Everyone is so angry, the Lord is angry!

Are you crazy about reading with me?

She actually retching in front of the lord and the imperial concubine. She thought she was too busy and wanted to die!

Wen Jin lowered her head in panic. Because she knelt for a long time, her body couldn't bear it. In addition, she had no appetite after she became pregnant, and her morning sickness reacted strongly. Finally, she couldn't help but make a sound of morning sickness. In addition, she was really disgusting for so many years, the step sister's pretended tone of speaking...

Xue Ning's face was so angry that she hid her handkerchief on her face unhappily, and she wanted to cry: "I'm asking you to be the master of me. Now even a low-class slave can ride on me! I'm vomiting to me! If there is no explanation today, how can I gain a foothold in the harem in the future!"

Wen Jin's eyes turned red, his eyes lowered, and he knelt quietly, lifted the curtain with his hands respectfully, his stomach rolled in, and he wanted to vomit again...

Fu Jingheng's cold eyes fell unhappily on Wen Jin's red eyes, and his fingers closed.

Wen Jin shrank and stroked his stomach, because she abruptly made his concubine, and he got angry! He had never stared at her with such a fierce look in the past. She suppressed her nausea and morning sickness reaction, slowly opened her eyes and did not look at him.

Today, she knelt down to make him look good. Although she is docile, she is not a coward who can be slaughtered. She is just used to being wronged for him and really loves him deeply.

I can only say that I only see the new people laughing, but I don’t hear the old people crying.

The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and her hands, which were lifting the curtain of the sedan chair, were trembling with sourness. The emperor did not allow her, the servant, to put his hands down.

How would he make the decision for his concubine?

Will she kill her with her body?

Fu Jingheng withdrew his gaze from Wen Jin's eyebrows, turned to Xue Ning, and smiled pamperedly: "How can I decide for you if my beloved concubine?"

Xue Ning said coquettishly: "I want you to punish this bitch to kneel here for a night! Let her have a long memory, so don't lose her etiquette in front of the emperor in the future!"

Wen Jin's hands tightened on the curtain of the sedan chair, her joints turned white, and she knelt overnight. Can the child in her belly still be kept?

Fu Jingheng sneered, "Does she be punished to kneel outside the Yilan Palace and be upset? I have a better way to repair her!"

Wen Jin's eyes were blurred, and he had a better way to fix her. He despised her as annoying, and she could not cry. At least not in front of him and his bride now.

Xue Ning was extremely proud and said excitedly: "What can you do to fix this bitch?"

Fu Jingheng brushed his wide robe and sleeves against Wen Jin's slender body, and the cold true energy threw Wen Jin to the ground, "Get out of the confinement of the slave, don't appear in front of the imperial concubine forever, it's annoying!"

"Your Majesty, you really don't know how to be merciful." Xue Ning held a smug smile on the corner of her mouth, "The bitch deserves it! My mother said that the little bitch and her mother are not worthy of being a real wife! Only beauty like her and mother are worthy of being the original wife! Now she is a noble concubine, only two steps away from her original wife.

There were sarcasm all around, and everyone was watching Wen Jin's jokes. After following Jun Shang for nearly twenty years, what if you are childhood sweethearts? You are abandoned like a friend. How could you like a little companion to read? It's just a little fresh and curious!

Wen Jin fell to the ground, and some flesh and blood were worn on the ground. She was so painful that she held her hand. When she raised her eyes, the sedan chair was empty. I guess the Lord had already carried her concubine into Yilan Palace.

At the gate of the hall, I saw only a corner of his robe that was rolling with the wind, and I felt indescribable and indifferent.

Concubine Xue's lewd bell-like laughter rang in the yard.

Everyone went into Yilan Hall to circle around Concubine Xue and the large stage in her yard.

Wenjin, alone, lay alone on the ground.

The back of his hand heated up, and Wen Jin's tears finally fell and hit the back of his hand. He disliked her kneeling outside the Yilan Palace's door and was obsessed with him. He disliked seeing her. She trembled with her shoulders and choked and said, "Grandma, Brother Heng asked me to get out, Brother Heng...he doesn't want me anymore."

Grandma helped Wen Jin up from the ground, patted the dust off her body, and comforted her: "Don't cry anymore, good boy. With Grandma here, Grandma will make the decision for you."

"Grandma, I'm fine..."

Back at Long's Bed, Wen Jin sat quietly in the small window for a while.

The mother's grudge is not as bad as her children's affection.

A few days ago, news came from Jiang Huaizhou, the minister of Dali Temple. The case where her mother had an affair with her husband and both committed suicide by taking drugs has recently been clues. She needed to go to Huainan and meet the insider. Wen Jin's mother left when she was less than seven years old. That day, she hid at the door and saw her mother's body uncovered and a man hugging on the bed. Xue Xiang was furious and stabbed Erjian on his mother's body, and took away the surnames of her and her brother and sister. Since then, they have become bastards without surnames.

In my memory, my mother always sat gentlely under the candlelight, sewing needles and clothes for her father and the three brothers and sisters. She would also touch Wen Jin's hair and say that girls should be polite and upright, and read more, and be self-proclaimed. Such a beautiful mother would not have an affair with others.

Wen Jin vowed to find out the person behind the scenes and restore his mother's innocence during his lifetime!

My father Xue Xiang became more and more confused and pampered his stepmother and step-sister lineage. Her youngest brother and sister were living in her parents' home. Recently, she had a lot of trouble at home because of her youngest sister's schooling. Her step-mother said that she would study in a wild place, and that she would just hook up with men after studying. She would have any daughters if she had any mother.

The secret battle between Prince Wen and the adoptive father who gave her surname was also in a turmoil. Now she is abandoned by the Lord while pregnant.

Many troubles made her heart turn in a while, and she couldn't help but sigh, but the girl must be strong.

She looked around the bedroom, and the pink curtain was her preference.

Fu Jingheng liked dark colors. She was sitting on his lap and wrapped around his neck, pulling his earlobe and talking to him, black gray and dark blue, lifeless, she wanted to arrange his bedside into pink.

At that time, he just put the tip of his nose against her nose and smiled at her, saying that it would be fine if she liked it.

Wen Jin sighed and put his mood away. People cannot live in beautiful memories. Life is not just about men and women. Some people disperse as they walk. They always need to face reality. Life can continue. One person can live well. The enemy who killed his mother and the enemy has not found out, and his body has not been cold and he died unjustly. The younger brother and sister also rely on the care of her elder sister. She cannot fall down because of emotional frustration.

Wen Jin stood on a large chair, took off the hooks decorated with pink curtains one by one, and then replaced the thick light gray curtains.

Then she took off all the pink sheets and mattresses and changed them to light gray.

She packed up her makeup box and the beads she put on Fu Jingheng's desk in the bedroom, and put her own clothes, shoes and socks into her bag.

She didn't move the pink small items that Fu Jingheng gave her before, such as Yu Ruyi, pendant, and pink Little New Year's beast sculpture with her teeth and claws.

She cleaned up the traces of her life in the house, as if she had never lived here.

Wen Jin was cleaning up in front, and grandma took out her clothes one by one behind, "Girl Jin, are you leaving? You really go to the slave? The bad guy was confused by the vixen next door for a while. He must not really drive you away to the slave! To him, you are not a slave! You are his life!"
Chapter completed!