Chapter 8: His good general, even a deep kiss is so invasive...
He didn't do anything, so why did he get angry?
Wen Zheliu was puzzled, and he couldn't open his eyes to see whether He Jiuyue was angry or laughing out of anger. He could only purse his lips and utter an apology that could not be wrong.
"Princess, please forgive me."
He Jiuyue's hand was still on his lips, and when Wen Zheliu opened his mouth, he couldn't help but touch the calluses on her fingers.
His white lips were rubbed even redder, like a bright and juicy rose that shed its thorns in front of her, leaving only fragrant and soft petals.
He Jiuyue couldn't help but kissed her directly.
Wen Zheliu's eyes were still closed, and he couldn't access information through vision, so his sense of touch became more and more sensitive.
She was like a wolfhound with its fangs bared, sweeping between his teeth without restraint.
Wen Zheliu's legs went weak, and she couldn't help but lean her whole body against He Jiuyue's broad chest. Her hands hanging on both sides groped around and hugged her neck.
Just a deep kiss was so aggressive, she was indeed his good general who had been pleasing him since childhood.
He Jiuyue was so engrossed in the plundering that she forgot for a moment that the general opposite her was not a general of equal strength, but just a weak man who had just recovered from a serious illness. When the evil fire in her heart completely subsided, the face of the man in her arms was already whiter than the snow outside.
Wen Zheliu's eyes were still tightly closed, but he didn't breathe. He was afraid that her breath would be disturbed by his exhalation, so he didn't dare to breathe for half a moment.
"Open your eyes and breathe."
She was used to giving orders to her soldiers, and she accidentally brought this habit to the backyard.
Wen Zheliu then began to gasp for breath. He held his chest with his hands and breathed in air with great effort. After suffocating, he hyperventilated. His fragile lungs could not bear it, and his stomach also rebelled.
Not forgetting the embarrassment of having soiled his clothes just now, Wen Zheliu did not dare to stay there any longer even though he knew he probably wouldn't be able to vomit anything. His legs were still weak, and he struggled to support himself off the bed with his arms before he got up and went to the spittoon.
After retching for a while with a pale face, Wen Zheliu leaned on the wall with his hands and slowly squatted down. His slender waist was trembling violently.
He Jiuyue frowned.
His body was still too weak, and he couldn't stand a kiss that lasted any longer.
"Sorry, the slave princess is in high spirits."
After finally regaining his normal breathing, the first thing Wen Zheliu did was to turn around and apologize in a hoarse voice. Maybe he was coughing too hard, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, just like the twinkling stars in the sky outside the window at that moment.
He Jiuyue lowered her eyes and said nothing.
He spoiled her fun, so she took it as punishment.
But he is weak and frail, and it is difficult to punish him.
He had made a mistake yesterday. She felt sorry for him having a fever, so she didn't punish him. But if she didn't punish him again today, and continued to indulge him like this, he would definitely become arrogant.
Wen Zheliu became anxious after not receiving a response for a long time.
He knelt at He Jiuyue's feet and kissed the calluses on her hands with his soft lips: "Please, Princess, give me another chance."
He Jiuyue usually loved this kind of humble begging. Now, seeing that Jianwen Zheliu was so cold that his lips turned purple, but he still had to take the trouble to please her, she felt inexplicably ached in her heart.
Bullying a man is not a big deal.
Besides, strict discipline is the iron rule of the military camp, not a rule that a man like Wen Zheliu in the backyard should follow.
So what if he gets spoiled for once?
"Put on your clothes. It's winter, aren't you cold?" He Jiuyue reached out to button up the robe he was wearing. She realized that the clothes were too loose and even with the buttons fastened, they would still let in wind. She rolled up Wen Zheliu's sleeves twice.
He gets sick easily when the weather gets cold, and he doesn't take care of himself.
"Thank you, Princess." Wen Zheliu watched her carefully cover the skin she had deliberately exposed. His heart warmed for a moment, but then felt sour.
His sudden exposure of beauty can no longer attract her?
But he has no other strengths...
Jianwen Zheliu pressed his palm on his stomach, his thin brows slightly furrowed, as if he was enduring the pain. He Jiuyue turned over and got off the bed, putting on his boots in two or three seconds.
"Are you still feeling unwell? Wu Yang is staying at the mansion tonight. I'll ask her to come over and take a look."
He Jiuyue stepped outside, and the biting cold wind blew away the misty beauty in her mind. Then the snow falling from the eaves froze her neck, and she realized something was wrong.
Wen Zheliu is no longer the nobleman who was so high and mighty in the past that he would trouble the imperial physician for a single cough.
He was a slave, lowly and unworthy of her sympathy.
He Jiuyue paused and sighed silently.
But when she saw Wen Zheliu was unwell, she still felt as distressed as before.
Well, now that we're out, it's not good to go back empty-handed.
Wu Yang was dozing off in the guest room when he was awakened by a slap on the head from He Jiuyue. He hurriedly picked up the medicine box and followed He Jiuyue to the side hall without stopping.
After taking the patient's pulse, she reported everything to He Jiuyue.
"I heard that the young master's fever has subsided and he is fine. However... he should not overindulge himself."
"No need to call him Young Master." He Jiuyue pointed at the chicken soup on the table. "Why can't he eat?"
"Although this chicken soup is nourishing, it's a bit oily. His spleen and stomach are still weak after a serious illness, so he can't handle it."
Wu Yang tried to hold back, but couldn't.
"My Lady, I dare to advise you that you are strong and healthy, so you don't need a brazier in this cold weather. But Mr. Wen... Wen Zheliu is different. He is weak and afraid of the cold, so he still needs a hand warmer."
Only then did He Jiuyue understand why Wen Zheliu's hands always felt cold. It turned out that he was afraid of the cold.
It's been cold for two days, why didn't he say anything?
"Chen Jin," He Jiuyue knew that Wen Zheliu probably didn't understand her attitude towards her yet, so she didn't dare to act like a spoiled child like before. She turned around and called Chen Jin, who was napping in the tree outside, "Bring the brazier."
Chen Jin didn't disturb the old housekeeper who had already gone to bed in the mansion. He went to the accounting office to get the account book and shook his head at her: "Princess, there is no charcoal in the mansion."
He Jiuyue looked a little embarrassed.
Her princess's mansion doesn't even have charcoal?
"Then go buy it." She ordered calmly.
Chen Jin closed the account book and grumbled with a pout, "Alas, Princess, please forgive me. Which shop is open in the middle of the night?"
He Jiuyue got over the embarrassment of not being able to get charcoal, and after a little thought, he realized that something was wrong.
Charcoal is a necessity in winter. Even if He Jiuyue is in good health and does not need it, the servants in the mansion will receive charcoal every month. Therefore, some must be replenished after a period of time. This important item should be reserved on weekdays.
How could it be such a coincidence that there is nothing at all at this moment?
"Who is responsible for purchasing the charcoal? And who uses the charcoal?"
Chen Jin was raised by He Jiuyue's mother He Yuyao since she was a child. She could be considered as He Yuyao's half-adopted daughter. Although she was He Jiuyue's adjutant on the surface, she was actually like a sister to her. After just a few words from He Jiuyue, she already understood what to investigate.
"The buyers are the people who used to work for Her Royal Highness the Princess. There's no problem. We have a surplus of charcoal every month, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that after Xiaoqing came more than half a month ago, Dao was weak and afraid of the cold, so he needed double the charcoal fire every day. Now it's less."
"He's weak?" Wu Yang retorted with a frown. "His pulse is steady and he's very healthy. At most, he's a little uneasy. He can slowly take some medicine to recuperate, and he won't be afraid of the cold anymore."
"It's just a way to win favor," He Jiuyue waved her hand. "Xiaoqing still has plenty, right? Then go get some from him."
"Yes." Chen Jin followed He Jiuyue's instructions and was about to put away the account book and go to Xiaoqing to get charcoal when he heard Zheliu's sudden voice.
"Princess."
He tugged at He Jiuyue's sleeve and said, "There's no need to mobilize so many troops."
Unexpectedly, Wen Zheliu, the person who needed charcoal the most, made concessions. He Jiuyue turned his palm downward and pinched Wen Zheliu's white fingertips.
Just as Wu Yang said, it was as cold as ice.
"What if you get sick from the cold?"
Wen Zheliu pursed his lips, and his slender fingers dug into her palm, like a cat retracting its sharp nails and using the soft pads of its flesh to show its owner goodwill. "If my lady doesn't mind, could you... serve as my hand warmer?"
Let her warm his frozen paws?
"You are quite brave." Emperor Jingming didn't even dare to order her to do this.
Wen Zheliu saw that although her voice was cold, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. He decided to be bold this time. He shook He Jiuyue's hand again and tilted his head.
"The princess didn't refuse, but acquiesced?"
The movement was so large that the snow-white skin that was barely hidden under the loose clothes was revealed again.
"Ahem!" Wu Yang coughed loudly, bringing the two people who had completely ignored her and immersed themselves in the ambiguous atmosphere back to reality. "Excuse me for interrupting you, my lord. I'll take my leave now. You two can chat slowly."
She quickly slipped out of the house, not forgetting to close the door for them.
Only he and He Jiuyue were left in the room. Wen Zheliu, who had been so calm and composed just now, suddenly felt inexplicably embarrassed.
What was he doing just now? Seeking favor?
When did he become like Xiaoqing?
"You want me to warm you up? Okay." Wu Yang interrupted, and He Jiyue felt a little uncomfortable. She rubbed her hands together as if she was busy, "How do I warm you up?"
Wen Zheliu opened his arms and said, "Hug me."
He Jiuyue hugged him silently and lifted up the collar that had fallen down.
This dress is too big for him.
Although his limbs were cold, his chest was warm, like a candlestick that was about to collapse in the wind and about to be blown out and the wax was taken out.
Fortunately, she continued it for him.
The two of them were wrapped in a quilt together, leaning against each other. Wen Zheliu's heart beat faster, and he secretly regretted that he had not read enough books when he needed them.
After finally getting to this point, she didn't want to move, so the two of them could only chat under the quilt. They should have talked about something romantic, but it was a waste of his usual reading, as he couldn't even find a topic to talk about.
"Wen Zheliu," He Jiuyue suddenly called him, "Have you ever blamed me?"
Wen Zheliu was startled.
How could there not be?
He begged her to save his adoptive mother and father, but she remained indifferent. How could he not feel resentful?
"Not saying anything, does that mean you agree?"
He Jiuyue lifted a bunch of his black hair and wrapped it around her fingertips.
"...I'm sorry, Princess. I can't answer this question. Please punish me." Wen Zheliu closed his eyes, not wanting to see the lost look on He Jiuyue's face.
In fact, it is not difficult to say "It wasn't there that day, my favorite princess", it's just a matter of moving your lips.
But he really couldn't lie to her.
He Jiuyue counted for ten breaths but still didn't hear an accurate answer.
"I won't force you, to save you from vomiting all over me again."
Wen Zheliu was about to open his mouth to argue when Chen Jin's voice suddenly rang out from outside, interrupting the charming conversation inside the room: "Princess, I have something to report. Would you be so kind as to come in?"
"Come in." He Jiyue was too lazy to put on airs in front of Wen Zheliu and asked her casually, "What's the matter?"
Chen Jin glanced at Wen Zheliu cautiously.
He Jiuyue waved his hand.
"You said he is not an outsider."
Chen Jin gritted his teeth.
"Guan Dali Temple Minister Dao, there are many doubts in the Wen family case. I invite you to come and discuss it together."
When he heard the word "Wen", Wen Zheliu coughed violently.
He Jiuyue was about to ask what specific doubts there were in the case, but when he saw Wen Zheliu with his hand on his chest, he gave up the idea of asking further and just patted Wen Zheliu's back.
"Okay, I got it. Tell Guan Ze that I'll be there early tomorrow morning."
"I'm afraid it won't be possible tomorrow. Guan Ze, please go there immediately," Chen Jin glanced at Wen Zheliu and lowered his voice, but the words he uttered still did not escape Wen Zheliu's ears.
"They say... a criminal was caught."
Sinner? Wen Zheliu's heart skipped a beat.
Someone related to the Wen family, and still alive, could this criminal be his eldest brother, Wen Liuqing?!
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