Chapter 23 Chapter 23 This tyrant treated him as a bed warmer...
"Or do you want me to strip your brother naked and send him to the palace?"
Ning Wujie walked towards the tyrant with his eyes downcast.
A pair of slender feet first caught my eye. The feet were soaked in hot spring water, the skin was as transparent as thin porcelain, and light blue veins were floating on the rugged toes. The beautiful nails were flashing with tiny light under the dim candlelight.
His heart skipped a beat.
The tyrant emperor had put on a moon-white nightgown at some point, with the cicada-wing gauze lightly covering his legs, revealing the jade-colored flesh underneath, and water marks winding along the curve of his calves and disappearing into the shadows.
Ning Wujie looked away, his Adam's apple rolling. "I'm not an expert in massage. I didn't know how hard to use. I'm afraid I might have hurt Your Majesty."
Wen Xing raised his eyes and saw the young man wearing a long robe with wide sleeves. A few strands of black hair fell in front of his forehead. His high ponytail was still in place, with a hairpin piercing his crown. His long black hair fell to his waist, making his spine look as straight as a pine tree.
Ning Wujie tilted his head, exposing his red ears to his sight.
Wen Xing curled his lips.
Why is it so easy to become famous?
He doesn't understand.
Is it a sensitive period for teenagers?
He raised his foot provocatively and stepped on Ning Wujie's thigh, kicking him lightly, and said jokingly, "I don't dislike you."
Ning Wujie's breathing stagnated, and the kick in the leg caused a tingling and shuddering sensation, as if he had been electrocuted. He reflexively grabbed Wen Xing's ankle.
Wen Xing was startled as his ankle was being pulled tightly.
The young man stared at him with his eyes fixed on him, with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't tell if it was from anger or grievance.
"Let me go."
Ning Wujie refused to let go and just stared at him.
Wen Xing felt as if he was a prey being targeted by a wild beast, and he actually felt a little uneasy.
"Ning Wujie." He warned in a deep voice.
Suddenly, the young man closed his eyes, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, may I press it as you wish?"
Wen Xing curled her lips and looked at him playfully: "As long as it doesn't hurt me."
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes, grasped the tyrant's heel with one hand, and bent the knuckles of his index finger with the other hand.
A glimmer flashed in his eyes, and his knuckles pressed a certain acupoint on the sole of Wen Xing's foot.
"puff--"
The unbearable itch immediately spread from the soles of his feet all the way to his heart, and Wen Xing couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Hahahaha~~Let me go!"
Wen Xing felt so itchy that he scratched his heart and liver and struggled violently.
"You're so insolent~ It's so itchy~ Hahahaha! Ning Wujie~ Hahaha~"
One of his feet kicked and kicked Ning Wujie's thigh, while the other ankle was clamped tightly by the huge force and could not be freed at all.
The itch on the soles of his feet kept drilling into his heart, making him laugh uncontrollably and curl up his whole body.
"Let...let go~ Hahahaha~ Ning Wujie, how dare you kill the king!"
"Help~ Someone~ Hahahaha~ Regicide!"
Xinghe heard the word "regicide" outside the door and was about to rush in, but the old eunuch raised his arm to stop him, "The young couple is having fun, don't interfere, kid."
Xinghe said nervously, "But the master is shouting regicide!"
Li Dequan calmly patted Xinghe's head, "What do you know? That's called boudoir fun."
Xinghe rubbed his head, which was hurt from being hit, and muttered, "Is regicide also called boudoir fun?"
The young eunuchs all lowered their heads to their belts and laughed secretly.
Wen Xing had stopped laughing and curled up like a cooked shrimp, his whole body turning pink.
He gasped for breath and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "...If you don't...let me go, I will...kill you."
Ning Wujie raised his eyebrows slightly, finally let go, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips that he himself was not aware of.
"Didn't His Majesty say that it's okay as long as it doesn't hurt?"
Wen Xing took a long time to catch his breath. His stomach hurt from laughing, and his voice was still weak. "How dare you."
"You did it on purpose."
Wen Xing's tense muscles finally relaxed, and he sprawled out on his back, "You little bastard."
He really is vindictive.
"Rub my stomach quickly, it hurts so much."
He had laughed so long and so hard that his stomach was cramping.
I don’t know if it was because he felt guilty, but Ning Wujie was very obedient this time.
Press your palms on his abdomen and massage gently in circles.
Wen Xing closed his eyes contentedly, "Don't you know a lot about massage?"
The palm pressing on his lower abdomen paused for a moment, then began to massage slowly again.
Wen Xing sighed, finally calming down, and said quietly, "What is your punishment for regicide?"
Ning Wujie's eyes flickered slightly, "Your Majesty has wronged me."
Wen Xing swore that he heard a hint of grievance in Ning Wujie's calm tone.
It's not that I'm really wronged, I'm just pretending to be wronged.
Wen Xing suddenly sat up, interrupting Ning Wujie's kneading.
"I have to punish you severely, otherwise I will spoil you and make you lawless."
As he stood up, the already loose collar of his pajamas slipped down, exposing almost all of his skin to Ning Wujie's condescending gaze.
It meanders from the clavicle to the hidden lower abdomen, hidden by the overlapping lapels.
Ning Wujie hurriedly looked away, his ears turning red again.
Wen Xing thought for a moment and humphed, "Since you can't serve the emperor well, then warm my bed."
Ning Wujie was startled, "What?"
Wen Xing saw his nervous look, and the slight dissatisfaction of being teased just now was swept away, "Just do it for me..."
He spoke word by word, "Bed warmer."
Ning Wujie's eyebrows twitched violently.
The cases he handled involved many powerful people, so he had heard of the bed-warming maids in these wealthy and powerful families.
It is said to be a bed warmer, but it does more than just warm the bed.
Sometimes...
Thinking of this, the corners of Ning Wujie's eyes became even redder and his fists were clenched tightly.
This tyrant treated him as a bed warmer?
...Shameless!
He almost turned around and left.
But just as he turned around, he heard the tyrant behind him lazily say: "If you don't do it, I will let others do it, such as..."
"You, brother."
Ning Wujie closed his eyes almost helplessly after hearing this.
It's always like this.
He was almost numb.
Hearing this, he curled his lips into a smile and stretched out his hand even more forcefully, "Carry me back to the bedroom."
Ning Wujie remained motionless and said coldly, "How about asking Your Majesty to kill me and my brother together? I believe my brother will forgive me."
Wen Xing raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Is this trick no longer working?
Originally, he had always used Ning Wujie's brother as his trump card. As long as he mentioned his brother, this kid would do whatever he said.
Is bed warming such an excessive request? Has it crossed the line?
Wen Xing thought about it and soon figured it out.
This stubborn guy hated him and wanted to avoid him, but warming the bed went against his wishes.
Wen Xing's eyes lit up evilly, and he couldn't let this stubborn guy go.
The tyrant emperor continued to threaten: "Then I will punish you with the crime of regicide and execute all your clans."
Ning Wujie suddenly turned around and looked at Wen Xing in disbelief.
"You..."
The word "tyrant" kept turning around in his throat, but he finally swallowed it back.
He didn't believe that this tyrant would really kill all his nine clans; he was just shocked by the way this threat was made.
What emperor, whose word was law, would ever talk about killing nine generations of a family? Is he treating it like a joke? Childish, isn't it?
Oh, this tyrant will.
He was speechless when he saw Wen Xing raise his arm and urge him, "Hurry, hold me."
He had a wooden face, pulled the corners of his lips, and finally bent down reluctantly to pick the person up.
When passing the outer room, he took the outer robe from the attendant, covered Wen Xing with it, and escorted him all the way to the sedan chair.
Ning Wujie put the man on the couch. The foolish king moved his butt to make room and patted the bed, "Come up."
Ning Wujie looked at the emperor's teasing eyes and said expressionlessly, "I still have a lot of official business to attend to. Your Majesty, do you want me to bring it to the bedroom?"
Wen Xing squinted at him.
"Is this clever brain of yours specially designed to deal with me?"
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes, "Your Majesty, do you want me to review memorials for you, or warm your bed?"
Wen Xing hehe.
"Only children make choices. I want them all."
As he spoke, he pulled the person without saying a word. Ning Wujie was caught off guard and fell forward because his foot loosened.
But Ning Wujie reacted very quickly, supporting himself on the edge of the couch with one arm to steady his body, and stopped just in front of the tyrant emperor.
The two of them were breathing very close to each other, their breaths intertwined.
Ning Wujie's whole body was tense, his knuckles gripping the edge of the couch tightened inch by inch, and he stared at Wen Xing intently.
This tyrant really needs him to warm his bed...
His mind uncontrollably recalled those damp and lingering dreams, and his ears felt hot.
However, when he saw the foolish emperor's teasing face, he immediately recalled the box of ointment that Zhai Yuanqing gave him.
According to how this tyrant and everyone around him viewed their relationship.
Could it be that this tyrant wanted to give him...
Something in his mind snapped, and Ning Wujie's handsome face instantly turned pale. His fingertips gripping the edge of the couch unconsciously exerted force, and in the blink of an eye, several cracks appeared on the edge.
Stupid ruler! Dream on!
The person in front of him was as still as a rock. Wen Xing's strength in pulling him was no match for Ning Wujie, so he ordered, "The bed is so cold, how can I sleep? Warm it up quickly."
Ning Wujie:?
He reacted for a moment, "Just warming the bed?"
Wen Xing frowned: "What else?"
"Oh, by the way, if you want to work, you can read the memorial to me and I'll approve it while I'm at it. It's like killing two birds with one stone."
After saying that, he lay down with a hissing sound. It was really cold.
Even if a fire trap is lit in the house, it is still cold.
He doesn't like using a hot water bottle because it's too hot in the first half of the night and too cold in the second half.
He glanced at Ning Wujie and thought to himself that he really needed a baby who would keep him warm.
The young man was wearing a plain brocade robe with wide sleeves. His former sharpness and violence had faded away, leaving only a gentle and suave look. He was staring at him blankly.
Wen Xing was about to urge him, but saw Ning Wujie's brows suddenly relax, he chuckled very lightly, and swiftly turned over to the bed.
The warm aura of the person next to me enveloped me, like the warm sunshine after the first snow, dispelling all the coldness around me.
Wen Xing curled his lips and closed his eyes in satisfaction.
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The next day.
This was the best sleep Wen Xing had ever had since he came here. He didn't have any nightmares, wasn't woken up by the cold, and didn't suffer from heart pain.
He felt as if he was still in the hot spring pool last night, wrapped in the warm water, and even the joints between his bones showed a soft and mellow feeling.
He turned over and let out a sigh of comfort.
Then he realized that he had hit his forehead with something hard, and he frowned and felt around for a while.
It’s not quite right to say that it’s hard. It’s more like tough, strong and elastic, and feels really good.
He couldn't help but knead it for a while longer, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Wen Xing opened his eyes, and when his vision focused, he bumped into a handsome face that was very close to him.
His eye sockets were red and there was a faint blue under his eyes, as if he had been up all night.
"Your Majesty, have you touched enough?"
It is better not to rob the cool road.
Wen Xing suddenly realized that his hand was on the other person's chest.
Huh.
It feels really good to touch.
He even wanted to touch it again, so he said frankly: "No, let me touch it again."
Then his five fingers shamelessly grabbed the other person's chest muscles again.
Ning Wujie stood up and retreated as if he had been electrocuted.
There was an indescribable complexity in the look in his eyes.
Wen Xing looked at the tip of the other person's slightly red ears and teased: "What?"
"You only knew it on the first day that I was attracted to you?"
Ning Wujie pulled the corner of his lips.
Thinking back to my understanding of the word "warm bed" last night, I suddenly didn't know who was the one who was so tempted by her beauty.
He rubbed his eyes helplessly, then threw off the quilt and got out of bed.
However, as soon as he landed, his eyes fell on a small wet spot on the hem of his clothes. He immediately recalled that he stayed up until the second half of the night, but finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep, and it turned out to be a dream again.
He was frozen like stone.
There seemed to be a roar inside his body, making his head buzz.
He closed his eyes deeply and buried his face in his palms, wishing he could kill himself with one slap.
Wen Xing saw the man standing stiffly with his back to him, and a red glow spread visibly from his neck all the way up, burning his entire ear.
If he reached out to touch it, he would definitely be burned back.
Before he could respond, he heard the young man say, "I will go change my clothes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person disappeared.
Wen Xing:?
Isn’t this reaction arc a bit long?
Shouldn't her face turn red when he touched her chest muscles?
I'll try something else next time, he thought evilly.
Wen Xing rarely stayed in bed until noon today. Instead, he got up refreshed, changed his clothes, and had a proper breakfast on time.
Thinking of the fatigue in Ning Wujie's eyes compared to his energetic appearance, a word suddenly popped up in his mind: take yang to replenish yin.
Bah, it’s better to absorb yang and replenish yang.
From now on, I will keep Heng Nuan warm for my baby and warm his bed every day, he thought with satisfaction.
While they were having their meal, an attendant came to report that an official was carrying a coffin outside the Meridian Gate for his death.
"That Imperial Secretary's outrageous remarks outside the Meridian Gate were truly...unpleasant to the ear."
Wen Xing paused while eating and became interested. "How bad can it be? Tell me about it."
"That person said... said..." The eunuch raised his eyes timidly to see Wen Xing's expression, "that Lord Ning seduced the emperor... a fox... a fox that seduced the lord."
"puff--"
Wen Xing choked on the mouthwash tea.
Wen Xing recalled Ning Wujie's face. How could he describe it? He was quite handsome, in that particularly heroic way. If I had to describe it, it would be like the 3D modeled face of the male protagonist in an otome game, so A-level.
It has nothing to do with fox charm.
Wen Xing wiped the water stains from the corners of his lips, "Anything else?"
At this time, Ning Wujie changed into clean clothes and came back. Just as he stepped into the palace, he heard the eunuch say, "He said... Lord Ning was pestering the emperor and was... doing private things..."
"He has tempted His Majesty to indulge in romantic affairs... and neglect the affairs of state..."
The eunuch couldn't continue speaking and his face turned red.
Ning Wujie's brows were tightly furrowed.
But the emperor burst into laughter and said, "You are really good at making up stories."
"What on earth does he want to do?"
The eunuch said, "He said he wanted blood to spill at the palace gates. I beg Your Majesty to bring Lord Ning to face public confrontation and purge the emperor's entourage."
Wen Xing sneered coldly, full of disdain.
The eunuch said in embarrassment: "Many people have gathered outside the gate this afternoon. If we don't stop them, I'm afraid the rumors will become true."
"Where are the Imperial Guards? Where are the City Defense Battalion?" Ning Wujie asked coldly, "Don't they care?"
The eunuch shook his head. "The Imperial Guards say that what's outside the Meridian Gate doesn't belong to the Imperial City, so they have no control over it. The City Defense Battalion says that the Meridian Gate belongs to the Imperial City, so they have no control over it either. Besides, he's a censor, advising the emperor and the officials below. There's no reason to arrest him."
Ning Wujie's eyes darkened. Was this a case of mutual blame, or was it intentional?
He thought for a while and said, "Then I will go meet him."
After he finished speaking, he left.
Seeing Ning Wujie's departing figure, Wen Xing's eyes moved slightly, and he said to Li Dequan, "Go ahead."
The old eunuch smiled and said yes.
No matter how the civil and military officials in the court scolded His Majesty for being lazy and negligent in his work, His Majesty remained indifferent. But now, when a small attendant scolded the little beauty, His Majesty could no longer sit still.
Tsk tsk tsk.
It’s still because their Majesty loves people.
The old eunuch thought so and went to prepare the sedan chair happily.
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The author has something to say: 5j: Want to treat me like... like that... (gritting teeth) (blushing) (shame and anticipation)
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