Chapter 53 Do you have a heart?
The two of them quarreled for most of the day, and finally calmed down when they returned to the bedroom from the waterside pavilion.
The bed was in disarray, and the storybook fell to the ground. The breeze that came in through the window flipped open the pages, revealing a charming scene of intertwined characters.
Wen Xing was lying on the couch, with only a piece of gauze so thin that it was almost transparent draped over her shoulders. The gauze was piled up in folds, half covering the winding and smooth curve of her back. A slender white forearm hung down on the edge of the couch, with her fingertips just touching the ground.
He was awakened by the hot body temperature of the person next to him. He frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
Ning Wujie was lying on his side in front of him, with the collar of his white shirt open, revealing his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles. He was sleeping soundly.
Wen Xing's gaze lingered on the alluring abdominal muscles for a moment before he looked away with a lingering feeling.
He pushed the man but failed.
This guy is as heavy as a rock.
He had no choice but to get up from the bed and walk barefoot to the window to enjoy the cool breeze.
If you have a cigarette at this time, it would be very appropriate.
Wen Xing felt weak all over, so he rubbed his throbbing temples. He regretted that he had been too extravagant in teaching the boy with the storybook today, making him too excited. He almost...
In the future, we should teach people to read less books like this.
Otherwise you will be in danger.
Wen Xing was deeply reflecting on himself.
"Master!" Xinghe's head suddenly hung upside down from the branches of the ancient tree outside the window.
Wen Xing was startled and quickly gestured to keep quiet. He turned back to look at the person on the couch, and only after confirming that Ning Wujie was still asleep did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He beckoned his finger, and Xinghe came closer and whispered a few words in his ear.
Wen Xing's eyes lit up when he heard that.
He was worrying about how to force the Ning family to rebel, and even thought of reducing the power of the feudal lords.
But now Ning Zheng has given him a better way, so don't blame him for being rude.
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Then he pretended to be dissatisfied and asked Xinghe, "Where is my grilled fish?"
Xinghe squinted his eyes and curled his lips, "I ate it."
Wen Xing hit him on the head, causing it to explode.
Xinghe rubbed his head and said, "Then I'll go catch another one for the master."
Wen Xing shook his head, his eyes turned, and he leaned close to Xinghe's ear and whispered, "Go catch a snake."
Xinghe:?
He heard his master mutter a few more words, then he nodded ignorantly and ran away.
A quarter of an hour later.
A dark shadow passed by outside the window, and a green bamboo snake was thrown into the room accurately, landing right next to the spring stool beside the couch.
Wen Xing leaned on the couch, leisurely watching the green snake twist and turn, climbing up the carved legs of the spring stool.
When the snake's head just reached the stool and was about to slide to the edge of the bed, Wen Xing suddenly screamed, "There's a snake!"
The young man suddenly opened his eyes and saw a green snake as thick as two fingers spitting out its tongue at him.
He reacted as fast as lightning, reaching out from the pile of clothes scattered at the head of the bed and pulling out a flying blade and throwing it.
"Swish!" There was only a very light muffled sound, and the green snake fell to the ground, its head and body separated.
Ning Wujie's brows relaxed, and he turned to look at Wen Xing. He saw that Wen Xing was stunned at first, then showed a look of horror, turned over and got off the bed, and took several steps back.
Ning Wujie quickly stepped forward, picked up the dead snake and threw it out of the window. When he turned around again, he saw Wen Xing walking barefoot on the ground. She was wearing a light gauze dress that only covered her shoulders. Her clothes were pulled open like a cloak. Her skin was so white that it blended in with the gauze gown. Her whole body was shrouded in the rosy glow coming in from the window behind her, as if she was stained with a layer of golden light.
Seeing the frightened look on his face, his heart softened and he quickly stepped forward and hugged him in his arms.
"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it." His voice was still hoarse from just waking up.
Wen Xing's eyes flickered slightly, pretending to be afraid. "What if there is another one? Although this palace is cool, the vegetation is too overgrown, and it's hard to keep away snakes, insects, rats and ants."
Ning Wujie thought about it and said reluctantly, "Then... shall I move in?"
Because the tyrant emperor was afraid of heat and didn't want to live with him, he hadn't spent the night in Wen Xing's bedroom for a long time.
But the tyrant king interrupted and said, "You stay here, I will change bedrooms with you."
Ning Wujie:?
Wen Xing pushed the person away and said happily, "That's settled."
Ning Wujie: ...
He tried to struggle: "But there might be snakes in my room too."
Wen Xing didn't give him a chance, "Your house is not near a water source, so there are few snakes."
Ning Wujie gritted his teeth speechlessly.
He wanted to insist, "Just in case, I'd better stay with Your Majesty..."
Wen Xing said: "No need." As he said this, he called the servants in to pack his things and prepare to "move".
Ning Wujie looked at him suspiciously, "Your Majesty, don't you recognize your bed?"
Wen Xing choked and forced an explanation: "Compared to recognizing my bed, I am more afraid of snakes."
Ning Wujie narrowed his eyes.
His intuition told him that this tyrant was lying.
But he remained calm and watched the servants busy exchanging things in the two rooms.
late at night.
Wen Xing was lying in Ning Wujie's room.
He could faintly smell the boy's unique scent, like that of pine forests and snow-capped mountains, through the quilt. He hugged the quilt and took a deep breath.
He deliberately sent the guards outside the palace farther away, leaving only Xinghe hidden in the dark.
At this time, everything is quiet, with only the chirping of insects outside the window.
Not long after, there was a very slight sound of prying the bolt outside the door.
Two dark shadows flashed in one after another like ghosts blending into the night, their movements swift and silent.
Ning Zheng was wearing a nightgown and had his face covered, revealing only a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle. He scanned the darkness vigilantly and finally landed on the bed.
The curtains on the couch were drawn low, and a figure could be vaguely seen lying on its side, breathing evenly, as if he was sleeping soundly.
He and Ning Buhuo looked at each other, and the two of them approached the bed quietly.
Ning Zheng's hand was already on the hilt of the dagger at his waist, ready to quickly subdue Ning Wujie if necessary.
Just as the two were about to approach the bed.
“Click—”
The doors and windows were pushed open one after another, and dozens of figures flashed in.
The next moment, the dim candlelight dispelled the darkness, illuminating the entire inner room in half light and half darkness.
The father and son suddenly froze.
I saw the bed curtain being slowly opened by a bony hand.
Wen Xing leaned lazily against the head of the bed, with a cold and playful look in his eyes.
"Marquis Ning, what are you trying to do by trespassing into my bedroom late at night with a knife in your hand? Could it be..."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Ning Zheng's hilt, and he deliberately raised the end of his voice, "You want to kill the king?"
The word "regicide" exploded like a thunderclap, and Ning Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank. The huge fear made him freeze in place.
He quickly denied: "Your Majesty, this is a misunderstanding!"
Although he said so, he was still thinking calmly despite his fear: Why is His Majesty in the Wujie Room?
They were able to come in unhindered just now, so why were they surrounded as soon as they entered the room?
This is probably a trap.
Why? Just to sentence them to death?
Could it be that...
A chilling guess came to his mind, and Ning Zheng stared at Wen Xing with a chilling gaze that could see through everything.
When the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked.
Ning Buhuo was suddenly startled by this sudden accusation and hurriedly explained, "Your Majesty, my father and I are here to find Wujie..."
However, Wen Xing didn't give him a chance to explain. He said in a deep voice, "The Ning family father and son killed the king. Capture them!"
Ning Buhuo's pupils trembled violently, and he immediately realized: Your Majesty wants to kill them!
Could it be that their repeated attempts to kidnap Wujie have angered His Majesty?
He shouldn't have agreed to his father's request to kidnap people today!
He said anxiously: "Your Majesty! Please listen to my explanation..."
However, the guards had already forced the two men to their knees.
"Slow down!" A figure rushed in.
When Wen Xing saw the person coming, his eyebrows jumped.
How did this guy get here so soon? The rebellion has just begun, and he hasn't had time to complete the show yet!
Ning Wujie looked at his father and brother who were being held captive, and the night clothes they were both wearing, and immediately guessed the whole story, so he glared at Ning Buhuo fiercely.
The latter looked innocent, his eyes indicating: This time it was father's idea!
Ning Wujie looked at Ning Zheng again, and the latter stared back at him coldly. There was no regret in his eyes, only a determination to fight to the death, as if saying, "Even if I die today, you have to go back to the northwest with me."
Ning Wujie felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.
He tried to plead with Wen Xing, "Your Majesty, there might be a misunderstanding here. My father and brothers thought I was the one living here, and they..."
"The two of them committed regicide, their crime is unforgivable." The stage had already been set up, so how could Wen Xing give up? He looked at Ning Wujie coldly and said, "No need to explain."
Ning Wujie was slightly startled, and then he saw that Wen Xing's face was as cold as ice, and he didn't give him a chance to explain.
His brain was working rapidly, and in an instant he figured out all the key points, and suddenly he felt a chill down his spine.
Your Majesty had just changed bedrooms with him because there was a snake in the room, and that night his father and brother came to rob him.
How could there be such a coincidence?
I'm afraid all this is a trap set by Your Majesty!
Ning Wujie looked at Wen Xing with eyes filled with disbelief. A suspicion that made his blood run cold surged into his mind. He stubbornly questioned, "Your Majesty, are you going to put my father and brother to death?"
"There's clearly a misunderstanding here..."
"There is no misunderstanding." Wen Xing interrupted and gave the final order: "Ning Zheng and his son sneaked into the imperial palace and plotted to kill the king. They are guilty of treason and will be taken to the Heavenly Prison immediately and executed on a later date."
After he finished speaking, he winked at the guards, and they took the two men away.
"His Majesty!"
Ning Wujie raised his arm to stop the guard who was escorting the person. A chill suddenly surged through his limbs and bones. He looked at Wen Xing with shock and despair in his eyes.
Seeing that look again, Wen Xing glanced away guiltily.
This is why he didn't want Ning Wujie to see this scene.
He had originally planned to imprison the Nings and their son in the Heavenly Prison, leaving a loophole for them to escape and return to the northwest. By then, the Nings would have established their own separatist regime or declared themselves king, and Ning Wujie would have rebelled.
But now, the plan has not been completed yet and it has been discovered by Ning Wujie. He is afraid that he will be soft-hearted again.
He forced himself not to look at Ning Wujie's eyes, and said coldly with a hardened heart: "If you stop me again, I will punish you with the same crime."
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled violently.
Ning Zheng's cold and angry voice came to my ears: "Wu Jie, don't you understand yet?"
"When the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked."
Ning Wujie clenched his teeth, blood almost seeping out from between his teeth, and his voice was so tense that it trembled: "Your Majesty..."
He took a deep breath, as if he had used up all his strength, and knelt on his knees with a plop. "Your Majesty, please have mercy on me."
He kowtowed heavily, making a dull thud as he spoke. "I am willing to take the blame for my father and brother. I only ask Your Majesty to spare their lives."
When he looked up again, blood was already oozing from his forehead.
Wen Xing's lips tightened and he secretly clenched his fists.
The play has come this far, if we give up now, all our efforts will be wasted!
If there is no rebellion, there will be no new dynasty.
Don't be soft-hearted!
He forced himself to harden his heart, "Ning Wujie, who do you think you are? The crime of killing nine generations of your clan, how can you take the blame just because you want to?!"
Ning Wujie looked at Wen Xing in disbelief. He even thought he had fallen into an absurd nightmare.
How can a person be so cold-blooded and ruthless?!
He wished he could immediately cut open the chest of this tyrant to see if he had a heart of stone inside!
At this time, Ning Buhuo finally realized that the emperor would never let their family go.
The Wang Party has been eliminated, and now the Ning family is the biggest threat to the imperial power. After using them, it is time to put the bow away.
This is the mind of an emperor.
He even naively thought that His Majesty might still have some true feelings for Wujie.
This is ridiculous! Your Majesty has no heart at all!
He said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, I am guilty. I came up with the idea! I did it, and Wujie has nothing to do with it! My father was also coerced by me. Please, Your Majesty, have mercy on me. If you want to kill someone, please kill me alone!"
Ning Zheng straightened his back and glanced at Wen Xing coldly, his voice filled with the desolation of someone who saw through everything: "Don't beg for mercy, His Majesty will not let the Ning family go."
"Wujie, please move aside. Dad doesn't need you to be buried with him."
After saying this, Ning Zheng shouted to the guards who were escorting him, "Let's go!"
Ning Wujie's body swayed slightly, as if all his strength was drained away, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
It wasn't until the guards escorted the two out of the palace gate that he reacted and was about to chase them out regardless of everything. But he heard Xing Ming say, "Stop them!"
“Sizzle!”
Several sharp blades were unsheathed and stretched out in front of him, blocking Ning Wujie's way, with the sharp tips of the blades almost touching his throat.
Ning Wujie's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. Bright red blood instantly seeped out, dripping through his fingers and hitting the cold floor tiles.
He turned around slowly.
At this moment, raging rage was burning in those horrified and desperate eyes.
Loyalty and love are gone, leaving only deep-rooted hatred.
Wen Xing felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
His face instantly turned as pale as paper. He took several deep breaths, but failed to suppress the pain, which even became more severe.
The pain became increasingly acute, even making it difficult for him to breathe. He vigilantly searched for the secret compartment in his sleeve, but his fingertips trembled with pain, and he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.
Just as he was panicking, he suddenly felt someone clamping his wrist with great force and irresistible toughness.
A hand accurately reached into the edge of his sleeve and easily found the small pill.
Wen Xing looked up in astonishment and met Ning Wujie's face which was so close to him.
The next moment, slightly cool fingertips pried open his teeth and stuffed the pill under his tongue.
The sharp cramps dissipated like the receding tide. Wen Xing leaned back against the soft pillow, panting, cold sweat soaking his temples, his chest heaving slightly.
When his vision refocused, he saw that the guards were still inside the hall. He waved his hand weakly and said, "Stand back."
The guards sheathed their swords, left the hall, and closed the door.
There were only two people left in the hall.
Wen Xing saw that Ning Wujie was still staring at him, his eyes as if hardened by ice.
His lips were pale, and he looked somewhat helpless: "Ning Wujie, you also step back..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden pain in his wrists and a heavy body pressed him down.
Feeling the chill emanating from the other person's body and the storm surging in his eyes so close to him, Wen Xing suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill rising from his tailbone.
It seemed as if some long-imprisoned beast was about to break out of its cage and tear him to pieces.
He forced himself to remain calm and warned in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"
Ning Wujie clenched his teeth, his jawline tense, and his voice trembled with anger, "Your Majesty... do you really want to kill my Ning family?"
Wen Xing clearly saw moisture in the other person's eyes, which made Wen Xing's heart inexplicably hurt.
Seeing his silence, the moisture in Ning Wujie's eyes began to condense, turning into deeper despair and anger, and roared: "Answer me!"
Wen Xing was startled by the roar. He avoided the other party's angry gaze guiltily and looked away.
It has come to this, how could he allow himself to be soft-hearted again?
He unconsciously clenched his fists, his voice cold and cruel: "You heard what your father said. Why don't you give up?"
"I'm using you to check and balance the Wang family! I'm just worried that you'll become too successful and threaten the emperor! Now that you're no longer useful, it's natural to get rid of you. This is the mentality of an emperor! You're so smart, can't you figure it out?!"
A drop of scalding hot liquid hit his cheek.
Wen Xing's pupils trembled slightly and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He watched as the moisture in Ning Wujie's eyes quickly condensed and fell down.
One drop, two drops...hot tears fell on his cheeks and neck one after another.
He could even hear the other person's heavy and suppressed breathing mixed with inaudible, broken sobs.
Ning Wujie quickly closed his eyes and used all his strength to force back the hot liquid that was welling up in his eye sockets. His shoulders were shaking violently from exerting too much force.
But it was of no use, the heat could not be suppressed at all, and the tears continued to roll down.
He was heartbroken and completely hopeless. Every word Wen Xing said turned into a sharp blade, torturing his internal organs.
He lowered his head, his voice choked with sobs, only the remaining breath: "Why..."
"Why can you be so cold-blooded!"
"Don't you have any feelings for me at all?"
He let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Do you have a heart or not?"
Wen Xing was stunned by the desperate cry, and the heartache that had just been suppressed was about to come back again.
He subconsciously reached out to wipe Ning Wujie's tears, but the other party turned his face slightly to avoid his touch, and his fingertips stopped in mid-air.
When the boy raised his eyes again, he had forced down the last trace of heat and dampness, leaving only hatred in his scarlet eyes.
He stared at Wen Xing intently, the storm in his eyes was like a winter hurricane, roaring and almost sweeping away everything.
Wen Xing instinctively sensed danger and struggled with his wrist, but the force holding him was so immense that he couldn't move at all.
"Ning Wujie..." His voice trembled, not sure whether it was because of fear or heartache.
The boy's eyes were as cold as ice at this moment. He silently pinched his wrists with one hand and raised them above his head, and began to tear his clothes with the other hand.
Wen Xing's pupils trembled violently, and a chill instantly spread from the soles of his feet to his entire body, "Ning Wujie! Let me go!"
He struggled violently, but Ning Wujie's body was too heavy, pressing him so hard that he couldn't move at all.
The sound of cloth tearing could be heard, and Wen Xing's breath hitched. He said in fear, "Ning Wujie... calm down..."
“Sizzle!”
The clothes were torn into pieces and fell to the ground.
Wen Xing looked at Ning Wujie's handsome face, which was now covered with a terrifying haze.
Before he could react, the other person suddenly leaned over and bit his lips.
"Um...put—"
The unspoken exclamations were all blocked by the rough kiss.
!!
Wen Xing's mind went blank, and he could only struggle instinctively. He used all his strength to push the person on him away, and retreated to try to escape. However, a huge force pulled his ankle and dragged him back under the person.
The hot and heavy body pressed down on him again, like a cage, trapping him with no chance of escape.
As the severe pain hit, Wen Xing's pupils suddenly dilated, and her fair knuckles clenched the quilt tightly, so hard that she trembled.
“No…don’t…”
His voice trembled uncontrollably with extreme fear.
This sound seemed to bring back the beast's sanity, and Ning Wujie suddenly stopped moving.
The young man stared at the person in front of him in a daze.
The other person's forehead was already soaked with cold sweat. His eyes moved downwards. Shocking purple scars had already appeared on the wrists and ankles that he had just clamped uncontrollably, and they were extremely glaring against the shiny white skin.
Taking advantage of his moment of hesitation, the man retreated repeatedly and curled up in the deepest corner of the bed, like a fleeing dying animal.
A pair of gem-like eyes were now overflowing with physiological tears, with tiny teardrops hanging on the eyelashes.
His Majesty, who was always so high and mighty, and whose beautiful eyes were always filled with laziness and playfulness, was now looking at him with great horror.
Ning Wujie felt a sharp stab to the heart.
All the crazy anger was extinguished in an instant, leaving only overwhelming regret and bone-chilling despair.
He seemed to have lost all his strength and he lowered his head, tears rolling down his face silently.
In the quiet room, the only sounds were the two people's suppressed breathing and almost inaudible sobs.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Xing finally seemed to recover from his shock. He looked at the young man kneeling on the couch, who seemed to have been abandoned by the whole world, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Ning Wujie..."
The other person's drooping fingertips moved slightly, and then he slowly raised his head.
Her crimson eyes were filled with tears, and her gaze was filled with despair.
Wen Xing felt his heart broken. He moved his fingertips and wanted to say something, but he saw the young man glance away and suddenly stood up.
Ning Wujie put on his robe in silence, opened the door and left resolutely.
Only Wen Xing was left in the messy bedroom, staring at the back of the man who left in anger with a look of worry in his eyes.
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The author has something to say: Your Majesty has played too much
A little abuse is for the sake of sweetness~~
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