Chapter 46: I feel resentful about his long-lasting love, unlike He Jiyue, who abandons me as soon as she says she will...

He Jiuyue reached out to pull his coat tightly and exhaled a breath of white air.

To welcome the envoys from Western Yue, the beauties in the harem will personally sing and dance. Wen Zheliu is staying in the harem temporarily, with the title of serving the emperor. Will she be among them?

If he were still here, it would be a great bargain for the envoy.

She had only seen Wen Zheliu's dance once.

But after just one time, it became an indispensable scene in her few beautiful dreams.

In the capital of the Central Plains, there is a Hundred Flowers Banquet held every five years. Every time this happens, noble families will send their most beautiful young men to dance in the imperial garden.

If he could be favored by Emperor Jingming, he would be able to reach the top in one step.

Even if you don't win the emperor's favor, it would be great if you can satisfy the ladies and make them willing to get married.

At that time, He Jiuyue was six years old and was summoned to the capital by Emperor Jingming himself. It happened to be the Hundred Flowers Banquet held once every five years.

Without the protection of her mother and father, He Jiuyue was extremely cautious in her words and actions. Even at the banquet, she never relaxed until a young man walked in slowly with a veil pulled on his face. She was distracted for a moment.

His black hair was tied up with a silver hairpin, his eyebrows were as thin as willows, and his round eyes were full of affection, as if there were ripples in them, making people want to peek in.

But He Jiuyue looked down and only saw the translucent veil.

The young man walked lightly and was as mysterious as a fairy from heaven.

She was dazzled by the fairy until the fairy finished her song, and when she rested one hand on the table in front of her and lifted the veil with the other hand, she felt her heart beating like a drum.

"Are you He Jiuyue?" the young man asked in a clear voice.

These words sounded like questions, but coming from the boy's mouth, He Jiuyue didn't feel offended at all.

Even, I feel itchy.

He Jiuyue couldn't remember how much effort she put in to steady the ending tone and utter a faint "hmm". She only remembered that her face was very hot at that time, and she could burn firewood in the stove.

"I heard the sound of breaking willow branches. I heard the sound of breaking branches, and I heard the sound of breaking ...

The young man suddenly pulled open the veil fixed at the end of his hair and waved it into the air, covering He Jiuyue and himself, leaving only the two of them to whisper in private in the bustling Hundred Flowers Banquet.

"Can we be friends?" He smiled.

"...Okay." He Jiuyue turned her face away slightly.

After seeing Wen Zheliu's dance once, He Jiuyue was obsessed with it. She also had hope for another Hundred Flowers Banquet, but she didn't say it out loud. Every time Wen Zheliu performed in the Prime Minister's Mansion, she would silently play the piano beside him.

It's a pity that dancing itself is very tiring. Wen Zheliu is not energetic enough and is always out of breath after just a few steps. A good dance is shattered by him. He Jiuyue sees him practicing half-heartedly and thinks he is going to make a fool of himself at the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

Who would have thought that he was not present at the Hundred Flowers Banquet at all.

She waited for three hours in the imperial garden with her zither in her arms, only to receive the news that Wen Zheliu was recuperating in the prime minister's residence. She thought Wen Zheliu was really ill and went to the prime minister's residence to visit him, but she saw Wen Zheliu lying in a rattan chair basking in the sun.

"You are obviously not sick, why don't you go to the Hundred Flowers Banquet?" She could even hold a big knife steadily, but now she was holding a mere guqin, and her hands were shaking.

Wen Zheliu yawned lazily, like a sated cat.

"I already have someone I like, so why would I go there?"

He Jiuyue froze in place, with thousands of words flashing through her mind, such as "Who is this person?" "Since you decided not to go a long time ago, why did you want to practice with me?" Finally, she stared at the slightly red tip of his ear and uttered only one word.

"……Um."

The childhood anger turned the doubt into obsession, and He Jiuyue still doesn't know who Zhe Liu likes.

But no matter who it is, it doesn't seem to matter.

He can only be hers.

Changle Palace.

"Meow——" a cat's cry broke the silence of the night sky. Wen Zheliu woke up instantly and broke out in a cold sweat.

His back was sticky with wet clothes, and his vision was flickering. He gathered some strength to regain control of his limbs and meet the eyes of the cat that was standing at the head of the bed and calling to him.

"Xue Yu." Wen Zheliu's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up, and the corners of his eyes were still red, which made people feel pity for him at first sight.

Even the kitten Xueyu couldn't help but slow down.

But what responded to Wen Zheliu was not the cat's meow, but a strange sound from the abdomen.

Oh no, I’m going to have diarrhea again.

He had clearly slept for several hours. Logically, Wen Zheliu should have had some strength to walk, but he had just taken two steps when his knees went weak and he fell to his knees with a thud.

He held onto the table legs and tried to get up on his own, but not only did he fail every time, he almost collapsed.

"……noob!"

Really unwilling to fail miserably in front of the excrement, Wen Zheliu used up his last bit of strength and gritted his teeth to call out to Xiaobai who was standing outside.

It was rare to hear Wen Zheliu, who was used to pretending to be strong, call him. Xiaobai stepped inside and asked, "What do you want, young master?"

Wen Zheliu knew very well that in his current state, he would definitely not be able to finish cleaning the room, but even though he knew it, it was still difficult for him to tell others about it.

"The ground is cold, you get up first."

Xiaobai thought that Wen Zheliu didn't have the strength to stand up on his own, so he foolishly wanted to hold his shoulders and help him up. However, he didn't know that his action would affect his entire body. Wen Zheliu had to use all his strength to avoid making a fool of himself in front of him.

Not wanting to let Xiaobai guess any longer, Wen Zheliu maintained his fallen posture and waved at him, finally overcoming his psychological barrier: "Go, get the toilet."

Xiaobai suddenly realized what was going on. He looked at him with concern for a few times and quickly moved the toilet into the house.

In the past, when Wen Zheliu was a nobleman in the prime minister's mansion, he had no shortage of people to serve him when he went to the toilet. When he was young, he could be served by the servants without blushing or getting nervous. But as he grew up, he became more and more uncomfortable.

Now that my family is in decline, I am even more sensitive to this kind of thing.

If the filth hadn't been coming in so violently, he would have been unable to control himself as soon as he touched the shared toilet, and he wouldn't even want to keep Xiaobai in the room.

The hot water bottle can only transmit a limited amount of heat. Wen Zheliu bent over and hugged it for a long time, but only felt a coolness. He couldn't even feel any heat. He held it tightly in his hand and had no intention of letting go.

He has always been loyal. Once he sets his mind on a person, he will be loyal to them for life. He cannot be like He Jiuyue, who would just throw away something after using it for a while.

The pain was like a flood that almost drowned Wen Zheliu. He gritted his teeth and endured the extraordinary pain, but he still couldn't control the physical discomfort and couldn't stop a few exhausted cries from escaping his mouth.

Xiaobai stood aside, his eyes watching his nose, and his nose watching his heart, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

Leaving at this time seemed like being unable to bear Wen Zheliu's intermittent discharge of filth, and being unable to share the joys and sorrows with him, but just watching from the side seemed even more mocking.

Fearing that Wen Zheliu would faint from exhaustion, Xiaobai glanced at his bloody lip and trotted outside to get him a glass of warm water. Without looking at him, he simply handed the water over and said, "Sir, drink some water."

Wen Zheliu coughed before resting, and then vomited for a long time. His throat was sore, but very sensitive. As soon as it touched any foreign object, it immediately sounded the alarm.

"vomit!"

The warm water that had just entered his mouth splashed onto the ground. Wen Zheliu subconsciously covered his mouth, trying to stop the crazy vomiting, but it had little effect.

His stomach kept twitching like crazy, and Wen Zheliu was like a barrel with two holes in it, continuously producing colorless and smelly filth. Regardless of Wen Zheliu's arrogance, which was shattered into yellow flowers all over the ground, it took about two moments for the urination to stop.

The first thing that severe dehydration took away was the clear mind. Wen Zheliu dug his sharp fingertips into the flesh of his arm, scratching out several long bloody marks.

It was inevitable that I would feel dizzy from time to time.

He was in a daze, and the only thought left was.

Fortunately, He Jiuyue is not here.

If He Jiuyue saw him in this filthy state, a useless man who couldn't even stop vomiting and having diarrhea, he would rather die.

Xiaobai found something to do. He knelt on the ground and began to wipe the palace bricks carefully.

After a long time, the storm passed and Wen Zheliu finally had a moment of peace. He couldn't wait to pick up the warm water beside him and rinsed out the bad smell in his mouth.

Wen Zheliu forced himself to clean up. He had nothing to do and felt weak both physically and mentally. His legs were shaking. He didn't know if it was because he had been oppressed for a long time or was simply uncomfortable, but he felt like he was about to fall out of the toilet at any time.

No, he had to do something else to divert his attention.

"Cough, He, cough cough!"

It was a cold winter, and Wen Zheliu's lung disease never got better. He always coughed when he spoke, and then gasped after coughing. He put his white fingertips on his heart, his brows slightly furrowed, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes from coughing. He looked like a picture of a sick beauty vividly depicted on paper.

"Where did He Jiyue return to?"

"The princess left Pingyang County three days ago, so she should be…" Xiaobai counted on his fingers, but couldn't figure it out. He pouted for a long time and could only awkwardly squeeze out a vague date, "It's almost here."

Wen Zheliu felt dizzy, his hands and feet were weak, and his brain was not working well.

He casually brought up a few topics, but Xiaobai couldn't follow up on any of them. In the end, the two of them just stared at each other and fell into an awkward silence.

Wen Zheliu's stomach hurt so much that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He had to put his hands on his waist and press his abdomen tightly to feel better. His waist, which was already very thin, became even thinner because it was emptied.

It just feels soft and cold to the touch, like a piece of cold jade that can never be warmed up.

It's so cold.

It was as cold as the snow falling from the sky on the day He Jiuyue abandoned him.

Wen Zheliu changed dozens of positions on the toilet, but nothing could come out. Every time he exerted force, his stomach was squeezed, causing waves of nausea. He raised his hand to signal Xiaobai to help him down.

"Bring Xueyu in." He leaned on the couch and panted softly.

"Okay." Xiaobai responded and turned to go outside to catch the cat. After a while, he returned empty-handed with dirt on his face. "It hasn't had enough fun yet. I'm afraid we'll have to wait another half hour."

"Meow--"

Suddenly, a shrill cat meow sounded from outside. Xiaobai, who had been looking around aimlessly, suddenly became serious. "Master, Xueyu's meow doesn't sound right. Someone's coming, and it doesn't like this person."

Wen Zheliu frowned: "Go out and take a look."

Xiaobai flew out like a whirlwind and came back a few breaths later, holding the frightened Xueyu in his arms. His thick eyebrows were twisted into a hemp rope, and he was about to report when he was interrupted by a shrill voice.

"Mr. Wen, how are you? It must be unpleasant to disobey His Majesty, right?" Chen Sanxi grinned, revealing two yellow teeth.

It was noon, Wen Zheliu leaned against the headboard and rested for a while. He managed to gather some strength and could see clearly for a while.

He looked Chen Sanxi around without leaving any trace, then looked away, pretending to be blind with ease.

It turned out to be Chen Sanxi who had come to visit.

Why did Chen Sanxi look for him?