"Okay." Fu Jingheng stood in front of the bronze mirror, wiped the wheat-colored texture on the Jingshuolong's body with a white bath towel, "Come here to help me tie my hair."

"Yeah." Wen Jin walked over, picked up the wooden comb, gently combed his hair, and tied it into a bun on his neck, "Brother Ah Heng, I know you belong to the world, not me alone. Then can I be the only woman who has tied your hair bun for you?"

"Yes." Fu Jingheng looked at her beautiful face, "I just don't let the woman next to me help me tie my hair. If you are not here, I will do it myself."

"Yes." Wen Jin thought about it and said, "You can do it, too."

"I'd better do it myself. So that some people don't imagine that I'm even a nine-thousand-year-old eunuch." Fu Jingheng smiled warmly, "I'm really afraid of you."

Wen Jin also smiled, "You are suspicious."

They stared at each other for a moment.

The lotus flowers bloom on the shore of Daoqing Lake, and the cold fragrance ripples in winter. The years are quiet and peaceful.

At this moment, they were just like they were as young as each other.

"You can help me choose clothes. It's jade-white, the same color as yours. I feel uncomfortable. For the first time, I wear clothes of the same color as a girl and go out together. Don't just have the same hands and feet." Fu Jingheng was a little restrained.

Wen Jin looked at him deeply for a long time, secretly touched the pill under his sleeve, and said softly: "Well, I'll choose for you."

As he said that, he started looking for the jade-white dress that Qiu Mo made for him in the closet, and couldn't help but explain: "Your belts are all in the third lattice of the closet. The outer clothes are hung in the middle of the wardrobe, the middle clothes are on the big lattice on the left, and the inner clothes are on the bottom lattice. Common headache medicines are in the first drawer at the corner of the closet."

"I can't remember even if I say it." Fu Jingheng was not relieved, so he put the bath towel on the back of the chair, "Miss, you said extra."

"Yes. If you have servants, you don't have to remember it yourself." Wen Jin picked up a piece of clothes, and helped Fu Jingheng put the clothes on, tied the collar buttons for him, and explained some trivial life. "Don't kick the quilt at night, remember to put a sweat towel on the pillow. If you have a lot of social engagements, drink less. If you really can't avoid alcohol, you will induce vomiting after drinking. Your health is important."

"I'm talking about anything without any brains. Which servant I and I are not innocent?" Fu Jingheng put on his clothes. He became irritated when he heard her confess his funeral. "Don't explain, don't do anything. You have to supervise me at all times, otherwise I will drink wine as water and take painkillers with wine. Grass will grow on my grave next year today."

"Yes." Wen Jin lowered his eyes and couldn't see things clearly, "Don't do this."

Fu Jingheng hugged Wen Jin from behind and looked at the figures of the two people in the bronze mirror. The jade white clothes were embroidered with light gray patterns, which looked particularly beautiful, like a pair of people. He couldn't help but say, "I still think it's better if you don't wear clothes."

Wen Jin's ears turned red, "Let's go. Go to the theater."

Fu Jingheng chose the most inconspicuous carriage. The broken carriage that Liu Hu's family had used for eight years was more grand than Fu Jingheng's carriage. Fu Zhen cherished his life to the extreme, and he did not show any sign of dew. He was born with a noble background, but his style was extremely low-key and simple.

He did what he said, holding her on the way. He was a loving person, but he was inseparable from her and couldn't leave him. He was quite uncontrollable along the way. She didn't often do this, as if there was no tomorrow. She was in the carriage and was entangled with his lips and teeth without much love. The more he entangled, the more desperate she became.

The Imperial Guard secretly followed the carriage and arrived at the old theater on Huangmen Street. The theater was named Huangmenkou. The Imperial Guard explored it and there was no abnormality.

Fu Jingheng went to buy a show ticket and bought a candy man for Wen Jin at a hawker stall next to the theater. Wen Jin forced him to eat a candy man, so he also bought a candy man for himself. He took the candy man as if he was a lordless child, and he had to get up with his hands and feet, and his handsome face was a little dizzy.

The emperor's candy-eating man looks so cute. He made Wen Jin laugh, and his eyes turned red as he smiled.

Then Fu Jingheng took her hand in a row and lined up into the theater. When someone was in line, he was not annoyed. He asked several people to go in line, as if he was enjoying the process of queuing with her to watch the show. It would be more appropriate to queue up for a while.

They sat in the last row.

It was night, the theater was dim and only the lanterns on the large stage were lit very brightly.

The people in front were basically full, and there were many young couples biting their ears and whispering.

Fu Jingheng invited the famous actor in the capital to the palace to sing opera for Wen Jin. There were a few less famous actors in the theater who were singing the farewell mystery at this time.

Before Yu Ji wiped her neck, she was singing: I advise the king to stop being depressed and relax, the concubine has gone.

Before Xiang Yu committed suicide in Wujiang, he sang: For more than ten years of kindness and love, we have been leaning against each other, and we will see that we are lonely and we will be separated from you.

Wen Jin couldn't help but burst into tears when she was touched by the scene. She leaned on King Fu's shoulder and held his hand on his stomach. He had always wanted to feel the movement of the fetus, and she also hoped that he could feel it once, even once.

Fu Jingheng put his hand on her shoulder and the other hand on her abdomen for a long time, but the child still did not move. "You often say that he is active. I am not lucky. He must have not forgiven me for insulting him as a bastard, afraid of me, and unwilling to get close to me."

"Brother Ah Heng, you have been so nice to me over the past month. Every day when you have time, I will accompany me for a walk, pan the lake, and send me parrots that apologize, and the bright night pearls of the night. I haven't been so happy for a long time." Wen Jin leaned his cheek against his shoulder, quiet for a while, murmured and repeated the actor's words, "Please the king to stop being depressed and relax, the concubine is gone."

Fu Jingheng lowered his eyes and stared at her, and did not joke with her and answered Xiang Yu's words, "Ten years of love, blind dates, and you will be separated from you." Wen Jin held his hand on his neckline, pulled his head closer to her, and said softly: "King..."

Fu Jingheng saw her seductive lips right in front of him, his Adam's apple slid gently and whispered to her: "Here? There are many people..."

"We're in the last row..." Wen Jin invited him.

Fu Jingheng's lower abdomen was restless, his heart suddenly tightened, and he lowered his head and kissed her in the dim theater.

Wen Jin responded enthusiastically, hooked his tongue out for the first time and kissed him deeply.

"Be good, go home again... Don't make me fool of myself here. I'm not used to being outside..." Fu Jingheng's breathing became more and more rapid. He habitually dropped the small mole behind her ear, and used his tongue to draw it. He was about to end this inappropriate and thrilling kiss. Suddenly, he felt a little dizzy and his consciousness soon became unclear. He looked at Wen Jin in surprise, realizing that she had applied medicine to the small mole behind her ear. She used his habit to drug him, "Wen, you drug me, you... want to leave me..."

Before he finished speaking, he lost consciousness.

After Wen Jin lost consciousness, he helped him to help him, then leaned on his shoulder and finished watching the show. On the stage, Yu Ji wiped his neck. After Xiang Yu, the king of Western Chu, committed suicide in Wujiang, his former lover broke up and the show ended abruptly.

When the show ended, Wen Jin flowed out of the theater with the people leaving the show and got into the crowd. When he went down the stairs, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his lower abdomen, and he was afraid he would have to give birth prematurely.

As the crowd walked to the intersection of Huangmen Street in the night, the carriage arranged by the mother Queen Mother Queen was quietly parked there. In the carriage, Madam Gui pulled the curtain open, Wen Jin stepped on the wooden ladder and sat down.

-I am happy to you, Su Wenjin-

The emperor made an oath at Yanquetai.

Wen Jin was like crazy, and suddenly he pulled his hand on the carriage door and rushed back to the theater, and returned to Fu Jingheng's side regardless of everything.

Madam Gui held her arm, "Don't forget what you promised to the Queen Mother. Love yourself a little more. If you leave the Lord, you will lose your face! And the disabled child in your belly will only shame the entire royal family! Don't you force the marriage yourself, do you want you? It's interesting to rush to stick it on?"

Wen Jin heard this and sat down slowly again.
Chapter completed!