Chapter 25: Separation of the Father's Body When the fetus is just conceived, the mother's energy is urgently needed...
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Wen Zheliu raised his hand to cover his lips, coughing hard and gasping for breath. Every word He Jiuyue said was like a burning spark, bursting onto his unprotected skin and stinging him all over.
Why did he rush to the outskirts of the city? To hear He Jiyue say that she didn't want him?
He originally thought that this matter made He Jiuyue extremely conflicted, and he was about to grit his teeth and take a step back, suppress his nature, and be an obedient slave, but he didn't expect her to stab him in the heart.
"Chen Jin, why don't you put him down?"
Seeing He Jiuyue's calm expression, Chen Jin slowly let go of Wen Zheliu's legs, with an expression of disbelief.
"Your Majesty," He Jiuyue snapped open Chen Sanxi's hand that was about to touch Wen Zheliu's shoulder. "Wen Zheliu, I can give it to you, but it's a one-for-one deal. What are you going to give me, my father and my younger brother?"
"That's not difficult."
Emperor Jingming was terrified when He Jiuyue suddenly changed her mind and threw away Wen Zheliu, whom she valued so much, as if she were a worthless shoe.
Her nephew is very cold-hearted. If he knew the dirty things she did to ascend the throne, he would never consider blood ties!
He Jiyue only cares about her mother, father, and younger brother. As for her aunt...
Unfortunately, she was the one who said it first. Now it was useless for her to shamelessly try to keep He Jiuyue's heart, which could not be called loyal. Things had come to this point and she had no choice.
Emperor Jingming took out a jade token from his bosom and said, "Take it with you. The guards will not stop you. Seeing this token is like seeing me."
"One hand pays the other hand delivers the goods."
He Jiuyue snatched the jade token from her hand and kicked Wen Zheliu to the leg of Emperor Jingming.
"I gladly accept this token."
He felt a pain in his knee, and with a "thump" sound, he fell to his knees in front of Emperor Jingming and didn't get up for a long time.
What does the pain in your body matter?
His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and the knife was a blunt one. It took him a long time to cut off his feelings for He Jiuyue. His fingers were sawing back and forth, causing him pain.
"What a beauty."
Emperor Jingming reached out and touched Wen Zheliu's face, surprised that without makeup, he could actually look three times more beautiful than the heavily made-up men in the harem. "Such a beauty, and you're just giving her away like that, Jiyue, will you really not reconsider?"
"What else is there to consider?"
He Jiuyue put the jade talisman into his arms, jumped on the horse, pulled the reins, and the horse's front hooves rose up, letting out a long neigh.
"Your Majesty has asked me to take care of the servants in the palace. Jiyue is of course very grateful. However, he is in a delicate and frail state, so I have to trouble Your Majesty and take great care of him."
"The harem is a place to nurture people, and it won't make him disappear. Chen Sanxi, take him away... Hmm? What's wrong with his eyes?"
"Blind." He Jiuyue uttered these two words calmly.
"This..." Emperor Jingming looked embarrassed.
"Your Majesty, are you worried that he has flaws and is not worthy of being exchanged for two people from Pingyang Mansion?" He Jiuyue took out the jade talisman from her bosom. "To be honest, Your Majesty, I miss my father and younger brother in the mansion, but I am reluctant to exchange him for a beautiful woman. If Your Majesty minds, how about..."
"Change!" Emperor Jingming shouted with gritted teeth.
He Jiuyue is well versed in the Thirty-Six Stratagems of Military Strategy, and he has taken the interpretation of truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth to the extreme.
When Emperor Jingming first saw her kicking Wen Zheliu, he once suspected that He Jiuyue did not value him that much. But now that he saw that she had the jade talisman and was about to go back on her word, he believed it again.
"A blind beauty has her own unique charm."
Seeing Emperor Jingming licking his lips, He Jiuyue felt a chill all over his body.
It is rumored that Emperor Jingming loves beautiful women and would even forcibly abduct men from the people. This is indeed true.
"Thank you for your care, Your Majesty. I will take my leave."
There was no point in saying more, as it would only make her suspicious. He Jiuyue rode his horse and led the troops, ordering them to beat the war drums loudly, marching south with high morale and without looking back.
Poor and helpless Wen Zheliu fell into the hands of the weak Emperor Jingming. She was worried, but not much.
It was only because Emperor Jingming was impotent that the plan was always abandoned halfway.
There are thousands of male concubines in the harem, of all ages, from healthy young men who are ignorant of the world to husbands who have already fathered a daughter and were abducted into the palace. They are all famous for their good fertility, but none of them can conceive a dragon son.
Wen Zheliu is a notorious sickly person.
He can't even take care of himself, how could he possibly conceive a princess?
"Princess, you..."
After the main force left the outskirts of Beijing, Chen Jin made sure that everyone around him was his own people. Then he cautiously asked He Jiuyue, "Are you really not going to care about Wen Zheliu anymore?"
"Hmm." He Jiuyue just hummed through her nose.
"Do you need me to send a small team back to hide. Once you have taken control of the entire Pingyang County, I will bring him out?" Chen Jin carefully guessed her thoughts.
“No need.”
He Jiuyue has always been thorough in doing things.
When she realized that she had to choose one of the two, she contacted the people in the palace and asked them to keep an eye on the developments in the palace.
Besides, she also has spies in the palace.
If Emperor Jingming really dared to offend Wen Zheliu, he would not blame her for breaking up with him.
"The people who stay in the Princess's Mansion are not trash."
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and all that was left in Wenzheliu's ears was the whistling wind and the whispers of people passing by from time to time. His heart gradually grew cold.
His adoptive mother and father didn't want him and went to hell first.
Today, He Jiuyue abandoned him again.
My eldest brother’s whereabouts are unknown and his life or death is unknown.
He was alone again.
No… there was someone else accompanying him, the unborn fetus in his belly.
"You really can't see?"
Emperor Jingming's voice suddenly exploded from the left. Wen Zheliu was startled and slowly withdrew his hand from his lower abdomen.
"Your Majesty, yes."
Emperor Jingming raised his eyebrows.
"Hey, Jiyue is really something. She's usually so nice to you, but at the critical moment... I thought she was a kind person who was kind to women. What a pity."
Wen Zheliu closed his eyes, but still couldn't block out the dazzling white light in front of him.
Emperor Jingming's words were clearly intended to sow discord.
"How can it be a pity?" Wen Zheliu said calmly, "It is my honor to catch the eye of Your Majesty."
"She really wants you to be her slave? After all, you two were childhood sweethearts, yet she has completely disregarded our past friendship." Emperor Jingming paused. "But don't worry, in the harem, you are not a criminal slave, but a nobleman on equal footing with the other servants."
bribery.
Wen Zheliu smiled faintly at the right moment.
"In that case, thank you very much, Your Majesty."
"There's no need to thank me between you and me," Emperor Jingming patted his shoulder. "I watched Jiyue grow up, and I watched you grow up too. If you need anything, just tell me. Remember, the harem is your home."
He doesn't even want to live in this house.
"Yes." Wen Zheliu responded lazily.
Emperor Jingming whispered to Chen Sanxi, "Zheliu, you should live in Changle Palace."
Changle Palace was located in a remote part of the harem, and Emperor Jingming had someone specially sent to take care of Wen Zheliu. He stayed there for a few nights, but Wu Yang would come from time to time to check on his suddenly blinded eyes. He was too lazy to go out at other times, and no other servants came to provoke him. For a while, everything was peaceful.
But what is meant to come will eventually come.
"Are you Wen Zheliu?"
At noon, Wen Zheliu was lying on a wooden chair in the yard, basking in the warm sun, when a strange voice came, accompanied by the guard's shouting, "Li Shijun, there are distinguished guests inside. His Majesty has ordered that you cannot go in, Li Shijun!"
"Exactly."
He couldn't see anything with his eyes open, so Wen Zheliu simply closed his eyes. He didn't get up, but just lay there and asked.
"You looking for me?"
"Who else should I look for if not you? You vixen!" His collar suddenly tightened, and Li Shijun's questioning roared like a tsunami. "It's been so long since His Majesty has set foot in the harem and taken in any new concubines. Why is it that His Majesty keeps breaking the rules after you come?"
Wen Zheliu had no intention of angering him, so he just said calmly.
"I'm afraid Li Shijun will have to ask His Majesty about this."
"If I dared to ask Your Majesty, would I still come to you?"
Li Shijun spoke at a rapid pace, like a string of cannonballs, crackling in Wen Zheliu's ears: "Your Majesty is so fond of women that he wouldn't cherish a man so much. What kind of magic potion did you feed His Majesty?"
"Maybe I'm blind, so I need to be extra careful."
"Are you serious?" Li Shijun hesitated.
Unexpectedly, he was so easily deceived. Wen Zheliu hummed a "hmm" and casually said, "If you want to win favor, you can just poke your eyes out... Maybe His Majesty will really take pity on you."
"You're full of tricks." Li Shijun tightened his grip on his collar. "Hey, before, you were a member of the Princess's Mansion, enjoying the Princess's favor all by yourself. Now you've come to the harem to compete for favor with me and others, becoming a double-surnamed servant. Aren't you ashamed?"
"Where did this double-surnamed slave come from?"
His chest tightened, and Wen Zheliu coughed a few times: "The Princess's Mansion and the Imperial Palace have the same surname."
"That, that's not a reason for you to serve two wives!" Li Shijun's voice, which was already unstable, became even more angry. "As a man, how can you be so indecent!"
"I'm not disciplined, so what?"
The air in his lungs grew thinner and thinner. Wen Zheliu was too lazy to talk to him anymore. He slipped his hand into his sleeve and quickly stretched it out, sprinkling a smear of Ecstasy Powder towards the source of the voice. "Even if you behave properly, no one will pity you."
"What is this? I..."
With a "dong" sound, Li Shijun stopped talking abruptly.
It was finally quiet.
Wen Zheliu reached out and pressed his solar plexus, then groped for the handle of the rattan chair. He lazily adjusted his sitting posture to stretch his inexplicably sore waist. Just as he was about to ask the guard to see him off, his stomach, which had been at peace for a long time, suddenly twitched.
Strange, he had already digested the food, so why was he in pain again? Could it be that he had stretched his hand while sprinkling the powder and accidentally hurt himself?
Wen Zheliu deliberately slowed down his breathing and pulled the blanket covering him up over his chin, trying to relieve his inexplicably cold stomach by increasing the warmth.
The sun is bright today, even warmer than the day He Jiuyue left. Logically, it shouldn't be possible to soothe the coldness in my body.
Ke Wenzheliu bit his lip and endured it for a while, but it didn't work.
He carefully placed his hand on his lower abdomen, only to feel a flat surface. However, subconsciously, he felt as if something was growing wildly and savagely inside, ready to burst out of his body at any moment.
How could this be?
He felt uncomfortable all over and his hands became colder. No matter how he covered his lower abdomen, it was useless. It didn't work. Wen Zheliu didn't want others to notice, so he simply put his hands back on the rattan chair, endured the discomfort, and breathed softly.
Oh no, this feeling, could it be that he had worked so hard to get it, and he was pregnant?
But why at this moment...
When the father is just pregnant with the fetus, he urgently needs the comfort of the mother's breath.
Otherwise, the fetus will make trouble for the father.
According to his father, it is best for the wife to stay by her side throughout the pregnancy, otherwise he will suffer.
He originally thought that He Jiuyue would stay by his side during this period of time. At most, when she went out, he would follow her and suffer some hardships from the unfamiliar climate.
Unexpectedly, Emperor Jingming intervened and forcibly separated the two of them.
Now it’s great, it’s extremely painful.
Cold sweat rolled down his temples. Wen Zheliu tightly grasped the armrests of the rattan chair, slowly leaned forward, pressed his lower abdomen against his hips, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
it hurts.
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