Chapter 27 Chapter 27 I hated this tyrant to the core.
Wang Jiang knelt in fear, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!"
"But I am only a small editor, and I am afraid I am not up to the task of presiding over the imperial examinations."
Wen Xing waved his sleeves and said, "I said you can bear it, so you can bear it."
Ning Wujie's fists were already clenched with white joints.
The tyrant emperor had just said the same words to him, and within just a few days, he turned around and told them to someone else!
Wang Jiang could hardly believe his ears. Did His Majesty trust him so much?
He was deeply moved, his voice trembling, "I will never let the emperor down!"
Wen Xing stood up and smiled smugly, "I never ask about a person's origins when I employ him. It doesn't matter their surname or name. As long as they are loyal to the emperor, they will be given important positions."
The officials present understood the meaning of these words.
This is using Wang Jiang as an example.
Even if your surname is Wang, as long as you show your loyalty, you can be in charge of the imperial examinations.
That is the handle of literature! All the scholars in the world depend on it!
Wang Fuwei's armor pinched the carved golden phoenix head tightly. This move was like cutting off the source of the plan to abolish the court!
Although Wang's followers accounted for more than half of the party, most of them were just going with the flow.
The rule of survival in the court has always been to attach yourself to whoever has more power.
The reason they were willing to stop the court this time was mainly because they were already considered to be part of the Wang family. Rather than being purged, they would rather rise up in resistance and still be under the protection of the Wang family.
But Wen Xing's move was to tell these fence-sitters that he could even use someone with the surname Wang, let alone others.
Once they realize that turning back is the right path, they can get away with it. Who would be willing to take the risk of losing their official position?
First they threatened him with a three-day deadline, and then they set him up as an example to lure him into submission.
With just a few words, the situation of this civilian coup was completely broken!
What a great emperor!
Wang Fuwei wished she could bite her back teeth to pieces.
However, on second thought, she felt somewhat comforted.
At least Wang Jiang has caught the emperor's eye. Regardless of whether he truly trusts her or not, the power to evaluate documents is more important than military power!
The chief minister of the previous dynasty was in charge of the imperial examinations, and all the selected Jinshi candidates took him as their teacher, and he was in charge of half of the court.
Today, the Grand Tutor is also in charge of the imperial examinations. If this old man had not had any intention of usurping power, I'm afraid that the Wang family would have no place in the court now.
Thinking of this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was their people who were chosen.
Even though it was just a small calculation, it didn't matter. She hadn't lost this round.
Wen Xing announced the adjournment of the court. After walking down the stairs, he turned back to look at the woman behind the curtain and said coldly, "Taizu's ancestral precepts state that the harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs. I have been personally ruling the country for many years. I ask that my mother not appear in the court without permission again."
Wang Fuwei's pupils shrank, and before she could open her mouth, she saw that the emperor didn't give her a chance at all. He turned and left without even looking back, and ordered: "The phoenix chair has not been used for many years. Send it to the Queen Mother's palace."
"emperor!"
Wen Xing turned a deaf ear to Wang Fuwei's angry voice, and a green shadow disappeared outside the palace gate.
The court officials left one after another.
Only Wang Jiang was still kneeling in the hall, feeling a sense of sacred mission.
Mathematics.
He can actually preside over the mathematics subject!
However, compared to your Majesty's, his math level is like a firefly compared to the moon. He must prepare well and ask your Majesty for more advice!
He was still encouraging himself and didn't notice that behind him, a pair of eyes as if they were real were staring at him.
If that gaze could turn into a blade, he would have been torn into pieces by now.
Ning Wujie stared at the man for a long time, pretending to cut him with his eyes thousands of times, before he finally forced himself to suppress the nameless anger in his heart.
He was not unaware of Wen Xing's intentions.
But he just couldn't control it.
Besides, who can be sure that the tyrant is just using this person to set an example?
What if, we can kill two birds with one stone, getting the person and winning the game at the same time?
Just like him, I used him as a knife and also...
Thinking of this, Ning Wujie's teeth made a clattering sound, and he finally walked out of the door with a gloomy face.
*
Returning to the bedroom, Wen Xing threw himself directly onto the bed.
Going to court was really tiring. His battery was completely exhausted and he urgently needed to recharge. Not long after, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Half asleep and half awake, he noticed someone lifting the quilt. At first he felt a chill, and then a warm breath came over him, like the warm sun melting the winter.
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes comfortably.
Then he noticed that the man behind him had put his arms around his waist and was holding him.
The boy's warm body pressed against his lower back.
Wen Xing:?
This stubborn guy took the initiative to hug him?
He turned his head and saw Ning Wujie with his eyes closed. When he noticed his gaze, his eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Your Majesty, are you awake?"
Wen Xing blinked.
What happened again?
Normally, this stubborn guy warms his bed. He is just a simple and obedient human-shaped warm baby.
He even kept moving towards the edge to avoid her. He subconsciously moved closer to the heat source in his sleep.
Why is it the other way around today?
Although he didn't understand it, he still found it quite useful as it saved him from having to chase after the hot pack.
So he just made a "hmm" sound and turned his head back to sleep.
Then he heard Ning Wujie begin to speak again: "Your Majesty, the addition of the mathematics examination is to support the new nobles and counter the royal party."
Wen Xingxin said, isn't this nonsense?
With this kid's intelligence, how could he not see that? Why was he making small talk with him?
"But Wang Jiang is from the Wang family. Does Your Majesty trust him so much?"
Wen Xing said without hesitation, "On paper, I'm going to use him, but I'm thinking of letting the Grand Tutor oversee the mathematics exams. The Grand Tutor is still the chief official in charge of the imperial examinations. If you're still worried, have the Supervisory Office keep an eye on that guy named Wang."
Wang Jiang is just a model, for those who are on the fence to see, there is no need to give him too much real power.
He had his back to Ning Wujie, so he didn't see the person behind him raise his lips slightly after hearing this.
He thought the conversation was over and was about to close his eyes when he heard someone behind him say, "Then, Your Majesty, what do you think of Wang Jiang?"
Wen Xing recalled that although he had only met Wang Jiang twice, he felt that Wang Jiang's performance was quite sincere and he did not seem like a scheming person.
The scholar has ambition and the child is loyal.
So he said frankly: "Not bad."
The arm around his waist tightened.
"And knowing that he is in charge of the imperial examination, the Wang family will definitely try to win him over. Then we will see how he performs."
"If he can withstand the test, then it's not a bad idea to honor him."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a little breathless.
He frowned and looked down at the quilt, where his waist was tightly hugged, "Ning Wu..."
He was suddenly turned over, and the next moment, the boy was pressing on him, with his arms pinned to the sides of his head, forming a small cage.
"What do you want to do?"
Ning Wujie's eyes were red, filled with resentment and anger.
Wen Xing was becoming more and more confused.
Why is he so popular now without doing anything?
Ning Wujie stared at the man, hating the tyrant to the core.
His voice became gloomy, "Your Majesty, how do you want to promote him?"
Lift it onto the bed too?
Wen Xing frowned. Just for this?
"I haven't made up my mind yet, let's take it one step at a time."
He never thinks about such far-reaching things. It's all for show anyway. Does it matter?
Take one step at a time and see what happens.
Ning Wujie recalled how he was tricked step by step into the dragon bed by this tyrant emperor.
If a tyrant emperor is lustful, does he still need a plan?
His chest was heaving, and a hint of red had burned from the sockets of his eyes to the corners of his eyes. He stared at the person, gritted his teeth in hatred, and suddenly lowered his head and bit the irritating pair of lips.
Wen Xing who was bitten:?
"Ning... um... Jue..." His lips were bitten, and he could only make a vague sound, "You... are... wanton."
However, the boy ignored him and just bit his lips, biting them in anger.
The bite made Wen Xing frown.
Is he a dog? The bite hurt him so much.
But Ning Wujie was so strong that he couldn't break free at all.
So Wen Xing decided to change his strategy and turn pain into enjoyment.
Anyway, it is impossible to make a tyrant feel uncomfortable.
He raised his arm and put it around the back of Ning Wujie's neck, pushing him down.
Their lips were pressed tightly together, and even their teeth collided with each other, leaving Ning Wujie's unruly lips and teeth no room to make trouble.
Then he deftly inserted the tip of his tongue into the other's lips.
Their soft tongues entangled with each other, and their warm and heavy breaths intertwined.
The young man on his body stiffened.
Realizing that the force holding him had loosened, Wen Xing took advantage of the opportunity, swiftly rolled over and pressed Ning Wujie under him, deepening the kiss in a dominant position.
Ning Wujie's chest was heaving violently, and the touch from the tip of his tongue caused waves of numbing electricity to drill straight into his heart, stimulating his heart to beat wildly and making him breathe uncontrollably and tremblingly.
It feels so good to kiss, Wen Xing thought.
Why is a man so kissable? Is it scientific?
The person under him did not push him away like last time, so he began to kiss her more and more aggressively.
Their breaths intertwined, and a silver thread slipped from between their lips.
A pair of hands went around his back, pressing the back of his neck while hugging his waist, completely controlling him in his arms.
Even though he was the one who was kissing the guy, he still had the illusion that he was being suppressed by this guy.
I don’t know how long it took, until Wen Xing felt that he was almost out of breath, he finally raised his head and took a long breath.
When he lowered his eyes to look again, he saw that the boy's eyes were out of focus, with a thin layer of moisture in them. The blush reached the corners of his eyes and spread all the way to his cheeks and ears.
Wen Xing was stunned for a moment by the beautiful scenery.
He had the illusion that he had bullied a good boy too harshly.
It was obviously just a kiss.
He didn't even dare to think about what would happen if he really bullied someone badly?
That would be so beautiful.
The other person's scattered dark eyes focused again, reflecting the fragmented light of the night lights.
Wen Xing stood up while admiring it. As soon as he sat up straight, he was bumped by something and frowned slightly.
Could this kid be sleeping with weapons?
Thinking of this, he subconsciously reached out to grab it.
After a moment, his expression froze.
Ning Wujie's face suddenly turned dark.
The air was quiet for a few breaths.
Wen Xing: ...
This, this specification...is this reasonable?
Men's self-esteem suffered a huge blow at this moment.
He tried to look in disbelief, but suddenly Ning Wujie stretched out a hand and pinched his jaw to prevent him from lowering his head.
He saw Ning Wujie's face as if struck by lightning, and the tips of his ears that were red enough to drip blood.
The dark face and crimson eyes, two contradictory sides of the same coin appeared on this person at the same time.
Wen Xing raised an eyebrow.
This guy...
Could it be that he kissed her like this?
Is that why you are so angry?
Realizing this, Wen Xing's eyes lit up.
The knuckles tightened a little more.
Ning Wujie's pupils shrank drastically, his eyes darkened, and he said in a rough voice, "Let go."
Wen Xing was quite amused. He held down Ning Wujie's hand that was pinching his jaw and said, "Let it go first."
Ning Wujie loosened his fingertips, and Wen Xing suddenly shook off the shackles on his jaw, but the other hand that was controlling him became even more powerful.
Ning Wujie took a breath, and his already dark eyes were filled with a layer of mist.
"you......"
Looking at Ning Wujie's almost dazed eyes, Wen Xing curled his lips and said, "What's wrong with me?"
As he spoke, he leaned over and blew a breath on the skin of the other's neck, which had already been tense. "I didn't say I would let you go if you let me go."
Fine and dense electric currents impacted Ning Wujie's brain. His eyes were dimmed, his voice trembled, and he said in a suppressed voice: "You have no..."
The word shameless almost came out of his mouth.
"Don't be shy." Wen Xingyang smiled, "This is normal."
He hadn't expected that he was such a good kisser.
He is still young and full of vigor.
He teased her and whispered wickedly in the boy's ear, "Do you want me to help you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xing felt his palm throbbing and he almost lost control of it.
Wen Xing: ...
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled violently. Stimulated by these words, his scattered gaze focused again, and he suddenly jumped back and jumped off the bed.
Wen Xing's palm fell empty.
He raised his eyebrows, leaned back on his right arm, and leaned against the soft pillow. He looked at the boy's red neck and the blush that spread from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, and smiled with great satisfaction: "Why are you so shy? I won't laugh at you."
"I can't wait to like Ning Qing."
Ning Wujie clenched his loose belt, wishing he could drag this tyrant into a hurdle and kill himself.
He gritted his teeth, finally swallowed the curse back into his stomach, turned around and ran out angrily.
Seeing the young man's fleeing figure, Wen Xing put his palm to his lips and made a loudspeaker gesture, "You really don't need help?"
"Bang--"
The palace door was closed.
Wen Xing was left alone sitting on the couch, with a sly smile on his face.
*
Not long after the officials adjourned the court, the matter was forgotten as officials from various departments returned to their posts one after another.
Even many officials were envious when they heard that Wang Jiang was promised the position of chief official in the imperial examinations, and regretted that they had not learned from him to express their loyalty passionately.
A bright future was missed.
What a pity!
Others were ruthlessly dismissed from their official positions because the three-day deadline had already passed when they returned, and they were extremely upset.
Although the crisis of the boycott of the government has passed, there are still many vacancies in the six ministries, including the officials who were dismissed in the National Treasury case a month ago, and a large number of additions are needed.
So Ning Wujie simply moved his official business back to the imperial study, so that he could discuss with the Grand Tutor and select candidate officials.
In the imperial study.
Ning Wujie and Fang Bingyuan were busy at the desks on either side, and the desks were piled with documents.
"Lord Ning." Fang Bingyuan put down the last stroke, stood up and walked over, handing a prepared list to Ning Wujie.
"These are all students I personally trained. Perhaps they can be of some help to Your Majesty."
Ning Wujie stood up and respectfully took the list and looked through it.
Fang Bingyuan said with some emotion, "The Wang family is powerful and deeply rooted, occupying half of the court. I am concerned that Your Majesty is still not fully grown, so I have always advised Your Majesty to be cautious in what you say and do."
"I just didn't expect that after the Emperor's change of temperament, he would act so decisively. This time, all the officials went on strike and the court was suspended. Just a few words broke the situation."
The old man's tone was quite cheerful. He pinched his long beard and said self-deprecatingly, "To be honest, I have assisted Your Majesty for many years. Not only have I failed to help Your Majesty remove the constraints, but I have also been controlled by others in every way."
Ning Wujie raised his eyes and saw the old man's figure slightly hunched in the sunlight. He said, "Master Taifu is a veteran of three dynasties and a high-ranking official entrusted with the care of the young emperor. He has seen the perils of the officialdom and his thoughts and concerns are certainly more thorough than those of ordinary people. Don't worry about it."
The Grand Tutor shook his head and said, "A month ago, Lord Ning cracked the case of embezzlement of national treasury. Only then did I realize that our dynasty had been eroded to this extent."
When he said this, he let out a long sigh.
"It's all my fault that I've only cared about my own reputation for so many years. Otherwise, if I had recruited students and former officials earlier, I wouldn't have let the Wang family control the court."
He turned to look at Ning Wujie and said sincerely, "Now I have figured it out. Lord Ning is a young military commander and doesn't care about the reputation of using his beauty to please others..."
Ning Wujie's forehead twitched.
"I'm an old man with one foot in the grave. Why should I care about 'forming a clique for personal gain'?"
"Lord Ning is a man of great generosity. He would rather bear the infamy than not help His Majesty..."
Ning Wujie rubbed his forehead, thinking bitterly that it was clearly the tyrant emperor who refused to let him go.
"I should learn from Lord Ning." The old man said as he bowed to Ning Wujie.
Ning Wujie looked at the old man, helped him up with a wooden face, and said dryly, "Grandmaster, you are too kind."
At this moment, a man in a green official robe appeared outside the imperial study, "Master Taifu, Master Ning."
The visitor bowed and said, "The Grand Tutor is the chief official of the imperial examinations. I have just drafted the rules for the imperial examinations and would like to ask for your advice."
When Ning Wujie saw Wang Jiang’s sudden visit, his expression suddenly darkened.
He ignored the visitor and returned to his desk, picking up his pen to continue writing on the question book.
Wang Jiang saw Ning Wujie's face, which was as cold as a glacier, and his movements of saluting became stiff, as if he was frozen.
Well...scary.
Have I offended him?
Fang Bingyuan graciously welcomed him in, "Thank you for your courtesy, Lord Wang."
Wang Jiang was secretly frightened, but he still forced himself to remain calm and walked forward, handing the regulations to Fang Bingyuan. "I thought the Imperial Study was a confidential place, but I didn't expect that I would be able to enter after becoming the Chief of the Department of Mathematics."
He didn't notice that after he said this, Ning Wujie's expression darkened even more.
He surveyed the furnishings of the imperial study, as if he were proud of them, and asked curiously, "Is Your Majesty coming?"
He also wanted to ask Your Majesty for advice on a few test questions.
Before Fang Bingyuan could reply, Ning Wujie, who had been ignoring him, spoke coldly, "Your Majesty never comes to the Imperial Study."
He paused as he spoke, looking at Wang Jiang, his voice icy, "His Majesty becomes ill when he sees government affairs, so he never comes here. Don't you even know this?"
Wang Jiang's face froze, and he said with shame, "I have indeed heard of your Majesty's illness, but I did not expect it to be so serious. I am indeed ignorant."
Ning Wujie ignored him and continued working.
Wang Jiang then asked Fang Bingyuan for advice on the rules.
For a moment, the only sounds in the imperial study were the two people's discussions.
However, not long after, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Your Majesty has arrived!"
Ning Wujie paused in his movement of picking up the pen and looked out the door in almost shock.
Then the emperor appeared at the door of the palace in a moon-white robe.
All three of them were stunned.
Wen Xing glanced at Ning Wujie, then walked towards the main seat with a smile and sat down. Suddenly, he noticed another person in the room and asked curiously, "It's so lively today! I thought only Ning Qing and the Grand Tutor were here. Why are you here too?"
Wang Jiang was delighted by the emperor's appearance and bowed, saying, "I have just written a few math exam questions and would like to ask for your guidance, Your Majesty."
Wen Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "Show it up."
Looking at the tyrant who greeted Wang Jiang as soon as he appeared, Ning Wujie's eyes suddenly turned cold.
It turned out that it was not that he was unwilling to come to the Imperial Study, but that there was no one he wanted to see here.
Oh, what a tyrant.
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Author's Note: Stupid King (sniff sniff): Huh? So sour? Where does that vinegar smell come from?
5j:......
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