Chapter 7: His waist and back ached from the attack, so he didn't dare to get angry. ...

Wen Zheliu trembled all over.

He tried hard to pull up the corners of his mouth, trying to imitate Xiaoqing's gentle smile, but when he saw He Jiuyue's slightly raised eyebrows, Wen Zheliu's heart sank.

When he smiled like that, she seemed even angrier.

But... Xiaoqing smiled at Wu Yang like this, and Wu Yang looked very touched.

"When did you learn to smile so sinisterly? This princess saw that you were still ill, so she gave you a night off, and yet you came up to me."

He Jiyue bit his earlobe and spoke tenderly, "Wen Zheliu, do you deserve to be punished?"

"I... dare not." Wen Zheliu lowered his eyes.

His waist and back were still sore, so he didn't dare to get angry.

He Jiuyue was not a person who was gentle with women. She sneered and bent down, ready to punish Wen Zheliu for his wrong words with her own hands.

"'Don't dare', but that doesn't mean 'I can't'. Smell the willows, smell the willows, you really are stubborn and stubborn."

Wen Zheliu turned his head away, but did not avoid her passionate and delicate kiss.

She was right, he was indeed stubborn and stubborn.

Otherwise, why didn't he have the slightest thought of revenge even though he knew she was the murderer of his father?

Ordinary people all believe that "the enemy who killed one's relatives is irreconcilable" is the law of nature. However, he was different. He read a lot of books by sages, but was sold to count money, not only to compensate his relatives but also to hurt himself.

But this wasn't the first day she knew him, and this wasn't the first day he had this temper.

It is easy to change the country but difficult to change one's nature. He really has this stubborn temper that remains consistent.

"My princess is right. I have a strong character and am not as obedient and lovable as Xiaoqing. If you like someone who is submissive, you can go find him. He is gentle and has good cooking skills. He is much better than a slave who has never touched women."

Insincere words are more pungent than gunpowder. After Wen Zheliu finished speaking, he started coughing uncontrollably.

He was just saying this in anger, so she shouldn't really go...

"Cough cough cough!"

He Jiuyue didn't take it seriously. She knew that Wen Zheliu was very jealous. When she was young, she just asked a classmate a question, but he pushed her out of the house with a pale face and locked the door with a bang.

"You've already asked him, so go ahead and ask him. You can't ask me again!"

She didn't understand the situation at the time, and after standing outside explaining for a long time without seeing the door open, she got angry and kicked the wooden door in pieces. Wen Zheliu was so frightened that his heart attack flared up, and he lay on the couch for half a month.

"Are you feeling disgusted?"

Although He Jiuyue still doesn't understand men, when it comes to Wen Zheliu, she can guess what he is thinking.

It's nothing, he just likes to be capricious.

Hearing the sound of willows being cut, he just coughed and said nothing.

He Jiyue always felt that he was coughing intermittently like this, as if he would be unable to breathe in the next second. He subconsciously stroked his back and asked, "How did you compare with Xiaoqing?"

Wen Zheliu coughed until his throat was hoarse, but he still reached out to push her.

"Didn't the princess just say that I am no different from him?"

How could the spy who was forcibly sent into the mansion be the same as the childhood sweetheart?

He Jiuyue opened her mouth to say, "You are different from Xiaoqing," but when the words came to her lips, she felt conflicted.

Although Wen Zheliu had known her since childhood and they had a close relationship, things were different now. He and Xiaoqing both used their beauty to please others, and it seemed that there was really no difference between them.

Hearing Zheliu's coughs getting more and more urgent, He Jiuyue didn't say anything else. She just turned around, opened the food box on the table, and started to make small talk: "You've been coughing for a long time and you don't seem to want to vomit. Your stomach is empty, right? Eat something first."

Wen Zheliu saw how skillfully she opened the lunch box and became jealous again: "Does he often cook for you?"

The soup in the lunch box was still steaming.

Black chicken, red wolfberry, thick soup with green onion segments, the color, aroma and taste are all so good that He Jiuyue's mouth is watering just by smelling it.

But thinking that this was Wenzheliu tonic soup, she didn't serve herself a bowl.

"Yes, he's a good cook, and he sends me some snacks every now and then. You know I don't like sweets, but since he sent them, it's hard for me to return them, so I can only give them to Chen Jin."

He Jiyue served the soup to Wen Zheliu: "Don't you like sweet food? I'll ask him to make some for you."

Wen Zheliu is indeed fond of sweet things.

But for some reason, he felt nauseous when he thought that the delicious dessert was made by Xiaoqing.

The greasy chicken soup in front of him made him feel uncomfortable in his stomach.

He Jiuyue happened to pick out the meat from the chicken soup, skimmed off the white foam with a spoon, scooped some clear soup for him, and poured it all into a small bowl.

"Look at your flat stomach. You haven't eaten for two days, right? You can't go without food. You're too weak to handle it. At least this chicken soup is a tonic. It will help you recover. Come on, have some."

Wen Zheliu wanted to refuse, but when he saw He Jiuyue pick up the spoon, scoop a spoonful himself and hand it to his mouth, he didn't refuse.

Even if it was poison she gave him, he would accept it.

Chicken is tough, but black-bone chicken is different. It has tender meat and the green onions are stewed until they are soft and rotten, which is really delicious.

Wen Zheliu picked up a piece of chicken leg from his chopsticks, chewed it tentatively, and swallowed it slowly.

He Jiyue had dined with Wen Zheliu before. She knew that Wen Zheliu was weak and had a poor appetite all year round. He would feel uncomfortable in his stomach while eating, so she said with a pale face that it was not necessary.

Even if you eat it, you may not be able to keep it in your stomach. If you are emotionally excited or move your body violently, you may vomit it out. You need to have someone help you massage your stomach for half a minute after the meal to be safe.

Seeing him chewing the food slowly like a cat picking willow branches, but rarely eating most of it, He Jiuyue's mouth corners couldn't help but rise.

You need to eat more to gain weight. He is too thin.

"Like it? I'll ask Xiaoqing to do more for you."

The word "Xiaoqing" is like the cockroaches that can never be driven away or killed in the hot and humid southern regions. It makes people feel sick at the sight of them, and their mouths suddenly feel sour when they hear Zheliu.

"vomit--"

He Jiuyue was just feeling grateful that Wen Zheliu was finally willing to eat, and was completely unprepared for his sudden discomfort, so he vomited all over her face.

It's over.

Wen Zheliu was stunned and covered his mouth tightly.

She said last night, "Just try vomiting on me," and today he really vomited on her.

She had finally stopped touching him and was willing to soften herself and feed him, but he treated her like this. It was really ungrateful.

His stomach was still churning, and Wen Zheliu didn't dare speak loudly. He could only muffle the word "sorry" through his fingers.

He was extremely flustered, but He Jiuyue was not annoyed.

Wen Zheliu had a shallow stomach and it was not easy for him to eat anything, or maybe she fed him too fast just now and he hadn't digested it.

"Do you still want to vomit?" She put the bowl back on the table.

He Jiuyue's words came true. When Wen Zheliu heard the word "vomit", he felt an indescribable discomfort in his stomach again.

He didn't dare to dirty He Jiuyue's clothes again, and tried to hold back the filth that kept rising up.

But how could he bear this nausea?

"Cough—"

Wen Zheliu covered his mouth and vomited dirty things on himself.

The unpleasant smell lingered on his clothes, and his nose felt sore.

It was so humiliating to lose my composure in front of her, twice in a row.

"You refused to cry last night, why are you crying now?" He Jiuyue raised her hand to wipe his tears, but she couldn't wipe them away. "Don't cry, it's like I'm bullying you."

"I have offended the princess, and I deserve death."

He trembled all over when he heard the willow being broken, like a leaf shivering on a tree in the autumn wind.

"I didn't ask you to commit suicide to apologize."

In the past, when he vomited on her, he would use the excuse of "I feel uncomfortable" and whimper and order her to clean up the mess. Now that he is older, he is more timid than a needle hole.

Smelling the willow branches, she bit her lips, and unbuttoned her clothes with her white fingertips.

If she didn't kill him, she would definitely punish him. He refused to speak last night, and she was so crazy. If he took the initiative...

Maybe you can get something good.

The skin was as white as snow, but He Jiuyue only saw the red that was full of traces of plunder.

Wen Zheliu's sleeves drooped, revealing the glaring scars on his wrists. He huddled at the end of the bed, his knees together, leaning against the curtains, looking at her timidly with red eyes.

He Jiuyue looked away.

"I didn't ask you to serve me. You're asking for punishment, right? Then I'll punish you by cleaning up this place."

Wen Zheliu always had someone serving him and had never done this kind of dirty work.

He cautiously took out his handkerchief and stood up to clean up the dirt on He Jiuyue's clothes, but he ended up making things worse and the dirt spread even wider. His eyes became hot again.

She was right, he really didn't know anything.

He Jiuyue knew that Wen Zheliu had never done this kind of work before, so his movements were inevitably clumsy. She saw that Wen Zheliu was making more and more messy things, and wanted to snatch the handkerchief from his hand and clean it up herself, but when she saw that his eyes were getting redder and redder, she couldn't bear it.

"Pick these up first and put them in the spittoon."

He Jiyue avoided the injury on his wrist, grabbed the middle of his arm, and taught him step by step: "Is this how it is?"

Wen Zheliu nodded repeatedly.

After finally finishing the cleanup, the sour and rotten smell was still lingering. Wen Zheliu wanted to take the spittoon outside to clean it up, but his arms trembled as soon as he lifted it up, and he didn't dare to drop the ceramic spittoon. He stood there twisting his fingers, feeling uneasy.

"Okay, I'll do the rest."

He Jiuyue handled the spittoon skillfully, and frowned when she saw that Zheliu was still wearing the dirty robe.

"Don't wear dirty clothes."

Wen Zheliu took it off obediently and shuddered suddenly.

"Princess, Nu Leng."

The thick blanket was clearly right next to him, but he ignored it and only stared at He Jiyue. He Jiyue had no choice but to "swish" unfold the thick blanket and gently cover him with it: "Xiaoqing should have some men's clothes that fit. I'll find you a few sets."

"don't want."

Wen Zheliu felt uncomfortable all over when he heard the name "Xiaoqing". He held on to the bed and coughed violently, and he was even a little breathless.

"Slave, don't, ahem, use his thing!"

He Jiuyue subconsciously patted him on the back twice.

"But in my princess's mansion, there are no men's clothes that fit your figure."

Wen Zheliu's face suddenly turned red.

Why must he wear men's clothing? After all, he couldn't leave the side hall for a while, making him He Jiyue's true canary. If she liked, what was wrong with him wearing women's clothing?

"I dare to ask you to give me clothes."

His methods of winning favor were clumsy.

But after saying a word, her face turned red with shame, adding a bit of purity that the men in Zuifenglou did not have.

He Jiuyue couldn't help but stare in amazement.

"If you don't mind the clothes being loose, that's fine."

She paused for a few breaths, then turned her head and continued, "Tomorrow I'll ask the tailor to come to the house and make you some clothes."

The clothes are dirty and need to be changed, this is a good opportunity to go out!

Wen Zheliu was just worrying about how to find out where his elder brother was. Hearing this, he was secretly delighted: "No need to trouble the tailor. I can just go to the shop outside and buy a few sets right away."

"Can you wear the materials found in ordinary shops? You have delicate skin and will be rubbed."

Seeing that he insisted on going out, He Jiuyue lowered her eyes and thought for a moment: "But staying in the house all the time is not conducive to recuperation. The day after tomorrow I will take a day off and take you to a good shop outside to get measured and tailored."

Wen Zheliu quickly put on He Jiuyue's clothes, but still felt cold and couldn't help curling up.

"Thank you, Princess." He said softly.

Wen Zheliu was thin, and the robe hanging on his body seemed even looser. His round, watery eyes were wide open, and he tilted his head slightly, like a beautiful cat staring at his doting master in front of him.

His snow-white shoulders were slightly exposed, with red marks dotted on both sides just right, just like a big white steamed bun just out of the pot, still steaming, making people want to take a bite.

He Jiuyue just glanced at him a few times, and the self-discipline and rituals in her mind immediately turned into clouds and dissipated into the air.

She clenched her fingers into fists and silently repeated "Form is emptiness".

"Wen Guiyun."

"Hmm?" Wen Zheliu tilted his head.

Why did she call him by his given name? Was she angry? But he clearly didn't say anything...

"Close your eyes." He Jiuyue stretched out her hand to pinch Wen Zheliu's face as a warning, but when she touched him, she didn't feel any flesh at all, and her heart felt empty again.

Looks thin, feels even thinner.

He doesn't have much flesh on his body, and it's all in the attractive places. Why can't he eat properly?

"...Princess?" Wen Zheliu closed his eyes, not knowing what He Jiuyue was doing. He just felt itchy on his face and his eyelashes trembled.

He Jiuyue rubbed his slightly dry lips with her fingertips.

"If you're not feeling well, try not to get angry."

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