Chapter 40 Let your body never leave me again...
At dusk, the emperor's procession suddenly appeared on the official road outside the imperial manor, still marching in a mighty manner, and was about to arrive.
The children playing outside the door saw such a big scene from afar and watched curiously.
“There are so many people.”
"It seems to be coming towards us."
"They're soldiers! Lots of them! More than the county magistrate's runners!"
"Mom!" A child, frightened by the armored soldiers leading the way, shuddered and stumbled back into the yard. "Mom! The soldiers are coming! They're here to arrest us!"
This shout scared the other children out of their wits, and they all started chattering and yelling, "The soldiers are coming to arrest us! Run!"
Some disaster victims were called out by children, and they were so scared when they saw the scene that their legs went weak.
"Oh my God!" A man collapsed to the ground, his face pale. "It's all over! Da Zhuang and his gang must have been so audacious the other day, running to the city gate and cursing the 'dog emperor' and causing trouble. Now... now the old emperor has sent his troops to arrest them!"
"Quick! Go and inform Dazhuang and the others! Tell them to run from the back mountain!"
"I'll go inform the great official!"
*
In the emperor's bedroom.
Wen Xing was still feeling weak. After resting for most of the day, he recovered some strength, but it was still not enough for him.
So he hung on Ning Wujie like a dried salted fish, with his arms around the back of his neck, and let Ning Wujie help him change his clothes.
Ning Wujie didn't mind the trouble, but just let Wen Xing hang there. He put his arms around Wen Xing's back, and with a "whoosh" he spread out his robe and draped it over his shoulders.
The person on his body was limp and powerless, with his head drooping at the side of his neck. With every breath he took, warm air flowed across his skin, stirring up weak electric currents.
Ning Wujie suppressed the trembling caused by the breath, lifted Wen Xing's limp arm and tucked it into his sleeve.
After putting on his sleeves, he tried to help the man stand up, but the tyrant's feet seemed to have no bones, and once he was free from Ning Wujie's support, he immediately slid down.
Ning Wujie was quick to grab the emperor's waist and pull him back into his arms. He said helplessly, "Your Majesty, please stand still. I will tie your belt for you."
Wen Xing's head swayed and fell forward, his voice thick with nasal sounds, still in a gambling tone: "I have no strength, I can't stand."
He thought he was speaking in a stern voice, but because he was too tired, his voice was as soft as a cat's.
The cat's scratches made Ning Wujie feel itchy inside.
The young man's ears warmed, and he urged, "How about, Your Majesty, rest a few more days at the manor?"
Wen Xing shook his head, "No need, it doesn't matter where we rest."
Anyway, he doesn't have to walk the road or wear clothes, just have someone to serve him.
Moreover, he is particular about his bed.
Although the things in this imperial manor were good, he still liked his own dragon bed more. He had people build the one in Tangquan Palace based on his own dragon bed, which was why he could live there for so long.
Ning Wujie had no choice but to take the belt and fumble to tie it on the man in the same way the man was hanging on him.
At this moment, the panicked cry of the victims came from outside the door: "Master!"
"The soldiers are coming! There are so many of them! Sir, please run! Leave us alone!"
Wen Xing was puzzled, "What are they talking about?"
Ning Wujie was about to go out to check, but Wen Xing grabbed his sleeve.
The tyrant emperor issued an order: "You can't leave. For today, you will be my legs."
Ning Wujie: ...
I feel a little regretful that I was not careful enough last night and made the other person suffer so much.
but......
Ning Wujie recalled Wen Xing at that time——
There were physiological tears in her icy eyes, tiny tears hanging on her eyelashes. She pulled him at him with her blank eyes, panting and crying, not letting him go.
How could he still control it?
Just recalling that scene, he felt a warmth in his lower abdomen.
He quickly diverted his attention and forced himself not to think about it anymore.
The tyrant emperor raised his arms and ordered again as if it was a matter of course: "Hold me."
Ning Wujie had no choice but to pick the man up and walk out the door.
Several disaster victims were kneeling on the ground, their faces filled with despair and guilt.
One of the victims saw him and started apologizing profusely, "Sir! There are so many soldiers outside! They must be here to arrest us! Run! Don't let us get you into trouble!"
Wen Xing frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
His voice was still a little hoarse and he spoke weakly.
One of the victims quickly explained, "There are so many soldiers and officials outside. It's terrifying! It's all Dazhuang's fault for causing trouble at the city gate the other day and cursing that damned emperor! Now we're getting our comeuppance!"
"It's all our fault. We've caused trouble for the great official!"
Hearing the words "Dog Emperor" again, Ning Wujie's forehead twitched and he said coldly, "You're mistaken. They're not here to arrest anyone."
He immediately guessed that the arrival must be the imperial procession, so he ignored the frightened victims, held Wen Xing in his arms, and walked steadily towards the gate of the imperial farm.
The victims looked at each other in confusion, but seeing Ning Wujie so confident, they plucked up the courage to follow him.
So, outside the gate of the imperial manor.
The imperial procession was parked in a grand procession on the open plain in front of the village.
The moment when Ning Wujie held Wen Xing and calmly stepped out of the threshold of the imperial manor.
The sound of people kneeling suddenly became one, and then there was a roar of cheering.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, long live your Majesty!"
The shouts of thousands of people rang out at the same time, and the sound waves rolled through the sky.
The victims following the two were instantly petrified.
Long live?
Long live which one?
They were stunned as they watched Ning Wujie, holding someone in his arms, stride onto the Nine-Dragon Paladin parked at the front of the team.
Aunt Zhang opened her mouth wide, her eyes nearly popping out of her head, and pointed a trembling finger at Ning Wujie, "He, he, he, he is the Emperor?!"
"Isn't he a guard?"
Fu Wenxin held his forehead with his hand, "The one the guard is holding in his arms is the Emperor."
"What?!"
The jaws of the victims almost dropped to the ground.
"The great official is the Emperor?!"
"Doctor Fu, you knew this a long time ago?! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Fu Wenxin said apologetically, "I'm sorry, His Majesty didn't let me say it yesterday."
Someone else was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and vomited out his soul, saying, "So, did I call the emperor a 'dog emperor' in front of him yesterday?"
Wouldn't he be torn into pieces by five horses?!
Fu Wenxin patted the victim's shoulder sympathetically and said soothingly, "Don't worry, His Majesty is a very kind person and won't blame you."
Aunt Zhang looked hesitant. "But... aren't they all saying he's a tyrant? Didn't the Imperial Observatory even ask him to issue an edict of repentance?"
"But he doesn't look like that to me."
"How can a tyrant emperor be so good?"
Take them in, provide them with food and clothing, and let them live in such a beautiful farm.
No one has blamed them for calling him "dog emperor" to his face.
"Could it be that... the Imperial Observatory made a mistake?"
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
But at this moment, Aunt Zhang seemed to have thought of something. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she clenched her fist. "Then the sweetheart that His Majesty mentioned yesterday, could it be that treacherous minister he favored? What was her name?"
"rather......"
Ning what? I can't remember.
Everyone suddenly understood, "No wonder he said he couldn't get her, and yet he wanted to give her all his property away. It turns out he loves a man!"
It would be fine if an ordinary person fell in love with a man, but he is an emperor, so it is doomed to be fruitless!
At this point, Aunt Zhang looked at Wen Xing with even more sympathy, and said pointedly, "It's no wonder that Your Majesty was slandered by the Imperial Observatory."
While everyone was still discussing, they saw the emperor waved over here and pointed in the direction of Fu Wenxin.
Fu Wenxin and Wen Xing looked at each other, then pointed at themselves. After confirming that the other party was calling her, they hurried forward.
Seeing that the "fellow villager" was summoned by the tyrant again, Ning Wujie frowned slowly, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes.
He turned and got into the car, placing Wen Xing on the cushion.
Fu Wenxin followed him into the carriage.
Wen Xing invited everyone to sit down and said straight to the point: "Fellow countryman, can you give me your contact information?"
Ning Wujie frowned.
Although the wording was strange, Ning Wujie still understood it.
Is this a long-term relationship?
Fu Wenxin hesitated for a moment, glanced at Ning Wujie, and seemed to be in a dilemma.
Wen Xing understood and ordered, "Ning Wujie, go wait outside."
Ning Wujie's eyes suddenly turned cold.
It's only been two days, and these two people have to avoid him when talking?
The glare he cast at the woman grew increasingly hostile, practically solidifying into actual hostility. His chest heaved as he suppressed the surging anger, ultimately retreating as he was told.
He was just a little angry when he left the house, and slammed the car door open with a loud noise.
When Fu Wenxin heard the name Wen Xing called, his face froze.
Then she looked at Ning Wujie's angry back, then looked at Wen Xing, and suddenly covered her mouth and whispered, "Ning Wujie?!"
"Emperor Zhou Wu?!"
Wen Xing nodded calmly.
Fu Wenxin pointed at Wen Xing, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "You...you and Emperor Wu of Zhou?!"
Ahhhhhh!
The last emperor of the previous dynasty, and the founding emperor of the new dynasty who killed him?!
What kind of love-hate relationship is this? It's even better!
It's not that she hadn't heard of the messages about the current emperor, but she was not interested in court affairs. She only knew that the emperor favored a treacherous minister, and she never imagined that the treacherous minister was Emperor Wu of Zhou himself.
Fu Wenxin gave his fellow villager a thumbs-up and said admiringly, "You really know how to play!"
Wen Xing recalled his ridiculous behavior with Ning Wujie last night, held his forehead, and had no way to refute.
He coughed lightly and got back to the point: "He's gone, you can tell me now."
Fu Wenxin nodded. "I'm a traveling doctor with no fixed place to live. I usually only come back to the clinic in the suburbs of Beijing once every few months." As she spoke, she took off a shell-shaped token from her belt and handed it over.
It was a palm leaf made of giant clam, white and smooth, shiny enough to reflect a person's reflection, with layers of tidal patterns finely carved on it. When the sun shone on it, it was faintly translucent, as if there were waves flowing through it.
"This is a token from Tingchaoyuan. Take it to any bookstore and tell them you're looking for 'Huichunke'. They'll deliver the message for us."
Wen Xing pinched the cool palm leaf, and the system in his mind once again extracted the key words: Tingchaoyuan——
The largest underground intelligence organization in the underworld, it is an intelligence dealer on the surface, but it has already woven a huge network in secret. Almost all the bookstores, brothels, taverns, clinics, etc. in Dachen have its spies.
Fu Wenxin shrugged and said helplessly, "It's because we're in an ancient world. We don't have WeChat, so we have to use this."
Wen Xing wasn't surprised by Fu Wenxin's identity as the "Rejuvenator." He simply stared at the powerful palm leaf talisman, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "Such an important token, and you're using it as WeChat?"
Shouldn't this be something used to transmit confidential information?
Fu Wenxin crossed his arms and said "Hi" nonchalantly, "I won't get involved in the complicated affairs of the organization. It's too troublesome. I'm just a doctor. I only care about treating patients and saving lives."
Wen Xing thought that with her unrestrained and unconcealed appearance, her identity must have been exposed long ago, so she only "happened" to meet those disaster victims.
A hermit from Tingchaoyuan rescued a group of refugees, who, having listened to the astrological interpretation of the Imperial Observatory, blamed the emperor for all the disasters.
So if Fu Wenxin had been more careful and used the intelligence system of Tingchao Academy to help him, his reputation of being "unworthy of his position" would probably have spread throughout the world overnight.
By then, people's hearts will be unstable, questioning the legitimacy of imperial power, and it is not impossible that they will even rise up under the banner of "opposing the tyrant."
Wen Xing's eyes moved, "Can I ask you for a favor? I may need to borrow the power of Tingchaoyuan."
Fu Wenxin said sternly, "You helped me resettle the disaster victims, so I already owe you a favor. Tell me what I can do."
Wen Xingxin said that resettling the disaster victims should be his responsibility as the emperor, but since Fu Wenxin regarded this as a favor.
Then he won't be polite.
"I hope that Tingchaoyuan will compile a few palace secrets about Ning Wujie and me as top-secret intelligence. When the time is right, wait for my notification and then disseminate it."
Fu Wenxin was stunned. She stared at Wen Xing for a long moment, then gave him another thumbs-up. "Such an important forum for public opinion, I thought you would use it to smack the Imperial Observatory and clear your name, but I didn't expect you to use it to frame yourself."
"As expected of you."
The true nature of a tyrant!
Wen Xing thought to himself that he had no choice. If he wanted to pass the throne to Ning Wujie in the future, he had to let someone take it over with good reason.
So he hooked his finger at Fu Wenxin and said in a low voice, "Just make it up like this..."
*
Ning Wujie waited outside for a long time before he saw Fu Wenxin open the car door.
He looked at Fu Wenxin coldly with an unfriendly look.
What on earth could these two have to talk about that had them avoiding him for so long?
He was looking at people with a cold face, but when Fu Wenxin saw him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a meaningful smile that he couldn't suppress.
Ning Wujie looked at the strange smile and frowned even more tightly.
What are you looking at?
Fu Wenxin jumped off the imperial carriage, walked up to him and patted his shoulder, "Keep going, young man!"
Ning Wujie:?
Fu Wenxin looked him over and sighed again, "True love."
After leaving behind this incoherent sentence, the woman strode away, waving her hand without even turning back: "Goodbye!"
Ning Wujie stared at her back as she walked with a breeze, without any womanly reserve.
"Spiritual fellow villager"?
Oh.
He jumped onto the carriage in one step.
"Your Majesty." Ning Wujie's voice was filled with lingering coldness: "Do you want to leave a few people to investigate these disaster victims?"
In fact, Wen Xing had already guessed it to be almost correct.
It was likely that the Queen Mother's followers in Huainan deliberately allowed these disaster victims to enter the capital and created an opportunity for them to encounter Fu Wenxin. To do this, they didn't even need their spies to show up; they only needed to pretend to be passersby and guide the disaster victims at the critical moment.
Even the fact that the victims were making a scene at the city gates every day and everyone knew about it was probably because the Queen Mother's party's spies were fanning the flames behind the scenes.
The only variable was probably that they didn't expect that Wen Xing would casually point to a lake to rest on his way back to Beijing, and happen to meet Fu Wenxin.
There is not much point in checking these details, it is better to catch the thief in the act.
But he still said: "If you are worried, check it out."
Ning Wujie saw Xing playing with an unfamiliar palm leaf and asked, "What is this..."
Wen Xing calmly put away the leaves and said, "Nothing."
Ning Wujie's brows gradually furrowed and twisted into the shape of a "川" character.
He just asked casually, why do you want to hide?
Was it given by that woman?
He felt inexplicably irritated, as if a spark had fallen into a pile of licorice, instantly burning brighter and brighter, forming a raging fire that spread across the entire prairie.
He looked at the tyrant emperor lying lazily on the pile of soft pillows, like a cat curled up in its nest, squinting his eyes and taking a leisurely nap.
Heartless!
Wen Xing raised her eyelids and looked at him.
Huh?
This guy seems angry.
Although Wen Xing didn't understand what the other party was angry about, he saw that the anger had burned the corners of Ning Wujie's eyes red. The red blush was just right, just like the man's eyes were moist and red under the flickering candlelight last night.
There are also tiny beads of sweat sliding down to the eyebrows, reflecting the fragmented light of the lamp.
If it weren't for this kid's revenge on him, it would have been a beautiful picture.
Wen Xing said coldly, "I'm still angry, what are you angry about?"
Ning Wujie clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress his anger.
Wen Xing looked at his torn expression and beckoned him with a finger, saying lazily, "Come here."
Ning Wujie stepped forward as he was told.
As soon as he approached, he was pulled away by the tyrant.
The force was actually very weak, but he still fell on the man's dragon bed without any resistance.
"I'm so tired." The tyrant king lay on him, found a comfortable position, buried his head in the crook of his neck, and closed his eyes. "I will punish you by making you my mattress. Don't move."
Noticing the rise and fall of his chest, the tyrant king opened his eyes again and warned: "Don't get angry."
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes and looked at the heartless man, gnashing his teeth. His eyes dimmed, and he suddenly lifted the tip of Wen Xing's chin and kissed him in anger.
"Hmm..."
He held the tyrant's lips, licking and biting them hard.
One hand was around Wen Xing's waist, and the other hand was holding the back of his neck in a dangerous posture.
Something has fallen into an endless abyss and can never come back.
"Ning Wu..." Wen Xing's voice was filled with dissatisfaction. He clenched his fists and hit Ning Wujie's chest hard. He tried to retreat, but the other party grabbed his neck and made him unable to move.
What a courage!
Wen Xing struggled hard.
Can't break free.
He cursed in his heart.
However, his anger did not last long.
It’s because this kid learned it by himself and his kissing skills have improved dramatically.
After a while, he was kissed so hard that his waist and legs became weak.
Wen Xing didn't want to embarrass himself, so he simply attributed his helplessness to the fact that he was too tired last night, which made him have no strength now.
never mind......
The incompetent ruler is too lazy to struggle, so it is better to give up than to fight.
Soon, the dissatisfaction in his voice gradually dissipated, leaving only slightly trembling breathing, and the fingertips that were clutching the other person's clothes slowly loosened.
A layer of moisture covered the bottom of the blue-gray eyes, like morning mist on the lake.
Under Ning Wujie's slightly opened eyelids, a dangerous and sharp arc of light flashed in his dark eyes.
Since I can't tie your heart, then let your body be inseparable from me.
He turned over and pressed Wen Xing under him, deepening the kiss.
Gradually, suppressed gasps drifted out of the slowly moving sedan chair.
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The author has something to say: Stupid King: I haven't calmed down yet, and you still dare to be angry? Next time, it's your turn to lie down, haha.
5j: ...(kiss hard)
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