Chapter 104 Return to Beijing "He Jiyue, I can't sit still." ...

There is a layer of tent outside, and only a little wind can blow in from the corner. As for the sand and stones, they can only be isolated outside. How can they blow into the eyes?

Wen Zheliu was clearly crying, but he was unwilling to admit it.

As if to confirm what He Jiuyue was thinking, Wen Zheliu sniffed hard and forced a pale smile from the corner of his mouth.

"It's really okay." His voice was hoarse after crying, and it was obvious that he was trying to hide his feelings.

He Jiuyue was not in a hurry to expose it.

She pondered for a moment, then sent Chen Jin out again: "Chen Jin, have the military doctor come in and check on the young master. Make sure nothing is wrong."

The military doctor was waiting outside, and Chen Jin returned in no time.

He Jiuyue took Wen Zheliu's cold hands, tears in her eyes. She was about to talk to him in detail, but was ruthlessly interrupted again by Chen Jin's serious words, "Grand Marshal, the military doctor is coming in."

...unromantic.

"Show him."

He Jiuyue made room for Wen Zheliu on the bed, carefully helped him up, and placed a pillow under his lower back before pacing outside the tent. She waved to Chen Jin, "Come here. I have something to tell you."

Chen Jin was startled: "Aren't you going to stay in the tent and listen to the young master's condition?"

He Jiuyue gave her a meaningful look.

"Illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes like a thread being pulled out. This kind of illness will eventually heal. It's just a matter of prescribing acupuncture and taking medicine. I'm not a doctor, so there's no point in me staying here."

After the two left, Wen Zheliu felt inexplicably depressed.

Intellectually, he understood that there was nothing wrong with He Jiuyue.

Curing illnesses and saving lives is the job of the head doctor. He Jiuyue only read some medical books to take care of him. When it comes to treating illnesses, her attainments are definitely not as good as those of a military doctor.

Whether she stays here or not really has no effect on his illness.

If that's the case, why should he worry about it?

Just trapping yourself.

Wen Zheliu tried to comfort himself in this way, but it was of no use.

Those legs that were completely unable to move just lay quietly on the bed, as if baring their fangs and claws at him who could not see anything - Wen Zheliu, your heart and eyes were full of He Jiuyue, and you even cut off the meridians in your legs in order to win her attention.

But if you force it like this, nothing will be left.

The gloom in my heart was like the rolling black clouds on a rainy day, and the muffled thunder hidden in it turned into white light with a "crackling" sound.

Wen Zheliu clutched the blanket tightly.

He wanted to stab his legs again.

Suddenly there was a noise from the tent curtain, and he had another thought. Chen Jin would ask for permission in advance before entering, and the only one who could enter and leave freely was He Jiuyue.

She left, but only for a moment.

...She will always come back.

"Wife?" Wen Zheliu reached forward.

"I'm here." He Jiuyue said to the military doctor and pointed at Wen Zheliu's leg.

The military doctor said nothing, but just shook his head slowly.

...It's really impossible to save the situation.

Wen Zheliu, do you hate your legs so much that you have to prick them until they bleed and sever the meridians?

Before He Jiyue could exhale the pent-up anger in his chest, Wen Zheliu, with dilated pupils, forced a smile: "Wife, Zheliu has something I want to ask for your instructions."

His eyebrows curved, as if he was in high spirits and didn't mind her leaving just now.

He Jiyue nodded: "You say."

"The child is already over a month old, but he only has a surname, not a name." Wen Zheliu said with a smile, "I wonder if my wife will show any favor to him?"

"It's natural."

Talking about this, He Jiuyue was filled with emotion.

She picked up Wen Zheliu and moved his paralyzed legs wrapped in white cloth onto her knees.

"When I learned you were pregnant, I went to the library and looked through various books. I picked out five for each, whether it was a girl or a boy... But after meeting this girl, I wanted to come up with a new one. I felt that the previous ones were no longer suitable."

She paused here and didn't continue for several breaths.

This made Wen Zheliu very anxious.

"If you have an idea, then go ahead and tell me. Don't try to keep me hanging."

He hummed in his voice, and his furry black hair rubbed against He Jiuyue's body, like a cat that had retracted its sharp claws and was using its thick paw pads to step on its owner.

"If you want to know what happens next, eat this steamed bun."

He Jiuyue's hands, which had been behind her back, took out a hot steamed bun as if by magic.

We will be marching a long distance later and it will be inconvenient to stop along the way.

Wen Zheliu was weak and even if he slept soundly in the carriage, he would feel uncomfortable due to the shaking. If he didn't eat something to fill his stomach, he would definitely feel dizzy and unable to open his eyes.

Not only him, but other soldiers could not move forward if they were hungry.

While the military doctor was taking Wen Zheliu's pulse, He Jiuyue instructed Chen Jin to postpone the departure time by three quarters of an hour and asked the cook to prepare some food.

Although porridge is easy to digest, Wen Zheliu has had a poor appetite recently. Eating only porridge will cause him to have acid reflux and belching.

Noodles are more suitable for him.

He Jiyue tore off a small piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into Wen Zheliu's mouth: "I'll tell you after you finish eating."

When he heard Zheliu's words, his cheeks twitched.

Without any support from his lower limbs, he chewed and chewed until his whole body slid down involuntarily and swallowed the steamed bun into his throat. He grabbed He Jiyue's neck with both hands and said, "He Jiyue, I can't sit still."

He Jiuyue held his hips with one hand.

He was the one who had bound Wen Zheliu tightly to the wheelchair when he was sitting in it.

"It's okay, I'll hold you."

The reassuring warmth came through the skin, continuously, and Wen Zheliu was proud of being favored.

"I'm done eating."

"You're not the type to cheat like that."

He Jiuyue's empty hands were filled with steamed buns, and she touched Wen Zheliu's relaxed hands, letting him feel how much of the bun was left through touch: "There's still a big piece left."

There was no possibility of winning the struggle by force. Wen Zheliu pursed his lips and started to reason.

"Everything has to be developed gradually. I haven't eaten for a long time, and when I suddenly eat something, my stomach feels bloated..."

As expected, He Jiuyue was led away by the second half of his sentence.

"Where does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."

"If I massage it, it's not that urgent." Wen Zheliu raised a triumphant smile. "I'm just feeling depressed, which is why I have stomach discomfort. The solution is simple. Tell me your daughter's name, and I'll be fine."

He Jiuyue was silent for a moment and did not refuse.

"He Yue, the Yue of joy."

Wen Zheliu was stunned and nodded repeatedly.

This name is short, and at first glance, it seems that the elder who named it was not careful.

But combined with my daughter, it's a wonderful thing.

He Yue, how happy! The little girl always burst into tears when she disagrees with something, so it’s better for her to be happy. This name makes up for it and complements it. This name is also a homonym of "lotus leaf". She was born in summer and is a tender lotus root baby that ran out from under a lotus leaf.

It's really vivid.

"I like this name." Wen Zheliu raised the corner of his mouth half a foot high, "But I really can't eat this steamed bun anymore. I'm going to throw up if I eat any more."

He Jiuyue didn't dare to use force on Wen Zheliu's fragile stomach, so he had to put away the steamed bun.

"We'll be leaving in a moment. I'll let Murong Jin handle the affairs of Xiyue. Regarding Xiyue, is there anything else you can't let go of?"

Wen Zheliu nodded and said, "Could you please send a guard named Xiaobai from the palace to serve us?"

"Okay." He Jiuyue agreed.

Wen Zheliu rubbed his chin with his fingertips.

"Oh, and there's a cat named Xueyu."

cat?

The big cat with a mouse in its mouth outside the carriage half a year ago suddenly appeared before his eyes. He Jiuyue grasped the clue and raised an eyebrow: "Is the cat you are talking about a big cat with a snow-white body and a slightly plump body?"

"……Um?"

How did she know Xueyu looked like this?

Wen Zheliu was a little confused and replied a little slowly.

But all I heard was He Jiuyue sighing.

"It turns out that the person in the carriage that day was you."

My heart trembles when I hear the broken willow tree.

If He Jiuyue hadn't mentioned it, he himself would have forgotten that he had deceived He Jiuyue and hadn't apologized yet.

"He Wuhuan, I know that as a husband, I shouldn't hide things from my wife, but I was forced to do so by the circumstances... I won't do that again. From now on, I will change this bad habit and never lie to you again. I will never hide anything from you again."

"What's wrong with you? You've only lied to me once."

He Jiuyue placed a light kiss on his forehead.

"I just want you to be safe and happy."

Hearing about the willows being cut, my heart felt warm.

He slowly took out the white jade amulet from his sleeve and hummed softly, "I still have this amulet."

He Jiyue hugged him tightly: "As long as you are safe."

Finally, in a hurry to set off, Chen Jin went to the Xiyue Palace in person to pick up Xiaobai and Xueyu. As soon as Xiaobai saw and heard the willow, he burst into tears and cried out, "Your Majesty!"

"Stop calling me Your Majesty." Wen Zheliu scratched the tip of his nose with his finger, "Call back the young master."

“…Ah?” Xiaobai was puzzled, but he obediently helped Wen Zheliu onto the cloth sedan chair, pushed it to the side of the carriage, then carried Wen Zheliu up first, and then put the sedan chair away.

Only then did he have an idea.

The Central Plains and Western Yue are on good terms. Your Majesty has abdicated, and the current emperor is He Da Sima of the Central Plains.

The journey back to Xiyue was long, so He Jiuyue chose the nearest road to save time. However, this road had both advantages and disadvantages. It was short, but not well maintained, and was only suitable for people who marched all year round.

Wen Zheliu was in great pain in the speeding carriage.

He gritted his teeth and curled up his movable upper body, trying to stick closer to the carriage.

It seems that this can relieve dizziness.

He Yue beside him was quiet.

At such a young age, she can close her eyes and rest in a galloping carriage. She has some of her mother's steady talent.

The carriage was swaying, and the steamed bun that Wen Zheliu had swallowed before was moving up and down with the stones on the road, ready to burst out of his throat at any time.

Xiaobai held the spittoon in both hands and waited respectfully with a pious attitude.

Wen Zheliu concentrated all his energy to resist the nausea, thinking that the road was so long and there would always be an end. He could just turn a blind eye and endure it and it would pass.

But the carriage stopped suddenly.

It keeps moving forward, and although it is bumpy, at least the shaking is traceable.

It was really scary to stop suddenly.

"vomit--"

The sound of splashing water was heard, and Wen Zheliu finally couldn't hold it anymore. He poured the half piece of steamed bun that he had swallowed bitterly before leaving into the spittoon.

He Yue, who was beside him, was startled by him, gasped twice, and burst into tears.

It is indeed her nature to remain calm in the face of difficulties.

But she is still a half-grown child now.

When a good sleep is disturbed, the instinct is to cry.

"Breaking willows? He Yue?"

With a swish, He Jiyue lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and asked Xiaobai, who was serving He Yue on the left and Wen Zheliu on the right, "What happened?"

"Report—"

Before Xiaobai could reply, a sharp and hoarse long cry came from a distance, and a soldier wearing armor similar to that of the imperial guards followed closely behind. He clamped his legs around the horse's belly and galloped to He Jiuyue.

"Grand Marshal, urgent news has arrived from the capital! Please return to the capital immediately!"