Chapter 99: The desire to die doesn’t seem to be getting better, but rather like… a last gasp of life…
After all, this is a grassland camp, and the conditions are not as good as those in the capital, or even worse than those in the villages.
In the morning, before the sun rises, the wind that hurts people's faces is already blowing in. It seizes the gaps under the tent and squeezes into any hole it finds.
Afraid that the wind would disturb the person sleeping on the couch, He Jiuyue pulled the bottom of the tent down hard, but it still couldn't stop the wind.
“Hmm…”
His whole body was hot and dry, and his limbs were sore as if they had been soaked in an alchemy furnace several times. Wen Zheliu tossed and turned, ruffling the blanket wrapped around him, and from time to time he let out an ambiguous, hoarse hum from his throat.
He Jiuyue looked at his flushed cheeks and couldn't help swallowing.
What happened to Wen Zheliu?
Even this dizzying, immobilizing position couldn't stop him from writhing in pain.
Could it be that he hadn't taken good care of himself in the past six months, and had developed some illness that she didn't know about?
Still feeling uneasy, He Jiuyue opened the tent curtain and reached out to knock on Chen Jin, who was dozing off outside with his chin lowered to his chest.
"Please ask the military doctor to come over immediately."
The military doctor arrived quickly, but the diagnosis process was particularly long. She just frowned and took Wen Zheliu's pulse.
After nearly an incense stick of time, he still didn't say a word.
It seems like there is something unspeakable.
"What's going on?"
Feeling increasingly annoyed, He Jiuyue took out the string of emerald green Buddhist beads she had brought from the capital from her bosom, and with her five nimble fingers, she began to clatter them again.
The military doctor bowed and said, "In reply to the Grand Marshal, this young man has excessive congestion, which is why he has a fever. If he needs treatment, it is not difficult. We just need to clear the blockage."
"Unblocking is easier said than done."
The beads in He Jiuyue's hand turned even louder.
"I massaged him once and made him faint. He couldn't eat while dizzy. How else can I clear the blockage?"
The military doctor broke out in a cold sweat, his back wet. He didn't dare to confront He Jiyue directly, so he could only cautiously hint at it: "This young master is weak. If you rashly use strong medicine, I'm afraid he won't be able to absorb the tonic. The same principle applies to massage techniques. You need to proceed slowly."
"How much slower can you ask for?"
He Jiyue had been in the army for a long time and was of noble status, so he didn't need to worry about hurting others with his words. He said frankly, "If you don't rub it quickly, he will be burned to charcoal."
"...Is the Grand Marshal worried that the young master's fever will damage his brain?" The military doctor couldn't figure out whether He Jiuyue said this to reward or punish her, and he tried to figure it out carefully.
"If you want to lower the temperature, you can soak a handkerchief in water and apply it to your forehead. However, this method only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. As long as the blockage is not cleared, you will feel uncomfortable."
"Well, you can go down." Knowing that the military doctor was good at first aid but not at steady-state treatment, He Jiuyue listened to her for a long time, ran out of patience, and waved his hand with his palm facing inward.
"Prescribe some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing prescriptions, and have them boiled and sent over."
The military doctor was about to say something else, but was frightened by the coldness emanating from her body. He slapped himself twice in the face, replied "yes", looked at his nose and his nose, and retreated in silence.
He Jiuyue did not ask anyone else for help. She fetched a basin of cold water from the lakeside and soaked the handkerchief in the water. When she took it out, she wrung it gently to drain the water, folded it neatly, and then slowly placed it on Wen Zheliu's white forehead.
“Hmm…”
When a person has a fever, his limbs will become hot, but the body is not always hot, but fluctuates between hot and cold.
Before Wen Zheliu was about to startle, he was still kicking off the blanket, saying he was hot.
When the cold towel was applied to his forehead, he shuddered and groped for the blanket thrown aside, muttering, "Cold..."
So hard to please.
No wonder he hasn't found a willing woman in Xiyue who can serve him well in the past six months.
It also depends on her old enemy to put aside the past grudges.
"Bear with it for a moment." He Jiuyue caught a glimpse of Wen Zheliu twisting her body restlessly, trying to rub the cold silk handkerchief on her forehead. She let go of the half-moved basin and quickly held the shaky handkerchief with her quick eyes and hands.
"Um……"
When Wen Zheliu was half asleep and half awake, he opened his eyes slightly in a daze.
"Why are you opening your eyes? Go back to sleep."
He Jiuyue was puzzled and reached out to close his eyes.
"I want..." Wen Zheliu stopped talking halfway, his Adam's apple rolled and made a slight "gulp" sound.
He Jiuyue paused.
Not good, he's going to vomit.
There was water in the copper basin. If I put anything else in it, it would overflow and stain the bed. Then he vomited on the blanket, afraid that it would get cold again. He refused to touch the blanket. Is there anything else...
With her mind working rapidly, He Jiuyue grabbed the clothes that Wen Zheliu had just soiled and had just taken off, which she had not yet had time to take out for others to wash, and piled them in front of his mouth.
"Cough!" Wen Zheliu vomited with difficulty.
But what flowed out from the corner of the mouth and fell onto the clothes was only a little bit of clear and greasy gastric juice.
He hasn't eaten in days.
It would be strange if you could vomit out real things from your stomach.
But it’s even more uncomfortable if I can’t vomit anything.
The entire stomach cavity began to cramp, shrinking from its usual soft mass into a violently throbbing hard mass. The pain was unexplainable and came like a tidal wave, and Wen Zheliu broke out in a cold sweat.
"vomit--"
He knew that the more he retched, the more uncomfortable his stomach would feel, but this feeling of nausea was like a maggot attached to his bones and he couldn't get rid of it. He felt so nauseous that he could only frown and fight against the discomfort in his body.
"If you can't spit it out, just save it."
Fearing that Wen Zheliu might choke, He Jiyue helped him up and gently wiped the cold sweat from his temples with the back of her still-dry hand: "You're such a pitiful child."
Wen Zheliu said nothing, leaning softly on her shoulder, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water. His Adam's apple kept rolling, his eyelashes fluttered, and from his nose came a muffled hum between "hmm" and "um".
After several attempts, Wen Zheliu finally fulfilled his wish and spat out yellow water with a "wow".
“Hehe…”
My stomach was twisting and my heart was rebelling.
Wen Zheliu's hands were weakly grasping at his collar, his lips gradually turned purple, and his eyeballs rolled up, revealing a large area of fragile milky white.
Oh no, why did his heart disease come back again?
He Jiuyue took out a heart-protecting pill from his sleeve and stuffed it into the corner of Wen Zheliu's mouth.
"Hold it in your mouth."
Wen Zheliu clenched his teeth.
His cheeks were stiff, and he seemed to be still conscious.
But since he was awake, why didn't he want to eat?
"What? You thought I was going to poison you?" He Jiyue thought Wen Zheliu was just confused and didn't bother with his unreasonable and rude behavior. "This isn't poison, and I wouldn't feed you poison. If I wanted to kill you, there are many ways. Do I need to make you take the poison so slowly?"
Wen Zheliu shook his head slowly and took deep breaths of cold air.
He knew it wasn't poison.
He recognized the medicine.
This is similar in shape to the bag of life-saving pills that Dongfang Lan gave him when he visited him in Changle Palace, but it has an added layer of gold patterns on it, so it's probably even rarer.
It was too precious, and he couldn't bear to part with it.
"……expensive."
He Jiuyue's brows gathered into peaks.
"No matter how expensive this medicine is, can it be as valuable as your life?"
"Traitor, the life is light, cough cough cough, cheap..."
He was running a high fever and was short of breath. Wen Zheliu was so exhausted from trying to speak that his face turned purple. But the words that came out of his mouth were still intermittent: "Let me just go to the underworld like this, half-human, half-ghost, and it can be considered as revenge for your good sister.
"...If the question of whether you are a traitor is still debatable, perhaps I shouldn't force you so much. Instead, I could sit down and have a peaceful and calm conversation with you."
He Jiyue thought for a moment and added, "But let's talk about this matter after you can get some rest."
"Stay"?
He had lost all feeling in his legs, let alone being able to walk?
When I heard about the willow being cut, tears rolled down my eyes.
"No, kill me..."
He Jiuyue frowned.
Is he so determined to die?
But in the current situation, Western Vietnam is in turmoil, and the Central Plains cannot temporarily lose Wen Zheliu, a monarch who is inclined to be friendly with the Central Plains. Not to mention that when her mother was poisoned, the relevant letters and instructions left behind were most likely known to Wen Zheliu.
If he really participated in the poisoning, he should have kept his life and done his best to atone for the souls that died on the battlefield.
If this poisoning had nothing to do with him, and was entirely planned by his mother Situ Yun during her reign, using the hatred left over from generations, then Wen Zheliu's murder of his mother in order to ascend to the throne could be considered revenge for her mother He Yuyao.
He Jiuyue could actually ask someone to find out what the whole story was, and she had indeed heard multiple versions of the story.
But at this moment, she just wanted to hear Zhe Liu tell her in person.
With her emotions in turmoil, He Jiuyue could no longer pretend to be a graceful lady. She was so determined that she stuffed the small pill between Wen Zheliu's lips and teeth.
"Wen Zheliu, you can't die yet."
"Ugh!" Wen Zheliu struggled hard.
I don’t know how he could have such explosive power when he hadn’t eaten for a long time, had been lying in bed for almost two nights, and his whole body was numb and sore.
This doesn't seem like any improvement.
It's like... a last glimmer of light.
He Jiuyue's heart skipped a beat.
She had been searching for him for more than half a year and finally found him. The new hatred and old love had not been settled yet, and the relationship between the two was even more complicated and confusing. Why did he just disappear in such an unclear way?
"Hear the willow branches!"
At this moment, He Jiuyue no longer cared about raising her voice, which would make Wen Zheliu's ears buzz. She was just afraid that even if her voice was deafening, he still wouldn't be able to hear it.
After all, he had suddenly lost his vision completely overnight and couldn't even see the outlines of things.
With good care, my vision has finally recovered.
But who knows if the next thing to happen again will be hearing?
What’s the difference between losing all five senses and being dead?
He was now only thinking about atonement and had no intention of surviving at all.
What else can make him stay?
"Wen Zheliu, even for the sake of the child, you have to protect yourself, right? If so, then hold this medicine in your mouth! This medicine is precious, but your life is even more precious! If you leave, what will happen to the child? Do you have the heart to give her to another man to raise?"
Before uttering this long paragraph, He Jiuyue took a long breath that lasted for half a moment. She tightly grasped Wen Zheliu's slender wrist and shouted at the loudest voice in her life, making the whole tent rustle.
She knew that what she said was a little unreasonable, but in such a hurry, she really couldn't care less.
Wen Zheliu was wriggling frantically just now, like a snake with its seven inches pinched, struggling with all its might, looking for the last glimmer of hope.
At this moment, it suddenly became quiet, as if someone had been hit on the head.
Completely lost the will to resist.
He leaned back and slowly collapsed on the bed, his dry lips, which were covered with blood, moved, and his empty eyes were fixed on the ceiling of the tent.
"My child, my child..."
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