Wen Jin felt bitter in his heart. He was impeached and was about to be impeached again. At first, he was advised by Liu Yingfu of the Military Affairs Department all day long. He came again. Oh, he shouldn't have come. Even though he knew that this was the result of coming, he shouldn't have made candy cakes, but his hands were burned. She did not cry and held the corner of her mouth, "Who should I give way to?"

"The saint is not moral, so let's go. Isn't Concubine Meng unparalleled? Concubine De, who is not a lady from a famous family?! Only your adopted father is an old thief!" Wu Xin turned his sleeves, "I'm sorry to send him away!"

As he said that, the general ordered the goalkeeper's high door to close, making a muffled sound, and it was so bitter that he turned away.

Sister Zhao came over to put an umbrella for Wen Jin, "Master..."

Wen Jin smiled bitterly, "Jie Zhao, it's useless to hold a child and pretend to be pitiful. The ministers of the emperor do not recognize me. They have a deep prejudice against me. I am still suitable to go to Duanqiao Hutong to chat with the old man and the old lady, and be a civilian in the market. I am not suitable to be the queen. The emperor's previous concerns were right. I never thought that being his wife would bring him such a big storm."

"Master, come back. The Lord protects you, no one can do anything to you." said Zhao Jie'er.

Wen Jin exhaled, she didn't want Fu to be incompatible with all officials because of her, and she was in trouble, so she was anxious. Unfortunately, she was so weak that she no longer had the ability to help him and protect him. Instead, she was in a weak position and could not protect herself. In the war and in front of the court, she was extremely powerless.

Concubine Meng is the daughter of Meng Ren from the Ministry of Rites. She has seen it recently. She is indeed diligent in her legs and feet and is a good at doing things. The harem is full of food, clothing and food, and trivial matters at banquets and tea parties. Maybe she should be a deserter and leave the court alone, so that the emperor will no longer have to make things difficult for him.

Wen Jin hugged Changlin to Zhao Jie'er. Instead of getting on the carriage, she walked to the corner of the street and sat on the stone chair on the street. The summer breeze was blowing, and occasionally accompanied by some light rain. The capital was so quiet at night, and she was so confused.

A handkerchief was handed in front of me, accompanied by a cold but gentle voice, "I slapped him, he was angry, why did you do this by taking his humiliation? He ignored me, but I still ignored him. He fought his war, and I went to my court. Each of them performed his duties."

Wen Jin's heart suddenly tightened, and he raised his head and fell into Fu Jingheng's deep erect eyes. She was very surprised, "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

"If you come out, you will pass by." Fu said.

"Oh." Wen Jin took the handkerchief from his hand, wiped his eyes, and said, "Where did you come from?"

"From the Imperial Study Room."

"Aren't you sleeping in Yufu Palace?" Wen Jin was puzzled and coughed twice.

Fu Jingheng put his shirt back on her. It was a little cold in the summer night. The clothes with his body temperature made her feel a little warm and no longer shivering. He pulled her hand and looked at the skin burned by the oil star. "I am watching people set off fireworks, firecrackers, and Kongming Lanterns in the imperial study. Later, I look for someone to sleep, and you will disrupt the situation."

Wen Jin looked at him and lowered his head, "I'm not disturbing the situation... OK, I'm disturbing the situation, everything is my fault..."

Fu Jingheng looked at Zhao Jie'er over there, "You go back first. Your master will go back with my carriage."

Sister Zhao leaned over, and she was happy that the master was favored. She was the exotic fairy who threw the Yufu Palace over, "Yes, Master."

Fu Jingheng lowered his body and looked at Wen Jin's cheek, looked at her carefully, and whispered: "You are crying? Just sleep well at home. Run to the general's house to get bad luck. Of course, I know that if you leave, they will go back to the court. You are fool."

Wen Jin's nose was sore when he criticized him, "I am not as smart as Qingruo, I can help you. Then you can rest assured."

"I'm finally trying to coax my life and death. Am I willing to let go?" Fu Jingheng was stunned, remembering Qing Ruo's words to help him kneel down. He looked at Wen Jin with a smile, without saying anything, touching Wen Jin's head, "I'm back home."

Wen Jin followed him into his carriage, and he hugged her in the carriage and asked her why she caught a cold and went back to eat some medicine. She said that the wind was setting off firecrackers at night and it was so hot that it would get cold when the wind blew.

It's true that his carriage has been used for too many years, and it finally broke down halfway and its wheels fell off. He had no choice but to get down to repair the car. He tinkered with it for a long time, but the carriage was out of service. The Imperial Guard came to change careers and worked as a repairman to repair the car wheels, but it didn't even break.

Lao Mo finally couldn't stand it and said, "It really takes a new one. I have been using it for so many years! The old ones don't go away, the new ones don't come. I can't accommodate them anymore."

"Yeah. Let's change it." Fu Jingheng replied softly.

Wen Jin was sensitive, and her tears fell like pearls, and her heart was broken.

Fu Jingheng didn't expect that she would fall into golden beans, and hurriedly said, "Change cars, not change your wife. Why are you crying? Are you pregnant? You are so sensitive."

Wen Jindan looked at him and asked him: "Why is it good? What's it good."

"What is the best thing? If you should go to the Imperial College for teaching, go to the restaurant where you should open. Don't worry about anything else." Fu Jingheng looked at her deeply, then squatted down in front of her, "Come up, go home."

Wen Jin looked at his wide back and hesitated slightly, then put his hand on his shoulder. He stood up and carried her on his back. In short, Changxing Street was not far from the palace, and the carriage was broken halfway, so the journey back to the palace was not far. Fu Jingheng walked back to the palace with her on his back. When Changlin came back, he slept well in the baby room. They were drizzled and their clothes were tide.

While bathing, some wine was placed on the small table by the pool. Fu Jingheng drank some wine. When kissing her, the wine smelled heavy. The water temperature was moderate. He didn't feel cold without wearing clothes. His palms were hot, and her waist almost burned. Wen Jin did not advise him to quit drinking on the spot. He understood that he was in a bad mood. He was also in moderation. He didn't drink, but just a drink. He poured her wine. Wen Jin was not good at drinking. He said, "Drink two glasses with me."

Wen Jin nodded, the wine was very strong, and she frowned at the lower abdomen. She stroked several scars on his body, "Did these scars that fell in Jiangnan be injured by Jiang Qing?"

Fu Jingheng nodded, "Yes."

"Why didn't you say it before?"

"Aren't you marrying him before? You're afraid that you'll destroy your marriage." Fu Ai joked.

Wen Jin didn't continue to say anything, and asked him for a long time, "Have your godmother brought him into the palace?"

But the emperor was stunned. What kind of godmother was, and it took a long time to remember what she said. At this time, he said embarrassedly: "No."

Wen Jin asked, "Why don't you answer?"

Fu Jingheng hugged her with a red face and slightly drunken face, and put her jaw on her neck, "Aren't I going to pick you up? Godmother is not as important as a child."

Wen Jin gradually got drunk after two glasses of wine. She leaned into his arms. She said, "You are so scary in the study. You are so fierce. You force me to kill someone... I'm so scared... You're forced to me to death... I don't know what's going on..."

"I'm so terrible. I'm so scary. I'm like crazy. Why don't you know my intentions? Do I really need you to do it? Do you need to do it? Do you need to do it? What do I want? Just keep hanging me and not fulfilling me."

Fu Jingheng put her on the dragon bed. She was tortured by the alcohol. The collar of the underwear was opened a little, revealing some small laces. He asked Zhang Ting-shi to take some decoctions for her to treat wind and cold, and also used scald medicine to apply the oily bubbles on the back of the hand to stimulate the oil.

She said, "I don't understand."

He said, "You can't pretend you understand. You're ready to remarry at any time."

He felt sulking and turned off the candlelight, but nothing happened to her. He was in front of the state affairs and was in no mood. He just held it in his arms and talked. Nothing happened to bathe together. At this time, the two of them were actually talking about how many firecrackers were ringing.

Wen Jin was so brave that he asked him: "What do you think? What do you want? I don't know what I think. It's because you're vague."

Fu Jingheng looked at her clear eyes in the night, "What do I want, don't you know?"

Wen Jin tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. She said anxiously: "Tomorrow you will force me to kill someone's head. That's my brother... what do you mean... You mean to make me suffer... You bully me."

Fu Jingheng suddenly clamped her waist, which had been tossing and turning, "I don't want you to suffer. I'm forcing you to be mad, why, do you really not know?"

Wen Jin stopped moving in his arms. The faint ambergris on his body invaded her breath. She could not avoid it. Her heart was pounding. She stared at him in a daze, "You said you want to sleep in Yufu Palace, and told me not to call you. If you call me, you will not come. How can you know your intention? Do I dare?"

"Is it difficult to say you love me?" Fu Jingheng said in a deep voice: "Is it difficult? Su Wenjin, it's been so many years, have you ever said it once? I will marry this person later and that person later. Do I have no feeling?"

Wen Jin's eyes slowly opened, maybe because he was slightly drunk, maybe because he was ruined by the general, or maybe she was unwilling to continue to shrink, she said, "Fu Jingheng, I love you."

After the words came, his arm, which was resting on her waist, suddenly tightened. After a long time, Fu Jingheng said nothing.

Fu Jingheng's heartbeat accelerated, which was even greater than the impact of Lao Wen's ascending the throne. Without expecting it, he heard Su Wenjin say these three words. He was not even prepared. She finished speaking. He was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?"

"I love you." She confessed in the chaos of war, "No one in the world allows me to love you. But I love you."

"arts..."

"I love you." Anyway, I'm going to be impeached and I have no worries. "Since I met you at the age of five, I knew you would be the rest of my life."
Chapter completed!