Chapter 51 "I say, I love Your Majesty!"...
Xishan Summer Palace.
The palace was built beside the mountain and the water, with springs flowing into streams that meander between pavilions and towers.
The gurgling sound of water takes away the scorching heat of midsummer, leaving only the refreshing coolness.
Xinghe dove into the water, swam two circles as nimbly as a fish, and emerged from the water. He wiped his face and waved excitedly to the people in the pavilion: "Master! Come down quickly! It's so cool!"
In the water pavilion, Wen Xing was wearing only a thin chiffon nightgown, lying lazily on a purple bamboo couch.
He waved his hands and said lazily, "You can play, I don't know how to do it."
It’s not that I don’t know how to swim, it’s just that I find swimming too tiring.
A cool breeze blew in from the water, bringing bursts of refreshing coolness. He half-closed his eyes, sighing contentedly like a cat caressed by the gentle breeze.
Ning Wujie was sitting on the edge of the couch, pressing down on Wen Xing's lower back slowly with moderate force.
Through the thin fabric, the fingertips can clearly feel the softness and warmth of the skin underneath.
The smooth waistline trembled unconsciously occasionally as he pressed on it, scratching his heart like a feather.
He took several deep breaths, trying to suppress his wandering thoughts.
However, the person under his control was restless and kept making sounds of satisfaction.
"Hmm~~" the ending tone rose slightly, "Yes, yes... Isn't Ning Qing's massage technique quite good? Harder..."
The voice was like a hook, drilling straight into the heart of people.
The tips of Ning Wujie's ears were so red that they seemed to bleed. The heat that was suppressed surged up again. His calm eyes quickly turned dark, and the light red at the corners of his eyes was gradually smoked into crimson by the heat.
"Wow~~ so comfortable~~"
Ning Wujie's fingertips trembled, he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and stood up suddenly.
Wen Xing, who was enjoying the massage, suddenly felt lost. He turned around and looked at the person dissatisfied, "What's wrong?"
Ning Wujie looked away, not daring to look at him. His voice was tense and a barely perceptible hoarseness in it, "Your Majesty... stop shouting."
Wen Xing saw Ning Wujie's almost ripe earlobes, his taut back like a fully drawn bowstring, and the outline of his clenched teeth, as if he was enduring something.
Wen Xing slowly turned around, holding up his chin and looking at Ning Wujie's extremely embarrassed look. He also caught a glimpse of the palace servants standing around him, who had already lowered their heads as low as possible, with their eyes on their noses and their noses on their hearts.
He raised his lips, a sly smile in his eyes, "But Ning Qing's service has made my whole body feel comfortable, like I've reached heaven. I'm so comfortable, it's natural for me to cry out. It's human nature, how can I resist?"
Ning Wujie: ...
What kind of lewd language is this?! It's even more embarrassing than the previous one.
Wen Xing continued, "In the past, Ning Qing always refused, saying he was afraid he wouldn't be able to serve me well enough. Now it seems it's not that he's not able to serve me well enough, it's that he simply doesn't want to serve me. Ning Qing, tell me, does this count as deceiving the emperor?"
He said quietly, "How should I punish you?"
Ning Wujie: ...
He just knew it.
This tyrant will never give up unless he finds a way to stir up trouble.
He turned his face away, and the heat in his body cooled down, and his voice became three times colder. "It is at your Majesty's discretion."
"Then I'll punish you..." Wen Xing dragged out the last word, staring at Ning Wujie's beautiful thin lips and said, "Serve me well tonight, and I'll use your..."
He didn't finish the rest of the words, but Ning Wujie, who had been influenced by this tyrant, understood what he said. His ears turned red and he clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could dig his nails into the flesh of his palms to extinguish the shame and anger.
Although I have been hanging out with this tyrant recently, I have seen almost all of his tricks, as bad company breeds bad behavior.
But what the tyrant mentioned was what always made him most ashamed and angry.
The more embarrassed he was, the more the tyrant liked it and kept pestering him for it.
He was deliberately going against him!
At this moment, Ning Zheng and Ning Buhuo came to ask for an audience with the emperor. While waiting for the message outside the pavilion, they heard Wen Xing's shouting and words just now without missing a word.
Ning Zheng's face turned pale.
What about "serving," "as if ascending to heaven," and "so comfortable I want to scream out"? What kind of words are these?!
In broad daylight, in this pavilion, there is...
Ning Zheng even heard from the conversation that Ning Wujie was unwilling to serve the tyrant emperor before, and was even charged with deceiving the emperor. He didn't know how he would be tortured tonight!
Ning Zheng staggered, holding his chest with his hands, feeling heartbroken, and a surge of blood rushed to his head.
There is no time to delay, he must rescue the people tonight!
Ning Buhuo had a look of understanding and pride on his face.
As expected of his brother! Listen to the noise, His Majesty has been completely subdued!
Wujie must have carefully studied the fire-proof map he gave him.
It's all thanks to him!
The attendant approached the emperor and announced, "Your Majesty, Ning Zheng, Marquis of Ningyuan, and Ning Buhuo, General of the Cavalry, request an audience."
Wen Xing lazily said, "Announce."
Ning Wujie seemed to have found a savior and breathed a sigh of relief, but then he heard the tyrant emperor say, "Since Ning Qing is unwilling to serve me, I will not force you. It just so happens that your brother is here, and his cooking skills are not bad either."
Ning Wujie: ...
He didn't know why, it was just a massage, but when he thought about this tyrant yelling like that under his brother's hands, his face darkened.
He took a few deep breaths and sat down on the edge of the couch again.
Wen Xing smiled, pulled his hand and placed it on her waist, "Hurry up."
Ning Zheng and his son were led in by attendants, and saw Wen Xing pulling Ning Wujie's hand and putting it on his waist.
Ning Wujie looked reluctant and even tried to pull his hand back.
Ning Zheng's pupils trembled violently.
Your Majesty is truly...shameless!
Wen Xing lifted his eyelids, saw the two of them, and asked, "What does Ning Hou want?"
Ning Zheng calmed himself down, suppressing the rage and humiliation surging in his heart. He said in a tense voice, "It has been over a month since we returned to the capital. It is time to return to the northwest."
Wen Xing raised his eyebrows and said "Oh", feeling a little disappointed.
He had said so many unpleasant things before to provoke this family, but failed to force them to rebel. Now that they are leaving, doesn't he have no chance?
Are you going to let him go just like that?
Ning Zheng then added, "Now that the Queen Mother's faction has been destroyed, the Wang family has also been implicated. I believe that to prevent those with ulterior motives from taking advantage of the turmoil at court to stir up unrest and provoke war on the border, a great general is needed in the northwest."
Wen Xing nodded: "That makes sense."
Ning Wujie frowned, turned his head to look at Ning Zheng, and an ominous guess arose in his mind.
As expected, the next moment, Ning Zheng said, "Also, the border towns in the northwest have been repeatedly harassed by guerrilla attacks from the Shuofeng tribe in recent days, and the Ningyuan army is short-handed. To avoid further chaos, please, Your Majesty, release Wujie to return to the northwest to assist us."
Wen Xing raised his eyebrows, straightened up and leaned back on the soft pillow, and began to think about this problem seriously.
Let Ning Wujie return to the northwest?
It’s not impossible, but how can we force people to rebel in this way?
The previous counter-attack strategy was clearly ineffective.
He recalled that his so-called "visit" not only failed to force Ning Wujie to rebel, but also got himself involved.
Although Ning Wujie never gave in to him in a sexual position again, how should I put it, the relationship between the two of them in bed is now very harmonious, with each helping each other.
He even tasted the sweetness...
Wen Xing held his forehead speechlessly, deeply despising his own lust.
So, if he lets the person go back now, can he try another method to force him to rebel?
For example, follow the example of the previous dynasty and reduce the power of the feudal lords?
Wasn’t Emperor Yongle forced to rebel because of the reduction of the feudal system?
Thinking this way, he agreed deeply and was about to agree immediately, but he heard Ning Wujie refuse outright: "I won't go back."
Ning Zheng glared at Ning Wujie fiercely, "Wujie! Stop being so willful! Right now, the political situation is turbulent, the border is unstable, and the northwest is in need of people. You can't mess around."
Ning Wujie refuted: "It is precisely because of the turmoil in the court that I cannot leave the center."
"The royalists have just been purged, and there are still so many things to deal with. How can I withdraw at this time and let Your Majesty deal with it alone?"
Your Majesty killed dozens of royalists in one breath, causing an uproar in the court and the country. It was a time when everyone was in danger and the situation was extremely dangerous.
Wen Xing turned his head to look at Ning Wujie.
Although it was a little touching, it was more of a horror.
This kid really became attached to him after getting a taste of the goodness.
Look, he could have provoked anyone else, but he had to provoke a hot-blooded young man. Once her chastity arch was broken, she would be inseparable from him without any bottom line.
What do they call this?
Wen Xing thought about it and defined this relationship as: sex buddies.
The novelty hasn't worn off yet.
Ning Zheng was furious and was about to refute, but Ning Buhuo pulled his sleeve.
Ning Buhuo shook his head slightly at his father, his eyes signaling him to calm down.
Ning Zheng then suppressed his anger and thought that he should not be impulsive. Perhaps Wujie was afraid that His Majesty would be angry, so he expressed his opinion first.
His sons’ situation was so difficult, yet he always cared about them!
Ning Buhuo hurriedly said, "It is my father who is deeply concerned about the border. I hope Your Majesty will not blame me."
Wen Xing waved his hand, intending to let him go: "It's okay, Ning Qing can actually..."
But Ning Buhuo was heard talking to himself: "After Wujie helps His Majesty sort out the remnants of the Central King's Party, it won't be too late to return to the northwest."
Wen Xing: ...
Don't give up so quickly, can you hold on a little longer?
He was about to agree.
Go back and wait for him to reduce the power of the feudal lords, and then start a rebellion!
Then he was disappointed to see Ning Buhuo pulling his unwilling old father and about to leave.
But Ning Wujie turned and said to him, "Your Majesty, I still have something to discuss with my father and brother, so I will take my leave first."
Wen Xing didn't make things difficult for him, and waved his hand, "Go ahead."
The father and his two sons withdrew.
Wen Xing turned his gaze towards Xinghe, who was having a blast playing in the stream. With a curved brow, he covered his lips with his hands and made a loudspeaker gesture: "Xinghe! Catch a fish! I want to eat grilled fish."
"oh!"
Xinghe responded, and as expected, he stared at the stream intently and started catching fish.
The Ning family, father and son, walked along the waterside corridor until they reached a secluded moon gate. Ning Wujie stopped and turned to the two of them, saying, "Dad, big brother, I made it very clear last time. I'm not going back to the northwest. Please don't cause any more trouble."
Ning Zheng looked at his youngest son, heartbroken. He placed his large palm on Ning Wujie's shoulder and squeezed it hard. "I know you're trying so hard, but I won't let you be humiliated again, even if it costs me my life!"
Ning Wujie rubbed his brows, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue: "I don't..."
Ning Buhuo interrupted: "Dad, didn't I tell you last time? We Wujie won't suffer any loss! Don't worry." As he said that, he winked at Ning Wujie.
Ning Wujie's eyebrows twitched. What did he mean by "not being able to suffer a loss"?! What did that idiot Ning Buhuo say to his father again?
Ning Zheng waved his hands, not wanting to hear anything. "Father doesn't understand what you're saying." He pointed at Ning Wujie and angrily shouted at his eldest son, "Didn't you hear what I said just now? His Majesty wants Wujie tonight..."
Having said this, he gritted his teeth, choked and could hardly continue speaking. He covered his chest again, as if he was about to faint from anger.
Ning Wujie: ...
He took a deep breath and finally decided that he had to make things clear, otherwise he didn't know what his father and brother would do.
He looked at Ning Zheng with a calm expression, "Dad. I'm not leaving, not for you. It's for myself."
He met Ning Zheng's surprised gaze and spoke word by word, "It's me who doesn't want to leave. It's me who likes Your Majesty."
Ning Zheng's pupils slowly widened, and the hand that was pinching Ning Wujie's shoulder suddenly exerted force, causing Ning Wujie to frown.
He raised his voice incredibly high, his voice trembling: "What did you say?"
Ning Wujie looked at his father without any averted gaze. His voice was not loud, but it was resounding. "I like Your Majesty. I stay by Your Majesty's side of my own accord."
He paused as he spoke, his voice cold and resolute, "I can't leave him."
Ning Buhuo gasped and was stunned.
Being forced to serve someone is one thing, but being deeply in love is another. He was so shocked by his brother's shocking confession that his whole body froze, his lips slightly parted.
Ning Zheng was struck by lightning, his face turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with shock, anger and disbelief.
His fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound. His eyes were fixed on Ning Wujie, as if he wanted to tear his son apart with his gaze. He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You... say it again."
Ning Wujie met his father's angry gaze without hesitation, his eyes as cold as a pond filled with determination, "I said, I love Your Majesty!"
“Bang!”
A heavy slap hit Ning Wujie's face, causing it to tilt to one side, leaving clear fingerprints on his jade-white face.
The young man tilted his head, the determination in his eyes not diminished at all. He paused for a long time before slowly turning his head and meeting his father's furious gaze, he said, "Dad..."
Ning Zheng roared, his voice hoarse and trembling with anger: "Do you know what you are saying?!"
"He is His Majesty!"
"I know!" Ning Wujie did not give in, his eyes still stubborn.
“Snap—”
Another slap came.
Ning Zheng couldn't believe his son's self-righteous words. He pointed in the direction of the waterside pavilion not far away and said, "Sooner or later, he will be crowned as the Empress and have many children! Is it possible that he will end his family line just for you?!"
"What will you do then?!"
"He's taken a fancy to you today, but what about tomorrow?! Last time, he even said he wanted to take your brother in! How can such a shameless, lustful and incompetent emperor be worthy of your true heart?"
Ning Wujie closed his eyes deeply, his eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes, and trembling slightly.
Of course he knew all this!
Ning Zheng was so angry that his fingers were shaking, his breathing was heavy, and his neck was red with veins bulging.
He said with a look of dismay, "Our Ning family commands 200,000 Ningyuan troops! We are already feared by many. Do you know what it means for you to covet His Majesty?!"
"If His Majesty had even the slightest suspicion of you, thinking that you coveted not him but..."
Ning Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Our family is finished!"
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled violently, and the hot blood in his body suddenly cooled down.
It’s not that he hasn’t thought about this, but every time he thinks of it, he always subconsciously avoids it.
This is also the fundamental reason why he never dared to reveal his true feelings to His Majesty.
What if Your Majesty doesn't believe him and thinks that what he wants is not Your Majesty, but... the Dachen Kingdom.
He couldn't bear even the slightest suspicion.
In the eyes of the emperor, favoring his ministers is one thing, just for fun, and he can stop at any time.
But if he is being targeted by his subjects, especially a subject like him who has a lot of power and authority in his hands, it is hard to believe that he has no improper thoughts.
Ning Wujie spoke calmly, as if talking to himself, "I won't let His Majesty know."
All he had to do was to be a favorite who was "forced" to serve the emperor.
He raised his eyes, his gaze became firm again, looking at Ning Zheng, and said again with certainty: "I will definitely not..."
His voice stopped abruptly, as if cut off by a sharp blade.
His gaze passed over Ning Zheng's shoulder and fixed on a nearby old, leafy tree. A figure in a white shirt had been standing there. The figure was leaning against the tree trunk, arms folded, looking at him lazily.
His expression suddenly turned stern.
A bone-chilling chill rose from the soles of my feet.
He could barely suppress the trembling in his voice, "...Your Majesty."
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The author has something to say: I know you are anxious, but please don’t be anxious yet, let His Majesty try harder, I can only say that it will be soon.
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