Chapter 107: Wedding "Where are you? Why are you so far away from me and yet so close to me..."
The autumn wind gradually rose, blowing past the corners of Wenzheliu's clothes, but did not disturb his good sleep.
He closed his eyes quietly, detached from all the disputes in the world.
Imperial power, wealth, fame, fortune and status all vanished with the wind.
He Jiuyue saw it from afar and walked even more lightly.
This is probably what the book means by "the years are quiet and good".
"Well!"
She stood quietly in the distance, not wanting to disturb Wen Zheliu. Wen Zheliu was still sleeping. He leaned over and twitched, his brows relaxed but his eyes furrowed, as if he had dreamed of something terrible.
His thin lips opened and closed, but not a single word came out, as if they were muted and no one could hear his cries for help.
He Jiuyue felt a pain in her heart.
Wen Zheliu was probably having another nightmare.
He always sleeps like this. One moment his brows and eyes are relaxed and he looks fine, but the next moment his whole body becomes twisted up, more wrinkled than a barely wrung-out silk cloth.
But he was weak, and waking him up rashly would only cause more distress.
The only way is to make some noise to wake him up earlier.
She silently held his cold hands.
When he heard Zheliu, his eyelids opened slightly.
"Who?"
Xiaobai, who was waiting on the side, was about to speak, but was stopped by He Jiuyue with a raised hand.
Because of his weak constitution, Wen Zheliu had trouble sleeping and was easily startled awake. After waking up, he was unable to regain consciousness immediately. In addition, he could not see, so even if he opened his eyelids, it was not much different from being asleep.
After not hearing Xiaobai's response for a long time, Wen Zheliu became anxious. He stretched out his fingers in a daze, grabbing at the air tremblingly, and almost fell off the sedan chair.
"Small……"
The cold hands were wrapped in gentle palms.
He Jiuyue's slightly helpless voice reached his ears.
"Zheliu, why do you always call me Xiaobai?"
Wen Zheliu shuddered and seemed to be stupid.
"It's me, He Jiuyue." Thinking that Wen Zheliu was blind, He Jiuyue pulled his hand, put it on her cheeks, and let him stroke her face.
"Wen Zheliu, I'm here to pick you up."
After confirming three times, Wen Zheliu's eyes were filled with tears as he realized that the person in front of him was indeed He Jiuyue.
The corners of his lips were tense, and a muffled groan escaped from between his teeth.
"Why... did you come so late..."
As if afraid that He Jiyue would be unhappy, Wen Zheliu quickly added several more words: "Jiyue, I don't blame you. You are always busy with so many things. I am very happy that you can come to pick me up in person... Hmm!"
He Jiuyue kissed him, stopping him from hesitating to explain.
It was not until she smelled the sound of willow branches, as soft as melting ice, that she spoke hoarsely.
"I know, I know you don't blame me... Zheliu, let's get married. I'll take you in and make you my queen, okay?"
A miraculous glimmer of light flashed in Wen Zheliu's calm eyes.
Looking closely, they are tears.
“…I seek it, but I cannot find it.”
Beauty grew around the two of them. Wen Zheliu sniffed hard, trying not to lose control and cry in front of He Jiuyue, but then she said something.
"By the way, I'll keep He Feng for you."
Wen Zheliu's tenderness faltered: "Hmm?"
"She was the one who ordered the entire Xiangfu thrown into the Heavenly Prison, killing your adoptive mother and biological father. Even though my mother was also harmed by her, after all, so many years have passed. I've felt relieved by keeping her in the palace for so long. Or are you more..."
He Jiyue stared at Wen Zheliu, and for once, she understood his expressionless face. She paused on this painful topic and simply stated the outcome: "After our wedding, she will be in your care. How you kill her is up to you, and I'll do whatever you say."
His mood was up and down, and Wen Zheliu didn't know whether the corners of his mouth should go up or down. He couldn't smile and forced himself to purse his lips.
"Then... thank you very much, Your Majesty."
"Why are you calling me so strangely? Didn't you call me by my given name before?"
Wen Zheliu was tied to a sedan chair with cloth straps. He Jiyue did not pick him up and put him on her lap as she did when he was still able to walk or lie on a wide bed. She just pinched his tense shoulders palely.
"I will bring you into the palace as if you were my legal wife, with a sedan chair carried by eight men, a red wedding dress spread over ten miles, and all the ministers paying homage to you. Do you like that?"
"I like it. It's a gift from my wife herself. How can I not like it?"
My sorrow has not yet gone away, and I sigh softly when I hear the sound of willows being cut.
"But once you enter the palace, it's like entering a deep sea. From now on, Xiao Niang is just a passerby. It will be difficult for her to see the scenery outside the palace again... Well, there's no need to wait that long. I can't see it now. It seems that there is no difference between the outside and the inside of the palace to me."
He Jiuyue felt a pang of anxiety in her heart, and without saying anything more, she pushed his sedan chair steadily.
"Wen Zheliu, who is your Xiao Niang?"
"No one." When he wasn't deliberately trying to provoke Wen Zheliu, he was very good at coaxing people. He groped for He Jiyue's sleeve and shook it gently, "Your Majesty is the only one I have."
He Jiuyue said nothing, but Tie Niang gave him a tender kiss on the cheek.
When ordinary families get married, they have to bow to heaven and earth first, and then to their parents and each other.
But He Jiuyue is the emperor.
The king is in front of his subjects, so he should not kneel before his biological father.
Her father and younger brother were considered the bride's family members and sat in the lower seats.
If Wen Zheliu had relatives, he should sit opposite the two of them. Unfortunately, Wen Zheliu's biological mother and father are no longer alive, and his adoptive mother has also passed away.
Only a tiger talisman was left, serving as a lonely dowry.
Fortunately, the Xiyue behind this tiger talisman is qualified.
On the day of the wedding, He Jiuyue dismissed court, and all the civil and military officials in the court did not get up early to attend the court in the dark. However, they did not dare to slack off. They sent people to the palace to send congratulatory gifts early in the morning, and attended the banquet for all the ministers specially prepared by He Jiuyue in formal attire on time later.
He Jiuyue doesn't like drinking.
He was still half drunk by the ministers in the imperial garden.
Her newlywed husband Wen Zheliu was waiting in Kunning Palace, but he didn't see her drunken appearance due to a sudden impulse.
"Your Majesty, a night of love is worth a thousand gold. Have another drink!"
"A night of spring? Yes."
He Jiuyue supported her forehead with one hand and turned the cup in her hand with the other. The corners of her mouth turned up, and she tilted her neck back and drank the wine in the cup. "The Queen is still waiting in Kunning Palace. I won't accompany you women... You, drink slowly..."
Supported by Chen Jin, she stumbled back to the room. When she saw the red wedding dress inside, she sobered up a little.
Such a gentle and obedient husband is hers.
He Jiuyue picked up the wedding scale, trying her best to conceal the joy that was about to burst out in her heart, and carefully lifted up Wen Zheliu's red veil.
"Wen Zheliu." He Jiuyue pinched his soft and slightly cold face, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
Wen Zheliu shook his head slowly.
He pursed his lips tightly, a look of worry lingering on his face.
"He Wuhuan, I feel so panicked."
He Jiyue was completely sober now. He quickly took out the life-saving pills from his arms and stuffed two into Wen Zheliu's mouth before asking, "What's wrong?"
"My heart hasn't started to hurt yet, it's just a little stuffy."
Wen Zheliu swallowed the two pills with the warm water brought by He Jiuyue and told the story.
"I was just thinking, here in the Central Plains, I have no power, no family background, and all I have is my looks, which will fade with time... Am I really worthy of the throne of the empire?"
"Why not?"
He Jiyue could have grabbed both of Wen Zheliu's hands with one hand, but she still held his cold palms with both hands, as if they were two priceless pearls. "I declare you a master, and you are a master. If anyone dares to gossip about me, I will rip out her tongue."
Wen Zheliu was breathing softly.
It was like a phoenix crown on his head, making him feel overwhelmed.
"My legs are paralyzed and I can't walk. I can't face representing the harem and facing the civil and military officials."
He Jiuyue didn't care.
"What's the big deal? People eat all kinds of grains, so who doesn't get sick? You're just a little more seriously ill, and it'll take a little longer to recover. I don't mind it, so why would they complain about it?"
Whenever Wen Zheliu felt uncomfortable, his fingers couldn't settle.
He seemed to be lying comfortably in He Jiuyue's palm, but in fact he had unconsciously pinched her thenar, as if he was going to pull her wrist.
"I'm in poor health, and I'm afraid I won't be able to have children. There are three types of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no descendants..."
He Jiuyue pecked the corner of his lips.
"What else do you want to have? Don't we already have He Yue?"
Wen Zheliu's voice was hoarse.
"The Central Plains is vast, and with the Western Yue, even if she is a princess, having only one is not enough. I want to have children for you, but my body cannot bear your favor. I cannot..."
"Why isn't one princess enough? I think the child is clever and will become something great in due time. Dynasties have always believed in having many children, but they were just afraid of having no successor. Our dynasty only has one heir, but isn't this at least something?"
He Jiuyue stretched out her hand and lazily scratched the tip of Wen Zheliu's nose, rubbing off the powder he used to brighten his complexion, revealing the jade-like cold whiteness underneath.
"Having too many children isn't necessarily a good thing. Take my mother, for example. Wasn't she murdered by her own sister because of a fight for the throne?"
Wen Zheliu wanted to say more: "But..."
"Don't say but."
He Jiyue had been waiting by the bed, waiting for Wen Zheliu, who wasn't ready yet, to "allow" her to get on the bed. After waiting for a long time, with no sign of his reaction, she got anxious and climbed up the bed herself, saying, "If you keep rambling on, our wedding night will be wasted."
As soon as these words were spoken, the sweetness unique to the bridal chamber evaporated, and all the previous depression was swept away.
Wen Zheliu's face is white jade mixed with red.
"How do you want to make up for it?"
"How?" He Jiuyue smiled and kissed him, "Of course I will pamper Zhengfu well."
The red brocade quilt fluttered like waves.
"Hmm..." The two were deeply in love and couldn't bear to be apart, but Wen Zheliu turned his head away.
"What's wrong?" He Jiuyue kissed the beads of sweat on Wen Zheliu's forehead and said in a hoarse voice, "My little ancestor?"
The tall candles were crackling, and Wen Zheliu's snow-white face was reflected with a hint of blood.
He reached out his cold hands to grope He Jiuyue's body.
"Where are you? Why are you so far away from me, yet so close to me... I'm sorry to spoil your fun, but I really can't see you, and I'm so anxious..."
"I'm right in front of you."
He Jiyue followed the location that Zheliu's hand touched and patiently explained in a low voice: "This is my face, this is my neck, this is my..."
She stopped abruptly.
Wen Zheliu tilted his head slightly: "Yours what?"
The room was silent for a moment.
"You're asking even though you already know the answer." He Jiyue sneered and pinched Wen Zheliu's waist. "How dare you do that? Do you think you'll be unable to get out of bed tomorrow?"
Wen Zheliu's face turned red and white.
"It's up to you. My legs are paralyzed anyway, so I can't get off the bed..."
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