"Yeah. There can't be a false one."

"If the Lord doesn't like me, I'd rather beg you to help me, and ask my mother, Empress Dowager to cancel the marriage and also help you and Sister Wen Jin."

"You're thinking too much. No one will marry anyone. She doesn't deserve to be my Fu Jingheng's wife."

"Your Majesty, if I think too much, you will take my 8,000 taels of silver-patterned money. I know that the people of the people have suffered recently and you need to spend a lot of money. Although these money is not much, I have saved it since I was a child. My father gave it to me, my mother gave it to me, and the Queen Mother gave it to me, I am reluctant to spend it. I will just wait for you to use it on the blade."

"No need. You can keep your body and your body. You don't need to make your body and money. You have received your mind."

Then Duanmu Fu sobbed softly, saying that she had suffered grievances, saying that the Lord treats her as an outsider and refuses to use her body, and asked if she blamed her for not walking around with him before he ascended the throne, thinking that she saw that he was sitting on the dragon throne and then went down to Hanshan to see him, "I am not a person who dislikes the poor and loves the rich and is tempted by the power."

"Don't think too much. I didn't say that." Fu Jingheng chuckled and said something politely, because the wind was in a hurry, Wen Jin didn't hear it clearly.

She only felt a roar in her mind, her steps were floating, and she started to spin, and she hurriedly held Gong Zhu to stabilize her body.

In the end, he couldn't help but look back at the rockery, and saw Duanmu Fu suddenly threw her plump and rich body into Fu Jingheng's arms, and kissed Fu's lips with red lips.

No one I will marry the surname Wen.

She is not worthy of being my wife of Fu Jingheng.

Wen Jin recalled Fu Jingheng's words in his ears, and his whole body was pulled away. Before she saw the two of them kissing, she moved her face away in panic. She suddenly turned her toes and ran towards the master bedroom.

Do you still have no backbone to leave him?

His words have already reached this point.

Wen Jin felt that no matter how shamelessly stayed by his side and had an ambiguous relationship with him, she would be a fool. Grandma, she should find an opportunity to explain. It’s time to wake up.

She accidentally kicked over a small wooden stool on the ground and made a thump.

She rushed into the rain in a very embarrassing manner. The rain wet her head and clothes, and her morning sickness was quite serious. She vomited in the Gongzhu all over and continued to walk to the bed.

Hearing the sound, Fu Jingheng looked at the sound.

Then I saw Wen Jin's back jogging far away under the light of the lantern. It started to rain since the afternoon. Soon she was wet. Her figure in the rain looked extremely thin, like an abandoned animal, and his hands gradually gathered.

Duanmu Fu stood up from Fu Jingheng's arms, saw himself printing a trace of lipstick and rouge on his collar, and said in a panic: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I just slipped under my feet and accidentally fell into your arms."

Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin's figure leaving, and was inexplicably irritated. He was a liar who deceived his feelings. He was in his arms, and women were just playthings. He wanted whatever kind of woman he wanted, just hooked his fingers. Why bother about Wen Jin? He knew very well what every woman could bring to him, whether it was Xue Ning or Duanmu.

He will no longer disrupt his plans because of Wen Jin.

"It's nothing. Lao Mo, send Miss Duanmu back to Yuehua Palace."

Lao Mo nodded, "Yes, Master."

As he said that, he led Duanmu Fu onto the chariot. The moment he entered the carriage, Duanmu Fu smiled softly. She had seen Wen Jin coming from the corridor early in the morning. Wen Jin must have heard and saw it just now. She sighed quietly, and the grievances she suffered in front of her grandma were also somewhat relieved.

Grandma was angry and said that she was not respectful before she even passed the door. Although she was angry, she was not sad. The emperor said in person that she would not marry Wen Jin, and Wen Jin must be sad and heartbroken.

Wen Jin jogged back to the master bedroom, and her body was wet with rain. After she entered the room, she picked up the book she prepared for her brother and the weapons she prepared for Baoyin. She found that her hands could not shake and even the book could not be held firmly. She put all her clothes into the bag, put the bag on her body and wanted to go out.

Women in the harem are usually not allowed to leave the palace without permission. She is an exception because she is not a harem woman and she is nothing. She is used to being free in the past. She has never regarded Fu as the emperor when she was in the worst. The two have always been on par.

Fu Jingheng once gave her the token of leaving the palace. She knew it and went out, and the token was still in her hand. Perhaps it was because of her that she knew him well. After he became rich, she looked down on those poor memories.

Wen Jin was as if she was urged to death, and couldn't keep the scene of Yuen Fu kissing other women in his mind. He only knew that he wanted to leave the palace where he had no place to stand, so he quickly stepped out of the room.

A tall figure walked towards him quickly. Wen Jin almost hit him, and then felt his waist tightening, and was surrounded by a slightly cold and powerful arm, forcing her back into the room.

Wen Jin had no choice but to step back until he was pressed heavily on the mahogany door board.

"Um..." He was quite strong, and her back was hit in pain, and she screamed softly.

My forehead was pressed by his slightly cold forehead.

He drank too much wine.

The strong aroma of wine and ambergris rushed into her nose. She raised her cheeks with red eyes and met Fu Jingheng's sarcastic and affectionate eyes.

"It's raining heavily late at night, where are you going?"

"Go back to my parents' home."

He often asked her where she went.

Wen Jin didn't understand why he often asked, as if he was afraid that she would never return. It was such ambiguousness that made people hate him the most.

Wen Jin took advantage of the yellow candlelight and saw the rouge red on Duanmufu's lips on his white collar. It was a pretty lip mark, which did not belong to her. She smiled bitterly.

"What are your parents' home doing when you go back? Are you welcomed when you go back?"

"Of course I have my younger brother and sister, and my grandmother likes it. I am not welcome here." Wen Jin tightened the book in her hand. She didn't know whether she was angry, angry, helpless, or blamed him, maybe she had it, her chest was fluctuating violently.

Fu Jingheng felt her chest rising and falling in his arms, held her in "Water Margin" and looked carefully with the trident in his appearance. He seemed to be like a young woman being forced to Liangshan. He laughed softly.

His smile.

Wen Jin wanted to cry, and his eyes were staring at him in a misty state.

"Today, grandma will support you, Duanmu and Xue Ning, you two, are working together. I endured it and didn't say a word. Let you go to have an attack, and you will scold and punish, and you will be punished. What else do you have to worry about?" Fu Jingheng rubbed the tears mole at the corner of her eyes with his fingertips.

"You are more cruel than others who don't speak. You are perfunctory in your face, but you don't know how you feel sorry for your wives and concubines behind your back." Wen Jin condemned in a low voice.

"You can take care of the matters on the surface. Do you want to take care of anyone I love behind my back?"

"Of course I don't have the right to care."

"You bed slave is not qualified."

"yes!"

"I just saw it?" Fu Jingheng stroked her gentle but stubborn eyebrows.

"Yeah. I saw it." Wen Jin's throat seemed to be choked, and he responded with his eyes down. The scene of his kissing Duanmu kept flashing in his mind.

“How many have you seen?”

"I saw you kissing." Wen Jin told the truth, his eyes red, "I heard you say who you would not marry, and whoever you were surnamed Wen was not worthy of being your wife."

"Jealous?"

"No."

Wen Jin's eyes were a little blurred, and two drops of water fell in the blink of an eye.

"Why cry if you're not jealous?"

"It's not crying, it's just rain."

"Well. Taste the taste, is it rain or tears." Fu Jingheng suddenly held her face and lowered his head to kiss her...
Chapter completed!