Chapter 96: Sleepiness "Guiyun, I'm here, you go to sleep, it's okay...
The howling wind blew past her ears, carrying away all the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on the grassland. He Jiuyue stared at the tears sliding down Wen Zheliu's eyes, her mind full of the "please" he blurted out with his trembling body just now.
She hit him, but he didn't cry.
Why did his tears start falling like beads with a broken string as soon as she tried to take the child away?
But as a father, he deceived his friend for so long and failed to set a good example for his child to treat others sincerely. How can he be qualified to raise a child?
He Jiuyue seemed to be smiling, like a living devil emerging from the underworld.
"You have such deep feelings for this child?"
When he heard about Zheliu, his breathing stopped.
Before he said this, he thought about He Jiuyue's reaction.
If she still has a hard heart, she will snatch her daughter away with a cold face. How she will deal with the child depends on whether the child is lucky and has a long life. If she is moved by the touching father-daughter love between him and her daughter, she will soften her heart and leave the child to him.
But what does her half-smile mean?
Before Wen Zheliu could think carefully, He Jiuyue's cruel voice exploded in his ears.
"Then I'll take it away even more."
He Jiuyue reached out and hugged him.
She was strong, her hands were quick, and she was pretty accurate. Wen Zheliu, the father who had been pregnant for nine months, couldn't bear to see the child lose limbs, so he snatched the little girl away in one go.
"Wow——" This was the first time the little girl saw He Jiuyue since she was born.
Even though He Jiuyue was her biological mother, she didn't recognize her. She only knew that she had left her father's soft, comfortable, and milk-scented arms. Her chubby little face could only be pressed against He Jiuyue's cold armor, and she cried even more sadly.
Wen Zheliu was so angry that his eyes went dark and he fell forward limply.
He Jiuyue was quick-witted and quick-handed, and together with the belt that tied Wen Zheliu firmly to the sedan chair, she supported him.
Tsk, this father and daughter are really a worry to me.
"Take her away." He Jiuyue handed the little girl to Chen Jin, held the handle on the back of the sedan chair, raised her chin, and signaled Chen Jin to take the little girl back to the camp first, and she would follow.
"He Jiuyue!" Murong Jin, who was observing the situation from behind, panicked. "You can't take both His Majesty and the princess away!" He had never expected He Jiuyue to be so brazen and abduct them in front of everyone.
"If I insist on doing this, what will you do?"
He Jiuyue restrained Wen Zheliu with force, but her eyes were as gentle as water.
She pushed Wen Zheliu away on her own.
"I have a deep bond with your Majesty, so how could I bear to kill him? Go ask around outside. Traitors who fall into my hands will never be treated like him. He will definitely come back alive within three days, but—"
"Betrayal is betrayal. He can keep his life, but whether he will lose his limbs depends on his own performance."
Murong Jin fell to the ground with a thud. He was angry but dared not say anything. He could only watch He Jiuyue leave arrogantly and take away all the beautiful girls.
As soon as He Jiuyue returned to the camp, his steps, which were still steady, suddenly became a little faster.
"Chen Jin, call the military doctor." Her voice was unusually unstable.
Upon hearing that the Grand Marshal had invited him, the military doctor who was relieving himself in the toilet had no time to clean up. He picked up his medicine box and ran to the general's tent.
The Grand Marshal is in good health and hasn't called for a military doctor for eight hundred years. If he is summoned, it means something big has happened. How can she not be anxious?
Unexpectedly, the Grand Marshal was sitting quietly in the tent, and just pointed at the man on the couch.
"Go and see what's wrong with his body."
The military doctor didn't dare to neglect the situation and hurriedly took the pulse of the unconscious Wen Zheliu: "In reply to the Grand Marshal, this young man is born with a weak constitution and has just given birth. His body has not yet recovered. His Qi and blood are both deficient and have been depleted for a long time..."
"Don't show off your knowledge to me."
He Jiyue raised her hand and interrupted coldly: "How to treat it?"
"This..." The military doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I'm afraid. We have to go to the capital to invite the imperial physician. It won't be difficult for me to save this young master. The problem is his legs. The meridians are almost severed. If he doesn't use precious medicine to nourish him, even a Daluo Jinxian will be unable to save him."
"Severed meridians"? So serious?
He Jiuyue stepped forward and pressed Wen Zheliu's leg.
"There are no external injuries on his legs, so how can there be any severance of meridians?"
"You don't know, Da Sima, that for a man, giving birth is like going through the gates of hell. If he can give birth to a child, it's a blessing. The real fear is that neither the child nor the pregnant man will survive."
The military doctor said cautiously: "This young man is already weak. Giving birth has consumed too much of his energy and blood, and he was not able to replenish it in time. Therefore, his supply is limited, and his legs cannot move."
He Jiuyue seemed to be lost in thought.
"Then why don't you just prescribe a prescription to replenish qi and blood?"
"Replenishing Qi and blood sounds easy, but it's difficult to do." The military doctor broke out in a cold sweat. "Not to mention, this young master is unconscious. Can he drink the tonic? Even if he can, I dare not use strong medicine. I can only use warming tonic. But warming tonic, and I don't know how long it will last. It's really difficult to deal with."
"What's so difficult about it? Haven't you already explained the solution yourself? Just warm it up."
He Jiyue turned his palm inward and called Chen Jin, who was guarding the tent entrance, over: "Chen Jin, send the first wife to write a prescription."
It was quiet in the general's tent. It was autumn, and the grassland was much cooler at night than during the day when the sun was shining. Even He Jiuyue shivered with cold and had to pull a cloak over himself to cover himself.
The person on the couch had a pale face. If he wasn't still breathing, he would have been as good as dead.
He Jiuyue picked up the woolen blanket and wrapped Wen Zheliu around it, but instead of stretching his limbs out of the warmth, he drowsily lifted up his numb legs with his hands and kept shrinking into the blanket.
Is it really that cold? There's not even enough thick blanket for him?
He Jiuyue looked around in a trance, but couldn't find anything to keep warm.
She was in good health and had plenty of energy. In addition, it was almost autumn and still a long way from winter, so she had no brazier or hot water bottle in her tent.
In the entire tent, she was the warmest person.
Well, no matter how many wrong things Wen Zheliu did to her, being cut into pieces would not be enough to atone for his sins. After all, he was the biological father of her only bloodline of the He family.
What's more, they have been friends for more than ten years.
How can such a mixture of love, hate, and resentment be written off just like that?
Wen Zheliu has to stay alive to atone for his sins.
After unbuttoning the cold armor, He Jiuyue quickly kicked off his boots, lifted a corner of the blanket, and dived into it like a fish into water.
She was carrying the coldness from outside, but she was still much warmer than the person lying quietly under the blanket.
He hugged her gently without touching her flesh at all.
He Jiuyue had been forcing herself to be soft when facing Wen Zheliu, but her heart, as hard as a rock, finally cracked.
Wen Zheliu was already thin.
Now it looks like a skeleton.
Didn't he go to Xiyue to be the emperor? How could he starve himself? I haven't seen him for half a year, and he's become so thin...
Or has he not had a good time in the past six months?
With a thousand thoughts in his mind, He Jiuyue closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Wen Zheliu was half asleep and half awake, feeling cold in his limbs, as if he was only wrapped in a single piece of clothing. He was in the middle of the endless world of ice and snow, struggling to find a way out of the snowfield.
All the heat in the body could not be retained and was blown away by the whistling wind.
Exhausted and the road was slippery with snow, Wen Zheliu slipped several times and could not move forward any further, so he simply sat down.
This snowfield could kill people, and he had been avoiding it as much as possible. Although it was scary, he was clear-headed and knew without thinking that he could never get out alone. There was no point in struggling, so he might as well let nature take its course and quietly feel the endless cold and loneliness, waiting with a dead heart for the monster of the snowfield to devour his few remaining chances of life without restraint.
He was born to be a short-lived man, and alone in this snowy land, unable to make it any further, struggling with a hideous expression, it would be better to just end it like this...
No!
His daughter was crying for food, and He Jiuyue was still waiting for him to explain clearly. How could he die in such a unclear way?
The heart that was about to return to silence was inspired by his strong desire to survive, and it used its last bit of strength to beat wildly.
Facing the biting wind and snow, Wen Zheliu gritted his teeth and got up.
God will not let down those who work hard. He was determined to survive, and the "Emperor of Heaven" was moved by his sincerity. He sent down a human-shaped heater that was almost as tall as him from the sky. He did not charge him a penny and the heater drove away the coldness from his body in all directions.
A fiery warmth flowed through his limbs and bones, and Wen Zheliu subconsciously climbed up with his hands and feet.
However, she did not notice that her legs, which were unable to move in reality, actually followed his wishes and clung tightly to the heater, fitting perfectly with her.
Hmm, so warm.
When he heard the sound of willows being broken, he couldn't help but mutter.
He Jiuyue was on high alert. As soon as his ears caught the sound, his eyelids opened before his brain even started to think.
Seeing and hearing Zheliu humming, he just thought he was having a nightmare again.
She frowned slightly.
Wen Zheliu always frowns and thinks about things in his heart every day. What is he thinking about?
Why can’t I have a sweet dream in the middle of the night?
As a man, he inherited his mother's throne and gave birth to a princess who combined the royal blood of Xiyue and Central Plains. His great contributions to the country have been unprecedented and he is destined to be remembered for thousands of years. Shouldn't he be happy?
"Go to sleep."
Suppressing his complicated thoughts, He Jiyue hugged Wen Zheliu's shoulders tighter. Noticing that his legs were still alone on the cold blanket, he reached out and pulled them over. "I'm here."
The person in my arms was still restless.
He sobbed softly, his thin lips opening and closing, but all he said were scattered, incoherent words.
He Jiuyue kissed the corner of his lips.
The voice is tender and full of comfort.
"Guiyun, I'm here, you go to sleep, everything will be fine."
After tossing and turning for a while, the two fell into a deep sleep again. Within two hours, the morning drums sounded. He Jiuyue was waiting in the army. According to his habit of going to bed early and getting up early, he jumped up.
Before she could come to her senses, she accidentally took the beauty in her arms away.
"Hmm..." Wen Zheliu was sitting there in a daze, dreaming about occupying the fireplace. His body position suddenly changed and he felt dizzy. He should have woken up, but unfortunately he was weak. He woke up rashly, and not only did cold sweat break out on his back, but his eyes also turned black and he couldn't see anything.
He was drowsy and enveloped in a layer of warmth that could not be shaken off. Wen Zheliu's limbs and bones, which had been cold all year round, felt like a spring river flowing through the ice, flowing smoothly. Even though he could not see anything, he was not in a hurry to break free.
Relaxing himself on the stove, he asked hoarsely, "Xiaobai, what time is it?"
Xiaobai is not here, so he naturally cannot answer.
Wen Zheliu took a breath and was about to ask again, but was choked by the coolness of the morning breeze and started coughing softly.
"Xiao, ahem, Xiaobai?"
There was silence all around, and He Jiuyue's voice with laughter rang slowly in his ears.
"Who is Xiaobai?"
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