Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 63

The two argued incessantly, eventually drawing the attention of the stunningly handsome man in the room across the hall.

[Volume 1, Deer City Chapter: Chapter 55 He Lu]

The two stopped arguing only when he walked up to them.

“Shabolo Yehu! He wants to see a doctor, and I couldn’t stop him!” the man said respectfully to the other man.

Yehu! A Turkic official title! Wei Zijun couldn't help but shudder. Were they going to take him to the Turkic Khaganate?

Sabola!? Is it Nifu Sabola or Yibi Sabola?

"You're taking me to the Turkic Khaganate?!" I hope this isn't true.

The man chuckled. "Oh dear, it seems you're quite lucid. Who said you'd lost your memory? Perhaps you're too busy with a handsome man to want to return to your own man?" His smile was gentle, like a spring flower, but his eyes held a chilling coldness. "How could I, He Lu, be fooled by you!"

He is Helu!? Could he be Ashina Helu!? Nifu Shabolo Yabghu! The descendant of Ishmael, who later called himself Shabolo Khan and was an enemy of the Tang Dynasty!? I never imagined he would be so incredibly handsome.

"Ashina Helu!?" Wei Zijun murmured unconsciously.

"I didn't expect that someone who has lost their memory would still remember me, hahaha---it seems you really have some special feelings for me. Well, look at my appearance, how does it compare to that sickly person lying on the bed?" He Lu said with a teasing look in his eyes, leaning closer.

The sound of illness pulled Wei Zijun back from her reverie. "We can discuss other matters later. Please quickly send someone to find a doctor for a cold."

"There's no need to find a doctor. I don't care whether your man lives or dies, as long as you live well!" Her jade-like face was expressionless, and the coldness in her eyes was like a gust of wind in the dead of winter, chilling one to the bone instantly.

These cold and ruthless words immediately enraged Wei Zijun, who stepped forward and grabbed He Lu's white undergarment. "You are far too heartless! Not to mention that all of this was caused by you, even a passerby would not stand by and watch someone die. How is your behavior any different from that of a butcher!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, she was breathing rapidly, a blush rising to her cheeks, her eyes blazing with anger. "Are you going to look for it or not!"

"Not looking? What can you do about it?" He Lu's face remained frosty.

"Fine!" Wei Zijun gritted her teeth and uttered a single word, "You won't come looking, huh? Then I'll die right here!" As soon as she finished speaking, her right hand shot out, taking advantage of the two men's unpreparedness, she drew the ox-horn dagger from the waist of the man next to her and pressed the tip of the dagger against her own chin.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done so long ago. I suppose I still have some use. Handing over a corpse to your master will surely not please him!"

He Lu was taken aback by her actions. After staring at her for a moment, he said in a deep voice to the man beside him, "Go find it for him! Go now!"

After the man left, He Lu grabbed Wei Zijun's wrist and snatched the dagger from her. "Your man is so lucky!"

Unable to contain her anger, Wei Zijun, along with the grievances of the past two days, erupted and punched He Lu in the chest, shouting, "Why did you arrest me?!" She then kicked He Lu, still furious, and began to punch him repeatedly.

After hitting him for a while, He Lu still didn't react. He himself was panting heavily, and the anger in his heart was momentarily relieved. Exhausted, he sat down on the ground. After a while, he raised his foot and kicked He Lu hard in the shin, yelling, "Get out of here!"

After a while, a "pfft" was heard, and He Lu couldn't help but laugh. "Save your energy for swatting mosquitoes."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zijun became even more furious. She stood up and was about to pounce on him again, but after thinking about it, she held back. Her weak body not only couldn't beat him, but it would also make her a laughingstock. She took a deep breath, turned around, and went into the room.

She closed the door and rushed towards Li Tianqi, crying, "Second Brother, it's all my fault!"

She felt angry, aggrieved, and worried all at once. Looking at his unconscious face, her eyes welled up with tears.

I have never suffered such humiliation, being held hostage, bound, and forced to obey others like a slave.

Always strong-willed, she was always the one giving orders. Her former subordinates admired her abilities and treated her with utmost respect. Even the older veterans, the most arrogant man in the company, would lower their proud heads, greet her, and step aside when they bumped into her in the corridor.

To be bullied by a Turkic barbarian from 1,400 years ago is truly a difficult thing to swallow.

Fortunately, the doctor arrived in time. After taking the medicine, Li Tianqi, who was in a coma, lost his fever and woke up at 7:00 AM.

Because of his illness, Wei Zijun insisted on not going on the journey and wouldn't allow him to get up.

She only agreed when Li Tianqi couldn't stand lying down any longer and begged her to get up and walk around.

Seeing him get up and put on his outer robe, Wei Zijun stopped him, saying, "Wait! Put this on." She untied her own robe, took it off, and handed it to Li Tianqi, saying, "This one is a bit small, wear it underneath."

"No! Put it on right away! Don't get cold!" Li Tianqi refused to put it on.

"Second brother, there's charcoal in this room, and it's not cold, so I won't go out. Besides, I've already asked the waiter to go out and buy some warm clothes. You're still sick, so don't catch a cold. Put some on first, or just stay in bed."

Coaxing and threats were useless; Li Tianqi still refused to wear it.

How could he agree? He protected her in the freezing cold precisely because he was afraid she would get cold. If she caught a chill, all his illness would have been for nothing.

"Second brother, do you think my robe is dirty? Alas! It really breaks my heart!" He feigned a sigh of sorrow, but threats were useless, so he had to try another method.

"Who said that! How could my second brother dislike you! Your robe is not only not dirty, it smells very nice!"

"Don't say I smell good! If you don't wear it, I'll take it off too." This time the threat worked. Li Tianqi knew he meant what he said, so he had no choice but to put on the robe.

The robe looked incredibly comfortable and stylish on Wei Zijun, but it took on a completely different feel when worn by Li Tianqi.

Seeing that the tightly taut collar was about to burst open, Wei Zijun still stubbornly buttoned it up. Looking at the extremely short sleeves hanging on her arms, it was undeniably comical.

Unable to resist any longer, Wei Zijun happily rolled around on the couch.

Li Tianqi was both angry and amused. You were the one who insisted on wearing the clothes, and now you're the one laughing at people after you've worn them. Let's see how I deal with you today!

He turned and lunged forward, clamping her legs that were hanging off the edge of the bed between his legs, and then launched a fierce attack on her armpits with both hands.

Wei Zijun covered her chest with both hands, bursting into laughter. She couldn't run, nor could she even turn over, so she could only plead pitifully, "Second brother, second brother. Please spare me! Ha---ha----"

Li Tianqi was not about to let it go, and his two large hands pressed forward again, ready to launch another attack.

Wei Zijun swiftly reached out and grabbed both of his hands, pulling him along. Suddenly losing his balance, Li Tianqi tumbled towards her.

Just as he was about to press down on her, he quickly raised his elbow, stopping his body from collapsing towards her. His face was now half a foot above hers.