After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Si Jiu's first reaction was to worry whether Wen Baizhi would be angry.

Qi Yanan had this plan a long time ago.

He had come to me before the autumn hunt and told me about this plan.

He had no choice but to agree.

But he really did feel a moment of reluctance and fear yesterday.

I can’t bear to leave Wen Baizhi, I can’t bear to leave her.

He tried to reach out for Wen Baizhi's hand.

He desperately wanted to feel her body temperature so that he wouldn't be so scared.

Wen Baizhi looked at him coldly, and when he stretched out his hand, she immediately stepped back to prevent him from reaching her.

Si Jiu was suddenly terrified as if he was overwhelmed.

He explained in a panic: "Your Majesty and I had drawn up this plan before we met you. Everything is under my control. Just as you said, this arrow will not really kill me. We just need to act out a real play."

Wen Baizhi said calmly, "But have you ever thought that if His Majesty really wanted you to die, he would have countless ways to treat you after you were shot by an arrow, so that you would not be able to survive."

Si Jiu knew, how could he not know.

"I know everything. His Majesty has been quite wary of me for the past three years. On the surface, he needs to rely on my power to eliminate his thorns in the court, but behind the scenes, he is very disdainful of me. I know all this."

Wen Baizhi was almost laughing out of anger: "Since you know everything, are you still so confident in handing your life to him? You don't know, when you were sent back yesterday, I saw that you were shot and bleeding, I was scared to death. If anything happened to you yesterday, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Si Jiu didn't care about the injuries on his body. He lay on the couch, supporting himself with his elbows, and kept moving forward.

"I know. I was really scared yesterday. I was afraid that something might happen to me and I wouldn't be able to come back. I was afraid that you would be sad, but I was also afraid that you wouldn't be sad. I was even more afraid that if I really left, your situation in Beijing would be very difficult."

After all, Qi Yan'an hated him so much. If he left, Wen Baizhi, as his nominal wife, would definitely not be let go by him.

Seeing how anxious he was to explain and how he kept trying to get closer to her, Wen Baizhi couldn't pretend any longer, no matter how cruel she was.

She finally sat down on the couch, lifted up Si Jiu's leaning body, and held him in her arms.

Si Jiu breathed heavily in her arms as if he had been resurrected.

Wen Baizhi was worried that he might not be able to catch his breath, so she went to help him smooth his back.

Si Jiu tightly grasped her clothes around her waist, and said cautiously, "Can you not be angry with me?"

Wen Baizhi couldn't help herself and touched his face: "If I say I'm not angry, would you believe me?"

Si Jiu's eyes were filled with tears: "I believe you. I will believe you as long as you say it."

Wen Baizhi knocked on his head. "You are just an idiot. If I am angry, I am angry at Qi Yan'an." She actually called His Majesty by his name. "I only feel sorry for your helplessness and worry about your safety. If something really happens to you, I really don't know what to do."

Yesterday her hands were shaking with worry, she was so afraid that something might happen to him.

Si Jiu didn't know that he held such an important position in her heart.

It turns out that people also worry about my life and death.

Wen Baizhi continued: "If you encounter any problems that you can't decide in the future, you can discuss it with me. Although I can't help you, I can at least give you some ideas so that you don't have to be so embarrassed."

Si Jiu asked in shock: "Can I tell you?"

Wen Baizhi said: "Of course you can, you can tell me everything, good or bad. You usually keep too many things in your heart, and you've become sick from holding them in. Many times people need to vent those things, and when your heart is at peace, your body will be better."

All she is thinking about now is how to make Si Jiu have a healthier body. After all, the body is the capital of revolution.

Not to mention that every time Si Jiu was sick and tortured, she felt extremely distressed.

She doesn't want to have big goals, she just hopes Si Jiu can be healthier.

Si Jiu was still suffering from a high fever, and his head felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

Even the breath was hot.

He pressed tightly against Wen Baizhi, feeling her entire heartbeat.

Wen Baizhi touched his burning forehead again with great distress.

"The temperature won't drop. It looks like we have to ask Rong Heng to come today."

At this moment, Si Jiu's body felt like it was burning in fire, and it was burning hot all over.

Wen Baizhi's hand covering his forehead was not cold, but the temperature made him feel very comfortable.

He followed his instinct and rubbed his head towards Wen Baizhi's hand like a kitten.

Wen Baizhi noticed his movements and asked, "It's still very uncomfortable, right? Will you feel more comfortable if my hand is against you?"

Si Jiu didn't answer her, but his actions answered everything.

He was desperately craving for her closeness at this moment.

This was a very small request, and Wen Baizhi put one arm around his waist to prevent him from falling.

The other hand slowly moved from his forehead to his cheek and finally to his neck.

After staying in each place for a while, Wen Baizhi felt that her hands were warmed.

His fever was really high. If there was a modern thermometer at this moment, it would probably be around 40 degrees.

Si Jiu let out a satisfied sigh under her palm. The warmth could reach deep into his soul and could quickly extinguish the fire in his soul.

But as time went on, Si Jiu gave fewer and fewer responses.

Wen Baizhi called him a few times.

At first he was able to respond, but later he had no response at all.

Wen Baizhi looked at his face and saw that his lips were slightly open, and the skin on his lips had already been burned and peeled.

His forehead was still hot and his cheeks were unusually rosy.

Wen Baizhi patted his cheek: "Zijin? Zijin?"

He didn't answer.

Wen Baizhi suddenly felt something was wrong, so she quickly put him down and went to find Ping An, asking him to find Rong Heng.

When Rong Heng arrived, he found that Si Jiu had already fallen into a coma due to high fever.

He also checked the wound first, and after finding that there was nothing wrong, he took his pulse.

Wen Baizhi was anxiously waiting for the result.

After taking the patient's pulse, Rong Heng gave the reason.

"Si Jiu's health was not good before. Some time ago, he had fluid accumulation in both knees. Then he was shot by an arrow. It hurt his foundation. This is why all the symptoms broke out at once, causing him to fall into this high fever coma."

Wen Baizhi knew these things: "What should I do now?"

Rong Heng looked at Wen Baizhi and said, "The environment here is very simple. I have to go to the mountains to pick many medicinal herbs. I went to pick herbs yesterday. My suggestion is that he should return to Kyoto and recuperate there. It will be better."