Chapter 15 Bu Yu Wu Huan finally agreed to hug him again.

"Take it off."

Wen Zheliu was stunned and immediately covered his collar.

"Wife, this is not good. There are outsiders in the store..."

"You like this one so much?"

He Jiuyue picked up the remaining clothes on display in the shop: "We need to change those too. One set is not enough? Let's try something else."

Wen Zheliu was embarrassed and slowly covered his face with his hands.

He thought He Jiyue was aroused and wanted to take him away in public.

It turned out that he was worrying too much.

Clothes in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple flowed over Wen Zheliu like flowing water.

He Jiuyue sat upright on a wooden chair, drinking tea and enjoying the show with great interest.

She is really beautiful and any clothes look good on her.

"It's all included."

Every store prefers customers with big spending power. The shopkeeper smiles and says, "Come back next time. If the size is wrong, you can send it back for modification," and sends them straight to the store entrance.

"Thank you, my wife." Wen Zheliu changed into the peach-pink shirt he tried on first, and still wore He Jiuyue's fox fur coat on the outside.

At this moment, the sun was setting and the north wind was blowing hard. Most of his face was hidden in his fur collar, like a delicate cat afraid of the cold.

"No need," He Jiuyue skillfully covered his hand, which had turned cold when the wind blew. "It's a rare opportunity for you to go out. What else do you want to buy?"

"I……"

"There's a dot on a tree on the mountain, and the cat replaces the prince without any sword or knife!"

A group of children suddenly came running over from the side, scrambling for a big bag of candy.

They sang so straightforwardly that even He Jiuyue, who had been trying to guess lantern riddles repeatedly during the Lantern Festival, frowned.

Wen Zheliu, who had a deep literary background, understood the meaning of it in an instant.

"山" (mountain) is homophonic to "三" (three), and "树" (tree) is homophonic to "竖" (vertical). The "丰" (Feng) in the name of the current Emperor Jingming He Feng is composed of three plus a vertical stroke, while the "玉" (Yu) in the name of the former Princess He Yuyao is composed of three plus a vertical stroke and a dot.

The second half of the sentence clearly implies that He Feng won the battle for the throne unfairly - the current Emperor Jingming He Feng is the civet cat, and He Yuyao is the prince appointed by the previous emperor.

He Jiuyue snatched the bag of candy that they were fighting over.

"Who taught you this nursery rhyme?"

Her temperament was too cold and harsh, and the moment she opened her mouth, she scared the children who were playing happily into tears.

"Father, Mother!"

They cried and shouted to go home to find their mother and father.

He Jiuyue waved his hand and asked Chen Jin to lead his followers to block the road.

"If you don't explain clearly, none of you will be able to leave."

The capital city is under the rule of the emperor, and the mothers and parents of ordinary children are either rich or noble. How could they have been scolded like this?

"My mother is the Minister of War!"

"Then do you know that the person in front of you is..."

Chen Jin was about to use He Jiuyue's identity to pressure him, but He Jiuyue raised her hand to stop him.

"There's no need to alert the enemy."

The children burst into tears, passers-by looked at them sideways, and He Jiuyue frowned.

She would not feel at ease unless she found out the reason, but the children were just singing a few nursery rhymes. She could not take them to jail and torture them just because she suspected that the nursery rhymes alluded to national affairs.

Isn't this a literary inquisition? It's unacceptable.

"My dear wife, let me do it."

He Jiuyue was in a dilemma when Wen Zheliu suddenly spoke.

He lifted his clothes and slowly squatted in front of the children, reaching the same height as them.

"Sisters and brothers, may I ask where you learned the song you are singing?"

The child was crying loudly, but he spoke softly and she finally stopped crying. Her mouth was slightly open, and she sobbed with red eyes, but she didn't say a word.

Wen Zheliu turned around, took the sugar bag from He Jiuyue's hand, and took out a piece of malt candy.

"The first one to answer gets candy."

Children don't hold grudges by nature. When they see the candy, they immediately giggle and start talking at once. They are only concerned with fighting for the candy and no longer cry.

"He's an old man..."

"That person is wearing a mask! How do you know she's not the old lady?"

"It's uncle!"

The children were chattering at once, noisier than a parrot. He Jiuyue listened for a long time and roughly concluded that the gender of the person was unknown, but most likely a man.

Regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, what does he look like?

He Jiuyue opened her mouth to ask more questions, but when she thought of her previous failure, she shut up awkwardly.

I understood when I heard the willows being cut.

He stuffed the candy into the hands of the girl who spoke first, and his eyebrows and eyes curved into crescent shapes in a smile.

"What does the uncle look like? Tall or short? Fat or thin?"

Where had the little girl ever seen such a top-notch honey trap? She stammered and confessed everything at once.

"Yes, he was a very kind, fat uncle, not very tall, very thin! There were almost no bones in his hands! Although I couldn't see his face clearly, his voice was a little thin...

"He gave us this bag of candy. He taught us nursery rhymes, but he forbade us to tell anyone about him. I'm only telling you, brother! Don't tell anyone else!"

The little girl had a soft voice, but He Jiuyue had good hearing. She crossed her arms behind Wen Zheliu and heard everything clearly.

But who was this "kind fat uncle"? She searched her mind but still couldn't find a suitable face.

Wen Zheliu smiled and nodded.

"Okay, brother won't tell anyone else."

He exerted force on his legs and was about to stand up when the little girl suddenly grabbed his hand with a blushing face.

"Brother, where do you live? I want to play with you."

"Your brother is already taken."

He Jiuyue, who was lowering his head to instruct Chen Jin to investigate, glanced and saw his beauty holding hands with another girl, and frowned almost inaudibly.

She bent down and picked up Wen Zheliu: "Don't bother a little girl like you."

Wen Zheliu was short of energy and blood, and always felt dizzy when squatting. He was suddenly rescued by He Jiuyue, and his ears were buzzing.

He leaned on He Jiuyue's shoulder, and after recovering from the dizziness, he silently put his arms around her neck.

Wuhuan finally agreed to hug him again.

The little girl refused to give up: "Sister, I'm very generous, we can be together!"

"Who wants to go with you?" He Jiuyue raised her chin and signaled Chen Jin to let them go. "Go home and eat your father's daughter."

Being driven away by Chen Jin with a cold face, the little girl looked back every few steps and finally left.

"You're good with children."

As soon as the little girl left, He Jiuyue lowered her head and looked at Wen Zheliu in her arms. Her eyes were dark and unclear, and it was unclear whether it was praise or accusation.

"It's you, my wife, who is too serious."

Wen Zheliu had neglected exercise and was panting every three steps. The few hours he had spent strolling outside the mansion with He Jiuyue had already exhausted all the energy he had accumulated over the days.

He was in a good mood as he finally had the chance to nestle in He Jiuyue's arms and laze around. He listened to He Jiuyue's sarcastic remarks, but instead of being annoyed, he started laughing.

"You've been fighting for years, so blood is inevitable on your body. You have a fierce look, so it's no surprise that children are afraid of you."

He Jiuyue has never believed in ghosts and gods...except for the time when he lent armor to help Wen Zheliu sleep better.

She just raised the corners of her mouth.

"Wen Zheliu, I've been too indulgent with you. How dare you criticize me?"

She just meant it as a joke, but Wen Zheliu was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word.

He...made her angry again?

"ah!"

He Jiuyue exerted force with his elbow, and Wen Zheliu was thrown into the air without warning.

His heart was still hanging in the air, but his body had already fallen steadily into He Jiuyue's arms.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not angry with you. Speak."

Wen Zheliu already had a heart disease, and after being frightened by her, he lost two of his three souls.

He clenched his five fingers into a fist and lightly hit He Jiuyue's chest.

"You scared me."

"……Feel sorry."

He Jiuyue was at a loss.

She just wanted to interact with Wen Zheliu to make him happier, but she didn't expect to backfire.

It's hard to coax people, and it's even harder to coax him.

After the commotion, He Jiuyue became serious again.

"A loving father often spoils his daughter. You must not spoil your daughter like this in the future."

Her father, Zhong Zi'an, was too weak and taught her to be kind to others, which is why she was bullied by those insignificant officials in her fiefdom.

One night, her father was feeding his crying younger brother the nipple when several officials rushed into the inner room in a very casual manner, saying that they wanted to discuss serious matters.

She was still young, carrying the spear left by her mother, and led the palace soldiers, beating and scolding them to drive them out. She wanted to write a letter asking her mother to send someone back to seek justice, but her father kept shaking his head.

"Your mother has things to do, and as a father, I cannot make things difficult for her because of these trivial matters."

She refused to listen and ordered the palace guards left by her mother to lock up this group of people for three days and three nights, and then beat them with dozens of boards before she felt relieved.

If she is really that tough, no one dares to disturb the princess's mansion anymore.

If she really followed her father's example, always tolerant, never retaliating when scolded or beaten, and came to the capital as a hostage at such a young age, how could she act like a spoiled child while her peers were acting like spoiled children with their mother and father, and establish her authority in the army?

How could he, upon learning that his mother had passed away at the border, bring back his mother's remains to the imperial mausoleum, responding to the cold response of Emperor Jingming, who said, "Yuyao's heart is with the border, why should she return home wrapped in a horse's hide?"?

As the sun sets, the ground temperature gradually decreases, a cold wind blows, and Wen Zheliu sneezes violently.

His nose turned red. "A tiger mother will have a dog daughter. Your child will definitely be excellent."

He Jiuyue hugged him tighter.

"My child is your child, isn't he?"

Wen Zheliu shook his head and reached out to push her.

"My wife, you are joking. I am not the only servant in your house."

He Jiuyue was stunned.

Previously in the mansion, she was afraid that if she lingered with Wen Zheliu and Xiaoqing, she would be heard by the spies planted in the mansion by Emperor Jingming, so she spoke vaguely. Now that everyone around her was her people, it was time to clarify the misunderstanding.

"Xiaoqing is just a plaything. You are the principal wife. If I, He Jiyue, have children, I will definitely hand them over to you to raise. You are well-read and will surely be able to raise them better than Xiaoqing."

Wen Zheliu pursed her lips and said nothing.

He actually fell to the point of being compared with Xiaoqing.

After all, he is a boy from a wealthy family, and Xiaoqing is just a foxy girl. He is more cunning than Xiaoqing, isn't this inevitable?

He Jiuyue didn't expect that men's thoughts were so difficult to guess.

Her frankness had the opposite effect.

Putting the struggling Wen Zheliu down, she touched his furrowed brow with her calloused fingertips.

"Unhappy again?"

"No." Wen Zheliu raised his head and forced a smile that was uglier than crying. "The princess gave me clothes and took great care of me. I'm just a criminal slave. What right do I have to throw a tantrum?"

He Jiuyue has been in the army for many years and has a keen intuition.

"Why did you call upon the 'Princess' for no reason? Did I make you angry again? Or have you always been blaming me?"

"No."

She pressed forward step by step, and Wen Zheliu kept retreating until his back hit the hard wall.

He wanted to ask He Jiuyue what he meant to her, but he felt that forcing her to answer would be too petty. He kept muttering "no" and didn't know whether he was saying "I'm not angry" or "I don't blame you."

He Jiuyue punched the wall.

"Wen Zheliu, you always dare not look at me when you lie. Now that your eyes are narrowed into slits, you are blaming me.

"Tell me, what exactly are you blaming me for? Are you blaming me for taking away your virginity and locking you up in a side hall? Or are you angry that I didn't save your mother and father? You... hate me, don't you?"

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