Chapter 38 (Additional Update) What Kind of Reincarnation Does Your Majesty Want?
Aunt Zhang cried out, "Sir, since you already have a sweetheart, would you like me to help you find a matchmaker? I'll make sure your marriage is a beautiful one!"
Wen Xing's gaze remained glued to Ning Wujie's face, as if he wanted to take in every subtle reaction. He sighed softly, "What a pity! He doesn't like me."
Aunt Zhang covered her mouth and sighed, her eyes full of disbelief.
The onlookers were also in an uproar, talking about it:
"What?! Are there still people who look down on the great official?!"
"Oh my god! Only fairies in heaven would dare to do that, right?"
"If you ask me, that girl is probably blind and heartless. Sir, you have good looks, a good family background, and a kind heart! You can't find a good husband even with a lantern, and she still doesn't like you?"
Her looks and family background are naturally second to none, but her kindness?
Ning Wujie sneered in his heart.
Aunt Zhang said again: "Do you want me to go and talk to you? My dear sir, please believe me, in my life, I have helped to bring together at least eighty couples who were at odds with each other. No matter if they quarreled when they first met or they looked down on each other, with my eloquence, I guarantee that they will be obedient!" She looked proud as she spoke.
Wen Xing lowered his eyelashes slightly, putting on a mournful expression. He shook his head and sighed, "It's no use. He said he hates people like me the most."
He deliberately emphasized the three words "most annoying", but his eyes were always fixed on Ning Wujie's face, with a barely perceptible hint of mischief.
Ning Wujie: ...
Is the word "hateful" ingrained in this tyrant's mind? He keeps bringing it up.
but......
He recalled the various evil deeds of this tyrant recently -
He took the opportunity to touch her and flirt with her, saying that he wanted to "visit her".
He suddenly exerted force with his knuckles, and the porcelain cup in his hand made a "crunching" sound as if it could not bear the weight.
Indeed...very annoying!
The onlookers were so shocked when they heard this:
"Oh my god! Even the great official hates this?!"
"Master," a woman cautiously probed, "Is that girl... perhaps because her family background is too good, and her temperament too spoiled?"
"I know! Some noble ladies rely on their good family background to look down on everyone and think they are fairies sent down to earth!"
Ning Wujie's forehead jumped violently.
Then the tyrant emperor looked at him with a half-smile, and said playfully: "He has a good family, thinks highly of himself, and is spoiled..."
The tyrant deliberately dragged out the last syllable, unwilling to let it fall, his eyes seeming to be admiring Ning Wujie's gradually tightening jawline.
It wasn't until Ning Wujie could no longer bear it and finally looked back at him with a frown that the tyrant emperor slowly said, "Indeed, he is arrogant because of his favor."
Ning Wujie gritted his teeth.
Aunt Zhang shook her head when she heard this, looking troubled. "I can easily deal with any kind of person, but this kind of person who is so arrogant..." She hesitated and sighed, "It's difficult."
She tried to persuade him again: "Sir, as the saying goes, there is always a beautiful woman in the world..."
Wen Xing's eyes were lazy but filled with unquestionable persistence. He interrupted, "But I only like this one blade of grass, and I don't want anyone else."
When these words were spoken, everyone sighed.
"The great official is such a lovesick man!"
Wen Xing nodded, agreeing without blushing or beating her heart: "I can't help it. I am such a lovesick person. I love him too much."
He paused, his eyes sweeping across Ning Wujie's slightly reddened earlobes, and added quietly, "Perhaps... my love is a burden to him."
Ning Wujie: ...
He knew very well that this tyrant was most likely saying nonsense to tease him, but the three words "I love him too much" still felt like a hook, scratching his heart fiercely and causing a burning shudder.
The mockery in Wen Xing's eyes could not be hidden, but in the eyes of the worried Aunt Zhang, it completely turned into resentment and bitterness of unrequited love.
She was stunned for a moment, looking at Wen Xing's "forced smile" face, and sighed from the bottom of her heart: "I have been a matchmaker for so many years, but I have never seen anyone as infatuated as the great official."
She seemed to have made some kind of resolution, and slapped her thigh as if to burn her boats. "Forget it! I, an old woman, will risk my reputation and my life to secure this great matchmaking for you, sir!"
She straightened her back and said proudly, "Sir, please speak frankly! No matter which noble family she is from, there is no door in this capital that I cannot open my mouth to speak to or enter!"
Wen Xing saw that Ning Wujie's ears were red enough to bleed, and the smile on his lips was almost uncontrollable. If there weren't so many people watching, he would have laughed out loud.
Ning Wujie turned his face away and didn't look at him.
Fu Wenxin, who was sitting beside them, had already seen the expressions of the two people clearly -
Her "fellow villager" seemed to be chatting and laughing with the victims, but his gaze was clearly stuck on the face of the taciturn guard beside him as if glued.
And what about the guard? He seemed to be looking straight ahead, but the slightly sideways angle of his body, the tense jawline, and the tips of his ears, which were red as hell, clearly showed that he was avoiding his fellow villager's overly intense gaze!
Add to that the tyranny of the guard who had been guarding the place tightly, not letting anyone get close to the emperor...
hiss……
The alarm in Fu Wenxin's mind suddenly exploded, and the alarm bells rang wildly!
There is definitely something fishy going on with these two people!
The forbidden love between the emperor and his guard?!
This setting... is too good!
There was a screaming chicken crowing wildly in Fu Wenxin's mind.
She glanced back and forth between Wen Xing and Ning Wujie with burning eyes, and thought to herself: We are both time travelers, and you, my fellow countryman, eat so well!
Look at your partner's face! And his figure! Tsk!
Wen Xing forced down the corners of his lips, waved his hand and said, "No need. He's very stubborn and no one can persuade him."
Aunt Zhang couldn't hide her disappointment. She looked at Wen Xing with eyes full of sympathy: "But she doesn't want to, and the master only wants her. Does he want to never get married in this life?"
The word "start a family" was like two cold needles that unexpectedly pierced Ning Wujie's heart.
His fingertips suddenly tightened, and his heart, which had just been aroused to boiling point, was also tightly gripped, cooling down instantly.
Yes, as an emperor, how can he not get married, have children, and prolong the country's prosperity?
His relationship with this tyrant was destined not to last long.
Isn't this a fact he has known for a long time?
Besides, the tyrant king was just in a whim and liked his appearance.
How long can this superficial infatuation last?
When the tyrant emperor abandoned him, he would come to his senses and fulfill his duties as an emperor, recruiting concubines and appointing a queen...
What should he do then?
So he has been trying to eradicate the feelings that shouldn't have grown in his heart.
But that feeling had already grown like a vine, deeply rooted in the softest flesh of his heart, connected with his blood, and affecting every heartbeat.
Every time he tried to peel it off, the root would pull at the flesh and blood at the tip of his heart, causing him excruciating pain.
He had already fallen into the abyss and there was no way back.
He closed his eyes deeply, trying to suppress the intense heartache that was surging in his heart.
The emperor's leisurely voice came to my ears: "Why do you have to get married?"
Ning Wujie suddenly opened his eyes.
Aunt Zhang covered her mouth in astonishment. "You have such a huge fortune, mountains of gold and silver. Aren't you afraid there will be no one to carry on the family business? A hundred years from now, who will inherit this immense wealth?"
Fu Wenxin silently complained on the side: That's right, this person's family really has a throne to inherit.
But he was the last emperor, so he didn’t have to worry about succession issues at all!
Hahaha! Perfect solution to the eternal problem for children.
If you don’t want a family business, you won’t be afraid of being urged to get married! The logic is closed!
Wen Xing spoke with a detached and carefree tone: "My family is large and prosperous, and the clan is thriving with many sons and nephews. The inheritance of this family business does not necessarily have to be carried out by my own flesh and blood. Why not choose a virtuous son from the clan to adopt as my successor?"
"Oh!" Someone in the crowd suddenly realized, "Adoption? Doesn't that mean giving away such a huge fortune to an outsider for nothing?"
Fu Wenxin chimed in, saying nonchalantly, "Why not? I think as long as the heir has good character, it doesn't matter if he's my biological son or not. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to take a single cent of my wealth with me once I close my eyes after a hundred years, so why would I care who inherits it?"
The victims smiled foolishly. Although they did not agree on the surface, they still complimented him.
"Doctor Fu is just casual and open-minded."
"How can we ordinary people compare to Doctor Fu's realm? Money, you can't bring it with you when you are born, and you can't take it with you when you die!"
There was a calmness in Ning Wujie's eyes, but no one knew that beneath the dark surface of the water, turbulent waves had already begun to rise.
Are you really willing to adopt a child for me to inherit the throne?
This thought exploded in his mind like thunder, instantly igniting the blood in his body. Every nerve under his skin and flesh was trembling wildly, and he could hardly control the shaking of his body.
Wen Xing saw that Ning Wujie's fingers were so white that the knuckles were visible as he gripped the hilt of the knife, and his deep eyes were staring at him intently, with a tension and expectation that he had never seen before, almost to the point of paranoia, surging in them.
Why this expression?
Wen Xing was surprised.
Could it be that she is afraid of being branded as "seducing the emperor", "making the emperor addicted to men", and "abandoning the ancestral temple"?
Thinking of this, a playful arc appeared on the corner of his lips, and he decided to add fuel to the fire.
"That's right. What's wrong with giving it away? In fact, if my beloved is willing to agree, I would rather give all this wealth to him and hold it in front of him with both hands. I just want him to live with me for the rest of his life."
"It's a pity that he doesn't like it."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Ning Wujie with interest.
However, what he saw was not the shame or anger he had expected, nor was there any blushing.
On the contrary, those eyes that were always as calm as a cold pond were now churning with extremely complicated emotions——
Shock, disbelief, a barely perceptible emotion, and even... a kind of burning passion?
strangeness.
This morning at the lake, he had just mentioned "giving up his seat", and this kid still looked furious as if he wanted to bite him to death.
How come it changed in the blink of an eye?
"Wow!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"This is truly... true love from the bottom of my heart!"
The victims were completely impressed by Wen Xing's declaration of "spending everything to win a beautiful woman's smile". They sincerely admired his infatuation and heroism, and gathered around with wine glasses in hand, vying to toast him to express their respect.
Wen Xing felt that the homemade rice wine in the farm was sweet and refreshing, without much alcohol taste, which was just right to cut through the greasiness of the roasted lamb, so he unknowingly treated it as a drink and drank one cup after another.
He had already drunk quite a bit before, and now faced with the enthusiastic toasts, he accepted them all without hesitation.
In the eyes of the worried Aunt Zhang, this generous behavior turned into a pitiful look of a man trapped in love and drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
She wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, looking distressed, and advised, "Drink slowly, sir. This rice wine is easy to drink, but it has a strong aftertaste and can easily make you drunk."
What a poor man who is deeply in love but does not live long, she sighed in her heart.
Seeing him drink so readily and without any intention of refusing, the victims who had been hesitant before also plucked up their courage, came forward with their glasses of wine, and spoke words of gratitude, insisting on toasting him with a glass.
So one cup of wine after another was handed to Wen Xing.
Ning Wujie looked at the increasingly obvious blush on Wen Xing's face and the gradually blurred eyes, and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Finally, he stood up with a sullen face and grabbed Wen Xing's wrist, "Master, you've had too much to drink. Go back and rest."
Wen Xing blinked slowly, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly feathers, and with a hint of drunken ignorance, she said, "I'm fine."
He thought he was still conscious, but he didn't realize that at this moment, his cheeks had already turned slightly red, and his eyes were misted with alcohol, and his whole body exuded a lazy and seductive aura.
Ning Wujie looked at Wen Xing's eyes, which had begun to lose focus, and without further explanation, he picked him up and said without a doubt, "You are drunk."
After saying this, he strode away with his men.
Wen Xing struggled in Ning Wujie's arms, but to no avail.
He simply stopped struggling, as the drowsiness brought on by the alcohol swept over him. He yawned, and like a cat, he lazily moved in the strong and warm arms, found a more comfortable position, and closed his eyes.
It just so happened that he was too lazy to leave.
Xinghe, who was still concentrating on chewing the lamb leg, didn't react until his master was "kidnapped" and walked several steps away. He looked up with a confused look on his face, his greasy mouth opened: "Master? Where are you going?"
Then he saw the person in Ning Wujie's arms stretch out a hand and wave it softly at him, "I'm going back to sleep first...you can have fun."
Only Fu Wenxin stared at the two people's departing backs with a gleam in his eyes.
Princess hug! Ahhh! I'm crazy about this couple!
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Ning Wujie hugged the person and walked under the cold moonlight back to the courtyard where Wen Xing was staying.
Li Dequan had been waiting at the door. Seeing His Majesty being carried back by Lord Ning, he readily opened the door for them. He then tactfully dismissed all the attendants and gently closed the door, leaving the room to the two of them in silence.
Wen Xing was gently placed on the bed.
The alcohol took effect quickly. Although he felt sober half a minute ago, he now felt dizzy.
Suddenly leaving the warm and solid embrace and touching the slightly cool bed, he frowned slightly, instinctively reached out and grabbed Ning Wujie who was about to leave.
"Don't go." His voice was vague and his eyes were blurry. "Hold me."
Too cold, he thought.
His embrace was so warm just now, why did he run away?
No running allowed.
The warmth like the spring sun finally came over again, bringing with it a familiar atmosphere.
He squinted his eyes comfortably, wrapped his arms around the other person's waist, and snuggled into the other person's arms.
His forehead rubbed against Ning Wujie's neck, and strands of hair brushed across the most sensitive skin on the side of his neck, causing a shudder that spread like wildfire.
Ning Wujie's Adam's apple rolled and his whole body froze.
The most terrible thing was the drunken tyrant's hot breath, which was still spraying on his neck in waves. The breath was hot and moist, like a cat's paw, repeatedly touching the tip of his heart, making him feel itchy and anxious, but he dared not move at all, for fear of scaring away the little thing.
Ambergris mixed with a faint smell of alcohol lingered at the tip of Ning Wujie's nose, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.
Wen Xing hugged the waist of the person in front of him tightly and sighed, "It's so comfortable."
"Ning Wujie..." He raised his head, and his pair of sparkling eyes, still filled with drunkenness, unexpectedly collided with Ning Wujie's dark and turbulent sight.
"You smell very nice, what is that? You are not using perfume... um..."
The unfinished words were cut off by an unexpected kiss.
The other person's soft tongue forcefully pried open Wen Xing's teeth, went straight in, and swept across every sensitive point in her mouth.
Ning Wujie's pleasant breathing sounded beside his ear, which made Wen Xing feel itchy. He raised his arms to hook the back of the other's neck, pressed down hard, and deepened the kiss.
The body I was holding in his arms gradually began to feel hot.
"His Majesty......"
Ning Wujie's breathing was unstable and his voice was hoarse.
"Um?"
Ning Wujie took a deep breath, hardened his heart and forced himself to move away, but Wen Xing frowned and caught up with him, hugged the back of his neck with dissatisfaction and continued to kiss him.
"Don't run."
Ning Wujie's breath caught in his throat, but he didn't push the man away. He could only helplessly let him peck at his lips like a cat, his voice muffled: "What you said... um... those... are they all true?"
Wen Xing's head was dizzy at this time, and he couldn't remember clearly, "Which ones?"
"You just said..." Ning Wujie paused, "If your beloved is willing... you are willing to give up your family property and be with him..."
He closed his eyes, and his thick eyelashes trembled violently.
He suppressed his intense shame and mumbled out the embarrassing four words: "Live together."
Although he knew that this was most likely the nonsense said by the tyrant emperor to tease people, he still couldn't help but want to confirm it.
Wen Xing stopped kissing him and looked up at him.
Under the influence of intoxication, those gem-like eyes were filled with a hazy mist, and the blush on her cheeks was like smudged rouge, spreading all the way to her temples, and against her white and almost transparent skin, she was as breathtakingly beautiful as peach petals.
Ning Wujie's breathing stagnated and his heart beat wildly, like thunder.
Then the tyrant emperor chuckled softly, "Of course I was just teasing you."
The confusion in Ning Wujie's eyes disappeared completely at this moment, leaving only clarity and coldness.
He was not surprised, but hearing these words from the mouth of the tyrant king with his own ears, he still couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart.
He closed his eyes in near despair, and cursed his own wishful thinking in his heart.
Why does he think he has a special place in the heart of this tyrant?
Don't overestimate your abilities.
The heart cooled down and the hot body also lost its temperature.
With an almost masochistic calmness, he tried to push the person away, "Your Majesty is drunk, go to sleep."
But the tyrant emperor refused to let him go.
Just as he tried to leave, Wen Xing stood up and pushed him onto the bed with all his strength.
Ning Wujie frowned, "Your Majesty?"
Wen Xing sat on him, looking down at him condescendingly, with even more drunkenness in his eyes.
As if aroused by the kiss just now, Wen Xing's whole body was hot. He leaned over and pressed down, saying in a hoarse voice: "I said, I want to favor you."
Force you to rebel.
Every word he said was tinged with alcohol and an irresistible force.
The warmth in Ning Wujie's eyes had completely faded, and upon hearing this, his gaze suddenly turned cold.
He didn't push the person away. Instead, he raised a cold, emotionless smile and said in a bone-chilling voice, "Your Majesty, are you sure?"
Wen Xing scoffed and continued his drunken mumble: "Sir, don't...joke...I mean what I say."
As the drunkard spoke, he pulled Ning Wujie's belt.
But Yesa's belt was tied tightly, and his drunken fingers were weak. He tried to pull it off but failed. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and ordered, "Take off your clothes!"
Ning Wujie stared at the man coldly without moving.
The tyrant emperor tilted his head in confusion, "You are disobeying my order."
He exhaled again, his eyes turned, as if he suddenly remembered the way to deal with this "stubborn guy", so he threatened again: "If you don't take it off, I will..."
"I will order someone to send your brother here, I want to... visit him..."
Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly knocked down by a huge force.
The next moment he glanced, Ning Wujie's icy eyes were already glaring down at him with anger.
His head was already dizzy, and Ning Wujie's figure was shaking at the moment. Therefore, he could not see how violent and fierce the anger in his eyes was.
If the flames could have become solid matter, the entire imperial estate would have been engulfed in flames by now.
He heard the young man above him practically grit his teeth and utter, "Your Majesty, what kind of favor do you want?"
The sound was low and dangerous, like the growl of a wild animal.
Wen Xing raised the corners of his drunken eyes and asked in confusion, "Which other...?"
But the person on his body suddenly raised his hand, and his slender fingers accurately untied the cold jade belt hook on the waist belt.
With a light "click" sound, the heavy belt fell to the ground.
The young man's handsome face was expressionless, only a terrifying storm was surging in his eyes. "I will make Your Majesty understand."
The next moment, Wen Xing's lips were sealed.
The boy's hot lips and tongue entangled with him, with irresistible force, conquering, sucking and biting, like a wild beast devouring its prey.
Wen Xing's body had long been limp and weak due to the alcohol, and he could only allow the other party to bite him and tear off his clothes.
After a while, the hot body came close to me.
It was so hot that his skin was burning.
"Ning Wujie?" His voice was shattered by the kiss.
"Your Majesty." The man's heavy yet pleasant breathing filled his ears. "If you want to favor me, this is what I will give you."
The voice suddenly turned cold, with a warning: "Use your body, remember this well."
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