Chapter 72: Suspicious Wen Zheliu asked knowingly, but He Jiyue didn't expose it...

My nose started to feel sore, my eyes started to feel hot, and crystal clear tears were like a flood about to burst the dam, ready to burst out at any moment.

Old friends meet each other, but do not recognize each other.

He was standing right in front of He Jiuyue, but He Jiuyue didn't recognize him.

He just swallowed a pill that changed his appearance and changed into rough clothes. He didn't even hide the fact that he was weak. How could He Jiuyue not recognize him? He was Wen Zheliu?

But she couldn't notice it, wasn't that exactly what he expected?

Now that everything is going as he wished, why is he disappointed?

Wen Zheliu lowered his head and forced a miserable smile.

He supported himself on the bed with his elbows, and was about to stand up to greet He Jiuyue, but she raised her hand to stop him. He refused twice, but finally could not hold on any longer. He fell back on the bed weakly, his pale lips moving as he asked a question even though he knew the answer.

"I haven't asked yet, are you...?"

In the vast Central Plains, he came and went without a trace, and the guards beside him were wearing red armor.

Apart from Sima He, who else is there?

As one of the envoys to the Central Plains, he should know this.

But he spoke faster than he thought, and he had already spoken out his anger.

Wen Zheliu asked knowingly, but He Jiuyue didn't expose him.

"He Jiyue, the He who can do anything, the Jiyue of bright and clear sky and moon."

She leaned forward slightly, her dark pupils reflecting the rosy cheeks, her beautiful eyes slightly out of focus, and her back arched like a frightened pet.

"And you?"

Wen Zheliu's spine was pressed tightly against the cushion.

"My humble name may offend your ears."

He lowered his eyes, avoiding her blatant gaze.

This look that keeps people at a distance really seems familiar.

Although she didn't get the expected reply, He Jiuyue didn't look impatient. After all, she had been looking for the willow for more than half a month. She was no longer as hesitant as she was at the beginning, and would not panic as soon as she heard any movement.

Firstly, she was an experienced hunter and would not push her prey too hard.

Secondly, it is not appropriate for men and women to touch each other. No matter how suspicious this man is, he is still a man. If she goes any further, it will go beyond the coercion of questioning and become the shameless act of robbing a man.

But it was really strange that this person appeared in the carriage so suddenly.

He Jiuyue stepped back and unfolded the portrait hidden in her sleeve with a "whoosh".

"Have you seen this person?" She stared at his face.

Wen Zheliu only took a quick glance at the portrait, confirmed that the person in the painting was himself, and couldn't wait to look at the signature.

It is He Jiuyue’s private seal.

His gaze shifted back to the scroll, and Wen Zheliu's heart skipped a beat again.

This brushwork is exactly the line drawing technique he taught He Jiuyue.

At that time, He Jiuyue was busy practicing martial arts and missed several days of classes in school. She went to the prime minister's residence at night and asked Wen Zheliu to teach her, but she happened to run into Wen Zheliu who was unwell and lying in bed. He was so dizzy that he had difficulty even opening his eyes.

He had so much trouble with her that his ears were about to be callused, but he had no choice but to force himself to teach her a lesson briefly despite his illness. Surprisingly, she still hasn't forgotten it to this day.

I also drew a picture specifically for him who was missing.

...No, this is not what she drew these days.

The ink on this painting has been dry for some time, and it doesn't look like a recent work.

Only the belly area was expanded a few strokes.

The cold wind blew in from the carriage curtain, blowing away the colorful vines of the willow tree and the wildly growing thoughts.

"Never, cough, seen it, cough cough cough..."

As expected, the emotional fluctuations caused physical discomfort. Wen Zheliu wanted to suppress the itch in his throat, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the cough was like a flood that broke through the dam and he couldn't suppress it.

For fear of offending He Jiuyue, he raised his hand and covered his lips with a handkerchief.

It just so happened that He Jiuyue was still standing at the place where the carriage was getting on, holding up the curtain with her hand, letting the cold wind pour into the carriage through the gap, picking out the softest persimmon in the carriage and crushing it to pieces.

"Hold, cough, cough, sorry..."

His heart and lungs ached slightly, and his throat became hoarse. Wen Zheliu gently turned over, with his back facing He Jiuyue, intending to wait until the violent coughing passed before apologizing.

But it can't be stopped for a while.

Seeing this man coughing heart-wrenchingly, just like Wen Zheliu who was out of breath when he was sick, He Jiyue felt sorry for him and his hand subconsciously reached for his sleeve.

Wu Yang prescribed a new medicine for Wen Zheliu, saying that it was more effective for cough than the previous prescription.

But the pills were in her hand, but the patient was not there.

It has never been known whether this medicine works faster.

It would be a good idea to let this stranger try the medicine.

"Do you have this cough often?"

Staring at the trembling hands of the person in front of him from coughing, He Jiuyue finally pushed the medicine bottle back into his sleeve with his fingertips without taking out a single pill.

Not to mention that the medicinal herbs inside are very valuable, it is not worth giving them to a strange man.

This pill is specially for her sickly little kid.

She only wanted him.

Wen Zheliu didn't know what He Jiyue was thinking, but when he heard her ask about his illness, his heart tightened.

"No, cough, I have a fever, that's why..."

He was so panicked that he couldn't even make up a decent lie. For a moment, he had to cough to relieve the pain, but he only pretended to cough once or twice, which was not a big deal. The more he coughed, the more itchy his lungs became.

Wen Zheliu pulled himself back, put his hand on his chest, and followed Wu Yang's instructions, breathing slowly and forcefully, but he still couldn't stop.

"Cough, cough, cough! Cough..."

He kept coughing, and a wave of acid mixed with phlegm rose up.

Oops, the coughing is too severe.

Wen Zheliu quickly covered his mouth.

His Adam's apple rolled and he forced himself to swallow back the phlegm that had been stuck in his throat and had been making him uncomfortable for a long time.

He couldn't vomit, at least not in front of her.

This is so rude.

"If you have phlegm, it's better to cough it out."

Master He Jiuyue was supervising his disciples' homework. He watched Wen Zheliu's breathless coughing from a distance without looking closely, and even gave some calm advice.

"Thank you for your concern, my dear. Ahem!"

Just after he had recovered from the suffocation, Wen Zheliu started coughing deliberately again.

Having learned from his previous mistakes, he didn't cough very hard.

It was just one voice after another, so tightly arranged that every time the other person in the carriage opened his mouth, he would be interrupted just right, not a single word could be inserted.

"You are ill and need more rest. I don't want to bother you. So, goodbye."

He Jiuyue was about to leave. Wen Zheliu was rejoicing when suddenly someone nearby started a fire and cooked. The aroma of food came straight into his nostrils from outside the carriage.

I was nervous when I heard the sound of willow branches being broken, and my stomach was already feeling uncomfortable.

He was so excited that his face turned pale.

The small piece of pancake I ate before going to bed was churning in my stomach, like a prisoner who had been trapped in a jail for a long time, on the verge of a mental breakdown. I just wanted to drill a hole in the corner and run out at all costs.

Wen Zheliu covered his lips with a handkerchief and coughed a few times seriously, pretending that his throat was itchy due to the cold.

Although he managed to cover up his nose with a handkerchief by coughing, the air flow in his throat aroused a vague feeling of nausea.

He can't vomit.

At least you can't vomit in front of He Jiuyue.

But how can I resist this feeling of wanting to vomit?

"Ahem!"

Wen Zheliu supported himself on the bed with one hand and covered his mouth with the other.

He had pressed his lips with all his strength with his five fingers, but the filth mixed with acid still overflowed from the corners of his mouth, staining his patched sleeves.

Oh no.

How could he really be in front of He Jiyue...

She is so perceptive and is best at following the clues.

He had just coughed in front of her, which had already aroused her suspicion.

If his symptoms continue to be similar to Wen Zheliu's, she will definitely find out!

He had finally managed to dispel her suspicions, but was all his efforts going to be wasted?

The anxiety in his heart was like a vine growing wildly on the seabed, tightly wrapping around the feet of a man trying to survive on the sea surface, and dragging him down.

The nausea not only continued but also intensified.

A sour and rancid smell spread out from the closed carriage like thunder out of the blue.

Wen Zheliu finally managed to calm down a little bit of his discomfort, and found an outlet to vent his anger, which began to pour out unrestrainedly. He no longer cared whether he would be discovered or not, and grabbed the copper basin used for washing hands and started to vomit.

"vomit!"

Crystal clear saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, stopped in mid-air, and then retracted to the corner of his lips.

Wenzheliu felt very nauseous because of the mucus. Even though his stomach was empty, he still felt nauseous.

He vomited so much that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

It's like someone has been bullied.

"When you have a fever, you cough and have a poor appetite?" He Jiuyue's voice suddenly sounded in the carriage.

She didn't leave, but just stood there with her arms folded across her chest, like a grown woman, standing at the place where she stepped into the carriage, her inquiring eyes like lanterns, sweeping back and forth over him unscrupulously.

...It is true that if you can't escape the first day, you can't escape the fifteenth day. He can't escape what is coming.

He couldn't agree with this, nor could he disagree with it.

If you do, there will inevitably be omissions.

If you don't respond, you will directly offend the benefactor.

No matter what you do, it's wrong.

It’s better not to make excuses and admit your mistakes.

"I'm not feeling well, I've offended you, and, uh!"

A sour smell raged in his throat. Wen Zheliu straightened up, but before he could salute, he felt nauseous again. Before he could finish a sentence, he involuntarily bent his waist.

Perhaps he swallowed some air when he vomited just now, his stomach felt bloated and as if he was full of gas.

The gas is blocked in the stomach and cannot go down, so it can only go up.

Wen Zheliu couldn't help but burped rudely.

The unpleasant smell dissipated immediately.

Stimulated by this, he vomited again, and his hands holding the copper basin became weak.

It would have been fine if he just let it go, but the pot even flew towards He Jiuyue.

This time I'm really going to offend an important person.

Wen Zheliu gently closed his eyes.

But he only felt a lightness on his collar, and did not hear the "clang" sound of the copper basin hitting the ground, only He Jiuyue's soft whisper.

"If you don't hold on to it, it will be planted in the pot."

Is she so concerned about every sick and weak person?

Then when he was not feeling well before, he relied on her to take care of him, and his meticulous care and concern for her, and his personal efforts for her, were they not all self-indulgent?

A despair bordering on madness swept through him, and even the feeling of nausea retreated.

"...Thank you, Princess."

Wen Zheliu suppressed his desire to lean towards He Jiuyue.

He slowly leaned back on the couch, breathing heavily.

His chest rose and fell involuntarily, like a ripe fruit, tempting people to make mistakes all the time.

He Jiuyue frowned slightly.

here we go again.

This indescribable, inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

This was the third time she had thought of and heard about the willow branches in front of this unknown person.

She came out of the capital to look for Wen Zheliu, only looking to see if their facial features were similar.

But there are so many elixirs in the world that can change one's appearance.

She took the portrait and searched everywhere for it but could not find it. It was very likely that he had changed his appearance and appeared in a face she had never seen before.

But it is difficult to change one's nature, and everyone's behavior and manners are unique.

The person in front of me doesn't have the same facial features as Wen Zheliu.

But his every move always gave her a sense of familiarity.

Or, he was an imitator of Wen Zheliu, and knew that she was looking for Wen Zheliu, so he took advantage of the fact that he was somewhat similar to Wen Zheliu and played hard to get.

Or, he is Wen Zheliu himself.