Chapter 30 Abdominal Pain The fetus in his belly needs nutrients. ...
The pain was like a worm fighting for nutrients in the soil, gnawing at the uneasy abdomen. Wen Zheliu pressed his fingertips on the abdomen, rubbing it occasionally.
After a few quiet breaths, the pain did not subside, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.
“Woo…”
The abdominal pain was like endless waves, rising and falling. He could only breathe a little bit one moment before hearing the willow, and then groaned softly the next moment.
The scene in front of him was clear for a moment, but soon it was wet with sweat falling from his forehead.
Wen Zheliu leaned his back against the wall and squatted down.
It feels better when the thighs press against the abdomen.
Just with this pressure, the pain in my lower abdomen eased slightly, but my stomach, which had been stable for half a day, became turbulent again.
The sweet food in his mouth surged, mixed with the spicy gastric juice, stirring back and forth in his throat. Wen Zheliu tried to hold it in for a moment, but still spit it back into the spittoon.
It's normal for him to not be able to eat, but it's nothing.
But he is not alone now.
The fetus in his belly needs nutrients.
The filth in the spittoon gave off a foul smell all the time. Wen Zheliu wanted to clean it up, but he accidentally looked at the shapeless filth for a moment and couldn't help vomiting again.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
He tried to relieve the nausea by coughing, and finally spit out some acid mixed with red, which made him feel better.
"noob."
After struggling to get over the discomfort, Wen Zheliu no longer had the strength to get up. He relied on Xiaobai who came into the room to support him. He was able to sit back on the couch and catch his breath against the soft pillow.
He pulled the quilt over and carefully covered his still flat belly. He rinsed his mouth with Xiaobai's hand and suddenly heard Xiaobai whisper.
"Sir, someone wants to see you."
To see him? Who? To even go to the deep palace to see him, even to the point of going to the deep palace to see him, how strange.
Wen Zheliu frowned: "Who?"
Southeast, mountains.
"Snap—"
A dazzling white light flashed across the sky, followed by a loud thunder and heavy rain pouring down. He Jiuyue turned his head and looked at the elite Red Armor Army waiting there, and slowly narrowed his eyes.
She and Chen Jin had been master and servant for many years and knew Chen Jin inside and out. She knew that Chen Jin's parents had both passed away and that she had been raised by her mother, He Yuyao, since childhood. She knew that Chen Jin was loyal and had no motive to rebel.
In this way, the traitor can only be among this group of elite Red Armor Army.
But these elite soldiers were all picked out by her personally from the huge Red Armor Army. She had checked their appearance and background three times before forming this elite pair.
Who betrayed her?
"Retreat." He Jiuyue turned to look at Chen Jin, signaling to her with her eyes that something was fishy and that they should retreat to the camp first and make plans later.
Unlike when he went up the mountain and was alone at the front of the team, He Jiuyue deliberately let Chen Jin lead the troops when he went down the mountain this time, and retreated to the end of the elite troops, observing everyone at the back with cold eyes.
The rain was falling continuously, obstructing her vision. At first, she kept a distance to observe the overall situation, but later she had to move closer.
"Red Thirteen!"
In the blink of an eye, the man numbered thirteen on the right deviated from his route by half an inch. He Jiuyue originally thought that the road was slippery due to the rain and the muddy mountain road, and the horse under the man was out of control. However, she saw that the man was getting farther and farther away, and he kept looking at her, as if observing whether she was looking at him.
He Jiuyue rode forward.
"The way down the mountain is this way. Where are you going?"
Another loud thunder sounded, the man paused, and suddenly raised his arm. He Jiuyue quickly threw out the dagger and stabbed her horsewhip.
"Catch her!"
He Jiuyue shouted loudly, calling on the rest of the elite Red Armor Army to rush forward and surround the man.
The incident happened suddenly. Chen Jin, who was at the head of the team, was completely bewildered. "Princess, what happened? Why did you suddenly want to arrest Chi Shisan?"
He Jiuyue said nothing, but just lifted up the rain-proof hat covering Chi Shisan's face.
When they saw this person's appearance clearly, everyone gasped.
How could this ferocious creature be Chi Shisan? On rainy days, everyone wore hats, covering their faces. They were usually sharp-eyed and perceptive, yet they had been tricked all the way.
He Jiuyue kicked her into the mud.
"Tell me, who are you?"
This man had been so arrogant when he was fleeing just now, but now that death was imminent, he became bolder. "Who do I belong to? Doesn't the Great Sima already know the answer in his heart? Why ask when you already know the answer?"
If he is not Shan Zhi's man, then he is deliberately pretending to be Shan Zhi's subordinate. He is very tight-lipped, so we need to investigate further.
He Jiuyue quickly came to a conclusion in his mind and frowned.
"So where is Chi Shisan now?"
"I have no idea."
The man shrugged. "I've heard that the Grand Marshal is ruthless and doesn't even spare delicate men. As a traitor, I've already fallen, and I can't even keep my life. Anyway, the Grand Marshal won't let me go even if I tell him, so it's better not to tell him."
He is not a assassin, but he is very arrogant because he has no evidence against him.
"Your whole family is dead, are you the only one left?"
Catching a moment of hesitation in that person's eyes, He Jiuyue raised an eyebrow: "It seems there is more than one."
"You won't find them!" the man shouted suddenly.
"Shan Zhi imprisoned your mother and father, asking you to work for her?" He Jiuyue ignored the man's shrill and crazy gaze and stepped on her arm. "Besides that, what else did he give you? I'll give you double."
"I don't believe you." The man was stubborn.
Unfortunately, the next second He Jiyue pulled out a long knife and stabbed her ankle: "Whether you want to believe it or not is not up to you. If you don't tell me, I will cripple your other foot."
The man let out a horrific scream, but other than that, he didn't say a word.
So stubborn.
Like the sound of willows being snapped.
He Jiuyue closed her eyes and erased the cold figure that suddenly appeared in her mind.
She pulled out the knife suddenly, bringing out a bright red.
"Chen Jin, take the person back."
"Yes," Chen Jin commanded the elite Red Armor Army to tie up the man and returned to He Jiuyue. "What about you?"
He Jiuyue jumped on the horse and said, "I'll go find her."
Chen Jin was stunned: "Who are you looking for?"
"Red Thirteen."
When He Jiuyue finished speaking, he rode away on his horse.
"The roads are slippery on rainy days, and it's nighttime, and we're on a mountain. The dangers are numerous. You are a precious person, you shouldn't take any risks. Otherwise, let me do this..." Chen Jin was still arguing with He Jiuyue about the pros and cons. In a blink of an eye, He Jiuyue's figure had disappeared in front of him. "Princess, wait for me!"
Capital city, harem.
When Wen Zheliu heard that someone wanted to see him, he suddenly became suspicious and subconsciously looked up at Xiaobai. In the middle of his gaze, he realized that he was still "blind", so he fixed his gaze on Xiaobai's chest.
"Who wants to see me?"
"She was a woman covered in a black veil, so her face couldn't be seen clearly. But His Majesty personally welcomed her into the palace, and she seemed very respectful."
The one who could make Emperor Jingming show some respect, could it be...
"Let her in."
The man who came had a free and easy manner and walked briskly, like a fairy riding on the clouds in the sky. Wen Zheliu sat quietly on the couch and watched, feeling vaguely familiar.
"Excuse me, who are you?" he asked softly.
"Dongfang Lan."
The man reached out and took off the hood covering his head, revealing a pair of weather-beaten eyes and a cynical smile at the corner of his mouth.
Wen Zheliu was startled.
He had never seen this face before, but he recognized this name.
Dongfang Lan is the mentor of He Jiuyue and his elder brother Wen Liuqing, and a master of martial arts who is unrivaled in the world.
But she is obsessed with martial arts and doesn't care about worldly affairs. How could she come to Emperor Jingming's harem?
Wen Zheliu was full of doubts, but he didn't show them on his face. He just groped for the bed and slowly bowed down.
"I heard about the willow-breaking ceremony and I pay my respects to Master Dongfang."
"Stand up." Dongfang Lan raised his hand symbolically, but didn't touch him. "You're not feeling well, so don't kneel. If you get hurt, my apprentice will scold me."
Wen Zheliu sat back and asked in confusion.
"I wonder why the elder has come here?"
"To save you," Dongfang Lan gestured with his hand in the air, "my disciple, who has remained silent for a thousand years, actually wrote such a long and humble letter for you. How could I not come?"
Wuhuan actually went to this extent for him.
If I really abandoned him at that time, it was only because of the situation.
She still thinks about him.
Wen Zheliu felt a lump in his throat and groped his way to get off the bed and bowed down again.
"Thanks……"
"Don't thank me yet." Dongfang Lan pointed his finger, and his abundant internal force moved with the wind, pushing Wen Zheliu back to his original position.
"It's not difficult for me to save you. I understand the principle of saving people to the end and sending Buddha to the west. But I haven't been involved in worldly affairs for a long time, and I don't want to spend too much time on this kind of thing."
She stopped talking here.
Wen Zheliu subconsciously looked up, wanting to see why she stopped talking mid-sentence, but met her sharp eyes.
"You can see it, right?"
After pretending to be blind for many days, he was suddenly exposed. Wen Zheliu's heart tightened and he opened his mouth to refute, but Dongfang Lan smiled lightly: "It's okay to lie to outsiders, but as for me, you can try."
Wen Zheliu pursed her lips.
She was Wuhuan's nun, and was asked by Wuhuan to come to the palace to see him. At most, she would think that he was incompetent and disliked, and she was willing to be patient. So, she shouldn't harm him, right?
He hesitated for a moment, then told the truth: "I didn't mean to deceive you. I was just blind once, but now I can see clearly again."
"It's good that you can see clearly now. It saves me from running around looking for medical treatment for you."
Dongfang Lan shrugged and continued what she had just said: "However, I can only ensure your survival, not rescue you from the palace. How you can live in the palace depends mainly on you."
"Junior understands," Wen Zheliu bowed his head, "I am grateful to you for coming here, elder."
"You're quite sweet-talking, quite different from the 'spoiled' and 'sickly' people I've heard of you before." Dongfang Lan smiled. "But since you're fine, I'll leave."
He left just like that? No news about He Jiyue?
"Elder, please stay." Wen Zheliu's actions were faster than his thoughts. He just repeated "Wuhuan" several times in his mind and spoke out to ask him to stay.
"What's the matter?" Dongfang Lan stopped.
Wen Zheliu was a man from a wealthy family, his manners were graceful and elegant, but at this moment, he was anxious and inadvertently brought out the small movements he had been doing for a long time. His hand unconsciously scratched the edge of his sleeve and asked, "Do you still have the letter that the princess gave you?"
"Keep it, what's wrong?"
Wen Zheliu closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, a shimmering light flashing in the corners of his eyes: "Can you... hand it over to the younger generation?"
"Okay, there's no point in me keeping it. I'll just keep it as something to talk about before and after dinner. When she comes back, she'll laugh at her for being such a heroine who couldn't resist a handsome man." Dongfang Lan pulled the letter out of her pocket. "Here, I just happened to have it with me."
The letter was as thin as a cicada's wing. Wen Zheliu stretched out his hands, but felt it was a thousand pounds heavy. Just holding it made him feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.
This is Wuhuan's handwritten letter.
Joyless.
He wanted to open the letter and read it carefully word by word, but failed at the first step.
His hands were shaking constantly. Wen Zheliu held the letter tightly against his chest with his wrists, using so much force that veins on the back of his hands popped, to prevent it from falling to the ground.
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The author has something to say: It’s half an hour faster than yesterday (carefully bragging, I’ll try to keep it [shy][covering my face and peeking][starry eyes] tomorrow)
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