Chapter 14: She wanted to lock him up and only allow her to peek at him...
He Jiuyue was stunned.
She didn't like to force people, and she knew that Wen Zheliu was not refusing to eat on purpose, he was really nauseous. However, in his current condition, it would be too dangerous if he didn't eat.
She couldn't bear to watch him starve to death.
"I was supposed to go out to buy clothes today. If you don't eat something, you can't even cross the threshold of the side hall. I'm afraid the shopping will be delayed."
Thinking of his missing elder brother Wen Liuqing, Wen Zheliu gritted his teeth, held onto the edge of the bed, and slowly sat up.
He rolled his eyes and spoke softly to He Jiuyue, "But even if I recover, what does it matter? Even if the princess wants to lock me up, I still can't go out."
He Jiuyue was waiting for him to say this.
"After you finish this bowl of porridge, I will release you from your restraint."
Knowing that He Jiuyue was a man of his word and had promised to let him go after he finished eating the porridge, he would not break the promise. Wen Zheliu made up his mind, closed his eyes, pinched the handle of the spoon with his thumb and index finger, and swallowed a mouthful with a bitter face.
Although Jianwen Zheliu was chewing slowly, he was eating anyway, and He Jiuyue's heart gradually settled down.
Finally succeeded in coaxing her.
The meat smell is strong, even when mixed in the porridge, the fishy smell is suppressed by the ginger, and Wen Zheliu has been spoiled and has a picky taste, so she is naturally sensitive to food.
I kept having acid reflux in my mouth, and the food I swallowed didn't go down the esophagus, but instead swirled around in my throat.
He couldn't help coughing.
It would have been fine if he hadn't coughed, but once he did, his stomach gas came up and the porridge in his throat almost came up.
Feeling aggrieved, Wen Zheliu suddenly put the porcelain bowl on the table, making a crisp "thump" sound.
"No more."
"...throwing a tantrum again?"
Having seen Wen Zheliu stop cooking too many times, He Jiuyue was not surprised. She took a quick glance and finished less than half of the porridge, then scooped up a small half spoonful.
"There's still most of it left. Be good and eat some more."
The fishy smell was too strong. Wen Zheliu pinched his nose tightly and hiccuped with a pale face.
"Hmm!" The veins on the back of his thin white hands bulged.
After finally getting over the nausea, he waved his hands weakly and refused to go in again no matter what.
"If you eat any more, you'll throw up."
Seeing He Jiuyue frowning and putting the spoon back into the porcelain bowl, Wen Zheliu realized that He Jiuyue was no longer the person he could act coquettishly with, but the master who directly decided his life and death. He squeezed out two lines of tears.
"My dear wife, I did not disobey your order intentionally. I just couldn't eat any more. Please forgive me this time."
He was crying and sobbing, like a water lotus swaying in the wind, gently shaking off the dewdrops on the petals and complaining in a low voice.
Just as the tears were about to overflow from her eyes, He Jiuyue reached out to wipe them away.
"Okay, if you don't want to eat, then don't eat."
Wen Zheliu was carefully looking at her face through his tearful eyes, but before he could get the expected pressure, his fingers that were nervously rubbing the handkerchief stopped.
Why is Wu Huan so gentle? Is he dreaming?
He was clearly prepared to be slapped, but she actually gave him a sweet date.
Tears kept falling like wild horses.
He just looked at He Jiuyue like this, crying silently. Soon, He Jiuyue's entire palm was wet.
Originally, she thought Wen Zheliu was crying because he was unwell and had been wronged, and she wanted to indulge him in venting his emotions. But when she heard him sniffling as if he was about to die, she was startled.
"I won't force you, stop crying."
People often say that you can't get fat with just one bite. His gastrointestinal motility is insufficient, so he always feels full after eating a little. Even if he forces himself to drink, he can't keep it down. Even rabbits bite when they're desperate, and the smell of willows breaking...
She has thick skin and tough flesh, and he would probably feel pain in his teeth if he bit her.
He Jiuyue rarely coaxes people. She repeated "don't cry" over and over again until she was completely at a loss for words.
It’s not that I’m impatient, it’s just that… I’m helpless.
The usually invincible Sima bowed his head to the red-eyed beauty in his arms, but the beauty did not appreciate it.
It's really a technical skill to coax people.
Experiencing for the first time what it meant to "hold something in your hand for fear of it dropping, and hold it in your mouth for fear of it melting", He Jiuyue made a secret decision.
Guan Ze looks ruthless, but in fact, the women in the courtyard are all beautiful and harmonious. She is good at coaxing men, and I will have to ask her for advice someday.
Wen Zheliu cried for a while, letting out all the anger in her heart, and then stopped.
But he was weak and always felt uncomfortable when his emotions fluctuated. As soon as he wiped away his tears, his stomach would start to ache.
He Jiuyue noticed that Wen Zheliu's hand went towards his stomach, and his face turned pale.
"Abdominal pain?" He usually rubs his abdomen after eating.
"Um."
Wen Zheliu leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and placed his hands on his abdomen, drawing circles without much force.
Suddenly, the cold back of my hand was covered with warmth.
When he opened his eyes, He Jiuyue's palm was moving in line with his fingertips.
"No, there's no need to trouble you, my lady!"
Wen Zheliu was shocked. His abdomen was sensitive, so in the past he could only accept massage from Wu Yang, who had excellent techniques. However, he was unwilling to have contact with outsiders, and as he had been ill for a long time, he became an expert doctor, so most of the time he relied on himself.
Besides, this job is tiring. Wuhuan watched him all night last night, and he can't cause more trouble now.
He Jiuyue didn't expect that Wen Zheliu would resist so violently before she even touched his belly.
"It's not that I mean to hurt your stomach, but how long are you going to keep embroidering like this? When can you leave the house?"
When Wen Zheliu was not feeling well, she couldn't help but have wild thoughts. Hearing her rapid-fire questions, her heart ached again.
"My lady, are you tired of me?"
"...Not really." He Jiuyue vaguely realized that the more she said, the more mistakes she would make. She instinctively took a half step back. "It's just that if I rub you slowly, you'll feel even more uncomfortable."
Wen Zheliu told the truth.
"No, I'm used to it. It will be fine in a while."
He Jiuyue touched the tip of his nose.
"Well, I'll wait for you outside and leave in two minutes."
Two quarters of an hour was not a long time. He Jiuyue had practiced martial arts for many years, so he could stand for a quarter of an hour with a bucket of water in his hands. But at this moment, he felt inexplicably irritated.
It was strange. She was so worried after not seeing him for just a short while. What about the future...
"Princess."
The clear sound like a mountain spring interrupted her melancholy.
Wen Zheliu was standing at the door of the side hall, her white fingertips pressed against the door, her shoulders wrapped in the thick robe that she only used outside the pass.
On weekdays, she would wear fox fur, ride on iron horses, and look majestic. When she heard the sound of willow branches being cut, she looked like a cat that had found the protection of its owner, beautiful and precious.
"When you go out, you must call me your wife, your master, and you don't have to call yourself 'slave'."
After helping Wen Zheliu straighten his obviously loose robe, He Jiuyue subconsciously wanted to hold his hand, but when it was halfway up, she pulled it back.
"……Walk."
Wen Zheliu held the letter hidden in his sleeve tightly and followed slowly.
It would be good if I could leave the house. I just need to find a chance to send the letter. If my brother is still alive, I might be able to contact him.
Today is not a holiday, but it is just an ordinary day in the year and the streets are still crowded.
The small vendor looked at the customers carefully and saw that the clothes on He Jiuyue and Wen Zheliu were made of very expensive materials, so he started to shout out to them busily.
"Dear guest, please buy some cosmetics for your young master! Your young master is naturally beautiful, and with our cosmetics, he will be even more charming!"
He Jiuyue and Wen Zheliu have been childhood sweethearts for decades, and she has never seen what he looks like after putting on makeup.
"You want it?" she asked.
"No need," he replied.
Wen Zheliu was born beautiful, but was sensitive to the smell of cosmetics and did not like heavy makeup.
He Jiuyue bought it anyway.
"Maybe it will come in handy someday, so it's better to be prepared."
Hearing the willows being cut, he smiled faintly.
"That's right. I'm not the only man in my wife's house. I don't like to use him, but Xiaoqing always does."
He had expected that He Jiuyue was a noble man and would have no shortage of beautiful women to accompany him. The vendor glanced at Wen Zheliu, who was obviously jealous, and did not dare to say a word.
"Don't be jealous." He Jiuyue waved her hand and asked the vendor to put the bill on the Princess's Mansion. She threw the packaged cosmetics to Chen Jin who was waiting behind her, "I bought it just for you."
Wen Zheliu was startled.
He didn't know how expensive food and firewood were before he was in charge of the household. Now all the expenses depended on He Jiuyue. After thinking about it, he still felt it was not worth it. He moved closer to He Jiuyue and whispered in her ear.
"I don't love it, so why waste this money?"
What came before the anger was a faint cold fragrance.
"No problem, I love buying it for you."
After confirming that the rouge was bought for him by He Jiuyue and only for him, Wen Zheliu raised the corner of his mouth.
"In that case, I respectfully obey your command. Thank you, my wife."
He had bright eyes and white teeth, and even with a cold face, pout and a bad temper, he was still sympathetic. His sincere thanks were like a sharp sword that hit the heartstrings.
He Jiuyue suddenly turned her head away, secretly cursing herself for being blinded by lust.
But the sound of willow branches still makes me excited.
"Wife, why don't you look at me?"
Wen Zheliu was also puzzled about He Jiuyue, who was rumored to be "lingering among flowers". Why did her face turn red to her neck when he smiled?
"Wife?" He blew into her ear.
"Wen, Gui, Yun."
He Jiuyue gritted her teeth.
His eyes were clear and there was no fear at all. Wasn't he doing it knowingly?
Just now he didn't let her touch his belly, saying it was itchy, but she touched it anyway!
"Oh, I won't dare to do it again. My dear wife, please forgive me!"
Wen Zheliu was busy dodging He Jiuyue's hand that was stretching out to tickle him, and accidentally tripped over his slightly long robe.
"Be careful."
He Jiuyue held him up.
At such close range, the two looked at each other, and Wen Zheliu blushed.
"Thank you very much."
He wanted to break free from He Jiuyue, but she held his fingertips instead.
"Just hold your hand like this, otherwise if you fall, I won't be able to help you in time."
"……good."
Wen Zheliu held her fingers tightly, carefully absorbing the warmth in the cold winter.
In a trance, it was like going out shopping three years ago.
"I heard there's another gang of bandits in the southeast!"
"Shh! Don't talk about state affairs! Have you forgotten how that man was thrown into jail last time?"
He Jiuyue just took Wen Zheliu for a walk on the street, found a teahouse to rest, and heard the people drinking and chatting.
The southeastern border is indeed unstable, but this news is only limited to the court. Why did it spread to the people?
"Princess."
Wen Zheliu tugged at her sleeve and tilted his head to ask, "What happened in the southeastern border?"
"I told you to call me wife." He Jiuyue bent her finger and flicked his forehead. "The clothing store is in front. Choose your clothes carefully and don't ask about the past."
Wen Zheliu fell silent.
He didn't want to find out the news, he was just curious.
The owner of the clothing store saw and heard the clothes being picked out and took the initiative to recommend them.
"You are so beautiful, why not try the new peach pink color we have in the store?"
Wen Zheliu heard this and took the pink dress to the fitting room.
He quickly opened the curtain and came out.
"County...wife, how is it?"
He grabbed the hem of his clothes and turned around in front of her. The hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind, like a newly blooming flower. Wen Zheliu's pale face rarely showed a faint smile, and he was more beautiful than the flowers.
How is it? Pretty good.
She looked at him and wanted to lock him up, chain him up, so that no one else could see him and only she could peek at his beauty.
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