Wen Jin approached the study and heard a discussion in the study, saying that the labor service tax was reduced. She felt that it was inappropriate to go in directly, so she turned around and looked at Lao Mo and said, "Let's go in after finishing your work?"

"Master, you just go in. It's not Wu Xin, it's the King of Xianyun Yehe Rui, and Zishu. The Master Wansui said, you come in directly. How could our family send you to Wu Xin?"

Old Mo thought that the emperor had been desperate to meet with court officials these days, from morning to night, he used political affairs to numb himself and was angry with the queen. He set out to Lishan, but the queen refused to send him off when he left, and the queen did not pick him up when he came back. He was wronged.

No matter how powerful a man is, he is also a child in his wife's character.

Wen Jin pondered for a moment and gently pushed open the door, the door frame sounded slightly, and everyone inside looked over, King Rui and Zishu.

There is also him, Fu Jingheng, who is behind the Dragon Case.

Seeing her, he said that corvee labor was difficult for the people, and he looked at the door quickly. Perhaps he thought it was Lao Mo at first, so he quickly withdrew his gaze. After reacting, he looked at her again. This time he looked at her much more delicately than the first time. He stopped talking about corvee labor, but instead said, "A rare guest."

Wen Jin knew that he slightly mocked her for not coming to pay her respects for several days. He said that the little girls in the west of Qinghu were more sensible than her. She saw many colorful gifts thrown in the trash can on the bottom of his desk. The glass jar she had folded for him before was next to the inkstone on his dragon table, and smiled: "I'm not here, I'll disturb you."

Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin for a while, and suddenly felt her heart stirred. She had lost weight and the rouge could not cover her pale face. Is her body bad? She was so thin that she hadn't seen her for only ten days. I feel really sorry. After the miscarriage, she was weak in both qi and blood, and was in poor health. She was under pressure from the front hall. She forgot not to be angry with her and went to visit her earlier.

He didn't go to find her when he came back. One was that he didn't want to send her and Jiang Yuan away. The other was that he didn't want to ask her if she had carried Jade Seal and Li Shanbao that night. He wanted to see her but didn't dare to see her, but he was afraid that he would be very unpleasant when he saw her. He didn't have to face those problems if he didn't meet.

"No disturbance. Come in." She was anxious and came to him for the first time, probably to leave him. He waved his hand at her, "I originally planned to drag you down for a year or two. The Empress was anxious just a few days later."

Wen Jin didn't understand what he meant. He didn't go to the central palace to see her, was he intentionally delaying?

Fu Jingheng pointed at him approaching the bed, "Sit down, I'll be with you after finishing my work here."

"Okay." Wen Jin sat on the couch behind him, his elbows slightly moved and hurt. His expression was not as energetic as she had expected before. He was very pale, with green stubble on his face, and he was extremely haggard.

His own rouge has compared him. Has he not been doing well these days? Has she not taken good care of his daily life well? She was not taken with her army and rode with her when she came back.

He put a cup of tea on the small table in front of her and continued to talk to Zishu and Ruiwang. When he talked about the matter, Kong looked back at her from time to time. He didn't ask the guards to make things difficult for her. Why did she look so bad? The two of them realized that he had run away and they all turned their eyes and no longer stayed in front of the emperor for more.

Zishu said to Wen Jin, "Brother, are you getting better when you vomited blood in Lishan that day? Sister-in-law is here, do you ask her if she is using you? Let's talk. There is no need to misunderstand. The high-ranking official will make things difficult for you, why are you still killing each other yourself?"

Wen Jin looked at Fu Jingheng again, and the clearance was reduced a lot. Why did he vomit blood? What use it? I can't understand.

King Rui also smiled and said, "The husband and wife have no overnight revenge. That, the issue of corvee labor taxation has been discussed for eight hours. Xiao Wang knew it, so he went to do his business."

As he said that, he pulled Zishu's sleeves and Zishu also stood up. After the emperor lit his jaw, the two left the study room.

Lao Mo closed the door of the study, and he almost imitated his grandma to put on the lock. Unfortunately, grandma also left the palace and went back to Shen Mansion.

Fu Jingheng did not make a sound, picked up a brush and reviewed the memorials, but was absent-minded. A song about Wenjin's father's second room was a memorial that the murderer Lao Xue was not worthy of being a minister. Fu Jingheng made a note for a quarter of an hour and did not write it down. Finally, he left a message for someone else: I have read it.

A minister is like reporting a loneliness. Those people want to kill Wen Jin.

Seeing that he was silent, Wen Jin looked bad, and his usual cold eyes turned red at this time, and he didn't know what he was wronged.

Wen Jin stood up, picked up the ink ingot, added some clean water to the inkstone, and began to grind the ink slowly. He ground the ink thickly, and his elbows hurt. He turned his head to look at his handsome cheeks, but he was still concerned, "Why are your eyes red? Are you worried?"

Fu Jingheng heard her gentle voice, and the red silk in his eyes became even more serious. How could he just use it to him so gentle? He lowered his eyes and calmed down. How could anyone love the abandoned baby sound in his ears? He smelled the familiar and pleasant smell on her body, and felt a sense of security and calmness, and his words were slightly choked, "No. The wind blew the eyes."

Wen Jin polished the ink and closed the window and stopped the wind from blowing in. When she turned around, she saw him quickly wiped his eyes with his fingers. She felt soft and asked him as if she hadn't seen a few days ago: "Have you been going well in Lishan? Are you injured? Have you eaten well?"

"Not hurt, everything went smoothly. I had a good meal." Fu Jingheng didn't want to say more.

Seeing that he was just answering her questions, Wen Jin didn't answer much, and was a little embarrassed, she asked again: "Do you eat wonton? Let's cook some for you."

Fu Jingheng shook his head, "I'm not hungry."

Wen Jin looked at him. He was always cold and was so unfamiliar with her. She tightened her hands. This was not called to serve her, but to stay with her.

Fu Jingheng couldn't help asking, "Are you doing well at home these days?"

Wen Jin whispered: "I'm okay. Grandma left, and the Empress Dowager gave her a very small sedan that day. I was a little scared to live in the big palace alone."

Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin's cheek and just reached out to touch Wen Jin's face.

At this time, Meng Wan came in with lunch to show warmth. Seeing that the queen was there, she was not panicked. She looked like a hostess and said, "Empress, you are here too. You are not in good health these days. The food I made was not in line with my taste. I have said a few times that I asked the queen to cook some food for him. You don't want it!"

Wen Jin was either standing or sitting in the house. It was always embarrassing to get off the stage. After looking at the home-cooked fried dough made by Meng Wan, she was OK. She was a good cook. The color, fragrance and taste were good, and it was not worse than what she cooked. "You are modest. The food you cooked is also good." What can she say?

Fu Jingheng kept staring at Wen Jin's cheek, as if he wanted to see a hole in her face, "Well. The Empress can hand me over to the Imperial Concubine with peace of mind."

Wen Jin bit his lip and smelled the fish soup made by Meng Wan. His stomach rolled and he couldn't help but feel dry retching. Somehow, maybe he was under great pressure and always felt uncomfortable in his stomach, just like he was pregnant. Fortunately, he knew he couldn't have a child, otherwise he would have thought he was pregnant with his seed again.

Meng Wan looked at the emperor's face with concern, pinched her sleeve with one hand, put the vegetables in a small plate with the other hand, and handed them to the imperial court, "Eat some more, I haven't eaten much after returning from Lishan. What's the good thing if the dragon body is broken? I don't say that I am worried, the queen is also worried."

Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin. Wen Jin was sitting in Echa drinking tea. He didn't know that she didn't have the courage to see that he was cooked by others. He thought she didn't care at all with her face, so he took the chopsticks and used a few fried yellow beef cooked by others, which was as good as chewing wax.

Wen Jin's eyes felt sour. He hurriedly took a book and turned two pages. He didn't notice that the book was wrong, but he was much more virtuous than her, the wife.

Meng Wan said politely again: "Empress, you should eat some together, right? I am rough and not doing well, so don't laugh at me."

Wen Jin waved his hand, "No, no, no. I've eaten. You guys." He ate the night before yesterday.

Meng Wan said again, "Empress, empress, do you have any clothes to wash and do you have to brush your shoes?"

Wen Jin said, "Meng Wan. No."

Meng Wan said enthusiastically again: "I will beat you with my legs."

Wen Jin stopped talking.

Fu Jingheng coughed gently, "Meng Wan."

Meng Wan no longer welcomed Wen Jin enthusiastically, and was embarrassed, "Empress, you are such a beautiful person, why are all officials squeezing you like that! Wan'er can't stand it anymore. For some reason, they recommended Wan'er to go up for no reason. Wan'er was not the material for being the queen.

This time in Lishan, Wan'er happened to hear that Lao Wen had buried tens of thousands of kilograms of gunpowder stones in the back of Lishan, and stopped Lao Wen from causing trouble in time. Wan'er just did her best to tell the news. Unexpectedly, all officials gave Wan'er a contribution to saving the country and the people, and even more of aggression against you in the inner palace and not asking about foreign affairs. Now that the emperor and the empress are embarrassed, Wan'er is very guilty of herself!"

Wen Jin was stunned. It turned out that Meng Wan had made such a great contribution. She sent Qingliu to spread the news. It seemed that she had not gone in time. Fortunately, the matter of gunpowder stone was promptly broken, and the people and the emperor were safe. It was a blessing that there were no casualties. "You speak humbly. It is reasonable for them to recommend you."

Wen Jin said, and stopped talking. I don’t know where Qingliu was at this time, and why he didn’t come back with the Lord. Unfortunately, he didn’t help, but he was safe. I have been worried about it these days and I have a lot of words to say to him, but now I don’t know if I should say it anymore.
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