After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

After kissing the corner of his mouth, Wen Baizhi immediately looked at Si Jiu's reaction like a thief.

Seeing that he was still asleep, I felt relieved.

She is not a fool, she can also see Si Jiu's feelings for her.

But Si Jiu is different from ordinary people. He has always trapped himself in his own world. If she forces him to come out, it would be more trouble than it’s worth. It would be bad if she scared him.

This is not something that can be rushed, and needs to be done slowly and gradually.

She was not in a hurry. After all, they were husband and wife now and she had plenty of time.

After wiping off the blood on Si Jiu's body, Wen Baizhi found a clean undershirt and put it on Si Jiu.

Seeing him so unconsciously letting herself toy with him, Wen Baizhi felt a strong sense of bitterness.

The body under her palm was thin and pale, with protruding ribs and a sunken belly, making him look as fragile as a dead tree.

Wen Baizhi suppressed her bitterness and put Si Jiu, who was dressed, back into the quilt.

Worried that he would be cold, she took out the glass bottle she had just made today, filled it with hot water, covered it with a condom, and placed it on his abdomen.

It's been extremely cold there, and it would be better if there was something warm.

After finishing all this, Wen Baizhi still couldn't give up, as she had to feed him medicine later.

The wound wasn't deep but it was a wound nonetheless.

You still have to take good care of it.

She called for peace.

"Should the governor not go on duty tomorrow?"

Ping An bowed and said, "Li Qing has conveyed the emperor's oral order. The governor has made great contributions in protecting the emperor. From tomorrow until the end of the autumn hunt, you don't have to go on duty. You can stay in the tent and recuperate."

Wen Baizhi asked again: "How did Your Majesty deal with the news that the governor was assassinated?"

Ping An considered and said, "Your Majesty has already imprisoned those envoys from the Chidu Kingdom and sent someone from the Dali Temple to investigate this matter. When I went to look for Doctor Rong, I heard that the guards and palace maids already knew about the assassination of the Du Gong."

Wen Baizhi pondered in her heart.

Qi Yanan is not such an imprudent person.

Anyone who can get close to him must have gone through layers of inspection.

Even if they were envoys from the Chidu Kingdom, according to etiquette, they were allowed to bring weapons in, but Qi Yan'an would not be stupid enough to just sit there and let them assassinate him.

In the end, not a single one of those guards and imperial guards was used, and the unarmed Si Jiu was asked to help him block the arrow.

It's so weird.

Wen Baizhi didn't ask any more questions: "In this case, we should close the tent and send a few capable people to guard outside the tent. If anyone comes to visit, we can tell them that the governor has not recovered yet and it is not appropriate for him to see outsiders."

Ping An asked quietly, "What if His Majesty sent someone?"

Wen Baizhi said contemptuously: "Don't worry, he won't send anyone. He didn't even send the imperial physician. His attitude towards this place is clear at a glance. He just wants to achieve his goal. Whether the governor is dead or alive is worthless to him."

Ping An listened to Wen Baizhi's undisguised hostility towards His Majesty, and dared not say more. He hurriedly retreated to find Rong Heng to get the boiled medicine.

Wen Baizhi looked at Si Jiu's pale and thin face under the candlelight, and the doubts in her heart grew more and more.

Qi Yan'an must have done it on purpose. He held banquets for two consecutive days to get himself drunk and give Chi Duguo the opportunity to assassinate him.

But what about Si Jiu?

What role does Si Jiu play in this?

What is Qi Yanan’s purpose in doing this?

Wen Baizhi was still thinking when she saw Si Jiu slowly waking up.

She held Si Jiu's right hand and said, "You're awake, how do you feel?"

Just as Si Jiu was about to speak, she covered her lips with her hand again.

"Don't talk, save your energy and recover well."

Si Jiu's lips curved up, his eyes filled with crushed tenderness.

Just at this moment, Ping'an came in with the boiled medicine.

Wen Baizhi asked him: "Let me help you get up and drink the medicine."

Si Jiu nodded slightly.

Wen Baizhi leaned over, put her arms around his shoulders, and slowly helped him sit up.

She stuffed another pillow behind him: "It will be more comfortable if you lean on it."

Si Jiu's eyes sparkled.

After Wen Baizhi settled him down, she took the medicine bowl.

Ping An handed her the bowl of medicine and left silently.

Wen Baizhi turned the spoon to let the medicine cool down slowly.

Both of them were speechless at this moment, but there was an unknown emotion flowing between them.

Wen Baizhi scooped a spoonful until there was no more steam coming out of the medicine bowl.

"You can drink now."

Si Jiu opened his mouth and drank the medicine.

Wen Baizhi fed him another spoonful.

"I'm in a hurry today. I didn't prepare any preserves for you. Just bear with it for now."

She knew that Si Jiu had long lost his sense of taste, but she was still worried that Si Jiu would find it bitter as usual.

Only with her can Si Jiu be treated as a normal person.

He drank the medicine sip after sip.

Wen Baizhi put the empty bowl on the table, came back and asked Si Jiu: "Do you want me to help you lie down and rest for a while?"

Si Jiu still shook his head and said the first words after returning.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight."

Perhaps he hadn't spoken for a long time, so his voice was a little hoarse when he said this.

Wen Baizhi sat down beside him, took his hand and held it in her own to warm it.

“You are the one who works the hardest.”

Si Jiu felt the warmth of her hand and suddenly realized that there was warmth in his abdomen as well.

He reached into the quilt and felt something on his stomach.

Wen Baizhi knew that he had discovered the existence of the glass bottle, so she said, "Take it out and have a look."

Si Jiu took the glass bottle out of the quilt as instructed.

"What is this?" he asked.

Wen Baizhi explained: "This is a glass bottle that I asked Ping An to find a craftsman to make for you. You can put some hot water in it and put it on your abdomen to keep you warm. When you have cold hands or feet, you can use this bottle to hold water to keep you warm."

Si Jiu looked at the bottle that was filled with Wen Baizhi's love. He touched it and it was really warm.

Seeing that he was a little dazed, Wen Baizhi took the bottle and put it back into the quilt for him.

"Let it go where it belongs. Is it warm?" she asked.

Si Jiu nodded subconsciously: "Very warm." Just like you.

Wen Baizhi said proudly: "Then I feel relieved. You don't know, I was worried that you would be burned if I directly used the bottle to put hot water in you, so I went to find Cuizhi and made a piece of clothing for the bottle, so that you wouldn't feel too hot with the cloth between you."

Si Jiu wanted to cry again.

Although Qi Yan'an had told him that nothing would go wrong with the assassination attempt tonight, nothing would really happen to him.

But when the arrow shot towards him, at that moment he really thought he was going to die.

The moment the arrow hit his body, all he saw was Wen Baizhi, and all he could think about was her.

Will she cry for her departure?

Will she be bullied after he leaves?

In her long life, will she ever think of the existence of such a person as him?

But at this moment, she was still sitting in front of him, still thinking about him in everything.

For the first time, he thanked God for not letting him leave this world.

In the world before Wen Baizhi, he thought about leaving countless times.

But now he can't bear to leave anymore.

Wen Baizhi noticed that his face looked strange: "What's wrong, Zijin? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

It’s like a child who has suffered a lot of injustice outside. He could have endured it alone, but when asked by someone close to him, he can no longer hold it in.

Si Jiu struggled to turn sideways and threw himself into her arms.

He was in her arms, crying and asking, "Why are you so good to me?"

I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it.