Chapter 25 Chapter 25 No matter how strong a general is, he can't withstand...
Wen Xing's brain was dizzy, and he dreamed of the scene of sudden death again. The sharp pain in his heart tormented him for an unknown period of time.
Until he felt that his nerves were almost numb, the pain gradually faded away, turning into a lingering dull pain.
His brows knitted together in pain, and as consciousness gradually returned, he vaguely heard someone calling him, "Your Majesty."
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Wen Xing slowly opened her eyes.
My sight gradually focused, and the shadowy figures beside the couch became clearer.
Li Dequan asked with concern, "Your Majesty, are you feeling better?"
Wen Xing nodded slowly and weakly.
Xinghe also came forward, "Master, you slept for two whole days this time! It's longer than any other time you've been sick. Xinghe thought you wouldn't wake up."
Before he could finish his words, the old eunuch knocked the child on the head and asked, "How can you talk like that?"
Zhai Yuanqing stepped forward to take his pulse, and after a moment, he soothed him, "Your Majesty's illness this time was so sudden and severe that it's normal that you haven't had time to take your medicine. I'll prescribe some tranquilizing prescriptions for you. Just remember, keep the medicine with you from now on to avoid any unexpected accidents."
"We can ask the Imperial Clothing Bureau to modify your Majesty's cuffs to create a small pocket for medicine." Zhai Yuanqing worriedly reminded Li Dequan, "There are always times when servants cannot take care of you. Your Majesty must always have a supply of medicine on him."
Li Dequan nodded repeatedly. The emperor's illness really scared him this time. He wiped the sweat from his forehead in fear.
Wen Xing looked around and saw that there were only three people in the room, so he asked, "Where is Ning Wujie?"
Li Dequan said, "Lord Ning guarded you all day yesterday, and this morning he went to interrogate the prisoners who broke into the prison."
Wen Xing frowned.
He's still sick, and this guy is in a hurry to try the case?
Although he knew that this stubborn guy was just avoiding him, Wen Xing still felt inexplicably unhappy.
He wanted to issue an order to summon people as usual, but suddenly he felt bored.
What are you doing?
Why does he always go out of his way to call people over? Is it just for fun?
Perhaps because he was sick, he was in a bad mood. He just turned over and wrapped himself in the quilt, like a cocoon.
"You guys go down."
Li Dequan saw that Wen Xing was in a bad mood, so he could guess that the emperor was angry that he didn't see the little beauty when he woke up.
He quickly whispered something to a young eunuch, who nodded repeatedly and trotted out.
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Half an hour later.
Ning Wujie entered the Funing Palace with a chill in his body.
He didn't even have time to change out of his bloody black clothes before he stepped into the bedroom.
The person on the bed had his eyes closed, and I don’t know if he was asleep.
Ning Wujie's hurried footsteps suddenly slowed down when he saw the figure on the couch, and he walked over silently.
When Li Dequan saw him coming, he waved his hand very tactfully and drove all the servants out of the hall. He also lifted up the reluctant Xinghe on the beam and then quietly left the bedroom and closed the door.
Ning Wujie stared at the person on the couch, his eyes were pitch black, like a bottomless pool of water, and he didn't know what kind of waves were hidden underneath.
Wen Xing was not sleeping, but just resting his eyes. He noticed the movement and slowly opened his eyes, and the young man's gloomy face came into his sight.
Ning Wujie's eyes were scarlet.
This usually only happens when one is extremely angry or hasn't slept all night. Wen Xing was puzzled. He clearly didn't do anything, right?
"Are you angry?"
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes and restrained his expression, putting away the murderous aura that he hadn't managed to conceal, and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, I don't."
"You have."
Wen Xing sat up, leaning his back against the soft pillow, and looked at Ning Wujie, finally his eyes fell on the other's clenched fist. The fist had been sutured some time ago, and the stitches had just been removed. He thought it had healed, but now it was cracked again and stained with blood.
He frowned and said, "Don't tell me, this is another interrogation of a criminal?"
Ning Wujie followed Wen Xing's gaze and realized that his fist was cracked again.
I don’t know how Zhai Yuanqing will scold me again.
He recalled the scene today when he was so furious that he interrogated several prisoners who participated in the prison break until they were bloody and forced them to tell him who provided Gu Chengping with gunpowder.
The young eunuch who came to deliver the message was so frightened that he wet his pants on the spot.
Let’s not mention it.
So he shook his head and said, "It's just that the wound is not well protected."
As he spoke, he walked to the basin and washed his hands, removing the blood stains.
Perhaps it was more of the prisoner's blood, and he couldn't tell the difference.
Just thinking of how Wen Xing looked when he had an attack the day before, he wished he could tear those people into pieces.
If it weren't for Gu Chengping's explosives, Your Majesty wouldn't have fallen ill.
When Wen Xing was seriously ill, even Zhai Yuanqing was shocked. He hurriedly summoned all the imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital to consult, and they gave him acupuncture and rescue efforts.
Even Xinghe thought that his master was going to die, and he was so anxious that he burst into tears.
If something happens to His Majesty...
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Ning Wujie felt a chill down his spine and an excruciating pain.
So as soon as he heard that the emperor had woken up, he hurried to the palace without even changing his clothes.
He stood in front of the hand-washing basin and thought for a while, then took off his robe, leaving only his white undershirt, and slowly walked to Wen Xing's side.
His eyes fell on the medicine bowl beside him, "Is your Majesty feeling better? Why don't you take the medicine?"
Ning Wujie picked up the medicine bowl and handed it over. Wen Xing looked at the other person's bony hand holding the medicine bowl. It was covered with red marks. The contrast of red and white was extremely glaring. The inexplicable dissatisfaction in his heart instantly dissipated.
He then raised the corners of his lips, looked at the person with a half-smile, and said, "Haven't you always disliked learning the art of serving the emperor? Why are you so proactive today?"
Ning Wujie just looked at him solemnly, "Your Majesty is ill and needs someone to serve him."
Huh?
Wen Xing suddenly realized that the stubborn guy today was very, very different.
According to this kid's temper, he shouldn't have said angrily: Your Majesty has attendants.
Or maybe he makes excuses by saying: I am just a military general, I am afraid I cannot serve you well enough?
Why are you so proactive today? He's flattered.
Wen Xing tentatively pressed the issue, "But the medicine is so bitter, I don't want to drink it."
Ning Wujie got up to get the candied fruit.
Wen Xing stopped him: "I don't want candied fruit or sugar."
Ning Wujie looked back at him in confusion, "Then what does Your Majesty want?"
Wen Xing raised his lips and hooked his finger at someone.
The neatly trimmed nails shone brightly in the light, catching Ning Wujie's eyes. He leaned over, but was suddenly grabbed by Wen Xing's collar.
With his skills, he could easily break free, but he seemed to have no ability to fight back and allowed a patient to pull him to an incredible distance.
The two of them were so close that Wen Xingwei could kiss Ning Wujie's lips just by turning his face slightly.
The boy's breathing hitched.
Wen Xing said in a very soft voice: "I want to kiss you."
He didn't know if he was some kind of pervert, but he had a bad taste in wanting to see this kid cry.
For some reason, his mind kept thinking of the last time the boy dripped a drop of liquid on his cheek.
Her red eyes were filled with a hazy moisture, even to the corners of her eyes.
It looks really good.
He thought the other party would break free as usual, and then stare at him fiercely with eyes burning with anger.
But no.
Ning Wujie's eyelashes trembled, and his lips parted slightly, almost brushing Wen Xing's lips as he spoke, "If you kiss me, Your Majesty will drink the medicine?"
Wen Xing:?
So easy to talk to?
He was confused and only said "hmm", but before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a chill on his lips.
He noticed that Ning Wujie took a deep breath the moment he kissed him, and even his breathing was trembling.
The lips felt cool at first, then hot and wet.
The man was sweeping the tip of his tongue across his lips.
Very soft and smooth.
His eyes were open, his mind blank.
Why?
Shouldn't it be like last time, just a quick glance, then turn around and quietly wipe away the tears?
Before he could react, the other party withdrew again.
Wen Xing raised his eyes and finally saw the other person's red ears and the red that spread to the corners of his eyes.
You didn't even cry?
Although it's pretty enough.
But is this scientific?
Then he saw Ning Wujie look away, as if he didn't dare to look at him, "Drink the medicine, Your Majesty."
Wen Xing felt that the lingering pain in his heart suddenly dissipated.
He curled his lips, narrowed his eyes, and made evil plans in his heart.
Since you are so easy to talk to today, I can only use my ultimate move.
As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he exerted force and suddenly pulled the man back, turning over and pressing Ning Wujie under him.
The young man lay on his back on the couch, and before he could react, Wen Xing leaned over and kissed his soft lips.
The tip of her tongue pried open her lips and teeth, and Wen Xing advanced straight in like conquering a city. She naturally hooked up the boy's hot tongue to entangle it, and then used her teeth to gently nibble and tear at his lips.
Who wants to play house like a child!
If you want a kiss, kiss me enough.
Ning Wujie's whole body froze, and he stood there motionless like a stone, allowing the tyrant king to press him down and kiss him.
His eyes were dazed and his heart was beating like a drum, almost jumping out.
The rumbling heartbeat, intertwined with the heavy breathing of the two men, and the pervasive smell of ambergris, all impacted his consciousness.
So hot, so hot.
After an unknown amount of time, the tyrant seemed to have finally kissed him enough, and he stood up, almost sitting astride him and pressing on his waist.
The tyrant looked down from above, his gem-like eyes reflecting tiny specks of light from under his slender eyelids.
Ning Wujie saw the other person stretch out those incredibly beautiful fingers, wipe the moisture from the corners of her lips, and then curl up a meaningful and satisfied smile.
He suddenly felt a heat in his lower abdomen and his expression froze.
The tyrant emperor would definitely notice if he sat astride his waist.
Thinking of this, his whole body stiffened, and he suddenly pushed Wen Xing away and decisively turned over and got off the bed.
If he were discovered, he would definitely want to kill himself.
Wen Xing fell onto the couch and saw Ning Wujie looking panic-stricken. His entire neck and even his ears were red. If he touched it, it would definitely feel hot.
He finally got what he wanted and saw the other person's crimson eyes and the misty wetness in them.
Yes, it was this humiliating look.
He picked up the medicine bowl and said jokingly, "Since Ning Qing has served you well, this medicine won't be bitter."
After he finished speaking, he drank the medicine in one gulp.
The emperor seemed very satisfied.
Ning Wujie secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one noticed anything unusual about him.
But the tyrant king became even more aggressive and waved at him, "Come and warm the bed."
Ning Wujie hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the hem of his clothes, then immediately pulled it down and said, "I haven't bathed yet."
Wen Xing remembered the bloody smell on Ning Wujie's body when he came in just now, and nodded compassionately, "Go."
The boy went out quickly.
Wen Xing sighed and leaned back on the soft pillow.
It’s really kissable.
He ran his tongue across his lips and narrowed his eyes.
Want to do it again.
In the bathroom, Ning Wujie took off his clothes and sat directly in the cold water, but the burning heat all over his body did not diminish at all.
The kiss just now lingers in my mind and cannot be shaken off.
The warm, soft touch sent electric currents through his nerves.
Ning Wujie glanced at the water, rubbed his forehead helplessly, and sighed.
Late at night in the bathroom, suppressed gasps gradually drifted out.
......
Wen Xing was getting bored waiting and was planning how to trick Ning Wujie again when he came back, but he waited for a long time and Ning Wujie didn't show up.
Finally, he fell asleep in a daze.
I don’t know how long it took, but I felt a chill behind me.
He frowned and turned his head to see Ning Wujie had changed into pajamas and was lying behind him.
Confused, he turned around and came face to face with Ning Wujie.
The boy's forehead was wet, and there were tiny water droplets on his eyelashes. There was also a layer of moisture in his eyes. The red corners of his eyes made him look pitiful against his jade-white skin.
"Why are you so cold?"
Ning Wujie's eyes moved under his half-closed eyelids and he lied, "There is no hot water in the bathroom."
Wen Xing shouted angrily: "You dog slave, what are you doing?"
He was about to call for help, but Ning Wujie suddenly covered his mouth.
Both of them were stunned.
Ning Wujie realized his presumptuous behavior and quickly pulled his hand back. He turned over and was about to get up, "I will warm the bed for Your Majesty later when I am warm enough."
Before he could stand up, he was grabbed by someone behind him.
Ning Wujie turned his head and asked, "Your Majesty?"
Wen Xing stared at the bright red stain on Ning Wujie's shoulder. The blood had seeped through his pajamas. He said with a sullen face, "Take off your clothes."
Ning Wujie:!
His pupils shrank and he stood up and took two steps back reflexively.
This faint...
He forced himself to suppress the word "tyrant". Looking at Wen Xing's pale and sick face, he couldn't curse him no matter what.
But in the end, the other party still asked him to do the job of a bed warmer.
impossible!
Even death is not an option.
He looked away, revealing the red tips of his ears and the bright red that spread all the way down to his neck.
"I don't..."
Before he could finish his words, the tyrant on the couch had already taken two steps towards him and tore open his clothes.
Ning Wujie reacted very quickly and grabbed Wen Xing's wrist with such force that Wen Xing frowned.
Wen Xing looked up and saw Ning Wujie staring at him with eyes full of vigilance.
Wen Xing was puzzled.
Why are you so fierce all of a sudden? Weren't you being so obedient when he kissed you just now?
Sometimes he really couldn't understand the way young people think.
Although he was a teenager once, he had never been so sensitive.
He sighed and his eyes fell on Ning Wujie's open collar. The bandages wrapped around him were already stained red by the blood that seeped out.
"Are you hurt?"
Ning Wujie followed his gaze and realized belatedly that he had misunderstood again.
He held his forehead and said, "The burn from the day before yesterday."
Wen Xing then remembered how Ning Wujie rode out of the fire the day before.
At that time, he was relieved just to see that everyone was safe, but now thinking back, how could anyone have escaped unscathed from such a sudden explosion?
With a gloomy face, he turned around and sat on the couch, saying coldly, "Take it all off and let me see."
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes and hesitated for a moment, but still did as he was told.
The collar of his pajamas fell to his waist, revealing the bandages wrapped around his shoulders and back.
The wrapping technique is not very professional. It can be seen at first glance that this guy took it apart and rewrapped it himself.
"You're taking a bath when you're injured?"
Wen Xing spoke with a tone of reproach.
Maybe it's because I took a shower and the wound was washed open by the water, causing it to start bleeding again.
It is better to remain silent than to be robbed.
Wen Xing shouted to the eunuch on duty outside the window, "Call Zhai Yuanqing!"
The eunuch retreated immediately.
Wen Xing called Ning Wujie over and personally untied the bandage on his shoulder.
As he moved, his eyes swept across Ning Wujie's right arm, where there was a faint mark left from the last assassination attempt.
The bandage fell off, revealing a burn on the back of the left shoulder, which started from the shoulder and spread all the way to the butterfly bone.
The bloody mess looked glaringly scarlet against the jade-colored skin, causing Wen Xing's pupils to tremble violently.
My fists clenched unconsciously.
"Where else is it hurt?"
Ning Wujie shook his head, "The horse blocked my way for a bit, that's all I'm injured."
"But the horse is dead."
When Wen Xing heard this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
In other words, if Ning Wujie had not been riding a horse at that time, he would no longer be here.
His fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound, revealing the white joints of his bones.
His tone became cold and terrifying, "Who gave Gu Chengping the gunpowder?"
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes, "Ministry of Works, Military Affairs Bureau."
Wen Xing gritted his teeth and said, "You're looking for death."
"The gunpowder depot supervisor Xue Shichang privately sold gunpowder to Gu Chengping, and the clues stopped there, and the investigation could not go any further. Those who broke into the prison were hired private soldiers and some gangsters. They did it very cleanly, and the Wang family cannot be implicated in any way."
But they all knew who had done it.
Wen Xing sneered.
He was careless. He should have thought of this day when he had a falling out with Wang in public that day.
If you want to overturn the table, you have to pay the price.
But the price was Ning Wujie.
Wen Xing closed his eyes deeply.
The Wang family of Luohe did not point the finger at him directly because they still needed him as the emperor.
Oh.
No evidence, right? Wait.
Zhai Yuanqing was led into the house by the eunuch.
Seeing Ning Wujie sitting naked on the couch with the emperor, he paused, thinking he had come at the wrong time. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the emperor say, "Come and take a look at his injuries."
"Hey." Zhai Yuanqing walked over with his eyes lowered, as if he was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see.
He knew that ever since His Majesty got the little beauty, he would never have a good night's sleep again.
It is inevitable to be called to deal with bed affairs from time to time.
Only when he got closer did he see that the emperor's clothes were neatly arranged and the beauty had only taken off her top. He breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the next moment, he saw the wound on Ning Wujie's shoulder, and his forehead twitched. He looked at his emperor with complicated eyes.
He sighed and said meaningfully, "Your Majesty, Lord Ning has a burn. The bandage is wrapped in medicine and cannot be removed, let alone exposed to water."
"If it really...really can't be avoided, don't clean it yourself, just ask me to handle it."
Wen Xing conveyed these words to Ning Wujie with his eyes, and the latter silently looked away.
Zhai Yuanqing shed tears of sympathy for Ning Wujie in his heart.
It's pitiful to have such a Majesty who doesn't know how to handle things properly in bed.
Then he heard His Majesty say, "Your hand is injured too. Take a look."
Zhai Yuanqing: ...
Seeing Ning Wujie's troubled right hand, the imperial physician wanted to curse.
This time, there was some resentment in his eyes when he looked at the emperor.
No matter how strong a general is, he cannot withstand such torture!
If he was still a little angry when Ning Wujie scared him away last time, he now completely understood.
No one would be in a good mood if they had such a rude partner.
Zhai Yuanqing hesitated to speak, but finally, unable to bear it any longer, he advised the emperor: "Your Majesty has just woken up. For the sake of your health, you should rest more. Some things will inevitably harm your body if you do them too much."
Wen Xing:?
What things?
But his mind was completely focused on Ning Wujie's injury at the moment, so he just thought that the imperial physician wanted him to rest more and didn't think too much about it.
He stared at Ning Wujie's wound and asked, "Will it leave a scar?"
Zhai Yuanqing thought to himself that if you don't bother them too much, they won't get it.
But he still said in a gentle voice: "I'm using wound medicine now. After the wound heals, I'll carefully use the scar removal medicine I prepared, and there will be no scar."
Wen Xing's brows relaxed.
Watching Zhai Yuanqing silently cleaning Ning Wujie's wound and applying medicine.
You can hear a pin drop in the quiet bedroom.
After the imperial physician left, Ning Wujie put on his clothes, stepped onto the bed and got into the quilt.
The body of the person next to him was already warm at this moment. Wen Xing's brows relaxed and he closed his eyes comfortably.
But he thought to himself, wait, he will not swallow this anger in vain.
So he thought for a moment and said, "Pick a few generals you trust, and then select some good ones from this year's new candidates and make a list for me. If you are undecided, you can ask the Grand Tutor."
"Some people need to move."
Ning Wujie glanced sideways at Wen Xing.
He could almost guess what Wen Xing wanted to do, but since when did this foolish monarch start to take the initiative to care about government affairs?
He hummed softly.
Wen Xing didn't say anything else. He soon felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.
Hearing the even breathing of the person beside him, Ning Wujie turned over and lay on his side. He raised his eyes and saw Wen Xing's profile, a delicate outline outlined by the dim candlelight.
An idea came to his mind, and he reached out to grab Wen Xing's soft waist, gently hugged her into his arms, and then buried his head in the other's neck.
The fragrance of ambergris is so rich that it silently penetrates into the nostrils.
He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to swallow all the fragrance into his stomach, and finally closed his eyes in satisfaction.
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