Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Obscene! Stupid King!
Wen Xing looked at the person lying on the couch. Ning Wujie was wearing a flying fish patterned t-shirt from the Supervisory Office. The tight waist belt showed off his strong and narrow waist. The fitting fabric wrapped around his body outlined his tight figure.
The whole person is like a sword in its sheath, exuding a sharp and majestic aura.
"Ning Wujie." Wen Xing asked in a deep voice, "What is your punishment for disobeying the order?"
Ning Wujie's drooping eyelids lifted slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly with the movement. His voice was still a little unclear: "Deserve... to be killed."
Wen Xing curled his lips, "Then I will decree your death tomorrow, how about that?"
Ning Wujie closed his eyes and uttered, "It's all up to you, my Lord. I couldn't ask for more."
Huh?
Why does this stubborn guy today have such a self-destructive temperament?
Wen Xing was puzzled.
But he seemed to have found something more interesting than Ning Wujie in his sober state.
His eyes lit up slightly. "Alright, then I'll issue another decree, ordering your father and brother to come to the capital to retrieve your body, and I'll also confer upon your brother the title of Beauty."
The person on the couch suddenly opened his eyes.
Wen Xing was curious about Ning Wujie's reaction.
He could see that this stubborn guy usually relied on reason to suppress his temper. Now that he was drunk, would his true nature be exposed?
But before Wen Xing could see the other person's expression clearly, he was pushed down by a force.
The world was spinning, and in the blink of an eye, he was pressed down on the couch by a heavy body.
His wrists were bound tightly by iron-like force, unable to move at all.
Wen Xing was startled and looked up, only to see Ning Wujie with a gloomy face, looking down at him condescendingly.
But that look couldn't be called "looking". Wen Xing felt as if he was a prey targeted by a wild beast.
His eyes were bloodshot, the moisture had completely faded, leaving only ruthlessness and a chilling coldness.
He warned in a deep voice: "Ning Wujie, you are so presumptuous."
"Why......"
Ning Wujie's voice was deep and dark, different from the penetrating voice he usually heard.
"Why me?"
"Why do you have to keep pestering me?!"
Wen Xing was stunned.
This kid is not right today.
"I hate you." Ning Wujie's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "You are the kind of person I hate the most!"
"He is lazy and unruly, speaks without restraint, and is always tempted by women!"
"You've made my Ning family the target of public criticism!"
"It makes me worried about my father and brother but I can't do anything about it!"
"Obscene! Incompetent ruler!"
Ning Wujie's voice was almost a roar, all the muscles in his body were tense, and he even trembled slightly because of excessive anger.
Wen Xing: ...
Although it doesn't sound good, there is no way to refute it.
Having never seen Ning Wujie so excited, Wen Xing suddenly thought, is this what this kid was thinking in his mind every time he teased him in the past?
Then he is really, really bad.
I laughed out loud.
As if he felt that Ning Wujie in this state today was too rare, he was unwilling to let him go easily, so he teased him and even added fuel to the fire, saying: "I am such a tyrant, but I still have to have you. What do you think?"
"It seems that you have no choice but to hate me."
He had expected Ning Wujie to be furious and say something even more unpleasant.
But the other party remained silent.
He saw that the outline of Ning Wujie's teeth was visible through the skin on his jaw, and he almost bit his back teeth to pieces with one bite.
His eyes were filled with reluctance.
He heard Ning Wujie say, almost in a whisper, "I should have...hated you."
Wen Xing:? Should have?
He asked curiously, "Isn't it?"
He heard no answer.
He felt that the shackles on his hands suddenly tightened a little.
It hurts a little.
He turned his head to look at his wrist, trying to struggle but failing. His eyes fell on Ning Wujie's hand that was holding his wrist.
The back of the hand was covered in bloodstains, and the skin on the white joints was cracked.
The hand that used to be very beautiful was now horrifically injured.
He was stunned.
But at this moment, he felt a warm touch on his cheek.
He turned around suddenly and saw that Ning Wujie's scarlet eyes had been covered with a layer of mist.
Because of the other person's condescending posture, her eyes could not hold back the tiny bit of moisture, so it condensed into a drop and fell on his face.
Wen Xing's pupils shrank, and even his eyelashes trembled.
Crying?
Did he say anything particularly outrageous today?
After thinking about it, it seemed that he had only said that he would sentence the boy to death, or threatened to summon the other party's eldest brother, but he had made such threats many times in his daily life, and he had never seen anyone actually cry.
Is it because he was drunk that he threw away all his usual self-control?
Very strange.
Wen Xing thought, he obviously doesn't like to see men cry.
But Ning Wujie's eyes were red, and he was stubbornly suppressing his anger. He was clearly emotionally broken and drunk, but he still managed to hold back and only shed a single tear.
He actually thought it was pretty good.
Wen Xing, with a rare moment of conscience, tried to comfort the other person, but the words he said only added fuel to the fire: "I am so annoying, but what can I do? I just like you."
Before he could finish his words, a figure flashed before his eyes and suddenly leaned down.
Before Wen Xing could react, he felt a warmth on his lower lip, followed by a sharp pain.
Wen Xing frowned.
This kid is biting him?
His lip was bitten and it hurt, so he struggled.
However, the strength of his wrists was like a soldering iron, holding him tightly.
Ning Wujie bit his lower lip like a wild animal and squeezed out a hoarse voice from between his teeth: "Stop talking."
"shut up!"
Wen Xing felt that his lips must be bleeding. He could feel the warm liquid dripping from the corner of his lips. He was a little annoyed: "Ning Wujie, are you going to kill the king?"
It seemed that these words worked, and his lips were suddenly loosened.
The force restraining his wrists loosened slightly.
He took this opportunity to break free and pushed the person away.
He supported himself on the edge of the couch with one hand and touched the corner of his lips with the other.
At first glance, the four white fingers were indeed covered with blood, and the collision of red and white was extremely bright and dazzling.
hiss......
This guy is indeed not a good-looking boy.
History's portrayal of him as a cold-blooded tyrant is absolutely correct.
He was afraid of pain to begin with, and the piercing pain from being bitten like that made him furious. He shouted angrily, "You!"
But Ning Wujie, who was pushed down, looked dazed. After a moment, he seemed to have regained some clarity and looked at him with gloomy eyes.
I don’t know why, but even though that look was like that of a trapped beast, so cold and fierce that it almost wanted to tear the person apart, Wen Xing could still see the grievance in it.
His anger suddenly subsided.
Never mind, it's his fault for being so mean.
He prefers to tease people when they are drunk.
He suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Are you awake?"
Ning Wujie's gaze was fixed on those lips, the blood soaked through the pale lips, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.
Under the dim candlelight, the originally clear face of the tyrant emperor became charming and beautiful because of this touch of red.
Ning Wujie's pale knuckles unconsciously clenched the edge of the couch.
After a long while, he finally seemed to wake up. He silently turned over and got off the bed. He lifted up the hem of his robe and knelt heavily on his knees. He said in a calm voice: "I have attacked Your Majesty. Please forgive me."
Wen Xing looked at the young man kneeling upright under the couch. The smell of alcohol seemed to have dissipated a little, and the redness on his cheeks had disappeared, revealing his gloomy face.
Wen Xing felt a little helpless.
I don't understand what this kid is being stubborn about tonight.
First, he disobeyed the emperor's order in public, then he was drunk. Everything that happened after that could be considered the unintentional behavior of a drunk man.
So he asked, "Why are you drunk today?"
According to his understanding, Ning Wujie should not drink alcohol.
He waited for a long time, but all he got in return was silence.
Always so stubborn.
Wen Xing felt a little helpless. He thought that it was useless to force this stubborn guy to say what he didn't want to say. Maybe he would just say: It's better to grant me death.
His gaze followed the other person's arms hanging down on both sides and landed on the injured hand again.
"Put your hands up," he ordered.
Ning Wujie hesitated for a moment, wanting to raise his uninjured left hand, but just as he was about to move, he heard the tyrant say, "The other one."
Ning Wujie closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised his other hand.
Wen Xing frowned at the injury, "What did you do?"
Ning Wujie turned his gaze away from him and said, "Interrogate the prisoner."
Wen Xingcai didn't believe it.
Is this a criminal trial? Is he sure he is not the one being tried?
Knowing that this stubborn guy would never tell the truth, Wen Xing shouted, "Li Dequan!"
Upon hearing the sound, the old eunuch nervously opened the door a crack, as if he was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see.
However, through the crack in the door, he saw his emperor and the little beauty sitting and kneeling, their clothes neatly dressed, not at all messy.
The old eunuch couldn't help but wonder in his heart, has this not even started or is it over?
Their Majesty shouldn’t be so quick, right?
When he didn't hear a response, Wen Xing let out all the suppressed anger: "You damn old eunuch, are you deaf?"
Li Dequan was startled and pushed the door open and rolled in in a panic.
However, just as he took two steps, he heard his Majesty say, "Go and call Zhai Yuanqing!"
The old eunuch slid in a hurry and rolled out again.
After a cup of tea, Zhai Yuanqing came hurriedly carrying a medicine box.
Wen Xing glanced at the man kneeling on the ground and said, "Show him your hands."
Zhai Yuanqing nodded repeatedly and was about to check Ning Wujie's injury when he heard Ning Wujie say, "Your Majesty is injured. Check on Your Majesty first."
Zhai Yuanqing's outstretched hand paused, and he turned his head to look at the emperor. Sure enough, he saw a gash at the corner of Wen Xing's lower lip, and the blood had formed a scab.
Zhai Yuanqing looked at the emperor, then turned to look at the wound on Ning Wujie's hand, and was horrified.
Is this...this...this...so intense?
The old eunuch also saw it, and his old eyes, which were still not dim, widened.
hiss......
This will probably force the little beauty to bite and punch.
Look, the little beauty is kneeling down to apologize.
Just look at the little beauty’s red eyes that are filled with grievance and she looks so pitiful that she is about to cry. That is the proof!
He is worthy of being their Majesty!
Very powerful!
Zhai Yuanqing was deeply shocked. With shaking hands, he took out the ointment from the medicine box and applied it to Wen Xing.
The ointment applied to the skin irritated Wen Xing so much that he frowned and leaned back slightly to avoid the touch.
"Okay, show him."
Zhai Yuanqing sighed again, their emperor still cared about the beauty. He treated his own injuries casually and only focused on the beauty's injuries.
He lifted Ning Wujie's hand to check his injury, and then heard His Majesty ask behind him, "How did you get hurt?"
Zhai Yuanqing honestly said: "It was smashed out."
After saying that, he was puzzled again. "Didn't you force them to smash the bed? How hard must it have been?"
What do you call this? Feeling sorry for someone under the bed, but tormenting them to death in bed?
I didn't expect that His Majesty has two faces.
Zhai Yuanqing felt that he would probably become a tool doctor in the future, specializing in handling the emperor's funeral affairs late at night.
He opened the medicine box and said, "Lord Ning's wound needs to be stitched up, otherwise the laceration will be aggravated if the general clenches his fist frequently."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xing looked at Ning Wujie coldly, his eyes full of questioning.
Ning Wujie refused to meet his gaze.
Wen Xing sneered in his heart.
His eyes moved slightly, and he recalled what Ning Wujie had just said about hating him.
hehe.
Hateful, right?
Wait, I will let you know the consequences of disobeying the order.
Zhai Yuanqing ordered people to light several more lamps, illuminating the small area as bright as the early morning, and then he carefully sewed stitches for Ning Wujie under the bright light.
Wen Xing had no intention of asking Ning Wujie to get up for treatment.
This made Zhai Yuanqing confused.
But the imperial physician was fully focused on the treatment and could only attribute the cause to the fact that their Majesty just loved to play.
Ning Wujie didn't raise his eyelids the whole time, and let Zhai Yuanqing sew him up with an expressionless face.
The candlelight flickered in the dead of night, and the bedroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
After an unknown amount of time, the imperial physician cut the stitches and bandaged Ning Wujie's wound.
"alright."
"Lord Ning, your hand must not touch water recently, and you must not clench your fist too hard to prevent the stitches from breaking. I will come to change the bandages for you regularly."
After giving the doctor's instructions, Zhai Yuanqing withdrew.
Ning Wujie was about to get up and leave when he heard Xing ask, "Did I let you go?"
Ning Wujie looked up in confusion.
The emperor raised one corner of his lip, leaned back leisurely on the cushion, and said with a half-smile, holding his chin, "From now on, you will live in Funing Palace."
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled, "What?"
Li Dequan understood everything.
It's quite normal. Generally, if one is favored and wants to be promoted, he should move to another palace.
It's just that this little beauty moved to His Majesty's bedroom.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Incredible.
It seems that His Majesty is really satisfied with the little beauty.
Ning Wujie gritted his teeth and refused: "I will not..."
"You have no right to refuse." Wen Xing interrupted coldly: "Otherwise, I will kill you and let your brother take your place."
As if afraid that Ning Wujie wouldn't believe him, Wen Xing fixed his sharp gaze on the young man and spoke word by word, "I will keep my word."
As expected, he saw the anger in Ning Wujie's eyes again.
But this time, there was a lot of grief and indignation in the anger.
The young man's hanging hand was clenched into a fist, and the clenched fist was covered with a bandage that had just been wrapped and was already bleeding.
He closed his eyes deeply and with great difficulty forced back the hot liquid that was welling up in his eye sockets.
Then he said in a very low and deep voice: "As you wish."
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