Chapter 13 Chapter 13 There is still much to learn in your service to the Lord...
When Wen Xing returned to the palace, he was too tired to argue with Ning Wujie about riding. He just quickly washed and changed into clean clothes, then lazily fell face down on the soft bedding on the bed.
He buried his head in the pillow and sighed comfortably.
After sleeping in the dilapidated temple for a night, his bones almost fell apart. The soft cushions in the palace were still more comfortable.
The imperial physician came to take his pulse, but he didn't move. It was the old eunuch who stepped forward and helped him turn over.
He was like a piece of meat on a chopping board, with one side being flipped over.
When the imperial physician took his pulse, he raised his eyelids slightly, and caught a glimpse of Ning Wujie, who had changed into clean clothes but was still standing by his side.
Huh?
Given the King's temper, shouldn't he go about his business right away?
I usually try to avoid him as much as possible, so why is he so close to me today?
The imperial physician took the pulse and bowed his head, saying, "Your Majesty is fine, just a little tired. Just get more rest."
Wen Xing raised his chin in Ning Wujie's direction and said, "Zhai Qing, please check Ning Wujie's injury."
Ning Wujie raised his eyes. Was this tyrant king concerned about his injury?
But thinking back, the tyrant emperor was staring at his injuries last night, and asked about his condition again this morning.
Is it because you love him?
Oh, if that’s the case, why go to brothels?
I'm afraid he's just attracted by beauty.
But he still turned around and took off half of his sleeve.
The blood-stained bandage wrapped around his right arm was particularly eye-catching.
The boy only took off half of his sleeves, revealing the tight and well-proportioned lines of his shoulders and arms, half of his butterfly bone clearly visible, and the slightly undulating lines of his back muscles going all the way down, hidden under the clothes that had not yet been taken off.
He was standing with the light behind him, his broad shoulders and narrow waist like a fully drawn bow, his young body filled with strength ready to burst forth at any moment.
Wen Xing, who was lying on the bed, admired this scene and exclaimed sincerely: What does it mean to look thin when dressed and have muscles when undressed?
Zhai Yuanqing carefully used a surgical knife to open the bandage, revealing the wound underneath for observation. He then nodded, "The wound isn't deep, but to avoid scarring, it still needs to be sutured."
After he finished speaking, he turned around to look at Wen Xing and said, "I will take Lord Ning to another place to perform the spell."
But Wen Xing curled his lips and said, "It's right here."
He hasn't seen enough.
Wen Xing raised his chin towards the soft couch by the window and said, "Sit down."
Ning Wujie turned his head and seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still turned around and sat down as he was told.
Zhai Yuanqing took out the medicinal wine and needle and thread, disinfected Ning Wujie, and said, "It will be a little painful, Lord Ning, please bear with it."
Ning Wujie looked away and said, "Doctor Zhai, please do as you please."
The needle and thread pierced through the skin and flesh, leaving behind spots of scarlet blood.
hiss......
Wen Xing felt very painful.
In his previous life, he was cut by the slide while playing with a gun and had to get seven stitches. Because the anesthetic wore off prematurely, the pain was excruciating.
How could this guy remain expressionless even after getting dozens of stitches?
Then Wen Xing saw Ning Wujie's brows slightly frowned.
Not entirely expressionless.
He smiled, trying to distract Ning Wujie: "Ning Qing, are you not busy with official business today?"
"Busy." Ning Wujie glanced at the flesh on his arm that was pricked by the long needle, then looked away calmly.
Wen Xing observed the wrinkles between Ning Wujie's eyebrows and deliberately provoked him, "Then why do you always stay here with me? Could it be that Ning Qing is..."
As he spoke, he walked over and playfully pinched the tip of the boy's chin, "Are you deeply in love with me too?"
The boy was forced to look up, and his dark eyes met Wen Xing's.
Wen Xing saw that after he said this, the other party's heroic brows slowly frowned, and his eyes were full of resistance.
However, the tips of his ears were covered with a layer of powder.
It works every time.
Wen Xingxiang.
Ning Wujie stared at him without hesitation, "Your Majesty just encountered an assassination attempt, aren't you afraid at all?"
Wen Xing was stunned.
Ning Wujie shook his head slightly, brushing off his rebellious fingertips, and said, "Your Majesty, the security in your bedroom is no different from usual. What is Xinghe doing?"
Wen Xing suddenly realized.
Is this stubborn guy afraid that someone will attack him in his palace, so he has been guarding him all the time?
Xinghe, who was named, jumped down from the beam and argued unconvincedly: "I haven't had time to arrange it yet..."
"Where are the guards? Where are the Royal Guards?"
Ning Wujie asked, "Is there no one else who can decorate this bedroom besides you?"
Xinghe choked.
Seeing the child speechless, Ning Wujie said coldly, "Your Majesty's bedroom is lax in security. I think the guards are not up to the task. Why not send one of my men instead?"
Wen Xing was surprised: "Don't your people still need to investigate the case?"
Ning Wujie: "We still don't know who the attacker is. If the first attack fails, he will definitely try a second time. If this person finds a way to attack in the palace, it may not be safe to hand him over to the Imperial Guards. Besides, the Supervisory Office has the responsibility to protect His Majesty..." He paused as he spoke, as if he was engaged in some intense psychological struggle.
After a long while, he finally said, as if to compromise: "The imperial study where I live is not far from Your Majesty's bedroom. If anything happens, I can take care of it in time."
Because he was too busy with official duties and was often summoned by the foolish emperor, Ning Wujie had long since moved into the imperial study.
Xinghe pouted, "Master! I can do it, I don't need him!"
Ning Wujie said coldly, "Your Majesty's safety is in danger, so why would you let your momentary pleasure be at stake?"
"Besides, I heard that you often sneak out of the palace and don't come back for ten days or half a month. As the commander of the Supervisory Department, how can I leave the safety of His Majesty in the hands of a careless guard like you?"
"You!" Xinghe clenched his fist in anger, flew over and punched you.
Ning Wujie sat motionless, took the punch with one palm, and then turned his palm to push away. The palm wind carried a strong force, which pushed Xinghe back several steps.
Xinghe pushed his back foot hard, waved his fist and was about to move forward again, but was stopped by Wen Xing: "Xinghe!"
Xinghe's fist stopped in mid-air, and he turned his head angrily, and was flicked on the head by Wen Xing's finger.
"Another unauthorized move."
Xinghe pouted, her chest heaving with anger. Finally, she pointed at Ning Wujie and said angrily, "I see you're injured. I won't fight you today, but another day...just wait!"
After he finished speaking, he turned over and jumped onto the beam, sat on the beam with his arms folded angrily, staring at Ning Wujie fiercely, as if cursing him with his eyes.
Wen Xing wanted to laugh when he saw it.
At this time, Zhai Yuanqing put away the needle and said, "Alright, Master Ning."
Ning Wujie was slightly stunned. Wen Xing had just brought up the topic, and his attention was distracted. He didn't notice that the wound had been sewn up.
He glanced at his arm, which had already been treated with medicine and bandaged.
He nodded slightly: "Thank you, Doctor Zhai."
Zhai Yuanqing bowed politely and took his leave.
Ning Wujie stood up and said to Wen Xing while getting dressed, "For safety reasons, I will arrange for the Supervisory Department to take over your Majesty's security. Your Majesty, please do not leave the palace at will in the near future."
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes and deliberately jokingly said, "So Ning Qing is worried about my safety and wants to protect me personally?"
"I'm so touched."
The word "touched" was emphasized.
Ning Wujie looked at the tyrant emperor's glare, as if he wanted to devour him alive. He was so burned that he quickly looked away and said with a dull face, "Your Majesty, please don't worry about it. I am only fulfilling my duty as a subject."
"I'll take my leave first." After saying this, the young man disappeared.
Wen Xing looked at Ning Wujie's hurriedly departing back and curled his lips into a smile.
Half an hour later, more than a dozen shadow guards quietly spread out to every hidden corner of the bedroom.
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There was no clue about the assassination case for the time being, and Ning Wujie was immersed in the major case of embezzlement of national treasury, and was very busy, so he handed the investigation of the mastermind behind the incident to his subordinates.
In just a dozen days.
There was wailing throughout the court and the country. The Ministry of Revenue and the Imperial Household Department were the first to be hit, with countless officials being thrown into prison. Many officials from other departments were also arrested in connection with the case.
Ning Wujie looked at the emperor, who was reclining on the couch in a sage-like posture, one hand supporting his temples and eyes closed, and said with lowered eyes, "The Ministry of Revenue is in charge of the national treasury. There are 13.51 million taels of silver on the books. I have ordered people to check all the silver ingots. Excluding the lead ingots, only 2.73 million taels remain."
The young emperor slowly raised his drooping long eyelids, and half of his blue-gray eyes were hidden under his eyelids.
"Anything else?"
Ning Wujie continued, "The inner treasury is a bit better. Most of the lost items were antiques and treasures that were put into the warehouse before the 23rd year of Yongguang. Some of them have been returned."
"In addition, the Ministry of Works' Jishen Treasury and the Ministry of Rites' Bingzi Treasury have all been found passing off inferior goods as good ones, or reselling supplies."
Ning Wujie paused, a hint of hesitation in his eyes as he said, "The Ministry of War has the least problems. They only found that some military supplies in the Guangji Warehouse were not well maintained, which is not unusual."
Wen Xing also raised an eyebrow.
The case was related to the backlog of military supplies in the Ministry of War. In the end, the Ministry of War became the cleanest government office.
"So, what Shao Jianan did really has nothing to do with the Ministry of War?"
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes. "The Minister of Revenue admitted in prison that he bribed Shao Jianan by exchanging tiger bones from the head of the Imperial Pharmacy in order to delay the use of silver from the National Treasury and avoid exposing the fact that the treasury was empty."
"Because every department had its share of embezzlement, they often covered for each other, even exchanging money to facilitate their actions. Only the Ministry of War did not go along with them, so they had to bribe the officials in charge."
Wen Xing suddenly realized.
Indeed, if Xu Chongyun wanted to do this, he would not need to bribe his subordinates at all.
Hearing this, Wen Xing discovered a loophole, "Such a big case, why haven't you mentioned the Minister of Revenue?"
Logically speaking, the Ministry of Revenue suffered the biggest deficit, and the Shangshu should have been the first to bear the brunt. Why did we only hear the Shilang's confession?
Ning Wujie: "When the Inspector went to arrest him, he hanged himself at home."
Wen Xing: "So, there is someone behind the Shangshu."
He didn't quite believe that someone who could reach this position would commit suicide out of fear of punishment due to poor psychological endurance. There was only one possibility, that is, someone behind the scenes had evidence against him, or he was killed to silence him.
Ning Wujie: "When I went to search Huanhai Tower, I heard that the owner had disappeared. Since he dared to auction off the treasures in the inner treasury, he must be supported by the imperial court. I can continue my investigation along this line."
Wen Xing nodded.
Ning Wujie said this, then suddenly lifted his skirt and knelt on one knee. "Officials from the six ministries have colluded with each other and embezzled countless amounts of national funds. I request that the property of the officials involved be confiscated and the fines and silver used to replenish the national treasury to allocate funds for military supplies and disaster relief."
Ningyuan Army supplies and Huainan flood relief are both areas where money is urgently needed. At least we can allocate money to these two important matters first, Ning Wujie thought.
But this tyrant emperor has always been greedy for pleasure. Will he be allowed to touch this money?
If not...
He was just thinking about how to persuade him when he heard the foolish emperor say lazily, "Alright."
Ning Wujie was stunned.
"From now on, you can make the decisions on these matters. You don't need to ask me for my opinion."
Ning Wujie's pupils shrank and he looked up at Wen Xing.
Is it really up to him to decide on the huge sum of money?
Aren't you afraid that he is the same kind of person as those corrupt officials?
How could a tyrant emperor, who loved and cherished one person, allow such a thing to happen?!
Wen Xing had used up all his energy listening to the report today. He rubbed his solar plexus listlessly and said, "My head hurts from listening to this. Come here and rub it for me."
Ning Wujie frowned and turned to look at Li Dequan who was waiting on the side.
The old eunuch almost buried his head in his stomach and quietly took two steps back to reduce his presence.
Seeing no response, Wen Xing raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Wujie, "Why aren't you moving?"
Ning Wujie had a blank expression on his face. "I don't know how to do this. Please ask Eunuch Li to come."
"You can learn even if you haven't done it before. You still have a lot to learn about serving the king." Wen Xing narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart, no matter whether you really can't do it or not.
He still remembers the last time he rode a horse.
The reason he hadn't mentioned it for so long was simply out of sympathy for Ning Wujie who was too busy investigating the case. Now that the case was almost finished and the military supplies had been resolved, why didn't he hurry up and get back at this guy?
He raised his chin towards the old eunuch and said, "Let Li Dequan teach you."
Li Dequan, pretending not to exist, immediately put on a smile and walked over, sitting on the stool behind Wen Xing. He stretched out two fingers from each hand and placed them on Wen Xing's solar plexus, gently massaging it.
"Master Ning, please look, press it like this, and be sure to press it gently."
Ning Wujie looked at the old eunuch's raised index finger and his eyebrows twitched.
He turned his gaze away and said with a wooden face, "I am a martial artist, and my hands are very strong. I am afraid that I might hurt Your Majesty."
Wen Xing said coldly: "Ning Wujie, are you going to disobey the order again?"
Ning Wujie's brows furrowed even tighter.
"Aren't you afraid that I will take your brother..."
Before he finished speaking, Ning Wujie stepped forward, angrily took Li Dequan's place, and interrupted him with his actions.
Wen Xing's lips curled up.
He took back the threatening words that were about to come.
Ning Wujie closed his eyes and told himself in his heart that he had to endure it in order to protect his brother.
After preparing himself mentally, he placed his index and middle fingers together and pressed them stiffly on Wen Xing's solar plexus, and slowly began to massage it.
But just as he moved, he heard Xing let out a hiss.
"Be gentle."
Ning Wujie felt that he was already very light and didn't need to use any strength at all.
Isn't this tyrant a bit too pampered?
But the tyrant emperor leaned back and fell softly into his shoulder.
His thoughts came to a sudden halt.
The foolish king said impatiently, "Press gently, I'm going to sleep. Don't stop before I fall asleep, and don't hurt me."
Ning Wujie's whole body froze and he dared not move.
The heavy cushions supported Wen Xing's waist, and half of her slightly cool and slender shoulder leaned against him. Her black hair kept rubbing against his neck, making his heart itch.
When he lowered his eyes, he could see the emperor's long, thick, black eyebrows disappearing into his black hair.
The eyelids were very long, and when closed, they looked like the most beautiful arc that an artist could draw.
Seeing the person in his arms frowning and urging him silently, he hurriedly began to massage gently.
This time, he did not hurt the tyrant.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard the sound of even breathing.
Realizing that Wen Xing was already asleep, Ning Wujie stopped moving, but did not dare to leave. He just let Wen Xing lean on his shoulder, and the scent of ambergris penetrated into his breath.
His eyes were dark, like deep pools, without any starlight, only bottomless darkness.
He pinched his fingertips, trying to extinguish the lingering, strange feeling brought by the smooth skin.
In Funing Palace late at night.
The flickering candlelight imprinted the figure of the young man holding someone on the window paper, solidifying it into a painting.
The author has something to say:
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Stupid Emperor (playing badly): Hurry up and learn the way to serve the emperor~~
5j (gritting teeth): #￥#%, (honestly learn massage techniques)
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