Chapter 5: Forced to take away? This is so unplayable.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
He Jiuyue's teeth were sharp and she didn't hold back. Wen Zheliu wanted to scream out in pain for a moment, but she bit her lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.
Ji Yue was angry, and he couldn't interrupt her and make her even angrier.
Not hearing the expected plea for mercy, He Jiuyue nibbled on the shoulders for a long time. The sweet and fishy blood and rich body fragrance tasted in his mouth, but he felt bland in his heart.
She raised her sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth: "Speak."
Wen Zheliu didn't know what to say. His whole body was burning hot and he was so uncomfortable that his eyes couldn't focus. The first thing he said was a meaningless moan of pain.
He Jiuyue thought he was pretending to be a dead fish and said "tsk".
"If you don't like it, just get out. You came here on your own, why are you pretending to be a chaste and brave husband?"
Wen Zheliu trembled.
She felt disappointed, so it must be that he did something wrong and he had to change. She had finally become interested in him, and he couldn't make her angry again!
"Sorry, it's my fault." Wen Zheliu wasn't used to calling himself a slave yet. Every time he said that word, he would stutter. His face flushed more and more, making people want to bully him even more. "Well, what does the princess want me to say?"
He Jiyue pulled off the hairband on his head and tied it casually around his wrist, which was raised above his head: "Whatever you want."
This posture of being tied up was too familiar. Wen Zheliu was in a trance for a moment, thinking that he was back in that dark, damp and cold prison.
Chen Sanxi, who relied on his superiors for power, was ordering his men to whip him. With just a few lashes, blood and flesh flew everywhere...
But how could Ji Yue be in the Heavenly Prison?
Her peach blossom eyes were slightly lowered, and the look she gave him was hotter than the candlelight that illuminated the room.
Wen Zheliu surrendered unconsciously.
"……pain."
He Jiyue knew that Wen Zheliu would be uncomfortable if he had a fever, and it was inevitable that he would feel pain in his body. Even if his internal organs were burning, it was normal. But she still asked him, "Where does it hurt?"
Her tone was nonchalant, as if she was sitting in a rattan chair in the yard on a summer afternoon, basking in the sun and playing with the cat with dried fish.
When I heard about the willow-breaking sound, my nose felt sore again.
He is a human, not a cat.
"It hurts everywhere." My heart hurts the most.
He Jiuyue snorted coldly.
"Then cry. You're in so much pain and you're not shedding tears. Do you want this princess to praise you for your iron will and say you're a man of great resilience who can withstand torture on the battlefield?"
Wen Zheliu pursed his thin lips.
He hated crying because crying itself not only failed to solve the problem, but also made his already badly battered body even more uncomfortable.
But, it was Jiyue who made him cry...
Under the flickering candlelight, Wen Zheliu's eyes finally turned red.
He Jiuyue often went on military campaigns with his mother and grew up in the military camp. He saw his mother He Yuyao interrogate many people, and he himself had interrogated many people as well. Even the death squad who could not speak could not help but shed tears after being tortured in various ways.
It’s nothing, crying is a subconscious behavior of everyone when they are in extreme pain.
Although she did not torture Wen Zheliu, he was still ill and the torture he suffered only increased.
It is rare in the world to find someone who can last as long as he does.
"Are you finally willing to cry?"
He Jiuyue stopped and took the bowl to receive it.
Transparent tears rolled down Wen Zheliu's pale cheeks and fell silently into the porcelain bowl. He thought that after crying, he could finally take a break and breathe, but he heard He Jiuyue say.
"Only one, not enough."
Wen Zheliu closed his eyes in silence.
This porcelain bowl is not small. How long will it take to fill it with tears?
After all, they were close friends, so He Jiuyue was quite patient with him. She didn't act tough all the time, but used a combination of firmness and gentleness.
"Cry." She pecked his cheek softly.
Wen Zheliu was like a fish stranded in the desert who finally found an oasis. He couldn't wait to throw himself into He Jiuyue's arms, gasping for breath with all his might.
However, the princess has a hard heart and her gentleness is only temporary.
"Still refusing to cry?" He Jiuyue raised her hand and wiped the corners of Wen Zheliu's eyes. After confirming that he was slacking off, she raised her eyebrows and said, "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty. Since you don't want the soft approach, I'll have to use the hard approach."
She got up and left, opened the bedside cabinet and seemed to take something.
In the dim candlelight, I couldn't see clearly what was happening.
He struggled twice with the straps around his wrists and suddenly realized that the pain had changed.
It was no longer the delicate features and pale cheeks, but the fact that his father had taught him since childhood that men must remain chaste and must never be touched by anyone other than their wives...
“Hmm!”
It's a pain that goes straight to the lungs.
Wen Zheliu bit her lips, barely suppressing her screams, but couldn't help sobbing.
He had watched He Jiuyue and his elder brother sparring more than once. Every time his elder brother was so tired that he couldn't even lift the sword, He Jiuyue would go to the training ground and crawl around three times, then come back and drag his elder brother back to the training nun.
He Jiuyue grumbled about his leg pain and didn't think it was a bother.
He simply bent down, picked him up on his knees, and took him back to the Prime Minister's residence.
He always knew that He Jiuyue was brave, had few rivals in the martial arts field, and was invincible on the battlefield, but he never thought that her bravery would be used against him, a weak man.
She said she would protect him, but she was the one who bullied him the most.
The pain was so severe that Wen Zheliu turned his head to hide, but his wrists were tied and he struggled several times but to no avail.
All dignity and pride are gone with the wind.
He Jiuyue broke out in a sweat while whimpering from time to time. She raised her head and blew out the candle that was emitting a scorching light. In the cool moonlight, she bit Wen Zheliu's lips.
It's actually hot.
He had such a bad fever.
…
After lighting the candle again, He Jiuyue heard Zheliu's crying gradually weakened. She subconsciously looked down and saw that the pillow was wet.
There is no snow tonight, and no matter how strong the wind is, the water outside the house has nothing to do with it.
"Why didn't you call me when you were crying? Isn't that a waste?"
She never mentioned the word "punishment", but practiced it with her actions.
Wen Zheliu felt really dizzy and couldn't stand such a bumpy ride.
Being forced so hard, his ability to beg for mercy became more and more refined. He raised his head with all his strength, kissed the only ship in the storm, and said coquettishly in a hoarse voice: "Princess, um, slave, faint."
He Jiuyue rarely saw him with tearful eyes, and her heart was beating with sympathy.
She reached out and pinched his jaw, and the ripples gradually subsided.
"Call my wife."
"Mm, my wife." After being humiliated, he finally tasted the first sweetness of the night. Regardless of the sweat soaking through his back, Wen Zheliu couldn't wait to rub against her arms, whimpering and complaining about the hairband that had been rubbing against him for a long time, "My wrist hurts."
Wenzheliu has delicate skin and tender flesh, and her skin will turn red when it touches slightly rough objects.
He kept moving towards He Jiuyue's arms. The silk headband that had been tormenting him for a long time was like an enraged snake, leaving several marks on him without hesitation.
The jade-white hairband turned red, and there was blood on it.
Tsk, this thing is so annoying.
By the time He Jiuyue reacted, the hairband had broken into several pieces in her hand.
She threw away her hairband, stared at the bloodstains on Wen Zheliu's wrists for a few moments, threw the thick quilt piled beside him on him, and silently got out of bed.
Wen Zheliu knew that she was full of energy, and thought that his weakness made her unhappy, so he turned around to look for Xiaoqing. He reached out to grab her sleeve in a hurry, but unfortunately he missed. If He Jiuyue had not been quick to catch him, he would have fallen under the couch.
"Oh, please don't go."
Wen Zheliu's wrist hurt every time he moved, but he still held on tightly to the hem of He Jiuyue's pomegranate skirt: "Although I am stupid, I have been trained by the princess for a long time, but I still haven't cried enough. But I will redouble my efforts. Can the princess give me another chance?"
He Jiuyue lost his voice in a moment, and his army collapsed when he heard the willows being broken.
"Wife, please."
He was all talk and no action, whimpering for a long time, his eyes red but not a single tear falling, just like the worst student in the Imperial College who sees his terrible grades and begs the teacher to give him some leniency.
"I will cry hard, please don't leave."
"Your lips are already peeling from the burn, why are you still crying? Are you going to die?"
He would be unable to cry if he lost too much water.
He Jiuyue really couldn't do anything about him and didn't dare to hurt his hand again, so she had to patiently explain.
"Wen Zheliu, I'm not leaving. It's not because I don't like your crying, I'm just going to get you some medicine from the cabinet. Otherwise, your delicate wrist will be swollen tomorrow."
"No, slave, I don't want to apply the medicine!"
Wen Zheliu was in a state of panic, his legs so weak that he could not stand. He knelt heavily on the cold ground with a muffled "dong" sound: "Slave only wants you, wuwu..."
Staring at the several red marks on his wrist, He Jiuyue felt inexplicably dazzled and dizzy.
It's strange that she has been on the battlefield for a long time and has seen more blood than she has eaten salt. Even if the person in front of her is covered in blood, she has never fainted.
How could she suddenly become so dizzy when facing a sick person?
The situation was out of control, and He Jiyue was inexplicably annoyed: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that I was being strangled like this?"
"Thunder, lightning, rain, and dew are all my wife's grace." Wen Zheliu obediently lowered his thick eyelashes. "My wife, no matter how you treat me, it is my blessing."
He Jiuyue picked him up with one hand and skillfully took out medicinal wine for treating bruises from the cabinet with the other hand.
"Why are you so obedient? Are you stupid?"
The medicinal wine is strong and works quickly, but when applied to the wound, it feels like a burning fire and is really painful.
Before He Jiyue could finish her sentence, "This medicine will hurt when applied to the wound, just bear with it," Wen Zheliu leaned on her broad shoulders and meowed softly like a kitten, "It hurts."
He Jiuyue had been fighting on the battlefield for many years and had never been defeated. At worst, he could always fight the enemy to a draw. This was the first time he felt powerless to surrender.
She applied the medicinal wine with less and less force.
"If you had begged me earlier, why would I have been so cruel?"
The murmurs gradually faded away. He Jiuyue quietly hugged Wen Zheliu for a while. She felt her eyelids heavy. The faint cold fragrance that belonged to Wen Zheliu kept lingering around her nose. She leaned her back against the cold and stiff wall and closed her eyes unconsciously.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright outside.
She has been trained in both civil and military arts since she was young. She gets up earlier than chickens and goes to bed later than pigs. After going to the battlefield, she stayed on guard for several years. How long has it been since she had a full and peaceful sleep?
Even she herself can't remember it clearly.
It was a rare moment of refreshment, and He Jiuyue wanted to stretch her muscles. As soon as she stretched out her hand, she heard a "hmm" sound in her ear. She lowered her head and realized that her shoulders were numb from being pressed by Wen Zheliu all night.
Seeing that Zheliu frowned but did not open his eyes, He Jiuyue was puzzled.
Wen Zheliu was a light sleeper and often fell ill at night. He always complained to her that he couldn't sleep well. She moved so much, but he didn't wake up yet?
He Jiuyue reached out to feel his pulse, his brows furrowed even deeper.
Dizzy? This is so boring.
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