Chapter 55 Bell "Wife, I can't see..." ...
"Why are you talking about children?"
Although He Jiyue had doubts in her heart, she didn't keep Wen Zheliu in suspense and replied calmly, "I like it."
Like it? Very good.
A spark of hope flashed in Wen Zheliu's round eyes.
"Thank you, my lady, for clearing up my confusion. May I ask you one more question?"
Still asking? Is this the time to ask questions?
The restlessness was interrupted back and forth. Even though He Jiuyue understood that Wen Zheliu was pregnant, she couldn't help feeling a little impatient. She poked his soft belly, and like a tiger trapped in a cage, it swung its tail, making a "pa pa" sound.
"Well, you ask."
Wen Zheliu carefully observed her expression and asked, "Does the princess prefer girls? Or boys?"
"A girl," He Jiuyue answered without hesitation. Noticing Wen Zheliu's thin lips pursed and his gaze became evasive, she gritted her teeth and added, "A boy is fine, too."
It's not that she favors girls over boys, but as a woman, there are differences between men and women, and it's difficult for her to discipline the opposite sex.
But this child was born after Wen Zheliu had been pregnant for ten months, so it would be fine if it was a boy.
Wen Zheliu felt relieved.
As long as she can accept it, he won't be abandoned by her even if he gives birth to a boy.
If she is lucky enough to give birth to a girl, he can also benefit from the child's glory. A father is honored by his son. In this way, as long as he gives birth to a son for her, neither of them will lose out.
"Have you finished asking?" He Jiuyue's eyes were heavy, like ink that would not fade away.
Wen Zheliu nodded obediently: "I have finished asking questions."
Now that you’ve asked, you can get down to business.
He Jiyue held Wen Zheliu's slightly bulging belly with one hand, and gently unbuttoned the half-fastened button on his collar with the other hand: "Now that you've asked, it's my turn to eat."
"County, County Master..."
The lewd music was heard everywhere. Chen Jin, who was guarding outside the door, climbed up the tree silently, not daring to listen to the world of the two people inside.
She really should find a husband.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Wen Zheliu either fell asleep alone or with He Jiuyue.
When he was sober, he allowed himself to sink into depravity; when he was confused, he even indulged He Jiuyue in manipulating him like a puppet, just like a cat turning over its belly, exposing its softest part to its owner without any cover.
Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows, warming the entire house.
"Come, to the bronze mirror."
He Jiyue gently helped Wen Zheliu down from the bed and carefully put on his boots and socks. "Today is sunny, it's a good time to go out. We will go to the prayer temple later. Before we go, I will dress you up, okay?"
He Jiuyue personally dressed him up?
Wen Zheliu's eyes widened. It was the first time he knew how to write "flattered".
"Thank you, my lady."
"There's no need to say more between you and me." Seeing that he had been staying in bed these days, and when he got up, he walked slower than a snail. He Jiuyue bent down and carried him horizontally to the bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror reflected the beauty's face, which was as beautiful as a lotus blooming in clear water, without any rouge.
Wen Zheliu looked much better than when he was in Changle Palace.
His cheeks, which were always pale, now had a little redness.
But the red marks all over his body were particularly obvious on his fair neck. The low-necked clothes could not reach that area, and only wisps of black hair could barely cover it a little.
She is holding the pipa and half covering her face, which makes her appearance even more obvious.
Wen Zheliu was so anxious that her cheeks turned red. She wanted to cover them with her hands, but she accidentally rubbed them twice, and the red color became even brighter.
"There's a cloak that can cover it."
The instigator was still laughing behind him with a big tail wolf look.
Wen Zheliu subconsciously wanted to pout, but also felt strange.
It was a great favor that He Jiuyue was willing to give him a kiss.
Why should he blame? He should be thankful.
But such mottled marks did make it difficult for him to go out and see people...
The two completely different ideas fought for a while, and Wen Zheliu finally just hummed an unclear "hmm", tacitly condoning the occurrence of such behavior.
Although He Jiuyue had Chen Jin serving her, Chen Jin was clumsy and could not tie her hair properly.
Helplessly, He Jiuyue taught himself.
She used to be a little girl who loved beauty. She learned a lot of fancy braiding techniques when she was young, but she had no one to rely on in the capital. As the saying goes, "A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind." Her status was awkward, so any fancy braiding style seemed ostentatious to her.
Moreover, she was proficient in both literature and martial arts. Just learning martial arts skills and reciting books and texts would make her so tired that she would just stick to her bed and fall asleep.
This skill is no longer useful.
Wen Zheliu was always bedridden, and it was inconvenient to take care of his hair even if it was braided, so the two of them could be said to have the same problem.
Now that Wen Zheliu's health has improved, she has some free time. If she doesn't brush up on her skills now, when will she do it?
Wen Zheliu's black hair, which had been draped over his shoulders for the past two days, was neatly groomed by He Jiuyue, and all of it was neatly pinned to the silver hairpin, contrasting with his fair forehead.
"Would you like some powder?" He Jiuyue touched the box containing rouge and powder.
Wen Zheliu smiled sweetly: "I will listen to the princess."
He Jiuyue paused holding the eyebrow pencil.
"Don't call me Princess anymore."
When Wen Zheliu heard this, his body stiffened.
So what was he going to call her? He Da Sima?
He Jiuyue picked up the brush and drew two strokes on his thin eyebrows, adding a bit of bright and lively look: "As I said before, call me wife."
Wen Zheliu blushed again: "...Okay."
After briefly applying a layer of gouache on his face, He Jiuyue looked in the bronze mirror and took out the jade earrings from another box.
Because of the bells embedded in them, the tasseled earrings swayed with her fingertips and collided with each other, making a crisp tinkling sound.
The sound is not loud, but it lasts for a long time.
Like plain love, it lasts forever.
Normally boys would get their ears pierced and wear earrings when they were about ten years old, but Wen Zheliu was bedridden at the time and it was uncertain whether he could survive, so he never got his ears pierced.
If you want to wear earrings, you must first pierce the holes.
He Jiuyue was afraid that he would feel pain, so she took out the thinnest silver needle.
It was the first time that a hole was drilled in the earlobe. Wen Zheliu couldn't help but humming as he felt an itchy sensation like ants and insects biting him.
"Does it hurt?" He Jiuyue had just scratched the skin.
"No," Wen Zheliu was weak and sickly, and could endure pain the best, but in front of He Jiyue, he couldn't help but show weakness, "I can accept it, County... My wife, please go ahead and pierce me."
He Jiuyue put away the needle.
"That's nothing. If you're afraid of the pain, I can send the jade back to the craftsman and have her make something else, like a bracelet or something like that. It would look nice when worn on your wrist, and it wouldn't hurt."
"No, nothing else is needed. I just like these earrings."
When Wen Zheliu heard that if he didn't like the jade pendant, He Jiyue would still go back and forth, she panicked: "It's just that this is my first time getting my ears pierced, so I'm a little uncomfortable. It's okay."
He Jiuyue found the right spot and moved steadily, accurately and ruthlessly. Soon, she had poked a small hole in his earring.
The base of the earrings was made of white jade, inlaid with a silver bell, and the tassel at the end was as red as fire. He Jiuyue looked at the person in the mirror and gently put them on for him.
"Do you like these earrings?" she whispered in his ear.
"I like it. Thank you, my lady."
Wen Zheliu stared at the beauty in the mirror in a daze.
He hasn't dressed up since his adoptive mother and father passed away.
Even if he wanted to win He Jiuyue's heart at the welcoming banquet, he just casually put on some rouge. This was the first time he dressed so formally.
But in ordinary families, it's the man who dresses his wife...
"But as your husband, I have never tied your hair. I wonder... do I have this honor?"
"It's up to you, as long as you don't get tired."
He Jiyue reached out and plucked his earrings, her voice ringing along with the crisp bells: "Zheliu, there is no need to call yourself a slave."
"...Yes." Wen Zheliu responded with a red face.
The two of them snuggled together at the dressing table, as sweet as if they had just gotten married.
But Wen Zheliu's messy hair-tying skills ruthlessly broke this beautiful scene.
He worked hard for a long time but could only manage to tie his hair into a bun.
As he was trying to get the hairpin, his hand loosened and the bun that had just appeared fell apart again. The smooth black hair was scattered on He Jiuyue's shoulders, adding a bit of tenderness to the general who usually looked cold and heartless.
Wen Zheliu was completely deflated and knelt down gently.
"I'm sorry, my dear wife, I'm clumsy and can't even do something as simple as tying my hair. Please punish me."
A husband from an ordinary family is very good at serving his wife. He knows how to tie her hair, serve tea, grind ink, mend clothes, and does it all well.
And he doesn't even know how to tie his hair.
He is not a qualified husband.
"You've been living a life of luxury since childhood, never having to touch water. It's normal for you not to know these things."
He Jiuyue reached out his hand and gently lifted up Wen Zheliu, who was looking down and didn't dare to look at him: "Wen Guiyun, I don't need you to do this."
The smell of willow branches making my nose feel sore.
He Jiuyue tapped the corner of his eye with her fingertips: "Why are your eyes red? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, I'm not feeling uncomfortable." Wen Zheliu raised his sleeve and hurriedly wiped away the tears that were about to fall from his eyes. "I'm just, so happy."
He Jiuyue was so good to him, as perfect as the full moon, even more beautiful than the dreams he had secretly had in Changle Palace. He didn't dare to take it seriously, but the scene here was really to his liking.
If this was a dream, he just wanted to pray not to wake up.
He Jiuyue took out the handkerchief hidden in her sleeve and slowly wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Little cat, let's go."
Chen Jin saw them coming out hand in hand. Wen Zheliu leaned straight towards He Jiyue, as if she was weak and boneless. He Jiyue did not hide and could not stop laughing: "Princess, shouldn't I start preparing for the wedding banquet?"
He Jiuyue helped Wen Zheliu into the carriage, and then her face turned cold.
"Don't talk about anything that's not even remotely relevant."
The road to Qifu Temple has not been repaired, and the carriage ride is a bit bumpy.
He Jiyue was always riding horses and was used to the bumpy ride. At first, she didn't notice it, but when she saw Zheliu's face getting paler and paler, she realized something was wrong: "Uncomfortable?"
"A little, no problem."
Wen Zheliu's lips were pale, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "My wife, don't worry. I'll be fine after a sleep."
He Jiuyue gently held him in her arms.
"If you feel too uncomfortable, don't bear it. There are many doctors in the capital."
"...Thank you, my wife." Burying himself in her strong arms, Wen Zheliu felt the churning in his stomach, and it finally calmed down a little.
It’s like drifting aimlessly in the vast ocean, and suddenly finding a ship returning to port. It feels as comfortable as stepping onto solid ground.
He lay quietly for a while, and suddenly felt the light outside his eyelids gradually fade.
He opened his eyes suddenly when he heard the willow being broken.
So dark.
Even if he was nestled in He Jiuyue's arms, the scene he saw shouldn't be so dark.
Could it be that he couldn't see clearly...
No, this is beyond the realm of being unable to see clearly, this is completely invisible!
"My wife!"
Wen Zheliu suddenly raised his head, his little face turned pale, as if he had seen something terrifying.
He bit his lower lip tightly, and groped He Jiuyue's neck with his bare hands. He moved his fingertips upwards, tracing the outline of the person. After confirming that it was He Jiuyue, he frowned and continued crying with the unfinished words.
"Wife, I can't see..."
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