After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

In the evening, Ping'an came to find Wen Baizhi with Si Jiu's dinner.

To call it dinner is just praising the yellow steamed bun.

"Why is he eating this steamed bun? It's not made of white flour. Si Jiu has a bad stomach. Shouldn't we give him some white porridge or something that's easier for him to digest?"

Ping An explained awkwardly: "Madam, you don't know. The reason why we don't eat white flour buns is because food is scarce now. The governor said that he can't eat much anyway, so he didn't let us bother to prepare food for him. The reason why we don't eat porridge is because the governor said that he needs to drink less water, and there is water in porridge."

Drink less water again.

Wen Baizhi thought she probably knew the reason.

She took the bowl with only a steamed bun in it from Ping An's hand and said, "Leave the rest to me. I'll find you in time if there's anything."

Ping An expressed his gratitude and went down to do his work.

Wen Baizhi stood outside the tent, took a deep breath, then lifted the curtain and walked in.

She didn't know what she was so nervous about.

It's just that I have been separated from Si Jiu for more than half a month.

Before that, they had already been in a relationship where they could talk about anything and touch each other everywhere.

Now she was a little at a loss.

But before she could think too much, when she walked into the tent, she saw Si Jiu lying on his side, curled up in a ball.

He pressed his hands tightly against his abdomen, and his knees were also pressed against his upper body because they were bent.

Because his back was facing away from her, Wen Baizhi couldn't see his face at first.

But I don't need to think about it to know that it must be the same as before. It must be because the pain cannot be unbearable.

Wen Baizhi quickly put the bowl aside and walked quickly to the couch.

She knelt on the couch and tried to turn Si Jiu's body over.

But when her hand just touched Si Jiu's body, she saw him shaking violently a few times.

She knew that Si Jiu must be unable to bear the pain.

She stepped over Si Jiu's body and went to the inside of the couch.

From then on, all of Si Jiu's appearances appeared before her.

Si Jiu bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, his eyes were clearly closed, his face was covered with sweat from the pain, his face was paler than paper, but he forced himself not to scream out.

Wen Baizhi knew that she couldn't dwell on such trivial matters as when Si Jiu would recognize her.

If Si Jiu continues like this, he might lose half his life.

She tried to get Si Jiu to straighten his body first, as keeping him pressed against her like that would make it more likely for his stomach to get injured or even bleed.

She tried to pry Si Jiu's knees apart.

I don’t know where he got the strength from, but he refused to let her succeed.

Wen Baizhi had no choice but to say the first words she had ever said to him since she came here.

"Zijin, it's me, Baizhi. I'm coming. Please listen to me. Please relax first and stop pushing against me like this, okay?"

She didn't hope that Si Jiu, who was in severe pain, would hear what she said, but Si Jiu heard it anyway.

He even opened his eyes that could not see.

As Si Jiu lowered his knees, his body slowly straightened, and his hands, covered with scars, pressed against his abdomen were also seen by Wen Baizhi.

Wen Baizhi held his hands: "Zijin, you are injured."

She knelt beside Sijiu. Sijiu couldn't see her, but he knew where she was.

Si Jiu could no longer pretend to be strong at this moment.

He was really too tired and in too much pain.

He really couldn't be alone.

He needs Wen Baizhi.

He needs her.

Si Jiu didn't know where he got the last bit of strength from, he just propped himself up a little bit, and with great effort and difficulty he moved himself in front of Wen Baizhi on the couch.

Si Jiu stretched out his skinny arms, hugged Wen Baizhi's waist regardless of anything, and buried his face in her belly.

It was clear that his arms around her were still shaking uncontrollably, but he still held on tightly to his only piece of driftwood with his last bit of strength.

"Baizhi, Baizhi." Although he hadn't called her like this in front of her for a long time.

But only he himself knew that in the countless dreams when he finally fell asleep, he called her name countless times.

Wen Baizhi was held like this by him, and for some reason, she also felt the surging love and despair in him.

But now she was kneeling here, and he was holding her like this, with no support from behind, so she was very tired and could easily fall backwards.

So she wanted to move her body a little and adjust her posture so that she could hug Si Jiu more comfortably.

But her legs were still pressed on the couch. If she wanted to adjust them, she would have to let Si Jiu move first.

She said, "Zijin, please move aside for a moment. I need to adjust my sitting position."

Si Jiu didn't move at all, and Wen Baizhi was really about to fall backwards.

She had no choice but to slowly put Si Jiu back on the couch herself.

She quickly adjusted her sitting position, leaning against the wall at the head of the couch and shoving a pillow behind herself until she felt comfortable.

Since she put Si Jiu back on the couch, he has remained in that position without moving at all.

It was like a little animal abandoned in the snow, waiting to die alone.

But fortunately, Si Jiu waited for his soft-hearted God.

Wen Baizhi stretched out her legs and helped Si Jiu to her side.

Let Si Jiu lie on his lap.

Si Jiu felt her movements, and only after she placed him on her thighs did Si Jiu gradually move.

He hugged her waist again as he did before.

"Why are you here now?"

He said the same thing again when Wen Baizhi was drunk and asleep during the autumn hunt.

But at that time he only dared to say it when she couldn't hear him.

Now he dared to complain directly to her.

Wen Baizhi knew that he was still feeling uncomfortable: "You must know everything. For some reason, His Majesty sent a royal doctor to the mansion to check my pulse and give me medicine three times a day. I couldn't get out at all, otherwise I would have come out to find you a long time ago."

It was clear that the two had an unpleasant encounter the last time they met.

But when they met this time, both of them tacitly did not mention what happened last time.

Maybe it’s because they all know how difficult it is to get together.

Therefore, cherish every hard-earned moment together.

Si Jiu didn't say anything.

Naturally he knew everything that went on in the mansion.

He even knew what Wen Baizhi ate for three meals a day.

But he still felt aggrieved.

Perhaps Wen Baizhi's long-standing preference for him gave him the courage and capital to feel wronged.

He never dared to say these words before.

He didn't even dare to think about it.

Wen Baizhi's other main task was to get Si Jiu to see a doctor for his health.

She stroked Si Jiu's hair as she did before: "Zi Jin, you don't know how anxious I was when I came here and saw you unconscious. Rong Heng is not here, and there is no other doctor who can treat you. I can only ask Ping An to find a doctor nearby for you, is that okay?"

Si Jiu was about to speak when he felt a stone-like pain in his lower abdomen.

After he endured one wave, another wave came right after him.

He couldn't bear it any longer and let out the first cry of pain that night.

Wen Baizhi hurriedly leaned over to see his condition.