Chapter 105: Farewell "...without the wife, the husband can hardly bear the empty pillow."...
He Jiuyue had experienced many ups and downs. Although she was worried about Wen Zheliu and He Yue in the carriage, she was able to distract herself and ask the soldier in an orderly manner, with a calm expression on her face.
"Tell me, what happened?"
The soldiers dismounted and bowed prostrate. "Those princes guarding the capital are attacking the city! Your Majesty, please return to the capital as soon as possible to protect him!"
"Protecting the emperor"?
He Jiuyue sneered in his heart.
Didn't He Feng know that He Jiuyue locked her up in the Yangxin Palace, ostensibly to keep her but actually to imprison her?
He Feng really had no one to rely on when he asked her to protect him.
This is not surprising.
Since ancient times, the victors are kings and the losers are bandits. When He Feng was the emperor, he was above everyone else, so he was a little afraid of He Jiuyue who held military power.
She suddenly fell from the dragon throne, and then she found that the corpse piled under the throne, which was used as a cushion stone, had come back to life and was trying to tear her apart and swallow her. There was no one behind her. He Feng was helpless and could only ask for help from the person who dragged her down from the high position.
"Cough, cough cough..."
After all, it was autumn, and the wind made him feel chilly. Every time the seasons changed, Wen Zheliu always felt unwell. As soon as the wind blew, his dizzy head had not yet cleared up, but his throat started to itch, forcing him to cough.
He Jiuyue paused as he was pulling the curtain, then let go and hid the beauty, who was more fragile than porcelain, in the airtight carriage.
He Feng killed his own sister He Yuyao, who had the same mother and father as him. He was worse than an animal. The fire of revenge burned in her heart, and she wished to cut He Feng into pieces.
It's just that this vassal king dispute...
At the very least, the capital will be in turmoil and the people will be displaced; at the worst, the country will be completely changed and blood will be spilled over the mountains and rivers.
As the saying goes, don't take on a job if you don't have the skills. Correspondingly, the greater your ability, the more things you should do. She has tens of thousands of soldiers at her disposal, and she naturally cannot sit idly by when the people of the capital are in trouble.
As for He Feng...
It doesn't matter if you don't stay.
Even if she sits on the throne, the country will still belong to the He family.
It's just a pity for her mother He Yuyao. She clearly has the potential to become a wise ruler, but because of the late emperor's favoritism, she can only serve as a general under the mediocre He Feng.
But she is very different from her modest and elegant mother.
If she wants something, she will fight for it.
As Chen Jin said, she really didn't want to be tied to the dragon throne for the rest of her life, but at this moment, she was forced to do so by the situation.
Rather than letting those vassal kings occupy her He family's kingdom, it would be better for her to step forward and, like Wen Zheliu, bear the infamy of regicide and usurpation of the throne.
She will try it on this throne.
If it succeeds, there will be no one in this world who can suppress her anymore. She will make Wen Zheliu her queen, and they will live the rest of their lives happily.
If that doesn't work, just cultivate He Yue.
The little girl is only a little over a month old, but she has a loud voice, is in good health, and is extremely sensitive to the outside world. She is a good material for a genius.
"knew."
There were so many thoughts in his mind, but they appeared on He Jiuyue's face in just a moment.
"Tell your majesty that I will arrive within five days."
"Yes!" Before the young soldier could even catch his breath, he jumped on his horse, ran to the nearby post station, changed to a more energetic horse, and ran back to the capital to deliver the message.
The bleak autumn wind followed him away, leaving the solemn and gloomy atmosphere in its place.
The entire Red Armor Army was on standby, with tens of thousands of pairs of black eyes under their helmets staring intently at their young general who was riding a tall horse and stopped beside the carriage.
A faint coughing sound could be heard from the carriage.
The fragile beauty tried hard to hide her vulnerability so as not to disturb the meeting outside.
He Jiuyue raised his hand slightly and said to Chen Jin.
"Pass the order down and rest here for a moment."
Before she finished her words, she had already jumped off the horse and got into the carriage as nimbly as a fish into the sea.
Wen Zheliu's face was indeed extremely pale.
His legs were weak and he relied entirely on his waist for support. After holding on for most of the day, he was exhausted. His eyes, which could no longer see, were misty and his pupils were dilated.
...like a person who is about to die, but has unfinished business in his heart and cannot close his eyes in death.
He Jiuyue's heart skipped a beat.
Without asking the military doctor for help, she personally took the handkerchief, held Wen Zheliu in her arms, and carefully felt his pulse.
It's quite weak.
But fortunately, life is not over yet.
Wen Zheliu looked exhausted at this moment. He was not on his deathbed, but just tired after running around for a long time.
"He... cough! Cough cough!" Feeling the warmth of He Jiuyue against his skin, Wen Zheliu stretched out his hands and subconsciously wanted to hug her, but the air passing through his throat caused another coughing fit.
The two of them were facing each other. Wen Zheliu's jaw was stuck in He Jiuyue's shoulder socket. She coughed muffledly for a while before she remembered that he was shaking her ears like that.
"Sorry." He whispered in my ear.
"It's okay." It was rare to see Zheliu's face so pale. He Jiuyue was so distressed that she didn't have time to blame him.
"Zheliu, I'm not in the carriage just to take care of you. I also want to ask you something—the capital is in turmoil, and I can't ignore it. From now on, the entire team must advance at full speed, and all dry food can only be eaten on horseback. Except for a three-hour rest at night, there will be no stopping to rest. We must rush to the capital in one go. Can you... hold on?"
He looked embarrassed when he heard about Zhe Liu.
It's true that he always likes to hold on and won't show weakness until he really can't hold on any longer, but if he walks at the speed that He Jiuyue mentioned, he will definitely lose half his life.
He Jiuyue has always been thoughtful. Before asking this question, she had already thought of a solution.
"Not only is the road back to the capital bumpy, but even if we do return, there will still be tough battles to fight. You're weak, so don't force yourself if you can't. This is in the Central Plains. I'll find a village to settle you down in and send heavy troops to guard it. After the mission is accomplished, I'll personally take you back to the capital. Okay?"
Wen Zheliu's lips moved, but no sound came out.
He knew that this method was to protect him.
Moreover, this method is of great benefit to him and has no harm. He Jiuyue did not harm him physically or mentally. She just let him recuperate in a small village far away from disputes without him having to worry about anything.
Therefore, the biggest problem lies with himself.
He didn't want to be separated from He Jiuyue.
Not to mention the longing for each other, which is like the rolling river and cannot be cut off. If the two of them separate, who will the young He Yue be with?
He won't have to suffer if he follows him, but the child has had little contact with his mother since childhood, and I'm afraid he won't be close to He Jiuyue in the future. If he follows He Jiuyue, he won't even have a warm-hearted person around him, and he won't find a backbone.
He Yue's crying gradually subsided, and the army outside, along with their commander, waited quietly for Wen Zheliu's reply.
“…I can do it.”
Although Wen Zheliu was spoiled by his family when he was young, the countless hardships he encountered after the death of his adoptive mother and biological father finally made him learn to be considerate of others.
He really couldn't let the Red Armor Army outside sit still just because of his own indecision.
"...Okay." He Jiuyue nodded slowly.
She knew very well that Wen Zheliu wanted to stay with her, and was frightened by his self-harm with a dagger. She was even more clear-headed, and forcing Wen Zheliu to respond to this matter was blatantly cruel.
But if she were to choose, she would only choose the method that is most beneficial to her family, country and society.
You will definitely smell the heart of the willow.
Let him choose for himself.
"But He Yue..." Wen Zheliu added in a low voice, "Is she with you, or with me?"
It was clearly just a brief separation, but when the two looked into each other's eyes, they were filled with endless affection. As their emotions collided, sadness gradually arose.
"Of course she has to follow you. She's still breastfeeding and can only drink your milk. She can't live without a father."
Wen Zheliu blinked slowly twice.
"good."
He was so obedient that he only asked in a low voice about his daughter's whereabouts and didn't mention anything else, which made He Jiuyue feel embarrassed.
"Zheliu, He Yue is still young, so you need to keep a close eye on her. My subordinates are extravagant and I'm afraid they won't be able to take good care of her. I'll have to trouble you and the white guard to take care of her. If you have any complaints about them, just tell them directly.
"As your biological mother, I can't be with you to take care of He Yue. I feel sorry for her and for you. I will definitely make it up to you and your daughter in the future."
Wen Zheliu put his hand on He Jiuyue's shoulder and groped to cover her lips.
"Grand Marshal, this is before we go to war. We need to pray for good luck in everything. As the commander-in-chief, please stop saying such unlucky words."
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and that faint smile, combined with the sickly look on his face, was like the icing on the cake, showing the fragile beauty of fragile porcelain.
He Jiuyue swallowed his saliva.
When Wen Zheliu heard this, he had no idea how attractive he was.
Thanks to her for not being disturbed by the situation, if it were another woman, letting such a natural beauty sit on her lap...
Even if you are in your seventies or eighties, you must be full of vigor and vitality again.
"...He Wuhuan?" He Jiuyue hadn't spoken for several breaths. Wen Zheliu was wondering why she was silent. After asking, he realized that he was covering He Jiuyue's mouth. How could He Jiuyue speak?
You can't lick his hand and say that, right?!
Wen Zheliu pulled his hand away as quickly as flying.
He Jiuyue's voice with a muffled laugh was heard at this moment.
"As you say."
Wen Zheliu had thin skin, and once a mark was left on it, it was difficult to remove. Previously, at the Princess's Mansion, even after applying the best ointment, the marks were still blue and purple. When he became shy, the large patches of blush could not be hidden.
"Return victorious soon...A husband can't bear the thought of his wife being away from him."
He Jiuyue burst out laughing.
Wen Zheliu hadn't even married yet, but she was so eager to call herself "husband".
As if he was afraid that she wouldn't want him.
Is she the kind of person who abandons others after having fun with them?
He Jiuyue kissed him hard on the forehead.
"Wen Zheliu, I promise I will never abandon you again. Just stay in the village and I will come to pick you up personally after I finish my business."
Wen Zheliu nodded reluctantly, not even knowing when He Jiuyue got out of the carriage.
"Grand Marshal!" Chen Jin, following He Jiyue's orders, searched everywhere for a suitable village for Wen Zheliu and He Yue, father and daughter. After searching for a while, he found "a village called Lijia Village up ahead. I see the villagers are honest and kind, and they shouldn't treat you badly."
He Jiyue waved the whip and motioned her to lead the way: "Well, go and take a look."
The village is isolated and almost no outsiders come here, but as Chen Jin said, the villagers are indeed warm and welcoming. After hearing He Jiuyue's request, they quickly found a large yard.
The room is a little small, but clean.
Fearing that he would be unable to move forward once he started talking to Wen Zheliu, He Jiuyue left behind his elite troops and left in silence.
But even so, Wen Zheliu still felt uncomfortable.
My eyes were unable to see anything, and the sound of horses' hooves faded away. This scene seemed familiar.
Wen Zheliu felt a pang of pain in his heart. Xiaobai helped him get off the carriage and curled up in the sedan chair. His slender white hands were unable to press down on the painful area.
He heard his heart beating fast.
"Boom, boom, boom," like thunder on a rainy day.
Xiaobai's worried voice faintly reached his ears.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
"Hmm..." Wen Zheliu didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.
"Mr. Wen!" Chen Jin's voice suddenly came.
Wen Zheliu was stunned and slowly raised his head.
Didn’t she follow He Jiyue?
She has always been by He Jiuyue's side serving her. She is back, but has He Jiuyue also returned?
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