Chapter 21: Hot "If you move again, I will bully you here." ...

Seeing Wen Zheliu, who had just begun to show some energy, lowered his eyes and looked like "Thunder, rain and dew are all my wife's kindness. I can only bear it if you despise me, but I will be very sad if you hurt my heart", He Jiuyue hurriedly stuffed the wine glass into his hand.

“It’s not like I won’t give it to you…”

"Princess, if the beauty wants it, just give it to him."

Guan Ze had a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, rough man in his left hand and a soft, charming, beautiful man in his right hand. He raised his chin towards Wen Zheliu and said, "Hey, beautiful lady, long time no see."

Wen Zheliu quickly hid behind He Jiuyue.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

"You should know me," Guan Ze said, his smile deepening. "When we were little, you threatened me that if I gave the princess my homework again, you would report me to the teacher. But you turned around and stuffed your homework into the princess's hands, and even reported me to the teacher."

Old memories came to mind, and when I heard Zheliu, I really remembered Guan Ze.

Apart from Chen Jin, she was the closest to Wuhuan back then!

Angry about Guan Ze snatching Wu Huan away from him, Wen Zheliu still stared at her with wide eyes, pretending not to know her, and with tears in his eyes, he pulled He Jiuyue's sleeve from behind.

"Princess, I don't understand what she says. She's so fierce, I'm afraid."

He Jiuyue's heart softened when she saw him crying. She stopped talking when she was about to ask about what happened in the past. She hugged the boy in her arms and gently stroked his back.

"Guan Ze, you scared him."

"My apologies," Guan Ze shrugged. "But there's a saying that goes, 'The crying baby gets candy.' When Master Wen cries, he's truly pitiful."

She supported herself on the table with both hands and leaned forward. "Young Master Wen was famous throughout the capital when he was young. Now that he has grown up, he is even more beautiful and charming. Even if all the servants in my house were added together, they would not be as beautiful as you. It is no wonder that you, the princess, fell for him."

Guan Ze looked straight at Wen Zheliu, like a falcon staring at a rabbit, very unreasonable.

Wen Zheliu dived into He Jiuyue's shoulder socket.

"She's also a fierce slave."

"My friend's husband, you can't..." He Jiuyue was about to declare in a cold voice, "Wen Zheliu is my man, don't have any ideas about him," but heard Guan Ze say.

"But I have something I want to ask Master Wen."

Without waiting for Wen Zheliu to accept her question, she asked, "Did you know that your father is from Xiyue?"

Wen Zheliu was startled.

As the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple who had tried countless people, it was difficult for him to answer this question.

If he answered "I don't know", it would be a disguised admission that his father was from Xiyue. However, his father had been scalped after entering the Pass. Logically, they should not have found out.

If he answered "My father is not from Xiyue", it would seem that he was trying to cover up the truth. He had not verified it, so how could he know?

"Stop judging him like that."

He Jiuyue warned coldly: "Guan Ze, he is not your prisoner."

Guan Ze raised his hands in surrender: "Since the princess has spoken, I will not ask any more questions. Today is your farewell banquet, I offer you a toast."

She drank it all quickly and said, "Goodbye."

Cold sweat slowly rolled down his back, wetting the clothes that were sticking to his back. Wen Zheliu suddenly started coughing.

This difficult hurdle was finally overcome.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He held his chest and gasped for a long time before he was able to breathe in his stuffy lungs and was freed from the state of suffocation and near death.

"Are you scared by Guan Ze?"

He Jiyue tapped his back gently: "She is like this when she encounters a case, suspicious. Plus, she has been obsessed with investigating cases recently. Your mother and father are collaborators, and you are the only one left alive. It is normal for her to hold on to you.

"But if you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. You haven't done anything wrong, so I won't let her force you to admit it. Don't worry."

The more I heard about the willow-breaking story, the more uneasy I felt.

She was willing to protect him because "he didn't do it."

What would she do if he really did it?

With a shudder, Wen Zheliu suddenly picked up the wine bottle on the table and drank it in one gulp.

The old wine was spicy, and even He Jiuyue only dared to swallow half a cup at a time. However, Jianwen Zheliu was like a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger, so she drank it all, and her slightly frown deepened.

"You've never drunk alcohol before, don't drink so much at once."

He Jiyue picked up the square cake on the table, took a bite, and made sure it was sweet before putting it into Wen Zheliu's mouth: "I didn't eat anything before coming here. If you feel uncomfortable later, you might cry. Eat something first and then drink."

"No, nothing."

Wen Zheliu covered his lips and coughed a few times, then waved his hand to refuse the cakes she offered: "I can drink it."

Without waiting for the palace maid to add more wine, he filled his own glass again. Holding He Jiuyue's wine bottle, which was a circle larger than others, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

He Jiuyue had never seen Wen Zheliu, who was bedridden, have such a heroic side. She was stunned for a while before trying to persuade him.

"Drink slowly."

How dare I be slow when I hear the willows being broken?

Only the spicy taste of strong liquor could soothe his limbs that were chilled by guilt.

“Cough! Cough cough…”

He drank too fast and was choked by the smell of willow branches.

He Jiyue thought he was drunk and about to vomit, so she quickly grabbed a spittoon, but he only saw him pinching his waist and shaking his head: "I'm fine."

Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, shining under the dim palace lanterns like twinkling stars in the night sky.

"It's just, cough, choked."

"That's enough." He Jiuyue held his slender white wrist, "We have to hurry tomorrow, don't drink so much."

"No."

Alcohol gives cowards courage. Wen Zheliu couldn't move one hand, so he took the wine glass with the other hand and filled it up again.

"It is you, my lord, who will be traveling tomorrow, not me. You should not drink too much, but this farewell banquet requires a full enjoyment and a drunken stupor. Since you are not in a position to drink, I will do it for you."

After three cups of yellow soup, Wenzheliu's cheeks, which had been withered for years, turned red, just like a precious flower that had been nurtured for many years and was finally about to bloom. Looking at it made people want to stay with it day and night just to witness the moment the flower bloomed with their own eyes.

"Do you still want to drink?"

Jianwen Zheliu slowly lay down on the table, squinting his eyes, looking like he was about to sleep. He Jiuyue patted his face.

"Hmm?"

Wen Zheliu's voice was muffled: "Wuhuan, don't move, I feel dizzy."

He must be drunk.

Otherwise, how could he dare to call her by her name so blatantly?

The first time she saw his charming drunken look, He Jiuyue couldn't help but smile.

"Guiyun, you are drunk."

"I...I'm not drunk."

Wen Zheliu suddenly raised his head and fumbled around on the table before finding the wine glass. He was so drunk that he couldn't even find the wine jug, but he was still trying to be brave.

"Where's the wine? I want some wine!"

In front of Wen Zheliu, He Jiuyue hid the wine jug under the table and watched him groping for it while holding on to the wall with a smile.

"No more eating."

"Ji Yue." He Ji Yue was arguing with Wen Zheliu when suddenly Emperor Jing Ming walked over and said a bunch of polite words to her. She just responded with a few words and when she raised her eyes, Wen Zheliu, who was moving with the help of the wall, had disappeared.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I have someone to look for, so I will take my leave now."

He can't even walk steadily, where can he run to?

He Jiuyue was just walking quickly during the banquet, but when she was out of sight of most people, she immediately broke into a run. She looked around and called out Wen Zheliu's name.

"Wen Zheliu?"

After shouting several times without any response, He Jiuyue was about to call Chen Jin for reinforcements when she suddenly discovered in the moonlight a swaying figure among the dead branches and leaves. When she saw that it was Wen Zheliu, her heart sank back into her stomach.

He was originally wandering aimlessly in the Imperial Garden.

"I called you, why didn't you answer?"

She took two or three steps forward to question him, but Wen Zheliu looked innocent.

"I didn't hear it."

His eyes were clear, as if he heard his master calling him. His ears twitched and he flicked his tail, still pretending to be deaf.

Really spoiled.

"I'll trust you for once," He Jiuyue said with a lingering fear, "The Imperial Garden is full of people. You're in a very dangerous state. Don't leave my sight. Got it?"

"Yeah." He responded casually, lacking interest.

Wen Zheliu did not seem tired after getting drunk. Instead, he was full of energy. He walked around the huge imperial garden several times and refused to stop no matter what. He Jiuyue could not persuade him, so she had to follow him and help him from time to time.

Falling into He Jiuyue's arms again, Wen Zheliu finally stopped saying "I'm fine".

"Ugh, dizzy."

He rubbed his slightly cool nose against her warm earlobe.

He Jiuyue had expected this moment to come.

He is in poor health and can't drink much. The discomfort he feels now is secondary. He is afraid that he will have a splitting headache when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

You have to sober up quickly.

She let him drink, waiting for this moment.

Only at this moment would he lie on her obediently, retract his sharp claws, and act like a good cat.

"If you feel dizzy, come back home. I'll ask the chef to make you some hangover soup."

"Why do I need to drink hangover soup? I didn't drink too much."

He Jiyue said calmly: "If you don't drink too much, you will not be able to stand steadily?"

Wen Zheliu was furious and said, "No!"

Although no one dared to watch He Jiuyue's excitement, Wen Zheliu was really noisy, and the banquet was just over, so people coming and going couldn't help but take a glance at him. He Jiuyue immediately picked up Wen Zheliu.

"Don't move."

"No!" Wen Zheliu struggled, like a fish just caught from the lake, out of its familiar environment, jumping around wildly.

He Jiuyue coaxed him patiently for a few words, and found that the drunkard was unreasonable, so she stopped holding him in her arms and instead supported his hips and let him clamp his legs around her waist.

"If you move again, I'll bully you here."

"How do you want to bully the slave?"

There was a glimmer of anticipation in Wen Zheliu's eyes.

He Jiuyue held up half of his buttocks with one hand and slapped it with the other hand.

"Is this enough?"

“Hmm!”

She didn't use much force, but Wen Zheliu's skin was so delicate and tender that she couldn't bear the pain at all. He grabbed her shoulders and rubbed them upwards a few times, gasping: "It hurts..."

"You still feel the pain?" He Jiuyue was about to hit him a second time, but she couldn't bear it. "Then are you still making trouble?"

Wen Zheliu hummed for a long time but didn't give a definite answer.

He lay on He Jiuyue's shoulder. He Jiuyue couldn't turn her head to look at him. She could only hear his shallow breathing, as if he was asleep.

Finally stopped making trouble.

Fine white grains fell from the night sky. He Jiuyue stepped on the newly fallen snow, one step at a time, carried him back to the carriage, and slowly placed him on the cushion.

Maybe he was drunk and feeling unwell, or maybe he was cold without her warm embrace.

Wen Zheliu was quiet for a while, then started to make noise again.

"Wife, I'm so hot."

As he spoke, he climbed onto He Jiuyue. When he was tired of moving, he sat down on her lap, put his arms around her neck, and hummed into her ear.

"How can it be hot in such a cold weather?"

He Jiyue was still worried that he would be cold, so she stuffed the hot water bottle into his hand and said, "Hurry up and hold it, or you will catch a cold again."

“Hmm…”

Wen Zheliu didn't take it, and instead dragged out the tone, rubbing his entire body against her randomly: "But it's really—hot—"

The warm breath sprayed all over her cheeks, and He Jiuyue was startled when she touched his hand.

"Why are your hands so hot?"

Although that wine has the effect of strengthening the body and enhancing yang, nothing happened to her after she drank it. He and she drank from the same pot of wine. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be in trouble, so should she be fine?

Wen Zheliu threw himself into her arms.

"Hmm, my wife feels so cool."

Is she a normal woman or an energetic young woman? He Jiuyue stared at his flushed cheeks, and her eyes gradually became dangerous.

Alcohol alone would not have such an effect. Who drugged him?

As the saying goes, long illness makes a good doctor. He Jiuyue is strong, but she has a medicine bottle with her. In addition, the battlefield is brutal, so she also learned how to take pulses from the military doctor.

She pulled Wen Zheliu's white hand and pressed it gently for a while, then frowned.

"Who gave you the wine?"

"No one but you."

Having not seen He Jiuyue move for a long time, Wen Zheliu simply took the initiative and nibbled her lips.

He only drank He Jiuyue's wine from beginning to end. As for the love poison, he had just given it to himself in the Imperial Garden.

"I don't want to drink other people's."

It was rare to see Zheliu taking the initiative, so He Jiuyue gently pinched his wrist.

"Wen Guiyun, do you know what you are doing?"

"I know."

He was so hot that he could not bear the heat and his words were unclear.

He grabbed He Jiuyue's hand and put it on himself.

With the beauty in his arms, He Jiuyue wanted to go with the flow several times, but thinking of Wen Zheliu's fragile body like glass, he finally reached out and pushed him.

"You haven't fully recovered yet, wait a few more days."

"Ugh, no!"

Wen Zheliu shook his head vigorously, with redness in the corners of his eyes.

"Wife, please love me."

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Next chapter v, pre-adoption of female E and male A, male child seeking adoption~

[Big Boss E pretends to be a commoner B and is an undercover actor x Real cat Commander A is aloof and cool] Female E pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger | Lame cat and male servant | Male A gives birth to a child with a cold face

Commander Shi Mian was ambushed and his starship crashed, smashing through a civilian house in the enemy country B. His legs became lame and he was unable to move. The owner Jiang He roared, "Pay me for the house!" and was frightened out of his wits.

But his computer was smashed, and he had no cash or cards, so he couldn't pay for it.

"No money? Then use your money as collateral, or I'll see you in court."

Shi Mian: “…”

It's better for him to be a servant. If he takes out the ID card of the commander of Country C in court, he will be thrown into the prison of Country B as a war criminal.

Life was good as a lame butler. Jiang He had money to buy cat supplies for Shi Mian and had time to play with him. However, he liked to rub his cat ears and tail too much.

Every time Shi Mian wanted to stretch out his claws, he would smell the scent of catnip, and his instinct would make him turn over on his stomach, and he would roll around in anger.

Once when Jiang He went out in a wheelchair, he kissed and hugged the wild cat, and Shi Mian's tail was wagging loudly.

"Do you often tease other cats like this?"

Jiang He was stunned and touched Shi Mian's head: "I will only touch you from now on, don't get angry, little kitty."

After transforming into a V8 engine for a few seconds, Shi Mian turned around angrily.

He's not a kitten! If Country C finds him, he'll leave immediately!

The day Shi Mian pushed the wheelchair back to China happened to be the day when the Marshal celebrated his triumphant return.

Seeing Jiang He's familiar face from afar, Shi Mian was so scared that he turned around and tried to push the wheelchair away. But when he saw someone else trying to force an omega into Jiang He's arms, he became so angry that his teeth were itching.

Jiang He simply adjusted his military cap and strode towards him.

"No need, the cat at home is jealous."

Shi Mian was furious. She had another cat? Didn’t they agree to pet only his cat?

Jiang He grasped the black gloves, and the overbearing catnip pheromone filled the air.

"Kitten, where else do you want to run to?"

...Beta has no pheromones, he was deceived!

Shi Mian couldn't turn the wheelchair and bit her hand angrily: "You lied to me that I was a Beta and took in another cat, Marshal Jiang, is it fun to play the pig and eat the tiger?"

Jiang He gently supported his slender waist.

"It's unfair. You're the one who caused it all."