Chapter 23: Blindness He arched his back like a frightened cat...
"I don't want to leave."
Wen Zheliu's words were incoherent. He Jiuyue knew every word he uttered, but when they were put together into a sentence in that order, she was completely confused.
Why was he talking about leaving again? Where was he going? And why was he leaving?
What is he hiding from her?
Just now, Wen Zheliu was coughing badly, so He Jiuyue picked him up and rubbed his back. Now his coughing had subsided, so she pulled a soft pillow to support his waist, leaned over, supported herself on the edge of the bed with her hands, and looked down at him.
"Clarify, what do you mean by that?"
"Uh, I..."
Wen Zheliu opened his thin lips slightly, as if he wanted to explain, but he only had time to hum two meaningless sounds, and then his pupils moved upward, revealing a fragile milky white.
He was so emotional that he fainted again.
His body lost its strength and he fell straight down, about to hit his head. Fortunately, He Jiuyue was quick to grab his waist.
"Chen Jin, quickly call Wu Yang over! He's fainted again!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Jin quickly moved. The charcoal fire in the side hall was still burning, but He Jiuyue did not feel warm and even broke out in a cold sweat on her back.
She hugged Wen Zheliu, who was getting colder and colder, her heart was beating fast and she couldn't calm down.
He forced himself to open his eyes and insisted on saying this to her. Could it be that he was having a last moment of life and making arrangements for his funeral?
Having witnessed countless sisters die tragically on the battlefield, and some even breathed their last in front of her, He Jiuyue knew too well the steps that lead to death.
Feeling cold is one of them.
I heard that Zheliu is weak and his hands and feet can never stay warm. They are always cold, so it shouldn't be surprising, right?
Trying hard to convince himself, He Jiuyue cautiously reached out to smell Zhe Liu's breath.
Fortunately, I still have breath.
...just a lingering connection.
It's like a flickering candle flame that can be blown out at any time by a strange wind coming from nowhere.
Wu Yang arrived quickly. After taking the patient's pulse, her smile disappeared and her expression became serious.
"My Lady, the silver needles inserted into these warming and nourishing acupoints were too stimulating for him. He suddenly woke up after hearing what Zheliu and Adjutant Chen said, then fainted from exhaustion. I must remove the needles now. Please, please, move aside and allow me to remove the needles."
He Jiuyue was reluctant to leave, but was afraid of missing the best time for treatment, so she gritted her teeth and gave up her seat by the bed.
Dozens of silver needles withdrew, leaving a faint black glow, and many tiny pores were left on Wen Zheliu's fair skin.
It was clearly poking him, but He Jiuyue felt his heart twitching as well.
She held Wen Zheliu's cold and sticky hand tightly.
"Acupuncture is not an option. So what do you think we should do?"
"Acupuncture may be helpful," Wu Yang took out a new silver needle from the medicine box, "It was because of the acupuncture point just now that he was able to regain clarity of mind for a moment.
"But Princess, ordinary decoctions and warming acupoints are ineffective. The only option now is to pierce the Ren Zhong acupoint in order to hope for a chance of survival. As for whether it will be effective, it depends on fate."
He Jiuyue has been in the army for many years, what kind of dangerous moves has he not seen?
She herself is the best example of taking an unconventional approach.
Having been stuck in a deadlock countless times, she has long been accustomed to turning the tide and stirring up stagnant waters, even at the cost of using herself as bait.
At worst, she'll just stay in bed for ten days or half a month, and she'll be a good woman again.
But when it comes to Wen Zheliu, she just wants stability.
But the more she feared something, the more it would come. When she was young, she was worried about her family being separated. Her mother and father were not reunited until one of them passed away. Now she was afraid that something might happen to Wen Zheliu. He was really holding on to his last breath and she didn't know when he would pass away.
"You pierce it."
He Jiuyue slowly let go of Wen Zheliu's hand. Although there was no physical contact, her eyes still kept looking at him.
It was as if he was a precious flower that would cease to exist without her eyes.
It was just two simple words, but He Jiuyue found it extremely difficult to utter them. It was even more difficult than pulling a thousand-pound bow and shooting a jumping wolf from a hundred miles away.
"Yes." Wu Yang didn't know she was distressed and just did as she was told.
The silver needle slowly penetrated into Wenzheliu Renzhong's acupoint as Wu Yang's wrist moved.
The moment the needle was inserted, his brows furrowed. He Jiyue thought the acupuncture would be effective immediately, but after waiting for a long time, there was no other movement from Wen Zheliu.
"How long will it take for it to take effect?" She turned her head and asked Wu Yang.
Wu Yang was yawning with his hands covering his mouth. When He Jiuyue asked him, he immediately opened his eyelids: "I can't say for sure, maybe in less than half a minute, or maybe..."
She hesitated to speak the second half of the sentence, always organizing her words and then swallowing them back carefully.
How could He Jiuyue not know what she had not yet expressed?
Wu Feiwen Zheliu could never wake up again.
The night always amplifies people's emotions. The full moon was hanging high outside the window, which was a good time to appreciate the moon. However, He Jiuyue walked to the window in three or two steps and closed the window with a "click", blocking her view of the full moon.
It was when she raised her hands that she realized that her hands, which were usually steady and strong, were now trembling unconsciously.
His chest felt stuffy, and He Jiuyue creaked and opened the window a crack.
The cold air hit her, and she took a deep breath and exhaled several times before she managed to stop her hands from shaking.
Wen Zheliu was just a criminal slave in her princess's mansion. He couldn't carry anything, couldn't do dirty or tiring work, and had a bad temper, which always made her spend a lot of time and effort to coax him.
He was on the verge of death, which just happened to reduce the expenses for the Princess's Mansion. Why should she be sad?
But if he died, there would be no one in the world... with whom she could have a peaceful chat.
He Jiuyue closed her eyes, quietly allowing herself to fall into chaotic thoughts, counted in her heart for a while, and then opened her eyes.
Even if she was wrong about his drinking, if he really lost his life because of it, she would not be able to apologize to him in person.
If fate was already determined, he, Wen Zheliu, would not survive the night, and even if Wu Yang's clan were buried with him, it would be of no avail.
Wu Yang was already good friends with Wen Zheliu, and he was also an excellent doctor. He had already done his best and was a hero who lost the battle but was undeniably a hero.
As a superior who clearly distinguishes rewards and punishments, she should not punish meritorious officials and lose the support of the people. Instead, she should fulfill Wu Yangjiang's wish to support his elderly mother and young son.
As for what He Jiuyue owed Wen Zheliu, she only wished to repay it in the next life.
"Princess! Come and take a look!" Wu Yang suddenly shouted.
It turned out that my breathing gradually slowed down as I heard the sound of willow branches being broken.
After a moment, his pale cheeks gradually turned red.
It's like adding eyes to a New Year's picture doll, and it is finally no longer a cold object, but has a bit of life in it.
He Jiuyue subconsciously wanted to take Wen Zheliu's pulse to check his condition. She reached out to hold Wen Zheliu's wrist, then she remembered that there was a man named Wu Yang who was well versed in medicine by her side.
"You explore."
She withdrew her hand, carefully covered Wen Zheliu's wrist with a piece of silk cloth, and signaled Wu Yang to move.
"Yes." Wu Yang had a bitter face at first, fearing that Wen Zheliu was having a last gasp and that her joy would be in vain. She waited for a moment and confirmed that his pulse was stable and there was only a slight problem. Only then did she feel relieved.
"how?"
He Jiuyue is not an impatient person. She can lead the elite troops to ambush in the wasteland and wait for ten days and nine nights.
But at this moment, she couldn't wait any longer.
My heart feels like it's being gnawed by ants, trying to tear a hole in it.
"He's out of danger, but he's lucky this time. From now on, he must never drink again. Otherwise, even a Daluo Jinxian will be powerless to save him."
As soon as Wu Yang pulled his hand away, He Jiuyue immediately lifted the silk cloth covering Wen Zheliu's wrist.
After personally checking it out, her slightly frowned brows finally relaxed.
"He's fine, why isn't he waking up?"
Wu Yang was removing the needle from Wen Zheliu and was hesitant to speak.
"This... Wen Zheliu is weak and has been through a lot."
"Please forgive me, Princess. I don't know either," Wu Yang said, still feeling apprehensive. "Although he's out of danger for now, it's hard to say when he'll wake up or if he has any remaining symptoms... He might be stupid or forgetful, which is perfectly normal."
Is he stupid? Is he also losing his memory?
The corners of his mouth that had just been raised fell down, and He Jiuyue returned to his usual expression of indistinguishable joy or anger.
"Go and rest. I'm sorry for bothering you last night."
"Princess, it's time."
As soon as Wu Yang left, Chen Jin started talking quietly outside. She knocked on the door twice, wanting to say something but stopping herself: "If we don't go to the camp to inspect the troops, I'm afraid we'll be late."
"Okay, I'll come."
He Jiuyue slowly stood up and put on the armor hanging beside the couch.
She stared at the unconscious Wen Zheliu, swallowed her saliva, and skillfully swallowed the chaotic thoughts flying around in her mind.
The capital is a place of trouble, not much better than the turbulent southeast.
She was worried about leaving him in Beijing.
But the journey was long, and he had just recovered from a serious illness and was not yet fully conscious, yet he had to accompany her on the journey. It was really difficult for him.
He Jiuyue bent down and was about to reach out to pick up Wen Zheliu when she suddenly heard him hum softly.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes slowly when she heard the sound of willows being broken.
But all I saw was white.
As vast as the ocean, with no end in sight.
How strange! Where is the scenery? Where are the objects?
At first, he thought he was just half asleep. Wen Zheliu blinked quickly a few times, but it didn't work. He suddenly felt panicky.
Just at this moment, a warm breath came from all directions, carrying a clear sense of aggression.
"Guiyun, you're awake, but there's something wrong..."
"Go away!"
Everything in front of him was white. Wen Zheliu didn't know where he was or whether he was safe or not. He was extremely nervous and didn't recognize He Jiuyue's voice, which was a little hoarse than usual after he had spent the night.
He arched his back like a hissing cat.
He thought he was very intimidating, but in He Jiuyue's eyes, he was just throwing a tantrum.
He couldn't recognize her. Was he still drunk?
But if he was just still drunk, he shouldn't be so defensive.
He Jiuyue raised the candlestick and slowly placed it next to her face, staring at Wen Zheliu without blinking.
"Wen Zheliu, look carefully, who am I?"
The white light in front of his eyes became even brighter, but he could not make out any specific outline no matter what he did. Wen Zheliu squinted his eyes hard, but still had only a vague understanding and could only repeat He Jiuyue's question blankly.
"Who are you?"
The sky was just beginning to turn pale, and the morning breeze squeezed in through the window, blowing out the candles used to light the house.
He Jiuyue has excellent eyesight and can see again after just squinting for a moment.
But I heard that the way of breaking willows is different.
Just now, there was a tallow candle burning in the room, and he could still feel the warm light. But now that the light was gone, he fell into the cold and eternal night.
Black was like dark, damp water, wrapped around his mouth and nose like a python around its neck.
“Um, ah…”
Wen Zheliu tried his best to catch his breath, but no matter what he did, he could not get rid of the feeling of suffocation that followed him like a shadow.
Black waves hit him, and he was completely swallowed up by the waves, each one higher than the last. His cries for help died in his throat, and he could not express them in words no matter what.
It is more torturous than being tortured in the hell of endless suffering.
His bright and charming pupils had lost their luster and were covered with a layer of shadow as thin as smoke. His lips were slightly open, but he could not utter a single word. His whole body was like glass that would shatter at the slightest touch, silently expressing his pain.
He Jiuyue lit the candle again, slowly stretched out his hand, and waved it in front of Wen Zheliu.
He was still in a daze, breathing heavily, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and his lips suddenly closed tightly, as if he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could never wake up.
"smell……"
"You go!"
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