Chapter 32: Not wanting him to have Wu Huan's child in his belly, Wu Huan also abandoned him...
"Wen Zheliu, can you see now?"
Wu Yang was resting soundly in her mansion with her husband in her arms, when Xiao Bai suddenly rushed into the mansion in a hurry and took her back to the harem on the pretext that "I heard that the young master couldn't sleep at night and the situation was critical."
After taking Wen Zheliu's pulse, they found that he could see things again after his eyes were empty.
The situation was special, and Wen Zheliu was used to keeping his mouth shut, so he subconsciously wanted to deny it. He pinched his inner arm, using the brief pain to remind himself that the person in front of him was Wu Yang, with whom he had known each other for many years, so he stopped pretending to be blind.
"Well, I can see it soon."
Ever since she became pregnant with Wuhuan's son, Wen Zheliu has been very sensitive to contact with other women. Fortunately, he and Wuyang are familiar with each other, so he only feels a dull pain in his lower abdomen.
"Write the prescription quickly." He ruthlessly shook off Wuyang's hand.
"Okay, as long as you don't complain about the bitterness... Hmm? Why are you so willing to take your medicine today? Weren't you complaining about the bitterness yesterday and asking me to give you a new dose?"
Jianwen Zheliu picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Wu Yang was surprised.
The sour and bitter medicine juice passed through his throat and entered his stomach. Wen Zheliu took the clear water handed to him by Xiaobai and calmly rinsed away the bitter taste in his mouth without even frowning.
"Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease." He said calmly.
It was as if he had to eat sugar after taking bitter medicine, otherwise he would frown and feel nauseous. That person was not him.
Wu Yang looked Wen Zheliu up and down and found that the corners of his mouth, which had always been straight, were actually slightly upturned, and he felt confused.
"Are you in a good mood today?" Wu Yang probed.
"Yeah." Wen Zheliu nodded.
Not long ago, Wen Zheliu flipped through the handwritten letter from He Jiuyue over and over again. He recited each word several times and memorized it in his heart. Finally, he folded the letter reluctantly and hid it under the wooden pillow. He lay on the pillow and had a beautiful dream of marrying He Jiuyue and being in love with her.
Even though he had difficulty getting up on weekdays, he didn't mind being woken up by Xiaobai just now.
At this moment, Wen Zheliu was still savoring the gentle smile of He Jiuyue in his dream, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
"There is something happy."
"Why don't you tell me about it?" Everyone has a gossipy heart, and Wu Yang is the most obvious. She pulled over a wooden chair and sat down. "It's rare to see you so happy."
Wen Zheliu shook his head.
"It's hard to say when the fate hasn't even been decided yet."
It's not that he didn't consider Wu Yang as a good friend, but he knew Wu Yang too well and knew that she was a big mouth. If he told her that she might be pregnant with Wu Huan's child, she would spread the news to the whole capital, so he didn't say anything.
"Can you at least let me know who this is related to?" Wu Yang scratched his head and patted his head. An idea suddenly occurred to him. "But the only person you care about so much is the princess."
Wen Zheliu pursed her lips and said nothing.
His affection for Wu Huan was so obvious? Even an outsider like Wu Yang knew about it? No wonder Emperor Jingming wanted him to take on the important task of "carrying the Princess's offspring to balance He Jiyue."
"But you two are thousands of miles apart and can't see each other. Why are you so happy?" Wu Yang touched his lips together and was about to say, "It would be strange if you could see each other with His Majesty interfering." However, he quickly stopped talking because Wen Zheliu's eyes changed from calm sweetness to alert suspicion.
"Do we have to meet to be happy?" Wen Zheliu was silent for a long time and only replied to her lightly.
“…That’s not the case.”
Wu Yang fell into an awkward silence. Wen Zheliu sniffed and keenly smelled the faint smell of milk on her body.
There were many children in her house, and she had two children every three years. The oldest one was only two years younger than him, and the youngest one was still breastfeeding.
Every time he went to Wu Yang's house, Wu Yang's husband Xu Tang would always hold one in each hand, carry one on his shoulders, and run around with several others.
Wen Zheliu was a straightforward child. He tilted his head and asked Xu Tang, "Aren't you tired of having so many children?"
Xu Tang blushed at first and said, "You are just a kid, why are you asking these questions?", but he couldn't stand Wen Zheliu's pestering anymore, so he raised his head and said proudly, "It is every man's duty to give birth to a child for his wife. Only by having more children can you keep your wife."
Wen Zheliu only half understood what was going on at the time and was about to continue asking, but Wu Yang had already reached out and covered Xu Tang's mouth: "He's still young. Be careful not to teach him bad things by telling him these things."
Xu Tang's eyes turned red, and he took the child and left: "Wife, you don't love me anymore."
Wu Yang immediately followed, ignoring the children with wide eyes and Wen Zheliu who stayed where he was with his arms crossed, and grabbed Xu Tang and kissed him fiercely.
The doubts were not completely resolved, they took root in my heart and never came to an end. Wen Zheliu is still thinking about it.
Do these women all like men who can give birth?
"Wu Yang, I have something to ask you."
Before Wu Yang could even ask, Wen Zheliu asked seriously, "You women, do you all like men who can have many children?"
Wu Yang was sipping tea. When he heard his words, he almost spit out the tea in his mouth.
Unfortunately, Wen Zheliu is still going on.
He bombarded you with questions, "Does it have to be a girl? Can having a child really bind you together? How often is it best to have children?"
"What a messed up question you're asking... Wen Zheliu, trying to use a child to keep a woman is wrong."
Wu Yang was an experienced man, and he knew that people were different. He didn't make any absolute statements to Wen Zheliu, who was just beginning to fall in love. "Although having a child gives a woman some concerns, whether you can keep her depends on you...Putting all your hopes on a child isn't very reliable."
"I think he's pretty reliable."
Wen Zheliu hit the nail on the head: "That's how Xu Tang kept you."
Wu Yang's old face turned red.
"That's because I'm willing to be kept by him, that's why this trick works. If I meet a cruel man, he would abandon my husband and daughter without a second thought."
Smell the broken willow and lower your eyes.
That's true.
Even though his father had him, he was still cruelly abandoned by the Queen Mother. He was pregnant with Wu Huan's child, and Wu Huan also...
“Hmm!”
There was another pain in my abdomen.
Wen Zheliu bit his lips until he tasted blood in his mouth, and then he barely regained some consciousness.
But he forced himself to have this child.
It’s not Wuhuan’s fault.
"Why are you covering your stomach with your hands? Is it hurting?" Wu Yang asked. The bitter medicine he had just swallowed was mixed with gastric juices and rising up. Wen Zheliu pursed his thin lips, finally suppressing the nausea, and nodded in a muffled voice.
"Well, maybe I caught a cold."
"How could you catch a cold when the charcoal fire is burning so hot in the room?" Wu Yang's expression turned serious. He picked up the handkerchief used for pulse diagnosis and gently placed it on Wen Zheliu's wrist, which was covered with veins. "Stretch out your hand, let me take a look."
"No need, no problem."
Wen Zheliu subconsciously dodged to the side.
Although Wu Yang is not Emperor Jingming's man, he is still under her control. If Wu Yang is forced to choose between Emperor Jingming and He Jiuyue, it is hard to say what Wu Yang will choose.
She was pregnant with Wu Huan's child, and although it was not obvious at the moment, Wu Yang was experienced enough to guess by feeling his pulse.
This matter is secret, so it’s better not to let her know.
Southeast, deep mountains.
He Jiuyue tied Xingyun to the side of a tree, squatted down and observed the situation for a while, then clenched the dagger he pulled out of his arms and attacked decisively.
The guard standing at the door had no time to say anything before she chopped off his head.
The sentry shouted loudly, and his neck suddenly turned red.
He Jiuyue kept walking and went straight in. Wherever he went, blood flowed like a river.
The rumbling thunder could not cover up the continuous screams.
He Jiuyue went deeper and reached the innermost room. His body had been drenched by the heavy rain several times, but the blood between his fingers was still stuck.
She shook her hands twice and kicked the door open with a bang.
There was only a thin woman in the room. She clasped her hands together, muttered something, and knelt down to worship the Buddha statue on the upper seat.
“You are Shan Zhi.”
He Jiuyue was soaked all over. She took a few steps into the house, and water droplets dripped onto the wooden floor, making her look like a ghost who had been persecuted and drowned in a pond, and then floated up from the bottom of the water to seek revenge.
"Mr. He, what a rare guest." Shan Zhi ignored her tone of voice, nodded, climbed up from the futon, and was about to serve tea, "I've been waiting for you, come, let's sit down and slowly..."
The sharp dagger was suddenly placed on Shan Zhi's neck.
"I don't have time to chat with you. I just want to ask, who is the mastermind behind you?"
Shan Zhi was stunned: "How could there be a mastermind behind this? From beginning to end, it was just me..."
The knife went in half an inch further, and bright red blood oozed out.
He Jiuyue's eyes were red, but her tone was as calm as dead water.
"The person hanging from the tree wasn't Chi Shisan, but her clothes did belong to him. You went to so much trouble to find a scapegoat so similar to me to provoke me. Aren't you just trying to lure me in?"
Shan Zhi was shocked: "If you already knew, why did you come to the banquet alone?"
He Jiuyue raised his thick eyebrows, showing the fearless spirit of a young man.
"You are a bunch of rabble, what can you do to me?"
She is very thorough and always has several options for escape, before taking the most risky but fastest-acting approach.
This time she seemed to be attending the banquet alone, but in fact she did not make a sound in order to avoid the spies who might still be hiding in the Red Armor Army. However, she made a gesture to Chen Jin alone, using a secret code known only to the two of them, asking her to send someone to meet her outside.
"One against a hundred, worthy of being called the Grand Marshal."
"Stop talking nonsense. Who is the mastermind behind this? Confess and I'll give you leniency. Resist and I'll punish you severely. If you cooperate, I can spare your life. If you lie to me..."
Another cold light appeared and suddenly penetrated into the back of Shan Zhi's hand, leaving a mark along the bone.
"Then your hand is unnecessary."
"Your Majesty has arrived—"
Wen Zheliu was still talking to Wu Yang when suddenly Chen Sanxi's shrill voice came from outside.
"Your Majesty."
Wen Zheliu could clearly see, but in front of Emperor Jingming, he still pretended to be unable to see. He reached forward and groped, and found Xiaobai's arm, then he knelt down tremblingly to salute.
Wu Yang frowned, with a thousand doubts in his mind, but after thinking about Wen Zheliu's embarrassing situation in the harem, he didn't expose it.
"Wu Yang, you go down first."
Emperor Jingming drove away the guests as soon as he arrived.
After driving Wu Yang out, she sat down on a wooden chair and asked, "How do you feel about having you pregnant with He Jiuyue's child?"
Wen Zheliu didn't say yes or no, he just asked her back.
"If this minister wishes, how would Your Majesty like me to carry it out?"
"I just want to leave you one definite word. How to accomplish things depends on you, of course." Emperor Jingming did not let the horse eat grass, but only let the horse run. He did the same to He Jiuyue and Wen Zheliu. He did not give conditions and did not look at the process. He only cared about the results.
Not only that, she also threatened: "Your family is in my hands. If you want to refuse, I advise you to think carefully."
Wen Zheliu's eyebrows were calm and he chuckled softly.
"My husband is unwilling."
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