Chapter 74: Lei Ming's eyes showed relief, but also inexplicable sadness. ...
One of them was standing, while the other was sitting. Wen Zheliu slightly raised his head, while He Jiuyue lowered his head. Their eyes met, both filled with indescribable emotions.
"Why are you calling me?"
He Jiuyue stepped out of the carriage and turned around, stepping on the blanket on the floor inside the carriage.
Her light armor moved, making a clanging sound like metal colliding with stone. "Could it be that you feel you've been deeply wronged, and one silver ingot isn't enough, so you want more compensation?"
...In her eyes, is he such a petty person?
"No."
Wen Zheliu's heart was in turmoil, and thousands of words were shattered in the waves.
In the end, only four words came out of his mouth.
"Bon Voyage."
There was relief and inexplicable sadness in his eyes.
He Jiuyue was stunned.
"Thank you for your kind words." She waved her hand and jumped lightly from the carriage. The cloth straps on her sleeves tightened, revealing her muscles that had been toiled for months but still kept up with her martial arts training.
This man has a good temper and his mouth is as sweet as honey.
Even though he was bullied and sold by her, he still helped her count the money.
His wife is quite lucky.
But whether her journey will be smooth or not is unknown.
But if she returns to the capital, she will inevitably face a tough battle.
She kidnapped Emperor Jingming and placed him under house arrest in the palace. The news had already spread from the capital.
What is the attitude of the various princes on this?
unknown.
They might continue to be loyal to and protect Emperor Jingming according to the will of the late emperor, or they might weigh the pros and cons and turn against her since she has royal blood and commands tens of thousands of troops.
If it was the former, she would have to put in more effort and send counselors to persuade him.
The latter, I'm afraid, is not so easy.
I just hope they can fight in the Central Plains and there won’t be any trouble at the border.
Otherwise, it would be like adding insult to injury. She could only take care of one thing and not the other. She could not lead the army to guard the capital, nor could she lead the elite troops to the border to suppress the rebellion. In the end, the people suffered.
"Boom—"
There were several thick layers of black clouds in the sky, and it seemed that it was going to snow, but before the snow came, thunder was heard.
Wen Zheliu covered his head with a blanket.
He was very naughty when he was young. Although he was in poor health and could hardly travel far, he had no playmates except the very busy He Jiuyue. But he always liked to hide among the flowers, plants and trees in the prime minister's mansion.
With the love and care of his adoptive mother, father and brother, he is truly lawless.
But one day, he still had enough energy, so he used his hands and feet to climb to the top of the rockery beside the pool, and stood on the high place to enjoy the scenery. When he wanted to come down, he had the problem that it was easier to climb up the mountain than to go down, and he was trapped on the rockery, not daring to move for a while.
The rockery was located next to the pond, and the attendants following him did not dare to act rashly, for fear that the pampered young master in the prime minister's mansion would fall into the water if they were not careful.
The original plan was to set up a ladder and let Wen Zheliu slowly climb down the ladder.
But who knew that water would fall from the sky.
The heavy rain soaked the ladder, and Wen Zheliu's shoes and socks were soaked. He only dared to climb to the top of the ladder but did not dare to stretch his feet.
The thunder still roared, sapping his courage.
Although it happened that day that He Jiuyue was practicing martial arts not far away, and when he saw it was raining, he took shelter in the prime minister's residence. With a flick of his foot, he flew into the sky and carried him down steadily.
But the scene of being isolated and helpless on the rockery, whenever it thundered and rained, he couldn't help but recall the scene and feel sad.
From then on, his biggest fear was thunder.
No matter how heavy the rain was and the water was above his knees, he could still calmly change his shoes and socks. However, when thunder sounded, he couldn't stop trembling.
But this thunder cannot be avoided no matter what.
Even though Wen Zheliu hid in a blanket warmed by the stove and blocked his ears with two small cotton balls, the rough thunder still penetrated the carriage, leaped over the cotton balls, and stirred his heart again and again.
“Hmm!”
Wen Zheliu clenched his teeth, but still let out a muffled groan from the corner of his mouth.
Xiaobai was waiting outside, not knowing what was going on inside. He only heard Zheliu sobbing one after another. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, holding an umbrella and holding the cat, and circling around the carriage.
"Sir, are you okay?"
He heard the buzzing of willow branches in his ears, and didn't even know Xiaobai was calling him.
He felt cold sweat oozing out of his back, and his clean clothes kept getting wet and dry, dry and wet again. He, the person wearing the clothes, was suffering the most.
He floated up and down on the endless coast, and finally raised his head from the sea and was able to catch his breath.
I was also troubled by the abdominal pain.
"Little ancestor, stop kicking."
It was clear that the abdomen was only slightly bulging and there was no fetal movement at all, but the cramps that came one after another always made Wen Zheliu feel that the ancestor was expressing his dissatisfaction.
Otherwise, why would his stomach hurt so badly whenever he left He Jiuyue?
It's all his fault.
He couldn't even keep his wife.
The child born in his belly will also be implicated and suffer with him.
He went back and forth for four or five months during the pregnancy, and only had a short rest in the princess's residence before he was forced to flee the country day and night in a carriage.
If this child died like this, it would be her fate.
In my next life, I hope I don’t find a father like this who is not taken care of by his wife.
"Meow!" A white and furry thing jumped in from the carriage window and pounced straight on Wen Zheliu's knees, stepping on him with its thick pads of flesh, "pat pat".
It was snow jade, the snow jade that He Jiuyue had touched.
Some time ago, He Jiuyue was walking outside, and Wen Zheliu was fidgeting in the carriage. He hoped that He Jiuyue could discover his identity from clues, but he was also afraid that He Jiuyue would expose his little tricks.
He raised his head suddenly and saw He Jiuyue reaching out to touch Xueyu.
She lowered her eyebrows, concealing her murderous intent, leaving only tenderness on her face.
It really fits the saying in the book: There is a fierce tiger in your heart, but you can still smell the roses.
"Xueyu, ahem, come here."
Hearing Zheliu's weak voice, Xueyu stretched out her front legs, shook her head, and followed the sound.
"Meow~" Xueyu rubbed her forehead against his hand, with her tail of moderate thickness raised high, like a hunter returning from hunting, happily holding up her prey to show off.
Even though Wen Zheliu was drowsy, his mouth curled up a little because of his high spirits.
He stretched out his hand and poked the tip of Xueyu's ear.
"She also touched your head and body, didn't she?"
Wen Zheliu hugged Xueyu tightly for a while, then asked it without asking for permission: "Can I hug you?"
Wherever He Jiuyue touched, it was as if there was snow-white fur between them, and his fingers were tightly clasped with He Jiuyue's, with their palms touching.
Xueyu is a considerate cat.
It was quite smart. Seeing Wen Zheliu half-closed his eyes and touched him twice, it curled up and coughed, looking exhausted. It no longer used its head to push Wen Zheliu's hand, but just curled up obediently on his lap, squeezing out a faint snoring sound from its throat.
Xueyu slowly blinked her round blue eyes and kept snoring, which was much more pleasant than the thunder outside.
"Be good." Wen Zheliu patted Xueyu's thick cat fur with his fingertips from time to time, feeling the hot temperature of the cat nestled on his knees.
My heart calmed down a little, and the dizziness caused by the high fever disappeared.
Wen Zheliu closed his eyes completely and was about to fall asleep when he heard Xiaobai ask softly, "Master, will you serve the meal?"
Wen Zheliu shook his head slightly.
"No, I can't eat."
If Xiaobai hadn't mentioned the meal, he wouldn't have felt anything. But as soon as the word "meal" was mentioned, his mouth felt sour and he wanted to vomit.
"Commander Dugu specifically ordered half a pound of preserved plums to be bought at the market. They're sour. The doctor who examined your pulse earlier said that eating sour food during pregnancy is good for the body, so you might want to give it a try."
"Why not something sweet?"
When he hears the word "sour" or talks about breaking willow branches, his face becomes bitter.
It's not that he hates sour taste, he just prefers sweet taste.
"Please try it first." Xiaobai avoided answering, but respectfully presented a plate of preserved plums.
He didn't smell any steam from the heated food, and after looking at Wenzheliu and Li Pu for a while, he didn't feel any discomfort in his stomach. Half-believing and half-doubting, he reached out and took a piece of preserved fruit through a silk handkerchief and gently put it into his mouth.
It tastes slightly sour at first, but after savoring it carefully, you can taste the sweetness of sugar. It really suits your appetite. "Not bad."
Wen Zheliu ate three pieces in a row, then remembered the ancestral rule of "no more than three pieces of food", so his hand stopped in mid-air for a moment and he didn't pick up the fourth piece.
He just retracted his hand and let Xiaobai take the handkerchief to clean it up.
"Xiaobai, please bring this plate of preserved plums over and thank Dugu Qiu for me. She's so thoughtful."
"It's not hard, not hard!" Xiaobai was grinning as he saw Zheliu swallowing his food. He was even more delighted when he heard Zheliu's praise. "As long as the young master can eat, I feel relieved."
Xiaobai left, leaving only Wen Zheliu and Xueyu, who was curled up and snoring, in the carriage.
After staring at the top of the black carriage for a moment, Wen Zheliu took out the amulet that he had hidden under the pillow, held it in one hand, and gently placed the other hand on Xueyu's body, then slowly lay down.
The amulet was strung with a thin red string, but it was broken.
He took advantage of He Jiuyue touching the snow jade outside and bit it off with his teeth.
I wonder if this amulet with a broken string is still effective?
The thunder was still rumbling outside the window, but he was calm and drowsy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, the carriage under him suddenly moved.
The candlestick shook, Wen Zheliu's eyes went dark, and his head became dizzy. The next moment, the sour gas buried in his stomach rose straight up and filled his nasal cavity.
Oops, I feel sick again.
His Adam's apple kept rolling, and Wen Zheliu tried to suppress it, but he only had time to bend down and put his face towards the copper basin. The plum juice that rolled in his esophagus, mixed with the acid, came out in a terrible way.
"vomit!"
A teeth-grinding rustling sound was heard.
"Young Master?" Xiaobai heard Zheliu vomiting inside during a break in thunder, and immediately stopped the carriage.
When the carriage was moving, it was only shaken slightly by the gravel on the road. It would start moving and then stop suddenly. For the people in the carriage, it was like a blunt knife cutting people, a torture that did not draw blood but was very uncomfortable.
Wen Zheliu ran his hands over Xueyu's hair again and again, trying to relieve the pain in his stomach.
But it's still very disgusting.
He curled up slightly, trying to endure the cold sweat on his forehead. After hearing Xiaobai calling him three or five times outside, he finally managed to utter two words.
“…No problem.”
After two short gasps, Wen Zheliu wrapped his slightly cold hands around the warm Xueyu and asked about Xiaobai who was driving outside.
"Why did you suddenly set off?"
"Forgive me, sir. I heard no movement in the carriage for a long time and thought you were resting. I wanted to take advantage of the situation and move around. Unexpectedly, I disturbed you. I was inconsiderate."
"Why are you leaving?" Wen Zheliu lifted the curtain. "Didn't I tell you to leave early tomorrow morning?"
Xiaobai reported everything.
"Sir, the order for us to depart was given by Commander Dugu. He said that according to reports from spies in the capital, the capital is in turmoil, the people are scattered, and the entire Central Plains is in chaos. This is a good time for us to leave."
"What's going on with this unrest?"
Wen Zheliu frowned slightly: "Is it related to He Jiyue?"
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