Chapter 22: Nonsense (10,000 words more to come~) “Then don’t say I’m bullying…
Moonlight poured into the carriage through the window. Most of Wen Zheliu's body was hidden in the shadows, making him look mysterious like a veil.
Only a red spot remains between the eyebrows.
"No joy, no joy..."
He murmured incoherently, his voice softer than the spring breeze, several words were already hidden in his throat, but He Jiuyue inexplicably heard that Wen Zheliu was calling his name.
"After a few drinks, you dare to call me by my name?"
"Why not?"
Wen Zheliu put his arms around her neck, rocked her from time to time, and blew air into her ears.
"Wu Huan is so overbearing that you won't let me call you that, but I also won't stop you from calling me by my given name."
He drank too much and his speech became a little loud, but it added a touch of tenderness to his tone.
“…That’s true.”
It was obvious that Wen Zheliu did not use much strength, and did not even shake the carriage at all, but He Jiuyue's heart was like a lake full of water, swaying with him.
"Love me, Wuhuan."
He Jiuyue's heart beat faster as she was caught off guard by his charming and charming behavior after getting drunk.
It's rare to hear such enthusiasm when hearing about willows.
Is he like this when he is drunk, or is he so well behaved because he has taken drugs?
If he behaved like this every day and tried to seduce her...
He Jiuyue swallowed his saliva.
It's a pity that he is a rebellious person and always treats her coldly.
If an ordinary person dared to quarrel with He Jiuyue, he would have been thrown out hundreds of miles away. But Wen Zheliu was a little bit capricious, and she doted on him.
It is the water transformed from the snow on the mountains that is so cold.
"How could I not love you? It's just that this kind of thing needs to be done in a proper setting. It's not appropriate outside with so many people watching. Let's talk about it back home."
"No," Wen Zheliu had never taken the initiative in such matters. He suddenly raised his hips and took the initiative to kiss He Jiuyue, but no matter how he kissed, it felt awkward. He lost his strength and gnashed his teeth lazily on her collarbone, "I want it now."
With a mixture of worldly thoughts and restraint, He Jiuyue repeatedly recited "Form is emptiness" to himself.
"Here's a carriage, and Chen Jin is driving outside. Aren't you afraid of people? Before, Chen Jin was just standing outside to keep watch, and you kept making excuses. Why are you willing to do it now?"
"I'm afraid, but I can't hide my desire to be with you."
Wen Zheliu's slightly cool lips rubbed against her jaw: "But I really want it, Wuhuan, please."
He Jiuyue sighed silently.
She knew he was being coquettish on purpose, but she had no choice but to fall for it.
When she was young, her favorite was the shortbread that was made once every three days in the imperial kitchen. Whenever she heard about the willows, she would use this trick to trick the first bite of the shortbread.
Not only did he eat it, but he also wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth and grinned at He Jiuyue.
"I didn't eat yours on purpose. I just tried it for you to see if it was sweet. If someone else had asked me to taste it, I wouldn't be happy!"
He Jiuyue used to foolishly think it made sense.
Until she found out that Wen Zheliu also cheated other young ladies and gentlemen for food in this way, but he always failed. Only with her did he succeed. From then on, he only targeted her and got a deep understanding.
This guy is just greedy!
So what about him now? □□Fen Shen, is he just going to find someone at random, regardless of whether it's her, He Jiyue?
"Wen Zheliu, look carefully, who am I?"
He Jiuyue reached out and grabbed Wen Zheliu's arm, forcing him to raise his head from her arms.
"You?" Wen Zheliu tilted his head to look at her, his tone firm, "Aren't you Wuhuan?"
"It's so dark here, how can you be sure that I am Wuhuan?"
"...Hmm? Aren't you?"
Wen Zheliu's mind was not very clear due to excessive drinking, and when He Jiuyue asked him back, he really became suspicious.
He Jiuyue was about to light a lamp so that he could see clearly, but she found his self-doubt amusing.
"Guess, am I, or am I not?"
"You—you're not!"
Wen Zheliu rolled off He Jiuyue, lost his balance, and fell flat on his butt.
He climbed up by holding onto the chair and said righteously, "Wuhuan is a very good person. He wouldn't play such a joke on me."
"Yes, I am not your Wuhuan."
It was rare to see Zhe Liu unconscious, so He Jiuyue felt a sense of evil.
"But whether I am or not, it makes no difference to you. In your current state, can you hold on until the next woman takes pity on you? Even if I am not, you will have no choice but to commit yourself to me."
"No, no!"
Wen Zheliu stepped back repeatedly and his back hit the car wall with a "bang".
"Why?" He Jiuyue narrowed her eyes. "I'm not He Wuhuan, so what does it have to do with me?"
Wen Zheliu held his collar tightly.
"Of course it's relevant! I belong to He Jiyue, I can't let you touch me."
The night wind suddenly rose, the curtains of the car fluttered, and the cold moonlight hit the corners of He Jiuyue's raised mouth.
She stood up and pressed forward.
"If I insist on forcing you to do something, what will you do?"
"Then, you're in big trouble!"
Wen Zheliu's breathing was rapid, but he still pretended to be calm.
"The last person who touched me had one of their arms broken by Wu Huan. If you want to keep her company, you can try!"
He Jiuyue said nothing and bit his lips.
Did he realize now that he was just bullying others? It was a pity that he ran into the real boss.
"Save... Chen Jin!" Wen Zheliu struggled to break free from her attack, frantically crawling out, and shouted loudly, "Chen Jin, save me!"
"Why don't you call your good friend Wuhuan to rescue you?"
He Jiuyue was not annoyed when Wen Zheliu pushed her away, but just remained calm.
"Without Wuhuan's order, Chen Jin won't move."
As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Jin swung open the carriage curtain and said, "Princess, I'm sorry! May I ask what happened to Master Wen?"
The smile on He Jiuyue's lips froze.
"Chen Jin, save me!"
Without waiting for He Jiuyue to answer, Wen Zheliu opened his arms and was about to throw himself into the arms of Chen Jin, who didn't understand the situation, but was grabbed by He Jiuyue by the back of his collar.
"He's fine. He was just drunk and confused. He didn't even recognize me."
"Wen Guiyun," He Jiuyue lit the lamp, "Take a good look at me, who am I?"
"Hmm," Wen Zheliu was drunk, but his eyes were intact. He blinked and frowned, "Who... are you? Why do you look exactly like Wuhuan?"
He Jiuyue waved her hand, signaling Chen Jin, who was in a dilemma, to leave.
"Is there a possibility that I am He Wuhuan?"
She stared at Wen Zheliu, her eyes never moving, determined to notice the slightest change in his expression.
"No," Wen Zheliu shook his head, "Wuhuan wouldn't lie to me."
"Wu Huan won't go beyond your expectations, kiss you, hug you."
He Jiuyue suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled him into her arms.
“Dull, honest, and rule-abiding, this is just the He Wuhuan in your memory. Now, she has become the person I will bully you this time.
"But you haven't explained clearly yet. What difference does it make to you whether I am He Wuhuan or not?"
"I haven't figured out whether you are Wuhuan or not, so why should I answer your question?"
As Wen Zheliu spoke, he grabbed He Jiuyue's earlobe.
"I remember that Wuhuan has a mole here. Turn around and let me see it. If you see it, I will admit that you are Wuhuan."
"Wen Zheliu, ah Wen Zheliu," He Jiuyue grabbed the hand he offered to her, "What makes you think you have the right to negotiate with me? If I... why did you take out the dagger?!"
A cold light flashed, and He Jiuyue's eyes met the dagger in front of his pale neck.
Oops, I forgot he still has one hand that can move!
But the night he entered the mansion, he clearly revealed everything in front of her. There was no dagger in the side hall, but a set of her armor was placed there to reassure him.
Where did the dagger in his hand come from?
"Didn't you just ask whether you are Wuhuan or not? Doesn't it make any difference?"
Wen Zheliu's hand holding the knife was shaking, and his snow-white skin was immediately covered with several glaring red blood marks.
"It's a huge difference. I can only belong to Wuhuan. If you really want to defile me, I can't face her anymore and will commit suicide to apologize."
"Put the knife down first."
Unexpectedly, Wen Zheliu acted so chastely and bravely, even threatening to kill herself. He Jiyue was so frightened that she dared not joke anymore. She carefully raised the lamp and shone it on her face: "Look carefully, I really am He Wuhuan."
"Absolutely genuine." Her usually calm voice trembled, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
After confirming that He Jiuyue had a small mole behind her ear and listening to her earnest advice, "Chen Jin only follows He Wuhuan. When she came in just now, I personally ordered her to leave. Princess He Yuyao has passed away. The only one who can order Chen Jin around is me, He Jiuyue," Wen Zheliu threw away the dagger.
He changed his previous fierce attitude of preferring death to disgrace and threw himself into He Jiuyue's arms like a tired bird returning to the forest.
"Wuhuan, why did you lie to me?" Wen Zheliu hugged her neck tightly, entwining like a hunting python, and meowing like a cat. He breathed softly, "You know, I only want to be yours, and I will only be yours."
He Jiuyue's heart was like a wound-up spring, throbbing with pain.
How to comfort someone after they have been tricked into crying?
"Don't cry, it's my fault." She said stiffly.
Before she could review her mistakes word by word and point by point like a soldier in the army doing to his superiors, and tell them how she would correct them in the future, Wen Zheliu began to sob again.
"Why don't you let me cry?" He pulled He Jiuyue's collar and wiped his tears in anger. "You are so, so wicked."
Wen Zheliu cried and cried, and decided to settle the score with her later.
"You scared me just now and I fell on the wooden board. It hurts so much!"
He Jiuyue never expected that Wen Zheliu's true colors would be revealed after he got drunk, and he would completely return to his previous personality of being aloof in front of others but clingy behind their backs. Indescribable joy surged in He Jiuyue's heart.
Finally, it was the Wen Zheliu that she was familiar with.
Not caring about the collar that was deliberately stained, He Jiuyue pinched Wen Zheliu's slightly bulging cheek.
Her fingertips brushed across Wen Zheliu's earlobe, went all the way down his spine, and she pressed the skin where he hummed the most, gently rubbing it like playing a musical instrument.
"It hurts here. I'm wrong. I'll rub it for you. Please don't be angry with me, okay?"
"No." Wen Zheliu took advantage and acted cute, "I'm still very angry with you!"
She was extremely grateful that he was willing to take the time to talk to her when he was being petty. He Jiuyue put her nose against his neck, took a deep breath of the fragrance, and slowly exhaled.
"Guiyun, you are really drunk."
"Yes, I'm drunk, so what?"
Hearing that He Jiuyue just laughed silently at first, and then laughed louder and louder, Wen Zheliu became angry and punched her in the heart.
His movements were quite intimidating, but unfortunately his hands and feet were weak, so instead of serving as a warning, they added a sense of lingering desire and reluctance.
"Wu Huan is so domineering, why don't you let me get drunk?"
In the dim candlelight, he held his head high, like a spoiled cat, biting his owner lightly.
He Jiuyue chuckled softly, with an indulgent and doting look.
"Guiyun, thank goodness you got drunk in front of me. If it were someone else, they really wouldn't be able to control themselves."
Wen Zheliu didn't consider this an honor. Instead, he raised his cheeks and fired back a barrage of questions, "Then why were you able to control yourself? Am I not beautiful enough?"
He pounced on her like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
The space inside the carriage was relatively small compared to the couch. He Jiuyue was afraid that he would bump into something again, so she protected his head with one hand and his waist with the other. When he was not careful, he was pressed down by the singing of the emancipated serfs.
"...The Imperial Palace and the Princess's Mansion are only a few miles apart. Can't you wait until you get off the carriage?"
Being in a lower position, He Jiuyue was not annoyed.
Just like a female eagle overlooking the grassland and leaping about, a rabbit peeking out of its rabbit hole provocatively has absolute control and is not in a hurry to fight for temporary benefits.
"No." Wen Zheliu said as he undressed.
The familiar cold fragrance, accompanied by Wen Zheliu's soft body, came towards her. He Jiuyue's back leaned against the cushion, making a muffled "dong" sound, and she had nowhere to retreat.
"You don't dare to come, are you afraid of me?"
Wen Zheliu's round eyes were frighteningly bright.
Knowing that it was a provocation, He Jiuyue still fell into the trap and plunged into the game.
What a joke! He Jiyue had fought on the battlefield and was invincible. How could she retreat in the face of such a provocation? What was she afraid of just hearing about the breaking of a willow branch?
"Then don't say I'm bullying you, this is what you asked for."
In an instant, the offense and defense switched, and Wen Zheliu felt dizzy. The next moment, he experienced what it meant to be a top hunter's ruthless plundering.
Chen Jin was driving the horse when he suddenly felt the carriage shaking.
How strange! The roads in the capital are smooth, and even in the poorly connected Western Regions, carriages never rocked like this. Could it be...
She turned back cautiously and saw the gray flesh through the gap in the curtain.
The Bi Bo Lake is full of waves.
Why is the princess, who has always been calm and composed, so impatient?
That was really thanks to Wen Zheliu.
The lewd music was endless and even seemed to be getting more intense. After all, Chen Jin was only a grown-up girl. How could she resist the surging waves of charm from Wen Zheliu?
His blood immediately boiled, and he turned his face away, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.
Guan Dali Temple Minister was right, she was not young anymore and it was time for her to find a husband.
"Well, be gentle."
His body felt like it was on fire. Master Wen Zheliu got angry and impatiently moved away the sticky cushion, grabbing He Jiuyue's thin arm and giving him an order.
He Jiuyue was in high spirits and rarely said a word of refusal.
"No." She opened her thin lips slightly and uttered only two ruthless words. She knew very well that there was no interjection to coax him, and it was clear that there was no room for negotiation.
"Then, I, no, don't want it."
His voice was trembling, and the five words he uttered couldn't even form a sentence.
After Wen Zheliu finished speaking, he turned around and ran away. He barely crawled to the corner of the carriage, but He Jiuyue grabbed Porcelain White's ankle and dragged him back slowly and firmly with his irresistible strength.
"Why not?"
He Jiuyue left another fine mark.
Her movements were fierce, but her voice was as leisurely as brewing tea and playing chess: "You asked me to bully you."
Another burst of heart-piercing pain.
But more than just pain, there was also the soreness and numbness of ants biting.
Wen Zheliu was in a trance, and for a moment he felt that his soul had left his body, wandering in the sky, ethereal and untouched by dust. After a moment, he fell into the underworld and was eaten by ghosts from the underworld. He cried out to the sky and the earth, but no one answered him.
"Wuhuan, He Wuhuan! He Jiuyue!" He shouted her name over and over again like a madman.
I thought this would make her calm down, but it turned out to be like pouring oil on a flaming pot, making the fire grow bigger.
"Call my name."
He heard that the army was defeated by the broken willows, but He Jiyue was still at ease.
"I like to listen to it."
Her breathing was steady, not like flirting on the bed, but like a military commander giving orders to his subordinates.
"Hao Wuhuan, I was wrong, I will never offend you again!" Wen Zheliu really couldn't escape, her heart was half dead, she cried like a pear blossom in the rain, and tried to influence He Jiuyue, but she was still gentle and kind, moistening things silently.
She cried until her voice became hoarse, and Wen Zheliu realized how restrained she had been when he had a high fever before.
As soon as he showed weakness and cried and said he felt uncomfortable, she really stopped. He thought she was just incapable of doing it, but who knew that this was her true strength.
He Jiuyue took charge of the overall situation and treated everyone equally. His hand accidentally touched Wen Zheliu's lower abdomen, and his stomach immediately churned.
“Wait…ah!”
He Jiuyue doesn't wait.
As soon as he opened his mouth, she blocked his words with force.
"Wen Zheliu, you really have forgotten the pain now that the wound has healed. I let you go last time because I thought you were a new husband and not yet experienced in bed.
"This time it's different. Even if you become a deserter and run to the ends of the earth, I will catch you back and continue.
"Before you provoked me, you should have known that I would not give up until I was satisfied."
"He Jiyue," Wen Zheliu was in severe abdominal pain. Tears welled up in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to listen to her wild nature, and hummed hoarsely, "My stomach hurts."
How could that be? Did she hit him in the stomach?
Driven by inertia, He Jiuyue was stunned for a moment before stopping.
She reached out to cover his abdomen, but Wen Zheliu shook her hand away with a hiss.
"Itchy, painful."
He curled up in a ball, his face pale. "No, it's nothing serious. Just give me some time."
After just a moment, she realized something was wrong.
A few days ago, Wenzheliu ate less and his stomach felt empty.
He had just drunk a few glasses of wine, and his body was hot, but his stomach was cold and bloated, as if it was covered with a shield.
Most likely it's due to indigestion.
"You can't handle just this little bit of wine. You're really precious."
He Jiuyue said words of disgust, but there was no disgust on her face. She even ignored Wen Zheliu's scratching and put her hand back on his cold, swollen abdomen.
"No, it's itchy!"
Wen Zheliu was not used to other people touching his abdomen, but He Jiuyue's hands were really warm, better than a hot water bottle that had just been filled with hot water. Moreover, the shape of a hot water bottle was fixed and would not change according to needs, but He Jiuyue's hands had a certain degree of subjective initiative and took good care of his delicate stomach.
He tried to struggle, but still fell.
After the belching, the bloating in his abdomen eased a little. Wen Zheliu regained some strength and hummed softly in response to He Jiuyue's previous words.
"I'm delicate, so what? If you have the guts, kick me."
I have never seen such an arrogant criminal slave. He didn't cherish the service of his master and even spoke harshly without restraint. He Jiyue sighed and said, "Wen Zheliu, I really spoiled you."
"Why do you say that?" Wen Zheliu leaned into her arms, "I'm not bad, I'm fine, you're the one who's cheap, you're the bad one."
He had a beautiful woman in his arms, but he could only admire her and not play with her. He Jiuyue was already in high spirits, and it was hard for him to endure, so he deliberately increased the pressure.
"If you are not punished, you will not realize how bad you are."
"He Jiyue!"
Just as she recovered from the overwhelming turmoil, she pressed it, and it rekindled. Wen Zheliu's scalp tingled: "I want to vomit..."
Before he could finish, wine was already pouring out of his mouth and nose.
Fortunately, He Jiuyue had anticipated this and grabbed his collar, turning him to face the spittoon.
The yellow soup swirled in his stomach, carrying gastric juice with it, gushing out and splashing into the spittoon. Wen Zheliu was unable to use his hands and feet, and it was all thanks to He Jiuyue who supported him from behind, so that he did not fall into the spittoon.
A sour and pedantic atmosphere gradually arises, covering up traces of ambiguity.
He Jiuyue watched Wen Zheliu drink cup after cup, knowing that there was definitely more than just this little bit of wine in his stomach.
"vomit."
Her words were concise, like an order.
Wen Zheliu coughed a few times, varying in depth, and a muffled sound came from his throat, and then he vomited with a "wow".
It's all wine mixed with gastric juice.
His stomach and abdomen were cramping violently, causing him to feel twisted and painful. Wen Zheliu broke out in a cold sweat. He pinched his stomach with all his strength and folded his body to try to relieve the pain, but it was of no avail.
Seeing that he was covered in cold sweat, He Jiuyue no longer had the intention to bully him. She lowered her eyes and gently patted his back.
"Have you vomited it all?"
"Um, no..."
Wen Zheliu was still nauseous and vomited intermittently for a while. After the pain in his stomach finally numbed, he was finally able to breathe. His whole body was as wet as if he had just been pulled out of the water: "It hurts..."
"It would be strange if it didn't hurt to drink so much alcohol at once."
When she touched his hand, it was as cold as snow. He Jiuyue quickly pulled his hand away and replaced it with her warm palm.
"Your stomach can't stand the cold to begin with. Pressing it with a cold hand will only make the pain worse. Be good, relax a little. Don't press on your stomach. Let me rub it for you."
He Jiuyue's hands were sore from rubbing, but they were still swollen.
She still had some patience, but Wen Zheliu's patience was completely exhausted. He grabbed her hand and pushed it inside.
Unfortunately, it still didn't work. His stomach motility was insufficient, and a mouthful of wine would always rush to his throat, then lose momentum and fall straight back, with the sour and spicy gastric juice eroding his throat.
Wen Zheliu felt extremely uncomfortable and whimpered, hitting He Jiuyue's heart again and again.
"Bear with it."
She thrust her index finger into his throat and pressed down hard.
“Hey!”
Now Wen Zheliu got what he wanted. The wine no longer remained in his body and caused trouble. It left his body like flowers scattered by a fairy. He was anxious to expel the wine and tried to fold his body, but he accidentally vomited it out.
He Jiuyue's rare gentle voice of "slow down, don't rush" lingered in his ears, and Wen Zheliu's mind became clear for a moment.
He vomited so violently, could he have vomited out the fertility medicine as well?
This won’t do!
Jianwen Zheliu had just finished vomiting, and before he could catch his breath, he used his hands to pick out the filth on the spittoon and the cushion. He Jiuyue thought he was still drunk, frowned, grabbed his wrist, and wiped his ten fingers with a handkerchief.
"It's dirty, don't touch it, you don't have to clean it up, I'll have someone collect it later."
Wen Zheliu's hand left, but his heart was not dead yet. He looked at the spittoon and the cushion for a while, but did not see the pill, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
It should be overcome.
He pressed his hand back on his aching stomach, then slowly moved it down, stopping at his deflated abdomen.
He's going to have a baby soon, he and Wuhuan...
There was a sudden pain in his forehead, and he raised his head when he heard the willow being broken.
It was He Jiuyue who knocked him.
"Why do you look so confused? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" She hugged him, "Do you want to ask Wu Yang to come and take a look at you?"
Wen Zheliu was happy for a moment, but then his head became dizzy again and he felt a faint pain, as if Wu Yang was pricking him with a needle during physical therapy.
He leaned against He Jiuyue and closed his eyes.
"Yeah, dizzy, but not nasty."
He Jiyue asked knowingly, "Who do you want then?"
Wen Zheliu lowered her eyes shyly: "I want you."
"You can't drink much. You shouldn't drink too much."
He Jiuyue felt a little guilty when she said this. After all, it was her who instigated him to drink so much.
Her conscience took over, and she pressed his temples, her movements gentle as water. "Still want to vomit? Just bear with it. You've already vomited out all the wine you drank, and you haven't eaten anything. Vomiting again will hurt your stomach."
Wen Zheliu thought He Jiyue was afraid that he would dirty her clothes.
"I can't vomit, it's just nausea."
With his hands redeeming his sins, He Jiuyue asked again in a high-sounding tone.
"It's good to know it's uncomfortable. Every failure is a learning experience. Since you know that drinking makes you uncomfortable, you shouldn't drink so much. Didn't I try to persuade you then? But you didn't listen and just kept drinking. Will you ever dare to drink so much again in the future?"
Hearing the willow being cut, he remained silent, his eyes clear and his mind was floating up and down.
How could he dare to do such an outrageous act without getting himself completely drunk?
He delusionally thought that his father's status would be enhanced by his son's, but his methods were really clumsy.
Besides, there are always happy people around him, so what if he gets drunk?
Wuhuan won't harm him.
"Pretending not to hear again?" He Jiuyue asked.
"Princess, we're here."
The one who responded to her was not Wen Zheliu, but Chen Jin. She pricked up her ears and made sure there was nothing ambiguous inside, so she dared to speak cautiously.
He Jiuyue saw Wen Zheliu close his eyes and gently shook his shoulder.
"Go back to your room and sleep, okay?"
Wen Zheliu didn't say yes or no, he just turned over and rolled into He Jiuyue's arms.
"I don't want to move."
That means letting her do whatever she wants.
This was exactly what He Jiyue wanted.
She also had no intention of letting Wen Zheliu leave alone.
Although he vomited everything, the alcohol was still in his body, and he felt dizzy, weak legs, and black eyes. If he accidentally bumped into a pillar while walking and passed out, he would be in big trouble.
The night wind blew, Wen Zheliu trembled, and kept snuggling into He Jiuyue's arms.
He Jiuyue hugged him tighter, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
It really is a cat, afraid of the cold.
"Rinse your mouth first." He Jiuyue placed Wen Zheliu on the couch and brought some clean water.
He likes cleanliness, and the sour taste left in his mouth after vomiting will definitely make him feel uncomfortable, so he has to rinse his mouth.
Wen Zheliu did as he was told in a daze, being extremely obedient.
He Jiuyue helped him rinse his mouth and whispered to Chen Jin to ask the kitchen to prepare hangover soup.
"Sleep for a while. I'll call you when the hangover soup is ready."
As soon as she put him down, Wen Zheliu started making a fuss again.
“Uncomfortable…”
He Jiuyue subconsciously touched his belly.
A brazier was lit in the house, and warm air was rising. She felt her stomach, but it was still cold.
"Another stomach upset?"
"No," Wen Zheliu gasped three times as he spoke, like Xi Shi holding her heart, "my heart feels stuffy."
Heart attack recurrence? This is serious!
He Jiuyue flew over, took out the pill from the cabinet, stuffed it into Wen Zheliu's mouth and asked him to hold it.
Even though she reacted so quickly, he still broke out in a cold sweat, and his clothes, which had not gotten dirty in the carriage just now, were now slightly wet.
It takes time for the pills to take effect. Last time, his attack was mild and the effect was quick. This time, perhaps because he had been drinking, the effect took several moments longer. Wen Zheliu's brows were furrowed for a long time, his eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes were trembling, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
I really shouldn't have let him drink so much.
He Jiuyue felt a trace of pain in her heart.
She pulled out a handkerchief she seldom used and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Be good, it won't hurt soon."
Wen Zheliu still had the strength to reply to her at first, whispering to comfort her, "I'm fine, Wuhuan, don't worry." But then his breathing became rapid and he couldn't even utter a word.
"If you feel uncomfortable, then don't say anything." He Jiyue was afraid that if he spoke, the anger that had been gathered with great difficulty would be dispersed. She couldn't help but lower her voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing something. "If you don't say anything, I don't blame you."
"Uh-huh……"
He hummed vaguely, not knowing whether he heard what she said, or whether he responded or not.
He Jiuyue was about to coax her when she heard Chen Jin's voice outside.
"Princess, the hangover soup is ready. Can I come in?"
Chen Jin was afraid that if he suddenly rushed in, he would ruin the good things happening between the princess and Mr. Wen, so he could only stand outside the door and shout while holding the steaming hangover soup.
"Enter."
The charcoal fire in the house was burning brightly. Chen Jin had been in the house for less than five breaths when a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.
Chen Jin subconsciously glanced at He Jiyue, and sure enough, her back was wet. "Princess, your clothes are soaked. You need to change clothes. Don't catch a cold."
He Jiuyue was so focused on Wen Zheliu that she was completely unaware. Only after Chen Jin reminded her did she feel a chill on her back.
"Okay, got it. I'll change it later."
Chen Jin had served her for many years and knew that she was a forgetful person. Now her eyes were full of Wen Zheliu, so he agreed to her request only as a temporary measure to stop her from nagging.
"The charcoal fire in the house is burning brightly. You should change into some thin clothes and feel better." Chen Jin couldn't help but nag a few more words. "We will set off for Jiangnan tomorrow. I'm afraid we will have to travel a long way. Please make sure to rest well tonight."
He Jiuyue didn't even raise her head: "Put the hangover soup there, get out."
Chen Jin had no choice but to shut up, put down the soup, turned around and closed the door.
He was still drunk and had just had a heart attack. He was extremely sleepy when Wen Zheliu heard this. He could only hum a soft agreement and could not even open his eyes.
"If you can't open your eyes, just close them."
He Jiuyue scooped up a spoonful of hangover soup, blew it gently a few times, and tested it to make sure it was the right temperature before bringing it to his lips.
"Open your mouth."
Wen Zheliu took a sip reluctantly, his Adam's apple rolled, as if he tasted the bitterness of the medicine. He tilted his head slightly, and his brows, which had just relaxed, frowned again.
"It's bitter and makes me want to vomit."
He said this, but he had no intention of allowing himself to vomit. He just narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at He Jiuyue's expression, waiting for her to speak, as if he could not vomit without her order.
He Jiuyue couldn't bear to see Wen Zheliu's face turn pale due to nausea, and was afraid that he would suffocate, so she pulled the spittoon not far away and placed it in front of him.
"Then spit."
Wen Zheliu coughed for a while, pounding his chest weakly with his hands, and finally, following the hiccups, he spat out thin yellow water that was not very substantial.
He Jiuyue only heard his hoarse voice, and her heart tightened. She looked carefully and found that it was mixed with blood.
She hurriedly called out to Chen Jin who was resting on the tree outside.
"Chen Jin, call Wu Yang over!"
"Why did you call me here so hastily in the middle of the night? What happened?"
Wu Yang arrived quickly. Her clothes were disheveled and her body was covered with bruises, as if she had been beaten. If it were a normal day, He Jiuyue would have the leisure to joke that "I was beaten by my husband again", but now her eyes were only filled with Wen Zheliu and she could not care about Wu Yang.
"He was drunk after a few drinks and just vomited blood. Is it serious?"
"Drinking?"
When Wu Yang heard this, her eyes widened. She looked at the residue in the spittoon and took the patient's pulse, and she was even more moved.
"Princess, how can he drink alcohol in his condition? His spleen and stomach are weak. Instead of eating something easily digestible to nourish himself, he drinks alcohol on an empty stomach. This is killing him!"
"I know he's unwell, but... even you can't cure him?"
He Jiuyue asked in a cold voice.
Wu Yang's hair stood on end. She had no doubt that He Jiuyue would say the next moment, "If he can't be cured and dies, you will be buried with him."
"This... I will do my best!"
She couldn't die like this! Her husband, her little children, her old mother and father were all still waiting for her in the mansion!
Precious medicinal herbs were boiled into soup, and bowl after bowl was poured into Wen Zheliu's mouth. He Jiuyue and Wu Yang waited anxiously for a while, but Wen Zheliu didn't digest it. They saw him frowning again and choking.
Afraid that the half-conscious Wen Zheliu might choke on the medicine, He Jiuyue gently helped him up.
She pried open his mouth, made sure he had poured out all the bitter medicine, then picked up a handkerchief and slowly wiped the dirt from the corners of his mouth.
He should have been asked to rinse his mouth, but he was unwilling to open his eyes. He must have been in great pain, so I had to give up.
"If you can't get the medicine down, think of another way."
Wu Yang was in a dilemma. She carefully tried to reason with He Jiuyue, who was obviously not listening to anything.
"Princess, it's true that the medicine can't be injected, but Master Wen just drank alcohol and has a special physique. He's not suitable for moxibustion or acupuncture..."
"Then think of another way."
He Jiyue interrupted Wu Yang coldly: "If you can't cure it, you will be buried with me."
She hugged Wen Zheliu, raised her head slightly, and her peach blossom eyes, which symbolized romanticism, were full of coldness. She was like a lonely and arrogant wolf king, trying her best to hide the panic of her lover who was about to die.
Wu Yang kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and complained bitterly.
"My Lady, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. The whole family depends on me. If I leave, what will they do?"
He Jiuyue still had that cold voice.
"It's okay. They can just go underground to accompany you."
She pronounced the words "go underground" and "accompany you" very clearly.
Knowing that He Jiuyue was a hard-core doer who would definitely do what he said, Wu Yang gritted his teeth and proposed a risky plan of trying everything possible.
"My Lady, how about I try acupuncture or acupuncture on him? But he's just had some alcohol, and there's no guarantee it won't backfire. But at this point, there's really nothing I can do. I can only do my best and leave it to fate."
He Jiuyue's heart trembled.
Another acupuncture treatment is needed, as the wound from last time has not healed yet.
Moreover, every time they inserted the needles into his body, they would do so while he was unconscious. When he woke up, his body was covered in cold sweat from the pain, which seemed like killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own.
But if there is no other way, it is better to suffer a short pain than a long one.
"Since there's no other way, why are you explaining this to me? You might as well just do it."
Every time He Jiuyue went to the battlefield, she sought wealth and honor in danger. Even when the enemy's sharp blade pierced her chest, she was never afraid. She didn't even know how to write the word "afraid".
Seeing Zheliu frowning at this moment, her heart was gripped with grief, and she finally understood what fear was.
At first, He Jiuyue's eyes were following Wu Yang's needle tip, but later she couldn't bear to look at it and turned her head away, pretending not to see it.
Unlike He Jiuyue who couldn't bear to watch, Wu Yang observed Wen Zheliu's condition while inserting the needle. With every needle she inserted, she prayed that he would not stop breathing. After all, her life, and even the lives of her whole family, depended on whether Wen Zheliu could fight for it!
"Mom, Dad..."
After dozens of needles were injected, Wen Zheliu did not faint, but instead began to mutter incoherently.
He Jiuyue's heart was in a knot again.
Does he miss his mother and father?
Or maybe, he wanted to go to the underworld and be with his mother and father?
She carefully took Wen Zheliu's hand, but it felt cold.
The charcoal fire in the house was so strong, but it couldn't warm him.
"The dead cannot be resurrected, but everyone is bound to die. If you want to accompany your mother and father, there will always be such an opportunity... Guiyun, come back to life first, and accompany them later, okay?"
Wu Yang got goosebumps when he heard this.
The princess always speaks her mind and is a role model of clean and efficient work style in the army. How could she have such a lingering and sad moment?
But since the target is Wen Zheliu, it's normal.
He Jiuyue glanced at Wu Yang, who was stunned, and wanted to kick her out, but she really didn't know how to perform acupuncture, so she had to endure the awkwardness.
"What are you waiting for? Keep going."
"well!"
Wu Yang didn't dare to look up. He only dared to look at the needle and the place where the needle was inserted. From time to time, he heard Zhe Liu murmur unconsciously, and He Jiuyue coaxed him gently.
"...Princess, it's done."
She waited for a long time and finally found a small gap in the secret conversation between the mandarin ducks.
"Or should I leave the needle in overnight?"
He Jiyue had guarded Wen Zheliu before, so she was familiar with the situation. After getting Wu Yang's nod, he waved his hand and asked her to leave.
"You...can't sleep tonight?" Wu Yang was surprised.
Even if He Jiuyue is strong and healthy, her body is not made of iron. She will go to the battle early tomorrow morning. As a general, she has to be vigilant at all times and may not have time to rest.
"Well," she was surprised, but He Jiyue, the person involved, had no expression, "I'll accompany him."
Wu Yang wanted to ask to wait, but then he listened to He Jiuyue.
"I don't trust others to guard me. You go to the side room and rest. If he needs anything, you should be there at any time."
When she heard that she also had to be on call at all times, Wu Yang no longer felt sorry for He Jiuyue. She was just guarding her lover, while she had to work overtime and might not even be able to keep her life!
"I'll take my leave."
As soon as she left, Wen Zheliu seemed to have run out of energy, and he didn't say a word. The room returned to silence.
In such a large space, the only sounds were the crackling of burning charcoal and the rustling sound of oil dripping from the oil lamp. He Jiuyue lowered her eyes to look at Wen Zheliu, whose body was covered with needles. The more she looked, the more her heart ached.
His clothes were soaked with cold sweat and his body was covered with needle holes, but she couldn't help him relieve the pain in the slightest.
What did he want her to do?
He Jiuyue reached out and tried to tidy up Wen Zheliu's sweat-soaked hair. She gently pulled off the headband that was tied high on his head, spread out her five fingers, and slowly smoothed his hair. Suddenly, she noticed a bump somewhere.
I reached out and pressed it, and it seemed like there was something there.
It feels strange yet familiar.
Strange, what's on Wen Zheliu's head?
He Jiuyue moved closer, wanting to see more clearly.
She took the oil lamp in one hand and was about to gently push aside his black hair when she heard Zheliu humming again.
"Wu Huan, why Wu Huan..."
He called her name again in his dream.
"I'm here." Although she knew clearly that Wen Zheliu was unconscious at the moment and probably had no idea what she said or did, nor would she remember it, He Jiuyue still patiently responded to every call he made.
Every time she wanted to push aside Wen Zheliu's black hair, she would listen to his call. Even if she didn't respond at all, he would reach out his hand and grope around, and only when he touched her arm would his voice become quieter.
"I...cough cough cough!"
Wen Zheliu suddenly started coughing, his entire chest was shaking, his eyelashes were quivering, as if he wanted to open his eyes but was unable to do so. He Jiuyue felt very distressed and helped him to calm down.
"Tell me slowly, don't be impatient, I'm listening."
"No……"
Wen Zheliu actually opened his eyes, but it took him a while to focus his gaze, which then trembled as it fell on He Jiuyue's cheek.
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