Chapter 39: A drunkard, still talking nonsense...
The next day.
Wen Xing's head was dizzy and his consciousness was confused. He didn't know how long he had slept.
It was not until the strong light of noon shone through the bed curtains onto his eyelids that his eyelashes trembled violently several times before he finally struggled to open his heavy eyelids.
"Hmm..." He frowned and tried to move his body, but suddenly a feeling of soreness spread throughout his limbs and he couldn't even move a finger.
What...situation?
Did all the bones in his body get disassembled and reassembled?!
What happened yesterday? Is he seriously ill?
Wen Xing was still in shock and was about to summon Zhai Yuanqing, but his solar plexus suddenly twitched, and the broken and scorching memories of last night came flooding back like a tide.
"If you don't take it off, I will order someone to send your brother here... to have his favor..."
"Your Majesty, what kind of favor do you want?"
"Ning Wujie...what are you doing?"
"Your Majesty, does it hurt?"
"Ugh...it hurts...but..."
"But what?"
"Hmm... I don't know..."
"Ning Wujie... your eyes are so red, and the tips of your ears are red too, so pretty... Ha! Slow down..."
"Ning Wujie, why aren't you crying? Cry for me... I... love it..."
"Ning Wujie... I'm so tired... Let me go..."
"Ugh... no more..."
Wen Xing: ...
Wen Xing closed his eyes deeply, and used all the remaining strength in his body to raise one hand and massage his solar plexus which was throbbing violently.
I cursed in my heart: Fuck.
So what exactly are the properties of rice wine? It tastes like juice when you put it in your mouth, and he doesn't think he drinks too much, so how come he suddenly gets so drunk?
A drunkard actually boasted that he wanted to "visit" Ning Wujie?
Although he also didn't think Ning Wujie would just lie there and let him fuck him.
But this guy actually... just "actually" followed his own understanding and "favored" him?!
Oh shit.
This kid doesn't listen when he should, but why is he so obedient when he shouldn't?
No, this kid definitely did it on purpose!
Naked revenge!
Even if I was forced into bed by him, even if I had to endure humiliation and grief, I had to win back at him in terms of sex position!
His weak fingers tightened and clenched into fists.
He opened his mouth and tried to call out: "Li..."
The sound coming out of his throat was hoarse as if it had been crushed by gravel. The vibration of the vocal cords pulled at his dry throat, bringing a burning pain that made him frown.
His face suddenly turned dark.
His fists clenched tighter.
He completely forgot who had prevented anyone from leaving last night, and just blamed Ning Wujie for it all.
He took a deep breath and tried to shout again with all his strength, but the door was opened.
A tall and slender figure stood against the light.
The young man was dressed in a moon-white, ribbed, wide-sleeved robe, which accentuated his bamboo-like figure. His long, wet, black hair draped over his shoulders, the ends still dripping with water. He slowly approached the couch, fresh from his bath, as he walked.
Wen Xing's resentful gaze swept over as if it were real.
Ning Wujie slightly turned his head to avoid his gaze, silently picked up the warm tea on the table, and walked to the couch, "Your Majesty is awake, drink some water to moisten your throat."
Seeing Wen Xing lying limp and unable to move, Ning Wujie understood and walked over to him. He gently but irresistibly helped him up and let him lean on his shoulder.
Wen Xing felt weak all over at this moment and could only let Ning Wujie do whatever he wanted.
He was forced to lean on the other's chest, but his beautiful eyes were fixed on Ning Wujie's profile, burning with rage and accusations.
Ning Wujie turned a blind eye and just held the teacup to his lips.
The warm water flowed across the dry and burning throat, and the burning and stinging sensation was instantly suppressed.
He cleared his throat and finally found some voice.
"Ning Wujie..." His voice was still hoarse, but even deeper and more severe.
Ning Wujie lowered his eyelids and said in a calm voice, "I am here."
"Do you admit your guilt?"
Ning Wujie finally lifted his drooping eyelids, his eyes like deep pools looked calm and peaceful, but underneath them were hidden undercurrents that were difficult to detect.
His face was calm, and his tone even had a hint of innocence as he asked back: "What did I do?"
Wen Xing was shocked by this refusal to admit the question.
"You..." His chest heaved with anger, and he suppressed his anger and said, "What happened last night?"
Ning Wujie uttered a soft "Oh" and pretended to understand something, "Isn't Your Majesty going to visit me?"
Wen Xing gritted his teeth and said, "You know that's not what I'm talking about."
Ning Wujie raised his eyes and looked straight at him, meeting his glare without fear, "So which one are you talking about, Your Majesty?"
"I have asked Your Majesty, but Your Majesty has not answered. I can only act according to my own understanding. Is that not right?"
Wen Xing couldn't believe it.
How can this kid still be so confident? !
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes slightly, concealing half of his gaze, making it impossible to guess his emotions.
"I was only following orders. Besides..." He paused, his tone carrying a hint of indescribable meaning, "If what I did was wrong, why didn't Your Majesty stop me last night? Instead... you wouldn't let me leave and kept pestering me..."
Ning Wujie's lips were suddenly sealed by a hand.
Four fingers as smooth as jade covered her lips coolly, blocking all the remaining words.
Ning Wujie's eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked up and saw Wen Xing's beautiful eyes filled with shock and shame.
"You..." Wen Xing's lips twitched, and his shiny white cheeks were lightly flushed with pink. "Don't say that."
Ning Wujie's lips lifted very slightly.
Wen Xing's eyebrows were tightly knitted.
Ning Wujie is too smart and his logic is flawless. Trying to reason with such a person is simply asking for trouble.
Besides, maybe he was the one who pestered others last night because he was drunk, but it was obviously this kid who refused to let go in the end!
He took a deep breath. "I'm drunk, and all I said was drunken talk. Why don't you usually obey me like this? You're deliberately seeking revenge!"
Ning Wujie didn't refute this accusation, "Then what does Your Majesty want?"
Wen Xing was speechless for a moment.
What else can I do? This is what has happened.
He can't go back, right?
Huh? That's not right.
Why not?
Thinking of this, he gave a sinister smile.
"You lie down, let me..."
"Your Majesty, are you hungry?" Ning Wujie interrupted.
Before he finished speaking, Wen Xing's stomach made a long "gurgling" sound in unison.
His face turned dark.
Ning Wujie turned to the eunuch standing at the door and said, "Prepare the meal!"
Wen Xing stared at him intently, enunciating each word as he uttered the command through gritted teeth: "I need to bathe first."
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty has already bathed."
Wen Xing was startled and then realized that his body was dry.
He touched the ends of his hair and smelled the scent of cleansed soap locust and incense.
Did this guy take him to the bath while he was asleep? And even dried his hair?
So this guy is so busy now that he only has time to take care of himself?
Wen Xing's gaze fell on Ning Wujie's wet long hair. The ink-like hair fell softly to his waist, and the moon-white wide robe made him look elegant and refined.
The anger that was pent up in his chest inexplicably dissipated a little.
The meal seemed to have been prepared long ago and was brought in soon.
Ning Wujie supported his lower back with a cushion so that he could sit up, then set the small table, personally took the meal from the servant and served it to him.
Seeing his gloomy expression, Ning Wujie's eyes moved slightly. He picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and passed it to his lips, saying, "Whatever Your Majesty wants to do, wait until you have filled your stomach."
Wen Xing felt that his body was completely exhausted and it was even difficult for him to lift his arms. He felt that Ning Wujie was right, so he did not refute him, but accepted the food he fed him.
Today's stubborn ones are particularly obedient.
She actually served him well.
It's unbelievable.
Ning Wujie picked up a bowl of warm glutinous rice porridge, carefully blew on each spoonful to cool it down before steadily bringing it to his lips.
Isn't this a good way to serve people?
Before, I always used the excuse that "I am a military general and I am afraid I cannot serve you well enough."
Now it seems that I just simply don't want to serve him.
hehe.
Now that you know you were wrong, do you want to beg for mercy by acting nice?
Don't think he will let it go easily.
He was complaining in his heart, but his mouth was opening and closing honestly. He ate whatever Ning Wujie fed him. Before he knew it, he burped.
Wen Xing: ...
Ning Wujie quickly put down the bowl, and gently stroked his back with his warm palm through the thin pajamas, "Your Majesty, are you done?"
Wen Xing's eyes were still filled with resentment, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Just wait, I will recover my strength in a while, then you can lie down for me."
"If you disobey my order again, I will punish you and your entire clan for regicide!"
He must make up for what he lost today!
Ning Wujie rubbed his brows helplessly, finally realizing that he would never be able to get away with this matter with the tyrant emperor.
He thought for a while, and his eyes suddenly moved.
"If Your Majesty insists on doing so, I will certainly have no objections."
Wen Xing looked at him suspiciously, "Really?"
"You are not allowed to resist then."
Ning Wujie lay down beside him very consciously.
The young man lay straight, his hands folded on his abdomen, with an obedient look as if he was ready to be taken advantage of. He looked up at Wen Xing and said, "I will never resist."
Wen Xing: Huh?
You were really, really obedient today.
The nine clans extermination policy usually doesn't work, but it actually works today?
Ning Wujie suddenly sighed softly, his tone carrying just the right amount of worry. "However, I'm worried that Your Majesty is tired. Would you like to ask Imperial Physician Zhai to heal Your Majesty's health for a few days first?"
Wen Xing:?
"After all..." Ning Wujie took a deep breath, as if what he was about to say was too difficult to say. Before he even finished speaking, the tips of his ears had already begun to redden. "Your Majesty...is just a military commander, and I felt quite exhausted last night. Your Majesty's body is worth millions, I am afraid..."
Wen Xing: ...
"You're talking nonsense! I'm clearly...lying down, and I'm just as tired!"
"You're not tired, but..." Ning Wujie stopped talking. The tip of his ear became even redder and spread to the auricle.
Wen Xing took a while to understand what he heard and was slightly stunned.
My mind couldn't help but recall my extremely shameful drunken words at that time: "... Ning Wujie, what is that? It feels so good..."
His fingertips gripped the edge of the couch so tightly that they almost poked a hole in it.
Wen Xing closed his eyes deeply. He was so ashamed that he buried his face in his palms and hardly dared to look up.
Never drink again!
However, once the floodgates of memory are opened, they can no longer be closed. The brain begins to automatically play those embarrassing images uncontrollably.
The figure that kept swaying before his eyes last night, the person's hair soaked with moisture, the reddened corners of his eyes...
Then he thought that if he wanted to "get back at the score", he would have to "exercise" continuously all night like this kid.
Wen Xing's whole body stiffened.
No, you will die!
He felt too tired to even walk a few more steps, and had to take a sedan chair as soon as he left the bedroom.
What if he fainted from exhaustion? What if he became ill from exhaustion?
That's so embarrassing!
Besides, he was clearly lying down last night, but he was still so tired that he fainted and couldn't hold on to the end.
Before, he was only thinking about revenge on Ning Wujie, why didn’t he think of this?
Watching the ever-changing expression on Wen Xing's face, which finally settled on "fear" and "entanglement", Ning Wujie's lips silently curled up into a very faint arc.
The foolish emperor struggled with his conscience for a while, but finally gave up.
......never mind.
He fell backward into the soft bedding and decided to give up.
Let this kid have it this time.
Although this is just one time and it won't happen again, I still have to get my revenge!
The two of them lay side by side.
"You are saying this just to make me give up on my own initiative."
Ning Wujie said shamelessly, "I am only concerned about your majesty's health."
Wen Xing snorted coldly, "I don't believe it. You disobeyed my order last night, and you are not allowed to make excuses."
Ning Wujie glanced at him sideways, helpless: "Then what do you want, Your Majesty?"
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes, thinking for a moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Since you are so disobedient, I will summon your father and brother back to the capital and let them discipline you properly."
Wen Xing felt that he could no longer just threaten Ning Wujie verbally. He had to keep his brother under his nose and be able to summon him at any time. Only then would this guy consider his relatives and restrain himself.
Otherwise, as an emperor, where is his dignity if he is repeatedly disobeyed by such a stubborn person?
Ning Wujie retracted his gaze, hiding the ambiguous emotions in his eyes, "But the northwest..."
"I've read the military report," Wen Xing interrupted. "The Shuofeng tribe has suffered a crushing defeat. Asutai has withdrawn his troops. The remaining remnants that have been harassing surrounding towns are no longer a concern. Even without your father and brother, the northwest is safe."
His voice was unmistakable.
Ning Wujie secretly clenched his fists. He should have been happy about seeing his father and brother, but he wasn't.
He felt inexplicably irritated at the thought of the tyrant emperor meeting his brother.
But he knew in his heart that he had no reason to dissuade her, so he could only respond solemnly, "Yes."
There was a silence between the two.
Until Ning Wujie spoke again: "Your Majesty, are you going back to the palace? Your Majesty is not in a position to ride a horse right now, so I have sent someone to summon the imperial carriage."
Wen Xing automatically ignored Ning Wujie's reason that it was "inconvenient to ride a horse" and thought for a moment before saying, "Go back."
Even if Ning Wujie did not summon the imperial carriage, he still planned to set off.
It's time to go back and clean up the situation.
Although he really wants to continue to play badly.
But there are people who don't want him to have peace, so he can only remove the fuel from the fire.
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The author has something to say: Stupid ruler: (angrily and violently) (shocking voice) This will not happen again!
5j:......
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