Chapter 12 Vomiting Blood "It's true that the princess's heart is full of people, slave...
It was a pity that He Jiuyue's eyes, as sharp as an eagle, which had once spotted the enemy's tracks from a hundred miles away, scanned Wen Zheliu several times but could not find any flaws.
Very good, you are very capable, you pretended so perfectly.
"Is Xiaoqing really sick?" He Jiuyue turned her head and asked Wu Yang, "Isn't he in good health as you admitted yourself?"
Wu Yang has a fierce husband and has seen how outrageous things men can do to win favor. She couldn't find any flaws in Xiaoqing and was wondering what Xiaoqing was up to.
But as the saying goes, a doctor has a kind heart. No matter whether Xiaoqing designed to poison herself or was poisoned accidentally, she had to put aside personal grudges and treat her. While thinking about what medicine to give Xiaoqing, Wu Yang did not notice the solemn atmosphere between He Jiyue and Wen Zheliu, and just nodded solemnly.
"My Lady, although Xiaoqing's illness seems strange, it is indeed genuine. He has been poisoned by a strange Western Yue poison. If I hadn't arrived in time and given him medicine, he would have died."
Catching the word "Xiyue", He Jiuyue's expression became more solemn.
The poisons in Western Vietnam are not common, but they are extremely toxic when they appear. She has been at the border for several years and has only seen a few of them. How did Xiaoqing get the strange poison?
"Well, I'll go see him."
Seeing He Jiuyue turning around, Wen Zheliu wanted to let go calmly, but his heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.
In the end, he still couldn't bear to leave her.
"Ahem, it's true that the princess' heart is full of people, and I can't squeeze in."
The fire of jealousy burned fiercely. Wen Zheliu was used to being cold and indifferent, and seldom experienced such violent emotional fluctuations. For a moment, it was as if a spark had been lit in the vast snowfield, burning for a moment and then completely extinguished.
He Jiuyue walked farther and farther away without saying a word.
The door slammed shut with a creak, and Wen Zheliu spat out blood.
He was vomiting blood almost all day.
A lot of blood had already accumulated in the half-sized spittoon, and some of it had even clotted into lumps.
It was as if his heart towards He Jiuyue had become frozen.
Wen Zheliu silently wiped the blood that splashed out of the spittoon. He felt the handkerchief was sticky and wanted to clean it up.
He forced himself to sit up, holding on to anything he could in the room, and stumbled past the dark brass mirror, accidentally meeting the haggard face in the mirror.
Wen Zheliu is in such a mess.
A faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
How long can you enjoy serving men with your beauty?
Wuhuan was not originally his alone.
He should have thought of it earlier that his favor was gone and he would be left alone in an empty house.
But his heart still hurts.
He Jiuyue has become the most important link in his bloodline. He would be worried about her if he didn't see her for a while, let alone if she deliberately ignored him.
Wen Zheliu was unaware of the coldness in his hands and feet, and just stared blankly at the person with red eyes in the bronze mirror.
He hated her so much, and hated himself even more.
He knew that she was a playboy, yet he still got angry with her and made her run away. He felt wronged and didn't want to chase her to apologize. He just stayed alone and wiped away his tears secretly.
But she is busy with all kinds of affairs and has the virtuous Xiaoqing by her side. How can she have the mind to soften herself to coax him?
"cough!"
He couldn't count how many times he vomited blood. Wen Zheliu held the edge of the table and slowly knelt down.
She doesn't care, what if he dies?
He Jiuyue stepped out of the threshold of the side hall, her robe fluttering with her steps, and she walked in a graceful manner. After leaving Wen Zheliu's sight, she couldn't help but look back every few steps.
He vomited so much blood, the room was so cold, and there was no one to take care of him. Will something happen to him?
Seeing He Jiyue looking back every few steps, Chen Jin guessed that she was worried about Wen Zheliu, so he cautiously suggested, "If you are worried about Wen Shijun being alone, I can stay by his side."
“No need.”
He Jiuyue said this decisively, but after taking a few steps, he regretted it. Unfortunately, it was too late to undo what had been done. He had already walked two miles, and it would be embarrassing to let Chen Jin go back.
He Jiuyue's quick words brought him endless regrets. Facing Xiaoqing, whose face was pale and sallow, lying on the couch, He Jiuyue was in Cao's camp but his heart was with Han. His mind was filled with Wen Zheliu's slightly furrowed brows.
Xiaoqing had just been to the gates of hell and was obviously exhausted. However, unlike Wen Zheliu, after being helped up by her, he leaned against the head of the bed. Xiaoqing insisted on getting down to pay her respects.
He paid his respects despite being sick, and the first thing he said was a bunch of words of thanks.
"Thank you, Princess, for visiting me. I am deeply grateful to you for not forgetting me despite your busy schedule..."
He Jiuyue let his words go in one ear and out the other, her ears still callused from wear. She raised her hand to stop him: "As long as you have the intention, there's no need to say polite words."
Although she was usually annoyed with Xiaoqing, at least she didn't show it on the surface. This time, she lost her patience and interrupted her directly, which even surprised herself.
What's going on? She loses control whenever she touches Wen Zheliu.
"Princess, is there something bothering you?" Xiaoqing bit her handkerchief in grievance, not knowing that these appropriate words made He Jiuyue even more upset.
Why do they both like to ask this question?
Just now, Wen Zheliu asked about her whereabouts because he was worried about her. Now Xiaoqing asked, what is your purpose?
He Jiuyue was too lazy to guess, she just felt annoyed and wanted to slap him.
"That's not something you should worry about." After a sleepless night, He Jiuyue's temper was inevitably bad, and her words were more pungent than gunpowder. "You were just staying at home, how did you get poisoned? And it's a strange poison from Xiyue, where did you get it from?"
Xiaoqing covered her mouth and coughed twice, with the corners of her eyes red.
"I don't know either, I just have a guess in my heart... There's one thing I don't know whether I should say it or not."
He Jiyue was used to staying in the military camp and didn't like the euphemisms of the mountain road: "If you have something to say, just say it."
"My Lady, I have never left the Princess's Mansion. I only felt unwell yesterday after I went to the side hall to deliver soup to my younger brother Wen Zheliu. The Wen family is collaborating with the enemy, precisely with Xiyue... Therefore, I boldly speculate that this poison..."
Although He Jiuyue came from the military, he was a member of the royal family after all, and was very thoughtful. When he said this, it was not difficult for her to hear the hidden meaning in his words.
"Do you think it was Wen Zheliu who poisoned you?"
"Exactly."
He Jiyue frowned, subconsciously wanting to say "impossible", but Chen Jin gently stopped her, "Princess, the new batch of charcoal has arrived. Should it be sent to the side hall?"
Of course I have to send it. Wenzheliu is afraid of the cold and has been frozen all night. He can't be frozen anymore.
"Yes, send it over."
Those round, melancholy eyes kept lingering in his mind. He Jiyue finally decided to give in and went to the side hall to coax Wen Zheliu: "Forget it, I'll take it to him."
"Princess, Princess!" She had just stood up and hadn't even started walking when Xiaoqing's panicked voice rang out behind her, "You've only been sitting for a while, are you leaving now?"
He has a small face and a pointed chin, and is a beautiful girl from a small family. His fox eyes are glued to He Jiuyue's face, drawing out lingering and sad threads.
It’s a pity that this tenderness couldn’t move He Jiuyue.
She said calmly, "Yes, something happened."
"What's the matter? Is it about Brother Zheliu again?" Xiao Qing was so angry that she blurted out, "He just caught a cold wind overnight. What I have is the strange poison of Xiyue! I know that the princess has feelings for him, and I also know that I can't compare to him, but..."
He Jiuyue really stopped.
"You also know that he was caught in a cold night?"
It was clear that she did not send anyone to Xiaoqing's house to get charcoal last night. Who told Xiaoqing that "Wenzheliu was weak and needed charcoal"?
Xiaoqing choked: "I guessed."
He Jiyue pressed on: "Since you guessed early on that he was not feeling well and needed charcoal, why did you take double the charcoal after he entered the mansion?"
Xiao Qing hunched her shoulders, pouted, and began to cry: "He is not feeling well and is afraid of the cold, but I am afraid of the cold too. The charcoal fire doesn't have the three words 'Wen Zhe Liu' carved on it. If he can use it, why can't I?"
He Jiuyue could see that Xiaoqing's "heartfelt words" were a means to win favor, but Xiaoqing was vying for favor, so why did she snatch the life-saving charcoal from Wen Zheliu in winter?
"You have to burn double the charcoal to feel warm. Why don't you stand in the brazier and warm yourself?"
She has a naturally intimidating personality, and when she gets angry, it's like the mountains are shaking and the earth is trembling. Moreover, she is an out-and-out doer, and she not only talks but also calls Chen Jin.
"Chen Jin, bring the brazier."
The charcoal fire crackled, sparks flew, and Xiaoqing leaned in close, his exposed skin burning intensely. His shoulders trembled, and he kowtowed repeatedly: "Princess, I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again. Please let me go!"
He Jiuyue's face was hidden in the shadow of the door, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry.
"What did you do wrong?"
"I was wrong to be jealous of Wen Zheliu. I won't do it again! Never again!"
He Jiuyue turned around and was about to leave, but frowned again.
She had angered Wen Zheliu, so she carried the charcoal back like that, fearing that Wen Zheliu's sharp claws, full of resentment, would scratch her face.
It’s a pity that although she is both talented in literature and martial arts, she can’t guess the mind of a little man, let alone the delicate Wen Zheliu.
This Xiaoqing might be useful.
He Jiuyue turned around and sat back on the wooden chair.
"I have something to ask you."
Xiaoqing's shoulders began to tremble again: "You can say whatever you want!"
He Jiyue opened her legs, intertwined her fingers, rested her elbows on her knees, and leaned forward slightly: "What do you men usually like?"
Xiao Qing was stunned, her face showing shyness: "My princess, what is it that you want to buy for me? But my status is humble, I am afraid I am not worthy of it. I just made a mistake, and I didn't expect the princess to be so magnanimous. I..."
"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me what you like."
"I do not ask for gold, silver, or jewels, I only ask for your mercy, my lady."
All he said was the same old repetitive phrase: "Princess, please look at me, stay with me, and love me."
He Jiuyue ran out of patience and raised his hand to call for a stop.
"Wu Yang, keep an eye on him and report anything."
"...Yes." Wu Yang was helpless. If she stayed in the Princess's Mansion any longer, she would become the palace doctor.
The princess's power was so overwhelming that even His Majesty had to yield to her. How could she dare to disobey? It only made her husband suffer.
Light snow was floating in the night sky, and the lanterns hanging on the wall were emitting warm light. He Jiuyue walked all the way to the door of the side hall and was about to reach out to push it open, but then she realized something was wrong.
Why is it so quiet in there?
Is Wen Zheliu no longer a tantrum? Or has his temper reached its peak, and he's simply huddled down at the end of the bed, refusing to move?
An ominous sign suddenly appeared, and He Jiuyue's heart began to beat wildly.
"Wen Zheliu?"
She kicked the door open while calling Wen Zheliu.
What caught my eye was not a cold and stubborn back, but a person lying in front of a bronze mirror.
His breath was caught and He Jiuyue rushed forward.
"Call Wu Yang over!"
Wen Zheliu's hands were very cold, colder than the hilt of a sword in the snow. He Jiuyue's palms were as warm as a stove, but he could not warm up the two pieces of ice.
The ground was covered with blood, some of which were frozen.
Even though He Jiuyue was a veteran, his heart trembled when he saw it.
She used trembling hands to smell Zheliu's breath.
Fortunately, I still have breath.
“Wu Huan…?”
Wen Zheliu was half asleep and half awake, vaguely falling into a warm embrace. He forced himself to open his eyes and saw that it was He Jiuyue.
Is he probably dreaming?
When I woke up from the dream, the bright moon disappeared.
"I'm here!" He Jiuyue was about to continue speaking, but her lips were weakly covered by Wen Zheliu's pale fingertips.
His eyes were full of tears, and he spoke a sentence three or four times before he finished it.
"He Wuhuan, don't say anything. I know you are dreaming about her, but I really miss her so much. Don't wake me up. Just stay with me for a while."
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