The end of a night of indulgence with Fu Ji is that I got up late, and he got up earlier.

I don't know if it's because of the big hair, I think his complexion is much better.

This makes me feel a little unhappy, and I feel a little bit of a loss no matter how I think about it.

Turning over the quilt and going to the ground, it's okay, there is no embarrassment of falling to the ground with weak legs, but Fu Ji is no longer serious, which is a little unbearable for me.

As soon as he changed his clothes, the redness on his face had not completely faded, and Ah Bao outside seemed to have pinched the time, nodding early and going in without lifting.

Ever since I came, I don't even talk much about this old talker.

It's like a martyr who loses her virginity, a man who loses her temperament, and when he does something that doesn't fit his habits, there must be something strange in it.

But I don't think that's my problem.

People just don't like you and don't want to see you, what can you do?

It's really embarrassing for her to be able to hold back her anger and fetch me water and bring me breakfast.............

I don't know where I offended her so deeply, maybe it's because of the hostility of women, unless we don't like a man, maybe it's better.

I sat in front of the bronze mirror, combing my hair nonchalantly, and gesturing to my head what hairpin to wear today, whether it was peach wood or pearl, it seemed that the wooden one was a little more simple, and it looked more compatible with Fu Ji.

When I was gesticulating, I would occasionally glance at Po twice, with a little victor's pity, or disdain.

It's just a few glances, but she is like having eyes behind her, and she can immediately detect that someone is looking at her, even if there is nothing on her face, but the girl's family can't learn to disguise, and the strength in her hands is unconsciously heavy.

I straightened my clothes, watched her compete with the dishes in my hand, and said: "Put your hands and feet lightly, last time you broke the bowl and spoon of Ah Ji's meal, he didn't say anything about you, if you break another one this time, where can I find a set of porcelain in the Xianyuan period for him~?"

Xianyuan was the name of the country when Fu Ji was in power, and now it is the second year of Mingde of Gongsun Jia Aoli.

I call this a typical bully farmer-villager who has no knowledge.

It is also called a bully.

Take advantage of Fu Ji's momentum and bully people who like him.

It seems that the bad taste saved when I was a concubine in those years has returned.

...............

There is a voice in my heart that keeps saying, be patient, be patient.

If it was Ah Bao a year ago, he would have opened his voice and teeth now, and he was bound to compete with this woman.

But now, she just silently endured it, at most her eyes were cold, and she ignored her, and there was nothing else to say.

This is what the man said.

If you want to get what you want, you must first do a little help to get rid of external troubles, and then there is nothing to be afraid of internal troubles.

Although it sounds very inscrutable, it is not difficult to understand, she has not studied, but she is not stupid.

In short, if this woman is gone, Fu Gongzi will be able to change back to his original appearance.

Ah Bao warned himself, don't look at Fu Gongzi laughing a lot more now, but because this smile is all for that woman, there is nothing to be happy about, but it looks particularly dazzling.

It's okay to be glaring for a day or two, but after a long time, you can't stand it.

She clenched her palms tightly and withdrew from the room, turning her head to think of the words of the man in the market, and suddenly she felt confident.

It doesn't matter, when this woman is gone, Fu Gongzi will have to see her even if he wants to pretend not to see her.

Regardless of what big plans Ah Bao has planned in his heart, Fu Ji and I have returned to our old ways, it can be seen that it is indeed beneficial to do more exercise at some times, he is in a good mood, and my life is also better, so I don't have to worry about dealing with him, to deal with his good and bad temper, and I am afraid of any happy things, so what is the fun.

Coarse tea and light rice, coarse linen clothes, it's just like that after wearing it for a long time, if you really like it, it's pleasing to the eye to see him put on a sack.

It's just that the more comfortable I live here, the more I feel sorry for Changyun.

Deng Fuzi should have entered the palace, although it would be an eyesore to see Gongsun Jiaao and Chang Yun together every day, but it would be a good thing for him to be able to recuperate Chang Yun's body.

I coiled my hair, brushed my eyebrows and sideburns and briefly combed up, thinking about whether to sleep separately from Fu Ji tonight.

If you sleep separately, you will have to find another place, and it will take half a month to get around, and Fu Ji will definitely not be happy.

He would definitely throw a look at me aggrievedly and say, "Xianxian, are you angry with me?"

And then I didn't have any temper at all.

To divide the beds, or not to divide the beds, this is the question.

But before I could come up with a charter, I was ruthlessly interrupted by Fu Ji's voice.

I finally understood what it meant to be in good spirits, happy all the time.

It was inconvenient for him to push the wheels alone, so I quickly stepped forward to help him up, and sat slightly sideways beside him.

Fu Ji's legs will not die, but according to Old Man Liu, although he doesn't feel it at all, there is really little hope of getting back on his feet in this life.

When he fell from such a high place as the glass hall, he was able to lose only two legs, and I think this is exactly what he said - his life should not be extinguished.

If Gongsun Di had taken a step earlier, and the fire had burned a little slower, no one would have been able to drag him out of the sea of corpses and fire.

I didn't look forward to it when I was in Guanghan Palace, but Fu Ji was obviously alive, but he never sent me a word, which is also what puzzled me.

Later, I thought about it for a while, and it seemed to understand a little bit more.

A person holds a breath, and the Buddha holds a stick of incense, he may not want me to see him so useless;

This is a fact that no one can accept.

I really want to die, and I don't want to live like this.

No wonder before I came to Qiu You, he had such a bad time, Chang Yun and Deng Fuzi were always afraid that it would be too late.

If I come a little later, I'm afraid that Fu Ji will already have the intention of begging for death, and I won't be able to wait any longer.

There is also heart and lung damage, in fact, I can't stand the big stimulation, whether it is mental or physical, in short.

When I first came, I wanted to offer Fu Ji as a rare species, but after a long time, I found that it was just like that, sometimes I don't have to take the doctor's words too seriously, and I can't take myself too seriously, so it will be much easier.

But Fu Ji wasn't so honest with me.

Several times, I heard him coughing secretly at night, coughing breathlessly, coughing unsteadily, but he still kept his voice down, unwilling to wake me.

In fact, if he wants to hide anything from me, it's completely fine, as long as he keeps a proper distance from me, and don't be so close all the time.

But no, he doesn't want to, and I don't want to.

I asked the subordinates who have been serving Fu Ji, and they all said that Fu Ji has had more nightmare vices since he was rescued from Guopo, especially whenever he sleeps, he will wake up after a while, and his expression is less high-spirited when facing the minister, and the calmness of the checks and balances left and right, only full of vigilance and uncertainty.

This is distressing to hear.

I think maybe when he gave me the soup that had lost his children, he didn't think that he would be today.

Imperial means, I don't blame him.

But I don't blame him, it doesn't mean that those retributions will not come as scheduled, which no one can escape.

If there is a disease, it should be cured, but the most helpless thing in the world is that you know that he has worked very hard to cure it, but there is still no possibility of goodness.

I know it, but I just pretend I don't know.

Even if I knew that Fu Ji had only recovered his health on the surface, then I would have a reason to continue to lie to myself.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Ji's words came from my ears, I cheered up, and continued to laugh as before, delicate, bright, and most importantly, I had to look heartless.

"I'm thinking about your little wives," I said, "I only saw two old acquaintances when I entered the Guanghan Palace, and I didn't see the other one." ”

"It's not simple for them to enter the palace, since they enjoy the glory, they have to suffer from it" Fu Ji scratched my nose and said with a smile: "Now do you know why I have so few people in the harem, one is afraid of your vinegar, and the other is that I am not far from repeating the mistakes of my father." ”

"But the queen, she didn't bully me less, and those noble beauties of yours are not fuel-efficient lamps" I crossed my fingers and counted very carefully: "Li Zhaorong of Guanghan Palace is crazy, Yuan Guiren died earlier, Qi Guiren is now following Chang Yun, and Luo Zhiyi's little ...... Little nobleman, when I left, something happened to her family, Luo Zhenye fell, and she was dragged to death, a good concubine, she was worse than a palace maid. ”

The reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, when Cheng Guogong knelt down in front of him and asked to depose Fu Sen's throne, the demeanor of a handful of tears and snot was still vivid, and he already understood at that time that such a villain was reused, but it was just a flash in the pan and would not last long.

Fu Ji bent the corners of his mouth: "I heard that before you left the palace, you finally stirred up a handful of muddy water in the palace, but is there such a thing?"

When I first heard Fu Ji mention this, I was quite embarrassed, and explained: "You said that a person is desperate, her beloved man doesn't love her, and other women also see her laughing, at this time, if God gives you a chance to let her drag another cushion before she dies, do you think this deal is worth it?"

Fu Ji pinched my waist, raised his eyebrows, and said, "So you let her out?"

I smiled, and it was a tacit acquiescence.

Fu Ji's strength is not small.

But now, he pinched very lightly, not as arrogant as before, he bit when he said, pinched when he said he said, and lost his temper when he said he lost his temper.

Now his hands are tickling.

He looked so weak and forced to be fine, no matter how many times I saw him, it always made my heart indescribably sour and uncomfortable.

I squeezed his hand and pressed my face lightly, already making up my mind.

No matter how much time we have, I'm going to be with him like this.

Until one of us is gone.