Old Mo went to see it and recognized it as the Xigong. At this time, the Lord and Master Jin were not in harmony with Master Jin. He was lacking in concern. Old Mo favored Master Jin in his heart, for fear that the Lord would have a good impression of the Westgong and be taken advantage of the situation and captured the Lord's heart. He hurriedly said, "The rain is too heavy, I don't look at it. Master, otherwise you will go back to the study first, and I will find out who it is, and then report to you."

But Fu Jingheng said, "Go and take a look through the bottom of the Buddhist hall."

Old Mo gritted his teeth and had to hold an umbrella, and smiled and said, "Maybe I have inquired about you who have been here often, and I'm interested in coming here to meet you."

After entering the bottom of the corridor, Fu Jingheng stood tall and stood by the door and looked into the temple to see the person kneeling on the ground. He had always clearly had a harem and walked around and talked about something related to the moon. It was not clean. However, he was nostalgic and did not like to change his partners. He was a little repulsive when he had sex with different women. Waking up in beds of different women would make him uncomfortable, and he was used to waking up at the neck of Changlin every day.

There were only Su Wenjin and... Duanmu Fu in their bodies. Most of the other women were neglected. He had been used to the fact that women were trying to attract his attention. There were many people who gave him veils and sachets. Today, the one who took the flood in Guangdong and Guangxi was quite advanced.

"Who is there, look back."

Duanmu Fu was overjoyed when he heard the voice, and quickly got up and knelt obediently beside Fu Jingheng's boots. He raised his face and looked up at the man who was tall and above. He was noble and handsome, which was the yearning of women in the world. He occupied her whole heart, and her heart was about to jump out of her throat. The only person who was his wife was Duanmu Fu, and he couldn't help but say softly: "Your Majesty, it's Fu'er."

Fu Jingheng looked at the West Palace with deep vermilion eyes. Her clothes were soaked by the rain, and her forehead turned red because of kowtowing to pray for the people of Guangdong and Guangxi. He suddenly ran away from the Central Palace and Wen Jin at night. It was an emergency. The West Palace prayed for the people here for the people not an accident, but it should be to arrest him. He persisted for a while. He was lonely left and right, raised his hand, and told her: "Get up."

Duanmu Fu stood up, her cheeks were red and her face was flushed. The gentleman looked so cold that he could see through her tricks, but if he could see through them, it made people feel that he was so cunning and deep. "I won't bother you anymore. I know that you don't like to see me. I'm going back to take care of Jiuer. Jiuer can't live without me, and the children are stuck to my mother."

"Oh. You have maternal love." Fu was a little careless and never cared about Jiuer. Zhu'er asked Lao Mo how many times the Lord could drink Longjing in front of the rain. He was busy and didn't see Zhuer.

"I like children very much! It would be great if you could take time to accompany us mother and daughter... Jiuer is almost two months old, so it's good to look up."

"Busy. No time."

"I am aware of the matter and leave..." Duanmu Fu's heart was also sour. He had time with the concubine in the central palace every day, so he had to leave. This Buddhist temple is the only place to pass from the imperial study room to the central palace. The king has been staying in the central palace recently and passed by here every night. She has come to the Buddhist temple every day to pray for the people. The emperor pays off. The dedication she made on a rainy night was seen by the king.

Seeing that she was leaving, Fu Jingheng was sucking his appetite, and pursed his lips and didn't call her.

Duanmu Fu took two steps, then stopped there with a blushing face, staring at Fu Jingheng, and seducing him with his eyes.

"Don't you go? You won't be left."

"Your Majesty..." Duanmu Fu was coquettish.

Fu Jingheng chuckled, "Yes."

Nishimiya was so red that her heart was so beating because of his charming voice.

Fu Jingheng also remembered Duanmu Fu that Wu Xin of Broken Jade Pavilion killed Wen Jin's puppy, and he was always disdainful of her character, but today she prayed for the people on a rainy night, which really moved him. Perhaps it was because Su Wenjin and him were not completely united, which made him get some cheap comfort and sense of accomplishment from Duanmu Fu, at least the central palace would not flatter him so much.

"You come every night?"

"Yes. As your wife, I should solve your problems. Recently, you are busy with floods in Guangdong and Guangxi. I hope you can contribute to you." Duanmu Fu said slowly: "As the saint of Guangli, praying for the people is my unshirkable responsibility. Also, my father ordered my brother to join the army to investigate Lishan. I am inspiring to completely eradicate the literary and broadcasting for you!"

"Thank you for your reminder, remember the contributions of Duanmu Yimen." Fu Jingheng frowned and gradually became impatient with his words of seeking credit. "A few days ago, the child was baptized. In order to stay in the central palace, he slapped you in the face and asked you to go to the side palace. I feel wronged?"

"Don't be wronged. I know that you like Sister Wen. I and the women in the harem will give in to Sister Wen. Sister Wen has paid a lot for you, not something I can compare to." Duanmu Fu said, and tears came in his pitiful eyes.

"It sounds like it's compromised, why?" Fu Jingheng asked.

"Because I love you." Duanmu Fu answered without hesitation.

Fu Jingheng was lost, and the word "Love" was not difficult, and he felt bored when he heard it. He didn't know what it felt like to say 'I love you' at the right time. He smiled and said, "Go back early and rest."

Duanmu Fu threw himself into the emperor's arms, pressed his cheek against his chest, listened to his calm heartbeat, and asked bravely: "Your Majesty...Are you a Fuer?"

The fragrance on her hair was quite strong. After Fu Jingheng smelled it, he frowned his eyebrows and remembered that the beautiful girl's body smelled on Wen Jin was coming.

After Fu Jingheng left, Wen Jin found that he had a key note and forgot to take it, so he placed it on her desk. She asked grandma to help take care of Changlin. She brought an umbrella and came out to deliver the note. When she arrived at the small Buddhist temple, the rain was blown by the wind, and the skirt and embroidered shoes were soaked. It was windy in summer nights and could hardly hold the umbrella. Unexpectedly, Duanmufu was leaning Fugui's cheek against Fu Jingheng's arms at the bottom of the small Buddhist temple corridor.

The girl was asking him if she loved her, she looked quite shy.

He was also quite patient and really thought about it.

So what is Su Wenjin? Yes, it is the concubine whom he brought to his door without a matchmaker.

Fu Jingheng raised his hand and finally landed on Duanmufu's shoulder. He whispered: "I've been curious."

Perhaps after kneeling down in front of her Daying, after she killed Wen Jin, she was extremely disappointed.

Duanmu Fu is ecstatic, and being curious means having hope.

Like a sword through his chest, Wen Jin was stunned and heard it, and his strength was slowly pulled away. He had never been curious about men other than him for more than ten years, but he had been curious about others and the woman who killed her puppy. It turned out that she was not the only one.

Yes, how could anyone say that there are countless beauties?
Chapter completed!