Fu Jingheng's eyes were full of disappointment, "I know, you have been lying to me. I have been lying to myself and thinking that you have never lie to me."

Duanmu Fu immediately handed the king a cup of warm tea, "Your Majesty, don't be angry, my daughter will worry. My daughter will never leave you and will never betray you. My daughter will write a blood letter of ten thousand words to pray for the people. As a saint, it is the people's hearts. My daughter fights side by side with you and overcomes the difficulties together."

"Thank you." Fu Jingheng was moved by Duanmu's words in his loss. He was not as sincere to me as an outsider after being with Wen Jin for more than ten years. He looked at Duanmu in a daze. It seemed that his life would only be revenge and no love. What's the difference between who is the woman under him?

But he was not in the mood to eat tea, so he brushed the tea slightly away.

He said to Wen Jin: "Now, I think you are not worthy of living in Longwen with me. Give up to Duanmu, Longwen is no longer your home."

Give up!

He knocked her away...

I'm really disappointed with her.

She has no home anymore.

Wen Jinru was shot in the chest with an arrow, and she pressed her hand on her heart, "Your Majesty!"

Duanmu was flattered, "Thank you for your love."

Fu Jingheng stopped looking at Wen Jin and stopped looking at him.

Wen Jin took a few steps closer and explained: "I said I had never written a letter to my adoptive father. I lied to you. I wrote it. However, the letter leaking military aircraft on the Long Case was not done by myself. I know that my explanation seemed pale like a quibbling, but if you still have a slight trust in me, can you allow me to pick out the letters I wrote from these letters?"

"I am tired of listening to your arguments." Fu Jingheng slowly pulled out his long sword from the scabbard hanging above the jade bi, pointing the tip of the sword at Wen Jin, "The one who deserves to be damn is not the innocent people, the old is weak, the sick is young, the one who deserves to be Wen Guang, Jiang Huaizhou, you and your bastard!"

Wen Jin stared at the long sword held in Fu Jingheng's hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at her chest.

She put her hands on her lower abdomen and felt mixed feelings. In front of the evidence, she was unable to argue. She was dead in his heart when the records of the Jingshifang's sleeping room and these letters.

She saw the coldest denial and disappointment in his eyes.

He pointed it at it with a sword like an arrow piercing his heart. He clearly held her gently in his arms last night, but today he would have her one corpse and two lives.

Zishu immediately knelt on the ground and pleaded for Wen Jin: "Brother think twice! Please defend your sister-in-law! Don't kill a good person by mistake!"

"She is no longer your sister-in-law." Fu Jingheng clarified coldly.

Wen Jin's lips were pale.

"Good man? Could Lord Shen be Wen and Jiang Yiliu?" Liu Yingfu said angrily: "He actually spoke for me! Lord Shen's position is very subtle!"

Duanmu Fu whispered: "Sister Wen Jin is so charming. So many men are helping her. I wonder why?"

Duanmu Fu has something in his words, but Yin and Yang are inconsistent with Wen Jin's style.

Shen Zishu said sternly: "Liu Yingfu, Miss Duanmu, don't humiliate others innocence without saying anything! There must be evidence for your words!"

Wen Jin lowered his head, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he was isolated and helpless. Lord Liu, the national teacher, and the saint all hoped that she, the spy, would die. Brother Heng also pointed his sword at her.

Fu Jingheng's eyes fell on Wen Jin's helpless little face. He held his hand tightly and scolded his subordinates, "It's enough, don't worry about internal conflicts! Let Xiaozuo take a joke."

Wen Jin leaned forward, and Fu Jingheng's sword tip moved suddenly.

I don’t know who was surprised, “Your Majesty, be careful! The witch must be close to killing the monarch!”

Fu Jingheng's cold eyes suddenly narrowed, but Wen Jin did not kill the king, but hurt himself. Wen Jin stepped firmly towards Fu Jingheng, and the tip of the sword passed through her thin shoulders, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

"Jin!" Fu Jingheng's hand trembled suddenly, "What are you doing!"

"It will hurt so much if you stab yourself. I'm afraid you're stabbed. If I hit you, it won't hurt that way."

Fu Jingheng tightened his teeth. If he really wanted her to live, he would have already asked for it when he discovered the letter four months ago.

Wen Jin smiled bitterly, "Fu, you pointed at me the first time with a sword... Are you really angry..."

Fu Jingheng's eyes contracted violently, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled, "I will not be soft-hearted! Don't struggle at the end of the road!"

Wen Jin came to him and stubbornly raised his head and stared at him, "I said, I have a clear conscience and will not disappoint you!"

"Wen Jin, stop for me, don't go forward any longer!" Fu Jingheng looked at the wound on her shoulder and kept bleeding, and his tone leaked in panic, "…Stop."

"Brother Ah Heng..." Wen Jin endured the pain and walked to the lord, pressing his cheek against Fu Jingheng's chest. He listened to his violent heartbeat, was he nervous? Didn't he point the sword at her and take her life? She said in a gentle voice: "Since I was young, my adoptive father found out that I was close to you, so he told me to write a letter to tell him about your food, clothing, daily life and whereabouts. If I don't write to him, he will put the next to you in the slightest work."

Fu Jingheng was quiet for a moment and said warmly: "You keep talking. You got the last chance to make a quibble."

"How could I let others hurt you? It's not easy for you to be excluded by Queen Mother Lou since you were young. If you have to have a detailed work, I might as well do this detailed work. I have sent a total of 120 letters to my adoptive father, and I have done it without going deeper. Today, this letter from Qingxi and Huatian is not from my own hands. I am afraid that someone will reveal your secrets to my adoptive father by using my hand."

As he said that, Wen Jin fell down slowly because of his serious injury, like a duckweed without help.

"Wen Jin!" Fu Jingheng held his hand on Wen Jin's back, causing her thin body to fall into his arms.

Wen Jin raised his eyes and looked at Fu Jingheng's handsome face. She raised her hand to smooth his frown eyebrows, "I won't slander Changlin's father's reputation. The man I love is a good emperor who loves the people. Forgive me for being pregnant, greedy for life and death, and cannot show my ambitions by death. I can only slightly hurt my arms and defend myself with blood. I will send my younger brother and sister to the Imperial College to go to school... I'm sorry, I... I lied to you because... because I'm also afraid that you will not be allowed to stay by your side as a meticulous work..."

"Jin..."

"What if Brother Heng doesn't want me to stay by my side..."

"Don't say it..."

"Brother Heng, I feel so cold... We are not happy when we grow up... In the past, we were so happy every day... The harem is getting more and more lively, Jin'er is getting more and more unnecessary... Is it different if I am a saint?"

As he said that, Wen Jin was exhausted and his eyes went black and fainted. His hand holding his sleeve also relaxed.

"Wen Jin, don't fall asleep, wake me up." Fu Jingheng gently shook Wen Jin's thin body, and Wen Jinru fell asleep without responding.

"Transfer to the Imperial Doctor! Talking to me!" Fu Jingheng picked up Wen Jin's thin body horizontally, and his face lost its calmness. "I don't allow her to die, my words... have not been asked yet."

"Your Majesty!" Liu Yingfu took off his official hat in anger and knelt down to his death, "Do you insist on protecting this witch without caring about the lives and death of the people? Because this witch leaked the secret, the people of Nanguo were injured and died. As long as her one-sided words, the witch would trust and protect her?!"

The national master also knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, think twice! This witch must not stay! Otherwise, it would be just to develop the ambition of others and destroy his own prestige. Wouldn't the Regent be arrogant from the sky?"

"Liu Yingfu, old national teacher, pay attention to your words!" Fu Jingheng said sternly: "Even if she is a criminal, before I convict her, remember that she is my woman! You cannot tolerate you insulting her! I don't want to hear the word "witch" anymore!"

Duanmu Fu looked at Wen Jin angrily, and the bitch actually hit the sword and made the Lord soften your heart!

"Your Majesty! This woman has caused you to lose the hearts of the people! You have caused you to be played with by the thief in the literature!" Liu Yingfu strongly advised, "The most urgent task is to push this woman to Nanguo and spread the letters to the whole world. If you listen to her a few quibblings, you will feel compassion. How can you achieve great achievements?! Let's follow you to fight the country, how disappointed is it?"

"Military Affairs Office. Follow the orders." Fu Jingheng said sternly.

Liu Yingfu knelt down immediately, "I am here."

"The Military Affairs Office, together with the Admiral Shen Zishu, will take away all the grain storage areas under the command of the Wen bandits. Do not attack rashly."

Fu Jingheng made a schedule in a short time, as if he had planned it early in the morning.

"Lijian Wen, Jiang Zishu pretended to be Jiang Huaizhou's troops and directly attacked the Wen bandits' arsenal, and made arguing east and west. He gathered the Wen bandits' forces into the arsenal. Liu Yingfu took advantage of the situation to take down all the food storage controlled by the Wen bandits with weak troops, and planted the banner of my Fu surname to weaken the Wen bandits' momentum."

Zishu immediately said, "Yes, I will definitely not be humiliated!"

"Yes." Liu Yingfu was dissatisfied and wanted to advise again, but the above was cold and he did not dare to offend Long Wei.

Fu Jingheng said again, "National Master, take your prestige and bring letters to Nanguo, Huainan, and transfer the death row prisoners from prison as a memorial to beheading in public, publish the memorial letters to expose the ugly behavior of the literary thief. Return my reputation and win back the hearts of the people."

The Duanmu National Master bowed and said, "The old minister obeyed the order."

Liu Yingfu was dissatisfied with the emperor protecting Wen Jin and calling the death row inmate, and glaring at Wen Jin in Fu Jingheng's arms hatefully.

Fu Jingheng hugged Wen Jin and left the imperial study room. Worried that grandma would fall ill when she saw Wen Jin being injured, she placed the person in the side hall next to the imperial study room.

His steps as he pounced down the imperial stairs were particularly embarrassed.

Duanmu Fu followed behind, feeling extremely jealous. The king lost his calmness for Wen Jin, and he was in conflict with the military affairs department and the national teacher for Wen Jin. His father said that the king was a widowed person who ruled power and the country over all things, so why did he get confused for Wen Jin?

Wen Jin was seriously injured, and she had a fever and was ill. There were many people talking in her ears, as if the emperor had a political dispute with the Military Affairs Office in order to protect her.

Why? Didn’t Brother Heng say that he wouldn’t have a falling out with the Military Affairs Office for her?

While I woke up, I felt like I saw a bright yellow dress lying beside her for the night. The slightly cool fingers brushed across her forehead and seemed to hear an angry voice: "Save her for me! If she dies, the entire Imperial Hospital will be buried with her!"

She pulled his sleeve and called her mother, "Mother, don't leave Jin'er...Mother, Jin'er will take good care of her younger brother and sister...Mother...Jin'er is so scared..."

In the hazy state, the mother hugged her and kissed her forehead lovingly, "Mother is here, here...it won't hurt you. My...baby."

Wen Jin woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day. He slowly opened his eyes. Fu Jingheng sat haggardly on the chair beside her bed, staring at her with deep eyes.

When she looked over, he closed the concern in his eyes, and there was only a cold look in his eyes. He slowly stretched his hand towards her...
Chapter completed!