Chapter 16 Chapter 16 The one who taught him how to serve the emperor was...
Inside the door was a young man wearing a tea-white robe.
The boy has red lips, white teeth, bright eyebrows and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes.
When he saw Wen Xing, he bowed politely, his expression a little embarrassed: "I hope your Majesty Wang is well."
As he spoke, he looked up and saw Wen Xing looking at him as if he were a stranger. He felt a pang in his heart, but he maintained a cheerful smile. "My grandfather, the Prince of Pingyang, is within the fifth degree of mourning of Your Majesty. I should call Your Majesty my cousin. May I address you as such?"
Wen Xing had no interest in delving into this distant relative. He simply walked into the room leisurely, glanced down at the black and white chess pieces on the table, then lifted his coat and sat down, saying, "Whatever you want, start."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Wang Yian's face, but he quickly concealed it.
After Wen Xing sat down with his opponent, he explained, "The rules are very simple. Each player takes a piece and competes for a star position. Each of the nine star positions on the board counts as one point. If any of the four corner star positions or the Tianyuan star position can be connected with an adjacent star position to form a triangle, the points are doubled, so three points count as six. Once all the star positions are occupied, the player with the most points wins."
As Wang Yian spoke, he placed the chess pieces on the chessboard to form a triangle as a gesture.
"In this rule, the Tianyuan position is crucial, so it is a shared position. That is, if a black piece occupies the Tianyuan position, and a white piece is connected to it, the score is doubled, and the black piece still occupies one point."
Wen Xing raised his eyebrows.
I've never heard of this gameplay before, it's quite fresh.
However, he quickly grasped the key to the game: the key wasn't to seize the star position, but to prevent the opponent's star positions from forming a triangle. The strategy seemed very similar to Gobang.
Wen Xing's fingertips fiddled with the chess box, making a rustling sound. "Please."
In the quiet room, the crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the board could be heard continuously.
Green smoke curled up from the incense burner beside the table, and the faint fragrance filled the air, filling the small space with a faint cold aroma.
Perhaps because the room was too quiet, Wang Yian started a conversation while making his move: "Your Majesty may not remember me."
"But three years ago, I accompanied my grandfather to the palace for the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet hosted by the Empress Dowager, and met Your Majesty in Yongshou Palace."
"Your Majesty's majestic demeanor is unforgettable."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and carefully observed Wen Xing's expression, a hint of affection flashed in his eyes.
Wen Xing looked at the chessboard intently and said "Oh" casually.
Of course he didn't remember, because it was the original owner who met this person, not him.
Wang Yian was somewhat frustrated by his indifference, but he still managed to muster up the courage to say, "At that time, I was only fifteen years old. Your Majesty praised me for my intelligence and eagerness to learn, and said that I could enter the Hanlin Academy in the future."
As if lost in some memories, he didn't wait for Wen Xing to respond and said to himself: "But I don't want to join the Hanlin Academy, I want..."
Wen Xing didn't want to reminisce about the past, so he interrupted, "Focus, I'm going to win."
Wang Yian was silent for a moment, then as he lowered his eyes to look at the chessboard, his spirits perked up. He praised sincerely, "Your Majesty is a quick learner. After just one game, you've already grasped the key points. You've beaten me almost to the point of collapse."
A smile graced the corners of his lips, his eyes fixed on Wen Xing's face. After a while, he tentatively picked up a piece and placed it at the farthest point, just under Wen Xing's eyes.
When he withdrew his hand, the back of his hand gently swung to the side, as if accidentally sweeping across Wen Xing's hand holding the chess piece.
Wen Xing: ...
Wen Xing's slender eyelids suddenly lifted up, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
The look was so cold that it made Wang Yian feel nervous.
Wen Xing locked his gaze on the man, with the scrutiny and oppression of a superior, while his two slender fingers pinched the chess piece and dropped it, making a crisp knocking sound.
"I won."
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to get up and leave.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Wang Yian's face darkened. He stood up suddenly, chased forward, blocked Wen Xing's way, and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty!"
"May I have your permission to speak a few words?"
As if afraid that Wen Xing would not give him a chance, Wang Yian repeatedly said: "I don't have any extra thoughts, let alone thinking of replacing Lord Ning's position in Your Majesty's heart..."
Lord Ning was standing outside the window on the porch. Upon hearing this, his knuckles gripping the scabbard tightened inch by inch.
"I only wish to serve Your Majesty at your side forever. Even if that means holding the stirrups of your horse, serving food and medicine, adding incense and grinding ink, I will be content."
"I only hope Your Majesty will have mercy on me."
As Wang Yian said this, he tried to pounce on Wen Xing.
Wen Xing was quick-witted and took two steps back to avoid the man's advances. The disgust in his eyes became even stronger, and he kept moving around the man and away from him.
Outside the door, Ning Wujie's clenched fists were bony and the cold blade had unsheathed an inch without him noticing.
Wang Yian's attack was in vain, and he stumbled to a stop, completely hurt by Wen Xing's gaze. He was filled with anger and disappointment, his fingertips wrinkled his robe sleeves, and his eyes were fixed on Wen Xing.
But the emperor said coldly with an expressionless face: "The only people who do this around me are eunuchs."
Wang Yian:......?
Ning Wujie: ...
Seeing Wang Yian stunned, Wen Xing raised an eyebrow, "Why? You want to enter the palace after you've been castrated?"
Ning Wujie's knuckles that were gripping the scabbard suddenly loosened, the sharpness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and the thin lines of his lips slightly lifted.
Are all those who do this eunuchs?
Who is it that makes him learn how to serve the king all day long?
Wang Yian's fair face suddenly turned pale, and even his bright red lips were covered with a layer of frost. "Your Majesty..."
A pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, and the tears were almost about to overflow from the eye sockets.
Seeing that Wang Yian's tears were already rolling down, Wen Xing frowned.
She cried so ugly.
Didn’t you say that men don’t shed tears easily?
He didn't have the patience to coax anyone and just wanted to get out of here quickly. But just as he reached the door, he suddenly felt dizzy and his feet went weak for a moment. He hurriedly grabbed the door frame to steady himself.
He clenched his fingers tightly, even using enough force until they turned white, and only then did he manage to prevent himself from falling.
What's going on?
The dizziness grew stronger, and he heard the voice behind him suddenly become sharp and sinister, a world of difference from the masculine voice he had heard outside the door before: "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. Since Your Majesty is here, please don't leave."
Wen Xing's pupils trembled violently, and he struggled with all his might, but it was in vain. It seemed as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he went limp bit by bit.
Is he poisoned?
How did you get hit?
He hadn't used the entrance since he came in.
Could it be...
He glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of the incense burner still emitting green smoke, and couldn't help but close his eyes deeply.
"You have been hit by my Drunken Bone Silk, so you can only sleep with me tonight..."
Wen Xing felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He forced himself to gather a bit of clarity and was about to bite his tongue to resist the overwhelming dizziness.
But at this moment, a strong wind carrying the autumn chill suddenly blew open the door.
Wen Xing was in a daze at this time, and his vision was blurry. He couldn't see the person coming. He only vaguely saw a figure like a deep and majestic mountain standing against the light, who came towards him with a fierce momentum and grabbed him into his arms.
The familiar breath of pine forests and snow-capped mountains enveloped his head, calming his tense heart. As his tense nerves relaxed, he fell limply onto the other person's shoulder.
In the last moment before he lost consciousness, he clutched the other's clothes tightly and uttered three words between his teeth: "Kill him."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was completely swallowed up by the boundless darkness.
Wang Yian was horrified to see a murderous figure suddenly rushing in. Before he could even let out a cry of surprise, the blade was already in front of him.
In the backlight, the man's face was as gloomy as water, his eyes sharp like a piece of cold light. He spoke in a calm voice, each word clearly: "What poison? Antidote."
That voice was the one he had asked around and tried every possible way to imitate, and it was the voice that His Majesty liked best.
He looked at Ning Wujie with a look of extreme resentment, but after a moment he suddenly calmed down and sneered miserably, "Antidote?"
"The antidote is me."
At this point, his eyes suddenly flashed with coldness, "Since we can't be together in life, then let's die together!"
Before she finished speaking, she pulled out her hairpin and stabbed straight at the person in Ning Wujie's arms!
However, suddenly, a cold light appeared in front of his eyes, and he felt a chill on his neck, as if swept by a biting autumn wind.
Immediately, in his horrified eyes, scarlet blood spurted out, instantly soaking the bead necklaces in the room.
The man in blood-stained white collapsed to the ground, his wide-open eyes filled with nothing but emptiness.
Ning Wujie picked the man up and quickly used his lightness skills to fly through the numerous pavilions and corridors and rushed towards the palace gate.
Because he was holding someone and rushing to the palace gate to take a shortcut, he no longer concealed his tracks and was exposed to the sight of the patrolling guards.
The sound of a cold blade being unsheathed rang out, and the guards were all on high alert: "Who's there?"
Ning Wujie suddenly stopped and looked down, seeing the person in his arms with tightly closed eyelashes and furrowed brows, as if he was trapped in some kind of nightmare.
He tightened his arms and shouted, "Your Majesty has been assassinated. Send for the imperial physician immediately!"
The word "assassinated" was like a thunderclap, causing the guards' faces to change drastically. When they looked again, they saw that the person in Ning Wujie's arms was undoubtedly His Majesty. However, they did not know what was going on, so they could not help but hesitate in confusion.
Xinghe, who had just been searching for Wen Xing, rushed over quickly upon hearing the commotion. Seeing the unconscious Wen Xing, he couldn't help but show fear: "Master...what happened to him?"
"Get out of the way!" Ning Wujie shouted angrily at the hesitant guards, "Anyone who delays the emperor's treatment will have their entire clan executed."
Upon hearing this, the guards dared not to stop them anymore and retreated like a tide, making way for a passage.
However, just as Ning Wujie was about to step out of the palace, he heard the Queen Mother's hurried voice behind him: "Ning Wujie, how dare you hold His Majesty hostage? Stop right there! Stop him!"
The guards received the order and looked at each other, not daring to let the man go.
Ning Wujie, who was stopped again, stopped and turned to look at Wang Fuwei.
A pair of cold rays swept over without any hesitation, and Wang Fuwei was so frozen by the murderous intent in the eyes that his whole body froze.
"The person chosen by the Queen Mother dared to kill the king. I would like to ask what the Queen Mother intends to do."
Wang Fuwei's pupils shrank drastically, and he couldn't believe it. "What did you say?"
Only then did she realize that Wen Xing was lying unconscious in Ning Wujie's arms, as if she had fainted.
She was shocked and said sternly, "Tell me clearly, who killed the king?!"
"Wang Yian has been executed for his attempted regicide." Ning Wujie clenched his knuckles around the hilt of his sword, the tip of the blade three inches out of its sheath. "When Your Majesty awakens, I will ask Your Majesty to explain."
"Put His Majesty down! Someone, come! Call the imperial physician!" Wang Fuwei said angrily.
Ning Wujie remained motionless. "If we stay with the Queen Mother, there's no guarantee there won't be another Wang Yian. I'm going to take Your Majesty back to the palace."
Wang Fuwei was furious: "How dare you! How dare you question me? Come on, take this man down!"
The guards stepped forward to stop them.
Ning Wujie held the man with one arm, drew his sword and swung it horizontally, while at the same time he stepped back on the tip of his toes, raising a cloud of dust.
The blade was wrapped in energy, rolling like an ink dragon, and it knocked several guards to the ground with one blade.
Xinghe took advantage of the situation and entered the arena with a sword in hand. In the blink of an eye, he repelled several people in succession. The two of them stood back to back, forming a defense with almost no blind spots.
The guards knew they were no match for the two men, so they hesitated with their swords in hand and dared not move forward.
Ning Wujie sternly said to Wang Fuwei, "If your Majesty's treatment is delayed and his body is injured, even as the Queen Mother, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the consequences!"
Wang Fuwei's eyes widened, "You!"
Seeing that the guards were no match for the two, she gathered herself, pondered for a moment, and then calmed her temper and said coldly, "I will investigate this matter thoroughly. Ning Wujie, if Your Majesty makes even the slightest mistake, I will skin you alive!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she slashed the air with her sharp armor, and the guards retreated like a tide.
Ning Wujie immediately grabbed the person and rushed over the palace wall.
The author has something to say:
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Other people's crying is so ugly, but 5j's crying is really beautiful, right?
Haha, I won’t say who is double standard.
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