Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Your Majesty, do you still want to play?
Wen Xing's days in Tangquan Palace were too comfortable.
The bedroom where he lived was always warm because it was close to the hot spring geothermal energy. So Ning Wujie had an excuse as if he had been pardoned, and he stopped being his warm baby at night. Instead, he stayed busy in the Qinzheng Hall.
He felt that it was because he had caught people and had sex with them twice that the old-fashioned little guy's values were shattered, and he looked down on him like a jackal, a wolf or a tiger.
He sneered at the thought.
It's not a big deal. It's just something that all men do, except that two people do it together. How can it be so embarrassing?
He still felt that he was not extravagant enough, and that sooner or later he would have to drag this old-fashioned bottom line into the ditch.
Then he can...
Thinking of this, a dangerous light flashed in his jewel-like eyes.
Before we knew it, spring had arrived.
The warm sunshine of early spring melted the first snow. At this moment, he was lazily sitting on the high stand of Wangxin Pavilion by the lake, watching the two teams playing Cuju on the field.
Perhaps it was because this was a temporary palace, originally used for entertainment, so there were many more entertainment venues than in the palace.
He has something different to do every day and really regrets not moving in earlier.
Xinghe's hair was tied with two blue hairbands, which fluttered in the wind as she ran.
He dodged two people in the blink of an eye, and with a sideways kick, the ball "whoosh" fell into the narrow ball room.
Then there was a clang, and the player shouted, "Blue wins two chips!"
Xinghe excitedly shouted to Wen Xing on the high seat, "Master! I won again!"
Wen Xing smiled and waved his sleeves, "Winners will be rewarded!"
When the blue team heard this, they all cheered.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!"
The scene was bustling with activity.
Wen Xing was in a good mood and waved to Xinghe: "Come here and take a rest."
Xinghe ran over excitedly, picked up the cakes on his table and stuffed them into his mouth, stuffing his cheeks until they were bulging. He mumbled, "Boiled paper, Xi Palace is so fun, um, can we eat it or not~"
Wen Xing knocked him on the forehead and said, "Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping."
Xinghe swallowed hard, took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and said, "Can we not go back to the palace?"
Wen Xing leaned back and lay down in the recliner with heavy cushions. The warm morning sun passed over the eaves of the pavilion and illuminated half of his black hair.
He said comfortably, "Okay."
"Great! I want to win another round!"
After saying that, Xinghe jumped back into the field and started bullying the weak opponent.
Wen Xing was just resting his eyes in peace when he suddenly heard a penetrating sound like a spring hitting a rock, "Your Majesty."
Wen Xing slowly opened his eyes and saw that under the warm sunlight, Ning Wujie's tall figure was coated with a hazy silver edge.
The young man was wearing a dark blue robe with narrow sleeves embroidered with cloud patterns, a phoenix belt tied around his narrow waist, and his tall and slender figure made the spring scenery by the pond dim.
Wen Xing was feeling lazy, and he closed his eyes and replied softly, "Why are you here?"
Haven't you been avoiding him a lot recently?
Ning Wujie saw Wen Xing slumped limply in the soft cushion, wrapped in a snow-white fox fur cloak, with the brim of his hat pressed against his forehead, revealing only his delicate face. He couldn't tell for a moment whether the fox fur was whiter or his skin color was more like snow.
His eyes dimmed and he said, "Your Majesty, it's spring now. It's time to return to the palace."
Wen Xing hummed, frowning, "No."
Ning Wujie continued with a cold expression, "Your Majesty has been staying in the palace for a long time, wasting a huge amount of money. Moreover, if a ruler of a country loses the virtue of respect and frugality, I am afraid it will chill the hearts of the people of the world."
Wen Xing covered his ears and said, "I don't want to hear it, it's just a turtle chanting sutras."
Ning Wujie: ...
He had a premonition before coming to the palace that this foolish emperor would probably take root here and refuse to leave, and the result was as expected.
The temporary palace was originally used for rest. The emperor was weak and afraid of the cold, so there was nothing wrong with him living in the temporary palace in winter. However, if he did not return to the palace for years, he would be criticized by the people.
It is true that this foolish ruler certainly does not care about criticism.
But if one wants to secure the throne, one must not ignore the emperor's reputation. Being a homosexual is fine, at most leaving a casual note about Long Yang in history. Many great rulers have left behind romantic stories about Nan Feng, which are harmless.
But if he is extravagant beyond measure, coupled with poor governance and laziness, he can be compared to Jie and Zhou.
He could even imagine how those Nanfeng books would be arranged in the future——
"The Emperor of Dayong, in order to win the smile of a beautiful woman, turned the Tangquan Palace into a place of ecstasy, and from then on, he spent millions of gold every day..."
Ning Wujie was so shocked by the uncontrollable imagination in his mind that his face turned black. He clenched his fists tightly and forced himself to delete these delusions from his mind.
"Your Majesty, the results of the Spring Examination will be announced in a few days, and you must return to the palace to preside over the examination."
Wen Xing pulled at his cloak, buried his head and head in it, and said in a muffled voice, "You go for me."
Ning Wujie took a deep breath and decided that he would not indulge this tyrant this time.
He remembered that the Grand Tutor had mentioned to him the day before that this foolish emperor had not attended the daily lectures for almost a year.
So is it because we have been away from the teachings of saints for a long time that our morality has declined so drastically?
Lately, I've been pestering him...
I don’t know what images appeared in my mind. Although Ning Wujie still had an icy face, the tips of his ears began to turn red.
The white and red form a strong contrast.
He calmed himself down and cleared away the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
"If Your Majesty agrees to one thing for me, then I will not return to the palace for the time being."
The cloak was pulled down a little, revealing Wen Xing's two eyes, "What's the matter?"
No, wait, he is the emperor, why would he make such a deal with a minister?
Before he could regret it, Ning Wujie said, "Your Majesty has resumed daily lectures. For every lecture you attend, you can stay in this palace for one more day."
Wen Xing rolled his eyes and said, "If I don't go, I can't get up."
Is that the class the original owner had to attend every day at 4am? Haha.
dream.
Ning Wujie changed his words: "Evening class."
"Then I won't go either."
Ning Wujie said in a deep voice, "Then I will stop allocating funds from the Ministry of Revenue to Tangquan Palace."
Wen Xing was startled and angrily shouted, "Ning Wujie, how dare you!"
Wen Xing realized belatedly that by handing over the Nine Treasury to Ning Wujie for management, he was essentially handing over his livelihood to this guy.
He rubbed his Jingmingxue and was about to cry because of his own stupidity.
I have seen people hiding their own treasury funds, but I have never seen anyone voluntarily hand over the funds.
Ning Wujie looked at him coldly without changing his expression.
Do we really want to allow the other party to leave a reputation as a tyrant in history?
A hundred years from now, what posthumous title will future generations give this tyrant? Spirited? Or Hun?
That will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history forever.
This tyrant doesn't care, but he does.
We must correct this tyrant.
Wen Xing stared at him for a while, then finally fell back, clutching her chest. "My heart aches."
Ning Wujie: ...
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes in extreme disappointment.
Although he knew that the tyrant was pretending, he still couldn't bear to do it when he saw the painful expression on his face.
This tyrant always knew how to manipulate him.
He was about to give up, but then he heard the tyrant king say sullenly: "Unless..."
Ning Wujie's eyes flashed slightly, and he was waiting for the other party to continue speaking, but he was caught off guard and was pulled by Wen Xing's clothes, and his body fell forward.
Fortunately, he was quick-witted and quick-handed. In the blink of an eye, he used the armrest of the recliner to steady his body and was about to retreat.
However, Wen Xing did not give him a chance and rushed towards him while pulling him.
Ning Wujie's pupils shrank, worried that he would fall, and subconsciously reached out to catch him, but was greeted with a heavy kiss.
hiss......
The movement was too big and Wen Xing lost control of himself for a moment, causing his teeth to hit his lips, causing him to frown in pain.
However, the person in front of him was stunned for a moment, then gently hugged him. The other person's slightly drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tip of his tongue had already swept across his lips.
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes.
This kid learned it by himself, isn't he quite skilled?
He sighed comfortably, hugged the other's neck tightly and deepened the kiss. However, before he could taste it enough, Ning Wujie seemed to realize something and suddenly pushed him away.
The boy's beautiful eyes seemed to have nowhere to go, and he glanced away. The tips of his ears turned as red as pigeon blood.
Only after hearing this did Wen Xing realize that the servants around him had buried their heads in their belts, and the young eunuch's face was red.
The players on the field kept frowning and looking over.
One of the players was distracted and was peeking over here, and was hit on the head by the ball kicked by Xinghe, and fell to the ground with a "bang".
Xinghe yelled, "What are you staring at? Eh? What are you looking at?"
Wen Xing: ...
"What are you looking at?" he scolded. "If you peek again, there will be no reward!"
The players all lowered their heads or turned away, forcing themselves not to glance over here with their heads stiff, and were beaten by Xinghe again.
Wen Xing turned his head to look at Ning Wujie, who looked uncomfortable. His cunning eyes moved and he smiled, "Unless you accompany me to class."
Ning Wujie was stunned and looked at Wen Xing suspiciously.
Is it that simple?
Given the temperament of this tyrant, shouldn't he have made demands that would make people feel ashamed and angry to death?
But it was rare for a foolish emperor to listen to advice, so he didn't delve into it any further and nodded in agreement.
Wen Xing stared at the red tips of Ning Wujie's ears, narrowed his eyes, and swept his tongue over his canine teeth. Then he pulled the man over and said, "Let me satisfy my craving first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head and kissed the boy's lips in front of everyone.
Kissing in public was a real upset for Ning Wujie. His pupils trembled violently and he blurted out, "Faint..."
However, the following words were all blocked by Wen Xing's nimble tongue.
Their breathing intertwined, Ning Wujie was aroused to the point of losing consciousness. He instinctively pressed down on the back of Wen Xing's neck to hold him in his arms, and took the initiative to deepen the kiss.
never mind.
...Never mind.
He leaned over and pushed the man into the recliner, while at the same time lifting the fox fur coat off Wen Xing's shoulders.
“Crash—”
The fox fur served as a blanket, tightly covering the two people's overlapping bodies.
Only the occasional sounds of sticky kisses and trembling breaths drifted out from under the fox fur, which made the servants blush and dared not look up.
*
The Empress Dowager's Palace.
Wang Fuwei picked up the lid of the tea bowl, and the sharp armor swept across the edge of the bowl. He glanced coldly at Wang Jiang, who was shivering with his head down at the steps.
"You dare to deceive me, you are very brave."
Wang Jiang quickly shook his head like a rattle, "I didn't. I would never dare to deceive the Empress Dowager."
"Although I was responsible for setting the questions for this Spring Examination, I was not the only one. The questions from all the examiners were put into a question bank, and Your Majesty personally selected the questions. They said this was to prevent cheating, and they issued three sets of exam papers."
The Queen Mother frowned, not understanding what was going on. "What's that? It's all a mess."
Wang Jiang scratched his head. "I'm not entirely sure. Anyway, I don't know the specific questions on the three test papers Your Majesty has chosen. And which set each candidate gets is determined entirely by drawing lots."
"I have really told Your Majesty all the questions I know. I have absolutely no secrets!" Wang Jiang said as he fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly.
Wang Fuwei glanced at him sharply and said coldly, "You don't think that if you become attached to the emperor, he will let you go, do you?"
Wang Jiang, who was kneeling on the ground with his head buried, suddenly froze and broke out in a cold sweat.
The Queen Mother said quietly, "Wang Xuanxuan was a prince personally appointed by the late Emperor, yet he was sentenced to death. Do you think you can remain unscathed if the Wang family falls?"
"Your house is not very clean."
Wang Jiang's pupils shrank, and he said in fear, "I dare not! I have absolutely no second thoughts about the Empress Dowager!"
Looking at the trembling Wang Jiang on the steps, Wang Fuwei flicked his sleeves in disdain and said, "Forget it. Cheating in the Spring Examination is not the right thing to do. I am just testing you."
Cold sweat broke out on Wang Jiang's forehead, and he lamented in his heart that his life was so miserable. He had thought that he had obtained the position of chief official in the accounting department and was happy for a long time. He was so naive.
"It seems that the emperor does not truly trust you. This is not surprising. After all, your last name is Wang."
"But as long as you hold this position of chief official, regardless of whether you hold real power or not, anyone who enters the civil service through a degree in mathematics will address you as sir."
Wang Fuwei gave him a cold look, "You should know what this means, right?"
Wang Jiang kowtowed repeatedly, "I understand."
Wang Fuyi sneered, "I'm glad to know."
"If you want to show your loyalty, words alone won't do it." Wang Fuwei raised her eyelids, a cold light flashing in her phoenix eyes. "If you do one thing for me, I will trust you."
Wang Jiang was startled and raised his head nervously, "What are your instructions, Empress Dowager?"
But Wang Fuwei chuckled: "Simple..."
*
At dusk, in the Qinzheng Hall of the imperial palace.
Grand Tutor Fang Bingyuan burst into tears as he, along with the lecturers and eunuchs, knelt tremblingly to welcome the emperor.
"Welcome Your Majesty!" everyone said in unison.
Wen Xing had a gloomy face. He walked through the people kneeling on the ground and lazily got into a seat.
"Stand up."
The voice of the tyrant is sad.
Fang Bingyuan stood up and wiped the corners of his eyes.
"It's been a year, almost a year!" He thought excitedly, no matter how these old ministers persuaded him, even repeatedly and with death, His Majesty refused to resume the daily lectures on the classics.
He mentioned this matter to Ning Wujie the day before yesterday. He didn't have much hope at first, but he just thought that since Ning Wujie was able to persuade His Majesty to attend court, would he be able to do the same thing that day?
As a result, the other party persuaded Your Majesty to come here today!
Thinking of this, he bowed to Ning Wujie with gratitude, "It is a blessing for our dynasty that Lord Ning has advised His Majesty to repent!"
Although it is not certain that His Majesty came here because of the beauty, the person has shown up anyway.
Honest advice is not as good as handsome men, he felt a little complicated in his heart.
The two lecturers also followed suit, praising him, "Lord Ning remains unfazed by praise or criticism, and has the courage to offer direct criticism that breaks through the emperor's barriers. I can't wait!"
This seemed a bit like flattery. Ning Wujie remained calm, exchanged a few polite words with the ministers, and then went to sit in front of Wen Xing.
The two of them sat opposite each other around a desk.
As a Grand Secretary, Fang Bingyuan sat on the highest seat and announced the start of the daily lecture.
The lecturer stood in the hall, holding up the Great Learning in his hand, and spoke in a voice as resonant as a bell: "...To be sincere in one's intentions is to avoid self-deception. To dislike evil and stench, to love beauty, is to be modest..."
Wen Xing sat in the armchair with his head tilted back, a book spread out over his face, like a corpse.
The sound of reading was too hypnotic, even more hypnotic than Ning Wujie reading from a storybook.
The class had just begun and the tyrant was already drowsy.
The lecturer was very embarrassed when he saw this and looked at Ning Wujie for help.
Ning Wujie raised his eyes to look at Wen Xing and couldn't help but frown, "Your Majesty!"
Wen Xing raised a finger to lift the book covering his face, and glanced at him from under the book with dissatisfaction, "I'm listening."
Ning Wujie: "The daily lectures on the Imperial Lectures must be solemn. Millennia of cultural heritage are condensed in this single bow and lecture. Changing the morning lecture to an evening lecture is already disrespectful. Your Majesty, please be more respectful."
Fang Bingyuan gave Ning Wujie an approving look.
Lord Ning is worthy of being the child taught by the old Marquis Ning. He is self-disciplined and respects the rites, and is talented and virtuous.
Taking another look at Wen Xing, who was the emperor but was sitting crookedly and cynically, the old man sighed.
If this student could have half the accomplishments of Ning Wujie, he would be very pleased.
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Little old-fashioned."
He put down the book and lazily moved his butt back, which was at least a little straighter than before.
Like a boneless snake, it has tried its best to coil itself up using the chair.
Seeing his spineless look, Ning Wujie frowned and wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt something under the book curtain rolling heavily on his legs.
Ning Wujie's expression froze.
This tyrant, step on him!
Then he saw Wen Xing slumped across from the desk, looking at him with a cunning look, with one corner of his lips slowly curled up evilly.
"Um--"
He gritted his teeth and swallowed back a muffled groan.
He supported his forehead with his left hand, buried his face in his palm to hide his expression, and pressed down the rebellious ankle under the book curtain with his right hand.
But even though the ankle was held down, the foot still stretched out its instep, pressed hard with its toes, and stepped randomly.
Ning Wujie endured it so hard that the veins on his forehead bulged, and he gritted his teeth to suppress the uncontrollable groan that was about to burst out of his throat.
He took a deep breath and pushed the man's ankle hard.
As soon as I pushed it away, another foot stepped on it again, even more unscrupulously.
Ning Wujie: ...
The trembling sensation came in waves. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his ears turned red, even spreading from the base of his ears all the way to the inside of his neck.
In the hall, a lecturer dressed in solemn court robes was reading the classic "The Great Learning" in a deep and serious voice.
"...the mind is absent, the eyes are not seen, the ears are not heard, the food is not tasted..."
And beneath the curtain are the feet of the tyrant emperor causing chaos.
Even more shameful!
Ning Wujie raised his eyelids that were buried under his palms, staring fiercely at Wen Xing with a warning look.
However, the tyrant king just looked at him, smiled evilly, and became even more presumptuous.
He held down one foot, and the other foot immediately took the opportunity to step up.
Ning Wujie didn't dare to let go of his left hand that was covering himself, for fear of revealing his expression of endurance.
From Bingyuan's perspective above the high seat, he saw Ning Wujie with his head lowered, his entire face almost buried in his palms, and the exposed back of his neck was red.
He asked in surprise, "Master Ning, are you feeling unwell?"
He heard the tyrant chuckle softly.
Ning Wujie closed his eyes deeply, took several deep breaths, and finally evened out his breathing. He opened his mouth and said, "Wu..."
However, just as he uttered a word, the tyrant took the opportunity to straighten his legs and crush down hard with the sole of his rebellious foot.
"cough--!"
He quickly coughed to expel the distorted voice, barely avoiding the release of the shameful sound.
Then he couldn't bear it any longer, and as if deflated, he buried his head in his arms and took a deep breath.
"puff--"
Wen Xing also nodded his forehead on the table, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
So both of them fell on the desks during class, one's chest heaving as if he was taking a deep breath, and the other's shoulders shaking like sieves with laughter.
Fang Bingyuan:?
"Your Majesty? Lord Ning?"
Wen Xing raised his still smiling face and said, "Ning Qing is not feeling well. Why don't we stop here today, Teacher?"
Fang Bingyuan was a bit embarrassed, but seeing that Ning Wujie seemed to be having difficulty breathing and his neck was red, he couldn't help but said worriedly, "Lord Ning, what's wrong with you? We should ask the imperial physician to take a look."
"I will ask Zhai Qing to come." Wen Xing looked at Ning Wujie, and the corners of his lips were raised and he couldn't suppress them at all.
The other party seemed to have given up resistance, and all his attention was focused on suppressing his breathing.
Wen Xing continued to massage the soles of his feet, saying leisurely, "I'm afraid Ning Qing is just having trouble breathing. The teachers can't help much here. Why don't you give him some space? Please go back."
Fang Bingyuan looked worriedly at Ning Wujie, who was still buried in his desk and looked very painful, and asked anxiously, "Is Lord Ning seriously ill?"
Ning Wujie just shook his head.
The old man's face was solemn, and he patted his shoulder soothingly, "Master Ning, take care. I will call the imperial physician for you."
After the old man finished speaking, he bowed to the emperor and took his leave, then left with the lecturers.
"Come on, come on, hurry up and ask for the imperial physician."
When he heard everyone leaving in a hurry, Ning Wujie took a deep breath. He didn't know if he was suppressing something, but he finally raised his face from his arms, and stared at Wen Xing fiercely with a pair of red eyes.
There was a layer of moisture in those eyes, wet because of excessive repression or excessive shame, I don’t know.
A touch of red stained from the eye socket to the end of the eye, like the most beautiful brushstrokes of the painter.
Wen Xing's smile froze at the corner of his lips, and he stared at that beautiful expression in a trance.
Ning Wujie saw that he was stunned and his feet finally stopped moving, so he suppressed his frantic heartbeat, stood up, and walked over step by step.
The boy came over, covered in coldness.
The cold gaze and the crimson corners of the eyes are indeed contradictory, yet captivating.
The smile on Wen Xing's lips faded, and he looked up at Ning Wujie, who had approached him. Before he could speak, he was suddenly pulled up from his chair and thrown onto the desk.
The next moment, the boy's hot body pressed down on him, pinning him down and making him unable to move.
Wen Xing:!
Ning Wujie's handsome face was close at hand, his eyes fixed on him coldly, and he said sinisterly, "Your Majesty, are you still playing?"
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