Chapter 30 Chapter 30 I just want to 'stick to you'...
Wang Jiang only felt that the chill behind him was even colder, as if it was going to freeze his bones into ice!
He could guess without looking back that the arrow in Ning Wujie's hand was about to be released.
He subconsciously tightened his buttocks and covered them more tightly with his folded hands.
A voice carrying a chilling chill came from behind him: "Master Wang, think carefully before answering."
Wang Jiang: ...
The emperor in front of him looked at him with a half-teasing, half-scrutinizing gaze.
The gazes from the front and back made him feel creepy.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty does not have such unreasonable thoughts."
"No?" Wen Xing looked at him suspiciously. "You came to see me today just to let me show you the test questions?"
"Then you didn't leave after asking the questions, but stayed to play games with me and peeled oranges for me..."
Wang Jiang felt that with every word the emperor said, the chill behind him grew three points colder, and he couldn't help but shiver even more violently.
"Just now you said you wanted to learn massage from Li Dequan..."
A sharp edge was already against his buttocks.
"minister!"
Wang Jiang trembled, closed his eyes nervously and said, "I just... I just want to fulfill my duty as a minister..."
As the attack became more powerful, Wang Jiang could already feel a sharp sense of oppression.
His voice suddenly changed, "No other intention!"
Wen Xing looked at Wang Jiang's terrified expression and wondered, "Why is he so nervous? Is he really that scary?"
He laughed a little, "If you're this scared, how can you complete the task assigned to you by the Queen Mother?"
Wang Jiang was stunned. "Your Majesty...how, how did you know?"
Ning Wujie narrowed his eyes.
Wen Xingliang asked, "Do I even need to think about this?"
He glanced over sharply as he spoke, "Your last name is Wang."
Wang Jiang was met with the emperor's cold stare and dared not hide it any longer. He hurriedly said, "The Empress Dowager said that Your Majesty's move to Tangquan Palace is the best opportunity. The important ministers who have won Your Majesty's favor can go with Your Majesty..."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Jiang felt that his buttocks must have been cut open. Tears welled up in his eyes and he sobbed and hurriedly explained: "But! But I really don't have that kind of thoughts, I don't understand..."
"I don't know how to divide, divide, divide the favors."
Ning Wujie's eyebrows twitched.
"I was forced to do this, Your Majesty, please understand!"
Wang Jiang felt very aggrieved.
The Queen Mother is threatening him, the Emperor sees through him, and there is an evil spirit waiting to take his life at any time.
He is so miserable!
"Besides, I also know." He sniffed, "I can never compare to the status that Lord Ning holds in Your Majesty's heart."
After saying this, Wang Jiang realized that his butt didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.
He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up as he reacted and continued, "Your Majesty loves Lord Ning, and everyone knows it. I, your Majesty, cannot compare to Lord Ning in terms of talent, learning, or appearance!"
The sharp pressure faded away, leaving only the stinging pain of the skin being cut.
Wang Jiang blinked, turned his head slightly, and looked at Ning Wujie cautiously, and saw that the other party still had no expression on his face, but the sleeve arrow had been withdrawn, but it still threatened him from a distance.
Wen Xing leaned lazily against the edge of the pool, holding his chin with one hand, and said with a curled lip: "Oh? It turns out that Ning Qing is so perfect that all you competitors feel inferior to him." He said this to Wang Jiang, but his eyes were on Ning Wujie's face.
Receiving Wen Xingru's real and naked gaze, Ning Wujie had the illusion that he was being licked by the other party's eyes.
Junxiu's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and Ning Wujie turned away his eyes.
I cursed the emperor in my heart.
Wang Jiang steeled his resolve and said, "Your Majesty, I came here to obey the Empress Dowager's order. I have no other choice, but I truly have no intention of overstepping the bounds of propriety."
"Okay." Wen Xing raised his hand to stop him: "I know."
Wang Jiang paused, "Your Majesty knows?"
Then I heard Xing sneer: "With your acting skills, how can you seduce me? If you don't have that intention, don't make it difficult for yourself. It's uncomfortable to watch."
Wang Jiang: ...
I was humiliated.
"You don't look like Ning Qing." Wen Xing said, looking at Ning Wujie again, "You have a face that can captivate everyone. Even if you do nothing, it's enough to seduce me and scratch my heart."
Ning Wujie: ...
This tyrant is so outspoken!
To avoid the burning gaze, he turned his face slightly to reveal the red tips of his ears.
Wen Xing looked at the man and smiled.
The emperor's gaze was so noticeable that even Wang Jiang couldn't ignore it. She curiously followed Wen Xing's gaze to look at Ning Wujie.
Then he saw Ning Wujie's expression of shame, anger and hatred, and Wang Jiang was stunned.
These two people...
He took a long time to react, and suddenly his face fell.
Were these two flirting with each other right in front of him?!
The emperor continued to tease the beauty while responding to his words.
Wang Jiang really wanted to curse the emperor as a tyrant, but he didn't have the courage to do so.
The foolish emperor then said, "I know you can't persuade the Queen Mother. You can still go back to her and report back, and tell her that I am very satisfied with you."
Wang Jiang was stunned. "Your Majesty means..."
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes at him and said, "If you fail to complete the task, it will be difficult to explain to the Queen Mother, right? I can help you."
"Just tell me, I'm a tyrant who's always tempted by beauty. I won't miss this young man who's been delivered to my door."
Hearing the words "lusty" again, Ning Wujie frowned and looked at Wen Xing. It was hard for him to believe that this foolish emperor didn't say it to him on purpose.
Wang Jiang's brain turned several times before he understood what "fresh meat" meant. He couldn't help but blush: "But..."
"I can still give you the responsibility of mathematics," Wen Xing said, his eyes warning, "but from today on, you must remember who you belong to."
Wang Jiang's pupils trembled, and after understanding, he nodded repeatedly, "I will definitely fulfill my mission!"
The cold light behind him finally disappeared, and Wang Jiang let out a long breath.
Wen Xing nodded, waved his hand and said, "You can go."
Wang Jiang felt as if he had been pardoned, and he rushed out of the door crawling.
Looking at Wang Jiang's hurriedly fleeing figure, Wen Xing frowned with some worry.
"You're so timid, you won't reveal yourself to the Queen Mother, right?"
Ning Wujie glanced at him and said insincerely, "If Your Majesty is worried, why not make the fake play real? If he really favors Wang Jiang, there's no need to worry about him being exposed to the Queen Mother."
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes, "Ning Qing, do you hope that I will favor him?"
Ning Wujie looked at him straight, his dark eyes hiding unknown emotions.
He just said coldly: "Who your Majesty wants to favor is none of my business."
Wen Xing sneered, "How can it be unrelated? Ning Qing naturally hopes that I will favor someone else, so you expect me to let you go, right?"
Ning Wujie clenched his fists secretly when he heard this.
He should have thought so.
But......
The thought of someone else getting on the throne of this tyrant emperor made him furious. He almost killed the man surnamed Wang just now.
Seeing the anger in his eyes, Wen Xing became even more certain that this kid was really trying his best to stay away from him.
The evil villain in my heart became even more excited. He said jokingly: "But I just want to 'haunt you'."
Ning Wujie frowned and looked at the tyrant emperor.
Why didn't this tyrant remember what he should have remembered, but remembered every word of his drunken words so clearly?
Every now and then, I'd find an opportunity to bring it up to annoy him.
This person is so hateful that he hates him to the core.
"What should I do? Ning Qing is destined to be unable to escape before I get tired of playing with her."
Tired of playing with him? Treating him as a plaything?
There was anger burning in Ning Wujie's eyes, and his fists were clenched tightly.
Wen Xing saw that his eyes were burning red, and his delicate Adam's apple was like a small mountain under the collar of his white inner garment, rolling slightly, as if trying to suppress something.
Wen Xing was in high spirits when teasing her, thinking that it would be fun to hold this angry little mountain in his palm and play with it.
He hooked his finger at Ning Wujie, "Come here."
Ning Wujie stared at him fiercely but did not respond.
Wen Xing threatened quietly, "If you disobey my order, I will kill you now and replace you with Wang Qing."
Ning Wujie's clenched fists made a creaking sound.
He was not afraid of death, but when he thought that someone else would immediately ascend to the throne of this tyrant emperor after his death, he wished he could kill all those people.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his growing anger, and finally, reluctantly, walked to the edge of the pool.
Wen Xing: "Kneel down."
Ning Wujie stared coldly at the tyrant king in the pool, hesitated for a while, and finally knelt on one knee as he was told.
He rested one hand on his knee and supported the other on the edge of the pool. He looked down at the tyrant emperor and said coldly, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
Wen Xing looked up at him, half of his shoulders and back were exposed above the water, and water droplets left traces along his muscles and skin, outlining traces of silver edges.
It's so white that it's blinding.
The tyrant stretched out his slender arm, wrapped it around his neck, and suddenly pushed him forward, putting his lips to his ear and lowering his voice: "I want you to come down."
The warm breath brushed across the sensitive skin on the side of my neck, and a trembling itch shot straight to the tip of my heart.
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled, and the anger in his heart was instantly extinguished by this seductive voice.
He hastily turned his eyes away from the dazzlingly white skin and choked, "Your Majesty still has official business..."
However, before he could finish his words, he was caught off guard and was suddenly pulled by the back of his neck.
“Crash—”
Ning Wujie was dragged into the water by the tyrant king in a hugging posture.
"Ugh—cough—!"
Ning Wujie jumped up, wiped the water off his face, coughed a few times, and then gasped for breath.
He was soaked from head to toe, and when he opened his eyes, the pool water dripped down his eyelashes, blurring his vision.
This tyrant actually used the weight of his own body to pull him.
He frowned and scolded, "Your Majesty!"
Seeing his miserable appearance, soaked all over, Wen Xing laughed so hard that he doubled over.
"Aren't you a military commander? How come you don't even have this little bit of defense?"
Ning Wujie looked at him speechlessly.
It's not that I'm defenseless, but...
Ning Wujie closed his eyes, thinking that he had really been led astray by this foolish emperor.
She actually used such a despicable method to divert his attention, and he actually fell for it.
Wen Xing laughed for a long time before he stood up and looked at people.
Even Ning Wujie's hair was soaked, her ponytail hanging straight and neatly down her waist. The loose strands of hair on her forehead were soaked, sticking to her cheeks. Her heroic eyebrows were knitted together, and her eyelashes were shimmering with tiny water droplets.
"Ning Qing, your clothes are all wet. Come, I'll help you take them off." Wen Xing said as he started to pull Ning Wujie's clothes.
Ning Wujie knew that he had ill intentions, so he pressed down his rebellious right hand and said coldly, "Your Majesty, I really don't have time to accompany you..."
However, while he was speaking, the tyrant suddenly grabbed his neck with his other hand and stopped him from speaking.
Ning Wujie's pupils contracted, and he suddenly felt the tyrant's fingertips gently sweeping across his Adam's apple, bringing waves of tingling and numbness.
He swallowed involuntarily, "Your Majesty..."
The pointed cartilage thorns on the tip of the thumb rolled up and down from time to time as if trying to escape from the clamp. As the cartilage slid, an inexplicable itch kept rushing to the tip of my heart.
Wen Xing raised his lips, his eyes cunning as if he had obtained a new toy.
"I command you to take off your clothes."
"Otherwise..." Wen Xing thought for a moment and threatened without any deterrent effect: "I will crush your Adam's apple."
Ning Wujie: ...
Although he was speechless, he still did it.
Maybe he was afraid that the tyrant would say something even more stupid to threaten him.
The yee was soaked in water and was very heavy.
Ning Wujie took off his outer clothes, boots and trousers and threw them on the shore, leaving only a clean white undershirt.
Wen Xing didn't expect Ning Wujie to suddenly be so easy to talk to.
He himself knew that such a threat was meaningless to Ning Wujie. He was just making up an excuse and hadn't used his real move yet.
So he went a step further and pulled the man's belt, causing the collar of his shirt to fall apart, revealing his narrow waist which was half-hidden.
Because there is no excess body fat, the waist looks particularly narrow against the backdrop of broad shoulders, as if it can be held in one hand, forming a sharp contrast with the solid and broad chest.
Wen Xing's eyes dimmed.
It looks delicious.
Recalling his last experience, he licked his canine teeth with a taste of the sweetness, and took a few steps forward to force the man back to the edge of the pool.
The water in the pool made a splashing sound as the two of them walked.
Ning Wujie was forced into a corner. Seeing Wen Xing's evil eyes, he felt danger and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, today..."
"Hmm..."
His lips were sealed.
Wen Xing bit his lips and wouldn't let go, continuing to press forward.
The trembling feeling brought by the entanglement of lips and tongues hit the brain in waves, forcing Wen Xing to kiss more fiercely.
I didn't expect that I would be so addicted to this boy's lips.
It feels so good to kiss, Wen Xing thought.
Maybe he really is lustful.
Under the teasing of the soft and warm lips and tongue, a string in Ning Wujie's mind suddenly broke.
He suddenly turned over and pressed the man to the edge of the pool, holding Wen Xing's neck with one hand and the other hand around his waist.
He felt as if something heavy was pulling his consciousness downwards. He struggled hard but still sank involuntarily.
This is obviously wrong.
But the panting breath that escaped from between his lips and teeth was like a burning fire, burning his consciousness into chaos. He instinctively asked for more saliva from the other person's mouth, trying to extinguish the raging fire in his body.
The result was that the fire only grew stronger.
During the kiss, Wen Xing's fingertips slid down from his neck. When they swept across his lower abdomen, the boy's extremely sensitive body trembled.
Wen Xing curled her lips slightly, her fingertips fell on the belt, and with a light hook, the belt loosened and slid off.
Realizing that the tyrant was going to use the same trick again, Ning Wujie took a breath and suddenly opened his eyes wide.
“You…don’t…”
However, the sound that escaped was completely blocked by Wen Xing's lips.
"Shut up." Wen Xing ordered vaguely: "If you disobey me again... I will kill you..."
The suppressed and trembling gasps were entangled and shattered by the constant sound of water, spreading over the empty hot spring pool.
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