Fu Wenjing said that asking Long Xingche to help her carve a small peony was mainly because she thought that carving a large thing would be very laborious, so the small thing should not be so troublesome!

After listening to this, Long Xingche said excitedly: "I have this intention, it seems that we husband and wife really have a good understanding!" ”

“……”

Fu Wenjing looked at Long Xingche, who was extremely excited at this time, as if he had to use something to tie the two of them together.

Long Xingche saw that Fu Wenjing had nothing to say to him again, so he said embarrassedly: "Jing'er, don't you even want to say thank you to me?" ”

"Thank you...... Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

After Fu Wenjing finished speaking, she thought very distressedly, she didn't expect her to become such a person, and even let the tutor say thank you.

Long Xingche stretched out his hand to touch Fu Wenjing's cheek, and said with a smile: "Good behave, you look slowly, I only thought of carving in front of you after learning the skills from the carving master." ”

"The concubine obeys!"

So, such a ridiculous scene happened in the Jingxuan Palace, Long Xingche was carefully carving the wood, and Fu Wenjing was lying on the side, quietly watching Long Xingche carving the first "carving work" in his life one by one.

Fu Wenjing watched Long Xingche engraving the dragon with all his body, and for some reason his eyes suddenly became sleepy, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep unconsciously. ”

After Fu Wenjing fell asleep, her body turned to the side, and Long Xingche, who had been quietly observing Fu Wenjing's state, became nervous, threw the carving knife to the ground at once, and caught Fu Wenjing's crumbling body.

Long Xingche looked at Fuwen Jing's sleeping face, and said with a doting smile: "Jing'er, I have found something to do that you don't like to see very much!" ”

After speaking, Long Xingche gently picked up Fu Wenjing and walked towards the dormitory.

Yuehe and Qixin saw Long Xingche carrying the sleeping Fu Wenjing to the dormitory, so the two of them took the lead in running to the dormitory to help Fu Wenjing lay the quilt!

"Jing'er, sleep well!" Long Xingche put Fu Wenjing on the bed that Yuehe and Qixin had just made, and didn't leave, just held his chin and looked at Fu Wenjing stupidly.

Yuehe and Qixin saw this scene and quietly left.

Long Xingche looked at Fu Wenjing's beautiful face, and couldn't help but say: "My Jing'er is so beautiful, so what will the son born with me look like?" It is said that sons are like mothers, so if our sons are born, they must be like you, right? ”

Long Xingche couldn't help but put his hand on Fu Wenjing's face again and began to caress it!

"Hmmm......"

Long Xingche had been stroking Fu Wenjing's face, so Fu Wenjing felt that her face was very itchy, so she flicked Long Xingche's hand impatiently, turned around and fell asleep inside!

"I'm still so afraid of itching, hehe!"

After Long Xingche finished laughing, he suddenly saw that there seemed to be something under Fu Wenjing's pillow, and he couldn't help but open Fu Wenjing's pillow and saw a black cloth bag, Long Xingche opened it and looked at it.

However, when Long Xingche opened the cloth bag, he found a lot of paper full of words. After seeing the content, Long Xingche couldn't help but widen his eyes, and even his nose snorted because he was overly angry!

"Fu Wenjing! What is the use of you collecting these? ”

After reading the last page, Lao Xingche couldn't help it, so he threw the stack of paper on the face of Fu Wenjing, who was sleeping.

"H-what?" Fu Wenjing was woken up by Long Xingche's stack of papers and thrown heavily in the face!

After Fu Wenjing opened her eyes and reacted, she saw Long Xingche standing in front of his bed with an angry face, as if she wanted to eat her. As soon as she saw Long Xingche's expression, she knew that she must have something to provoke Long Xingche again.

She remembered that she felt that she was woken up by something thrown by Long Xingche, so she quickly lowered her head and looked at it, throwing a piece of paper on the ground!

"What is this?"

Long Xingche angrily pointed at Fu Wenjing and said, "What is it?" See for yourself! You are so bold that you dare to question the state affairs I have handled, and you dare to secretly hide such a private state affairs after reviewing them on my behalf. ”

Long Xingche's words made Fu Wenjing, who was originally sleepy, suddenly alert, and she glared at her eyes and said innocently: "I don't understand what the emperor means?" ”

Fu Wenjing said as she picked up the papers and looked at them!

Fu Wenjing only glanced at it, and understood why Long Xingche was so angry. It turned out that all the things recorded on these papers were the contents of Long Xingche's recent state affairs and ministers' presentations, and even the things that Long Xingche and the ministers discussed together in the Chaohui Palace!

Fu Wenjing stared blankly at the notes on these papers that someone imitated her, writing annotations with a red pen and Zhu Annotation, just like the emperor was dealing with things!

Fu Wenjing looked at Long Xingche's angry face: "This is written by someone else imitating my handwriting, who is impersonating my handwriting!" ”

"Hairpin is your unique font, even if I close my eyes, I can see that this is your character, and you still don't admit it!"

Long Xingche saw that Fu Wenjing moved his body, and there was something bulging under the futon, so he took three steps and made two steps, walked to Fu Wenjing's bed, and lifted the futon at once, and sure enough, he saw that under Fu Wenjing's futon, there was another black cloth bag!

Long Xingche grabbed it, opened it and looked at it. After reading it this time, his face turned iron blue because of excessive anger!

"Fu Wenjing, how bold should you be to dare to do these things." Long Xingche took a stack of papers, raised it and scolded Fu Wenjing.

Long Xingche looked like this, even if Fu Wenjing had a great sleepiness at this time, it disappeared.

She saw that the bed was full of state affairs that Long Xingche had recently handled, and the unified font on it was all hairpin flowers that were extremely similar to her handwriting, and she felt that this matter was getting more and more weird: "The emperor won't think that I did all these things, right?" ”

"In the past, I believed everything you said. But I just thought of a very serious possibility, whether it is or not, I can't guarantee it! ”

Long Xingche picked up a small hairpin with hairpins written on it, as well as the content of the annotation of the red pen, and put it in front of Fu Wenjing: "I think that after you give birth to this child, this child is likely to be used by you or others, and then do an extremely terrible thing!" ”

"What the emperor said is that someone imitates my handwriting and then criticizes the emperor's folds? It's not something I did, I've never done anything like it. Fu Wenjing denied that this did not exist.

Long Xingche looked at Fu Wenjing's very innocent appearance, and he was very angry, and said, for example: "Wu Meiniang in the time of Tang Gaozong, just like you, just gave him some advice at first, but later Yue Yu sat in the position of empress......

Only then did Fu Wenjing know that Long Xingche's brain circuit was so jumping: "Your Majesty, can you sober up?" Even if the concubine dies ten times, she won't have the same thoughts, the biggest dream of my life, don't you know best? ”