Chapter 18: The glimmer of evil thoughts outlines his beautiful face and slender waistline...
"No problem."
Wen Zheliu endured a burst of excruciating pain, and cold sweat soaked his back, making it sticky.
He was annoyed and wanted to throw himself into He Jiyue's arms and act like a spoiled child, but he also felt bad for waking her up in the middle of the night and bothering her again. He just shook his head at He Jiyue and said, "Sorry for disturbing you."
As the saying goes, beauty is best seen under the lamp. In the dim light, Wen Zheliu's beautiful facial features become even more handsome.
He frowned slightly, and the small red mole between his eyebrows was squeezed and glowed faintly, which made people tremble in their hearts and want to reach out and smooth it out.
After serving in the army for many years and facing enemy attacks in the middle of the night, it was normal for him to have poor sleep for more than a year. He Jiuyue was not in a bad mood when getting up, so she sat down next to him.
"We've already had an argument, and there's no point in apologizing after the fact. Why not just tell me what's wrong with you?"
Wen Zheliu turned his head and said nothing.
If it was a stomach upset, he wouldn't be unable to speak out, but this, really...
He Jiuyue rarely saw him so silent, and became more and more confused.
Isn't he always cold-faced and coquettish when in pain? Today he has become a gourd with a sawed mouth.
"My dear, where does it hurt?"
As she approached, Wen Zheliu shrank inside, facing the wall, leaving her with only his lonely back.
"It didn't hurt, it was just a nightmare."
Wen Zheliu was weak and prone to overthinking, and he always had nightmares at night. He Jiuyue just took what he said as true.
"What did you dream about?"
She put her wrist around Wen Zheliu's forehead and felt sweat on it.
"Someone's dead." Wen Zheliu made up a story.
"Who died?" He Jiuyue asked.
Wen Zheliu instinctively wanted to write "you", but then he felt that this was unlucky.
But he was so preoccupied with trying to hide the truth from He Jiuyue that he couldn't think of anyone else for a while. He pursed his lips and didn't say He Jiuyue's name.
"Someone I don't know."
He Jiuyue originally thought that he had a midnight dream about a scene of people’s heads falling to the ground. She was thinking about how to comfort Wen Zheliu from her perspective. But when she heard that the deceased had no name or surname, a heavy stone fell from her heart.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"...I'm just afraid." Wen Zheliu made small talk.
"I'm afraid this 'nightmare' is something you made up to fool me, isn't it?"
He Jiuyue moved her hand to his arm and with a force, turned him around.
"You were clearly dreaming about a gray sparrow before, and you were willing to tell me about it vividly for a long time. But now you're dreaming about such a bloody scene, and you're afraid to talk about it? Why are you sweating so much? What's wrong with you?"
"slave……"
"Don't lie, or you won't be able to sleep tonight."
He Jiuyue got out of bed and pretended to take out a weapon.
Wen Zheliu's heart tightened when he saw her rummaging through the cabinet.
Even though he cried out in pain, her strength would decrease, but she would not stop!
She was the most terrifying at that time, with only her primitive animal nature left. She had to have fun to her heart's content. He couldn't let himself go into danger just because he was embarrassed to talk about it!
"Slave said! Slave...has a toothache."
He Jiyue was surprised: "Why do I have a toothache when all of a sudden I'm fine?"
Wen Zheliu pulled the quilt over his face.
"...That candied haws is too sweet." His voice was muffled.
He Jiuyue really didn't expect that it was because she bought candied haws for Wen Zheliu that he suffered so much. She got on the bed with her boots on, determined to solve the problem for him.
"I'm going to find Wu Yang."
"No, no!" Wen Zheliuguang and He Jiuyue said their teeth hurt, and their faces turned red like burning charcoal.
Thinking of Wu Yang's nagging like that, "I told you to eat less sugar, but you didn't listen. Look, you're feeling miserable now, aren't you?", his head started to hurt. "How embarrassing."
"But it's not a good thing if you continue to feel pain like this."
He Jiyue turned around and said, "Don't be afraid to seek medical treatment when you are ill."
The pain invaded the pulp again. Wen Zheliu's words were unclear, and his words turned into a hum: "Not really, it hurts all the time, just occasionally."
He Jiuyue reached out and rubbed his face, which had turned pale with pain.
"Isn't it just a toothache? You're so embarrassed that you even refuse to see Wu Yang?"
Hearing the willow branches being broken, he nodded like pounding garlic.
"Okay, open your mouth and let me see."
Wuhuan showed it to him in person?
Wen Zheliu became even more embarrassed: "Isn't this bad?"
"It's better than mobilizing a large force and calling Wu Yang over in the middle of the night. Wen Guiyun, if you don't speak up, I'll go find Wu Yang. Three, two..."
"I'm here! Don't call Wu Yang."
Every profession has its own expertise. As an outsider, He Jiyue held a lantern to look at his teeth. She scanned his teeth with her sharp peach blossom eyes for a long time but couldn't figure out anything. She just felt that there was nothing wrong with his teeth as a whole, they were not loose and not missing.
"Is this where it hurts? There's a black hole here."
She found a bamboo stick and knocked it.
“Ouch, that hurts!”
The bamboo stick was still in his mouth. Wen Zheliu spoke unclearly, and tears suddenly welled up in the corners of his eyes.
"Does it hurt so much?" He Jiuyue quickly pulled out the bamboo stick.
"Yeah." Wen Zheliu covered his cheek, tears welling up in his eyes, "It hurts a lot."
"It hurts so much, I'm afraid I can't do it without taking medicine." He Jiuyue got off the bed and searched the medicine box, but couldn't find any suitable medicine. He shook his head helplessly.
"It's a pity that the pain-relieving plasters are for external use. You can't use them."
The toothache was sometimes weak and sometimes strong, but now it has barely subsided and Wen Zheliu feels a little more energetic.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his temples: "Why do you have so many medicines in your room?"
He Jiuyue paused as she was packing the medicine box.
"The battlefield is full of ruthless swords, and the capital may not be safe. Even I can get hurt... I have medicine on hand at home, just in case."
Wen Zheliu suddenly asked, "Does it hurt?"
His question was incoherent and He Jiuyue was completely confused.
"What hurts?"
Tears began to gather in the corners of Wen Zheliu's eyes again: "Did it hurt when you were injured?"
Who doesn’t feel pain when they are hurt?
The difference is whether you say it or not.
"It doesn't hurt." She raised her hand to wipe Wen Zheliu's tears, "Don't cry."
He Jiuyue never likes to cry out in pain.
She had no elders to love her since she was young, so she had to bear the pain alone. After a while, she got used to it.
When she grew up, everyone around her was her subordinate who depended on her to make decisions, and she felt it was even more difficult to open her wounds to them.
Crying out in pain is the privilege of the weak. She is strong and does not need to accept pity.
"But the scars on your body are still there," Wen Zheliu had seen a few of them in the moonlight that night. Now, as he stripped He Jiyue's clothes, he could be said to have solved a problem with the answer, and his movements were swift. "This scar is across your heart. Do you really not feel any pain at all?"
He Jiuyue was silent for a moment, and before she could laugh out loud because of the itchiness, she pinched Wen Zheliu's wandering hand.
"It hurt at the time, but now it's better and it doesn't hurt anymore."
He Jiuyue buttoned her shirt slowly, and patted the back of her hand, feeling the coolness of the willow branches.
"Having scars is normal. Who doesn't have a few scars if they've fought in the battlefield and come back alive? Zhe Liu, scars are a general's glory."
What "glory" is all bullshit! If this brilliance comes at the cost of suffering, then this honor is for nothing!
When he heard Zheliu, he suddenly raised his head.
"Is it because Xiyue and the Central Plains have a good relationship that you don't have to go to the battlefield, and the pain will go away?"
"Yes and no," He Jiuyue said calmly, "Bandits are rampant in the southeast, and I've volunteered to suppress them. I'm not familiar with the terrain, so it's hard to say if there will be any accidents."
His heart ached, and Wen Zheliu finally caught his breath from the sorrow, when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Isn't Wu Huan a playboy? Why would he volunteer?
"Why are you staring at me?" He Jiuyue's calloused fingertips rubbed his thin white wrist. "Why are you still crying? Did I bully you again?"
"No." Wen Zheliu choked as he opened his mouth.
He coughed a few times, his voice still hoarse: "There is something I want to ask you, but I don't know if it's the right time to ask."
"Ask whatever you want."
He Jiuyue glanced out the window and calculated the time by the stars: "Today I have an early court session. I have to arrive at the morning hour. It's already five o'clock in the morning. I can't sleep anyway. Why don't I chat with you to relieve my boredom."
Although Wen Zheliu felt awkward, he was being very tactful and was on guard against others, not He Jiuyue.
He was also an open-minded person in front of her.
"Is your tender affection for Xiaoqing real? Or is it just a pretense?"
You're actually asking this. Didn't she clarify it last time?
He Jiuyue doesn't like doing repetitive things, and she doesn't like saying the same thing over and over again, but she is inexplicably patient with Wen Zheliu, and even feels fortunate.
Fortunately he asked, otherwise how long would he have misunderstood?
"Of course it's fake. I haven't touched him." He Jiuyue dragged Wen Zheliu's plump hips, picked him up, and placed him on her lap. "If it were true, would I still come to your room to sleep?"
Wen Zheliu lay in her arms and gently drew circles on her heart with his bare hands.
"If you don't like him, why do you accept him?"
"Officialdom is all about social etiquette. The Minister of Revenue gave Xiaoqing to me in front of His Majesty. If I don't accept it, wouldn't I be slapping myself in the face?
"He was just a plaything sent by the Minister of Revenue to curry my favor. I just took it as a gift."
He Jiuyue bit his earlobe: "Not as good as you."
Her teeth were sharp. Although she had reduced her strength, Wen Zheliu still couldn't help humming a few tuneless words. Seeing that He Jiuyue was about to go further, she hurriedly stopped him.
"It's almost dawn, and Chen Jin is still waiting outside... You still have to go to court later."
The more Wen Zheliu tried to hide, the more excited He Jiuyue became.
"Why are you hiding? Anyway, I'm a princess with a flirtatious nature. It's not surprising that I prefer beauties to the throne. It's just a small court meeting. What's the harm if I don't go? At worst, I can ask Chen Jin to take a leave."
"No……"
Wen Zheliu still pushed her with a firm attitude.
He took the fertility medicine last time, and he is still unstable now. According to the date, he will have to wait until at least tomorrow to take the second dose of medicine. This child is the one he has been looking forward to for a long time, and nothing must happen at this critical juncture!
After being rejected several times in a row, even He Jiuyue, who was good-tempered, got angry and pushed him off her.
"Do you think I'm a vegetarian?"
She was just about to take advantage of him and show off her femininity when she suddenly caught Wen Zheliu's slight breath.
When I turned my head, I saw that he was crying.
...So aggrieved?
He Jiuyue is soft-hearted and cannot stand being treated harshly, especially when it comes to Wen Zheliu's tears.
The faint cold fragrance lingered around the tip of her nose, sparing no effort to erode the gentlemanly demeanor in He Jiuyue's bones and arouse her most primitive impulse.
He Jiuyue endured it again and again, and finally let him go patiently.
"What did you put on yourself? It smells so good."
Wen Zheliu was startled.
He was wondering why He Jiuyue, who was always calm and composed, couldn't control herself. After just a few words with him, the conversation went from chatting about love and romance under the quilt to something inappropriate for children.
He also remembered what his father said: the cold fragrance would linger for a long time and would be doubly tempting to those who had been tempted by it. He immediately felt awe for He Jiuyue who jumped out of the window and plunged into the snow pile with composure.
He didn't expect Leng Xiang to be so domineering, causing Wuhuan to suffer.
He Jiuyue was startled by the snow.
She lay quietly in the snow to cool down.
Strangely, she behaved like a fool whenever she was near him.
Could it be that she had been lonely for a long time and only started eating meat when she met him, and after trying it once, she became addicted to it and started to crave it within five days?
"Princess."
Wen Zheliu peeked out from behind the window. He had no martial arts training and his eyesight was limited. With the help of the faint light in the sky, he squinted his eyes and looked around for a few times before he saw He Jiuyue buried in the snow.
It's so cold, and she's hiding in the snow. Is she trying to commit suicide?
Wen Zheliu was so scared that she wanted to imitate her and climb out the window.
"Don't come out, wait for me inside."
Ice and snow can easily take away the little body temperature left. Fortunately, He Jiuyue is strong and has stayed in the Western Regions for a long time. He knows how to keep warm in the snow, so he dares to run out and lie in the snow.
How could the sick Wen Zheliu bear it?
Wen Zheliu felt cold when he reached the window. He was determined to go out to look for her, but when she tried to stop him, he propped up the window frame with one hand and waved to her with the other: "It's cold in the snow, come in quickly."
The sky and the earth were dark, leaving only a faint light falling on Wen Zheliu.
It perfectly outlines his beautiful face, his wide-open eyes, and the faintly visible waistline hidden under his robe...
Very thin.
He Jiuyue's evil thoughts arose again.
She rolled over and over in the snow.
"Call me again in a moment!"
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