Chapter 51: He didn’t want to endure the slap, but he couldn’t bear to give up this sweet...
The two looked at each other, the white snow fell down and landed on Wen Zheliu's cheeks, making him feel vaguely itchy. He couldn't help it and turned his head away.
"A-choo!" Wen Zheliu's fair skin made the red on the tip of his nose look even brighter.
Like those wild flowers swaying in the wind.
Ownerless and unrestrained, seducing people without them realizing it.
Although it is ownerless, this flower is quite stupid. Its owner gave it freedom, but it didn't know how to leave. Instead, it stuck to its owner foolishly and asked with red eyes, "Don't you want to be my slave anymore?"
I just like being tied up.
"Um."
He Jiuyue withdrew his gaze, hummed a single note from his nose, turned around and left, regardless of whether Wen Zheliu, who was obviously unwell, could keep up. He only left a series of shallow footprints with fast movement and little adhesion on the white snow.
Wen Zheliu coughed violently and staggered to catch up.
No matter how he called out "Princess" this time, the person in front of him showed no intention of turning back.
Wen Zheliu lost his temper after failing to keep up, and just wandered slowly behind.
This was not the first time he came to the Princess's Mansion. Since He Jiuyue did not go back to the side hall, he could only go to the main hall. He knew the way, so it didn't matter if he couldn't keep up. At worst, Chen Jin would carry him back.
But just now, he was ready, and He Jiuyue just said "hmm" lightly. What did that mean?
Was it because she had tasted the tenderness of a little boy some time ago and she thought he was not as young as that boy? Or was it because she was tired from smiling and welcoming guests at the banquet just now and had no mind to do anything else?
Wen Zheliu lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on his slightly bulging belly.
But the baby in his belly is still waiting for his mother.
With just a gentle kiss from He Jiuyue, the needle-like pain in her lower abdomen was mostly gone.
If she could give something else...
Maybe he wouldn't have to suffer so much.
Wen Zheliu took two steps at a time and trotted to catch up with He Jiuyue, who had slowed down at some point.
She stood at the door of the main hall, her back against the wall, her head tilted up, not knowing whether she was waiting for him or looking at the thin layer of snow on the eaves that reflected white light.
...Just assume she is waiting for him.
"Princess." Wen Zheliu called out from a distance first, indicating that He Jiuyue had arrived, and then approached timidly.
He moved forward step by step, and He Jiuyue did not retreat. The distance between them kept shortening. When he was about to lean on He Jiuyue's arm, Wen Zheliu gently stepped back.
Once they move, the amplitude is so large that it is likely to be bad for the children.
Besides, she didn't mean that, so forget it.
Wen Zheliu huddled cautiously beside He Jiuyue for most of the hour. He Jiuyue stood calmly at the door without moving a step.
She faced the snow-filled wind with an expressionless face, as if she was practicing some kind of spiritual practice to uphold the principles of heaven and eliminate human desires.
Wen Zheliu didn't understand what she was going to do, and didn't dare to ask, so he had to wrap himself tightly in the only remaining clothes and let her stand outside in the wind, his teeth chattering.
"county……"
Wen Zheliu endured it until his hands and feet were cold. He tried hard to mobilize the remaining clarity in his mind and carefully asked for forgiveness, but He Jiuyue covered his mouth with his hand.
"Don't talk." Her voice was colder than the ice and snow blowing in her face.
Wen Zheliu was confused, and He Jiyue's anger was flaring up again and again.
Why did she only think that Wen Zheliu's voice was like a clear spring flowing over rocks, with the sound of tinkling bells, but she didn't realize that when he opened his mouth, the words he uttered were like fine wool, intentionally or unintentionally stirring her skin and disturbing her heartstrings.
What did he learn in Changle Palace?
Wen Zheliu didn't say a word, but his bright eyes blinked, as if asking, "Why?"
"No reason." He Jiuyue lowered his eyes.
She exerted force in her arms and lifted Wen Zheliu up, then gave him a glare to stop the exclamation that was about to come out of his mouth.
"Hmm!" Wen Zheliu lightly tapped her lips with her fingertips, and her eyelashes fluttered like leaves swaying in the wind.
He Jiuyue said nothing, carried Wen Zheliu to the couch in one breath, took out a quilt that was obviously thicker than the one in the cabinet, wrapped it around Wen Zheliu in a few seconds, and said, "Go to sleep."
She put her hand on Wen Zheliu's Adam's apple and said straight down: "Otherwise, just like this."
Wen Zheliu shuddered.
He Jiuyue chuckled softly, stuffed Wen Zheliu into the bed, turned over, and faced him with his back: "The hot water bottle is right next to you, take it yourself if it gets cold."
Wen Zheliu replied softly, "Thank you, Princess," and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
He is not a three-year-old child, how could he not know these things? He Jiyue is also a man of few words and loves to think, so he knows.
She did this simply because she cared about him.
The rhythmic sound of falling snow outside the window has the effect of clearing the mind and helping sleep. Wen Zheliu faces the back of He Jiuyue's head, closes his eyes, and falls into a sleep in a daze.
He Jiuyue's cold laughter reached his ears, but it didn't sound real, as if it was covered by a layer of fog.
"But I'm only giving you a mere kiss. You sinful slave, do you really take yourself seriously?"
Wen Zheliu was stunned. His heart felt like it was being grabbed by a big hand, causing dull pain. His lungs also rebelled. He gasped several times but still couldn't breathe.
That's not the case.
He didn't take himself seriously. He was just glad that he caught her eye and could be brought into the princess's mansion.
"I, He Jiyue, have traveled extensively and met all kinds of men. How could I fall for a jealous man like you? Let me tell you, I've already found someone better. Do you see the young man standing at the door? That's him. As for why I'm looking for you now..."
He Jiyue in front of him showed a cruel smile: "It's because you are pregnant, it's more exciting to play."
No, that's not the case!
Wen Zheliu opened his mouth and wanted to say something in rebuttal, but no word came out.
He... has no way to defend himself.
"Wu Huan, why Wu Huan..."
Cold sweat kept running down his forehead and back. Wen Zheliu covered his head with his hands and screamed so hard that even when he heard the sound himself, he couldn't recognize it as his own voice.
"He Jiyue!"
A dot-sized halo appeared and he suddenly opened his eyes.
The ferocious-looking He Jiuyue disappeared, and was replaced by the expressionless He Jiuyue. She was lying about half an inch away from him, with her elbows pressed against the bed board, her head resting on the base of her palms, looking at him with a cold and judging look.
The terrifying image of He Jiuyue in the dream had not yet faded, and Wen Zheliu was still frightened and couldn't help shivering.
The little cub in the belly bullies the weak and fears the strong. Just now, He Jiuyue and Wen Zheliu were so sweet and happy, so she didn't make a fuss. But now that she is away from the comfort of her mother, she immediately rebels.
"Ugh!" A feeling of nausea suddenly surged up.
Wen Zheliu was afraid of vomiting and dirtying the bed, so he supported himself on the hard wooden board and tried to get up.
However, he was resting inside, and He Jiyue was blocking him outside. She had a blank expression on her face and showed no intention of giving in. He didn't have the pass, so there was no way he could get through.
"I... want to vomit..."
He Jiyue frowned slightly: "Bear with it."
How can we tolerate such a thing?
Wen Zheliu tried to hold it in until his cheeks turned pale, but he still couldn't help it and spat out the food he had just picked up at the banquet.
He retched violently while coughing, tears welling up in his eyes.
Well, it wasn't his fault.
First, the little brat bothered him, and then He Jiuyue blocked him outside, not letting him go out to find the spittoon... They still blamed him, blaming him for being weak, unable to withstand the wind, and unable to withstand being frightened.
Seeing that the bed was covered in dirt, He Jiuyue was about to separate reason and emotion, and put all the blame on Wen Zheliu as she usually did when scolding her subordinates, and then let him cry and clean up the mess himself, but she was dazzled by his red eyes.
Well, he's just a poor guy.
"Have you been vomiting frequently recently?" He Jiuyue took out the handkerchief hidden in her sleeve and wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth first.
As soon as Wen Zheliu opened his mouth, the feeling of nausea came over him again.
He covered his mouth with all his might, but acid still overflowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the handkerchief in He Jiuyue's hand, and then fell uncontrollably to the ground, still connected by a silver thread that seemed to be about to break.
He Jiuyue turned around and took the spittoon.
"Don't bear it anymore." She whispered and opened the dam that was holding back the flood.
Wen Zheliu immediately spat out the filth that rushed into his mouth, and then followed the nausea and vomited a few more times. The nausea gradually subsided, and his stomach began to twitch as if it was stretched and began to hurt.
Here it comes again, that tugging pain.
He clenched his five fingers into a fist and dug it deep into his soft stomach, retching violently.
Suddenly, there was a slight impact on my back.
Not heavy, but lasting.
Wen Zheliu raised his eyes and saw He Jiuyue patting him on the back.
…She hadn’t patted him on the back in a long time.
But because it lasted for too long, he became greedy.
What is the use of this pat on the back, other than providing psychological comfort?
What he needs is a belly rub.
He Jiuyue thought she didn't use much strength, but she didn't expect that Wen Zheliu's eyes would turn red and even show signs of swelling.
"Did it hurt?" She lightened her grip slightly without noticing.
Wen Zheliu buried his chest, coughed twice, and barely stopped vomiting.
Why is He Jiuyue both good and bad to him?
Is this the so-called technique of controlling people by giving them a slap in the face and then giving them a sweet date?
He didn't want to endure the slap, but he was reluctant to give up the sweet date.
What should I do?
He Jiuyue suddenly raised his hand, bringing up a gust of wind.
Wen Zheliu closed his eyes subconsciously.
Why did she raise her hand? Was she going to hit him?
...In the past, in the martial arts training ground, she taught her disobedient junior sisters and brothers this way.
"Why are you closing your eyes? Do your eyes hurt?"
Wen Zheliu bit her lip and dared not speak.
He was afraid of being hit by her, and even more afraid of seeing the moment when her slap fell. It was like the bright moon that was within his reach, but it was just a vague reflection on the lake. As soon as he pushed the water with his hand, the beautiful scenery shattered into pieces.
"Didn't you say you weren't afraid of me?"
Who is He Jiuyue? He has been back and forth several times on the battlefield where people can actually die.
How could she not know what a frightened look looked like?
"I didn't mean to hit you," He Jiuyue shifted her gaze from Wen Zheliu's slightly trembling fingertips and gently touched the corner of his mouth that was stained with filth with her handkerchief. "I just saw that your face was dirty, so I gave you the handkerchief to wipe it."
It was rare for her to treat him so gently, and Wen Zheliu became as stiff as a dead tree.
"...Thank you, Princess."
He Jiuyue gently wiped Wen Zheliu clean and tidied the messy bed.
"When did your eyes get better?" she suddenly asked.
Wen Zheliu tightened her grip on the corner of her clothes.
His eyesight was sometimes better and sometimes worse. The last time He Jiuyue came to Changle Palace, he happened to be able to see clearly, but a few days after she left, he fell into darkness again. He foolishly believed that she knew all the suffering he had endured.
After all, as long as she asked Wu Yang, Wu Yang would tell her everything.
But obviously, she didn't ask.
"...a few days ago."
He Jiuyue suddenly stretched out her hand, pressed down Wen Zheliu's shoulder, and with a "bang", pushed him onto the hard wooden bed separated by several layers of quilts.
"lie."
Wu Yang had previously sent her a message saying that Wen Zheliu's eyes had healed more than ten days ago.
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