Chapter 35: Fish Water "If you like it, accept it. If you don't like it, just endure it. Hurry...
“Woo woo!”
Even though the voice sounded very much like the person he was obsessed with, Wen Zheliu didn't dare to immediately believe that it was He Jiuyue. He just thought that Emperor Jingming had found a similar person to force him to submit, so he waved his arms and whimpered softly.
"You don't even recognize me?"
He Jiuyue covered his mouth with one hand and lit the candle in the room with the other. The warm yellow light reflected on her smiling peach blossom eyes. Wen Zheliu was in a trance and thought he was dreaming.
Why would He Jiuyue come to Changle Palace? Wasn't she thousands of miles away, suppressing bandits?
"Isn't the princess in the southeast suppressing bandits? Why is she visiting the palace?"
Wen Zheliu was still angry and his tone was stiff.
Perhaps because she was pregnant, he was always sad about the passing of time, and he also liked to dwell on the past over and over again, squeezing out all the negative emotions and shedding tears.
He Jiuyue's abandonment of him was the tonic for his repeated tears in recent days.
She abandoned him so lightly back then, and now she ran to the palace to see him so recklessly. Does she hate him or love him?
"I missed you, so I came here."
As soon as He Jiuyue entered the room, her movements were relatively slow. Jianwen Zheliu recognized her and bit his lips without any effort.
"Back then, you said you'd abandon me, but now you come to see me again. What's your intention?"
With every word Wen Zheliu spoke, the grievance in his heart grew worse. He turned his head away, trying to avoid He Jiuyue's delicate kiss, but he couldn't break free no matter what. He could only utter intermittent questions: "He Wuhuan, do you really think of me as a criminal slave that can be discarded at will?"
"That's not the case." A faint cold fragrance lingered around his nose. He Jiyue ripped open Wen Zheliu's jade-white hairband, ready to devour her with actual action. "If that were the case, why would I come looking for you?"
The silky black hair draped over her shoulders made the red at the end of Wen Zheliu's round eyes even more captivating.
He opened his thin lips slightly, and was about to press on with his victory and ask He Jiuyue to say a few more soft words, when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his waist, as if a bug was crawling on it.
"You, where are you touching?" he said in a low voice.
After having a dream of love, hate, and passion for love for most of the month, He Jiuyue kept moving.
"It's been a while since we last met. Let me have a taste of your fragrance."
Wen Zheliu half-heartedly complied for a while, but his already sore body became even more exhausted. He was like a sailboat in the waves, and could only go with the flow. But when he was about to take the last step, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
In the past, she was so gentle, always coaxing him and not doing anything he didn't want to do.
But today...
"Princess, you came here late at night just to lust after my body?"
"That's right." He Jiuyue didn't shy away from it.
She was full of energy and was doing a life-threatening job, so naturally she had more needs than ordinary women. There was no suitable one in the military camp, and she was too lazy to look for another one elsewhere. On the way back, she kept thinking about Wen Zheliu.
At first, she was still confused about whether it was the childhood friendship at work, or she was just craving Wen Zheliu's well-proportioned body. But now, seeing the gentle and soft Wen Zheliu, she felt more at peace.
No matter whether it was her first time eating meat and she tasted the best, as long as there was no cloud on Mount Wushan, she would have to eat him anyway.
If you want it, take it. This is her consistent principle.
"Don't move."
He Jiyue pressed Wen Zheliu's thin white shoulders and gave her a series of delicate kisses: "I have to leave in a moment."
His coat was stripped off and he felt cold. Wen Zheliu shivered and leaned towards the only source of warmth in the room besides the brazier and the hot water bottle, humming in an ambiguous manner.
"Take me away, and you won't have to come here secretly."
"No, the palace is heavily guarded, especially against me. I came here just to see you."
He Jiuyue was so focused on her own careful plan that she didn't care at all, nor did she intend to pay attention to how hurtful her words were.
"You're doing better than I thought. That guard outside was very protective of his master and his martial arts were pretty good. I put in a lot of effort to mute him so that he wouldn't attract anyone else. He was clearly not as skilled as me, but he still gritted his teeth and fought me. I knocked him unconscious and knocked him down..."
After hearing Xiaobai's message, Wen Zheliu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
He was right in front of He Jiuyue, but He Jiuyue was praising another man.
Is he so unworthy?
"He Jiyue, I'm not doing well."
Wen Zheliu rarely interrupted her. After a moment, his lips were covered with several restrained and tangled teeth marks. "Take me away."
He Jiuyue was stunned.
It was not that she had not thought about taking him out of the palace, but she had to come back in a hurry this time. All she wanted to do was to hand over the evidence of collusion between bandits to Guan Ze, thank the nun for her kindness, and then go into the palace to have some intimacy with Wen Zheliu to relieve the desire that had been suppressed for more than half a month.
Sneaking Wen Zheliu out of the palace would not only alert Emperor Jingming, but it might also backfire and she would not be able to save her father and younger brother.
After all, it is still unknown whether the jade talisman can be used in Pingyang County.
Leaving Wen Zheliu in the deep palace was the safest option for her.
"No."
After denying him twice in a row, He Jiyue's conscience ached slightly, and the force of the kiss softened: "Just bear with it for a moment."
Wen Zheliu opened his lips, then closed them again, falling into a brief silence.
Well, he became a pawn again, he should have thought of it.
Why bother asking her? It only adds to my own sadness.
"You...go away."
The few sparks of hope that had just ignited in Wen Zheliu's heart were extinguished again and again by He Jiuyue. He thought he would blame He Jiuyue, but what came out of his mouth were words of concern for her.
"Everyone here is Emperor Jingming's people. You shouldn't be here."
He Jiuyue could figure it out without him saying anything.
Before this, she didn't understand why there is a saying that "even a heroic woman cannot resist the temptation of a beautiful woman". It was only after she heard the willows being broken that she understood the meaning of it.
Intellectually, she knew she shouldn't have come.
But emotionally... she can't leave him.
"There is a secret passage in Changle Palace. It won't be difficult to escape."
He Jiuyue put one arm around Wen Zheliu's hips and lifted him up with one hand, while reaching out to the shelf with the other hand to fiddle with an inconspicuous and ordinary vase.
With a "creak", a square hole opened beside the bed, and dust flew in. The smell of broken willows made him cough.
When he opened his eyes, he found that there was another world inside.
"I can get away, don't worry."
He Jiuyue restored the secret passage with a "click" and did not say a word to Wen Zheliu about how to get there. He just recited the purpose of this trip and started to eat the delicious food.
“Hmm!”
Hearing the soft hum of Zhe Liu, tears started to form at the corners of my eyes.
She always has her plans, and he is always the abandoned child in her plans.
He understood it and he suffered it.
He tried to tell himself not to cry, because after the decision He Jiuyue made in Jingjiao, she had figured out what was more important in her heart, and she would no longer feel sorry for him, but his heart still hurt as if it had been cut by a sharp knife.
"Why are you crying?" He Jiuyue didn't want to pay attention to his falling tears, but his sobs grew louder, far drowning out the sound of his emotions, so she had to pay attention, "Don't you like this?"
Wen Zheliu nodded, then shook his head.
In this kind of matter, he really didn't like being forced, but the person who came was He Jiuyue, so no matter what form it was, he would swallow the bitterness and accept it all.
Thunder or rain, they are all her gifts.
He can only suffer.
"Why do you nod and shake your head? Do you like it or not?" He finally stopped crying, and He Jiuyue seized the opportunity to press on.
Wen Zheliu started panting as soon as he opened his mouth. Even if He Jiuyue stopped for a moment, he couldn't utter a complete sentence. His beautiful round eyes were always filled with tears, like the shimmering surface of a lake, reflecting the beautiful scenery around him.
He Jiuyue was in a state of confusion and passion, and wanted to end the fight quickly. She didn't bother to coax him, but just gave him a light order.
"If you like it, accept it. If you don't like it, just bear with it. It will be over soon."
The end.
Wen Zheliu was swimming happily in the lake, but a fisherman caught it on the shore, fiddled with it for a while, and threw it back into the water, where it weakly slapped the water with its fins.
The fisherwoman reached out and touched his flat belly.
"Why are you so flat? Haven't you had anything delicious to eat these days?"
Her hands were warm and had the scent of the mother. The fetus, which usually loved to make noises and smell the broken willows, was unusually quiet, as if it didn't exist.
"Hmm," Wen Zheliu felt a rare sense of relief, and the anguish in his heart began to ease. He was startled for a moment, then added after a few breaths, "Emperor Jingming has cut off the food supply to Changle Palace."
He deliberately added the second half of the sentence, and stared into He Jiuyue's eyes, trying to find a trace of heartache in her eyes.
It’s a pity that I didn’t find it.
"It's just a bluff. She doesn't dare to take your life."
After eating and drinking, people inevitably feel tired, and He Jiyue is no exception. She occasionally pulled Wen Zheliu's black hair and played with it, not caring at all: "As long as I am alive, you will not die."
Just now, I heard that Zheliu's black hair hung down beside her ears, and her jade-white ears were hidden behind her hair. Now that He Jiuyue lifted up her hair, she discovered the beauty inside.
He Jiuyue's fingertips, covered with light calluses, brushed across his ear.
"I'll buy you a jade pendant."
When their hot skin touched, the evil fire in his heart rose again. He Jiuyue moved forward bravely and plundered again.
The two of them kissed each other for several breaths before they separated. They had used too much force, and they had been traveling all night, so even He Jiuyue, who was full of energy, was panting.
She bit Wen Zheliu's round earlobe: "Just hang it here, okay?" Wen Zheliu was very sensitive to contact with others. He Jiuyue's attack was neither light nor heavy. He felt itchy all over. The lazy feeling after being satisfied had not yet recovered. He was like a shield that was about to be broken and could no longer withstand any attack.
He Jiuyue just bit it lightly, and not only Wen Zheliu's earlobe but also the earlobe turned red.
"Hmm..." He didn't say anything, just groaned.
He Jiuyue was not satisfied with this. She bit his lips like threatening a criminal, and only after sucking on the bloody smell did she relent and let go.
"Wen Zheliu, is that okay?"
She had made up her mind, but still asked Wen Zheliu for his opinion, as if she was lobbying all parties with a tough attitude. She seemed fair on the surface, but in fact she had the final say.
"No."
Wen Zheliu was soft-hearted and would not tolerate hardship. The more He Jiyue pressed him, the more uncomfortable he felt. He felt pain all over his body. He could no longer be like a clay figure without temper. He was squeezed and flattened by He Jiyue, and he shook his head with red eyes: "No!"
"Why not?"
Perhaps realizing that this move had little effect, He Jiyue stopped forcing him and instead offered inducements: "Your earlobes are white, they will definitely look good on you."
Wenzheliu's breathing became heavier.
He Jiyue was willing to give him something, and he was grateful to her, so how could he refuse it? He just didn't finish his words.
"No, touch here." He whimpered.
The young man's hoarse plea for mercy was the most soul-enchanting medicine, flowing down He Jiuyue's palm.
"What about here?" she asked.
"No," he replied.
He Jiuyue kissed him again.
"Where can I get it?"
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