Chapter 52: He choked on the medicine, as if he had tuberculosis and was dying. ...
His shoulder blades ached, Wen Zheliu blinked twice, and tears involuntarily filled his eyes.
He didn't lie.
He never lied to her.
He really hadn't seen people or things for a long time. The last time he could see them was a few days ago, and he couldn't remember the exact day.
Wen Zheliu endured and endured until he finally controlled the whole sentence so that only the last word was trembling.
“…I didn’t lie.”
He Jiuyue originally wanted to use coercion like interrogating a prisoner to make Wen Zheliu explain the whole story clearly.
But the tear that fell on the back of her hand was extremely hot.
It's like a burning fire.
He Jiuyue suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Talk nicely and don't cry."
He Jiyue was soft-hearted and had never been good at dealing with tears. When her subordinates cried during a scolding, she would subconsciously lower her voice. As for Wen Zheliu...
She felt distressed, but also wanted to bully him even harder.
Tears were about to burst out of his eyes, but Wen Zheliu bit his lips tightly and used the domineering smell of blood to stop them. His eyes were extremely red, and he couldn't help but gasp three times just to utter six simple words.
I don't know if he is trying to seduce people or showing his grievances that are difficult to express.
"I'm here, okay, talk." He turned his face away.
"...Cry like a cat again."
He Jiyue wiped the tears from his cheeks: "When was the first time you could see?"
Perhaps he caught a cold, as Wenzheliu's crying continued. His throat felt itchy, so he covered his chest with his hands and began to cough muffledly.
"A dozen or so days ago, cough, I did feel better for a while, but a few days later, cough cough, I can't see anymore. My eyesight is sometimes better, sometimes worse. I can't tell exactly when I can see clearly and when I can't."
Sometimes it's bright, sometimes it's dark. Isn't that living in fear of being able to see clearly in the last second and seeing nothing in the next?
How can one bear this?
He Jiuyue gently brushed away the hair on Wen Zheliu's forehead that was stuck to his sweat, and lifted the black hair behind his shoulders.
"Didn't you take the prescription Wu Yang prescribed? And it didn't work?"
"Hmm." Wen Zheliu wanted to cough as soon as he opened his mouth, and it was even worse when he spoke. Only a single sound came out from his nose. He was coughing so hard that he couldn't even straighten his back. "I ate it, but still, cough, I can't see clearly."
He Jiuyue asked again, but felt that her hindsight was naive and cruel.
When he could not see, she was not by his side to take care of him, nor did she even offer any words of comfort. She only occasionally corresponded with Wu Yang and learned about his condition from the letters. What qualifications did she have to question him now as to why he was blind?
Isn't it easy for her to talk without any pain in her waist if she does this?
He Jiuyue closed her eyes and did not continue the heart-wrenching topic of "Why did you go blind? When did you become blind?"
"Didn't you sleep well tonight? Why are you vomiting?"
First, she was frightened by the image in the nightmare, and then the baby in her belly made a fuss, and her delicate stomach could not hold the food from the banquet.
Wen Zheliu raised his eyes and looked at her for a long time with red eyes.
I couldn't utter a single word.
He wanted to pull her arm and say, "I'm pregnant with your child," but he was afraid. He told her the truth, but what he got was not a soft and warm embrace, but a bowl of abortion medicine.
She doesn't even like him, so naturally she will hate him and everyone in his family.
I will definitely not leave the evil offspring in his belly.
Even though he was pregnant, he was no match for her father and younger brother.
Whether he says it or not, he will be abandoned.
But if he didn't tell anyone, the baby in his belly might have a chance to survive. But if he told anyone, the baby would definitely die.
"…I was frightened by a nightmare."
Wen Zheliu just lowered his eyes and said this, without mentioning anything else. Unexpectedly, Ji Yue took this opportunity to exaggerate what he had dreamed about, saying how he was scared to the point of trembling with fear, and cried to gain her sympathy.
How strange, how did he change?
Hadn't he always liked to use this method to gain her affection?
He Jiyue frowned, only to see that Wen Zheliu's expression was as calm as the top of a mountain where snow never melts all year round.
Yes, Wen Zheliu has been acting humble these days, and she almost forgot that he was once such a proud flower on the cliff.
Could it be that he was scared silly by the nightmare?
He Jiuyue reached out and rubbed his cold earlobe.
"Now, it's okay."
Wen Zheliu sniffed, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes like beads that had broken off the string, like wild horses running wild.
He was determined not to bow his head.
Who knew that my eyes wouldn't be able to keep up.
If He Jiyue never felt that he occupied an important position in her heart, enough to be on par with her father and younger brother, why did she take him in and even stay up late at night to coax him?
If she thought he was important, why would she toy with him back and forth, letting him cry out to heaven and earth in Changle Palace but get no response?
He Jiuyue used a handkerchief and her hands to wipe it, but it wouldn't get dry.
"Feeling wronged?"
When he heard Zhe Liu, he said nothing, neither shook his head nor nodded.
He Jiuyue had known him for many years. Seeing him biting his lip and not saying a word, but tears streaming down his face, she knew that he was being wronged.
"If you feel wronged, why did you follow me?"
She knew it, but she said it without hesitation: "You asked for it, don't blame me."
He Jiuyue has always paid attention to her own chess game, but for the chess pieces... she will lend a hand when she needs to show mercy, and will not show mercy when she needs to give them up.
Wen Zheliu was familiar with her, he should have known it long ago.
"Is your heart made of stone?"
Wen Zheliu knew that he shouldn't ask He Jiuyue for an answer, because if anything she said contained a yes or a rejection, he couldn't accept it.
Not to mention a complete rejection.
But now, he is really at his wit's end.
He did so much and lowered his posture so much, but still couldn't warm it up.
He Jiuyue avoided Wen Zheliu's red eyes, put away her handkerchief and said nothing.
Sitting in this position, she was destined not to be distracted by beauty.
She couldn't bear to say no, because she saw that he couldn't bear it, but her silence seemed like tacit consent. If Wen Zheliu found a glimmer of hope, he would not let go. Then, she was afraid that he would fall even harder.
Most importantly, she herself couldn't explain her own feelings.
"Do you... love me?"
Wen Zheliu's mind was already overwhelmed by passionate emotions, and he didn't care about the relationship between master and servant at all.
At this moment, he just wanted to know whether she had him in her heart.
"Or, have you ever loved?"
He Jiuyue remained silent for a long time, and the room became a stagnant pool, with only the crackling sound of burning charcoal in the brazier.
Wen Zheliu's chest seemed to be blocked by something that was neither too big nor too small, but just the right size. He couldn't spit out the pent-up anger, nor could he swallow it down. He was stuck and felt uncomfortable.
His abdomen suddenly twitched violently, like the sound of a horn blown by soldiers from two countries before a war, long and lasting.
His ears were filled with buzzing tinnitus. Wen Zheliu opened his thin lips slightly, trying to relieve the stuffiness in his ears, but the attack from his stomach was too fierce. He bent down and squeezed out a horrible dry retching sound from his hoarse throat.
The sounds were intermittent and never stopped.
The stomach is empty and is tortured by the acid water moving up and down, as if there is a fire burning in it.
Wen Zheliu curled up in the corner of the bed, her cheeks slightly red.
"You are ill."
He Jiuyue reached out her hand and touched his forehead: "It's a bit feverish. I'll ask Chen Jin to find Wu Yang."
Wen Zheliu groaned, turned around, and sent He Jiuyue out to look for someone, leaving behind a lonely, helpless and resolute back.
It was as if he was using body language to express his resistance to facing He Jiuyue.
Rushing back to the house, he saw a trembling back. An inexplicable displeasure surged in his heart. He Jiyue placed his fingertips on Wen Zheliu's shoulder and ordered in a deep voice, "Turn around. Face inwards or you'll vomit and dirty the bed."
Wen Zheliu shook a little, but still didn't move.
He Jiyue frowned: "If it gets dirty this time, you have to clean it up yourself."
Wen Zheliu trembled for a long time and finally turned around.
"Princess." Not long after, Chen Jin came back exhausted.
Not seeing anyone following her, He Jiuyue asked, "Where's Wu Yang?"
Chen Jin bowed and said, "Envoy Wu is in the palace. He said he is taking care of Lord Zhong and can't leave."
Indeed, Dad is still sick.
He Jiyue asked again: "How is father's illness?"
"The Lord is not in danger of death for now, but Envoy Wu's deputy hasn't disclosed any further details to his subordinates. Rest assured, my Lady, the Lord is blessed with a long life and will be fine."
He Jiuyue disagrees.
She felt sad, not only because she was worried about her father's serious illness, but also because she was worried about the sick man in bed.
He had a high fever and tossed and turned in his sleep, unable to sleep well. He would cough every moment or two, then start vomiting in a daze, and the spittoon would fill up with bitter yellow fluid.
It's like he has tuberculosis and won't live long.
Chen Jin's eyes rolled. "Recently, a prayer temple was built in the suburbs of Beijing. It's quite effective. If you are worried about the Lord, you can go and pay your respects there."
Wen Zheliu had been sickly when he was young, and she had gone to places like temples with him to worship there many times.
It’s not ineffective, but it’s not very effective either.
He Jiyue raised an eyebrow: "How do you know it works?"
Chen Jin told the story slowly and leisurely.
"Many of our sisters in the Red Armor Army went there to pay their respects before they marched to the southeast. And now, the trip went smoothly. Although Chi Shisan was trapped by the enemy, he was fortunately rescued by his subordinates. And..."
He Jiuyue interrupted softly.
"What you said is not accidental."
Chen Jin immediately fell silent: "I am just making a suggestion. Whether you adopt it or not is naturally up to you."
"I'll find another doctor for Master Wen." She turned around.
He Jiyue waved her hand: "No need to look for it."
Originally, she asked Chen Jin to find a doctor, but it was just an excuse because she couldn't answer Wen Zheliu's question.
Not to mention Wen Zheliu, who suffers from a minor illness every three days and a major illness every five days. He is almost becoming a good doctor due to his long-term illness. She, who just watches him by his side, has learned most of the things.
He Jiuyue followed the prescription Wu Yang had left behind, flipped through the medical book, and prepared a large basin full of medicine for Wen Zheliu.
"Take it and fry it."
"Yes." Chen Jin agreed and ran to the kitchen to boil the medicine. He secretly tasted it himself. After two minutes, he did not feel any discomfort. Then he dared to send the bitter medicine to the main hall.
He Jiuyue scooped up a spoonful of medicine, blew on it gently a few times, tested the temperature at the corner of her mouth, and then brought it to Wen Zheliu's mouth.
“Ahem!”
Black medicine flowed out from the corner of Wen Zheliu's mouth, dripping onto the brocade quilt beneath him.
He Jiuyue made a big mess but was completely unaware of it.
She just scooped up the bitter medicine again and again and put it into Wen Zheliu's mouth.
It was not until the person on the bed, whose whole body was burning with fever, thrust his chest upwards, coughed and choked out a little light pink, and the familiar smell of blood rushed towards her that she suddenly stood up from the couch.
He Jiuyue quickly lifted the curtain of the main hall.
She looked up at Chen Jin who was resting on the tree trunk. Her eyes were darker than the wooden eaves illuminated by the cold moonlight outside.
"Let Wu Yang come over, immediately."
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