Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

Chapter 220 How long has this situation lasted?

Yun Ji looked away, trying to ease the discomfort by staring at the dusty and rough stones on the ground.

He lowered his head slightly, and was caught off guard to see Yuchi Yi's finger, which was only half broken and still bleeding.

The visual impact was beyond words. Yun Ji's abdomen twitched and he felt more and more uncomfortable.

He simply closed his eyes and let the shadow that knew the way back walk slowly forward on his own, following the crowd back to the tent.

The confrontation between the two sides lasted for about two hours, and when they returned, it was time for dinner.

I learned from the sentry standing at the city gate, watching the wind direction, that Your Majesty had captured Prince Beishuo with his own hands.

The current situation is very good for them. The cooks openly set up the boiler and happily cook to fill the soldiers' stomachs.

Before this, as the battle situation was unclear, the cooks in Dali were afraid of exposing their whereabouts and did not dare to use the boiler to cook every day. They only cooked a little every two days and distributed it to each camp for consumption.

The aroma wafted over, causing many soldiers who had not eaten hot meals for a long time and had only been eating cold dry rations to start swallowing involuntarily.

Yun Yan herself was not weak and had no major pregnancy reaction. She had already taken the medicine prescribed by the doctor and had adjusted her body. So she did not feel uncomfortable when she smelled the smell.

She did not notice the pale hand that was gripping the reins.

Yun Ji took out the handkerchief from his arms and covered his mouth and nose with it, finally blocking out the bloody smell and the aroma of food.

He took a deep sniff, trying to calm his churning stomach by taking the scent.

Back in the city, Nan Yingzhi and Nan Yi took the lead, and the soldiers behind them dismounted one after another.

Wearing an exquisite dress, Yun Yan's tender inner thigh flesh was rubbed painfully by the saddle under her.

Seeing that she no longer had to endure the torture of riding on the horse, she hurried to dismount.

Glancing at the embroidered shoes hanging in the air, Yun Yan suddenly felt frightened.

"Sister-in-law," she knew that Yun Jitong, a woman, could ride a horse so easily, so she must have a solution. She tilted her head and asked him, "How should I get down?"

Knowing that she knew nothing about horse riding and would not be able to get down just by following his instructions, Yun Ji took a deep breath of the scented oil and then stuffed the handkerchief back into his sleeve.

As he said, "I'll carry you down," he dangled his right leg in the air, nimbly dismounted, and immediately put his arms around Yun Yan's waist, bringing her to the ground safely.

Because the movement was too large, Yun Ji couldn't hold his breath for a moment.

He accidentally inhaled an unbearable breath in the air, and his hands and feet became weak. He leaned on the belly of the Shadow Chaser to barely maintain his balance.

Holding the ropes that bound Yuchi Yi's hands and feet, Nan Yingzhi walked over and saw Yun Ji with his back to her, breathing softly.

Realizing that he was not in a good state, she threw the thick rope to Lingyu.

"What's wrong?" Nan Yingzhi's voice was raised with worry, "Are you feeling unwell?"

With his trembling right hand, he shook open the handkerchief, and Yun Ji greedily took the breath that made him feel comfortable, with most of his face hidden under the handkerchief.

His voice was muffled: "No problem."

Fearing that he might be embarrassed and therefore unwilling to tell her the truth in such a public place, Nan Yingzhi moved closer to him.

She placed her warm palm gently on his cold earlobe and said worriedly, "Are you really okay?"

After smelling the fragrant oil for a while to relieve the discomfort, Yun Ji finally suppressed the nausea.

Not wanting Nan Yingzhi to worry about his health, he twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile: "It's okay."

Thinking that he had not eaten properly for a long time and only ate a little every day like a bird pecking at food, Nan Yingzhi saw that he looked pale and guessed that he might have hypoglycemia.

"Are you feeling dizzy?" Seeing Yun Ji staggering, she slid her hand to his armpit and supported him, "Are you hungry?"

Hearing the word "hungry", Yun Ji felt uncomfortable again. His empty stomach felt like there was a fire burning, and the pain was getting worse and worse.

"No." He pressed his stomach with his cold fingertips and breathed hard. "Don't worry about me. Take care of Yuchi Yi first."

When talking about the place of imprisonment, Nan Yingzhi stroked his chin and asked for his opinion: "Should he be put in the stable or...?"

Suffering from the uncontrollable nausea that kept rising up in his head, Yun Ji's fluent speech became intermittent.

"Find a small room, seal the windows, and dig a hole." To save energy, he spoke in a very low voice, as if whispering, "give him some food from the hole every day, and that's it."

"I'll listen to you, but are you really okay?" Nan Yingzhi opened her arms to block the view from behind, "You're shaking."

Slowly exhaling white air, Yun Ji leaned against Zhuying's horse's belly, ready to lean on her armor, but felt the chill and jumped back: "Cold."

Seeing that he was shivering with cold, Nan Yingzhi held his arm with one hand and untied the cloak with the other hand, trying to cover him with it.

Worried that if she swung it over, it would create a cold breeze and make Yunji uncomfortable, she moved very carefully and slowly put the drape over him.

Carefully she tied the strap around his neck, then Nan Yingzhi picked up his left hand, which was hanging by his side and as cold as fresh snow, and discussed something with him.

"Qingchuan'er," she lowered her voice very low, "You don't feel well. I'll carry you back and let Nan Yi detain Yuchi Yi, okay?"

"No, Nan Yi is old and may not be able to control him. Before locking him up, we have to search him thoroughly to make sure he has no weapons that could hurt anyone."

After explaining all these matters, Yun Ji took a breath and concluded, "So, you have to go in person."

"Okay," seeing that he was determined to do so, Nan Yingzhi compromised. She lowered her body slightly and kissed the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, "I'll go there myself."

A slight sour taste came into his mouth, and Yun Ji knew it was a sign of nausea, so he pursed his lips.

For fear that Nan Yingzhi might notice something, he just said "hmm" and didn't say anything else.

"It's cold here, be careful of the wind. Go wait for me inside the tent," Nan Yingzhi rubbed his hands for the last time, and started walking, but kept looking back, "I'll be right back."

Not wanting to make himself uncomfortable and trip her up, Yun Ji swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the sour taste in his mouth. He pretended nothing was wrong and nodded slowly.

Being dragged away by Lingyu to wait for orders, Yuchi Yi's ears were filled with the whistling sound of the wind and he could hardly hear Yunji's verdict on him.

He only saw Nan Yingzhi leaning over, blocking her sight towards Yun Ji, and seemed to be whispering something from time to time.

They flirted with each other for a while before Nan Yingzhi reluctantly let go of Yunji and walked towards her.

"Clear a room," signaling the surrounding soldiers to lift up Yuchi Yi, she instructed Nan Yi, "Dig a hole and lock him in."

Hearing Nan Yi's "yes", Nan Yingzhi suppressed the urge to look back, let him lead the way, and followed him.

Finally, seeing her turn the corner and disappear from his sight, Yun Ji could no longer bear it. He held the saddle beside him, bent down, and let the nausea that had been suppressed for a long time burst out of his throat.

Due to his poor appetite recently, he ate very little, and after a few dry heaves, he only vomited out a little crystal clear gastric juice.

His precious throat felt like it had been burned by peppers and was burning with pain.

Yun Ji reached out and rubbed the sore spot in his throat vigorously, trying to relieve the discomfort, but he didn't rub it properly and it was of no use.

Yun Yan was originally looking around and observing the surrounding soldiers. When she saw him feeling sick, she couldn't help but exclaim.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?" After a moment of panic, Yun Yan carefully supported his elbow and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Can I have Doctor Xuan come to see you?"

"Uh, well," Yun Ji took a few breaths and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, signaling her not to move without permission, "It's okay, don't make a sound."

Seeing that he was holding her back and insisted on not seeing a military doctor, Yun Yan smoothed his back a few times and sighed, "Okay."

After playing the hero for a while, Yun Ji was about to stand up when his abdomen suddenly tightened for no reason. He could not help but bend down again: "Ugh—"

Even though Yun Yan had never taken care of anyone and lacked experience, seeing that he was nauseous so badly but hadn't vomited anything, she knew that he had a poor appetite recently.

"Sister-in-law," she said as he waited for the retching to subside, "You have a poor appetite. How long has it been going on?"

After spitting out all the sour water in his mouth, Yun Ji still felt the food in his stomach rising up, and his mouth felt sour.

He reached for the deflated water bag hanging beside the saddle. He rinsed his mouth and replied, "About half a month."

As a pregnant woman, Yun Yan had a keen intuition and asked precisely: "Sister-in-law, have you and my brother had sex?"