Chapter 100: Even though she felt sorry for Wen Zheliu, she still liked the child. How could she...
Taking advantage of an opportunity is a common tactic used by military strategists.
He Jiuyue had been in the army for many years and was very familiar with this. Seeing that Wen Zheliu's teeth were relaxed, he hurriedly stuffed the life-saving pill into his mouth.
Perhaps the smell of the medicine was too pungent. As soon as Wen Zheliu's tongue touched the bitter taste, his brows furrowed and his Adam's apple rolled.
The disadvantages of not eating for nearly two days were now exposed without any concealment - the excess acid in the stomach had nowhere to go, so it rushed straight up, burning the throat all around, and was about to be vomited out of the mouth at lightning speed.
“Hmm!”
Wen Zheliu's pale hands had bulging veins and he covered his mouth tightly. He was so disgusted that his brows were twisted into a knot, but after much persuasion, he finally swallowed the pill.
This medicine is indeed precious, and because of this, it is indeed a good thing at critical moments.
He Jiuyue silently counted hundreds of numbers in her heart, and finally saw some color on Wen Zheliu's cheeks, like a black and white ink painting of mountains and rivers, splashed with a breathtaking scarlet.
It complements his gentle and peaceful eyes.
"Grand Marshal." A servant was just outside the general's tent, asking for instructions. "You ordered the blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine to be boiled. It's ready now. The military doctor said it should be taken while it's hot...but should it be brought in immediately?"
"end."
Thanks to the life-saving pill, Wen Zheliu's complexion finally returned to normal, and his body functions were fully recovering, which was the time when it was easiest to digest the medicine.
If we don't take this opportunity to give him the tonic medicine, when will we take it?
Forcefully ignoring Wen Zheliu's evasive gaze and tightly pursed lips, He Jiuyue stirred the bitter medicine with a spoon, scooped up a small half spoonful, tested it to make sure it was not hot, and gently handed the bowl to Wen Zheliu.
"Be good, get up and take your medicine."
Wen Zheliu's hand covering his lips trembled.
"……Um."
There are few people in the world who love bitterness and hate sweetness, and this is especially true when hearing about willow branches being broken.
If it weren't for his severe toothache and Helan Yuan's order not to eat any other sweets except the candied fruits after taking medicine, he would have been eager to put a piece of candy in his mouth at any moment.
Due to his long-term frail body and many dietary restrictions, the few things he could eat were either black or white in his eyes. If it was a little sweet, he would at least try it, but he would politely refuse anything bitter.
This bowl of medicine was carefully brewed from many precious medicinal materials. He could smell the bitter stench from far away at the entrance of the tent.
Originally, he didn't want to take the medicine bowl.
But He Jiuyue's eyes were too concerned.
He didn't have the heart to refuse, so he stretched out his elbow and the medicine bowl was in his hand.
He Jiuyue was busy with many official duties, and it was rare for her to personally accompany him to take medicine.
As he grows older, he is now a grown-up son. He should behave in a dignified manner and be sensible. He should no longer throw tantrums and act like a spoiled brat like he did when he was a child.
The word "obedient" is the purpose of being a husband.
In other families, it is the husband who takes care of the wife.
Even if the wife has a bad temper, is incapable of achieving anything, and spends all day at home living off the fat of the land, the husband can only silently endure the gossip of the neighbors, go out into the world as a man, and earn money to support his wife's family.
This world of beloved daughters has always been like this.
As a man, he was lucky enough to ascend the throne, which was already an extraordinary fortune for men.
Even more fortunately, he had a wife who doted on him before they even married him, agreed with him in most things, and was willing to personally serve him and administer medicine.
If a man marries the wrong person, or a woman chooses the wrong profession, then there is no hope for him.
Even the proposal of divorce is not allowed.
Proposing a divorce is the wife's privilege.
Fortunately, He Jiuyue did not despise him and had no intention of exercising this power.
However, what the national teacher of Xiyue said was not wrong. He heard that Zheliu would marry the most noble woman in the world. In his heart, this woman was excellent, and in the eyes of outsiders, she was probably not bad either.
He Jiuyue holds a high position, but she is willing to make time to accompany him to take medicine even though the evidence of his crime has not yet been cleared.
With a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?
Of course we should be grateful.
His wife, as noble as the moon in the sky, personally brought the medicine bowl to him and sat beside him. Even if the medicine in the bowl was a poison that could penetrate the intestines, he, as her husband, should have drunk it without batting an eyelid.
"Thank you... Princess."
Unsure of how to address He Jiuyue, Wen Zheliu thought for a moment and decided to call her by her title.
He moved to the side of the bed and wanted to get down to express his gratitude.
But his legs were so weak that he not only failed to get down from the bed, but also almost dropped the medicine bowl in his hand.
"Your fever hasn't subsided yet, so please don't be polite." He Jiuyue reached out to support Wen Zheliu and placed two soft pillows behind his waist. "Drink the medicine quickly while it's hot."
His hands were weak, and his legs were even weaker, unable to support himself. Wen Zheliu's whole body was trembling slightly. He gritted his teeth and held on, his long eyelashes drooping, his thin lips pressed against the porcelain white pill, suppressing the wandering thoughts in his mind, and took the sour and bitter medicine juice, swallowing it mouthful by mouthful.
The water vapor rose, and a layer of mist appeared on his eyelashes.
He Jiuyue was watching intently when she saw Wen Zheliu's face change and the fingertips holding the medicine bowl turned white.
"vomit!"
The feeling of nausea came suddenly, and Wen Zheliu was caught off guard. He was caught off guard and vomited out half a spoonful of the medicine he had just taken.
“Cough! Cough cough…”
The medicine juice that came back up was mixed with acid. It flowed through the throat and was so bitter and numb that Wen Zheliu was choked so much that he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, but still couldn't stop coughing.
After all, doubts still remained in her heart, and He Jiuyue wanted to stand by and watch as she had done before.
But the tear that was about to fall at the corner of Wen Zheliu's eye was like the sharpest knife in the world, piercing her rock-hard heart.
In the end, he couldn't resist his instinct. He Jiuyue endured it again and again and still patted Wen Zheliu on the back.
"Ahem...thank you."
Wen Zheliu lowered his head and looked submissive, like a well-behaved little husband.
"What exactly did you learn in Xiyue? Why, even though your health has deteriorated, do you still like to say 'thank you'?" He Jiuyue pulled the quilt over his cold hands, her eyes devoid of emotion. "Why should we be so polite to each other?"
"County, cough, my lord, this is not an empty courtesy." Wen Zheliu blinked, and the tears that had accumulated in his eyes due to coughing slid down his cheeks.
"Zheliu thinks that since you have done so much for me, I should express my gratitude."
After he finished speaking, a blush crept up the tip of his ear and his eyes became wandering, one moment they were on He Jiuyue's upper lip, the next moment they were on her arm, he looked like a young boy who had just fallen in love.
He Jiyue coughed lightly and said, "In that case, drink the medicine to clear the blockage and take a good rest to get rid of the fever."
Hearing the sound of willows being cut, they nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
It was clearly still the same bitter medicine, but he inexplicably tasted a hint of sweetness.
Maybe it's the sweet taste after that.
It is inevitable to feel tired after taking the medicine. Wen Zheliu yawned three or five times lazily and could not open his eyes.
But he was deep in sleep, and his sleep was not serene. His body was twitching slightly, and there were faint traces of water at the corners of his eyes. He looked like a little animal that was hurt and had nowhere to vent.
He Jiuyue was originally going to review official documents, but when he saw Jianwen Zheliu's tearful look, he could no longer sit still.
I have to take a handkerchief to wipe away his tears.
"I didn't... poison..." Wen Zheliu murmured. He Jiuyue moved closer and vaguely heard words like "Princess", "murdered", and "Emperor Jingming".
Emperor Jingming? He Feng? This matter is actually related to her?
Her eyes narrowed.
What exactly happened when my mother was poisoned?
"Chen Jin, send someone from the capital to the Prime Minister's residence to investigate those letters of treason with Xiyue."
He Jiyue walked out of the tent in two or three steps and ordered Chen Jin to investigate thoroughly: "Search the side halls of the Princess's Mansion, especially the month when my mother had the accident... I suspect this incident may be related to He Feng."
"...But my lord, I can't leave now!"
Chen Jin held the festive red swaddling clothes in her arms, sweating profusely as she worked in the windy grasslands. "The young lady is making a lot of noise."
"Ahhh——" It was the middle of the night. The little girl, who had been annoyed all day, finally couldn't stand it anymore and got angry.
She didn't get to drink her father's milk during the day, and her mouth was still smacking the delicious meal she had hurriedly last night. She just took it as compensation at night, but suddenly Chen Jin fed her a bellyful of goat's milk. She was finally so angry that she burst into tears and refused to eat anymore.
Her commotion caused a huge stir. Hundreds of soldiers stuck their heads out, staring with curious eyes, and started talking about the couple in the family.
He Jiuyue held his forehead with his hand.
"First, find a way to stop the child from crying. Wen Zheliu just fell asleep, what should we do if he's woken up?"
Chen Jin looked embarrassed: "But the young lady only wants to drink... If she keeps crying like this, I'm afraid she will vomit all the goat milk she just drank."
He Jiuyue walked into the tent with a flick of her sleeves.
"Then give her some other milk."
She always gave orders in this way, with thunder and lightning speed, and no room for questioning, so Chen Jin had no choice but to do as she was told.
But no matter what kind of milk she used, the little girl cried very hard. My hard work paid off. She vomited out all the milk that she had finally taken in three or five times, and her entire neck was wet.
Chen Jin wanted to report several times and reached out to the tent curtain, but he didn't dare to ask for permission. He had to bite the bullet and continue feeding. However, he didn't know that He Jiuyue in the tent was also suffering.
The little girl was her own flesh and blood. How could she not feel distressed when she was crying so hard?
But Wen Zheliu urgently needs to rest...
Wen Zheliu's lips moved, as if he was muttering something again. He Jiuyue leaned over and skillfully moved closer to listen.
"child……"
...It's a child again, why can't he let go of the child?
Wen Zheliu seemed to be haunted by something in a dream.
He shook his head slightly, and in a moment, a layer of shiny cold sweat appeared on his cheeks and forehead, and his willow-shaped brows were furrowed.
"She's here, crying..."
He Jiuyue was stunned.
Is this a father's intuition? Even when sound asleep, he can still sense his child's distant cry.
Yes, the child was crying.
Ke Wenzheliu had a fever and felt very uncomfortable. She had to persuade him to take medicine and go to sleep. But the child was in a hurry to drink milk, and if she brought him over, he would definitely wake up. What should she do?
“Hmm!”
Perhaps it was really the bond between father and daughter, or perhaps Wen Zheliu had a fever and was feeling unwell, unable to sleep well.
His eyes rolled violently, and his hands reached out for the bedding and blanket beside him, as if he had to touch something real to feel at ease. He Jiuyue was stunned and reached out to hold Wen Zheliu's cold hand, but he was two or three steps too slow.
After several attempts in a row, Wen Zheliu suddenly woke up.
He opened his mouth to speak before his eyes could focus.
"Child, are you crying?"
"...Well, she's hungry, and Chen Jin is feeding her."
Being in a high position, there was no need to be mysterious. He Jiyue wanted to change her frankness and make up lies. She didn't know where to put her hands, so she could only tuck the quilt in for Wen Zheliu: "No need to bother you to get up."
"No."
Wen Zheliu struggled to get up, ignoring the sweat dripping from his body. In the chaos, he tore off the top button of his clothes, and a sweet and milky smell immediately wafted out.
"She just likes to drink this."
He puffed out his chest, and there was a hint of pride in his beautiful eyes that was not found in other young boys.
The words "You've spoiled her too much" were stuck in He Jiuyue's throat, but she couldn't utter them in the end.
Wen Zheliu also started to like children.
How could she take all this away?
But in his current state, he couldn't even take care of himself, so he was really not suitable to take care of a little girl.
perhaps……
With a thousand thoughts in her mind, He Jiuyue asked Chen Jin to send her daughter in, and then she personally held her in Wen Zheliu's arms, but she didn't even notice when Wen Zheliu undressed to breastfeed her.
"Princess, what are you thinking about?" Wen Zheliu suddenly asked.
"...Hmm?" He Jiuyue subconsciously raised his head.
Wen Zheliu was covered in a blanket from the waist down, with her clothes slightly open due to breastfeeding. The little girl was sucking her breasts enthusiastically. His three thousand strands of black hair hung down on his thin shoulders, and his Adam's apple, which had grown larger with age, rolled slightly.
The smile on the corner of her mouth is so sweet that it touches people's hearts.
He Jiuyue swallowed her saliva, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
Is this the husband, children and warm home that countless women pursue?
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