queen for one of Wen Jin's dogs. But please understand me. If you don't buy a new puppy for me, I will jump around and laugh with you again. King."

Fu Jingheng locked the man in his arms, but no matter how tightly he hugged him, he felt more and more distant, "How can you smile with me?"

"Where did you come from?" Wen Jin asked.

Fu came from Jinhua Palace in the West Palace and was unwilling to be in harmony with her because of the dissonance of women. He lied and said, "Imperial Study."

Wen Jin looked at the inconspicuous petals of wintersweet on his collar and clothes, and knew that he came from the West Palace. There were many wintersweets planted in the West Palace. The imperial study was planted with pine and cypress. She lowered her eyes, "I don't want to smile with you anymore. That day, until I think you are redundant, you will leave your life. I think you are redundant now. You drove Jiang Qing out of the door, making him feel embarrassed."

"Let him come in and accompany you, can you smile with me?" Fu Jingheng pursed his lips, "I'm lying, Xigong came here. It's better to say that you are better. Not even worse."

Wen Jin doesn't say anything.

Fu Jing took a moment, and saw that her little face was not smiling, and her eyebrows were no longer curved. "You are allowed to raise a couple. How many concubines in the Western Palace will give you a couple of couples in Wenfu to take revenge on me. Do you want to laugh with me?"

"I don't need a face-to-face!" Wen Jin's eyes were red, "I waited for you four hours yesterday. You said you would go to the Golden Palace in two hours. The ghost of breaking your promise. The snow is so heavy."

"Be good, the wick cannot be lit." Fu Jingheng explained bitterly, but the wick cannot be lit at the wedding with another woman. What's the use of explaining? He touched her and she hid from him.

She said: "You just lied."

"You..." Fu sighed, "That's because you're worried about your feelings."

"You have wintersweet petals on your neckline." Wen Jin whispered: "You are worried that I should remove it before I feel it."

"I didn't see it." Fu Jingheng looked down at the collar, took off the petals, and was restless all over her body because of her bang. She easily angered him. All her calmness and self-control collapsed in an instant, and she was angry with her like a young boy. He was also scared, "Okay, I know I'm redundant, I'll leave."

Fu Jingheng raised his hand and asked Jiang Qing to come in to accompany Wen Jin. He stood by the window, watching Jiang Qing feed her soup, hand her a sweat towel, and take care of her meticulously. He was quite close to her during his movements.

After watching for a while, he kicked over the vinegar jar and was reluctant to continue watching. He hugged his new Xi Shi puppy and left Wenfu, twisted the petals of wintersweet and threw them on the ground. He threw them closer and made her hate him when she saw him, which dirty her yard.

Seeing that he left, Wen Jin pulled the quilt and covered his head and curled it into a ball to sleep. No matter how Jiang Qing coaxed him, he refused to let his head out of the quilt.

Wen Jin was depressed for a month after the death of the dog, and then she was able to get out slowly. Jiang Qing chased her very tightly this month, and came to accompany her every day and bought her various gifts. She was still unable to lift her spirits and neglected Jiang Qing.

But Wen Jin was already annoyed and numb to the man. Even Jiang Qing didn't want to see him very much. She was more willing to be with Yuzhen, Baoyin and Changlin.

Getting married to Jiang Qing has become a responsibility.

Wen Jin was a little wild. In one month, she opened four or five restaurants and inns and socialized with many merchants. These merchants were told by a big shot that they wanted to be serious businessmen, so they rushed to teach her business secrets. She asked someone to take care of the restaurant, and she made profits behind the scenes.

Kang Ruili was actually a little calculating. She settled the accounts with the two or three restaurants she had run, and she had six or seven restaurants in total. Wen Jin asked her to be the second in charge of the restaurant. Sister Ruili became generous, and she was no longer the pitiful person who was almost knocked out by the landlord on the street last year.

Liu Hu took the spring exam, took a sesame document, and worked in Dali Temple. Wen Jin gave her a great use in previous years. He said that there were actually several original questions, and he was so happy that he gave Wen Jin 200 eggs.

Wen Jin found a job as a teacher in the Imperial College. What he learned and taught was boring and interesting, and his life became fulfilling.

The material conditions are getting better and there is no longer a shortage of money.

Except for the lack of Fu, it's all good.

Wen Jin realized that it was time to sue Er Niang to Dali Temple.

After being idle, Wen Jin still likes to bask in the sun with Sister Ruili at the entrance of the small breakfast shop "Jinli Hotel", chatting with the old man and the old lady. She knows that everyone has added a needle in the Broken Bridge Hutong. It feels so comfortable to break the mouth. She must like to chat when she is old.

The old men and women in Duanqiao Hutong all like her. The plaque at the door of the Tofu Brain Shop in Duanqiao Hutong was handed down by the emperor.

She was basking in the sun with Sister Ruili, and she was a little disgusted. She was familiar with this reaction. She became pregnant and was pregnant with Fu's second child.

Kang Ruili asked her, "Jin, do you want this child?"

Wen Jin's face was pale and panicked. He calculated the day and must have been pregnant that night on the residential building. But the next day she asked Zhang Yuan that verdict that he had taken the ward off soup.

Recalling the unpleasant experiences of Changlin when she was in Huaichanglin and the secret secret of her father when she gave birth to Changlin, she could not bear the second illegitimate son and said for a long time: "No."

These days, Fu Jingheng comes to Wenfu every night to visit Changlin, but he does not chat with Wen Jin, but asks the wet nurse to carry the child out to show him. He carefully does not disturb her or get close to her.

This night, spring rains are pouring.

It’s March. It still snows in February, and it rains in early spring in March.

Wen Jin was holding Changlin at the bottom of the corridor watching the rain. Fu Jingheng came over Wen Mansion. Lao Mo was holding an umbrella with him. The corners of his clothes were wet with the rain, his robes were a lot wet, and there was mud on his boots.

Lao Mo said, "The carriage broke halfway. He was nostalgic. He was reluctant to change the old carriage for many years. The carriage was placed halfway, and he walked over in the heavy rain. He also came across the mansion without any obstacles. Even if he suffered..."

Fu raised his hand and interrupted Lao Mo, pressing his lyrics under his tongue.

Wen Jin's eyes were soft and he didn't speak. He loved to be clean, and his feet were so dirty. Why didn't he wait for his subordinates to send other carriages to come over?

He passed the corridor and brushed the rain away with his hands. He turned his feet to see Wen Jin at the bottom of the corridor, staring at him.

Fu Jingheng whispered: "Why are you waiting for me today? In the past, Sister Zhao was the one who happened to tell you something."

After a pause, he looked up and down at her bulging breasts, and removed her pink cheeks, "I'm a little fatter. Jiang is taking good care of her. How many pounds are you doing?"

Wen Jin said, "Ninety-three."

Fu Jingheng's heart moved, "Okay. Better than Eighty-three. Better than in the palace. But you are thinner in the palace, not because of the imperial chef, but you are blamed on Dad Changlin."

Wen Jin saw that his thin lips had lost blood, as if he was not very happy. I don’t know what happened to him. He didn’t say anything for more than a month. She knew that he came every night and had seen him in the small window several times. She was a little restrained and said softly: “I have something to tell you too.”

"My mother will talk first." Fu Jingheng hugged Changlin in his arms, kissed his little face, and said, "I miss you so much...my goodness. Have you taken good care of my mother? What do you say to you on weekdays? Have you helped her prepare for your marriage with your Uncle Jiang? Do you want to kill Uncle Jiang? No, your mother will be angry..."

He said again: "Good."

Wen Jin's cheeks were inexplicably hot.

Changlin has been four or five months old, and was amused by his father and laughed. He had a baby teeth under him. He was very cute. He called Baba Mama, ah, hey, his tits are so silly that Old Mo likes it so much that his face is intoxicated.

He got close to Changlin for a while, then handed the child to Zhao Jie'er and took him down. He said to Wen Jin, "Where do you say it?"

"Get into the house."

"I'm so brave, it seems that Xiao Jiang is not here."

"He is also open to me." Wen Jin entered the house first.

Fu Jingheng then stepped into the house. She leaned against the window and he leaned against the wall. They were quiet for a long time. Wen Jin smelled the strong smell of medicine on his body, even overshadowed his fragrance.

Extremely strong medicinal smell.

He was quite weak, "What did I get in the way of your eyes? I haven't been quiet enough in the past month? Looking at you and Jiang Enai, I didn't say anything. How did I remember me?"

Wen Jin condensed him.
To be continued...