Chapter 42: Wen Zheliu remained expressionless, as if she was in pain...
Forget it. She came here this time to visit her father who was ill, not to compare Wen Zheliu with her younger brother.
"Liu Yun, is Dad in there?"
Thinking of her seriously ill father, He Jiuyue didn't have the energy to think about the difference between the two men. Seeing He Liuyun nod, she stepped over the threshold. But then she felt that she was no longer the little girl who could watch her father breastfeeding her little brother, and she should pay attention to the protection between women and men.
She stood at the threshold, turned her head and asked her younger brother, "Can I go in and see Dad?"
"Maybe... it's not convenient," He Liuyun smiled awkwardly, revealing a cute little canine tooth. "Dad just took his medicine and is resting now. If you don't mind, you can wait outside with Liuyun for a while."
"Well, let's go."
Thinking that whenever Wen Zheliu fell ill, he would either grab her hand and not let her leave, or simply stay in the room alone, He Jiyue thought that her younger brother had also been kicked out. She guessed that her father was the latter, so she didn't stay long and followed He Liuyun out. "What disease did my father have? How could it be so serious?"
He Liuyun lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and sighed.
"Dad's old illness recurred, and coupled with the cold weather and lack of medical care and medicine, he fell ill. But Dad always talked about wanting to follow Mom, and now that he can go, his wish has come true."
He Jiyue narrowed her eyes: "So, does that mean my father is determined to die and is unwilling to cooperate with the treatment?"
"Yes and no," He Liuyun said slowly, "Although my father wanted to follow my mother, he still wanted me to grow up and find a good wife, and he also wanted you..."
Seeing his eyes flickering, he always fell silent when he was about to say something crucial. He Jiyue, thinking that he was a junior, waited patiently for a few times, but still couldn't help asking, "What does Father want me to do?"
"Waiting for you to achieve great things."
He Liuyun seemed unwilling to talk about this kind of topic any more. He pulled He Jiuyue's sleeve and abruptly changed the topic of the conversation to something else: "Sister, Liuyun has something to ask you."
Although He Jiuyue didn't understand why he didn't want to talk, the words of inquiry came to her lips. Then she remembered that He Liuyun was her family, not her subordinate. In the end, she didn't ask too much, but just did her duty as a doting sister: "Go ahead."
He Liuyun's long eyelashes fluttered. "Sister, when are you going to find a husband? You've been away fighting for so many years, so you should find a virtuous master to take care of the family."
He Jiuyue and He Liuyun had not seen each other for many years. She did not understand his habits and had always acted rather easy-going. He Liuyun had been very polite in his previous words. Now, listening to him gossiping about her private affairs, she vaguely remembered Chen Jin who had inquired about her and Wen Zheliu's affair two days ago.
"Liu Yun, who taught you to ask this question?"
She didn't want to use too much pressure and scare her brother, but He Liuyun's behavior was abnormal. There must be someone behind this. She had to find out who was behind it.
He Liuyun blinked several times: "That's what I wanted to ask."
"Tell the truth." He Jiuyue stared at him without blinking.
He Liuyun's eyes flickered: "Sister Chen Jin taught me."
He Jiuyue has interrogated countless prisoners and has his own understanding of the subtle expressions on the faces of those who have made mistakes. Although his understanding is not as thorough as Guan Ze, who specializes in torture and interrogation, it is still enough to deal with ordinary people.
She didn't let He Liuyun go: "Who else?"
"Well, and Dad."
He Liuyun was obviously spoiled by Zhong Zian. He was not panicked when He Jiuyue saw through his true purpose. His almond-shaped eyes sparkled and he asked questions with interest.
"Sister, Liu Yun didn't mean to hide this from you. He just wanted to find a wife. But you are older than me and your status is more noble than mine. If you don't marry, it will be difficult for Liu Yun to marry. That's why Liu Yun is so anxious to ask you.
"I heard from my father that it would be difficult for me to get married if I got any older. He also said that the older the wife, the more loving she would be. But is that true?"
"...That's not necessarily true. Older men often have many husbands and are known for their promiscuity. You're still relatively inexperienced, so you might be deceived. It's best to avoid any contact."
When He Jiyue talked about the romantic woman, Guan Ze's appearance appeared in her mind: "You are still young, don't learn this."
He Liuyun is a very outgoing person. He hasn't seen He Jiuyue for many years. Although there is a difference between a man and a woman, he is not restrained. He holds his chin and asks about her private affairs.
"Sister, do you have a sweetheart?"
He Jiuyue was choked by the question.
As for a sweetheart, if she says no, she still has someone in her heart. If she says yes, then the person she loves is not that important.
At least he can't compare with her father and younger brother.
But He Liuyun is still young and has little contact with the opposite sex. I'm afraid she has never experienced love, and her love life is not smooth, so it's better not to use her as a reference for him.
"Sister?" He Liuyun looked expectant.
"No." He Jiuyue looked calm.
Too lazy to rack her brains to make up a story for He Liuyun, nor willing to talk about her own love journey with Wen Zheliu, which was more bumpy than a mountain road, He Jiuyue directly chose the cleanest and most efficient method, which was to reject it.
"No?" He Liuyun's nose twitched slightly, "But you have a..."
"Princess, Master, the Lord is awake!"
The servant came running over at this moment. He Jiuyue took the opportunity, stood up from the wooden chair, and asked He Liuyun to lead the way.
"Come with me to see Dad."
She hadn't seen her father for many years. When she thought about meeting him, she felt a little homesick and hesitated for a moment before going in.
Before He Liuyun entered the house, a sweet smile appeared on his lips. He first called out "Daddy" from outside, then opened the curtain and looked inside.
"Dad, please take a good look, who is coming?"
"Who?" The man on the couch had a weak voice.
He Liuyun took two or three steps forward and whispered in his ear: "It's my sister who's back."
"Jiyue?" Zhong Zian struggled to get up, but he was too weak to do so. He could only barely open his eyelids and raise his hand. "Come, let Daddy take a look at you."
He Jiuyue gritted her teeth and walked over. When she touched Zhong Zian's skinny hand, her nose felt sore.
I held his wrist again and felt his weak pulse, and my heart ached again.
My father is not having a good life, and it’s not just one day. He has not been taking good care of his health for a long time. When she is not here, Emperor Jingming has sent people to guard Pingyang County. Are they, father and son, being bullied badly?
"But the servants treated you harshly while I was away?"
"No, no."
Zhong Zi'an opened his lips, but only uttered a few weak, incoherent words. He Liuyun, fearing He Jiuyue might misunderstand, quickly continued, "It's because my father is old, and... he misses my late mother so much that he has no appetite."
Her father had always missed her mother since she was little. Now that her mother was gone, she was afraid...
"Dad, take good care of yourself. When you recover, I'll take you to the capital to see Mom, okay?"
Unable to express himself in words, Zhong Zian wrote four lines with shaking hands.
"Your Majesty forbade Liu Yun and me from leaving Pingyang County. If we follow you back to the capital without your permission, His Majesty will surely blame you. How could you, a man of such brilliance, be dragged down like this?"
"Father is right, but things are different now. Now that I can enter Pingyang County, I can take you away."
He Jiyue held Zhong Zian's cold, blood-deficient hand and said, "Don't worry, Dad. I've left some leverage with His Majesty. I'll take you and my younger brother away. It won't be a problem."
Zhong Zianshu: "What chips?"
He Jiyue lowered her eyes: "...alone."
Changle Palace.
"Sir, great news!"
Wen Zheliu was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard Xiaobai calling him outside, and he was frightened.
He opened his eyes and saw a mixture of black and white in front of him, as if he could see it, but also as if he couldn't see it. He blinked, and his vision was mixed with sticky beads of sweat, making it blurry and difficult for him to see.
"Hmm!" When you can't see clearly, you are most likely to feel dizzy. Wen Zheliu is weak, and when you feel dizzy, you always feel nauseous.
Wen Zheliu hadn't eaten much recently, and even if he was too lazy to move, the food in his stomach had been completely digested. His stomach felt empty and burning, and acid was flowing back up his esophagus. Wen Zheliu's Adam's apple rolled, and he tried to suppress the nausea, but it was of no avail.
With trembling hands, he pulled the spittoon over, bent over and retched deeply, but the acid seemed to be against him. It reached his throat and then fell back, wearing his teeth so hard that they ached slightly.
At first, Wen Zheliu was concerned about the fetus in her belly and only dared to gently rub her stomach with the base of her palm.
But the force was too weak and could not shake the rising and falling acid at all. Wen Zheliu's hands were shaking in pain, but he still had to endure the dull pain in his stomach.
But he failed many times, and after a while, no matter how kind-hearted he was, he became impatient.
His stomach was throbbing as if a living creature was running around in it. Wen Zheliu was curious about what the good news Xiaobai was talking about, and he didn't have time to bother with his defeated body.
He clenched his five fingers into fists and punched his abdomen, again and again, fiercely and resolutely.
At times like this, he had to spit something out. As for the consequences of such reckless behavior, he was too lazy to care and had no energy to care.
"Ahem, ahem!"
Xiaobai kept shouting "Young Master" outside, trying to get a response from Wen Zheliu. Wen Zheliu knew that he should say something to reassure Xiaobai, or at least stop him from shouting. However, his throat was blocked by nausea, and he couldn't utter a word.
He coughed hard, and every cough was followed by a dry heave, until he felt dizzy and his heart was pounding, and then he vomited all the acid that finally came up into the spittoon.
Sweeping the traces of blood mixed with filth in the spittoon, Wen Zheliu touched the corner of his lips with a handkerchief and calmly covered the spittoon with it.
"Enter."
His voice was hoarse, and he could hardly hide his fatigue, but his eyes, which were finally able to see again, were frighteningly bright.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Xiaobai was holding the letter in his hand, and was originally excited to report. However, when he saw that Zheliu's face had completely drained of blood, he sniffed the room and smelled a faint smell of blood. His eyes widened with fear: "I was standing outside the room just now and heard you coughing so violently."
That is naturally not good.
Wen Zheliu always likes to put on a brave face, and every time he lets others notice his discomfort, it is probably because he can no longer hide it.
At this moment, his face was pale, and it was obvious to the naked eye that he was at the end of his strength.
His stomach was really uncomfortable just now, and he couldn't help coughing violently. He vomited intermittently for a long time. There was nothing solid, just some hot and sour water. The aftertaste was still there, and his throat still hurt. It felt like a knife cutting him when he spoke.
But he remained expressionless, as if the pain did not affect him.
"No problem."
"How did your handkerchief fall into the spittoon?" Xiaobai looked around. He felt that Wen Zheliu, who usually covered her lips with a handkerchief when she coughed, didn't have a handkerchief in her hand at the moment. The more he thought about it, the more strange it became. He lowered his head and saw the handkerchief floating in the spittoon. "I'll pick it up for you."
Wen Zheliu waved his hand, signaling Xiaobai not to worry about the suspicious handkerchief covering the filth in the spittoon.
"You were shouting outside just now. What news did you get?"
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