He even felt that she and him were really over, but then he thought that she would not really leave him, she couldn't bear to leave him, they had a son, she had two miscarriages for him, she had his name and imprints on her body, even if she left, she would soon bring the child back to him. She was just angry, and he did not let go of the barriers to comfort her.

His principles and fatherly revenge did not allow him to bow his head.

Even though she was so helpless in the rain.

He could not conquer a weak woman!

Duanmu Fu's eyes were very proud. When she looked at Wen Jin, she seemed to be looking at a disgraceful tomorrow Huanghua. She held the emperor's arm and smiled like a flower. She fell out of favor. She often fell out of favor. She must visit her when she often entered the cold palace.

Wen Jin was defeated in this relationship. The emperor and the empress were sheltered from the rain in the corridor, and she watched the emperor and the empress in the rain outside the corridor.

In midsummer, I felt like the coldness of the three winters.

"Say 'Lishan'." Fu Jingheng narrowed his eyes half-squinted and ordered Wen Jin, "As long as you give in, I will take you back to your room to love you. Be obedient."

"I wish you a happy marriage."

Wen Jin did not give in and compromise. Even if the bad father died in the end, she did not want to give up the knife and make up for it. No daughter killed his father for love, right?

Not making a sound is all she can do.

Fu Jingheng tightened his hands, "Okay. Thank you. I won't send you there anymore. Go back and have a good rest."

Wen Jin lifted her skirt and rushed into the rain. She was holding an umbrella. Even though her body was wet for a long time, even if her hands were trembling so hard that she couldn't suppress her back, she was holding an umbrella seriously and straightened her back. Yu Guangli Fu Jingheng stood calmly in the corridor without chasing him. The queen who was with him could not help but think about it again. I was the only one with him first. He once said he wanted to marry me. He was quite funny and liked to think about anything. Chen Zhimao Lianguzi, what he said when he was eight years old. He was twenty-six or seven years ago. She still remembered it.

Fu Jingheng raised his hand and stretched out in the void in the direction Wen Jin was going, but he still put it down. He turned his eyes away from looking at her figure in the rain, completely neglecting his obedience.

It was raining that she had an umbrella, and she was familiar with the way back to the Central Palace. It was nothing if he didn't give it to her. She was so strong and stubborn.

It was dark at night, Wen Jin was deep and shallow. After passing the bend, she fell down the stairs and rolled a few steps in a mess. After a while, she stood up. The pain slowly came. Her hands were worn out, and her face was rubbed. Her wrist might have been broken, and she was sweating all over when she moved.

Wen Jin saw that Fu Jingheng did not come, she was still hoping that he would come with her, so she helped her up, saying that I am here, it doesn't matter if I don't say that Lishan is, but he doesn't. He was used to her sticking up, and her heart was sinking little by little, and she died.

She couldn't help calling his name without being controlled.

Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng...

Wen Jin didn't cry. It didn't hurt if his wrist was broken. It didn't hurt if he had a miscarriage. It didn't hurt him because of guilt and responsibility. It didn't hurt him that he had ever been curious about Duanmu.

This is not the first time he chose to stay with Xigong and give up on her, nor will it be the last time. She thought that the last time he gave up on Zhang Yuan to Xigong last time was his last time. It turned out not.

Wen Jin sat on the stone steps and rubbed her wrists. She felt sorry for what she came from, and she felt more practical. She blew the pain and felt better.

An umbrella was supported on the top of her neck, separating the annoying rainwater.

Wen Jin raised her head and saw Jiang Huaizhou standing under a dim palace lantern holding an umbrella for her. She remembered that today was the birthday of Yun Wei's mother Zhou. Yun Wei's son-in-law came back to celebrate her birthday. She must have been trapped in the palace by heavy rain and could not leave the palace for a while. She felt a little warm in her heart, but she quickly suppressed her. She would no longer rely on Jiang Huaizhou. Just make a mistake. When he was single, she abandoned him on the wedding day. Now that he has a family, she should keep a distance and whisper: "Brother..."

"Well, my brother has been there. I understand. It depends on when you want to change the environment and let Yun Wei pass on a message." Jiang Huaizhou didn't say much, and he knew that she was not cherished by the emperor. He poured the umbrella and Wen Jin halfway, and most of his body was wet in the rain, and the snow hair made people look more gentle and elegant.

"Thank you." Wen Jin had no other words to express her mood. Whenever the warmth she needed the most, Jiang Qing was there. On this rainy night when she was in trouble, Jiang handed her an umbrella. Whenever she thought of Jiang Qing, she was warm. If she wanted to leave, he would help her. As long as she spoke, she knew that she would speak, "I want to go back to the central palace, and Changlin would look for me when she woke up."

After entering the harem, it was not easy for her to leave. Especially when Fu branded her, the word "Tang" told her that it seemed to be her fate in the harem. Whether it was unwilling to accept it or regretting coming back as a concubine, the green tiles and red walls were very high, she could not be assuming her, and she could not turn it out.

If she provoked Jiang, she could get out of the way.

After provoking Fu, she seemed to be unable to escape.

"It's raining heavily, let Yun Wei take you back." Jiang Huaizhou signaled to his wife Yun Wei, "It's not convenient for me to be a foreign man, so you can send her back to rest."

"Chang Zai, I will send you back to the central palace." Yun Wei heard Jiang Huaizhou's words and knew that Wen Jin was her husband's yearning since childhood. She was not jealous because she understood that Wen Jin was a woman who was responsible for her duties. Instead, she also liked Wen Jin. Wen Jin was unparalleled in beauty, read poetry and books, and was so gentle. As a woman, she couldn't help but pity. She helped Wen Jin up and sent her back to the central palace. She said: "Chang Zai, you are so thin, have I helped you with pain?"

Yun Wei couldn't help but think that the body of yourselves was too much for Chang Zai.

Grandma came to hold Wen Jin in her arms, "What's wrong? Isn't it just to send a note? How did it fall like this?"

"Grandma, I'm fine." Wen Jin snuggled in Liu Rusu's arms, wrinkled his nose, "The road is slippery, I can't see clearly that I have fallen from the stairs, don't worry. Is Changlin awake? Is there any night trouble?"

"Changlin is all good. I have to ask Sister Zhao to take milk for me." Grandma asked, "Where is the Lord?"

Wen Jin didn't say anything.

Yun Wei whispered: "The emperor and the man from the West Palace are talking in the small Buddhist temple."

Grandma's face became dark and she told Zhang Yuanjue to show Wen Jin the abrasions on her wrist and face. After reading it, Zhang Yuanjue said: "The wrist falls are quite serious because it is the right hand. Even if you recover from it in the future, it may affect your writing."

Wen Jin's heart sank, "I teach Chinese language classes in the Imperial College, so I can't affect my writing. I also translated Sanskrit for Taifu Su. If I influenced my writing, I became a useless person and lost half of my life! The judging of the court, I used to be a companion to read, so I can't do it without writing."

Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng...

When her wrist was broken, she still hoped that Fu would appear, and her name was repeated in her heart.

But he never came here. He and Xigong hugged each other and watched the rain in the small Buddhist temple. Xigong prayed for Guangdong and Guangxi, which moved the emperor.

Until Zhang Tingqiu wrapped her right hand into a small white rice dumpling, Fu never came.
Chapter completed!