Chapter 43: Is there anyone with a long-term illness beside Sister Yangmou? ...
"Ahem, if you have something to say, just tell me. Don't bother me."
Seeing him say this, Xiaobai's eyes were still glued to him. Wen Zheliu's face turned cold, he waved his hand, and coughed twice. He tried his best to suppress the itch in his throat, and squeezed out a word from his thin lips despite the pain as if being cut by a knife.
"explain."
Xiaobai wanted to show concern for Wen Zheliu's health, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Zheliu raised his hand to stop him. He had no choice but to swallow back all the words of concern he had to say.
"You previously instructed me to deliver the letter to the Princess's Mansion. I did so and received a reply yesterday."
reply?
Was it from the Xiyue royal family? Or was it from his elder brother Wen Liuqing?
Wen Zheliu hooked his finger inward, signaling Xiaobai to hand the letter to him.
He used candlelight to smoke the upper left corner of the letter and caught a glimpse of the seal that belonged to the royal family of Xiyue. He understood that although he had not yet contacted his elder brother, he had at least contacted the royal family of Xiyue.
As long as they sent someone, he could escape from the Central Plains perfectly and leave this sad place completely, but at the same time, he would never see the person he was thinking about again.
"go out."
Wen Zheliu was about to open the letter when he caught a glimpse of Xiaobai standing beside him, saying two words lightly.
Glancing at Wen Zheliu, whose face was as pale as snow, and then at the letter in her hand, Xiaobai hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but ask the question that most lingered in his heart: "Master, I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not."
Wen Zheliu always preferred to keep to himself and refused calmly.
"Then don't say it."
Xiaobai pouted: "But I want to say it."
Wen Zheliu's forehead throbbed. "Since you're determined to tell me, why bother asking me?"
"Your eyesight isn't very good, is it?" Xiaobai hesitated, pursing his lips again and again, as if he had finally found the most polite words. "Do you want me to stay and read this letter to you?"
“No need.”
If Xiaobai stays here, can he still read the letter?
What's more, the letter was written in Western Yue. Xiaobai was a native of the Central Plains and couldn't even recognize a few Chinese characters. How could he read a letter written entirely in Western Yue?
"You can't read, how can you read?" Wen Zheliu said indifferently.
"I'm sorry, sir. You're right," Xiaobai said, looking frustrated, like a big yellow dog who only wanted to help his master but failed and was scolded by his master. He could only lower his head and whimper softly, "I have another favor to ask of you."
Xiaobai wants to ask him for something? Given Xiaobai's simple nature, what could he possibly ask him to do?
He is trapped in Changle Palace, what can he do to help Xiaobai?
"You say." There was a look of inquiry in Wen Zheliu's eyes.
"You haven't eaten much these days. You were already skinny, and now it looks like you have even less flesh. You look like you'll fall over if the wind blows."
Xiaobai first spoke out his thoughts in a flurry of words, then switched back to a cautious attitude: "But you can't drink the medicine, you can only heal through food, so you still have to eat some meals.
"So I would like to ask you to have breakfast first."
...going through so much trouble just to ask him to eat something?
Wen Zheliu was not in a hurry, but looking at Xiaobai's bright and round eyes that looked like a yellow guard dog, he didn't scold him in the end.
Furthermore, what Xiaobai said was not wrong. As a human being, not a god who had been fasting for a long time, he would not be able to survive without eating.
Even though I don't have much of an appetite, I still have to eat something.
"Yes, I agree."
It was clear that this would not benefit Xiaobai, but he was even more excited than Wen Zheliu, who was about to replenish his nutrients. "Okay, I'll get it right away! I just steamed it in a pot, it's still warm, just wait a moment!"
As Xiaobai said, the food was indeed hot. Xiaobai had just brought the plate into the house when Wenzheliu caught a glimpse of the hot air, which became increasingly rich.
This scent is an alluring fragrance to ordinary people, but to him, it is just the opposite.
An indescribable feeling of nausea, like mist rising from the lake, suddenly occupied his throat and rushed straight out, leaving Wen Zheliu no chance to breathe.
"vomit!"
There was nothing in her stomach. Wen Zheliu held the bed with her hands, bent her body deeply, and spat out bitter yellow water into the spittoon. Her pale lips were stained with some crystal, like a delicate and beautiful flower that had been drenched in water.
The bitter water eroded his throat, which was already as sharp as a knife, making the pain even worse. Wen Zheliu choked and started coughing, and the more he coughed, the more he couldn't stop vomiting.
He closed his eyes, trying to suppress the dizziness, but failed.
The unique smell of food continued to stimulate Wen Zheliu's nostrils. He took the handkerchief off his hand and could only cover it with his palm to block the smell.
"Take it, ahem, take it away!"
The frequency of the discomfort finally decreased a bit, and Wen Zheliu took this opportunity to wave out hard.
His abdomen ached and he felt dizzy.
The pain finally subsided, and Wen Zheliu was about to straighten his back when he suddenly felt something was wrong...
It's hard to describe.
Wen Zheliu raised his hand cautiously.
"hiss!"
Just a gentle "I will leave you" was hard for him to accept.
Wen Zheliu narrowed his eyes for a moment, gritted his teeth, and headed towards the tiger mountain.
It's all He Jiyue's fault...
If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be like this.
When he thought of the person who had heartlessly abandoned him, tears came to his eyes.
Wen Zheliu wiped his tears with the back of his hand and went to comfort him again, but was surprised to find that he was no longer the A'mon of Wu.
It's strange. I wasn't hit by any external objects. This shouldn't be the case.
Leaning against the headboard, he relaxed for a moment. Wen Zheliu hadn't figured it out, so he simply decided not to delve into it any further. He opened the letter with trembling hands and glanced over its contents.
"Send an envoy today, and he will arrive in about half a month."
Central Plains", the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
After all, Xiyue has been at war with the Central Plains for many years. If they suddenly send an envoy on the pretext of negotiating peace, it is hard to guarantee that it is not a deception. Emperor Jingming, a timid man, will certainly not dare to receive him alone. When the envoy arrives, she will definitely call He Jiyue back to Beijing to give him courage.
Emperor Jingming refused to allow He Jiuyue to return to Beijing, but he insisted on using this to force him.
That way, she will definitely come back.
The figure of He Jiuyue who disappeared in the darkness that night reappeared before his eyes. Wen Zheliu's breathing, which had just calmed down, became rapid again, and his eyes began to go black one after another.
He pulled the quilt over and slowly wrapped it around his cold body.
If He Jiyue tried to persuade him to stay and took him back to the Princess's Mansion, he would not leave.
Actually, there is nothing good about Xiyue. He was born in the Central Plains and has lived in the capital of the Central Plains for a long time due to poor health. From birth to now, he has never set foot on the land of Xiyue. His father said that the emperor of Xiyue is his biological mother, but he has never even seen her.
He only learned the Western Yue language so that he could understand what the Western Yue people said in order to make it easier for him to inherit the throne in the future.
He hurriedly contacted the royal family of Xiyue and asked them to send envoys with great fanfare, just to ask He Jiuyue to look at him.
Just one glance is a comfort.
But even just a glance like this is rare.
Pingyang County.
"What medicine is Dad taking recently?"
Although He Jiuyue and Zhong Zi'an are father and daughter, they haven't seen each other for many years. He Jiuyue is not like He Liuyun, who is outgoing, and Zhong Zi'an is also introverted. After she and Zhong Zi'an talked for a few words about her mother He Yuyao, their eyes met, and no one said a word.
He Jiuyue racked her brains and finally squeezed out something to talk about.
"They're just mild tonics." After the warmth faded, Zhong Zian looked a little embarrassed. "I'm seriously ill this time, but I'm weak, so the doctor doesn't dare prescribe a large dose."
Speak of the devil, they were still talking about medicine when the servant outside brought the medicine over. Steam was still coming out of the white porcelain bowl, obviously it had just been brewed. As soon as the servant entered the room, the bitter smell of medicine filled the whole house.
Wen Zheliu had to take medicine every few days. He Jiuyue had grown up with him and had seen many Chinese medicines, but this was the first time he had smelled something so bitter, and he couldn't help frowning.
"How many times a day should I take this medicine?"
"Once in the morning, noon and evening."
Perhaps noticing the awkwardness of He Jiuyue and Zhong Zian, who were talking back and forth and could not even finish five sentences in half a minute, He Liuyun took the initiative and took the medicine bowl from the servant's hand with familiarity.
"Liu Yun, let me do it."
He Jiuyue came here not only to reunite with his father and younger brother, but also to show filial piety to his father.
Serving medicine is the best way to show filial piety.
She took the medicine bowl from He Liuyun's hand and was about to serve Zhong Zian the medicine, but was scolded by Zhong Zian in surprise.
"Jiyue, let Liuyun come. You have been fighting outside for many years and are also the regent of the court. You are of such noble status, how could you do such a dirty thing?"
Zhong Zian still thought that He Jiuyue was living a life of luxury and was incapable of serving others, so he wanted to stop her from serving others in the first place.
Unexpectedly, He Jiuyue first scooped up a small spoonful of bitter medicine with a spoon, put it to her lips to test the temperature, and blew on it twice after feeling it was hot before putting it into Zhong Zian's mouth. The whole operation was smooth and fluid.
It's like I often do this kind of thing of serving people and giving them medicine.
"No matter how noble Jiyue's status is, you are still Jiyue's elder. When you are sick, it is only natural for Jiyue to serve you."
"Is there anyone with a long-term illness around my sister?"
Zhong Zian had his doubts, but he was a reserved person and did not ask about He Jiuyue's private affairs. He Liuyun, on the other hand, had no taboos and asked directly.
He Jiuyue originally wanted to avoid talking about her lover like she did before, but when she thought about bringing her father and younger brother back to Beijing in the future, they would inevitably meet Wen Zheliu, so she kept her mouth shut and said only half of the story.
"There is such a person."
"Who is it?" He Liuyun asked without thinking much.
He Jiuyue fell into a suspicious silence again.
Zhong Zi'an was so sick that he felt weak. He gave He Liuyun several looks but saw no response from him. He had no choice but to speak with difficulty to ease the atmosphere between the siblings.
"Liu Yun, what did your father teach you? Don't force others to do things. Ji Yue doesn't want to talk, so why do you make it difficult for her?"
"It's not that I can't say it."
He Jiyue said casually: "It's a friend in Beijing. He was not feeling well. I happened to see him taking medicine, so I helped him."
He Liuyun's eyes lit up and he was about to ask further questions when he was interrupted by Chen Jin who suddenly knocked on the door.
"Princess, I have already sent people to take care of the situation in the southeast." As soon as Chen Jin entered the room, he first bowed to the Lord and the young master, and then reported.
"Who are you……"
Before He Jiyue could say anything, Zhong Zian spoke up. He looked stunned: "Is that the little girl who followed Yuyao back then?"
"My Lord, it is me."
Although Chen Jin was a lively person, her face would inevitably look heavy when it came to matters related to the late princess. And something happened, so while responding to Zhong Zian, she made a gesture to He Jiuyue, indicating that He Jiuyue should come out and talk.
He Jiuyue handed the bowl of medicine with most of it left to He Liuyun and went out with Chen Jin.
"What else?"
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