Chapter 70: Relief: In the past, he was not a person who indulged in lust.
Xingyun looks docile on weekdays, but it is not docile by nature. In its early years in the horse market, it had a very bad temper and would kick up a limb if it was not obeyed.
If it could not travel a thousand miles a day, it would have been sold at a low price by the people in the horse market.
He Jiuyue's previous mount had just died, and he was anxious to go to the battlefield. He couldn't find a suitable mount among the horses raised by the Red Armor Army for a while, so he had no choice but to search for one in the horse market in Beijing every day.
The steward was initially worried that Xingyun might offend an important person, so he kept it in the stable.
Until one time, the caretaker failed to manage the animal properly and accidentally let Xingyun escape. He Jiuyue took a glimpse of it and bought it.
But even for her, it took her more than half a year to completely tame Xingyun.
Now, Xingyun is gentle, but only in front of her.
In other words, Xingyun was now following the unclear person with his head down, taking small steps, and He Jiuyue must be by his side.
But why did He Jiuyue come here?
This place is a day and a half's journey from the capital.
Even if he slept for a day and a half, she would still rush over day and night, rain or shine, to arrive at this time.
She... is here to see him?
But didn’t he “fall off a cliff” and be smashed to pieces?
She insisted on coming, was it because she wanted to see him alive or his body?
But after falling from a height of thousands of feet, the person pretending to be him would probably be torn apart and would not be able to recognize his appearance before death. What would be the point of her coming to recognize him?
Go all out to help him collect the "corpse".
A tingling sensation, like the bites of ants and insects, came over me inexplicably.
Feeling unwell, Wen Zheliu's thoughts were briefly distracted, and a sticky feeling gradually arose.
He lowered his head suddenly and found that his clothes were wet.
It was strange that when he usually sweated, it would only soak his inner clothes and would not see through three or four layers of clothes, making it clearly visible to people outside.
Moreover, even if he sweated profusely, there was only a faint odor of human sweat.
Why is there a fishy and sweet smell this time?
It's like the milk that babies drink.
Wen Zheliu's cheeks turned red. He was stunned for a moment before slowly taking off his wet clothes.
He knew that when the child was born, he, as a father, would use his own flesh and blood to breastfeed the child with all his heart and soul, but he never expected that this would happen before the child was born.
He was only a few months pregnant and something like this happened. What will happen next?
If he discusses with his ministers and accidentally...
"Sir!" Xiaobai called him softly from outside, "I see you've been awake for a while. Do you need me to prepare a meal for you?"
Wasn't he in the carriage? How did Xiaobai know he was awake?
If Xiaobai is outside the window and can see what is happening inside, then wouldn't He Jiuyue, who is also outside the window, be able to discover him?
With a swish, he pulled the carriage curtain shut. Wen Zheliu hummed a single note from his nose: "Hmm."
It's not a big deal if he can't eat or sleep.
After all, he has gotten used to it over the past decade.
But the fetus in the belly cannot be starved.
Siji Wenzheliu couldn't help feeling nauseous when he smelled the steaming aroma of food. Xiaobai only took the pancake that had been smoked on the stove once and was still warm before putting it in.
The carriage curtains were drawn, and there was no air circulation. Xiaobai wrinkled his nose.
"Sir, do you smell a strange odor?" He stood there, unable to explain what it was. He sniffed left and right, then continued, "It smells like blood, but also a little sweet..."
“No.”
Wen Zheliu wrapped his coat tightly around him and coldly interrupted Xiaobai, hooking his four fingers together and saying, "Give me the cake."
Xiaobai's nose is as sharp as a dog's.
But we can't blame it all on his dog nose. The fishy and sweet smell is so strong, how could anyone with a normal sense of smell not smell it?
Even if you have been in an abalone shop for a long time and don't smell the stench, you can still vaguely smell a hint of milky aroma at the tip of your nose.
He said nothing, just ate his bread silently.
The embarrassment was like a vulture circling around a corpse, lingering. Wen Zheliu was so focused on how to bring up the topic of the aroma of milk that for a moment, his delicate stomach even forgot to expel the food from his mouth.
Xiaobai had been following Wenzheliu for two months and was no longer so straightforward without caring about other people's lives. Gradually, he also learned to observe people's words and expressions.
Wen Zheliu lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, obviously unwilling to talk more about this topic.
Then why should he ask?
"I'm sorry, sir. I must have smelled it wrong." Xiaobai admitted his mistake quickly.
Finally, he got through this predicament. Wen Zheliu changed from chewing the bread with big mouthfuls, keeping people at a distance, to tearing off a small piece with the tip of his teeth and chewing it slowly in his mouth.
He swallowed a small piece of white cake, his voice as calm as usual.
"Have you seen the princess outside?"
"My lord, I'm watching."
Although Xiaobai learned to read people's expressions, he only became smooth in dealing with people, not mercenary. He blinked his clear eyes and reported everything to Wen Zheliu.
He Jiuyue's sudden visit caught them off guard.
Fortunately, their carriage was parked in a secluded place and ordinary people could not find it. He Jiuyue seemed to be just passing by here, taking a short rest, and did not stop.
She didn't come this way, but went towards the cliff.
He Jiuyue is going to the cliff?
With a lot of thoughts in his mind, Wen Zheliu accidentally bit the soft flesh between his lips and tongue with his canine teeth.
"Hiss!" Pain suddenly came.
The smell of blood filled his mouth, and Wen Zheliu no longer had any desire to eat. He even felt sour and bitter in his mouth, and felt nauseous. He froze for a moment, and finally moved again, lazily putting the pancake on the table.
"No thanks." He waved his hand lightly.
Seeing Wen Zheliu's brows slightly furrowed and his voice trembling, Xiaobai thought that his stomach was tied with a cloth belt and he couldn't bear the pain. He put away the half-eaten cake that Wen Zheliu had eaten and reached out to his slender waist.
"But this cloth is too tight? Sir, there's no one outside checking right now. If you feel uncomfortable, you can untie the cloth and rest for a while."
Wen Zheliu waved his hand.
“No need to untie it.”
He has always been strict with himself and lenient with others.
If someone else had to endure the pain of being pregnant and wearing a belly binder, he would not be able to bear it, but when it happened to him, he did not think there was anything wrong with it.
After all, he returned to Xiyue, and in order to hide it from his ministers, he had to be tied up.
The pregnancy was still young, and his abdomen was only slightly bulging. If he tied it up, it would only cause slight discomfort. But when the pregnancy was more advanced, it would be hard to say. If he waited until then to tie it up, he would probably be in so much pain that he would scream in pain and would not be able to tie it up.
It’s safer to keep your abdomen bound.
It's a habit.
He talked to Xiaobai with his mouth, but his eyes never opened. He seemed extremely tired, and even the small action of opening his eyelids was done with difficulty.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Xiaobai was worried.
"……Um?"
Perhaps he felt lazy after eating, Wen Zheliu closed his eyes and was unwilling to move.
He raised his hand, and was about to find a random excuse to send Xiaobai away, but when he moved again, his stomach churned with discomfort, and he had to stop his hand halfway in mid-air.
"Meow~" Xueyu, who was strolling outside, couldn't find her owner for a long time, so she followed the scent and jumped into the carriage from the window.
Its azure cat eyes rolled around, as bright as gems.
Wen Zheliu was about to fall asleep, but was brought back to consciousness by the warmth between his knees.
How did Xueyu jump onto his lap?
"Xiaobai," Wen Zheliu reached out his hand to feel Xueyu's belly, and indeed, he felt a hollow space. He tilted his head slightly and ordered Xiaobai, "Give me the leftover bread. It's hungry."
Xiaobai held the cake in his hands, his movements obviously hesitant.
"This cake is made of chestnut flour and butter. Wouldn't it be a shame to feed it to a cat that's not picky about food?"
"No problem."
Wen Zheliu stroked the snow jade twice with his fingertips, and his body relaxed a little. He spoke slowly and steadily.
"It's icy and snowy here, so it's hard to catch mice. Since this snow jade cake is edible, give it to it... As for how to make me feel better, just lift the curtain."
He had just drawn the curtain to block out the outside view and prevent He Jiuyue from seeing him.
Although the plan was accomplished, it unintentionally hurt himself.
Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of your own.
Now that He Jiuyue had left, he could just open the curtain and breathe in the cool but refreshing air outside to relieve the stuffiness in his chest.
Xueyu was a father to anyone who gave her milk. She held the cake with her two front paws and gnawed on it with her little sharp teeth, eating it all up with a grunt.
It was full and satisfied, and its claws stepped on Wenzheliu's knees.
...It was when the kittens were still breastfeeding and were leaning on their father to suckle.
Wait, how did Xueyu smell the milk scent on him?
Wen Zheliu's pale cheeks turned slightly red.
The water stain on his chest was wet and dried, but it was stuffy in his underwear and under the blanket, and there was no sign of drying for a long time. He was emotionally excited, and the traces of ambiguity suddenly evaporated.
Thanks to the milk smell from the chest, Xiaobai didn't smell it.
"Xiaobai, find some clean clothes."
Wen Zheliu gently held Xueyu in his hands and lifted him up a little to cover the suspicious area of his shirt on his chest.
Xiaobai didn't understand, but did as he was told.
After taking off his wet and messy clothes and changing into clean ones, Wen Zheliu carefully retracted the blanket, but shivered from the heat from the spot that was obviously hotter than the one next to it.
If there were other warm blankets, he wouldn't even want this blanket that had some ambiguous smell on it.
He had never been a sensual person.
How did it become like this now?
Could it be that I have been suppressed for too long... ?
But regardless of the fact that he has someone in his heart, he is pregnant with He Jiuyue's child. How can he find other women to satisfy his obscene desires?
Wen Zheliu lay on the couch in a daze, not saying a word no matter how Xueyu meowed.
Xueyu felt bored and went back the same way.
Wen Zheliu was the only one left in the narrow carriage.
There was no living thing around him, and the secret thoughts that had just been suppressed in his heart rekindled like weeds touching fire, and swept through Wen Zheliu's entire body.
Wasn't it just now...why...
It seems that after having a child, this desire becomes stronger.
No wonder Daddy said before that a pregnant man cannot leave his wife.
At first, he only thought that when a man was pregnant and unwell, he needed his wife to take care of him. After all, compared with a slave, a wife could convey the warm maternal message to the restless fetus in her belly through physical contact.
Until today, the inexplicable evil thoughts have been entangled in him like a python, and it was only when he heard Zheliu that he suddenly realized.
It turns out that a wife is also needed in this regard.
But he couldn't accept it mentally and physically if he looked for other women.
Going back to look for He Jiuyue is even more nonsense.
Her legs were naturally spread apart, feeling empty, and she subconsciously closed them, clamping the blanket covering her body.
No, that can't be done.
This is the second time today, we must not indulge ourselves any more.
The hot flush on his face had not yet subsided, and Wen Zheliu was sweating profusely. He reached out to touch his forehead and felt vaguely hot. He was about to lift the curtain and call Xiaobai to confirm whether he had a fever.
Suddenly, my ears caught a familiar voice outside.
"Emissary Dugu, how are you?"
He Jiuyue actually came back again.
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