Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Learn the Way of Serving the King Well...
The next day the sky was bright.
The overly dazzling light shone in through the almost unobstructed windows of the City God Temple and hit Wen Xing's eyelids directly.
Stimulated by the strong light, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally he reluctantly opened his eyelids.
"It's so bright...Li Dequan..." He raised his hand to block the light and shouted in a hoarse voice.
Why doesn't he pull the bed curtain for him? Is this old eunuch getting senile?
There was silence.
After a few moments of silence, Wen Xing finally regained consciousness.
He blinked, his memory stuck at last night when he followed Ning Wujie walking on the dark and muddy mountain road.
hiss......
He rubbed his temples, then looked down, his expression froze.
He was completely naked, wearing only his sky-blue outer robe and inner garment, which looked as if they had been roasted over a fire and were completely dry, with a pleasant toasty aroma.
Who took off his clothes?
Ning Wujie?
There was a crackling sound from the bonfire not far away, and footsteps were heard outside the door.
Wen Xing looked up and could only see a figure standing against the light, with a knife slung on one side of his waist and a water bag in his other hand.
"His Majesty."
A clear and familiar voice came, and Wen Xing's brows relaxed.
He rubbed his tired eyes and asked, "What time is it? Where are Xinghe and the others? Have you found them?"
Ning Wujie's voice sounded a little uncomfortable. "I'm going to find some water. I'll be back later."
Wen Xing looked over in confusion and saw Ning Wujie putting down the water bag with his back to him, and then trying to leave with his back to him.
"Wait a minute."
Ning Wujie's back paused.
Wen Xing half-raised his body with his elbows, squinted his eyes, and keenly sensed that something was wrong.
"What are you hiding from?"
Ning Wujie turned his head slightly, then suddenly turned back, "Your Majesty has not changed his clothes yet, I will not look at you without due respect."
Wen Xing lowered his eyes to look at himself. Because he stood up, the clothes on his body had slipped off. The distinct lines of his collarbone meandered to his thin shoulders, and his dazzling white shoulders and back were exposed.
Wen Xing: ...
He found it a little funny.
"Didn't you tell me not to look when you were taking off my clothes last night?"
He seemed to see the young man's back stiffen for a moment, then he quickly turned around and knelt on one knee, lowering his head and said honestly: "I didn't see it, I closed my eyes."
The voice seemed a little urgent.
Wen Xing swore that if his eyesight was good enough, he would be able to see the boy's red ears.
Why is this stubborn guy so nervous?
From his modern perspective, there is nothing that men cannot tolerate.
But maybe some people just don't have a clue.
"It's okay to look at it. I won't punish you." He said with a smile.
As he said this, he stood up and put on his clothes.
Ning Wujie kept his head down throughout the whole process.
Wen Xing looked back at him and said jokingly, "You love kneeling so much? You've even knelt here."
He walked up to Ning Wujie while tying his undershirt.
A pair of fair white feet caught Ning Wujie's eyes. The underwear covered most of the instep, revealing the jade-like toes.
Ning Wujie frowned and slowly raised his head when he saw the pair of feet stepping on the dusty ground of the dilapidated temple.
Wen Xing was wearing a clean white middle-length robe and was looking down at him from above.
Wen Xing glanced at Ning Wujie's bandaged arm, which seemed to be made of shredded strips of his undershirt. He asked, "How's the injury?"
Ning Wujie shook his head: "It's a minor injury, nothing serious."
Wen Xing nodded, raised his arms and said, "Then help me change my clothes."
Ning Wujie was startled and flatly refused: "I am a military commander, I am afraid I cannot serve you well enough."
Wen Xing raised an eyebrow, "Why? You can take off clothes, but you can't put them on?"
From his condescending gaze, he could clearly see that the boy's ears suddenly turned even redder after he said this.
Like pink and white peach blossom jade.
I never get tired of watching it.
Wen Xingxiang.
Ning Wujie pulled the corner of his lip and said in a wooden defense, "For the sake of His Majesty's body, I had no choice last night."
Wen Xingcun had the intention of teasing others and said with a smile: "What if I insist on having you serve me?"
As he spoke, he bent down and lifted Ning Wujie's chin with one hand, and his eyes, as dark as deep pools, met his sight.
The sunlight shone in from outside the door, leaving two silhouettes, one high and one low, against the light.
"You can learn if you don't know. Learn well... the way to serve your lord."
The four words that were emphasized at the end made Ning Wujie's pupils tremble, and the peach blossoms on the tips of his ears turned as red as pigeon blood.
He closed his eyes deeply in complete disappointment.
Who wants to learn that damned way of serving the king!
A night passed and nothing changed.
The tyrant emperor is still the same tyrant emperor, even more shameless!
Why on earth would he still hold out hope for this tyrant?!
Is it because this tyrant has lost his mind due to lust that he wants to risk his life to save him?
Getting more and more confused!
He raised his head, looked straight at Wen Xing, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to learn."
After saying that, he turned his head away and looked at the campfire beside him, stubbornly refusing to face this tyrant.
Wen Xing raised an eyebrow, growing bolder.
"Have you forgotten what I said last night that I hate disobedient subjects?"
After he finished speaking, Wen Xing looked down and saw that Ning Wujie's eyes suddenly turned red again, as if filled with resentment and anger.
It was a long time before he heard Ning Wujie's suppressed voice: "Your Majesty, I obey your command."
Wen Xing smiled and lifted one foot, "Here, put on your shoes."
Ning Wujie's eyebrows twitched, and he endured it again and again before taking out a handkerchief from his arms and spreading it on his knees. He then reached out and placed Wen Xing's feet on his knees.
His eyes unconsciously fell on the neatly trimmed and shiny nails, like pearls.
He carefully wiped the dust off Wen Xing with a handkerchief, and reached out to pick up the boots and socks that had fallen aside.
The leg of the underwear was lifted up, revealing a well-proportioned calf. Ning Wujie's thumb inevitably touched the slightly cool skin.
Although it was cold, he quickly put on Wen Xing's boots and socks as if he were scalded.
Wen Xing saw Ning Wujie hurriedly get up and took his outer robe to put on him. He kept his eyes down and said nothing the whole time, even his expression was wooden.
It seems like he is deliberately suppressing something.
Ning Wujie fastened his belt face to face, and he saw a pair of dark, deep eyes hidden under his drooping eyelashes.
It seemed as if all the grievances and resentments were hidden under that bottomless pool.
Wen Xing curled his lips and smiled.
After fastening the jade hook on his belt, Ning Wujie took a step back and said expressionlessly, "Alright."
Wen Xing looked down at his meticulously dressed clothes and belt, and praised sincerely, "Isn't this a good service?"
He joked, "How about letting Ning Qing take care of my daily life from now on?"
Ning Wujie raised his eyes to look at him, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "I still have to complete the important task entrusted by Your Majesty, and I'm afraid I'm too busy to do it."
Without waiting for Wen Xing to speak, he turned and left, "I'll go find someone."
Looking at the young man's departing back, Wen Xing curled his lips and stretched lazily facing the sun.
All the fatigue of the night was swept away.
My mood suddenly improved.
Ning Wujie hadn't walked far when Wen Xing heard a clear, high-pitched voice from a young man: "Here! I saw it!"
Galaxy!
When Wen Xing walked out of the ruined temple, he saw Xinghe and a group of people walking towards Ning Wujie, as if they had seen him.
Many of the guards were injured, and their horses' hooves trampled heavily on the mountain road.
Seeing the child at the head of the team, he shouted, "Xinghe!"
When the child saw him, his eyes lit up with joy, and he used his light Kung Fu to run up to him in a few steps.
"master."
Wen Xing looked at the child. He was covered in dust and dirt, his clothes were torn, and there were two marks of mud mixed with blood on his face.
"Injured?"
Xinghe shook his head. "No, we eliminated all the killers, but we lost track of the master while fighting." He scratched the back of his head as he spoke, looking very ashamed. "We searched all night..."
"It's all because of the rain last night. I can't see anything."
Xinghe pouted and muttered angrily, "Damn it, if it hadn't rained, I would have found my master quickly."
Wen Xing smiled and rubbed the child's head, "It's okay."
Since the group of people that Xinghe was dealing with was wiped out, then the group that attacked him last night was another group, or the mastermind behind the scenes had made two preparations to not give him any chance to escape.
Ning Wujie watched from afar as Wen Xing held the child's head and rubbed it into a round shape, smiling brightly. His eyes suddenly turned cold.
When has this tyrant ever smiled at others like this?
She always bossed him around or spoke rudely to him, and had never been so gentle.
Thinking of this, the look he gave Xinghe was filled with some hostility that he himself was not aware of.
Xinghe's hair was messed up and one of her buns was crooked. She quickly bent down and got out of Wen Xing's arms, then jumped away like a rabbit and hid far away.
"Master, my hair has fallen off!"
Wen Xing laughed so hard that her shoulders trembled. Then, as if noticing Ning Wujie's gaze, she turned her head and looked over.
Ning Wujie was caught off guard and their eyes met his.
He saw Wen Xing smile at him.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the smile was like the warm sunshine shining on the first snow, silently melting the ice.
He turned away silently and walked over to the guards to get the horse.
I don’t know whether the tyrant king can ride a horse. If he can’t, we will have to ride together.
You have to pick a gentler one.
But then Xinghe blew a loud whistle, and a black horse ran over on its own.
"Master, ride on my Black Cloud Horse!" Xinghe jumped on the horse and said.
Wen Xing was about to hold Xinghe's hand, but he saw Ning Wujie riding a white horse passing by him as if no one was around.
The boy clearly had no expression on his face, but Wen Xing felt that someone was very unhappy.
He cleared his throat, "Ning Wujie."
The young man's white horse stopped.
The man on horseback looked back at him, "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"
Wen Xing tilted his head, "Have you forgotten the way to serve the emperor? I haven't even mounted my horse yet, and you dare to run away?"
Ning Wujie lowered his eyelashes and looked away. After a moment of silence, he rode his horse back a few steps, came in front of Wen Xing, and dismounted.
Seeing that he didn't continue, Wen Xing raised his chin in dissatisfaction, "It's so high, how can I get up there?"
He can't ride a horse.
Xinghe came over excitedly, took a horse stance and folded his hands in front of him, "Master, step on me."
However, before he could finish his words, Wen Xing felt a force at his waist lifting him up, and he jumped into the air and landed lightly on the horse's back.
A moment later, he felt a sinking sensation behind him. A pair of hands came around his waist and took the reins.
A unique aura of a young man that he had never noticed before enveloped him from behind.
The aura was extremely faint and could not be detected unless at such a close distance.
He couldn't describe what the smell was, but it made him think of the quiet and vast pine forests and snow-capped mountains, which made his heart calm instantly.
Ning Wujie's somewhat low voice came from his ears: "Your Majesty, please sit tight."
"drink--!"
The horses moved in response.
Wen Xing suddenly felt bumpy, but just as his body swayed a bit, an arm hugged his waist and stabilized him.
The boy's body was as warm as the morning sun, and his hot breath sprayed on his ears. Wen Xing noticed that his ears seemed a little hot.
He couldn't help but sit up straight and put some distance to try to escape from the scorching heat source.
"Ning Wujie, who asked you to ride with me?"
Ning Wujie was behind him. He couldn't see his expression, but he could hear the boy's voice, which seemed less cheerful and more gloomy than usual: "Your Majesty, can you ride a horse?"
Wen Xing: ...
He really can't.
"I can let Xinghe lead me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the horse suddenly broke into a run. The road in the woods was bumpy and the horse's run was extremely bumpy, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards involuntarily, falling heavily into Ning Wujie's arms.
He couldn't control his body and could only shout: "Slow down!"
It would be better if there was no disaster and he just rode away as fast as he could.
"Ning Wu Jie!"
Ning Wujie finally responded: "Your Majesty has just been assassinated. It is not safe outside. It is better to return to the palace as soon as possible." The young man's voice was filled with panting while riding a horse at high speed, and was completely swept away by the sound of the wind.
Wen Xing: ...
This kid always has ten thousand reasons to choke him!
But he was indeed afraid of death, mainly because he was afraid of suffering from angina pectoris when he was near death.
That was just too painful.
Wen Xing was thrown so hard that he held on to the saddle tightly. He had no place to exert his strength and could only rely on the body of the person behind him to steady himself.
He highly suspected that the boy did it on purpose.
Is it just to avenge him for what he called "the way of serving the king" today?
Haha, wait.
He will definitely take revenge.
Looking at the two people's backs as they quickly walked away, Xinghe scratched the back of his head in confusion, "Huh? Master used to love riding my horse the most."
He tilted his head and looked at the shiny black horse in front of him.
Don't like it?
He took another look at the white horse running away into the distance.
Next time he will change to a white one.
He nodded, and his fist landed on his palm. That was it!
The author has something to say:
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5j: Who wants to learn how to serve a king? A tyrant king!
Stupid monarch (squinting eyes): It is very reasonable to serve the monarch before killing him.
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