Chapter 40: Blindness Resurrection "You said, deliver the letter to the Princess's Mansion?" ...
The winter sun lazily shone into the house through the window cracks. Wen Zheliu slumped on the wool blanket, his eyes empty, his fingertips pressing on his collar to block the cold wind coming in through the window.
It was a pity that his clothes were thin and the north wind was howling. His action of pulling at his clothes was like using a paper shield to resist a raging fire, which had no effect.
The cold wind made his body feel hot and cold, but Wen Zheliu's mind became clearer. He looked around and discovered a cruel fact.
If he didn't close the last crack of the window, the wind would keep blowing in from that spot, taking away the already limited heat in the room. In the huge Changle Palace, only he and Xiaobai lived there. Since Xiaobai was not here today, he had to do it himself.
If he didn't close the window, he would feel more and more uncomfortable because of the wind, but to close the window, he had to stand up from the ground first.
You can only rely on yourself to figure it out. Wen Zheliu closed his eyes and rested. After finally gathering some strength, he supported himself on the floor and tried to stand up, but he slipped again.
With a "bang", he hit his forehead.
His knees hurt, he felt dizzy, his hands and feet were weak, and his body felt weak, and he almost fainted on the ground.
While I was half-dazed and half-awake, a cat's meow came into my ears.
It was Xueyu who came back. Where had it been? What had it been doing?
Wen Zheliu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of the sound. He met the eyes of Xueyu, who was jumping lightly into the house through the window with her tail raised high.
It turned out that it pushed the window open by itself in order to jump out. No wonder the window was closed tightly last night, but opened a crack this morning.
"Xueyu, you..." Wen Zheliu couldn't see clearly against the light. He could only vaguely see that it seemed to have something movable in its mouth. His heart tightened instantly. "What are you holding in your mouth?"
Xueyu cannot speak, but the black rat in its mouth can squeak, and its limbs move around, making a shrill sound.
Wen Zheliu grew up in luxury and had never had to do any housework. The only time he came across a few mice crossing the street was when he went for an outing in the suburbs of Beijing.
When he first saw the fat mouse at such a close distance, his heart was hanging. He thought of the cat eating the mouse, and then communicated with him in a soft voice.
"Is this...your breakfast?"
As Wen Zheliu's voice softened, Xueyu became excited. She loosened her grip, grabbed the mouse that was about to escape with her claws, and pushed it straight in front of Wen Zheliu.
Wen Zheliu stared blankly at the slick rat, his stomach churning and his already dizzy head aching even more.
"I don't eat rats."
Wen Zheliu wanted to respect Xia Xueyu's social habits and reached out to push the rat back, but when he saw the fat rat's round eyes, he didn't dare to do anything. He just waved his hand in the air and said, "Eat it yourself."
Speaking of the word "eat", he actually felt a burning sensation of hunger in his stomach.
Seven days ago, Emperor Jingming confined him to Changle Palace and deprived him of water and food. The imperial kitchen had not sent any meals. Xiaobai had to search among his brothers to find a few edible meals.
Xiaobai is not here today, what can he eat?
Xueyu didn't seem to understand what he meant. She meowed and pushed the mouse closer with her claws.
...You can't really eat rats, right?
But if he wanted to eat anything else, he had to stand up and look for it himself. It was obviously unrealistic for Xueyu to dig out the food hidden in the hall by herself.
"Xueyu, lend a hand."
Knowing that Xueyu was a cat after all and much lighter than a human, Wen Zheliu could not serve as a fulcrum for support. He did not support it up, but just touched its head to regain some warmth in his hands, then slowly stood up by holding the table leg.
The moment he straightened his back, his vision went dark again. Wen Zheliu closed his eyes in time, and waited until the dizziness passed before he held on to the bricks and moved at a snail's pace.
He searched the front and back yards thoroughly, and was sweating profusely. The cold winter wind made him sneeze several times, but there was still no sign of food.
"Meow?" Xueyu picked up the mouse on the ground and followed his pace. Seeing that he had his hands on his knees, his body leaning forward, as if he wanted to take a rest, he let go of the mouse with a "click" and called him in a coquettish voice.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I really can't eat rats."
Wen Zheliu pressed his fingertips against his painful and swollen temples, and his vision flickered.
At first he thought the weather had changed and wanted to go back to the inner room to take shelter from the rain. It was not until he stumbled into the room and saw that the situation had not improved that he realized something was wrong.
The snow jade began to blur, and the mouse in its mouth turned into spots.
"Hmm!" Wen Zheliu was anxious and made a brief sound of muffled pain in his mouth, but things did not go as he wished. The more he worried, the more it happened. In just a moment, the bizarre light in front of him turned into a large area of complete white.
He was invisible again.
"Meow! Meow!" Xueyu's calls became more and more urgent, but Wen Zheliu didn't know what it wanted to do. He even panicked and touched the tip of Xueyu's tail with his hand.
It was only when Xueyu used her paw pad to slap his hand away that he realized he was touching the wrong place.
Perhaps because she realized that after calling Wen Zheliu for a long time, he didn't do what she wanted, Xueyu lost her patience, turned around and ran away, and the meowing sound became farther and farther away.
Wen Zheliu groped around and finally touched the wall. He followed the curve of the bricks and slowly reached the couch.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Whenever he was in a low mood, his weak body would take advantage of the situation, with lung disease being the first to come, followed by stomach disease.
Now that he was pregnant, he was suffering from abdominal pain. Wen Zheliu covered his lower abdomen with his hand and vaguely felt a bulging curve.
Before he could rejoice that his body was giving birth to a new life, he was struck by waves of pain, leaving him powerless to fight back. With his eyes open, he felt dizzy and nauseous by the white light. When he closed his eyes, he completely lost the ability to observe the outside world and felt panicky.
"Hmm..." Cold sweat popped out from all over the body like mushrooms after rain.
The pain poured down like a torrential rain. Wen Zheliu barely freed one hand and felt around on the couch for a few weeks before he touched the fox fur coat that He Jiuyue had left for him.
He casually wrapped the fox fur around his abdomen, and Wen Zheliu curled up on the bed, twisting his limbs into a tight ball.
He is such a useless person.
Not to mention people, even a cat cannot be kept.
Although he was still hungry, Wen Zheliu was too lazy to move and went to find food outside Changle Palace. He curled up on the couch, fainted from the pain, and was awakened by nausea.
After repeating this many times, he held his breath and finally heard Xiaobai's voice.
Since Xiaobai can come back with such a high tone, the task he assigned to Xiaobai must have been completed successfully.
As long as he could send the letter, that was enough. As for when Xiyue would send an envoy to pick it up, that was not something he should worry about. His mother was seriously ill, and he was the only legitimate heir to the throne.
Based on his understanding of his mother's personality of not wanting to let outsiders take advantage of her, his mother would definitely send someone to pick him up.
As for why his mother didn't send anyone to pick him up when he was captured along with the Wen family...what happened?
He frowned when he heard about the willow being broken.
Moreover, the Wen family was accused of treason, and the whistleblower was An Rui, the then Minister of Revenue. He was not from the Central Plains who communicated with Western Yue, at least he was not on the same front as Prime Minister Wen. How did he know about their treason?
Also, Xiaoqing was sent to Wuhuan's mansion by An Rui, and Xiaoqing happened to be poisoned by the strange Xiyue poison after he entered the mansion, which clearly meant to put the blame on him.
People from the Western Regions are indeed good at using medicine. Under his father's careful teaching since childhood, he also knows how to use many medicines, including but not limited to various secret medicines that are inconceivable to people in the Central Plains. For example, in order to conceive He Jiuyue's child, he took one more medicine than ordinary men.
The second fertility medicine he took was not a so-called fertility medicine. In terms of efficacy, it was a pregnancy-preserving medicine. Thanks to this medicine, he, who was weak and sickly, was able to conceive an unhappy child.
The only thing he didn't know much about was the strange poison in Xiaoqing's body, let alone how to make the antidote.
However, the sophistication of Xiyue's poison is beyond others' imagination, and usually no one can replicate the antidote except the pharmacist himself.
Wu Yang has his own expertise and is better at dealing with headaches and fevers in the Central Plains. He is afraid that it will be impossible to completely eliminate difficult and complicated diseases such as the Western Vietnamese poison overnight.
That only proves one thing: Xiaoqing has the antidote, but why does he have the antidote? And why is it poisonous?
The Minister of Revenue An Rui behind him is probably not a simple person.
An Rui was able to report the Wen family for collaborating with the enemy and even persuade the usually indecisive Emperor Jingming to put the Wen family into jail that same day. I'm afraid he must have had solid evidence, and this evidence must be closely related to the letters between the Wen family and Xiyue.
If An Rui could find out the location where he communicated through letters, then the letter he asked Xiaobai to send would be meaningless.
Even when he was about to be prepared and escape back to Xiyue, An Rui reported him to He Feng in a memorial, giving He Feng the grounds to sentence him to death and use him to threaten He Jiuyue.
Fortunately, he had stayed in Beijing for more than ten years. Even if Guan Ze had found out about the previous communication points, and this relatively hidden communication point was at risk of being exposed, he would not be without channels to communicate with Xiyue.
"noob."
Wen Zheliu's lips were pale, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
"I have another letter for you to deliver."
His gaze was so intense that Xiaobai was dazed and thought he could see. He couldn't even hear what he said after that and could only mumble the same words.
"You said, deliver the letter to the Princess's Mansion?"
"Yeah." Wen Zheliu nodded.
As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. When he was making the plan, he just set up the Princess Mansion as a backup point. After all, it was not easy to hide the truth from He Jiuyue.
Who would have thought that one day it would come in handy.
Five days later, southeast, halfway up the mountain.
"Are you alone?" Chen Jin asked in confusion when he saw He Jiuyue coming down from Xingyun alone.
He Jiyue remained calm and composed: "I was alone when I went there. Could it be possible that if I went to the capital, I would find another He Jiyue?"
Chen Jin opened his lips, wanting to say something but stopped.
"Why are you still being so secretive with me? You know I always like to get straight to the point and say what I want to say. You also know I'm not good at that and don't like to guess what others are thinking. You keep things to yourself. I'm not a worm in your stomach, so I can't guess."
He Jiuyue unfolded the scroll on the table and glanced over the official business recorded in the days she was away.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
What's with saying just what you want to say? It's all bluffing. The princess was in a state of panic when she met Wen Zheliu. Could she really ask such a question?
Chen Jin steeled his heart, closed his eyes, and mustered up the courage to ask the question.
"Then Wen Zheliu...didn't come with you?"
With a "click", He Jiuyue put down the scroll.
She held her chin with one hand, and chuckled as if she had heard something funny before asking.
"Tell me, why did he follow?"
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