Chapter 57: This person has gorgeous facial features, but unfortunately, he is blind...

I was feeling stuffy before, why is it hurting now?

Unable to bear the thought of Wen Zheliu sweating profusely on his forehead, He Jiuyue quickly poured out a pill and carefully put it into his mouth.

Wen Zheliu couldn't see anything and felt uncomfortable all over. He was in a state where he would become ill at the slightest disturbance.

It would have been fine if He Jiuyue didn't stuff anything into Wen Zheliu's mouth. As soon as he did, the scene of Emperor Jingming forcing him to take the pill not long ago reappeared in his mind.

Wen Zheliu arched his back, lowered his head and began to vomit.

"Ahem!"

He pressed his tongue with his fingertips, and crystal saliva flowed all over his hand. His abdomen twitched as if he was going to vomit out his heart.

Wen Zheliu thought about sitting on He Jiuyue's lap and was worried about dirtying her white robe, so he retreated while vomiting heart-wrenchingly.

The interior of the carriage was spacious and padded with a thin blanket to keep out moisture and prevent slipping. Anyone with normal vision could move smoothly in it without tripping.

Unfortunately, the smell of willow branches is different.

He was unable to see, and his movements were so rapid that he tripped over the fox fur coat that he had draped over his shoulders and that fell to the ground.

"Be careful." Thanks to He Jiuyue for holding him by the waist.

Puzzled, Wen Zheliu was fine a moment ago, but now he was like this. Not daring to disturb his dilated pupils, she simply asked, "Does your heart still hurt?"

The stabbing pain in the heart and lungs subsided slightly, and the dull pain gradually arose.

Wen Zheliu started coughing again as soon as he opened his mouth.

He covered his lips with his hand and was about to ask He Jiuyue what she had just fed him, when suddenly his nose twitched and he detected a disgusting smell of blood.

"Why is there blood? Are you injured?"

He Jiuyue lowered her peach blossom eyes and looked at her arm which was still dripping with blood.

Wen Zheliu had just woken up from a dream. She was so shocked and frightened that she didn't have time to control her strength and accidentally scratched her arm. But this was not a big deal for her.

If she rolled around on the battlefield, even if she didn't die, she would lose a layer of skin. She rolled around hundreds of times and could even endure the pain of scraping bones to heal wounds.

What's a scratch from the district chief's fingernail?

Furthermore, when Wen Zheliu was feeling emotional on the couch, he liked to put his hands on her back.

Like a cat's claw, it scratched her and left marks.

She was used to it.

"I was busy helping you up just now, and I accidentally bumped my knee." He Jiyue tended to the wound while trying to comfort Wen Zheliu. "It's just a small scrape, it's nothing serious."

The stench of blood was overwhelming and went straight into his nostrils. How could it be possible that he had only scratched a small layer of skin?

He Jiuyue is a veteran and has a very fast reaction speed. If he was not blind and could not see anything, how could she be hurt if he could not break away from her arms and move aside?

It's all his fault.

Wen Zheliu stretched out his hand and carefully touched He Jiuyue's bandaged arm.

"It's my fault. I hurt you."

"It's not your fault. I was too impatient." Seeing the redness around his dilated pupils, He Jiuyue felt a faint pain in her heart. "Don't blame yourself."

Wen Zheliu pursed his lips and replied lightly, "Hmm."

But if he hadn't been so emotional and out of control, He Jiuyue wouldn't have been hurt.

This was clearly his fault, how could he not blame himself?

He Jiuyue saw the helplessness on his face fade away, and thought that he had completely let it go, so she gently lifted a corner of the curtain.

"Chen Jin, buy six incense sticks."

Logically, one should offer three incense sticks and pray for the past, present and future.

She and Wen Zheliu together made exactly six incense sticks.

Without the obstruction of the curtain, strange sounds came in one after another, corresponding one by one to the pedestrians, abbots and monks that He Jiuyue had mentioned to him before.

Wen Zheliu listened quietly to the changes in the distance of the sound, deduced it in his mind for a moment, and his stiff body slowly relaxed.

As she said, there was indeed no danger.

Smelling the familiar yet unfamiliar temple fragrance, he kept snuggling into He Jiuyue's arms.

"I forgot to ask before, what is it that my wife brought me here to ask for?" His round, watery eyes blinked, but his black pupils had lost their former luster, like a pearl covered with dust, which made people sigh with regret at the sight.

This person has beautiful facial features, even more beautiful than a newly blooming flower. Unfortunately, he is blind.

He Jiyue gently brushed Wen Zheliu's hair, her hands, which had never trembled even when drawing a bow, trembled slightly: "Please be safe."

Wen Zheliu was startled.

She ran all this way just for him.

"...Aren't you going to ask for something for yourself?"

"No." He Jiuyue answered decisively.

For her own sake? No need.

She was very busy, and it was almost midnight when she finished her work every day. She came out now to put her official business on hold and prepare to handle double the workload tomorrow.

In order to come up with a solution to these official affairs, it must be stamped with the imperial seal of Emperor Jingming and the seal of her Princess's Mansion.

The seal of the Princess's Mansion is in her hands alone. Even the most capable Chen Jin cannot do it for her. If she doesn't handle it, the official business will not disappear. There is no point in praying to gods and Buddhas.

She lacks nothing, nor does she particularly want anything.

She just wanted to make the blind Wen Zheliu have a better winter.

"Wife, please pray for our father's safety as well."

She boldly called He Jiyue's father "our dad." But after hearing Zheliu's words, she felt embarrassed again, and a blush spread across her pale cheeks. "...I haven't even married into the family yet, so I'm following your lead and calling the Lord of the Mansion "Dad." But is that inappropriate?"

"Nothing is wrong. You are virtuous and my father will like you. My little brother is a smart guy. Even if you give him candy, he won't hate you."

While the two were talking, Chen Jin handed over the six incense sticks he had bought, and white smoke rose up.

Wen Zheliu had weak lungs and could not stand such thick smoke. He put it close to his nose and it smoked, causing him to cough.

In a few seconds, his thin lips turned white.

He Jiuyue waved her hand slightly and asked Chen Jin to take it farther away.

"Zheliu," she gently took Wen Zheliu's hand, but instead of taking him out, she placed his slightly cold hand on his knee. "There's an open fire inside, you can't see, it's not safe. This is a temple, and it's not easy for me to hold you. You wait here for me, dear."

When Wen Zheliu heard that He Jiuyue would not take him with her, his heart sank. He had a thousand words to say, but when he caught the last word "good" that she deliberately softened, he finally pursed his lips.

"When will you come back?" He gently grabbed He Jiuyue's hand which was about to be withdrawn.

He Jiuyue paused, then grasped Wen Zheliu's fingertips and rubbed his hands, which were always cold in winter, soothingly: "Half an hour."

The touch of fingertips makes it even more beautiful.

The vague ambiguity was like an invisible net, gently enveloping the two people in the carriage.

Wen Zheliu pinched He Jiuyue's knuckles.

"Wife, I'm cold." Can you stay with me for a while longer?

Originally, when Wen Zheliu was still blind, this unfulfilled friendship could be expressed through his beautiful watery eyes, allowing the unromantic He Jiuyue to get a glimpse of it.

But now, he couldn't even see anything.

"Chen Jin, bring the hot water bottle."

Afraid that Wen Zheliu, who was blind, might accidentally hurt him, He Jiuyue slowly handed the hot water bottle to him, asking him to hold it carefully. Then he instructed Chen Jin: "Keep an eye on him, don't let him burn his hands."

"Yes, I obey your command." Chen Jin responded repeatedly.

When his feet landed outside the carriage, He Jiuyue discovered that there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. When he raised his head, white grains of snow fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

When did the snow begin? If it keeps falling like this, the carriage will be stuck in the snow within an hour and won't be able to move forward.

She has to go and come back quickly.

He Jiuyue held six incense sticks in her hand and quickly stepped over the threshold of the temple. She looked around but couldn't see which Buddha statue she was going to worship. She didn't want to meet the eyes of the abbot who had opened his eyelids, so she just walked over.

When the abbot saw her, his cloudy old eyes lit up: "Donor, you are so precious, you..."

He Jiuyue looked calm and raised her hand to stop him from speaking.

"In your temple, which Buddha statue do you pray for good health?"

The abbot was startled and pointed the way to her: "This one."

"Thank you." He Jiuyue walked away.

"Donor, please stay! Donor!" The abbot lowered his head and told his disciples to chant sutras on their own. He called He Jiyue in a low voice and strode to catch up with her.

He Jiuyue kept walking.

She lit the six incense sticks, and bowed according to the same process that Wen Zheliu had done as she remembered, and said calmly.

"The abbot is so persistent. Is he trying to sell me a peace amulet or tell me my fortune?"

"Donor is wise. I was just about to do something for you..." The abbot put his hands together, holding Buddhist beads and chanting "Amitabha" when He Jiuyue raised his hand to interrupt him.

"You've got the wrong person. I don't believe this."

He Jiyue spoke quickly and calmly, then suddenly realized that the amulet she had always despised was exactly what she wanted today. She was a flexible woman, and even when she slapped herself in the face, she remained calm and asked, "How much is one of those amulets?"

She thought for a moment and added, "I want the best."

The abbot's lips moved, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he only uttered four words: "One ounce of silver."

"I want one." He Jiuyue took out a silver ingot from his purse, exchanged it for the silk amulet with jade in the abbot's hand, and left.

It gets dark early in winter. He Jiuyue and Wen Zheliu set out around noon and were delayed on the road for a while. At this time, He Jiuyue burned incense and asked for a peace amulet. When he returned to the carriage, it was already dusk.

White grains of snow fell continuously, and the snow on the road became thicker.

He Jiuyue has martial arts skills and can climb walls and jump over rooftops without touching the ground, but there are many people passing by, so she doesn't want to reveal her identity and doesn't make a sound, so she just walks back with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When I saw a corner of Wen Zheliu's red dress appear through the carriage curtain, my entire boots and trouser legs were covered with snow.

Wen Zheliu's ears twitched and he groped to the edge of the curtain.

"Wife?" He looked blankly in the direction which was a body length away from He Jiuyue.

"Well," He Jiuyue pulled her feet out of the snow, shook off the snow on her shoulders, and stepped onto the carriage, "How did you know it was me?"

"Listen to the footsteps." Wen Zheliu shook his head slightly, and the bells on his earrings swayed and rang.

He Jiyue felt warm in her heart, and vaguely itchy: "I bought a peace amulet, it should be effective, I'll hang it around your neck for you, okay?"

"Princess!" Before He Jiuyue could hang up, Chen Jin suddenly reported from outside, "The snow outside is deep, up to the knees. Not only the carriage, but also the horses can't move."

Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Zheliu's face turned pale and he shuddered violently.

"Cold?" He Jiuyue supported him.

"A little." Wen Zheliu raised the corner of his mouth in a pale smile.

He Jiuyue reached out and touched it. The hot water bottle in his hand was so hot that it was not even warm.

It's not good. Winter nights are several degrees colder than the mornings.

She stayed in a carriage outside the capital for a night. The roof was broken but there was no quilt or pillow, so she slept with a sore back.

I heard about the willows being broken... I'm afraid I can't get through it.

She was still thinking about how to respond, but Wen Zheliu's lips had turned completely white without her knowing.

"Cough, cough, cough!"