Chapter 100 "Teacher, Your Majesty has some questions about his studies, so I am sending you over." Xuan Jian reported respectfully...
"Your Majesty has some questions about your studies, so I'm sending you over." Xuan Jian reported respectfully.
Song Shiwei lowered his head and carefully wiped the sword in his hand, from the hilt to the tip, leaving no inch untouched.
After hearing Xuan Jian's report, she nodded slightly, leaned over and blew a breath on the sword. The steam spread on the sword, emitting a sharp cold light. The majestic eyebrows of the woman were faintly visible.
His Majesty finally couldn't bear it anymore. I thought she would hold on for a few more days.
Looking at the sedan chair swaying towards the Yongning Palace, the prime minister, who had a stack of memorials thrown to him by Song Shiwei, blinked in confusion. This little emperor must have pissed off the tutor, otherwise why had she been so depressed these days?
It's fine if they provoke her, she won't pay too much attention to them if she vents her anger behind her. But the little puppet is afraid that he will suffer a little.
But what does all this have to do with him? They just suffered a loss at her hands, so they won't offend her.
The tightly closed palace door opened and closed, and Song Shiwei walked alone into the palace where only a candle was lit. Under the flickering candlelight, Wu Qi sat quietly on the desk. His drooping eyes raised a little, and he looked at her with an exceptionally calm expression as she came with a sword.
At that moment, he actually had a bit of an imperial aura.
Song Shiwei looked down at her for a while.
The tight corners of her mouth, the red eyes, the clenched fists hidden under the dragon robe, it seems that Xuan Shi is very important to her.
"Master." Wu Qining tried hard to suppress his trembling voice and looked up at her with tears in his eyes.
The hopeful weakness at that moment bumped into Song Shiwei's cold and scrutinizing eyes, without leaving any ripples.
She would just glance at her indifferently, raise her arm, and the sharp sword would fly into the air, slashing at her neck.
Amidst the whistling wind, a white lightning bolt struck her, but Wu Qining remained motionless, not even blinking. The sword blade cut off a strand of hair that was scattered on her face, causing it to float freely on the ground.
Song Shiwei slammed the sword on the table and looked at her again.
"Why not hide?"
"I know that the Grand Tutor will not harm my life. No one wants to be labeled a regicide." Wu Qining raised his head and said seriously.
"Your Majesty, are you so confident? It's not easy to kill someone. Poisoning, assassination, drowning... no matter which one it is, it's all an accident and has nothing to do with me."
"What will happen after that? After I die, whether the Grand Tutor wants to establish a royal family or has other plans, the world will inevitably be in turmoil again. The disaster has just passed, and I'm afraid the people can't bear it."
Song Shiwei's eyes, which had just relaxed, narrowed dangerously again. She put the sword on Wu Qining's neck and pressed down, leaving a faint red mark.
"Your Majesty, are you taking advantage of my kindness to plot against me?"
"Zuixianlou, Ningzhou rebels, Cui Liu, Your Majesty is so scheming." With every word, Wu Qining's face turned a little paler, but she raised her head and looked directly at Song Shiwei without making any excuses.
Since Song Shiwei had already found out, she had nothing to deny.
Pointless struggle will only make things worse.
The most important thing she should do is to dispel Song Shiwei's doubts and make her believe again that they are allies and have a common enemy. Even if the alliance is broken, it should be done after getting rid of those noble families. And by the way, get Xuan Shi out.
"Since the Grand Tutor has not told the people from the aristocratic families, it means that there is still room for maneuver. The Grand Tutor does not want to touch me now." Wu Qining stretched out her hand and grasped the sword on her neck. She squeezed it hard. Blood flowed out from her palm, dripping onto her dragon robe. She took off the sword.
The hand holding the hilt paused, Song Shiwei subconsciously loosened her grip and put the sword back. She glanced at Wu Qining's bloody palm, took out a medicine bottle from her bosom, and motioned her to open it.
The skin and flesh rolled outwards, blood flowed out, and Song Shiwei casually sprinkled the white powder in the medicine bottle on the wound. An Jing's palm, which was in her hand, suddenly twitched and spasmed, subconsciously trying to escape, but she pressed her wrist down and suppressed it.
"I have done a detailed investigation of Zuixianlou. It was founded around the time when the previous emperor passed away, when Your Majesty had just ascended the throne. If this can only be called a coincidence, then on the eve of Your Majesty's personal rule, those royalist officials frequently visited Zuixianlou, which I found quite strange. So I investigated the customers who were relatively close to Zuixianlou. The customers came from all corners of the country, from all walks of life, and Your Majesty's people were interspersed among them without being noticeable at all."
Drops of cold sweat dripped from Wu Qining's forehead. She gritted her teeth to suppress the painful sound in her throat, raised her misty eyes, and looked directly at Song Shiwei who was looking down at her wound.
The pain in her palms spread throughout her limbs. She took a deep breath and gathered her strength to deal with the undercurrents in Song Shiwei's words.
"Then how did the Master infer that all this was related to me?"
"Because I never believe in coincidences. Whoever benefits from it will be the one who wins. I even tried to verify it, but Your Majesty still couldn't sit still. If you were more patient, I might not have targeted Your Majesty."
Wu Qining was silent for a while. The wound on her palm had stopped bleeding. The small mole at the end of her right eye trembled. She said softly, "Xuan Shi has grown up with me since she was a child. For both public and private reasons, I cannot ignore her. Otherwise, I will disappoint my subordinates."
"Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of chilling my feelings? Your Majesty has always known my temper." The pale fingertips gently stroked her scabbed wound, which suddenly became heavier. The already fragile scar could not withstand such rubbing and abuse from her, and bright red blood beads were spit out with a slight groan.
"The Grand Tutor knew from the beginning that Cui Liu's identity was different, but he still allowed her to enter the Cui family's sight and serve as the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard. This shows that the Grand Tutor tacitly approved of my behavior from the beginning."
"Your Majesty is very good at flattering her with words." Song Shiwei glanced at her lips, which were as pale as paper but still opening and closing in an attempt to persuade her, and moved a little closer.
The faint aroma of medicine lingered at the tip of Wu Qining's nose, like the first stick of incense lit in an ancient mountain temple in the morning, with the moisture of grass and trees, and her unique bitterness.
Wu Qining's breath escaped, and the fingers that were pressed on the documents by Song Shiwei twitched a few times. She stared blankly at Song Shiwei's face that was right in front of her. Pale lips, sharp eyebrows, and fierce eyes, she was carefully examining her, and the slightest mistake could lead to a complete failure.
But even so, she still allowed her tense body to relax for a moment and soak in this bitter medicinal bath.
Her eyes were filled with the shimmering color of a lake under the torture of this double world of ice and fire. She would rather Song Shiwei put the sword against her neck, just like at this moment.
I can't afford to love, and I can't afford to hate.
Her cold hands touched her watery eyes, wiping away her tears bit by bit, and her calloused knuckles gently stroked the small mole that trembled at her touch.
She is in pain, why?
Is it because of her?
Was it her existence that caused her trouble?
The dense spider silk silently wrapped around his entire heart, getting tighter and tighter as Wu Qining trembled. Every heartbeat pulled the sharp web, and soon it was covered with scars.
Song Shiwei coughed heavily, grabbed the collar of his shirt with his slender fingers and squeezed it hard. His expression was even uglier than Wu Qining's.
"Master..." What happened before reason was that she reached out to her hand.
Song Shiwei pushed her hand away, bent down and coughed a few times. His bony body fell silently into the dead lake like a yellow leaf falling from a dead tree in late autumn and was submerged by it.
Wu Qining stood at a loss, wanting to help but not daring to. Song Shiwei closed his eyes slightly, and the concern and worry in that moment could not be faked.
In a trance, countless images of her face flashed through her mind, joy, anger, sorrow, fear...
That night, the boy's brilliant smile as he handed her the lantern, his affectionate eyes as he lay on her knees, his silent figure shielding her from the sun...
Then there was the word "Taifu" that he called out in a hurry just now.
She seemed to realize that she and she had experienced so much and had their own beautiful memories. The emotions that burst out at that moment were even stronger than those brought to her by the two monarchs she had served.
She wrote the three words "Wu Qining" in her heart stroke by stroke, and then buried them without leaving any trace.
If His Majesty is really worried about how to get rid of the treacherous ministers who are causing trouble in the court, she should share his worries.
She wouldn't let it bother her for long.
After calming down his emotions, Song Shiwei straightened his back again and raised his eyebrows coldly at Wu Qining.
"continue."
Seeing that Song Shiwei seemed fine, Wu Qining curved his eyes and said softly:
"Since the Grand Tutor and I are allies, it is better for the position of Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard to fall into my hands rather than into the hands of the noble families. If something unexpected happens, we can catch them off guard."
"Compared to my dynasty which has little power, Master, I think those noble families who exploit the common people are more displeased with me."
Song Shiwei nodded vaguely, as if accepting her statement.
Before Wu Qining could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Song Shiwei's hand grasping the hilt of the sword at some point.
"However, there will be a price to pay for scheming against me."
"I know. How does the Grand Tutor want to punish me?" Wu Qining blinked his eyes and looked at Song Shiwei with watery eyes, a rare look of panic on his face.
"Slap on the palm, hit with a stick, copy books, confinement..." With every word, Wu Qining's trembling eyelashes twitched rapidly a few times.
Song Shiwei walked closer and closer, looking down at Wu Qining who was pretending to be harmless.
Lying prone, the sword hit Wu Qining's shoulder. Wu Qining screamed in pain, and saw that Song Shiwei's hand holding the hilt had bulging veins, and the cold sword blade pressed her whole body down with force.
With a thud, Wu Qining knelt in front of Song Shiwei with his head hung.
"I want Your Majesty to kneel here for a night. That's not too much, is it?" He should reflect on where he had gone wrong.
If she hadn't been in his hands, she would have been eaten alive by those people.
The previous emperor had passed away, and the new emperor was young. Since the orphan was entrusted to her and she was appointed as the tutor, she should complete the duty of educating him.
Even though the growing king would feel humiliated by this and would want to get rid of her as soon as possible.
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