Chapter 33 Chapter 33 This guy actually took the initiative to kiss him? ...
The fire outside the door became even more intense, and a waterfall of fire poured in, covering the ground with sticky black oil. Fire snakes followed the oil marks to form a surrounding wall and climbed up along the pillars.
Ning Wujie raised his arms to block in front of him and was about to fly over the wall of fire and rush out.
But at this moment, three black shadows suddenly broke through the flames, and the light of their swords cut through the thick smoke and pierced his face.
Ning Wujie's eyes flashed, and he quickly retreated with his toes skimming the ground.
Just as a man in black leaped up and slashed down, Ning Wujie turned around to avoid the attack and at the same time drew his sword from the rack smoothly.
"clang--"
The blades collided, causing the man in black to take several steps back.
Ning Wujie pointed his knife at the ground and looked coldly at the three people who were forming a horn around him.
I didn't expect that the Queen Mother also kept a group of assassins.
The three of them attacked at the same time, surrounding them with a tight and impenetrable net of swords.
Ning Wujie's eyes flashed, and he kicked towards one of the pillars quickly.
"Boom—"
The burning pillar could not bear the weight, and the charred wood instantly broke apart after being kicked. The entire pillar fell down like a fire dragon, smashing towards the assassin in front.
The two men in black retreated hastily, and when they tried to move forward again after dodging, they found that their way was blocked by the collapsed pillar of fire.
Ning Wujie immediately turned around and rushed forward, the light of his sword cutting into the defensive gap of the assassin behind him.
There was a flash of lightening-fast blade, which cut through the assassin's throat with a dull sound of flesh being torn apart.
“Shhh——”
Blood spurted out of the assassin's throat, and the hot blood poured into the flames, instantly forming a blood mist, and the figure fell to the ground.
The two men in black exchanged a glance, then quickly flew to the sides, stepping on the left and right pillars respectively, and simultaneously turned around to strangle them—
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By the time Wen Xing arrived, the Qinzheng Hall was already engulfed in flames.
The glazed tile roof was cracked by the flames, the gold paint curled and peeled off, the temple door collapsed with a loud bang, and the beams groaned under the heavy weight, and the house was in danger of collapse.
The fire was raging, and waves of heat were coming towards us, making even breathing hot and scorching.
He pulled over a patrol soldier and asked urgently, "Where are the people inside?! Have they come out?"
The soldier was startled and said in a trembling voice, "No... no one came out."
Wen Xing's pupils trembled violently, and he pushed the man away, angrily saying, "Hurry up and save him!"
"Put out the fire!"
The soldier hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, this fire is filled with kerosene. Even water cannot put it out. It will not stop until the entire palace is burned down."
Hearing the words "fierce oil," he immediately realized that in ancient times, without dry ice, it would be impossible to put out the fire. A bone-chilling chill shot through Wen Xing's heart, and he felt like he was falling into an ice cellar.
Tiles covered in flames kept falling down, crackling and splashing, making people stop and dare not move forward.
Someone shouted, "The beam is about to collapse!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people surrounding the fire retreated in panic.
Li Dequan hurriedly advised, "Your Majesty, the fire is too big, the beams are about to collapse, please retreat quickly, Your Majesty!"
The blazing flames were reflected in Wen Xing's eyes, and he shouted angrily, "Ning Wujie! Come out here!"
Seeing the soldiers hesitated, he was about to go forward himself, but Xinghe flew over and hugged him around the waist, "Master, you can't go!"
Wen Xing tried to pull Xinghe away, "Let me go!"
Xinghe shouted, "I won't! Master, you'll die if you go in!"
Li Dequan quickly dissuaded him: "It's too dangerous, Your Majesty, please don't do this!"
Wen Xing's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted angrily, "How dare you! Instead of saving people, you dare to stop me. You will all be punished with a stick!"
Xinghe was about to cry, "Even if the master beats me to death, I won't let him!"
"Your Majesty!" The old eunuch knelt on his knees and begged bitterly, "Your Majesty, please do not go in there. The beams are about to collapse. If you go in there, you will die!"
As if to confirm the old eunuch's words, there was a loud "boom"
The dome of the main hall suddenly collapsed.
Wen Xing's pupils trembled violently, and his whole body froze. He immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw hundreds of rafters engulfed in flames falling like a waterfall of fire. The flames scorched the air, making every breath feel like it was burning his lungs.
“Ning Wujie——!”
He screamed at the top of his lungs and his heart almost stopped.
The main beam was broken, the hall was crumbling, the wooden building made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the flames had formed an overwhelming wall of fire that engulfed the entire hall.
Even if there was someone inside at this time, they would not be able to get out under the encirclement of such flames.
Wen Xing could hardly hold himself back. The fear and despair rising in his heart were like endless darkness that almost drowned him.
It's okay, he reassured himself. Isn't Ning Wujie very good at martial arts? Even Xinghe can't defeat him. He'll be fine.
But the fire seemed to be against him. It suddenly burned more vigorously and made continuous sounds of wooden buildings breaking and collapsing under the weight.
He gritted his teeth so hard that blood oozed out from between his teeth.
His heart seemed to be against him, beating violently, and waves of sharp and intense pain pierced his heart.
He covered his heart with one hand and pressed Xinghe's shoulder with the other to steady himself, and forced himself to stand.
Ning Wujie hasn't come out yet, so he can't fall down. He has to wait.
If he is alive, I want to see him in person; if he is dead, I want to see his body.
Noticing his abnormality, Xinghe said in panic, "Master!"
Wen Xing endured the excruciating pain and said in a very low voice, "Medicine."
Xinghe nodded, quickly took out a pill from the edge of his modified sleeve, put it under his tongue, and nervously observed his reaction.
After a while, the pain gradually dissipated.
Wen Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly broke through the rubble and flew out, breaking through the wall of fire and rushing towards them.
Xinghe quickly stood in front of Wen Xing, and the figure fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up. His whole body was burning with flames and he was motionless. It was obvious that he was dead.
Wen Xing's pupils shrank sharply and his heart jumped into his throat.
Time stopped at this moment, and he almost didn't dare to look at the figure.
The servants said that Ning Wujie was the only one in the Qinzheng Hall.
The person in front of me is...
He was suddenly enveloped by a chill from head to toe.
What should I do? Is he really dead?
However, at the moment when he was in despair, another figure took advantage of the gap in the wall of fire and flew out like lightning.
Using the shield wall formed by the previous people, the man was able to avoid the burning flames and land safely.
Wen Xing's breathing stopped suddenly, and he recognized the person almost instantly.
As if returning to the world from hell, he struggled to push away the galaxy that protected him, holding up his body, and said, "Ning Wujie?"
His voice trembled.
Then I saw the half-kneeling man using his knife to support himself and slowly stand up.
The boy's back was straight, his clothes ripped and tattered by the flames, his exposed hands and neck stained by the charcoal. He slowly raised his head, his handsome face covered in blood and mottled scars from the charcoal, like cracked Jun porcelain.
His eyes seemed to be burning red in flames, his gaze was sharp and filled with lingering murderous intent.
A sense of brokenness and oppression all at once.
"His Majesty."
Wen Xing's heart trembled, and he finally remembered to breathe.
He took a step forward almost instinctively, ignoring the young man's murderous intent, and grabbed the other's wrist. After confirming the heartbeat from the pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I'm still alive.
His eyes swept over the blood that kept dripping from Ning Wujie's sleeve, flowing along his wrist all the way to the blade. He didn't know where he was injured. He clenched his fists and shouted angrily: "Who did this?!"
Ning Wujie escaped death, and at that moment when he was on the verge of life and death, there was only one figure in his mind.
He wondered what would happen to this tyrant if he died like this. Would he feel even a little heartbroken?
Or will she turn around and find another handsome young man with a good appearance?
Just thinking about it filled him with rage, and he had only one thought left: to get out alive and never give this tyrant the chance to abandon him!
He wanted to walk up to the tyrant king alive and tell him that he was the only one in his life.
But the moment he emerged from the sea of fire and saw this person, all these thoughts suddenly disappeared.
Seeing Wen Xing's eyes filled with fear and worry, his heart trembled and beat wildly.
His throat was dry, and he looked at the person with a heavy gaze. It took him a while to remember to reply, "It's the Queen Mother."
"Boom—"
The hall collapsed at this moment.
Ning Wujie reacted quickly and leaped forward to hold Wen Xing in his arms. The wind caused by the heat wave brought with it tiny sparks, blowing up the hem of his robe.
"Protect the emperor!"
Xinghe ordered the guards to stand in front of Wen Xing.
Looking over Ning Wujie's shoulder, Wen Xing looked at the sea of fire that engulfed the ruins in front of him, and couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the other party had come out a step later.
The flame reflected in the pupils burned brighter and brighter.
This is the third time.
Wen Xingxiang.
Ning Wujie almost lost his life three times.
Wang didn't take him, the emperor, seriously at all.
He lowered his eyes slightly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
A bony hand grasped Ning Wujie's knife handle.
Ning Wujie frowned warily: "Your Majesty?"
Wen Xing had a cold face, pushed the person away, snatched the knife and left.
Ning Wujie was startled for a moment, then quickly caught up, "Where are you going, Your Majesty?"
Wen Xing continued to walk as fast as the wind, without even turning his head, and said in a calm voice, "You are not allowed to follow me."
Noticing the gloomy anger surrounding Wen Xing, Ning Wujie felt a foreboding premonition. He paused for a moment before hastily catching up. Looking at the direction Wen Xing was heading, he suddenly understood and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty!"
Li Dequan also realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly followed with Xinghe.
Wen Xing walked straight to the Empress Dowager's bedroom.
Seeing him approaching with a knife in hand, the guards at the door stepped forward. The chief guard said, "We were unaware of your Majesty's arrival and had not yet announced your arrival. Please remove your weapon before entering the hall."
Wen Xing said in a deep voice: "Get out!"
The captain of the guards was startled by this angry rebuke, but he didn't dare to retreat a single step. He still bowed and maintained a saluting posture, "Your Majesty, weapons are not allowed in the Queen Mother's bedroom, even if you are Your Majesty..."
"I told you to get out of here!" Wen Xing kicked the leader of the guards on the shoulder and knocked him to the ground.
The guards were terrified. Seeing the emperor holding a knife and about to step into the empress dowager's bedroom, they did not dare to neglect their duty and had to draw their swords.
However, the person in front of them was the emperor, and they did not dare to really take action, so everyone just hesitated and did not dare to step forward.
Xinghe and Ning Wujie stood in front of Wen Xing, forming a confrontation with the guards.
"How dare you!" Ning Wujie shouted angrily, "How dare you threaten His Majesty with a weapon!"
The chief guard hurriedly said, "We dare not, but we are responsible for protecting the Queen Mother. No one is allowed to enter the palace with weapons."
Wen Xing held the knife, and every time he took a step forward, the guards took a step back.
He was about to reach the door of the bedroom.
Wen Xing said coldly, "Anyone who tries to stop me will be executed immediately."
The guards were shocked when they heard this. They looked at each other and hesitated to put down their weapons.
The chief guard was shocked when he saw this: "Stop His Majesty!"
At this time, in the Queen Mother's bedroom.
Wang Fuwei was sitting on the Arhat couch, rubbing her temples with her eyes closed, and her sharp armor accidentally brushed against her black hair.
A eunuch beside him bowed and said, "Your Majesty the Queen Mother is wise. Wang Jiang is truly incompetent. When I brought people over, he was still hesitating outside the window. Later, when he saw me coming, he hurriedly used the aphrodisiac incense."
Wang Fuwei sneered, "Someone fell down?"
The eunuch nodded. "I saw it with my own eyes. We were using kerosene, which would have ignited a whole area with just a spark. He was also poisoned, so there was no way he could have escaped."
"I just glanced at the Qinzheng Palace and it was already a sea of fire."
Wang Fuwei nodded with satisfaction and snorted coldly, "That's good. Even if Ning Wujie is very tough, he will definitely die this time."
But at this moment, a loud shout came from outside the door: "Wang Fuwei! Come out!"
Wang Fuwei suddenly stood up in anger when she was called by her name. However, when she recognized the owner of the voice, she seemed to understand the reason and raised one corner of her lips.
Was it possible that Ning Wujie was dead, and the emperor was furious and wanted to settle the score with her?
Thinking of this, she smiled complacently and walked out the door leisurely.
However, as soon as she stepped out of the palace, she felt a fierce murderous aura coming towards her.
"call--"
The blade cut through the night sky, and a cold light flashed.
Wen Xing swung the knife and pointed it at her forehead.
Despite being surrounded by heavy guards, Wang Fuwei still felt a strong and sharp edge locking onto her, and she couldn't help but be startled.
However, seeing the anger burning in Wen Xing's eyes, Wang Fuwei felt even more proud. She suppressed her surprise and was about to make a sarcastic remark, but her eyes swept over the figure standing beside Wen Xing, and the smile immediately froze at the corner of her lips.
"You actually..."
Ning Wujie looked at her coldly.
"Is the Queen Mother surprised that I am not dead?"
Wang Fuwei quickly calmed down and snorted coldly, "Whether you live or die, what does it have to do with me?"
After saying this, she feigned anger and said to Wen Xing, "Emperor, you came to my palace with a knife, are you planning to kill your mother?!"
Wen Xing said coldly: "So what?"
Wang Fuwei couldn't believe it, "Emperor! Are you crazy?"
But Wen Xing warned in a deep voice, "Wang Fuwei, I warn you, do not attack Ning Wujie again. Otherwise, even if you are the Queen Mother, I will kill you."
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled violently when he heard this.
Wang Fuwei angrily said, "Emperor, do you know what you are saying?!"
"You dare to kill your mother? Do you still want the throne?"
But Wen Xing sneered, "I just don't want it anymore, what do you think?"
Ning Wujie's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
His Majesty actually...
Realizing how crazy Wen Xing had done for him, his heart began to beat wildly.
Even though he knew that this was the work of a tyrant, he still couldn't control his heart palpitations.
Is it really just because I like his appearance?
Is it possible...
He didn't dare to think about it, as if the idea was an unrealistic luxury.
He was afraid that if he had any delusions, he would fall into madness when reality broke through him.
He closed his eyes, forced himself to stop thinking about random things, and tried to suppress his chaotic heartbeat, but it was no use.
Wang Fuwei was furious: "What about your life? Don't you even care about your life? You killed the queen mother for no reason. Such a tyrant deserves death!"
"For no reason?" Wen Xing's sharp gaze swept across Wang Fuwei. "You've repeatedly disturbed Ning Wujie. Aren't you afraid that the Ningyuan Army will march south?"
"Then they are rebelling!" Wang Fuwei said coldly, "Any tribe in the world can be defeated."
Hearing this, Ning Wujie clenched his fists suddenly and stared at the Queen Mother with a cold gaze, as if he wanted to tear this woman into pieces.
She pointed at Ning Wujie and said angrily, "Besides, what evidence do you have to prove that I want to kill him?"
"I am the Queen Mother, how can I allow others to slander me at will?!"
Wen Xing's knuckles tightened around the knife handle, leaving a tinge of white bone. He shouted coldly, "I know it's you, no proof is needed."
Wen Xing's gaze was so cold that it made Wang Fuwei shudder.
"emperor!"
But Wen Xing suddenly threw the hilt of the knife, and the long knife flew out of his hand, turning into a deadly stream of light that pierced Wang Fuwei's face, scaring her terrified.
"clang--!"
At the critical moment, a guard thrust his spear, narrowly deflecting the flying knife! The knife grazed Wang Fuwei's temple and pierced deeply into the vermilion column behind her, the hilt still vibrating.
Wang Fuwei was still in shock and staggered back a step, her back hitting the door frame hard, and her phoenix crown was tilted.
Wen Xing actually wanted to kill her!
She shouted angrily, "You're crazy! You lunatic!"
But she saw Wen Xing's pair of icy eyes, which were now more like a thousand-year-old glacier, staring straight at her. The murderous intent and warning in his eyes made Wang Fuwei tremble involuntarily.
"Since your Majesty Queen Mother likes Tangquan Palace, you can live here from now on. There is no need to return to the Imperial City."
Wen Xing waved his hand, and immediately a group of inspectors rushed up, disarmed the guards around the empress dowager, and surrounded the entire palace.
Wang Fuwei's pupils shrank dramatically upon hearing this, her eyes bloodshot as she shouted angrily, "Emperor! How dare you place me under house arrest?!"
Wen Xing turned around and left, ignoring everything.
"You can't trap me! You can't sit on the throne without the Wang family!"
Ning Wujie paused and looked back at Wang Fuwei, who was standing outside the palace gate and was hysterical.
Deep in his eyes, a flash of undisguised murderous intent flashed by.
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Wen Xing walked back to his bedroom in silence. As soon as he crossed the threshold, his suppressed anger surged again. Without even turning back, he issued a cold order: "Who is the commander of the Jinwu Guard in charge of patrolling today? If he fails to protect the Qinzheng Palace properly, he will be dismissed and investigated!"
As he spoke, he turned around and saw Ning Wujie, who had been silent all the time, looking at him solemnly.
The depths of those eyes, like deep pools, seemed to conceal some unknown emotion, but it was buried in the darkness, making it difficult to distinguish.
The blood and ashes from the fire on the boy's cheeks had not faded, and his clothes were badly tattered, but his eyes, like bottomless pools, and his straight spine revealed a stubborn fragility.
He was originally angry at Ning Wujie's behavior towards him today, but when he saw the dead body lying on the ground after the fire in the Qinzheng Palace, he felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Fortunately, it was the assassin who died.
If Ning Wujie...
Wen Xing almost didn't dare to think about it.
He had no time to think about why he was so afraid that something would happen to Ning Wujie. Perhaps it was because he was afraid of losing a tool to govern for him, or he was worried that history would be rewritten by his own hands.
In short, no matter what the result is, he cannot bear it.
So when he saw the other person like this again, he couldn't get angry anymore.
Wen Xing sighed slightly, turned around and said to the outside, "Li Dequan, call Zhai Yuanqing over."
The old eunuch took the order and withdrew.
When he turned around again, he suddenly fell into someone's arms that still smelled of burning.
Wen Xing was puzzled, "Ning Wu Jie?"
The other party did not respond, but silently pinched his chin and gave him a deep kiss.
Wen Xing's pupils contracted.
There was no coercive command from him, nor was there any biting, but rather an extremely affectionate and gentle kiss.
Wen Xing was shocked.
This guy actually kissed him?
What happened? Where was the person who violently tore his clothes?
What about the person who shouted that if he regretted it, there would be no next time?
He opened his eyes and saw that Ning Wujie's long eyelashes were drooping, as if trembling slightly because of nervousness or excitement.
The flickering light of the candlelight reflected in the half-closed eyes.
The teasing of lips and tongue caused waves of trembling that ran through the body like electric currents. Wen Xing enjoyed it very much and put his arms around the back of the other's neck.
never mind......
He thought, who cares why.
This person's lips...are just so kissable.
He wants to kiss her enough.
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The author has something to say: 5j: Is it possible that he likes me? (Excited) (Uneasy)
Stupid ruler: You think too much, worker (squinting)
Author: Someone, really? Hehehe~
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