Chapter 49: Hoping He Jiyue would finally choose him? ...
The sound of willow breaking was quite loud. He Jiuyue sat in the upper seat again. The two of them were standing and sitting, far apart from each other. There were several people in between them, but there was an inexplicable undercurrent.
For a while, it attracted a lot of attention.
The sounds around him gradually faded away, and Emperor Jingming held his breath and concentrated his mind. The Western Yue envoy Dugu Qiu was also worried about their arrogant prince.
The men from the Western Regions were all delicate and soft, and the words they uttered were cooler and more moving than the summer breeze. Even though she grew up in Xiyue, had experienced many battles, and had seen and heard of willow-breaking incidents, she was still completely soft-hearted.
It's a pity that He Jiuyue is not interested in men. Their emperor Situ Yun has sent thousands of beauties into He Jiuyue's tent, but the ice and snow on He Jiuyue's face has never melted.
"I don't hit men, but I can let my subordinates hit men. Those who know what's good for them should go where they feel comfortable."
He Jiuyue is now surrounded by beauties, but it is just the friendship between the two countries. These beauties were originally intended to be presented to Emperor Jingming, but Emperor Jingming was as timid as a mouse and as cunning as a fox. He was afraid that these beauties were harboring murderous intentions, so he dared not accept them and hurriedly transferred them all to He Jiuyue.
He Jiuyue scanned all the beauties but didn't see any that he liked. Knowing that he wouldn't be bewitched, he calmed down and played along with them.
Who knew that Wen Zheliu would appear halfway?
"Well, I understand you're not feeling well."
It is human nature to love watching the excitement. Even though He Jiuyue is of noble status, most people dare not make up stories about her or gossip about her. But it is a rare opportunity to watch the excitement live, and everyone can't help but be curious and look over here.
He Jiuyue raised her eyes slightly, overlooking everyone's curious gazes, and looked at Wen Zheliu, whose eyes were red.
"so what?"
Her tone was so nonchalant, as if this matter had nothing to do with her.
His skin all over felt like it was being pricked by needles, especially his lower abdomen. Wen Zheliu couldn't help but cover his cold stomach with his hands, and his waist instinctively wanted to bend down.
Meeting He Jiuyue's calm gaze, Wen Zheliu straightened up with a low gasp.
Even though his self-esteem, which he had always been unwilling to lower, was repeatedly trampled on by the tips of He Jiuyue's boots, he did not want to leave, or rather, he could not leave.
He has been unable to leave her for a long time, so where else can he go?
"I'm really not feeling well."
He Jiuyue's hidden meaning was clearly understood: even if you feel uncomfortable, it has nothing to do with me, so don't come to me. However, Wen Zheliu still gritted his teeth and repeated this obviously ineffective self-torture tactic, adding the word "really" which sounded unconvincing.
He never liked to lie, nor did he bother to lie, and he would never lie to He Jiuyue, who was the apple of his eye.
He said he felt uncomfortable, which of course was true.
His heart ached, his teeth stung, and his stomach was nauseous from the food at the banquet. Wen Zheliu's eyes went dark and blurry.
He didn't fall down because of the anger in his heart, "Why does He Jiuyue look at others and not me?"
"Please, be gentle with me."
He is such a face-conscious person, yet he could actually say such words to seek glory in front of everyone.
As soon as he said this, even he was surprised.
But this surprise only lasted for a short time and disappeared with the wind after a while.
Wen Zheliu was like a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate. After jumping over the Dragon Gate, it was no longer the carp before, but transformed into a turtle with an extra layer called the Indifferent Shell, which could withstand the malicious gazes of others.
Seeing that He Jiuyue still had no expression on her face, and hearing that Zheliu was as dead as ashes, her heart was calm. She just repeated the same sentence hoarsely with her lips, which had fine lines more obvious after being dabbed with rouge.
"Please."
He Jiuyue's eyes narrowed.
The last time Wen Zheliu asked her for help was when he was desperate and wanted to enter her princess's mansion.
Was his head also hung so low at that time?
He Jiuyue has always had a photographic memory. She can always grasp most of the moves she has seen once or the books she has glanced through. However, she could not remember the details of the night when Wen Zheliu asked her to take him in.
Wen Zheliu's "Princess, please" became increasingly hoarse, like a flame growing smaller as the wind grew stronger.
He Jiuyue had originally decided to ignore it, but when she saw that the Western Yue envoy Dugu Qiu's eyes were constantly wandering between her and Wen Zheliu, she realized that silence was not a good solution.
People in the Central Plains often say that "family disgrace should not be made public." There were also people from Western Yue at the banquet. She should never have caused such a scene at the welcoming banquet for the Western Yue envoys because of her personal grudge with Wen Zheliu, thus bringing shame to the entire Central Plains.
"If you feel unwell, consult the imperial physician. I'm not a doctor."
He Jiuyue waved her hand and was about to say the final words "This matter ends here", but was interrupted by Emperor Jingming.
"Jiyue, this is why you don't understand romance."
Emperor Jingming was still hoping that Wen Zheliu would get pregnant with He Jiuyue's child so that he could control He Jiuyue through this biological child. Seeing that this plan failed, he became even more anxious than Wen Zheliu, whose pupils were dilated.
"After all, Wen Zheliu is your old lover. How can you just abandon her like that?"
The three words "old lover" were like the seasoning of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, which once again stimulated the perception of the onlookers, and everyone at the table immediately began to whisper.
At that time, He Jiuyue personally went to the Sky Prison to rescue Wen Zheliu, and locked Wen Zheliu in the Princess's Mansion with a chain as thick as a baby's arm, not allowing anyone to touch him to show her love. For him, the Princess even almost abandoned her father and younger brother who were far away in Pingyang County.
They thought that the princess was deeply in love and that the beautiful girl from the top of the mountain was snatched away by trickery. But now it seems that it doesn't seem like the princess had abandoned her and the former nobleman had tried hard to win her heart back.
Seeing that His Majesty had spoken, He Jiuyue remained calm and composed in his high position, unmoved, and the discussion among the others became louder.
The princess is worthy of being a ruthless general who believes in "sisters are siblings, men are like clothes". She remains unmoved even though she has three or five handsome men from Western Vietnam in her arms, each with their own merits.
No matter how beautiful and charming the willow tree is, it is a pity that it is a piece of wood that does not understand the meaning of the spring breeze.
"Your Majesty, this is quite true. This Wen Zheliu is my old lover."
The palace lanterns not far away added some light to the snowy night. The red lanterns hung high, illuminating the room with warmth and a sense of the New Year. Wen Zheliu stared at the corners of He Jiuyue's raised mouth, but his heart was like a stone sinking into the water, sinking bit by bit and unwaveringly.
"The Spring Festival is about bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. Now that I, He Wuhuan, have married someone new, it's time to say goodbye to my old lover."
He Jiuyue didn't want anyone to serve her. She picked up the wine pot, poured herself a full glass of wine, and then filled another glass with rice wine of the same height but lower alcohol content. She waved to Chen Jin to pass the rice wine to Wen Zheliu.
"After drinking this wine, you will have a free world and no longer be bound by me. Master Wen, please."
Wen Zheliu drank little, and he didn't know why He Jiyue changed the wine pot just to let him avoid the high-proof liquor. He was so angry that he trembled all over because of her farewell-like words.
Before this, he drank until he was drunk and vomited until he was unconscious. He Jiuyue had promised Wu Yang that she would never let him drink again due to his frail body, but now she deliberately toasted him with wine, with the purpose of saying goodbye to him.
That's great.
"The princess wants to break up with me?"
A sad smile crossed Wen Zheliu's lips.
He suddenly raised the wine glass that Chen Jin had carefully handed to him and dropped it with a "crack".
Glass is fragile, but fortunately there was a thick blanket underneath to hold it up, so the wine glass only made a muffled sound and barely cracked a few lines.
He spoke each word with emphasis: "I won't."
There was a kind of hysterical madness in Wen Zheliu's eyes. Even He Jiuyue, who had been through many battles, felt uneasy at the sight of him. When she saw the red corners of his eyes, her heart felt like it was pierced by thousands of fine needles, causing her to feel pain.
Completely breaking off relations with her would be good for both her and him. Why couldn't Wen Zheliu understand this?
The two of them went from being on edge at the beginning to staring at each other from afar, their eyes filled with thousands of words, but their mouths were as if sewn shut, and neither of them said a word.
He Jiuyue sighed lightly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then looked away and accidentally caught a glimpse of the anxiety on Emperor Jingming's face.
How strange.
She and Wen were both connected by the story of breaking the willow branches. One pulled the red string, and the other tied the red string. What did it have to do with Emperor Jingming?
Furthermore, when they caused such a commotion at the welcoming banquet, why did Emperor Jingming, as the person in charge, remain silent, not even sending Chen Sanxi to control the situation? It was as if he was condoning Wen Zheliu?
Emperor Jingming cleared his cough and began to smooth things over.
"Jiyue, you guys see each other every day, there's no need to be so awkward. If you can't be lovers, you can still be friends. Zheliu, you must be tired of standing for so long, right? Find a place to sit down quickly. In my opinion, the seat next to Jiyue is very suitable. Come and sit down."
The two of them sat close to each other. He Jiuyue lowered her eyes and noticed that Wen Zheliu's waist, which was so thin that it could be held in one hand, was slightly curved.
Are you overeating?
But hasn't he always had no appetite? It's good enough if he can eat two or three bites of food. How could he overeat?
"Zheliu, you look pale, are you feeling unwell?" Emperor Jingming said with concern, "It's just that the princess has returned. You should go back to the princess's residence and recuperate for a few days."
Wen Zheliu was secretly delighted to be able to live with He Jiuyue again, but He Jiuyue felt that this was strange.
Emperor Jingming was willing to let Wen Zheliu go? Was she so kind?
Facing the inquiring gazes of the crowd, He Jiuyue did not want to lose face in front of Emperor Jingming. She stood up from her seat and was about to thank Emperor Jingming for his great kindness, but then she heard Emperor Jingming say.
"I heard your father is seriously ill, and I am deeply saddened. Fortunately, there are imperial physicians in the palace, so treatment shouldn't be too difficult. If you don't mind, please send your father, Zhong Zi'an, to the palace."
Oh, you're waiting for her here.
She was originally wondering why Emperor Jingming was so kind. It turned out that Emperor Jingming had calculated that the envoy from Western Yue was at the banquet, and she, He Jiuyue, would not let the family scandal be exposed, so he would not refuse her suggestion. So he chose this time to ask her to replace him.
"I have already sent Commander Lin of the Imperial Guard to pick someone up from the Princess's Mansion. You only need to instruct the servants in the mansion to escort them out."
Not only He Jiuyue, but Wen Zheliu who was sitting next to him also heard the hidden meaning of Emperor Jingming's words.
It was nothing more than exchanging him for Zhong Zian and placing him under house arrest in the palace.
He Jiuyue was able to ruthlessly abandon him last time, and naturally she can do it this time. He was shameless and insisted on clinging to her, so he deserved to be abandoned by the impatient He Jiuyue.
At worst, I can stay in Changle Palace for a few days, and then choose an auspicious day to return to Xiyue with Dugu Qiu.
This was clearly something that had been planned long ago, so why did his heart still ache when he thought about being separated from He Jiuyue?
...He planned this himself.
Wen Zheliu twisted his fingers, fidgeting restlessly, waiting and waiting, but only heard one word from He Jiuyue.
"I obey the order."
"As ordered?" What does that mean?
When he heard Zheliu, he suddenly raised his head.
He Jiuyue is finally willing to choose him this time?
She lowered her eyes, and the light was against her willows, so she couldn't see the emotions hidden in her pupils.
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