Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Who would like that tyrant?
Supervisory Office Prison.
The sounds of whipping and screams woven into a terrifying echo like hell, constantly crashing and reverberating between the stone walls.
The prisoner was tied to an iron pole, his abdomen suffering unprecedented blows.
The prisoner was unconscious and had lost count of how many punches he had received. All his internal organs were dislocated and the severe pain felt like a steel knife twisting in his abdomen.
"puff--"
As another punch landed, another rib was broken, the broken bone pierced into the lungs, and blood spurted out of the mouth.
"grown ups."
Seeing the prisoner's pupils dilated, an inspector couldn't help but remind him, "Give him a little time to breathe."
Ning Wujie's black robe was stained with blood. Upon hearing this, he grabbed the prisoner's jaw, observed the prisoner's pupils with sharp eyes, snorted coldly, and finally stopped.
"It's useless."
He let go of his hand, and the prisoner's head drooped weakly, and he could only make a "huh-huh" gasping sound.
The Inspector glanced at Ning Wujie's falling fist and saw that it was covered in blood. He could no longer tell whether it was the prisoner's blood or Ning Wujie's own blood from his own torn flesh.
He couldn't help but feel secretly shocked.
Although their lord had personally tried cases in the past, he had always been self-contained.
Moreover, the Supervisory Office had many torture instruments, and there was no need to use such a cruel method as today, where he had to personally smash the prisoner's ribs with his own punches, getting covered in blood.
The commander-in-chief has always been very respectful of his official uniform.
Today, Ning Wujie seemed like a judge crawling out of hell. Just standing next to him, one could feel his murderous aura and feel a chill down one's spine.
He had a chilling illusion that Ning Wujie was not here to try the case today, but simply to vent his anger.
Ning Wujie dropped his hands as if exhausted, turned around and walked to the basin of water. The moment his fingers touched the water, they dyed the entire basin red.
He stared at his reflection in the basin of dirty blood.
The images of memories in my mind flashed intermittently and uncontrollably.
The more he thought about it, the more explanations became found for his inexplicably contradictory actions.
The strange emotions buried deep in my heart became clearer and clearer, clamoring like a trapped beast, wanting to tear the cage apart and rush out to reveal the bloody facts.
He clenched his fist again and slammed it into the water.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the hem of his robe.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself not to think about it anymore.
The voice of a subordinate came to my ear: "Sir, are you still going to interrogate me?"
Ning Wujie came back to his senses, took the handkerchief from his subordinate and wiped his hands, without looking up, he said: "Six Xiao, the well filler of Huanhai Tower. He kidnapped and trafficked people, forced women into prostitution, lent money at high interest rates, and committed all kinds of evil."
After wiping, he threw the handkerchief away, leaving only the broken joints on the back of his hand, which continued to ooze blood.
He turned around, his cold eyes fixed on the prisoner, and his voice was chilling to the bone: "If you kill someone, I will punch you. I'm afraid you won't survive tomorrow's rising sun."
"Tell me the whereabouts of the owner of this building, and I'll let you die easily. Otherwise, I have a hundred ways to make your life worse than death."
The prisoner lowered his head and said breathlessly: "I...I confess..."
"...those." The prisoner gasped in a very weak voice: "The landlord...made me do them. I was just a...thug."
"Where did the host escape to?"
"I don't know... the details, I just know... he ran to southern Sichuan."
At this time, an attendant came to the execution room and said, "Sir, Master Wu Jing of the Three Thousand Battalion requests to see you."
Ning Wujie said coldly to his subordinates, "Write down his confession and spare his life."
"yes."
Ning Wujie went to the official residence and changed into a clean yisa. Before he even left the house, he heard Wu Jing's voice coming from afar: "You are in the government office!"
After a moment, Wu Jing walked into the room on his own. Seeing him, he smiled brightly. "I was thinking that if I couldn't see you at the government office, I would go to the palace to look for you."
It's not that there is no Ningyuan Marquis Mansion in the capital, but Ning Wujie is too busy. On weekdays, he is either working in the Imperial Study or handling cases in the Supervisory Office.
After returning to Beijing for so long, I have truly passed by my home three times without entering.
However, his mother died early, and there was no one else in the marquis's house except a few old servants and handymen.
Ning Wujie composed himself, suppressed the murderous aura from just now, and replaced it with a normal expression, "Why are you here?"
Wu Jing: "Aren't we leaving now? I came to say goodbye to you."
Ning Wujie understood: "The military supplies are ready."
"Yes." Wu Jing punched Ning Wujie on the shoulder as he spoke. "You are truly a master of prediction. It will be exactly one month! I will be leaving for the northwest tomorrow."
Ning Wujie's voice was a little muffled: "Please run this for me."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Is there any need for us to talk about this?"
Wu Jing sighed, "If His Majesty hadn't given you such strong support last time in the court, how could the case of embezzlement of the national treasury have been handled so smoothly? I'm afraid the money for military supplies wouldn't have come so quickly."
As he spoke, he glanced around to make sure no one else was in the room. Then he leaned closer to Ning Wujie's ear and whispered, "I was worried about you, but seeing how kind His Majesty is to you, I think he truly loves you. Now I can leave with peace of mind."
He talked incessantly, completely unaware that Ning Wujie's expression grew increasingly gloomy as he spoke.
"And you know what? Ever since the last evening court session, the Emperor has issued an order forbidding anyone in the court or the public from discussing you, lest they be punished. I've been much quieter in the barracks lately. I used to always hear people talking about you..."
"Alright." Ning Wujie interrupted, "Stop talking about this. Let's go. I'll see you off."
Wu Jing's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
"But you have to drink to see me off." Wu Jing said with a smile: "I know your family rules often forbid drinking, but this time is different. At worst, you can just drink less. Anyway, the old marquis and your eldest brother are not here, so no one can control you."
Wu Jing had been prepared for a tug-of-war as usual, but Ning Wujie responded immediately, "Okay."
Wu Jing was surprised: "Huh? That's strange, why are you responding so readily today?"
Ning Wujie didn't answer, took a cloak and went out with Wu Jing.
When he reached the gate of the yamen, a young eunuch came forward and bowed slightly when he saw him: "Master Ning."
"Your Majesty has sent a message, asking you to come into the palace."
Ning Wujie's face darkened, "What is the matter, Your Majesty?"
The eunuch who was in charge of delivering the message was slightly startled. Every time he came to deliver the message, Ning Wujie would leave without asking the reason. Why did he ask more questions this time?
But he didn't think much about it and said respectfully, "Your Majesty didn't elaborate."
"Since you didn't explain in detail, I guess it's not a serious matter. Please report to His Majesty that I still have official business to attend to, so I won't go." After he finished speaking, he pulled Wu Jing up and left without waiting for the eunuch to reply.
Wu Jing's eyes widened. He looked back at the eunuchs who were left hanging at the gate of the yamen, then at Ning Wujie who was dragging him along and striding ahead. He said in shock, "Wujie, you...you..."
He pointed at Ning Wujie and called him "you" for a while, but didn't dare to say the word "disobey the order".
He reacted for a moment and exclaimed, "Are you being spoiled and arrogant?"
Ning Wujie's forehead vein jumped and he decided to ignore this idiot.
Wu Jing, with the lawsuit on his mind, was dragged into a private room in a tavern and pressed down on a chair by Ning Wujie.
Wu was shocked. What day is today?
He was a thick-skinned man, but only now did he realize that Ning Wujie's expression had not been good since just now, and he was stunned.
The waiter came in and greeted him warmly. Wu Jing quickly ordered some food and drinks and sent him away. He then looked at Ning Wujie with concern and asked, "What's wrong with you today?"
Ning Wujie's eyes were cold, and he just said, "Nothing."
Wu Jing: ...
Is that nothing?
If the anger in Ning Wujie's eyes could turn into reality, this tavern would have been engulfed in flames.
Wu Jing had never developed the ability to read people's expressions. Faced with a dull person like Ning Wujie, he could only guess, "Oh, I know."
"You don't want to please others with your beauty, do you?"
If you dare not respond to His Majesty's summons, it means that all the resentment you have suppressed will burst out. When a common man is angry, he will risk his life to disobey the emperor's order.
This courage is his brother!
Ning Wujie pressed his throbbing solar plexus, took a deep breath, and said gloomily, "If you don't know how to talk, you can shut up."
At this time, the waiter put the wine and food on the table.
Wu Jing quickly poured Ning Wujie some wine, and flattered him with a chuckle, "Cool down."
In the past, it was the most difficult for him to persuade Ning Wujie to drink, and he would always be rejected for various reasons. Everyone in the military camp knew that whoever could get Young Marquis Ning to have a drink at the table would brag about it for three days.
He was already prepared, but he saw Ning Wujie didn't even raise his eyelids, picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Wu Jing: Huh? ! !
He looked at Ning Wujie with a gloomy face, then at the empty wine cup, his eyes widened, and tentatively filled it again.
Ning Wujie raised his glass again.
With a "bang", the cup fell and was empty again.
Wu Jing:!!
This time he can do more than just brag for three days.
His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized he might have broken the record.
He was in high spirits, so he asked the waiter to replace the wine cup with a large bowl, "Come, come, come!"
"It's rare that you're so kind today, so I'll be willing to sacrifice my life for you." He filled his own bowl as well, raised it, and said, "Brother, I..."
Before he could finish his words, Ning Wujie had already drunk up the wine in his bowl.
"Wow!" Wu Jing exclaimed, "Such a big temper."
He poured a bowl and Ning Wujie drank it without hesitation.
Seeing the empty bowls piling up higher and higher, Wu Jing's dull head seemed to finally figure out the problem. The excitement in his eyes faded and turned into sympathy.
He drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, patted Ning Wujie on the shoulder, and sighed in what he thought was a considerate way, "Brother, I understand you."
Ning Wujie frowned, anticipating that he was about to hear something irrelevant.
"We are military commanders. Who wants to be known as a prostitute?"
The four words "using beauty to serve men" appeared again, and Ning Wujie gritted his teeth.
"But he is His Majesty after all, and we, as his subjects, can only obey his orders."
Ning Wujie's slender eyelids were hidden under his bony fingers. When he heard this, he raised his eyes slightly, and a faint light flickered in his dark eyes.
"Yes, he is His Majesty."
He whispered.
Still a tyrant!
Wu Jing didn't hear the hidden meaning in his words and nodded, "So, you can't just act on your own will. You have to know that your every move is tied to the Ning family and Old Marquis Ning. Even if you don't think about yourself, think about the Ningyuan Army. If you anger His Majesty, they can't be guaranteed to be implicated by you."
Ning Wujie closed his eyes deeply.
He had drunk too quickly just now, so he didn't react for a while. Now that the alcohol was taking effect, a thin layer of red was spreading through the collar of his white underwear.
Wu Jing continued to talk non-stop, "Forget about coveting the beauty of a minister. His Majesty has the power of life and death over us. All thunder and rain are grace. For the sake of peace in the northwest, just bear with it, okay?"
"Covet?" Ning Wujie sneered.
The alcohol took over and he felt dizzy uncontrollably. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt dizzy and his voice became deep and hoarse.
"Who is coveting whom?"
Wu Jing didn't understand this and said, "Huh?" "Isn't it His Majesty who covets you?"
"Me?" Ning Wujie laughed, his shoulders shaking and his chest heaving. "I am a subject..."
Wu Jing was puzzled, "Yes, as subjects, we can't..."
"How can a minister...covet your majesty?"
At this point, Ning Wujie didn't know what he was thinking about. He suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Not to mention that tyrant king!"
Wu Jing:?!
no.
......Wait a moment.
Was he perhaps hallucinating?
Doesn’t Your Majesty like Ning Wujie?
Wu Jing's eyes widened, he pulled Ning Wujie's shoulder, stared at him and asked loudly: "What the hell did you say?!"
*
Inside the Funing Palace.
Wen Xing looked at the night outside the window and was too irritated to sleep.
Zhai Yuanqingguang said that the remaining poison dissipated slowly, but he did not mention that the poison also had a refreshing effect.
My body is clearly very tired and I want to sleep, but my brain won’t let me and I am very energetic.
He was tortured to the point of wanting to curse.
Today, more than ever, he needed someone to read him a storybook to hypnotize him.
He was already in a very bad mood because of the remaining poison, and then he heard the eunuch adding fuel to the fire.
"Lord Ning said he has official business to attend to, so he won't be coming today."
As the eunuch spoke, he glanced cautiously at the emperor on the couch.
Li Dequan was slightly surprised when he heard this.
Huh? The little beauty actually disobeyed the order.
In the past, I would come as soon as I was called, without hesitation, but today...
He observed the emperor's expression and felt worried for Ning Wujie.
His Majesty is not so easy to talk to today.
Guo Jianwenxing sat up with a gloomy face.
Did he really spoil that kid too much?
You've become so spoiled that you dare to disobey my orders in public?
Wen Xing sneered, "If you go again, you must bring the person to me regardless of life or death. Otherwise, you will be punished for disobeying my order."
The eunuch who was in charge of the communication said yes repeatedly and left.
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes. He was determined to teach that brat a lesson when he entered the palace.
Otherwise, it would be really an insult!
*
In the private room of the tavern.
Ning Wujie frowned, his eyes were already red from the smell of alcohol, and he looked at his brother in front of him with a distracted gaze.
Wu Jing's head turned into two, and the shadows were shaking.
But he was still conscious, so he slapped away Wu Jing's hand on his shoulder and asked, "What did I say?"
Wu Jing's eyes widened. "You didn't say anything? Did I just hallucinate?"
"I'm not drunk, my hearing is very good. Tell me the truth, are you..." He paused and said uncertainly: "You don't like your majesty..."
Before he could finish his words, a hand had already covered Wu Jing's mouth.
"Shut up."
Ning Wujie still sat upright, holding Wu Jing with one hand and holding the wine bowl to his mouth with the other.
Wu was annoyed, broke free from Ning Wujie's shackles, and tried to grab the other's wine bowl.
Ning Wujie didn't even raise his eyelids, holding the wine bowl, and tried to stop Wu Jing with one hand.
Wu was slapped away by a palm, and then he clenched his fist to meet the attack.
"Fuck, stop drinking!"
For a moment, the private room was filled with the sound of fists and palms.
Ning Wujie held the bowl in his hand while fighting with Wu Jing, and not a single drop of wine in the bowl spilled.
However, the more he practiced, the faster the alcohol traveled through his body, and soon it made his brain confused. Finally, his feet tilted slightly, revealing a flaw.
Wu Jing took advantage of this opportunity and kicked with his quick eyes and hands.
The wine bowl exploded and shattered into pieces.
Ning Wujie was stunned as the wine spilled all over him.
Wu Jing was extremely angry.
No wonder his childhood friend was acting weird today.
It turns out that something terrible is happening!
Seeing the wine bowl broken, Ning Wujie tried to grab the wine pot again, but fortunately Wu Jing was quick enough to snatch it away first.
Wu Jing took away all the wine on the table, turned around and stuffed it to the waiter guarding outside, and closed the door again.
He turned around and scolded, "You are not allowed to drink anymore! Listen to me."
"Your Majesty likes his subjects, that's called honoring him. But if a subject dares to covet His Majesty, that's called being disloyal! Do you understand? If your father knew about this, he would beat you to death!"
"shut up!"
Ning Wujie's eyes had already burned scarlet. He glared at Wu Jing fiercely and said, "I told you to shut up."
Wu Jingjing felt a chill down his spine from the terrifying gaze, and stopped talking.
Ning Wujie clenched his fists so tightly that his nails were almost digging into his flesh.
Who would like that tyrant!
He is full of nonsense, lazy and negligent in his work, and blinded by lust!
He didn't like it.
He won't let anyone else know!
Yes, no one can know.
"...No one...will ever know."
Perhaps it was because of the drunkenness from the fight just now, Ning Wujie suddenly felt dizzy and unsteady in a moment. His vision went dark and he staggered forward.
Wu Jing was quick-witted and quick-handed, and stopped him with lightning speed, so Ning Wujie fell on his shoulder.
Looking at the man who was almost drunk to death, Wu actually sighed.
In the end, it was his brother who was trapped in love.
Damn...
Wu Jing felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Why did he have to know about this today? How could he go to the Northwest with peace of mind?
How could he hide it when he saw the old marquis's sharp eyes?
Wu Jing has never had confidence in his acting skills, and felt very troubled for a while.
A long sigh was heard in the quiet private room.
*
Two eunuchs supported Ning Wujie and staggered into the Funing Palace.
Wen Xing, who was sitting on the couch flipping through a storybook, raised his eyes when he heard the noise and saw Ning Wujie's arms being held by the eunuchs on both sides, with his head drooping and his long ponytail tilted to one side and falling on his chest.
He couldn't help but frown and was about to ask something when he smelled the scent of alcohol.
"What's going on?"
The eunuch bowed his head, "Master Ning... is drunk."
When the eunuch went to summon people, before he could even read out the emperor's order, he saw Ning Wujie had already died drunkenly on his bed in the prince's mansion, and no amount of shouting could wake him up.
However, His Majesty's oral order was to bring the person here regardless of whether he was dead or alive, so the eunuch had no choice but to carry the person here.
Wen Xing was surprised. Could Ning Wujie, who was always so reserved, get drunk?
Curious, he stood up and walked over.
He looked at the person who came, reached out and pinched Ning Wujie's jaw, and lifted his face up.
Ning Wujie opened his eyelashes slightly, and his half-closed dark eyes reflected the candlelight in the room, and two tiny points of light floated up, like stardust.
The other person's scarlet eyes were filled with a thin mist of drunkenness, and the moisture seemed to dye the red blush, just like nail polish spreading on drawing paper, from the corners of the eyes all the way to the cheeks.
This time, I really blushed.
It was just red ears before, and this was the first time Wen Xing saw Ning Wujie with a red face.
It’s pretty good looking too.
Wen Xing called out, "Ning Wujie."
Ning Wujie seemed to be brought back to his senses by this voice. He reacted and let out a long breath.
In his vision blurred by moisture, he saw a white figure swaying in the light.
The figure was thin, as broad as a clothes hanger, but very thin.
However, his whole body exuded a lazy immortal air, just like the banished immortal in his memory who stood under a tree late at night, holding up a sleeve arrow and killing everyone.
He recognized the figure.
I would recognize it even if it turned into ashes.
Why you?
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he sneered, "A tyrant king."
Upon hearing this, the two eunuchs were so horrified that they wished they could stick their heads into the ground.
Lord Ning is so bold that he dares to curse Your Majesty to your face!
They were anxiously waiting for His Majesty's wrath, but unexpectedly Wen Xing did not get angry, but smiled instead.
Then they heard their Majesty say, "Put him on my Arhat couch."
Eunuch: !!
There is actually someone in this world who can curse the emperor to his face and not only not be torn to pieces by five horses, but also climb onto the dragon bed?!
Is Lady Ning's beauty so terrifying?
Your Majesty, lust blinds your mind!
The two eunuchs seemed stunned, but Li Dequan, noticing this, stepped forward and patted the two children on the head, "Hurry up and go."
The eunuchs came to their senses and hurriedly helped the man over.
How could Li Dequan not understand what his Majesty meant? He was probably going to favor the little beauty!
That's right, Li De said to himself, that's how to cure the love poison. Zhai Yuanqing also said that Your Majesty just needs to endure it for two days, what a quack!
He happily settled Ning Wujie and dismissed all the servants in the hall. He even glanced at the stars on the beams, waved his hand, and mouthed, "Come down."
Xinghe pouted and didn't move.
Li Dequan urged again with a wink.
When I looked again, His Majesty was already sitting on the edge of the couch.
hiss......
There won’t be any scenes that are inappropriate for children later, right?
Li Dequan waved his hands frantically at Xinghe and gestured, "If you don't come down, I'll confiscate all your fruits!"
Xinghe stuck out his tongue and jumped out of the window.
Li Dequan smiled, bent over and walked out, closing the door.
The dim candlelight flickered, and under the hanging curtain were two figures, one lying and one sitting.
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The author has something to say: 5j: Who wants to like that tyrant! Lust makes one lose their mind!
Eh? Who's the one who's been blinded by lust? It's so hard to guess.
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