Chapter 69: Why did he need to hold the blanket between his legs to satisfy him?
Central Plains Imperial Palace.
"Report—"
A voice cut through the silence hanging in the air like a sharp sword.
The soldier in red armor trotted to He Jiuyue's side and knelt on one knee to salute.
"Grand Sima, I've heard news about the young master!"
He Jiuyue paused as he was wiping the knife.
"Speak." She raised her eyelids.
He Jiuyue became curious and was about to hear what happened next, but she saw the visitor's eyes flickering and his lips moving for a long time, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
What is there to hide?
"Speak!" He Jiuyue slammed the knife in his hand onto the table.
The visitor's heart was filled with anxiety and he closed his eyes: "Young Master has fallen off the cliff!"
Fall off a cliff?
Panic was like a glutton aroused by delicious food, like a wildfire caught by the wind, growing wildly in his heart. He Jiuyue unconsciously tightened his five fingers, and his knuckles cracked.
"Didn't I tell you to capture him alive?"
As if he had expected this to happen, the visitor kowtowed deeply.
"Grand Marshal, please forgive me. This happened suddenly. There were so many people wandering around the city gate. Not only did you pick a good horse, you rode it very fast. I was afraid of injuring you, so I didn't dare to take extreme measures. I thought I would just follow him and drain his energy. Who knew... you would fall off the cliff like this!"
She spoke sincerely and told everything, only asking He Jiuyue to give her a lighter punishment.
But after hearing her words, He Jiuyue frowned.
"He, riding a horse? And very fast?"
Wen Zheliu can't ride a horse.
...At least in their memory of knowing each other for more than ten years, he wouldn't.
But if Wen Zheliuruo looked exactly as she imagined him to be, he would not leave the capital and would just wait for her obediently in the princess's mansion.
The entire capital city has been turned upside down by her.
Wen Zheliu must have left the city.
But his indenture was still in her hands, and he didn't have the jade pass, so how did he get out of the city?
Could it be that he has someone helping him behind the scenes?
It can be seen that Zheliu was intelligent. If he was really abducted by someone, he would not leave no information at all.
Moreover, she also sent people to patrol various places in the Central Plains. He couldn't escape openly, and he could also secretly send a message to her people to report it... But the strange thing is, why didn't he report it?
Was he coerced and bribed by the bad guys and couldn't say anything, or was he determined to leave and didn't want to say anything?
If it was the former, I'm afraid there was no one who had such a deep hatred for him.
If it is the latter, why?
Having known each other for more than ten years, she prided herself on understanding Wen Zheliu.
But once the truth came to light, she could not find any trace of Wen Zheliu in the entire Central Plains.
He was like a stone sinking into the ocean, unable to come ashore.
He Jiuyue was filled with thoughts, the past came to mind, and doubts arose.
Wen Zheliu's family had fallen on hard times, and he came to the princess's residence as a criminal slave. How could he have hidden a dagger in his arms that could protect him at any time, but could also hurt others at any time?
Also, the faint, cold fragrance that lingered on Wen Zheliu...
How many secrets did he hide from her?
"To reply to the Grand Marshal, I saw with my own eyes that the young master was riding his horse towards the cliff!" The man who came kowtowed, making a "dong dong" sound.
He Jiuyue's thoughts briefly came back to his senses.
She pinched her solar plexus, which was swollen and painful from lack of sleep and excessive worry. "Are you sure he is Wen Zheliu?"
"I'm certain that face could only belong to Master Wen!" As if fearing He Jiyue wouldn't believe him, the soldier pointed out several colleagues who were on duty at the city gate that day. "Dozens of sisters saw it!"
If Wen Zheliu was real, why would he ride a horse?
But if he is not real, why are the people he met so sure of it?
It's not easy to hide it from so many people.
All kinds of doubts are like water chestnuts at the bottom of a lake, entangled with each other, impossible to cut off and difficult to sort out.
He Jiyue sheathed his sword with a clang, turned his head and instructed Chen Jin, then put his boots on the stirrups and climbed onto Xingyun's back neatly: "Keep an eye on your Majesty, I need to go there myself."
The sky was gray, the wind blew from time to time, and the remaining snow fell from the branches and shattered all over the ground.
Wen Zheliu was lying on the soft couch in the carriage, with several pillows around his neck and waist. Although he was covered with a thick blanket, he still felt empty, as if something was missing.
The pain in his abdomen persisted and even seemed to be getting worse. He couldn't help but tighten the blanket around him.
It was like shrinking into He Jiuyue's warm chest.
"Ugh!" Bursts of pain escaped from the corners of his mouth, and cold sweat oozed from his back and forehead.
Wen Zheliu often felt so uncomfortable that he was about to faint, but was awakened by the needle-like pain in his abdomen. He had no choice but to open his dry lips and inhale the icy cold air.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
How can a delicate heart withstand such a cold breath?
The abdominal pain had just subsided, but the stuffiness in his lungs came back. Wen Zheliu clenched the blanket in his hand and started coughing violently.
His internal organs felt like a half-dirty piece of rice paper, ruthlessly trampled into a ball by the dignitaries. The pain was excruciating. Wen Zheliu subconsciously opened his mouth, trying to relieve the pain by gasping for air from time to time.
But the pain was so severe that he could only breathe halfway before being interrupted by the suffocation.
He curled up like a cat and coughed intermittently for a long time before he recovered from the breathlessness and suffocation.
As consciousness returned, a sticky feeling gradually arose.
At first, Wen Zheliu thought that he was in so much pain that he was losing consciousness, and cold sweat broke out involuntarily on his body.
But he carefully lifted the blanket, and was about to check how much of his clothes were soaked with sweat and whether they needed to be changed, but his face blushed with shame at his shameless posture.
Why did he hold the blanket between his legs?
If you want to keep warm, just tuck a thick blanket under your arms.
Moreover, his limbs were cold, and the large blanket was only slightly warmed up, and was as cold as his body temperature. Only the part that was clamped there was vaguely emitting an ambiguous heat.
It's really strange, the place that is being heated up is not right.
Could it be that he mistook the blanket for He Jiuyue?
Is he that hungry?
Her cheeks were burning with pain. Wen Zheliu bit her trembling lips with her pearly teeth. She made up her mind, closed her eyes, and reached for the blanket with her cold hands.
Fortunately, it was not wet, just a little bit hot.
As for whether the underwear is dirty...
He already knows without asking.
The muffled groan from "pain" just now echoed in his mind from time to time. Wen Zheliu exhaled lightly, buried his face in the blanket, and his cheeks became hot involuntarily.
He originally found it strange.
He is not a person who is afraid of pain, so how could he not be able to bear this kind of dizzy and dull pain, and have to groan softly to feel relieved?
Even humming it out loud feels strangely refreshing.
It turns out that it wasn't because of the pain, it was because...
"Sir, the doctor is here!" Dugu Qiu's voice rang out from outside the carriage. "Would it be convenient for me to come in?"
Wen Zheliu covered the quilt back without leaving a trace.
He touched the white jade amulet, which was warmed by the body and faintly glowing, through several layers of clothes, and rubbed it with his fingertips for a moment with care.
"Enter."
Fortunately, he usually doesn't talk much. Now he only needs to utter one word and then make other sounds. I'm afraid he can't hide the hoarseness after being satisfied.
The country doctor followed Dugu Qiu into the carriage, covered Wen Zheliu's hand with a silk cloth, and lowered his eyes to feel his pulse.
"This young man, are you pregnant?"
Perhaps thinking of the importance of sex, Dugu Qiu sought out one of the few doctors. The doctor stroked his long white beard and said, "You are already deficient in Qi and blood, and you are pregnant. Compared to an ordinary man, you need more care."
There was no need for the doctor to tell him about his frail health, as he had known it since he was a child.
"Cough, cough, cough."
When Dugu Qiu lifted the curtain and brought the doctor in, some biting wind inevitably came in from outside. Wen Zheliu twisted the white handkerchief with her fingertips, covered her lips with it, and coughed lightly from time to time.
"Is there anything wrong with the baby in my belly?"
"Forgive my limited medical skills for not understanding you clearly."
The doctor's thick eyebrows knitted slightly. "But there is one thing that is very strange. Young Master is thin and nearly four months pregnant. Logically, your belly should be visible, not as flat as it looks now."
“…It’s okay.” Just tied up.
It would be fine if the doctor didn’t mention the belly. As soon as he mentioned it, the fetus in the belly started to rebel.
The pain was like waves hitting sand, rolling over and over in the soft internal organs, one wave after another, never stopping.
I was not feeling well and did not want to receive guests when I heard about willow branches being cut.
The doctor was still chattering, but the words he uttered went in one ear and out the other to Wen Zheliu.
"Thank you."
There was an intermittent buzzing in my ears. I could hear the doctor muttering one moment before hearing the willow being cut, and the next moment I fell into a silent abyss.
This doctor came from the countryside and had only superficial medical skills. At best, he could only tell what was wrong with the patient.
As for how to solve it, there is nothing I can do.
Wen Zheliu slowly placed his fingertips on his temples: "Dugu Qiu, see you off."
His head felt dizzy, and he slowly fell down, shrinking into the blanket. His Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, suppressing the acid that was about to burst out at any time.
After only saying two or three sentences, he couldn't even open his eyelids.
When did his health become so bad?
“Hah…”
The cold air, inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, chilled him completely.
The cold sweat and dirt sticking to his body added to the chill. Wen Zheliu was completely defenseless and just clutched the blanket tightly with his fingers. His thin body shivered with excitement.
The pain came and went, retreating slightly when the sound of willow branches being broken became unbearable.
And when he thought he had recovered, he was hit hard.
Wen Zheliu's two hands seemed to be grabbed by two different objects and pulled in opposite directions. His whole body was almost split in half with the tip of his jaw as the line downward.
It was so unbearable that his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
When I regained consciousness, the red sun that was originally high in the sky had become a setting sun that was about to set.
The colorful clouds roll up and stretch out, overlapping in the blue sky. You draw a stroke, I draw a line, and together weave a gorgeous picture.
I woke up when I heard the sound of willows being cut, and saw this scene.
The scenery was so beautiful that he forced himself to look at it for a while, unwilling to close his eyes. Unfortunately, after sleeping for a long time, he inevitably felt dizzy, not to mention that he was already weak.
Wen Zheliu leaned on the soft couch, closed his eyes and rested for a while, but he felt dizzy every time he moved.
He felt a rare sense of hunger in his stomach. Wen Zheliu lowered his gaze from the air to the carriage window. He was about to call Xiaobai, who was standing outside, to bring some food in, but he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
This neat outfit looks very much like...
He Jiuyue, whom he thought about day and night.
His heartbeat stopped, and Wen Zheliu didn't care about the discomfort in his body. He supported himself with his limp hands and rushed to the window coffin.
But He Jiuyue's figure did not appear in front of him.
All that remained was the darkness caused by rising too quickly.
The figure flashed by, and when Wen Zheliu narrowed his eyes and tried hard to restore his vision, the person had already disappeared, and there was no way to find out who he was.
Could it be that the person was not He Jiuyue, and he had misjudged her?
A horse suddenly caught my eye.
Trying to look at it more closely, Wen Zheliu subconsciously frowned.
This tall horse is completely snow-white.
It's moving clouds.
Under He Jiuyue’s seat… Xingyun!
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