Chapter 37 If you think you have the ability, go and make trouble for your mother.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Large flakes of red overflowed from Wen Zheliu's mouth and sprinkled onto the bedding, turning into blooming flowers. Because of the blood, they looked extremely enchanting.
Everything went dark again.
Wen Zheliu thought he was dizzy and subconsciously wanted to throw himself onto the thick blanket to avoid getting bumped. Lack of medical care and medicine caused inflammation, which meant another tough battle.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. Wen Zheliu did not see the expected darkness, but instead his eyes met the cold white moonlight coming in from the window. He realized that he was not blind, nor was he dizzy.
It was the candle in the room that finally burned out.
Just like him and He Jiuyue, he tried to keep her in a humble manner, but He Jiuyue still walked away in a carefree manner. The two of them were like broken mirrors, and could never be put back together to be as perfect as before.
In fact, he should have expected such a day to come.
He Jiuyue would indulge him in small matters, but in most cases, she would put the overall situation first. He was burdened with unspeakable national hatred and family feuds, and the two would eventually part ways, sooner or later.
He Jiuyue had abandoned him before, and he thought his dream was shattered. He felt lost and heartbroken. Just as he was about to accept the result, He Jiuyue turned back halfway. The hope in his heart was rekindled, and he started dreaming again.
As a result, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Before he could finish his dream, the protagonist ran away.
There was another cramp in my lower abdomen.
Wen Zheliu carefully curled up and covered his stomach with his cold palms, but the pain became more and more severe. After a few breaths, he began to sweat coldly, and his forehead and back were covered with a layer of water.
But even though he struggled so hard, the fetus in his belly was still not satisfied and just kept moving around and making trouble for him.
He tilted his head back slightly, gasping for breath.
Your mother has already abandoned me, so what's the point of you harassing me? If you have the guts, go harass your mother. Why try to show off your skills to me?
With a "click", the candle flame was lit again, and Xiaobai's worried face appeared behind the candle.
He had rarely seen Wen Zheliu lose his composure like this. He clumsily patted Wen Zheliu's back and fetched a spittoon, ready to prevent him from vomiting. "Sir, are you okay? What medicine should you take right now? His Majesty won't allow the imperial physician to enter. You've truly failed me."
Wenzheliu's breathing became heavier, but he said nothing.
He really suffered a lot, but he brought it upon himself.
He Jiuyue abandoned him more than once. He should have turned against her and never seen her again in this life, but not only was he reluctant to let her go, he also kept trying to get close to her.
You get yourself bruised and battered, but others don't care.
Even though he now knew that he could not keep He Jiuyue, he would rather deceive himself and repeat in his heart, "Wuhuan doesn't want me, she just has more urgent things to deal with, so she hasn't come to see me yet. She will definitely come to see me when she is done, I just need to wait obediently", in order to numb himself.
He told so many lies that even he began to believe them.
I was badly hurt by He Jiuyue today, but I still didn't learn my lesson and still used these words to deceive myself.
Wen Zheliu twisted his thigh hard.
He tried to use the pain in his flesh to clear his mind, but it was of no avail. He was still thinking about He Jiuyue in his heart.
It's just that he originally stayed in Zhongyuan in order to be close to He Jiuyue. Now he is useless and can't keep He Jiuyue, so why should he stay alone in the deep palace of Zhongyuan to suffer?
"Ahem, Xiaobai."
Wen Zheliu suddenly raised his eyes, and his round eyes, which were watery from coughing, narrowed slightly, showing a sharpness like a sword.
Xiaobai rarely saw him in this state, and was startled. He paused for a moment before answering, "I am here, what are your instructions, sir?"
"Pour two glasses of water."
Wen Zheliu pounded his chest twice to release the air stuck in his chest, his eyes darkening as he said, "I have something to ask you."
Xiaobai moved quickly, and soon he presented two cups of steaming water, placed them steadily on the table, and then timidly stepped aside: "What do you want to ask me?"
"sit."
Wen Zheliu picked up the cup and took a sip of water. His dry lips became slightly moist. Unfortunately, he had coughed several times and his sore throat was sensitive and could not tolerate any foreign objects. The stimulation of the hot water caused another itchy sensation.
"Cough, cough cough..."
He coughed for a while, tried to calm down, and waved his hand to signal Xiaobai, who was clumsy in his technique, not to pat his back anymore.
He never liked being touched by others. When he was feeling uncomfortable, he would be more sensitive to physical contact. When He Jiyue approached him, he instinctively felt excited. As for others...
Most of them would turn him off.
Fortunately, Xiaobai had been with him for most of the night, so he didn't feel nauseous, but it didn't help relieve his discomfort.
Wen Zheliu felt relieved when his back felt empty, but he also felt an indescribable sense of loss, as if there should always be a pair of warm hands stroking his back, and a silent and reliable arm for him to rely on, but all these were about to disappear.
Wen Zheliu calmed himself down and asked Xiaobai.
"Who are the people in your family?"
His voice was hoarse, but his tone was soothing, adding a touch of temptation, like a flame that lures moths to fly at each other, charming and dangerous.
Xiaobai was mesmerized for a moment, then lost in thought and asked blankly, "You're asking this, is it..."
"It's to understand your life story."
Wen Zheliu didn't beat around the bush with him: "Don't employ those you doubt, and don't doubt those you employ. Didn't you say you wanted to be mine? If I want to employ you, I have to study you thoroughly."
Before he said this, he had thought about it several times and considered whether he should be so frank with Xiaobai before recruiting him as his own.
Ke Wenzheliu observed Xiaobai for dozens of days and saw that he would rather endure the contempt of his colleagues than leave with them. He stayed in Changle Palace alone and never left him. So he decided to test Xiaobai's background and see if he could recruit Xiaobai as his own.
Central Plains is not the place for him to stay. He has to leave eventually. He was forced to stay before only because of He Jiuyue. Now that He Jiuyue has abandoned him, there is no need for him to stay. Xiaobai is a martial arts expert. With Xiaobai's help, it will be easier for him to leave.
Xiaobai has a simple and honest face.
"My mother and father are both deceased, and I was raised by my neighbors. The only person I'm close to is my elderly mother."
Wen Zheliu stared into his eyes and didn't say directly that he wanted to control this old lady under his own hands. He just hinted from the side, asking Xiaobai to leave him some handle.
"Ma'am, is it convenient for you to meet me?"
He Jiuyue left the palace and did not go south, but went to the Dali Temple.
As soon as she arrived in the capital and settled Xingyun in the camp outside the capital, she went straight to Changle Palace. After she had managed to make up for the food supply for those under the antenna, she went to find Guan Ze.
It was late at night and there were only a few people on guard in the Dali Temple. He Jiuyue saw from afar that the lights in Guan Ze's study were not on, so she simply did not go in. Instead, she ran to Guan Ze's mansion to meet with her privately. She could smell a faint fragrance floating in the air from afar.
"Guan Ze."
Not wanting to be discovered by irrelevant people, He Jiuyue did not go out through the main gate, but instead jumped over the wall and jumped in front of Guan Ze who was flirting with three or five handsome men.
Not wanting others to know her whereabouts, she deliberately lowered her voice and cautiously made a gesture to dismiss others.
"Everyone, go away." Guan Ze immediately sent the handsome man away.
She didn't have her glass mirror with her, so her vision wasn't very clear. She squinted her eyes and saw He Jiuyue take out a private seal from her bosom. Only then did she confirm He Jiuyue's identity: "Isn't the princess far away in the southeast? Why are you visiting my Guan Mansion so late at night?"
"I have something to talk to you about," He Jiuyue plopped down next to her. "Didn't you say that Minister of Revenue An Rui was involved in the Wen family's collusion with the enemy, Xiyue? How's the investigation going?"
"I didn't find anything. That old vixen is quite cunning."
Guan Ze looked at him critically. "Why did you return to the capital without an imperial edict? You led your troops south. Logically, you should have quelled the banditry in the southeast before returning to the capital. Even if the banditry had been quelled, you should have led the Red Armor Army back home, not returned alone. If Emperor Jingming knew about this, you would be speechless."
"Because something unexpected happened."
He Jiuyue took out the letters confiscated from Shan Zhi from her bosom and handed them to Guan Ze. Her eyes became serious: "Please read these letters first."
Guan Ze read ten lines at a glance, and finally stopped his gaze on the white crane mark that was worn and not very clear.
"This is the private seal of An Rui, the Minister of Revenue."
She had been investigating matters related to An Rui recently. She recognized who the private seal came from at a glance and spoke with certainty.
She was quick-witted and quickly figured out why He Jiuyue had disguised himself and returned to the capital. He personally handed the letters to her, "This is correspondence between An Rui and Shan Zhi. Are you saying that An Rui, an official appointed by the imperial court, is secretly colluding with bandits in the southeast?"
"good."
He Jiuyue's eyes were icy: "At that time, the Wen family was reported for collaborating with the enemy, and the reporter was none other than the Minister of Revenue, An Rui.
"I was surprised that a mere minister of the Ministry of Revenue could obtain documents linking the Prime Minister to foreign enemies. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid he's also in on the conspiracy."
Guan Ze read the letters over and over again and slowly shook his head.
"This An Ruichen has been investigating for more than half a month and found that he is a slippery master. He realized that I was investigating him, so he kept sending men to my house to calm things down.
"He's usually talkative, but when I ask him about key matters, he won't say a word. While these letters prove he's colluding with the southeastern bandits, they have nothing to do with his collaborating with the enemy. I'm afraid this matter will require further consideration."
"There's no need to think too much about it. There's someone out there who might be able to help."
A playful smile appeared on He Jiuyue's lips.
"Isn't there a little boy named Xiaoqing in my house? He was sent to my house by An Rui, and it was he who used the strange poison from Xiyue that An Rui gave him. Although he's not very smart and doesn't seem like someone who knows the truth, maybe he can get something out of me."
Guan Ze was stunned: "My princess has always been kind and gentle to women, but you are willing to let me interrogate such a beautiful man?"
"I'm gentle with women, but I'm not soft-hearted towards ordinary men. I'm ruthless towards external enemies and internal traitors."
The night breeze drifted, and the fragrance of Guan Zecai's ambiguous relationship with the handsome man still lingered. He Jiuyue shrugged her shoulders, like a visitor willing to sink under the peony flowers, with an indifferent look on her face: "Xiaoqing and An Rui are in cahoots, colluding with foreign enemies and harming the people. It's no wonder that I am merciless."
"You are right, but Wen Zheliu is also suspected of collaborating with the enemy."
Guan Ze expected that when she said this, He Jiyue's reaction would definitely not be as calm as before. He considered his words carefully and didn't say anything too harsh: "Why don't you mention this?"
But even so, He Jiuyue was stunned for a moment, and his face still turned cold.
Regarding Wen Zheliu's collusion with the enemy, she had suspected it before, but could not find any concrete evidence for a long time. Her mind and eyes were all on the frail Wen Zheliu. She was afraid of dropping it if she held it in her hands, and afraid of it melting if she held it in her mouth. She didn't want to investigate, nor did she dare to.
Now that she has withdrawn from it, although she is not so shy about it, she is unwilling to believe it.
That was Wen Zheliu, the person she thought she knew best.
There is no way he could be collaborating with the enemy.
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