Chapter 98 Fever "What do I want you to do to forgive me?" ...

Wen Zheliu didn't expect that he would be in so much pain that he couldn't even control his cries. He was stunned and subconsciously turned his face away. His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed the cough that almost came out.

"What's wrong?"

He Jiuyue was so perceptive that he could see that every attempt he made to remedy the situation after Wen Zheliu was of no avail and only made things more obvious.

Actually, it's strange. In He Jiuyue's memory, Wen Zheliu has always looked sick. Logically, she is familiar with him and should be used to seeing his weak state.

But the strange thing was, she couldn't get used to it.

As soon as Wen Zheliu felt uncomfortable, her calm heart began to tighten.

At first, she didn't know why.

It was not until she had been separated from Wen Zheliu for more than half a year, and had been looking at the white jade bell earrings day and night, thinking of him, that she suddenly realized that this might be what the book called love.

I love him, so I can't bear to see him suffer.

I can't bear to attack him.

It is true that the Central Plains and Western Vietnam are hostile to each other.

Ke Wenzheliu has the blood of two countries, and he has been hiding his identity and deceiving her for more than ten years. He had no choice but to do so, and it was also true.

This is just a grudge from the previous life.

She and Wen Zheliu inherited and simply replayed the love, hatred and vengeance of the previous generation.

The war between the two countries has ended, the people are on good terms, business is flourishing, and the rivers and seas are peaceful. Is there really any need to continue this hatred that has been passed down through the ages?

But her mother died of poisoning that year...

"Cough," Wen Zheliu coughed, trying to suppress the pain that had begun to spread at some point, but unfortunately it backfired, and acid rose from his throat, choking him to death, "Cough cough cough!"

He Jiuyue, who was rubbing the little girl's back, trembled.

Wen Zheliu's face was three times paler than when he was unconscious just now.

Where do you feel uncomfortable again?

She thought so and blurted out subconsciously.

"Heartache?"

It couldn't be explained in a few words, and Wen Zheliu didn't have the energy to speak. His thin lips moved, his pupils were dilated, he couldn't utter a complete word, and his eyes couldn't focus at all.

The sound it made was even more faint and feeble.

"pain……"

This short word was like a small stone dropped into He Jiuyue's heart, causing ripples on the water.

How did you get so sick?

She hasn't done anything yet.

With his condition, let alone torture, even if he is well taken care of, he may not live for many days.

Wen Zheliu was weak and destined to have a short life.

Before at the Princess's Mansion, he still had some flesh on his face.

In just half a year, he was already so emaciated that a strong man like him couldn't even stand up...

Extreme wisdom will lead to harm, and deep love will not bring longevity. Wen Zheliu had both of these. Even a Daluo Jinxian would be powerless to save the situation. As a mere mortal, He Jiyue was naturally helpless.

If she had known this, why would she have bothered to be so hard on him in these short years?

With a faint sadness in his heart, He Jiuyue narrowed his eyes, suppressed all the mixed emotions that came over him, and steadily handed the little girl who had closed her eyes and fallen asleep to Chen Jin outside.

"Ask the military doctor to bring the medicine box."

"No! No need to call a military doctor!"

Perhaps because of the excruciating pain, Wen Zheliu's condition had recovered a little. Although his voice was still weak, he could at least form a coherent sentence, without the lingering sound just now.

He Jiuyue turned around and saw a slight blush on his pale cheeks.

Huh? Why is he still embarrassed?

Even if he was very reluctant to see a doctor, it wouldn't have been like this.

He Jiuyue had a faint smile on his face.

"What exactly is wrong?"

"..." Wen Zheliu remained speechless, his thin lips tightly pressed into a cold and hard straight line, as if the cry of pain just now did not come from his mouth.

"You haven't answered for a long time. Does that mean you're not feeling uncomfortable?"

He Jiuyue is the best at provoking people.

While she was talking, her hand was touching Wen Zheliu's heart.

"If you don't feel uncomfortable, I will..."

"Don't!"

Wen Zheliu had the lower half of his face hidden in the blanket, his long eyelashes blinking rapidly, as if he was busy escaping. If he was slower, He Jiuyue would catch him and ask him about everything.

"It's just... a little bloated, it will be fine in a while."

"What's bloating?" He Jiuyue looked puzzled. "You haven't eaten anything since yesterday. Even if your digestion rate is slow, your stomach should be empty by now. How can you feel uncomfortable with bloating?"

"…It's not a bloated stomach."

The more Wen Zheliu spoke, the lower his voice became, as if by lowering his voice, the shame he felt in speaking would disappear.

"Wait until the baby wakes up and has a few more feedings before he's done."

"She's so tiny, how much milk can she take?" He Jiuyue was never indecisive when making decisions. She suggested, extending her hand, "Why not squeeze it out first..."

"hiss!"

With just a gentle pinch, Wenzheliu curled up into a ball.

His thin back was pressed against the corner of the bed, his hands folded in front of his chest: "Well, don't move..."

He resisted so stubbornly that it seemed as if He Jiuyue, with her gentle features, was not there to help him escape from his suffering, but to kick him into hell.

Tsk, is he so resistant?

But even if we talked to him nicely, he would not obey us and refused to accept the toast, so he had to drink the penalty wine.

"I don't want to make any moves either," He Jiuyue pinched Wen Zheliu's shoulder as he tried to hide in the corner, raising her thick eyebrows, "but you don't say anything and you don't take the initiative. I have no choice but to take the initiative."

Wen Zheliu closed his eyes tightly, with several bloody marks on the corners of his mouth, interpreting the saying "It is better to die in glory than to live in dishonor" to the extreme.

"You can kill me or chop me up, it's up to you. But a gentleman can be killed, not humiliated. You...ah!"

Before Wen Zheliu finished his impassioned speech, He Jiuyue had clamped her two slender white wrists with one hand and pulled her behind her waist in a semi-twisted posture.

"Be good."

He Jiuyue spoke harsh words, but her actions were like a tiger in her heart, sniffing the roses.

Her other hand swam freely like a fish in water.

"Does it hurt here? Or here?"

He Jiuyue had never studied medicine seriously with her master, but since Wen Zheliu refused to let the military doctor come to see her, she could only let her, a skilled doctor with only half a bucket of knowledge, try her best to save the situation.

"...the one before."

Wen Zheliu resisted strongly at first, but suddenly realized that He Jiuyue had indeed not done anything wrong. He froze, thinking that he was just a villain and was judging others by others.

He just thought that He Jiuyue had consumed a lot of energy and had great needs, so he wanted to force himself on her.

She never thought that she was only concerned about his health.

"I'm sorry, I..." Wen Zheliu spoke cautiously and was about to apologize when he was silenced by He Jiuyue's wild strength.

Well, she was too cruel!

Is this how you treat a patient?

"Does it feel more comfortable if you rub it like this?"

He Jiyue didn't hear clearly what Wen Zheliu said just now. She just thought that he was in so much pain that he was unconscious and humming casually. While asking Wen Zheliu if he felt better, she rubbed his body left and right, making circles around the congested area.

"...Hmm." Wen Zheliu lowered his voice, fearing he might make any noise inappropriate for children. "Quietly."

"No, there's a lump here, I have to..."

With a "sizzle", a faint fragrance floats in the air.

It happened so suddenly that even He Jiuyue, who was quick to react, didn't have time to move.

Looking down, I saw that a large area of ​​Wenzheliu's clothes was wet.

"This is……?"

Before He Jiuyue could finish her question, Wen Zheliu turned around, picked up a pillow, and smashed it on her handsome face full of confusion.

"lecher!"

Wen Zheliu's strength was light and airy, just like a kitten scratching an itch.

"What's wrong?"

After all, her cheek still hurt a little. He Jiuyue didn't give Wen Zheliu any face. She rubbed her nose with her hand before raising her eyebrows.

"Wen Zheliu, I haven't seen you for half a year. You've become more aggressive and always hit me in the face. No matter how tough I am, I can't stand you hitting me like that. If you continue to behave like this, I will have to punish you with family discipline."

"Is this a good thing?"

When Wen Zheliu heard this, his handsome face turned red.

"How could you... touch..."

His voice was as soft as the buzzing of a mosquito. Halfway through the sentence, his face turned red and he had no strength to continue.

This matter cannot be blamed entirely on He Jiuyue.

He was the one who condoned it first.

"You refuse to let the military doctor come, and you can't relieve yourself, so I have to do it. Besides, a little girl can touch it, but I can't."

He Jiyue said earnestly: "If the circulation is smooth, there will be no pain. If there is pain, it means the circulation is blocked. The blocked areas must be properly relieved."

Hearing the sound of willow branches being broken, his eyelashes fluttered.

"That's not possible..."

"What else can we do?" He Jiuyue shrugged. "To be honest, I feel that this is too slow to take effect. The amount of milk a little girl can drink every day is limited. If she eats too much milk, she will not feel comfortable. Perhaps, we need to go a step further."

"...How can we take this a step further?"

Wen Zheliu didn't know why he got so excited that he followed He Jiuyue and asked the question. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it.

As expected, He Jiuyue's few words immediately brought his implicit shame and anger to a climax.

"In a little girl's way."

"He Jiyue!" He felt shy when he heard about the willow being broken.

"If we keep getting stuck there, something bad will happen." He Jiuyue's tone was calm, but her eyes paused, as if she was about to talk about the past, "My father back then..."

"Don't you think of me as a traitor?"

His mind was in a mess, and Wen Zheliu blurted out, "Are you so nice to every traitor?"

"Don't provoke me."

He Jiuyue turned and went to the box where clothes were stored. She picked and chose, and took out a relatively thick autumn coat, which she handed to Wen Zheliu's arms to cover the large milk stain.

"You know exactly how I treat traitors."

His chest was choked with depression and his head was hot. Wen Zheliu was confused and leaned against the bed rail, breathing slightly. The question that he had buried deep in his heart and dared not see the light suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Then the Grand Marshal let me go, is it because he still has feelings for me, or does he have other motives?"

He Jiuyue frowned.

Wen Zheliu's face was red in an unusual way.

If he was embarrassed by her words and was feeling uneasy at the moment, the blush of shyness should have subsided.

She reached out and touched his forehead.

"You have a fever."

Wen Zheliu trembled like a trapped beast in a corner, not knowing whether to surrender in humiliation or fight to the death with his last bit of dignity.

"What do you want me to do for you to forgive me?"

...It was completely irrelevant and he was really confused.

He Jiuyue did not answer.

She simply lifted up Wen Zheliu's black hair that had fallen to her collarbone and gently tucked it behind his ear: "Now is not the time to talk. You are very hot. You need to take medicine and rest."

"I..." Not getting a decent answer, or rather, not even getting an answer, Wen Zheliu narrowed her beautiful and blurry round eyes, and her lips moved unwillingly, but she only felt a pain in her neck and her vision went dark.

The last thing that came into his eyes were He Jiuyue's peach blossom eyes that were slightly compassionate.

"You are too tired, go to sleep."