Chapter 56: Fear "It doesn't hurt anymore, breaking the willow, it doesn't hurt anymore." ...
He can't see?
It was clearly morning with the sun high in the sky. He Jiuyue had just been walking on the road and was sweating lightly. When she heard this, she immediately fell into the world of ice in just one piece of clothing.
The beauty in front of her was crying miserably. He Jiuyue did not dare to panic. She calmed herself down and gently hugged Wen Zheliu.
"Is it that you can't see clearly, or that you can't see?"
In fact, before asking this question, she already had the answer in her heart.
Wen Zheliu has always been nitpicking about words.
Before, he just said "I can't see clearly", which means he still has some vision.
This time, he said "invisible".
Moreover, the corners of his eyes were red, but his pupils were dilated. He was clearly sitting steadily on her lap, and his hand kept stroking her cheek to confirm whether it was her.
"I can't see." Wen Zheliu's voice trembled.
It is true.
In the past, he couldn't see clearly, and it was a small matter, but after much persuasion, he could still sense her outline.
Now that I can't see, it's a big problem.
He Jiyue quickly opened the carriage curtain and told Chen Jin, the driver, "Pull the carriage somewhere and ask Wu Yang to come over."
She just said a few words to Chen Jin, and her hands were still around Wen Zheliu, but Wen Zheliu couldn't stand it.
"He Wuhuan..." The corners of his eyes were red like blood.
Just because I ignored him for a moment, he became so aggrieved?
What should she do when she goes to court? She can't hold him in her arms, right?
He Jiuyue was so soft-hearted.
She unconsciously hugged the person in her arms tighter, and accidentally used too much force, causing Wen Zheliu to fall on her shoulder, humming and calling her name.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
He Jiuyue put one arm around Wen Zheliu's slender waist and the other hand on his shoulder, blowing gently into his ear.
The whole person was surrounded by the unique aura of He Jiuyue. Even though Wen Zheliu couldn't see it, his panicked heart gradually calmed down and his stiff body slowly relaxed.
A faint stabbing pain suddenly came from his chest. Wen Zheliu leaned on He Jiuyue's shoulder and coughed twice.
"Hmm, my heart feels heavy."
He couldn't see anything and had to rely on groping. His fingertips started from He Jiuyue's chin and went all the way down. With the guidance of He Jiuyue who was whispering in his ear, he stumbled and touched her wrist.
"Rub it." Wen Zheliu hummed softly, like a delicate cat.
The pain was like waves, one after another. He only said two words when his pale lips turned purple.
"Okay, I'll rub your chest."
Afraid that he would use too much force and irritate Wen Zheliu, He Jiuyue fumbled for something lumpy and gently rubbed and picked it up.
The pain rose like the morning sun, and Wen Zheliu rubbed against her arms so hard that he almost messed up her hair.
"Is it stuffy or painful?"
Su Zhiwen Zheliu had a heart disease that could be fatal if not taken seriously. She didn't hear him respond for a while, only to see his eyelashes trembling slightly. He Jiyue was afraid that he would faint from the pain, so she quickly took out the medicine bottle from her bosom and said, "I brought some medicine. Want to take one?"
Wen Zheliu opened his mouth to respond, but just as he was about to speak, he felt a sudden itch in his throat.
"Cough, cough, cough!" He coughed so hard that he almost died.
He Jiuyue gently patted his back.
"It's okay. If you can't eat, don't eat. Just take it easy. Wu Yang is on the way. She'll prescribe some medicine and you'll be fine soon."
The smell of broken willows was really uncomfortable. Cold sweat emerged from her snow-white skin like bamboo shoots after rain, one after another, soaking through her back without a word, like ink wetting rice paper.
He was in so much pain that his mind was not clear. He just leaned on He Jiuyue's shoulder and groaned unbearably.
The bells hanging from his white earrings tinkled rhythmically with the slight shake of his head, forming a faint ring in the relatively spacious carriage.
He Jiuyue whispered in his ear to the rhythm of the bells.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, breaking the willow branches, it doesn't hurt anymore."
She said, then kissed him on the corner of his mouth, repeating this over and over again.
At first, Wen Zheliu's hands and feet were shaking because of the suffocation in his heart. When she touched his lips, he couldn't stop whimpering and turned his face away to hide. Later, he was really exhausted and his face became paler, but the corners of his lips were red from her kiss.
"Are you feeling better?" He Jiuyue's voice was a little hoarse.
"...Yeah." Wen Zheliu's face was wet, not sure if it was tears or sweat.
He Jiuyue took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the water and powder off his face: "Wu Yang should be here, I'll lift the curtain and take a look."
The person who came was not Chen Jin, but Dugu Qiu.
She folded her hands and performed the Central Plains etiquette: "I pay my respects to General He."
How strange! Why is Dugu Qiu in the suburbs of Beijing?
Doubts flashed through his mind. He Jiyue looked around, but didn't see Wu Yang. Anxiety gradually rose. He didn't have the mind to think about Dugu Qiu. He just replied with a faint "hmm": "What a coincidence."
Coincidence? No.
Dugu Qiu followed the guidance of Xiyue's spells to find the precious Wen Zheliu.
But she didn't expect that after she followed the rules and found this hidden carriage in the suburbs of Beijing, the person sitting inside was the cold-faced devil He Jiuyue.
She carefully looked outside several times before she realized that the spell was not lying.
Wenzhe Liu is there, but she is hiding in He Jiuyue's arms.
Well, there are so many people their prince likes, why should he lower his posture and humbly pursue this female devil?
He Jiuyue is well-known for her ruthless love.
In her heart, there is only the beautiful territory of Xiyue.
But if He Jiuyue really didn't allow men to get close to her, why could their prince snuggle in her arms?
Knowing that He Jiuyue was not an easy person to get along with, Dugu Qiu was afraid that she would find out if he started talking to her, so he hid in the dark at first and only made gestures to Wen Zheliu, but he did not get a response after many attempts.
Dugu Qiu had no choice but to get close to He Jiuyue and talk to her to attract Wen Zheliu's attention.
But while she was talking to He Jiuyue, she was secretly making gestures to Wen Zheliu, but it still didn't work.
Wen Zheliu just huddled in He Jiuyue's arms, and didn't respond at all to her increasingly anxiously waving hands.
Dugu Qiu's heart hardened and he gritted his teeth.
"Sir, I must return to Xiyue the day after tomorrow. His Majesty has commanded that I must take you with me this time. If you have no objection, I will pick you up at the Princess's Mansion before leaving the capital."
Wen Zheliu still didn't respond.
He was like a statue of a beauty, as bright and beautiful as a mural, but cold and lifeless.
He Jiuyue did take action.
"What are you doing?" She frowned slightly.
He Jiuyue was a veteran after all. Even though she was concerned about the blind Wen Zheliu, she had no patience for Dugu Qiu who appeared out of nowhere. However, her sneaky and repeated little actions were nowhere to be hidden in her eyes.
Dugu Qiu's heart skipped a beat.
In her haste, she forgot Wen Zheliu's identity, which was top secret in the Central Plains.
Especially we must not let this Sima He know.
Firstly, their young master is in love with He Jiuyue. If he knew his identity, the two of them would never be together.
Secondly, it was also to protect Wen Zheliu so that he could leave the Central Plains better. After all, the young talent who grew up with him was a member of the royal family of the enemy country. I am afraid that no one in power could accept this.
On the surface, the person in power in Central Plains is Emperor Jingming.
If you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. The people of Xiyue only knew Sima He Jiuyue, but did not know Emperor Jingming He Feng.
"General He is busy with all kinds of affairs. I am just a small envoy and will not bother you any more." Knowing that He Jiuyue was already suspicious, Dugu Qiu left decisively as it would not be worth the risk to contact Wen Zheliu who had no response.
Before He Jiyue could figure out what Dugu Qiu was doing with that strange gesture, Wu Yang had already wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and entered awkwardly: "Search..."
"Don't be so polite." He Jiuyue waved her hand. "He can't see anything now. Hurry up and prescribe a prescription."
Wu Yang hadn't rested all night and all morning, and was originally a little sleepy, but when she touched Wen Zheliu's pulse, her eyes widened instantly.
"Princess, this..." She opened her mouth and narrowed her eyes again.
He Jiyue's heart was in her throat, but she remained calm on the surface: "Just say it."
"Young Master's eye disease has struck so thoroughly that it has damaged the root of the disease. If you want to recover quickly, you can only use strong medicine. However, Young Master is weak and I'm afraid he can't withstand strong medicine. I'm also afraid that warming tonic medicine will not be effective."
He Jiyue frowned: "Prescribe the warming tonic first. He just said that his heart hurts, so add the herbs for treating heart disease as well."
"This... I'm afraid I can't do it. These herbs have some counteracting properties. If I take care of one, I'll lose another."
Gently patting the trembling person in his arms, He Jiuyue thought for a moment and said lightly: "Don't touch his heart disease. As for the rest, you can handle it yourself."
Wu Yang quickly grabbed the medicine and presented He Jiuyue with a small gourd-shaped medicine bottle.
"After weighing the pros and cons, I've decided to prescribe a more potent prescription. As medicine is toxic, it may cause other discomfort to you. If you're feeling too uncomfortable, you can give him this."
He Jiyue took it and put it away: "Yes."
Wen Zheliu felt sleepy after taking the medicine. He leaned on He Jiuyue's arms to absorb the medicine, and then went to the prayer temple.
"Princess, we're here." Chen Jin gently lifted a corner of the curtain.
"I see." He Jiuyue lowered her eyes and looked at the person lying in her arms with her eyes closed, not knowing whether she was awake or asleep. "Stop for a while, he's still..."
"Why did the carriage stop? What happened?"
The misty dream of Jiangnan came to an end as the carriage stopped. Wen Zheliu suddenly opened his eyes, and his hand, which was pressed against He Jiuyue's arm, suddenly tightened, grabbing her robe and grabbing several folds.
He moved quickly and accidentally touched the hairpin used to fix the hair, which he had done before going out.
"Nothing happened." He Jiuyue reached out and adjusted the silver hairpin on his head, her voice steady, "We've arrived at the prayer temple."
"Are there a lot of people around? Who are they? What are they talking about? It's so noisy..." Wen Zheliu woke up from his dream with a start. He didn't know what day it was or where he was. His voice trembled and he unconsciously used most of the strength in his hands.
Even though He Jiuyue has been exercising for many years and her arm muscles are much stronger than those of ordinary women, she still can't avoid pain when scratched by Wen Zheliu's slightly long nails.
Blood gradually seeped out, staining her white robe red.
"Don't be afraid, it's safe around here. It's just some pilgrims walking together, chatting about family matters."
He Jiuyue adjusted the hairpin on Wen Zheliu's head with the hand that was not restrained, stopped at his exquisite hair, and rubbed it gently twice, without any trembling in his voice.
She looked out from behind the carriage curtain, her voice unusually soft.
"There's also the abbot. She's sitting on a cushion, spinning her Buddhist beads as she leads the monks in chanting. I don't understand what they're saying. The noise you're talking about is probably from them."
With a rough idea in his mind, Wen Zheliu broke the thin fog in his heart, but he didn't feel relieved. Instead, he felt a pain. His breathing was uneven, mixed with muffled groans that came from the extreme pain and inability to breathe out.
"It hurts, my heart aches..."
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