Chapter 52 Wen Xing feels that she is really a person of beauty...
Ning Zheng and Ning Buhuo suddenly turned around at the same time, and their faces turned pale when they saw Wen Xing.
Ning Zheng's fists suddenly clenched, and a thought flashed through his mind almost without hesitation.
Did you hear that?
If you hear it, then...
In just one breath, he had already gone over in his mind the process of how to suppress all officials after assassinating the emperor and how to let his old subordinates quickly control the capital.
Xinghe suddenly jumped in front of Wen Xing, with the sword drawn and pointed at the three people, and a lively white snake was held in one hand.
Xinghe stared at Ning Zheng warily, "Master, he has murderous intent."
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes.
A hint of surprise flashed through my mind.
What were these three of them plotting just now? Why was Ning Zheng looking at him with such vigilance and anger?
There was undisguised fear in Ning Buhuo's eyes.
Ning Wujie was frightened, but also had a hint of calmness as if he had made a desperate move. It was as if he had calmed down after being in a desperate situation.
Such a complicated look.
Wen Xing couldn't understand.
He patted Xinghe's shoulder and gently pushed him away. His eyes swept over the three people with different expressions. "What are you talking about? What's that expression on Ning Hou's face? Could it be..."
He curled his lips meaningfully: "Are you talking about rebellion?"
He was just joking, but he didn't expect Ning Zheng's eyes to suddenly darken. Although he quickly corrected his expression, he still caught it keenly.
Ning Zheng quickly said seriously, "Your Majesty, you are joking. How dare we interrupt? We were just chatting about some family matters."
Wen Xing raised an eyebrow.
Could it be that his previous acts of coercion have finally taken effect?
Although the reaction time was a bit long, Wen Xing was still very relieved.
Ning Buhuo stepped forward and stood in front of his father, saying with a wry smile, "Don't be offended, Your Majesty. My father and my brother just had a disagreement and are very angry."
As he spoke, he seemed afraid Wen Xing wouldn't believe him, and pointed at Ning Wujie's face. "Look, Wujie even got a slap mark from my father."
Wen Xing's gaze finally fell on Ning Wujie's face. Sure enough, a faint blush marked his jade-white cheek. The alertness and composure in his eyes seemed to have vanished. Now, Ning Wujie stubbornly glanced away, his lips tightly pursed, a trace of grievance etched in his crimson eyes.
Wen Xing frowned slightly. "How did Ning Qing make Marquis Ning angry?" He waved at the people, "Come here."
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes and walked over slowly.
Only when the other party came up to him did he see the fingerprint clearly. Although Ning Wujie still had that icy face, the light red fingerprint, against the crimson corners of his eyes, made Wen Xing feel that Ning Wujie looked pitiful.
He reached out and stroked the other's cheek, his thumb brushing across Ning Wujie's skin, and then said to Ning Hou, "Ning Hou is indeed strict in managing his family."
"Ning Qing is already eighteen years old and a high-ranking official. So many people are paying attention to him. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to slap him in the face?"
Ning Zheng lowered his head, hiding the emotions surging in his eyes, "Your Majesty is right in your teachings, it was I who lost my temper."
Wen Xing asked again, "Has Lord Ning finished teaching you a lesson? Is there anything else?"
Ning Zheng glanced at Ning Wujie, who was standing beside Wen Xing with his head down. His look reminded him of a puppy who had been wronged outside and came home to act coquettishly with his owner. He couldn't help but clench his fists, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, we will take our leave." After that, he turned and left.
Ning Buhuo gave Ning Wujie a last worried look, sighed silently, and quickly followed his father's pace.
Wen Xing looked at the father and son's departing backs suspiciously, and gave Xinghe a look. The latter blinked and understood.
Then I heard Xing pretend to say, "Xinghe, go grill the fish."
Xinghe immediately responded: "Yes, Master!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared in a flash.
The father and son walked out of the palace gate. Looking around and seeing that there was no one else around, Ning Zheng stopped and said solemnly, "We can't delay any longer."
If he delayed any further, he was afraid that Ning Wujie would become deeply in love and there would be no turning back.
Ning Buhuo said with some worry, "Dad, what do you want to do? Wujie is not going to go back to the northwest with us."
Ning Zheng glanced back at the palace gate, a fierce look flashing in his eyes, "It's not up to him!"
Not far away, on a lush old tree, Xinghe hung from a branch, his aura almost subdued. Seeing them go away, Xinghe climbed down from the tree and quietly followed.
In the courtyard.
Wen Xing's fingertips lingered on the side of Ning Wujie's face and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Ning Wujie's eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to press the other person's wrist, and responded vaguely: "Yeah."
Wen Xing was dissatisfied: "They say you shouldn't hit someone in the face, your father's temper is too explosive."
As he spoke, he tried to pull his wrist out but failed. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ning Wujie in confusion.
The young man lowered his eyes, and there was a tiny glimmer of light in his deep pools of eyes, bright and full, as if there were thousands of grievances stored in them.
Wen Xing's heart felt inexplicably soft, as if being gently scratched by a feather. He asked inexplicably, "Then, shall I rub it for you?"
A gleam of light flashed in Ning Wujie's eyes, and he nodded slightly with the corners of his lips pressed down.
Wen Xing placed his slightly warm palm against Ning Wujie's cheek and rubbed it slowly. After a while, he looked back and saw that the cheek had become even redder. He frowned, turned around and pulled him towards the waterside pavilion, saying as he walked, "Your father was too rough. You need to apply ice, otherwise it will swell up if you rub it any longer."
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes and watched Wen Xing pull his white knuckles with his backhand. His fingertips involuntarily rubbed the smooth back of the hand lightly, which was very slippery.
It is a hand that was raised with precious metals and jade, and feels like mutton-fat jade.
The servant quickly brought ice, and Wen Xing pulled him to sit on the couch. He wrapped the ice in a handkerchief and put it on Ning Wujie's cheek as a cold compress.
Ning Wujie looked at Wen Xing gravely, resisting the urge to overpower him. He used the coolness of the ice to quench the rising anger in his heart.
Wen Xing applied ice to the person seriously, taking off the ice from time to time to observe the cheek.
After the red gradually faded, he handed the ice cube to Ning Wujie: "You press it yourself."
"What did you say to your father? Why did you make him so angry?"
Ning Wujie threw away the ice, leaned forward, pressed him down on the couch with irresistible force, and pinched his wrists and pressed them to both sides of his body.
The young man's face was so close that his nose touched his. Wen Xing glanced sideways to see that the servants around him were all standing well.
He raised his lips playfully and said jokingly, "Someone is really thick-skinned."
Ning Wujie's eyes were dark, "I told him that I don't want to go back to the northwest."
Wen Xing was puzzled. "Before, I asked you to return, but you refused because of the Queen Mother's threats. But now that Wang Fuwei has been eliminated, there's no one threatening my safety. Why are you still refusing to leave?"
"If it's simply because the political situation is turbulent and we need to eliminate the remnants of the royal party, then you are not the only one who can do it. I will leave it to the Grand Tutor."
Ning Wujie did not answer but asked, "Your Majesty, do you wish me to leave?"
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes, "What if I say yes?"
Ning Wujie's dark eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Your Majesty, are you willing to give it up?"
Wen Xing curled his lips, "Why are you reluctant?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the boy's gaze on him became sharper.
The knuckles gripping his wrist also tightened.
Ning Wujie's voice tightened, revealing a dangerous aura: "You used me to check and balance the Queen Mother, and now that the Queen Mother has been eliminated, is it because the bird is dead and the bow is put away?"
Wen Xing's eyes moved, as if he had been enlightened.
That's right! When the rabbit dies, the dog is cooked; when the bird is dead, the bow is put away! Ministers holding heavy military power rebel in anger, a common occurrence throughout dynasties. Such a reasonable scenario, why didn't he think of it?
A barely perceptible hint of excitement flashed across his eyes, and he nodded happily, his tone deliberately cold, "Ning Qing is indeed intelligent. As Ning Qing said, I no longer need you now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the knuckles that were pinching his wrist suddenly tightened fiercely, like an iron clamp, squeezing him so hard that it hurt.
Ning Wujie bit his lips fiercely, causing Wen Xing to frown and twist his body to struggle.
What's wrong with this kid?
Can you please stop biting people when you're angry? If you can bite people, then you can rebel!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the servants all lowered their heads tactfully.
He looked at Ning Wujie again and saw that he was not blushing or nervous, but there was a bottomless undercurrent in his half-closed eyes.
Wen Xing felt that he had really led this kid astray.
She kissed him in front of so many servants without even blushing!
He pushed hard against it.
The boy's body was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.
"Ning Wujie!" Wen Xing was a little angry.
Ning Wujie paused slightly and finally let him go, but the storm in his dark eyes was clearly visible.
"Your Majesty... do you really only regard me as your sword?"
The voice was hoarse and carried a pitiful tone of being hurt.
Wen Xing hesitated for a moment, his heart seemed to be seized by something, but he still steeled his heart and said, "Of course, ministers are supposed to serve their sovereigns. Do you think you are an exception?"
Ning Wujie's pupils shrank when he heard this, and he stared at Wen Xing.
After a long time, he finally lowered his head as if exhausted and closed his eyes deeply.
What on earth was he expecting?
Although he had been mentally prepared, he was still heartbroken when he suddenly heard from the tyrant that he was just a knife to eliminate political enemies.
Therefore, the reason why the foolish emperor trusted him so much and handed over the military and political power to him was just to let him help him eliminate the royal party.
Now that his political enemies were gone, he no longer needed this knife.
Almost like a self-torture, he continued to ask questions without giving up: "What about what Your Majesty said before..."
He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak: "Your Majesty, you said you liked my face, but you are also deceiving me?"
Wen Xing's fingertips clenched unconsciously.
Of course not.
He really liked this face, to a degree that even he himself found it unbelievable.
However, Ning Wujie is already angry now, and with such a good opportunity to force a rebellion, he should add fuel to the fire.
Don't be soft-hearted.
So he forced himself to meet her gaze and said against his will, "Of course... I'm trying to coax you into working for me obediently."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the other person's fist making a creaking sound.
Ning Wujie stood up, raised his head and let out a long sigh, as if all the resentment and unwillingness in this life were released in this breath, leaving only a feeling of powerlessness.
A surge of heat rushed to the tip of his nose and eye sockets. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to suppress the heat.
It was as if something was trying to pull out the vines that had taken root in his heart, uprooting it and tearing his heart into pieces.
He was trembling slightly all over from the pain.
At this point, he is no longer useful. Even the "using beauty to please men" that he once scoffed at is just a means for this tyrant to control him.
He clearly didn't want anything anymore. He didn't care even if the other party didn't know his feelings, or even if he was just a favorite and bore a bad reputation.
He just needs to stay with His Majesty.
But why would the other party personally extinguish such a humble thought?
The heartache spread throughout my body, and every inch of my flesh and blood was clamoring and trembling.
He finally understood what it meant to be completely hopeless.
He stood up as if all his strength had been drained away, and gave Wen Xing one last look of despair, as if he wanted to brand that figure in his heart. Finally, he turned and left with a self-destructive determination.
When Wen Xing saw Ning Wujie turning around, a hint of moisture seemed to flash across the corners of his eyes.
He almost instinctively grabbed the person at that moment.
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes and saw Wen Xing holding his hand, and looked up in confusion.
Wen Xing looked at the other person's eyes that were red from the heat, his wet pupils, and the remaining red marks on his cheeks that had just disappeared.
Glancing at Nayou's moist eyes, his heart softened. His blood boiled, and he recklessly dragged the man down onto the couch, demanding, "Who told you to leave?"
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled slightly, "Your Majesty, didn't you say... um..."
A domineering kiss sealed Ning Wujie's lips.
Panting escaped from the lips of both of them.
"I haven't issued an order yet, you are not allowed to leave without permission!"
Wen Xing did not stop moving, eagerly reaching out to pull the other person's belt.
Ning Wujie's breathing stagnated, and he instinctively reached out to hold down his rebellious hand.
Seeing this, Li Dequan very tactfully asked his attendants to draw the curtains around the water pavilion to block out all the sunlight, and then they all retreated.
Only after all the servants had left did Ning Wujie finally relax and let Wen Xing tear his body to pieces.
Wen Xing felt that he had been blinded by lust.
This is clearly a good opportunity to force a rebellion.
He saw that Ning Wujie was extremely disappointed and was about to agree to return to the northwest!
How could he be so possessed that he pulled people back?
Wen Xing realized belatedly that the biggest obstacle to forcing this kid to rebel was not Ning Wujie, but his own lack of cruelty.
Noticing the gradually heating body of the person on him, Ning Wujie seemed to have realized something. He narrowed his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly pressed down Wen Xing's waist with both hands.
He says tough words, but his body is honest.
This tyrant emperor clearly can't do without him.
His lips lifted slightly.
It doesn't matter if there is no sincerity at all, as long as this tyrant becomes addicted to it and can't leave him, that's enough.
Thinking of this, he gently pulled, and Wen Xing's loose chiffon robe fell to the ground with a rustling sound.
Then he turned over and pressed Wen Xing under him. The clarity in his eyes was gone, and was instead stained with lust, blending with the water vapor that had not yet faded into a hazy state.
The tip of the tongue slid down along the graceful lines of Wen Xing's neck, and then patrolled to the winding unknown place.
Wen Xing's waist trembled slightly unconsciously and his breathing became heavy.
Why does this kid learn so fast?
How could someone who blushes even when reading a storybook be so skilled in this kind of thing?
Is it reasonable? Is it scientific?!
But... never mind.
Since we can't force Ning Wujie to rebel, let's force his family to rebel.
The effect should be the same, right?
He can still retire, right?
However, this uneasy mood did not last. After just a few breaths, he was stimulated by Ning Wujie's teasing and became limp all over and his brain was in a mess.
Who cares.
The breeze lifted a corner of the pavilion's gauze curtain, and occasionally suppressed gasps and hidden sounds of water floated out from behind the barely visible gauze curtain, spreading into the stream and being shattered by the gurgling water.
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The author has something to say: Stupid King (going crazy): I must be blinded by lust!
5j (squinting eyes) (curling lips) (smirking)
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