Chapter 6 Hate Her "Why call him 'Mr. Wen'? He is a slave."...
After touching his forehead, He Jiuyue gently moved Wen Zheliu away and turned over to get off the bed.
It was so hot that if he didn't call the imperial physician over, he would probably go crazy from the fever.
But he was too undisciplined and had too much temper. If he hadn't been unconscious from the fever, he would have gritted his teeth and persevered. Maybe he would have gone crazy from the fever...even better.
"Wuhuan... um, He Wuhuan..."
He actually called her name in a coma?
Faintly hearing Wen Zheliu still mumbling, He Jiuyue subconsciously turned back, lowered his head, and put his ear close to his mouth, but heard three unexpected words.
"I hate you."
He...hates her?
His words were like a blazing fire, scorching He Jiuyue so much that she was stunned and pulled away abruptly.
It's not surprising. She was so cruel and tortured him for half the night. He was never a stubborn person. Even if he fell to the ground, he would not completely surrender.
But, hate, what an interesting word.
People often say, "What is love in this world? It makes people swear to be together for life and death." It seems that love is so lingering and sad. But in fact, hatred is even worse.
"Hate" that has a basis in fact is much more unforgettable than "love" that is illusory.
Just because Wen Zheliu kept shouting out hatred even when he was unconscious, she couldn't let him be stupid.
If a cat's claws are removed, although it no longer hurts when it scratches people, it also loses its rare and precious wildness. It will become like Xiaoqing, as docile as a puppet, and will only know how to please people according to the instructions of its master. How boring.
He Jiuyue looked down at Wen Zheliu coldly for a few breaths, then turned and left.
He has fallen to this point because he needs her pity, not because she needs his favor. If she can't control his heart, can she control him as a person?
She was walking in a hurry and didn't hear Wen Zheliu murmuring over and over again behind her: "I love you more."
Chen Jin waited outside the house all night, staring at the tip of the osmanthus tree planted in the yard. From time to time, he heard the expected noises coming from the house, and he felt that it was indeed true.
She used to think that the princess was not interested in men, otherwise why would she reject the charming Xiaoqing again and again?
Now she understood completely.
The princess is a normal woman, even a tougher one than an ordinary woman, but the person in front of her is not right.
After the thrilling noise, the house was quiet for a long time. Chen Jin wondered how far the two had come. He couldn't help but walk around behind the window and look inside cautiously.
He Jiuyue was just pushing the door open with a creak, and the two of them looked at each other.
Being caught peeking, Chen Jin immediately scratched his head and said, "You, and Master Wen...?"
When He Jiuyue heard the three words "Master Wen", she felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Wen Zheliu was indeed the Master Wen who stood shoulder to shoulder with her, but now, he was just her slave hidden in the house.
Even if she still showed her brilliance, it only belonged to her, He Jiuyue.
"Why call him 'Master Wen'? He is a slave."
Being a slave doesn't stop you from torturing me all night.
Chen Jin couldn't say directly, "You cherish him so much, please don't hurt him, or you'll be heartbroken." She just curled her lips and said, "You are wise and brave, is Wen Zheliu okay?"
"You talk about him every two sentences. Do you care about him very much?" He Jiuyue asked indifferently.
"I dare not." Your joys and sorrows are all tied to Wen Zheliu. As her adjutant, how could she, Chen Jin, not pay attention to him? Since you were unwilling to speak openly, she had no choice but to ask shamelessly!
"Dizzy, and still burning."
He Jiuyue subconsciously wanted to ask Chen Jin to invite Wu Yang, the most skilled doctor in the Imperial Hospital. But then she remembered that Xiaoqing said the prescription Wu Yang prescribed was ineffective, and she couldn't help but feel conflicted.
But Wu Yang is the hospital envoy. If even she can't do anything, then there is really no way to save the situation.
"Find Wu Yang here."
Wen Zheliu had been unconscious for most of the day. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the setting sun shining into the house through the half-open window. The afterglow was no longer glaring, but he still had a splitting headache.
After closing his eyes and relaxing for a while, he realized that Wu Yang was standing outside the tent.
"Mr. Wen, how are you?" Wu Yang, the Wu Yuanshi, was a fat middle-aged woman with a perpetual smile on her face and she always spoke slowly. This was not the first time she had treated Wen Zheliu. He had been weak for many years, and in the past she had to go to the Prime Minister's residence every three days or half a month.
But at this moment, Wu Yang's face was full of worry.
"You've always known that you're in poor health and need to be more careful on a daily basis. How could you kneel in the snow and... indulge yourself in a high fever? How could you not take care of your body like this?"
How can he love someone else when he lives under someone else's roof?
"...Thank you for the advice, Envoy."
Wu Yang couldn't bear to see such a weak and sickly patient who couldn't be treated well, so he sighed.
"At least ask the princess to get you a stove to warm up. She has a strong internal heat, so she won't get sick even if she wears thin clothes on a snowy day. You have a cold body, so you must pay special attention to keeping warm. Otherwise, you will be like now, covered with a thick blanket, but your hands and feet will be colder than the snow outside."
Wen Zheliu was about to say something polite when a familiar voice interrupted him.
"Brother Zheliu, I came here at this moment. I hope I didn't disturb you."
Xiaoqing led a servant and walked in through the main gate.
Noticing Wu Yang, he bowed his head and saluted: "The court official is here too? Great! I've arrived just in time. The tranquilizing prescription you prescribed last time might need some changes."
Wu Yang's husband is a tough one, and he will try to turn away patients of the opposite sex whenever possible. Wen Zheliu is a chronic patient, and her husband can tolerate her, but Xiaoqing is not. If it weren't for He Jiuyue's face, she would not be willing to come to treat Xiaoqing.
Seeing him coming, Wu Yang was like a monk who had strayed into the Silkworm Cave. He hurriedly bowed and retreated: "You guys chat, I'm leaving first."
Although there was no fire in the room, it was still warm. Wu Yang was willing to stay outside in the wind. She couldn't help but sigh that He Jiuyue was twenty years younger than her after all, and he had practiced martial arts at a young age and was strong and healthy.
She deserves the blessing of being able to handle two people at once.
Wen Zheliu did not forget Xiaoqing's invitation to his favor last night, and wondered why Xiaoqing came to see him, her competitor.
"What are you doing here?"
"Of course I'm here to visit you, Brother Zheliu," Xiaoqing gestured to the servants behind her to put the food box on the table. "I heard that Brother Zheliu was ill, so I specially made a nourishing black chicken soup. Please don't blame me, Brother, for my poor cooking skills."
He specially scooped out a small bowl and handed it to Wen Zheliu.
Being ill always meant having no appetite, so Wen Zheliu didn't reach out to take the drink. Instead, he bowed his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately, I'm ill and don't like to eat... Let's put it aside for now."
Xiaoqing asked the servant to pour out the soup in the bowl: "I thought you were a young master, and you looked down on me for my lowly status."
Why is he saying this in such a sarcastic tone?
Before Wen Zheliu could finish his sentence, "It's not that I dislike you," Xiaoqing suddenly crossed her arms and asked him coldly, "You, were you pampered by the princess all night yesterday?"
Xiaoqing actually knew the answer before asking this question.
Even the white back of his hand that he could see had clear teeth marks.
As for the neck that he couldn't see and the body covered by clothes, they were probably marks left by the princess.
Why would you, when you're so sick, dare to hear about broken willows?
Could it be because of this pretty face?
When he heard about Zheliu, his brows slightly furrowed.
He thought of the man's name "Xiaoqing", which had the same last character as his elder brother Wen Liuqing's name, and felt more intimate with Xiaoqing. Even if he had to serve He Jiuyue together with Xiaoqing, he could reluctantly accept it.
But Xiaoqing...seems like she has no good intentions.
"The princess is an old friend of yours, and Wu Yang, the Wu Yuanshi, is also very familiar with you. Wen Zheliu, does the princess know that you are so attractive?"
He has been weak and sickly since he was born. Since he learned to read, Wu Yang has always been by his side. He and Wu Yang are friends regardless of age difference. Wu Yang's husband didn't say anything, so why did Xiaoqing jump out and say that he is a attractor?
"You are slandering me."
This is natural. Wen Zheliu's extraordinary beauty is the root of sin.
Xiaoqing bent down and looked at him carefully with her almond-shaped eyes.
"Last night the lights were dim, and I didn't have time to see your face clearly. Now that I see you, you're truly beautiful... But your face is flushed, so the fever must still be there. No wonder the princess broke her vows with you. A beauty in illness is truly a cause for pity."
The slightly longer armor on his fingertips slowly scraped across Wen Zheliu's delicate cheek.
Not itchy, but painful.
When he heard about the willow being broken, alarm bells immediately rang in his heart.
"what are you up to?"
Just at this moment, Wu Yang shouted outside.
"Have you finished your conversation? If not, we can talk about it another time. Wen Zheliu, it's time to change your medicine."
Xiao Qing paused, "What can I do? The princess cherishes you more than her own precious child, wishing she could scabbard you and hang you on her waist. What else can I do to you? Of course, I wish you a speedy recovery."
"Brother Zheliu," he said, smiling as he left. "We have a long way to go."
As soon as Xiaoqing went out, Wu Yang squeezed into the house.
"What were you talking about just now? Did he bully you?"
"Nothing," Wen Zheliu knew that she was powerless to intervene in He Jiyue's backyard affairs, so she simply avoided talking about it, "It's just that I have something I want to ask you."
"you say."
Wen Zheliu pondered for a moment.
"Can a person survive after being beheaded?"
"Of course not!" Wu Yang felt that the answer to his question was too clear and not worth asking at all. He subconsciously frowned and said, "If you really see it, please tell me. It's simply a medical miracle!"
"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your enlightenment." After sending Wu Yang away, Wen Zheliu was still puzzled.
So what exactly happened to his elder brother coming back to life?
Night, side hall.
He Jiuyue was wearing casual clothes, and she had the scent of ambergris specially supplied by the palace on her body. As soon as she entered the room, she took off her outer clothes, then looked around the room and found the food box on the table.
"Has Xiaoqing been here?"
"Yeah." Wen Zheliu did not forget his identity as a criminal slave. He wanted to get down from the couch and pay his respects, but was stopped by He Jiuyue.
"You should have less dealings with him."
Wen Zheliu lay back down obediently: "Why?"
There was no guarantee that there were no spies planted in the mansion. He Jiuyue could not say directly that Xiaoqing was a person planted in the mansion by the Minister of Revenue, so she only tucked him in.
"Xiaoqing and you are competitors. I'm busy with official business and have limited time to come to the backyard. If you befriend him, aren't you afraid that he will steal the favor that belongs to you?"
Wen Zheliu didn't want to be trapped in this side hall and fight Xiaoqing to the death, so he wanted to find something serious to do.
"I haven't asked the princess yet, what do I do on a daily basis?"
He Jiuyue didn't expect him to serve as a soldier.
"You're too small to handle shopping and unloading. Sweeping the house inside and out, serving tea and welcoming guests, which one can you do?"
Wen Zheliu pursed her lips and did not answer.
He had never done these menial jobs before.
"...Slave can learn."
"You don't know any?" He Jiuyue spread her five fingers slightly, making a wooden comb, and smoothed Wen Zheliu's black hair, which was not restrained by a hairband, and pinched his round white earlobe. "Then just wash yourself obediently and wait for me to come."
No.
He didn't want to be like Xiaoqing, who just worked hard on the couch.
Not to mention that his elder brother's whereabouts were unknown, he had to go back to the alley to check the situation... He wasn't from the Central Plains, so why did he stay here for so long? Would Ji Yue personally send him to see his adoptive mother and father after she found out his identity?
Wen Zheliu tried to take Xiaoqing's strengths of being coquettish and coaxing people to make up for his own weakness of preferring to break rather than bend, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his true colors were revealed.
"No."
His thin lips moved, and only a stubborn word came out, and all the pleas for mercy he had prepared for afterwards were blocked.
The feeling of satisfaction had not yet worn off. He Jiuyue was in a good mood and did not care about his offense. She buried her head in Wen Zheliu's shoulder and talked to him slowly and leisurely.
"You can say 'no' all you want. It's no use saying it a hundred times or a thousand times. You have no right to lose your temper now."
Wen Zheliu bit her lip and remained silent.
Indeed, he is now like a pet locked in the house by her. Every move he makes requires her approval. How can he have the right to say "no"?
"Why are you looking so sad? You're not happy to do what I told you to do?"
Wen Zheliu kept shaking his head.
He really wasn't happy about it, but he had no choice.
When He Jiuyue saw him grab the quilt to cover his head, she thought he was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to end his life, so she tore the quilt into pieces.
"What? Are you going to suffocate yourself with the quilt?"
Cotton wool leaked out from the seams of the quilt and silently spilled onto their clothes. She looked down at him condescendingly.
"Are you so willing to die in glory rather than live in disgrace?"
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