Chapter 41: Protecting the Master feels good, but it’s still inferior to Wen Zheliu…
The room fell into a dead silence. Chen Jin raised his head cautiously, trying to catch a glimpse of He Jiuyue's expression. When he met her half-smile, he got goosebumps all over his body.
"I don't know." Chen Jin had some guesses in her heart, but she and He Jiuyue were master and servant. Even if He Jiuyue didn't put on airs, she still had to have the awareness of being a subordinate. She should not ask about things that she shouldn't know, and if she really wanted to know, she could only ask in a roundabout way.
Although He Jiuyue said that she could ask anything she wanted, but Chen Jin had been with He Jiuyue for so many years, didn't he know her well?
He Jiuyue never showed her emotions, but the more nonchalant she looked, the more she cared in her heart.
Not to mention that she had been so close to Wen Zheliu before. On her rare day off, she even took him out to buy clothes. Even when she saw Wen Zheliu lose his temper, she asked her to go out and buy a bunch of candies, and she used her humble words to coax Wen Zheliu.
The princess is a loyal person. She was so good to Wen Zheliu before, there is no reason for her to stop loving him.
"If you don't know, stop gossiping. You don't even have a man yet and you're asking about other people's family affairs."
He Jiuyue originally wanted to analyze her inner thoughts with Chen Jin like she did with Guan Ze, but seeing Chen Jin's guilty look, words came to her lips several times but she couldn't say them. She had no choice but to wave her hand, indicating that the topic should be dropped.
"How's Pingyang County? You sent someone to get the jade talisman. Have you seen my father and my younger brother?"
When it came to business, Chen Jin became bolder. She straightened her bent back slightly and said, "I have already sent people to Pingyang County twice to investigate. I have good news and bad news."
As soon as He Jiuyue heard Chen Jin cough, she knew she was about to give a long speech, so she hurriedly spoke in advance and ruthlessly interrupted her speech.
"Stop beating around the bush. What are the good news and the bad news? Just tell me directly."
"The good news is that this jade talisman is real. The people I sent did enter Pingyang County and met Lord Zhong and Young Master He."
Chen Jin swallowed his saliva, his face showing embarrassment. "The bad news is that Lord Zhong is ill. There's no one in Pingyang County who can treat him. I sent people to the capital to find a doctor, but they couldn't find one. In my opinion, perhaps I should ask Envoy Wu to go there."
Dad is sick? He Jiyue frowned.
Her father was indeed frail and often sickly. He would get a headache and fever if he was exposed to the wind for a while, but he took medicine intermittently to recuperate, and it was just a minor illness. Why did he become so seriously ill this time?
Is there someone evil behind this, or is it just that my father is old and his health is declining day by day...
When talking about people who are often sick, He Jiuyue couldn't help but think of Wen Zheliu's snow-pale face.
He also feels uncomfortable when exposed to the wind. He coughs and gasps every time he takes a step. He vomits if the food he eats is not tasty. His body is more fragile than tofu.
Not only is he bedridden, but he can't see anything either.
But the last time she went to Changle Palace, his round eyes were very bright, and he didn't look blind.
Wen Zheliu is just like a cat, cunning, full of tricks, and every move is captivating. She originally thought that since she entered the game as a hunter, she would not be affected by him, but unexpectedly, if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet.
Even though Guan Ze kept telling her not to get involved, she still fell into it in the end.
Thanks to Emperor Jingming forcing her father and younger brother, she was able to extricate herself with great difficulty. However, although she left Wen Zheliu in body, her heart was not with her.
Whenever she thought of his sweet smile after his success, or dreamed of his angry eyes, her heart would ache.
"It's not a difficult thing. I'll write a letter to Wu Yang and ask her to find a time to leave the capital."
He Jiyue pressed her hand against her forehead, forcing the thought of Wen Zheliu, who had intruded without permission, out of her mind: "How ill is father? Is he able to get out of bed?"
"The Lord is seriously ill and has been bedridden for half a month." Chen Jin carefully considered his words, realizing that this was a serious matter and that he couldn't be vague, so he spoke the truth. "The palace doctor said that we must prepare for his funeral."
He Jiuyue traveled all night between the southeast and the capital, and finally returned to the camp. He wanted to rest for three to five days, and take charge of the southeast to help the southeast county restore its former peace and let the civilians who had fled to the bandits return to their hometown to farm. When he heard the word "afterwards", he immediately stood up.
"You maintain order here. I'm going to Pingyang County to see my father."
She was an absolute action-oriented person. Often, the moment she gave an order, her body had already started moving. While she was still talking to Chen Jin, her hands had already untied the reins that Xingyun had hung on the tree.
"Princess, everyone in Pingyang County is your Majesty's people. It would be inappropriate for you to attend the banquet alone. Bring a group of people..."
He Jiuyue listened with her ears and moved her body. She pushed the saddle with her left foot, and her whole body flew into the air. She waved the whip in her hand, and quickly rode away for dozens of miles, leaving only one sentence in the distance: "You can do whatever you want!"
Capital city, deep palace.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Wen Zheliu slept for another day and night. When he opened his eyes, his head was still dizzy. Fortunately, he had some appetite and ate most of the nest in small bites. Then he curled up at the head of the bed, his eyes dull and empty, coughing occasionally.
"Where's Xueyu?"
He has been keeping Xueyu company these days. Although he can't see her, he feels comfortable holding something warm in his arms. That's why, even though he coughed until his voice was hoarse, he still didn't forget to ask where Xueyu was.
"Don't worry, sir. I'll go find her." Xiaobai searched around outside, climbed up the tree swiftly, pulled down the sleeping Xueyu hanging on the branch, and hurriedly put it into Wen Zheliu's arms.
Xueyu hadn't had enough fun outside yet, and was imprisoned in Wen Zheliu's arms again. She meowed in dissatisfaction.
"Sir, why don't you let Xueyu go out and play for a while?"
Wen Zheliu couldn't see, but Xiaobai could. He looked at the sharp claws exposed on Xiaobai's paw pads, and Wen Zheliu's bare hands with blue veins were so close to the claws that he was so scared that a cold sweat broke out on his back. "It's so violent, I'm afraid it will hurt you."
"……No."
Wen Zheliu felt uncomfortable if he didn't hold something in his hands. He ignored Xueyu's tail flapping and groped to smooth its smooth fur.
He insisted on doing so, and Xiaobai didn't know how to persuade him. He just looked at Wen Zheliu's pale lips, and Xiaobai felt uncomfortable. He couldn't bear to let Wen Zheliu go like this. At the same time, the cat who was about to sneak away talked to himself, scratched his head and started to make small talk.
"Sir, are you hungry? You are weak, and I'm afraid that eating only this little will not be enough."
"Not hungry."
Wen Zheliu's daily activities were limited to the room, moving from the bed to the desk, and then from the desk back to the bed. He didn't exert much physical energy, so he didn't feel hungry even after eating a few steamed buns: "I'm just tired."
"Meow meow meow!" Xueyu called out again, her tone drawn out, obviously she was acting coquettishly. Wen Zheliu felt strange at first. He kept touching Xueyu, and Xueyu should have felt impatient. Why was she acting coquettishly to him?
It wasn't until he touched its belly and found it was horribly deflated that he understood the reason.
"Xiaobai, I should have half a bowl of meat porridge left this morning."
Wen Zheliu touched Xueyu, whose voice was becoming increasingly louder after her evil plan succeeded, and stroked its fur with his hand. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Feed it with this, don't let it starve."
Xiaobai glanced at Xueyu's overflowing belly and said, "Master, please don't spoil it. I didn't deprive it of food, it's just that it's greedy..."
"Feed it here." Wen Zheliu said concisely.
As he was talking, the white in front of his eyes turned to a mixture of black and white, and the scene inside the house slowly emerged. Before he could see clearly, a black and yellow shadow suddenly jumped in from the window and went straight to the small bowl of meat porridge that Xiaobai had placed in the corner.
It moved swiftly, and was indeed a raccoon with distinct patterns.
"Meow!" Xueyu quickly jumped down from Wen Zheliu's knees and fought with the raccoon slave who came to snatch food.
The two cats howled with hoarse voices and fought for dozens of rounds. The fight ended with Li Nu scratching Xue Yu several times and knocking over the bowl of meat porridge.
Seeing Xueyu falling into a disadvantage, Wen Zheliu, who was watching from the side, felt anxious and reached out to pull Li Nu away.
Unexpectedly, the raccoon was ferocious by nature. Not only was he able to suppress Xueyu, he also had time to scratch Wen Zheliu with his claws.
"Young master, be careful!" Xiaobai hurriedly protected Wen Zheliu.
Xueyu was also concerned about her second owner, Wen Zheliu, and was timid at first. But when she saw Li Nu fighting with Wen Zheliu, the whole cat got furious, pounced on Li Nu and fought with him, scaring him away.
"Meow, meow~" After driving away the raccoon slave, Xueyu raised her voice and rubbed around Zheliu, as if the Sangbiao who had just fought with the raccoon slave was not it.
Wen Zheliu reached out and touched its ears, his round eyes drooping: "Good snow jade."
Xueyu's bravery in protecting her master reminded him of He Jiuyue when he first arrived in the capital.
At that time, she had not learned martial arts systematically from the nun, and only knew a few general moves. But when she saw him being bullied, she gritted her teeth and went to fight. She not only used her hands but also her mouth. Often after a round, she would be left with a black eye and a swollen face, and the others would be covered in bruises from her bites.
He held her hand and whispered, "He Wuhuan, does it hurt?" She wiped the blood from her nose and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, I'm glad you're not hurt."
Now she is strong and invincible, but she no longer protects him like she did in the past.
“Ahem!”
His throat felt itchy again. Wen Zheliu pounded his chest with his hands, trying to get more air into his stuffy lungs. But the opposite happened. The more he coughed, the more he felt dizzy and his hands trembled. Before he could call Xiaobai to help him back to the bed, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
It was exactly two days later that He Jiuyue rode at full speed to Pingyang County.
Facing the setting sun, holding the jade talisman, she ran all the way to Pingyang Mansion. Following her childhood memories, she went straight to the main house and saw a quiet young man standing outside the house from afar.
"Who is coming?"
There were quite a few palace soldiers under He Jiuyue's mother, He Yuyao, left in Pingyang Mansion. At first, Xingyun's steps were so fast that they didn't react. When they saw He Jiuyue stopped outside the main hall, they surrounded him directly.
After all, they hadn't seen each other for more than ten years. When He Jiuyue saw them, she felt both familiar and unfamiliar. She was about to introduce herself when she suddenly heard the young man behind her say, "Let go, this is someone I know."
He Jiyue turned around, and the boy smiled when he saw her, with dimples on the corners of his mouth: "Liu Yun meets Sister."
This handsome boy turned out to be her younger brother He Liuyun.
He Liuyun is only fourteen years old this year, but he has grown into a handsome young girl. His face is not only fair, but also has a light pink hue, and his lips are red and his teeth are white, which makes him very attractive.
He Jiuyue reached out to her younger brother without any hesitation and pinched his tender cheeks twice.
"Grown up."
It feels good, but it’s still not as good as Wen Zheliu.
...But what's the difference?
He is younger than Wen Zheliu and healthier than Wen Zheliu. His skin is as smooth as a baby's and he has a good figure. There is no reason why he should be worse than Wen Zheliu.
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