He was in good spirits at every happy event, and after releasing his quarrel with Wei Yingluo, Hongli was overjoyed for several days, but the little eunuch beside him made a mistake and poured tea on him. Don't punish him.
Or the good news came in pairs. On this day, he was dealing with government affairs in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, when he suddenly saw Li Yu rushing in from the outside.
"Your Majesty!" Li Yu saluted, "Jinchuan victory! General Fucha personally supervises the division and captures several bunkers in Jinchuan!"
Hongli stood up immediately, with a happy expression on his face: "Really? Jin Chuan won, Fu Heng won!"
Li Yu: "Yes, Jinchuan Tusi Sha Luo rushed to the table and asked to drop the table, and the army will return to the DPRK immediately!"
"Good! Good! Good" Hongli said three good words in succession, "My vision is not wrong, Fu Heng is indeed a rare general! Passing on the decree, Fu Heng will return to Beijing to report his duties first!"
This battle has been fought for two full years. When Fu Heng returned to the mansion, the people in Fucha Mansion almost didn't recognize him. The handsome young master who was like a full moon in the past is not only dark, but also thin, and the dust is full of dust. Appearance, compared to the full moon, more like a desert smoke.
"Fu Heng, Fu Heng!" The old lady rushed out quickly, her eyes became more and more difficult, she was clearly in front of her, but she couldn't see, and couldn't stop groping around with both hands, "Where are you? where?"
"Emother!" Fu Heng hurriedly reached out to support her.
The old lady followed his hand, groped for his cheek, and gradually recognized her son's face, and said with tears in her eyes: "After walking for almost three years, you can be considered to be back, son, you have lost weight..."
"It's good to come back." Er Qing walked over in a fancy dress and smiled sweetly, "Don't leave again in the future, lest E-niang and I are worried."
When he saw her, Fu Heng's expression darkened immediately: "Why are you here?"
Although the old lady couldn't see it, she heard that he was in a wrong mood, so she scolded a little: "You go for a walk, leave your daughter-in-law behind, pity her with a big belly and almost died of dystocia, if I hadn't forcibly ordered someone to break it open. That building, you will kill me without my grandson!"
Fu Heng said indifferently: "Isn't it all right now?"
The old lady doesn't know why he has such an attitude. He treats everyone well, and treats Er Qing like an enemy. She persuaded her many times, but it was useless. The two are like a broken mirror, even if they are forcibly put together, the cracks will always be there.
Now I can only look forward to that child, so that the two can be reunited. The old lady said: "Okay, come and meet your son, Fukangan... Fukangan..."
The crowd parted and a small boy came towards them.
He was about two or three years old, wearing a blue robe with brocade flowers, a treasure cap on his head, and a beautiful oriental pearl on the hat, overflowing with light. The child walked up to Fu Heng, raised his head, looked at Fu He timidly, with extremely beautiful eyes, very much like the Hongli he remembered when he was young.
Fu Heng only felt a needle in his heart, and turned his head quickly: "E-niang, my son still has to go to the palace to report his work, so I can't stay at home for a long time. I'll come back and talk to E-niang at night, okay?"
State affairs and family affairs, for people like Yu Fucha, state affairs are always bigger than family affairs. The old lady could only nod her head in agreement, and before leaving, she did not forget to instruct: "You come back early, don't spend all your time on national affairs, and occasionally take some time out to accompany your wife, and also have kids."
Fu Heng nodded reluctantly, but he didn't want to see the mother and son at all. He sent the old lady away, and was about to leave immediately, as if he was chasing two beasts.
"Stop." One of them stopped him.
Seeing that Fu Heng kept walking, the other party simply trotted over and stopped Fu Heng reluctantly.
"Fu Heng." Erqing's makeup is exquisite, but no matter how thick the powder and the rouge are, it can't hide the viciousness hidden in her smile, "This is your son, why don't you take a good look at him?"
As she spoke, she pushed Fukangan forward.
Fu Heng looked away again, he really didn't want to see those familiar eyes.
"You know, I almost had a difficult childbirth and died in the attic." Er Qing smiled, "Now that you met me, didn't you even say a word of apology?"
Fu Heng said coldly, "There are doctors and midwives in the building."
He hates her for cheating, hates her for calculating Hongli, and even conceives a taboo child. But even so, he didn't intend to kill her, and he still kept him alive with good food and wine, and he didn't owe her anything at all, and only took one thing from her—freedom.
Er Qing only remembered that he took away her freedom, but didn't remember everything he gave her.
Perhaps in her opinion, Fu Heng owes her forever, so of course she can take revenge from him and ask him for everything.
"I need my husband's care more." She moved closer to Fu Heng and asked him for what she wanted most - love.
But Fu Heng stretched out his hand and pushed her away, smiling faintly: "Since you did that thing, Fucha Fu Heng is no longer your husband."
Er Qing was silent for a moment, then smiled at him: "Fu Heng, you won't be so ruthless to me."
"Do you think that I have feelings for you when I keep you here?" Fu Heng looked at her with no emotion in his eyes, and his eyes slowly turned to Fukang'an, it was difficult to say, "It's just for this child... Since you are When you give birth to him, you will be a qualified mother, and from now on, don't bring shame on yourself."
Fukangan shivered, hid his small body behind Erqing, and looked at him with his head.
Fu Heng looked at the child.
He had no way to give him his father's love, and he didn't even know what kind of eyes he should look at him in the future. Do you want to see Wei Yingluo?"
Fu Heng ignored her.
"Oh, look at my mouth!" Er Qing's voice became louder, "How can I call her Wei Yingluo, I should call her a concubine!"
Fu Heng paused and looked back suddenly: "What did you say?"
Not in a hurry to answer his question, Erqing bent down and hugged Fu Kangan who was hiding in her arms. The two beasts, one big and one small, looked at Fu Heng together, an unspeakable humiliation and an unspeakable embarrassment.
"The embarrassment I gave you, and the pain Fukang'an gave you, seem to add up to nothing compared to a Wei Yingluo." Er Qing smiled and said, "Look at you, your face is so pale... You don't want to see Is she? Go, go look for her in the Yanxi Palace, kneel in front of her, and call her concubine."
Every word, every word, plunged into Fu Heng's chest like a knife, causing him to lose too much blood and bruises all over his body. "I don't believe it." He closed his eyes, then gritted his teeth and opened them again, "You lied to me!"
He fled with some staggering steps, got on his horse, and rushed into the palace gate.
He could not ride a horse in the palace, so he dismounted, threw the reins in his hand into the hands of the guard, and hurried into the palace, but not in the direction of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
"Fu Heng!" A hand grabbed his arm, "Are you crazy?"
Fu Heng looked back at the other party: "Let go."
Hai Lancha seemed to be running all the way, breathing slightly, sweat on his forehead, looked around vigilantly, and then lowered his voice: "The emperor is still waiting for you in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, what are you doing in Yanxi Palace?"
As a foreign minister, trespassing into the inner palace privately is a death penalty.
What's more, Fu Heng and Wei Yingluo have the same past...
Fu Heng knew that something was wrong, but he couldn't control his feet. They seemed to have lost control, and only desperately walked towards Yanxi Palace, running in the direction of that person.
"I..." Fu Heng murmured, "I have something to tell her."
He kept this sentence in his heart for a long time.
Originally planned to tell her before going to the battlefield, but after thinking about it carefully, if she died on the battlefield, wouldn't this sentence become a burden on her? So in the Yuanmingyuan, he only glanced at her from a distance, then swallowed the words that came to his mouth, turned around silently, and rushed to the battlefield.
He said to himself, "I keep these words in my heart. If I die on the battlefield, this heart will rot with me. If I come back alive, I will cut this heart out and give it to her."
"...Here!" Hailancha suddenly pulled him, "Hush your head down!"
Fu Heng refused to lower his head, he looked straight at Cai Zhan who was slowly approaching in front of him.
In exchange for a chance to speak.
But he didn't want to, and finally came back alive, but he had lost the qualification to speak to her.
This heart did not rot on the battlefield, but in his chest...
If she felt anything, Wei Yingluo suddenly turned her head in the battle, the bright moon on her ear followed her movements, and flickered in the air, two snow-white rays of light practiced, her eyes were more piercing than pearls, and they were fixed on Fu Heng's face.