Chapter 73: The corners of his eyes were red and a thin layer of water formed...
No matter which of the above two types the person in front of him belongs to, he must know Wen Zheliu.
Then she might as well take advantage of the situation.
Just continue to test him with that painting.
He Jiuyue seized the opportunity and took advantage of Wen Zheliu opening his eyes to unfold the scroll in front of him, forcing him to look directly at the person in the portrait.
"Wen Zheliu." She actually called his name directly.
A name grows with a person.
Even if you change your name in the future, there is no guarantee that you won't have a special reaction when you hear others call your former name.
He Jiuyue is gambling.
Bet he'd be overcome by his instinct to answer, or overcome his most primitive reaction and lie to her.
Wen Zheliu inserted his five fingers into the root of her thigh.
The sharp nails scratched the skin and flesh, causing a layer of blood.
He bit his lips hard and didn't say a word.
He Jiuyue looked from Wen Zheliu's calm face, to his legs leaning quietly on the couch, and then to his hands hidden under the blanket, and did not find any flaws.
It's strange, if he wants to show his loyalty and go to her princess's mansion to enjoy wealth and glory under the identity of Wen Zheliu.
Then he should pretend to be flattered.
You should accept this title with joy.
If he really was Wen Zheliu, why could he control his body's instincts and remain calm in response to her call?
This is really strange.
Could it be that he really is not Wen Zheliu?
The two of them held each other for a moment, and the only sounds in the carriage were the rustling of falling snow and the deep and shallow breathing sounds that had come from outside.
"I am ignorant and don't know what your intention is in taking out this scroll again."
Finally, I heard the sound of willow branches being cut and couldn't bear the loneliness, so I broke it first.
He lowered his eyes slightly, with the attitude of a subordinate.
He Jiuyue stared at Wen Zheliu's phoenix eyes that showed no emotion, as if she wanted to pierce through his calm mask and reach the depths of his soul.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like Wen Zheliu?"
When he heard Zheliu, his pupils shrank.
Realizing that he was in front of He Jiuyue, his every move would be magnified. He had not controlled his instinctive reaction just now, which was very likely to arouse her suspicion again. Wen Zheliu coughed twice to cover up his mistake, pretending to be in so much pain that he couldn't control the changes in his facial features.
He Jiuyue was not satisfied with just calling his name, so she had to take the scroll and question him about his true identity?
“…Never.”
He Jiuyue suddenly leaned over and closed the distance between them.
"If you haven't heard of Wen Zheliu's name, then why do you keep looking away when I ask about him?"
Naturally, he was feeling uneasy, so his eyes were evasive.
Both of them understood the hidden meaning.
It was just He Jiuyue and Wen Zheliu, each pulling at one end of the rope, to see who would let go first.
After all, there is no substantial evidence for this kind of thing.
It is not impossible to draw a conclusion, but it is a bit far-fetched.
Wen Zheliu pretended to cough a few times.
"This young man, ahem, has a celestial figure, as bright as the moon. How can a humble man like me, a commoner who can't even read a single word, compare to him? Thank you for your kindness."
The high fever that had been suppressed for a long time by tension suddenly fought back like crazy and occupied his entire mind.
My vision went dark and I felt dizzy.
Wen Zheliu wished he could just close his eyes and fall asleep.
He Jiuyue stroked his hot cheek.
"I heard that Xiyue has a pill that can change one's appearance. I wonder how to detoxify this pill?"
The only remaining consciousness suddenly returned, and Wen Zheliu's Adam's apple rolled.
"Please forgive me, my knowledge is limited. I have only heard of this kind of pill. As for how to make it and how to cure it, if you want to know, I'm afraid you'll have to ask Commander Dugu."
"Hmm." He Jiuyue hummed indifferently.
She ran her fingertips along Wen Zheliu's cheek, roughly tracing it in a circle, and then carefully picked up the edges.
Her movements were light, but not gentle.
"What are you...doing?"
With his body stiff, Wen Zheliu's heartbeat quickened as He Jiuyue groped him back and forth for several rounds.
...Is she checking whether he has veneers on his face?
That’s not the case.
He only took the pills and didn't get any facial skin.
This crude trick couldn't fool He Jiuyue.
Neither of them spoke a word. Wen Zheliu endured quietly for a few breaths. Just when I thought He Jiyue was going to stop, I heard her say.
"I'm sorry."
He Jiuyue let out a soft sigh.
His hand ripped open Wen Zheliu's collar and reached straight for his heart.
The red string with the amulet hanging on it was tied around Wen Zheliu's neck by her own hands. The tying technique was so precise that only she could untie it.
Unless, cut the knot off.
But she suddenly attacked, and Wen Zheliu had no martial arts skills, so no matter how fast he moved, he could not cut the knot under He Jiuyue's nose and hide it in a hidden place.
He Jiuyue first quickly probed with her hands, but to no avail, then hurriedly tore open Wen Zheliu's clothes.
Empty.
There was no amulet that she had hung up with her own hands.
Just smell the broken willows and feel hot, like burning charcoal in a stove.
“What are you doing?!”
The man's most important innocence was tarnished, and Wen Zheliu subconsciously reached out to hit He Jiuyue's hand that was placed on his heart.
But at the last moment, he remembered that he couldn't afford to offend this person, so his hand stopped in mid-air.
The corners of his eyes were red and covered with a thin layer of mist.
It was like a good husband being harassed by a powerful and frivolous scoundrel with a beautiful exterior. He felt so aggrieved that he surged like spring water in the river, and he didn't know who to tell.
It is simply the embodiment of the word "wronged".
Ah, she really behaved like a lecher this time.
He Jiuyue suddenly withdrew his hand.
"…Sorry, it was an emergency."
In her heart, she thought he was Wen Zheliu, so she behaved recklessly.
But intuition is bound to have omissions.
Now, not only did Wen Zheliu fail to find the woman, but he also ruined the reputation of someone else's good husband.
What a sin.
"Your Excellency is a royal concubine, so everything you do must have its own reasons. I am unwilling to cooperate, and I have to trouble you to do it yourself. This is my fault."
Wen Zheliu leaned back on the couch and bowed softly, "I hope you will show some mercy and not take it to heart."
His "generosity and understanding" was like a sudden gust of wind, completely extinguishing the fire of hope in He Jiuyue's heart that "he is Wen Zheliu".
I have never heard of such generosity in breaking willow branches.
He really is not Wen Zheliu.
"I'm in the wrong this time, and you don't hold it against me. It's because you're broad-minded. How can I blame you for this?"
He Jiuyue waved her hand, telling him not to worry too much, and turned around to leave in style. Whether in the Central Plains or Western Yue, men all valued reputation.
She stayed in his carriage for so long.
If he had a wife, he would probably be divorced. If he didn't have a wife, it would be even more difficult, and he might never get married.
"I wonder if you have a wife?" He Jiuyue asked in a low voice.
Wen Zheliu fell silent again.
Yes, more than yes.
This person is still far away in the horizon, but also right in front of us.
But she is so gentle to other men.
But he did all kinds of things to this man who was suspected to be "Wen Zheliu".
"...No." Wen Zheliu answered neatly.
Although he had refused, his eyes were still fixed on He Jiuyue, his back slightly arched, like a cat that had a quarrel with its master, its fur all standing on end, and needed the master to coax it personally.
But what's there to cheer about?
Since he already has a wife, she should stop harassing him.
But this person is still very strange.
If he really had nothing to do with this matter, why would his eyes reveal hope?
What is he expecting?
"I've ruined your innocence because of my inconsiderateness. I originally asked if you were married because I thought if you didn't have a wife and I ruined your reputation, you wouldn't be able to get married. You could come to my Princess's Mansion."
He Jiuyue took out a silver ingot from her purse and stuffed it into Wen Zheliu's hand.
"This silver ingot is a gift of apology. Please accept it."
Wen Zheliu didn't hear anything about ingots or not.
He was tripped up by He Jiuyue's words "If you can't get married, you can just come to the Princess's Mansion."
He Jiuyue wants to take other men back home.
She actually wants to marry another man?
She said that he would be the only man left in the princess's mansion!
Did this promise disappear with his disappearance?
He felt a sudden pain in his lower abdomen and an itchy throat. Wen Zheliu clutched a handkerchief and started coughing. After coughing twice, he was out of breath.
He Jiuyue took the silver ingots and wanted to give money to other men.
She is really kind and generous!
Wen Zheliu pulled his hand away, and the gold ingot fell to the ground with a "plop".
"Silver ingots, no need. Ahem, they are too valuable. I cannot afford them. Please take care, my lord. Ahem, please forgive me. I am very sick and cannot get up. Ahem, I cannot see you off."
He coughed so hard that his chest felt stuffy and he was short of breath. He couldn't even speak a complete sentence, but his polite remarks came out in fragments. He kept coughing and talking, and refused to stop. In the end, he curled up on the couch, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs.
How could a healthy person become so sick?
He Jiuyue used a handkerchief to separate them, grabbed Wen Zheliu's forearm, counted two horizontal fingers, and pressed down with his fingertips.
"Does it hurt? This is Liequexue on the Lung Meridian. It can relieve cough and asthma. It might be effective."
He Jiuyue thought that if the meridians were unobstructed there would be no pain, and if there was pain there was blockage. Wen Zheliu was coughing so violently that there must be blockage in his lung meridian. He Jiuyue was worried that haste makes waste, so he did not use too much force rashly.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Wen Zheliu was still in so much pain that he wanted to withdraw his hand.
Having expected this, He Jiuyue did not force him, but simply moved her fingertips upwards and touched his tiger's mouth.
"There's also a Hegu point here, which is very effective in treating coughs. However, pregnant men should use it with caution as it can cause miscarriage. However, since you're not pregnant, you don't need to worry about it."
Wen Zheliu felt dizzy and lazy all over. Even the hand that He Jiuyue touched was as hot as charcoal.
"Thank you for your guidance, Princess."
He tilted his head back slightly, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, swaying down his cheeks and all the way to his jaw. He pursed his thin lips, as if he could not bear the tremendous pain.
He Jiuyue's heart tightened.
Wen Zheliu's face turned cold again, and He Jiyue thought he felt that her behavior had crossed the line between men and women.
That’s true.
They just met by chance.
He also heard about breaking willows, but the similarities were only slight.
Why should she worry?
He Jiuyue quickly picked up the handkerchief and pulled her hand away.
"I'm not very knowledgeable about medicine, but my husband also suffers from this cough. Pressing these two acupoints can relieve it. He's pregnant, so pressing the Hegu acupoint is inconvenient, so I'm being more careful. You can try it if you have any contraindications."
Seeing Zheliu's dazed expression, He Jiuyue thought he was scared silly and waved his hand and left.
"Goodbye."
Looking at He Jiuyue's back gradually walking away, Wen Zheliu's throbbing buried deep in his heart vaguely rekindled.
How he wanted to take advantage of the impulse in his heart, throw himself into He Jiuyue's arms, tell her the whole story, and beg for her forgiveness.
"Mr. He." Wen Zheliu's voice trembled slightly.
He Jiuyue turned around.
"how?"
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