Chapter 39: Vomiting Medicine She gave him the warmth of fire, and then gave him ice...

He had clearly spat out a mouthful of blood, but Wen Zheliu's broken body still refused to let him go. Not only was his stomach aching, his lungs felt stuffy, and his heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, with sharp and dense pain.

The white cat seemed to understand human nature and moved closer to him with its claws clicking.

It tilted its head and used its thick forehead to smell the broken willows, which were three times colder than snow, and even its hands were numb from the cold.

Hearing about the willows being cut made my heart ache.

Only when the flowers are watered with love can they bloom with an enviable light.

If a cat is well cared for, it will not only be gentle and affectionate, but will also have the energy to care for a complete stranger.

As an abandoned cat, he could not wait for the love from his long-cherished owner, and could only stay in a dark corner, feeling mixed jealousy of others' happiness.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

His throat was itchy again and again. Wen Zheliu pressed his hand against his chest and coughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. It felt like there was coarse sand in his throat, which made his sensitive throat feel nauseous.

"Xiaobai!" His stomach was empty. He retched for a long time, but only vomited out some sour water, which glowed with the dim light of candlelight in the spittoon.

Xiaobai had actually been standing at the door the whole time. He heard Zheliu coughing, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. He took a long breath and it got stuck halfway through, as if he was about to die. He was very anxious and wanted to go into the inner room but didn't dare to rush in without getting the order.

Finally, he heard Wen Zheliu calling him. He picked up the medicine bowl beside him and ran away.

"Sir, this is medicine for your cough. I have already prepared it, but it took a while and the weather is cold, so it is not hot anymore. I will heat it up for you."

"Well, no need."

Wen Zheliu waved his hand, signaling Xiaobai to bring the medicine bowl over.

The juice made from this kind of Chinese medicinal material is the most bitter, and it is even more difficult to drink once it is exposed to heat. Moreover, he has a weak constitution, and he has difficulty digesting the medicine after drinking it. Every time he drinks it, it goes through his internal organs and is then vomited out mixed with acid.

He didn't like eating bitter things in the first place, and after a while, he was even more resistant to taking medicine.

It's just that when he was sick before, his mother, father and eldest brother coaxed him to take medicine. When he lived in the Princess's Mansion some time ago, He Jiyue would also patiently coax him. But now...

He really couldn't let go of his pride, so he asked Xiaobai, who looked worried, to comfort him.

Wen Zheliu held the bowl in one hand and pinched his nose with the other. He made up his mind, closed his eyes, and quickly drank the big bowl of bitter medicine.

Her throat sensed something was wrong and twitched repeatedly, trying to get rid of the alien. Wen Zheliu frowned, restrained the urge to swallow, and reluctantly swallowed half a bowl of medicine.

"There's still some left." The bowl was porcelain white, and the black liquid left behind was very obvious. Xiaobai naively thought that Wen Zheliu was blind and didn't realize he hadn't finished the medicine, so he carefully reminded him, "Aren't you going to drink any more?"

"No, uh!"

The cool medicinal juice kept moving up and down his throat, as if looking for a suitable opportunity to break out. Wen Zheliu picked up a handkerchief and gently pressed it against his mouth, intending to suppress the urge to vomit, but it had the opposite effect.

The first mouthful of medicine was choked out and fell on the spittoon that Xiaobai handed over.

Before Wen Zheliu could relax for a moment and find a balance in the ever-surging feeling of nausea, the remaining bitter medicine had already followed. They did not spray as far as the filth at the beginning, but instead flowed down from the corners of his mouth, staining a large area of ​​his clothes.

“Meow—”

Xiaobai was about to persuade Wen Zheliu to change into clean clothes when a cat's meow sounded without warning. He tilted his head and met the eyes of the white cat that was stretching out its claws to scratch Wen Zheliu.

"Hey, Xueyu, why are you here? I called you for a long time outside, but you didn't respond, you stinky cat!"

Xiaobai scolded several times to vent his anger, then he realized that Wen Zheliu was beside him. Seeing Wen Zheliu squinting his eyes because of his noise, Xiaobai quickly scratched his head and apologized to him.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zheliu did not get angry with him because of this matter as he expected, but instead supported his chin with the base of his palm and asked questions with interest.

"Do you recognize this cat?"

"Yes," Xiaobai's dark face flushed, as if he was embarrassed, "This cat was originally a wandering cat in the palace. Eunuch Chen was annoyed by its meowing day and night, so he wanted to send someone to strangle it to death.

"But I felt that it was a living being after all, and I couldn't bear to see it die like that, so I quietly picked it up and kept it by my side."

As Xiaobai spoke, he observed Wen Zheliu's expression. He knelt down and cautiously pleaded, "Sir, if you don't like cats, I will take it away tomorrow when I leave the palace. I won't disturb your peace anymore. Please be kind tonight and don't bother with a cat that doesn't know how to behave."

It's really not necessary to argue with a cat.

Such a cute cat, he couldn't love it enough.

"I won't kill it," Wen Zheliu said. Seeing Xiaobai still looking terrified, he simply patted the cat's head in front of him to show that he meant no harm. "What did you call it just now?"

"I called it Snow Jade," Xiaobai scratched his head and laughed again, "I found it on a snowy day, and it was completely white, like a piece of jade, so I called it Snow Jade.

"I have only been to school for a few years and can only read a few characters. Sir, you are well-read in the classics. I am afraid this name may be offensive to your ears. Please do not blame me."

“I don’t know a few words”?

While coughing violently, Wenzheliu's pupils shrank.

For him, this is a good thing to be thankful for.

He asked Xiaobai to deliver the letter, and his biggest concern was that Xiaobai might see the contents of the letter. Although he had drugged Xiaobai so that he would not pass on the information, this matter involved Xiyue, and the more people knew about it, the greater the risk.

"Ahem, that's not bad."

Wen Zheliu had just vomited several times, his stomach felt empty and aching, and his throat was bitter and sour. He should have felt annoyed, unwilling to speak or pay attention to anyone, but when he saw the snow jade being scratched with its claws, his heart melted.

Wen Zheliu petted Xueyu from head to toe several times, and after hearing it snoring with its eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily: "You've taken good care of it."

Xiaobai felt even more embarrassed when he heard this. Just like his mother and father who were not good at speaking, when faced with the guests' praise, he could only blush and call his lively and active child to entertain the guests.

"Sir, are you feeling cold? Although the name of the jade contains the word 'snow', it is still quite warm when held in your hands. A hot water bottle always takes some time to heat up. If you don't mind, you can hold it to warm your hands."

His fingertips touched the warm and lively living thing. Wen Zheliu lowered his eyes and saw the cold fox fur lying on the bed. His nose felt sore again.

The owner of this fox fur had once given him warmth like fire, but also despair like ice.

She personally carried him to the top of the mountain, letting him experience the most breathtaking scenery. Then, when he opened his arms and relaxed to enjoy the breeze, she kicked him to the bottom of the valley without even a glance at him.

There was only a blurry silhouette hidden in the darkness.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" The cough that had just subsided a short while ago came back to life. He Jiuyue's chest trembled in waves, making Xueyu in her arms uncomfortable. She couldn't help but pull it out a few times.

"Young Master, Young Master?"

When Wen Zheliu recovered, he heard Xiaobai calling him again.

"What's the matter?" He tried to stop coughing.

Xiaobai picked up the half-empty bowl of medicine, intending to use the remaining liquid to ask Wen Zheliu if he wanted to boil another bowl. However, remembering that Wen Zheliu couldn't see, he explained again, "Do you need to heat up another serving of this medicine?"

“No need.”

Wen Zheliu had been ill for more than ten years, and he could be considered a good doctor. He knew very well that in his current condition, he would definitely not be able to drink the medicine.

There are not many medicines left by Wu Yang, and it is best to use them on the cutting edge. Let's talk about decocting the medicine after he can drink it.

He held the warm cat in one hand and clenched the handkerchief in the other hand. He covered his lips with it and coughed twice. He raised his chin and motioned Xiaobai to pick up the letter on the table.

"This is the letter I'm going to ask you to deliver tomorrow. Do you remember where to send it?"

Xiaobai picked up the letter on the table and stuffed it into his arms smoothly, nodding repeatedly: "Remember, remember, put it in a secret box by the lake outside Beijing. Keep it secret and don't let others know."

"Just remember it."

Every time Wen Zheliu fell ill, he would feel cold all over. Now that he was holding Xueyu in his arms, he felt better. Thinking that Xiaobai would leave the palace tomorrow and would not be back until the evening, he originally wanted to say a few more words to Xiaobai.

Helplessly, my vision kept going dark. Just opening my eyes for a while or opening my mouth to say a few words would aggravate the lingering dizziness, and my empty stomach would also feel burning with pain.

"Back off."

Feeling dizzy and even slightly uncomfortable, Wen Zheliu gave up the opportunity to keep in touch with Xueyu. He slowly lay down with Xueyu in his arms, listening to its dull snoring, and gradually fell into a vague dream.

Xiaobai took the letter and went out with a grin on his face, but when the door creaked shut, he realized something was wrong.

The young master couldn't see, so logically speaking, he wouldn't know where to start writing when he held the paper, and even if he did, he wouldn't know what he was writing.

The young master knew nothing, so how did he write this letter?

The next day, the sun, which was obviously much later in winter than in summer, shone into the house through the window. Wen Zheliu kept his arms in the same position as when he fell asleep holding Xueyu last night. He reached inside with his slightly cold hands, but felt nothing.

He suddenly opened his eyelids and looked around the room, but still couldn't see Xueyu.

Could it be that she had gone out to play? Xueyu was disliked by Chen Sanxi, and if she ran into him, she would definitely die. If she ran into an outsider, there was a possibility that the news would leak out.

It’s better to let him stay in the yard.

"Xueyu."

After lying in bed for a long time and vomiting violently yesterday, Wen Zheliu couldn't help feeling dry in the mouth and tongue. When he opened his mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse. He swallowed and spoke again, but it was not much better than before.

Wen Zheliu shouted several times with his aching throat, but there was no response at all.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he supported himself on the bed board and got off the couch. Before his feet touched his boots, his vision went dark and the world was spinning. He heard a "bang" sound, followed by a pain in his knee.

Wen Zheliu half-knelt on the blanket, wanting to lift up his trouser legs to see how badly he was injured, but he felt so dizzy that he vomited as soon as he opened his eyes.

He sat on the carpet, breathing in and out, and it took him a long time to finally see clearly.

He couldn't call Xueyu back no matter what he did, and he almost got himself killed. Wen Zheliu felt a pain in his heart. He hugged the corner of the table not far away and slowly curled up.

No one or anything will wait for him obediently in the same place.

He felt resentful about He Jiuyue abandoning him, and even blamed himself for it, but no matter how hysterically he cried here, she couldn't hear him.

Why is he crying when no one is listening?

Even more hypocritical than painless groaning.