Chapter 43 This time, I will teach you a new way...
Ning Zheng stood in front of the steps, his figure like a solitary peak.
Although he is over fifty years old, the years have not bent his back. Instead, his muscles and bones have become more rugged and upright.
Hearing his eldest son's outrageous words, his pupils trembled violently. He rushed forward and slapped Ning Buhuo in the face, shouting, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"How can you actually say such nonsense that would kill all nine generations of your family?!"
Ning Buhuo's head tilted to the side by the slap, and his ears were buzzing, but he bit his back teeth fiercely and said angrily: "Do you know how Wujie has been living for the past six months! He...he..."
He couldn't continue, only two lines of tears rolled down silently.
He clenched his fist and said fiercely, "I can't swallow this!"
Ning Zheng was shocked by his eldest son's unprecedented excitement, and his heart sank.
He suddenly turned around as if he had thought of something, and looked at Ning Wujie like a hawk. "Wujie, could it be that those rumors are..."
Ning Wujie took a deep breath speechlessly, not knowing how to start.
Without waiting for Ning Wujie to speak, Ning Buhuo suddenly ripped open Ning Wujie's shirt, pointed at a red mark on it and said, "If you don't believe me, look!"
Ning Wujie's face darkened. Although he couldn't see, he could guess what was on it by following the direction Ning Buhuo pointed.
Probably caused by the sucking of the tyrant last night, he could see these marks on his neck or collarbone in the mirror lately.
Although Wen Xing no longer allowed him to do the last step after that drunken incident, other than that, the two of them were still as close as ever every night.
But this morning he was so angry at the tyrant that he didn't even notice it.
Ning Zheng's eyes widened in shock, as if he had seen something extraordinary, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Ning Wujie took a step back, quickly straightened his torn collar, cleared his throat and said, "This is..." He thought for a moment and made up a story, "A mosquito bite."
Ning Buhuo couldn't believe it. He looked at Ning Wujie with even more heartache in his eyes and burst into tears.
"Wu Jie! It's come to this point, are you still going to hide it from Dad?"
He walked forward slowly and hugged his brother again, "It's my fault."
How could he openly expose Wu Jie's wound to others? How careless and reckless!
Ning Wujie's lips twitched and his whole body stiffened.
He glanced sideways at Ning Zheng, and saw that the stern face carved by the wind and sand at the border had now cracked, and his eyes were full of pain as he looked at him.
Ning Wujie: ...
What else could he say, that he did it voluntarily?
By then, Ning Zheng would probably cut him into pieces, and Ning Buhuo would probably not only rebel, but would probably go straight into the palace with a knife and chop off the tyrant.
Ning Zheng closed his eyes for a long time before he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, with an almost tragic determination: "Dad will go to the palace to seek justice for you."
"No..." Ning Wujie held his forehead, "No need."
But Ning Zheng didn't give him the chance to stop him and took a few steps out the door.
Ning Wujie: ...
He took a deep breath and wanted to chase after him, but then he thought that once he left, Ning Buhuo would definitely follow him.
The thought of the tyrant emperor meeting his brother again froze him in his tracks.
...Forget it, his father can’t convince the tyrant anyway.
The tyrant emperor has now become dependent on him, and there is no way he will let him go, whether in bed or out of bed.
Thinking of this, a cold light of determination flashed across his eyes.
*
An hour later.
Ning Buhuo had already simulated the possibility of a rebellion on the sand table in his study.
"Our forces are mainly in the northwest, with the grasslands behind us. Once we start a rebellion, we will be easily attacked from both sides. It would be better for us to first settle down in a corner and establish ourselves as king..."
Ning Wujie rubbed his throbbing temples, "Shut up."
He gave Ning Buhuo a cold look and said, "Brother, wait until Dad comes back before you say these things. Let's see if he will skin you alive."
Ning Buhuo threw a military flag back into the sand table in annoyance. The tip of the flag was pointing exactly in the direction of the capital.
He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Unjust and tyrannical ruler!"
Ning Wujie expressionlessly collected all the flags representing the Ningyuan Army on the sand table one by one. "The Ning family has been loyal for generations. How could we allow you to harbor such treasonous thoughts? Don't bring shame to our ancestors."
Ning Buhuo looked at him with a complicated look, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
I thought to myself, aren’t you bringing shame to your ancestors by doing this?
Anyway, it was a disgrace to the ancestors, so Ning Buhuo felt that being a traitor sounded better than being a treacherous and favored concubine.
To say something more outrageous, if the rebellion succeeds, it will not be a disgrace but a glory to the family.
But if he said this, his little conservative brother would definitely scold him severely again.
Thinking of this, he felt even sadder.
His brother was such a proud, upright man, but he actually...actually tried to protect him...
How did his younger brother survive these past six months?
Seeing that Ning Buhuo's eyes were looking at him strangely again, Ning Wujie's forehead twitched. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Ning Buhuo sit down on the armchair angrily, "Don't come back to the palace!"
Ning Buhuo said with a firm gaze, "You will return to the northwest today! If His Majesty blames me, I will bear the blame!"
Ning Wujie: ...
His gaze on Ning Buhuo suddenly turned cold. After staring at him for a moment, he said coldly, "I'm not leaving."
Ning Buhuo was startled at first, but then he reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll cover your retreat. Although our border troops are not allowed to bring any more troops back to the capital, we still have over a hundred of our own soldiers, all elite soldiers. If all else fails, we can ask the former soldiers from the three major camps for help. We should be able to escape the capital with more than enough."
As he spoke, he stood up, placed his palm on Ning Wujie's shoulder, and said seriously, "Don't worry, even if it costs me my life, I will definitely ensure your safe return to the northwest."
Ning Wujie couldn't help but rub his Jingmingxue fiercely, trying to suppress the urge to punch him.
"Brother, wake up! If I just leave, how will I explain this to His Majesty? Do I really want His Majesty to summon you to the palace to 'serve'?"
After he said this, he couldn't help but feel his anger rising to his heart, and the look he gave his brother was enough to freeze you to death.
Ning Buhuo's heart was shaken and he was deeply moved. "I know you are worried about me, it's okay..." He sniffed, "As long as I can protect you, I don't care what happens to me."
"Shut up!" Ning Wujie couldn't stand it anymore.
But at this moment, a servant's announcement came from outside the door: "The Marquis is back."
The two of them immediately emerged from the study. Ning Zheng, his face gloomy, strode into the main hall. He snatched up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Still seemingly unsettled by his rage, he grabbed the nearby kettle and guzzled several large gulps. Then, with a thud, he slammed the porcelain kettle down onto the table.
The force was so great that spider-web-like cracks instantly covered the surface of the porcelain pot. With a "crash", it shattered and splashed water everywhere.
Seeing their father so angry, both of them slowed down their pace.
Ning Wujie had a very ominous premonition in his heart. The tyrant emperor must have said something infuriating again. Even a calm man like his father couldn't help but drink cold water to calm his anger.
"Dad." He called out tentatively, "What's wrong?"
Ning Zheng turned around, his face so gloomy it looked like water could drip from it. He stared at his youngest son for a long moment, his lips twitching and his teeth gritting. Even his loyalty and courage couldn't suppress the humiliation. Finally, he said in a desperate voice, "Son, let's rebel."
Ning Wujie: ...
Ning Wujie took a deep breath, almost helpless, "What did His Majesty say?"
Ning Zheng's mind flashed with Wen Xing's words—
"You want Ning Wujie to go back? Sure, let your eldest son stay instead."
"Don't push your luck. I originally wanted both of them. Keeping only one is already very lenient."
"Military generals? What's wrong with military generals? I think only military generals can withstand the ordeal."
"You are all going back. Who will serve me? Oh, I see that although you are a little old, you still have your charm. Why don't you stay?"
"Bang--!"
Ning Zheng's fist slammed down on the table, creating a deep dent in the rosewood. His murderous intent was evident.
Ning Zheng closed his eyes deeply, the outline of his teeth showing through the skin of his jaw. He spoke in a low voice from between his teeth: "Don't ask."
It must have been very unpleasant to have angered his father to the point of saying he wanted to rebel, Ning Wujie thought speechlessly.
What on earth does this tyrant want to do?
Aren't you afraid that you'll really force their family to rebel? !
"Dad!" Ning Buhuo said, "Let's send Wujie back to the northwest."
"If His Majesty blames me, I will say that it was my son who sent Wujie back. I will bear the blame."
Ning Wujie finally made up his mind not to let his family continue to misunderstand him. He took a deep breath and said desperately, "Dad, actually I..."
Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly hit hard on the back of his neck. His vision went black and he fell forward, losing consciousness.
Ning Zheng caught him quickly, exchanged a glance with Ning Buhuo who had just swung his knife, and immediately understood what he meant.
He patted Ning Wujie's shoulder and sighed, "Wujie, for you this time, Daddy will disobey the order even if it costs his own life. When you return safely to the northwest, Daddy will go and apologize to His Majesty!"
After he finished speaking, he called to the servant outside the door, "Prepare the carriage!"
Two hours later.
The jolting carriage sped along the official road leading away from the outskirts of Beijing. Ning Wujie struggled to regain consciousness from the chaos. He slowly opened his eyes, only to see the swaying roof of the carriage.
He rubbed the back of his neck where he had been hit hard, and memories came flooding back.
In a moment, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he uttered through gritted teeth: "Ning, Bu, Huo——!"
*
late at night.
Without Ning Wujie's human-shaped heat pack, Wen Xing couldn't sleep well. As he tossed and turned, a cold wind carrying the chill of the night dew suddenly blew into the bedroom.
He frowned and forced himself to open his eyes in the dim, flickering candlelight. He saw the heavy palace door being pushed open a crack, and a dark shadow blending into the night slid in silently.
Wen Xing was instantly alert, all sleepiness gone, "Who?!"
The visitor closed the door behind him, isolating himself from the cold air outside the hall, and then stepped into the area covered by candlelight.
"Yes, minister."
The voice was low and hoarse, like someone who had been through a lot.
"Ning Wujie?" Wen Xing rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked carefully in the candlelight. He saw the young man, wrapped in cold air, enter the inner hall, his face as gloomy as water, and then he went behind the screen to change his clothes.
Through the plain silk screen, one could vaguely see a tall figure neatly taking off his cold-weather veil, the buckle of his belt making a slight sound.
"Aren't you allowed to take a day off today?" Wen Xing propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes following the shadow behind the screen.
Ning Wujie's movements paused imperceptibly, followed by a faster rustling sound. A moment later, his cold voice came, filled with suppressed anger: "No more rest."
Wen Xing glanced through the window at the inky black night sky, his brows furrowed. "The palace gates were already locked. How did you get in?"
The person behind the screen didn't respond. Before long, Ning Wujie had changed into a moon-white, loose-fitting robe and slowly walked out from behind the screen.
The young man had disheveled black hair and still looked cold as he walked up to Wen Xing under the dim light.
Wen Xing looked up and saw the other person's gloomy face, as if water could drip out of it. In contrast, his eyes were slightly red, with anger surging in them.
Wen Xing probably guessed the reason.
After all, Ning Zheng and Ning Buhuo both looked unhappy when they left.
Ning Zheng was even more furious with him. Although the old man concealed it very well, he could still see the rage in his eyes.
Is the whole family going to rebel?
He raised his lip playfully, adding fuel to the fire, "What is your crime for trespassing into the palace?"
Ning Wujie leaned over, supporting himself on the bed with his hands on both sides of Wen Xing's body, "confining" Wen Xing in a restrained posture, and looking at him with a gaze as cold as ice.
"I have the badge of the Supervisory Office and am not subject to the palace's jurisdiction."
His voice was low and contained a hint of dangerous sarcasm. "Why, Your Majesty, are you so anxious to sentence me to death so you can make room for me and find a new lover?"
Ning Wujie leaned down and closed the distance. Wen Xing then saw a fresh abrasion on the other person's cheekbone. The wound was not long, but it was sharp and distinct. A few tiny beads of blood were slowly oozing out, which looked particularly glaring on the jade-white skin.
His attention was completely diverted, and he reached out to touch the other person's wound, blood staining his fingertips. The red and white contrasted sharply, like a red plum blossom falling on the snow.
"How did you do that?"
Ning Wujie's mind flashed back to the scene of himself knocking down the guards and seizing the car, and anger surged in his eyes. He couldn't help but close his eyes deeply, and in his heart, he once again chopped Ning Buhuo a thousand times.
His eyes were heavy, and he said unhappily, "Thanks to Your Majesty, I almost couldn't come back."
He was almost sent back to the northwest by his "good father and brother". If he had woken up half a day later, I'm afraid the carriage would have been thousands of miles away.
Wen Xing:?
His expression suddenly became stern, "The Queen Mother has taken action again?"
He had placed people under house arrest in the palace, yet he still refused to give up.
Ning Wujie: ...
Seeing Wen Xing's sudden concern, his eyes moved slightly, and the words he was about to refute were between his teeth, but he swallowed them back and instead said "hmm" ambiguously.
Wen Xing was slightly surprised. Is it true?
A hint of anger flared between his brows, and he said harshly, "It seems she's having a very comfortable time in the palace."
Ning Wujie, who had put the blame on the Empress Dowager, showed no shame at all. Instead, he added fuel to the fire, his voice carrying a subtle hint of fear: "After all, the situation outside the palace is not as good as your Majesty's. The Supervisory Department is responsible for the protection. I think it is safer to return to your Majesty's side."
Wen Xing nodded, "Don't leave the palace recently."
Ning Wujie's lips lifted up slightly.
Wen Xing thought for a moment and said, "Why not summon your father and brother into the palace as well, just in case the Queen Mother takes action against them..."
Before he could finish his words, his lips were blocked. Ning Wujie's tongue aggressively pried open his teeth, biting him with a punishing bite, swallowing up the remaining words.
Wen Xing said vaguely: "Well... let me finish."
Ning Wujie didn't give him a chance, and while kissing and biting him, he gritted his teeth and said, "No need! Your father and brother are very skilled, there is no need for your majesty to worry."
Wen Xing finally managed to get some distance away from him and frowned, "Aren't you quite skilled?"
Ning Wujie: ...
He hated this tyrant so much that his teeth itched.
Is he so impatient to bring his brother into the palace?!
Does this tyrant have any heart?
He gritted his teeth and almost lied, "My humble skills were all taught by my father and brother, how can they compare? Besides... they returned to the capital with elite guards, so Your Majesty need not worry about them!"
Wen Xingxin said that when his father and brother were fighting the enemy in the northwest, this kid was very anxious, but now that his family is right in front of him, he has become heartless.
He thought Ning Wujie would take the opportunity to take leave and return to the Marquis' Mansion to enjoy family happiness.
Now I'm even more attached to him!
How can we rebel if things continue like this?!
Wen Xing's heart suddenly sank. It was true that young people are full of passion. Once they've tasted the sweetness, they're addicted to it and won't let him go, right?!
He was just about to be overwhelmed by this absurd idea, but Ning Wujie leaned over again and covered him with his warm lips.
This time, it was no longer a rough bite, but a familiar teasing. The tip of the tongue swept across his palate flexibly, entwining his tongue, teasing him to the utmost.
Ah, so comfortable.
This kid learns so fast!
Where's your pitiful sense of shame? Where's your awe-inspiring pride? Have you lost it all?
The chastity arch has been shattered into pieces, right?!
But, never mind...
The tyrant emperor is now aroused and wants nothing more than comfort.
I can’t care less!
He suddenly turned over and pressed the man under him.
In his condescending gaze, the young man's ink-black hair fell on the couch, and his eyes, which were always filled with stubbornness and coldness, were now covered with a layer of misty water vapor, with the corners of his eyes stained with an emotional pink.
The fresh scrape on his right cheek made him look even more vulnerable in the candlelight, and his entire body exuded a thrilling sense of brokenness.
Wen Xing's narrow eyes narrowed dangerously as he admired the beauty beneath him. He suddenly took a deep breath and leaned down with an irresistible force.
"This time, I will teach you a new way..."
Although it was comfortable, he still couldn't accept lying down there psychologically.
But it doesn’t matter, there are still many things the two of them can do.
Perhaps constantly lowering this person's bottom line and reshaping his or her three views is another way for him to gain "comfort."
Just thinking about it made him excited.
It even excites him more than physical conquest.
Ning Wujie did not struggle. He wrapped one arm around Wen Xing's thin waist and held the back of his neck firmly with his other hand in an absolutely controlling posture.
Feeling the body of the person in his arms starting to heat up, the tiny light of the candle fell into his slightly opened dark eyes.
See, you can't live without me.
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The author has something to say: 5j (mad): Who asked them to come back? Let them go back to the northwest!!!
Tyrant: Hehehehe
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