Chapter 59 I don’t treat you as a plaything.
Ever since Wen Xing's attempt to abdicate failed, Ning Wujie didn't pay much attention to him, and the two of them were in a cold war for three months.
At first, Wen Xing was happy to have some peace and quiet, but once winter arrived, the biting cold grew stronger day by day, and he could no longer rest. Even if the heating in the bedroom was burning brightly, it couldn't dispel the chill that seeped into his bones.
Wen Xing recalled that he had survived last winter entirely by relying on Tangquan Palace.
If the hot water bottle doesn't come to warm his bed, he will have to move to another palace.
He huddled in his bed and asked sullenly, "Where's Ning Wujie?"
Li Dequan stood by the couch, his head bowed as he said, "Lord Ning is still busy in the Imperial Study. He said that too much government affairs have piled up during the suppression of the rebellion, and I'm afraid he's been staying there lately."
Wen Xing gritted his teeth and ordered, "Let him come over and warm the bed!"
Li Dequan nodded his head, sighed slightly, shook his head and left.
What should I do if this young couple keeps quarreling?
When Li Dequan walked all the way to the imperial study, the lights were still on inside.
Ning Wujie looked up and saw someone coming, his pen still moving. "Please go back, eunuch. I'm busy with government affairs here and can't spare you."
Li Dequan paused, thinking that he hadn't even opened his mouth yet and they were already ordering him to leave.
How can he persuade her?
The old eunuch stood at the door, thinking for a long time, and pretended to lament: "Okay, then I will go back and tell His Majesty that you should be patient. It's cold now, so we can use a hot water bottle to warm you up. It will be the same." After saying that, he went to observe Ning Wujie's reaction.
Ning Wujie stared at the manuscript without looking up, his voice still cold and hard, "If Your Majesty is afraid of the cold, why not move to Tangquan Palace?"
Li Dequan's eyes twitched, and he chuckled, "Lord Ning is right, but His Majesty said he remembered Lord Ning's comments about the extravagance of Tangquan Palace. Now that the war has just ended and the treasury is empty, we must be frugal in everything." He wiped away a non-existent tear from the corner of his eye as he spoke, "So His Majesty would rather endure the cold than move the palace."
Ning Wujie's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and his eyes moved slightly. Does that tyrant have this kind of self-awareness?
Seeing that he seemed to be wavering, Li Dequan turned around and said, "You are busy, my lord. I will go and persuade His Majesty. If you really can't get used to using the hot water bottle, I will find a few young eunuchs to warm His Majesty's bed. I think it will be helpful. There is no need to trouble His Majesty. His Majesty is busy with all kinds of affairs..."
Ning Wujie suddenly exerted force with his knuckles, and the thick cover of the notebook broke into two pieces with a "crack".
"etc."
Li Dequan paused, bowed, and asked, "Master Ning, what are your instructions?"
Ning Wujie stood up and went out the door, "Let's go."
Li Dequan grinned and said with a smile: "Hey! Okay!"
Wen Xing curled up in a ball on the bed, his consciousness torn between sleepiness and coldness. Half asleep and half awake, a breeze carrying the chill from outside blew in front of the couch.
He frowned and opened his eyes. In his hazy vision, he saw a handsome figure in a navy blue robe with narrow sleeves standing in front of him.
His eyes subconsciously slid across the other person's slender waistline outlined by the belt, slowly moved upwards, and finally collided into Ning Wujie's dark eyes.
Wen Xing raised an eyebrow, propped up his head with his elbows, and looked up at Ning Wujie in a god-like posture, saying with a half-smile, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you come up and warm the bed while I invite you?"
Ning Wujie didn't answer, but just stared at him coldly while starting to untie his belt.
With a light "click" sound, the jade belt fell to the ground, followed by the rustling sound of clothes falling to the ground.
The young man swiftly took off his outer robe, leaving only a clean white undergarment, and nimbly climbed onto the bed.
A long-lost warmth quietly came from behind him, and Wen Xing curled the corners of his lips almost imperceptibly. He shifted his body and leaned back, trying to find the most comfortable position.
My side rubbed against the other person's palm, and the other person hesitated for a while, as if hesitating.
"Hurry up." Wen Xing urged.
Ning Wujie hesitated and wrestled for a while, and finally closed his eyes. He reluctantly put his arms around Wen Xing's waist and held her firmly in his arms.
The embrace was warm and firm, with a refreshing breath unique to young people. Wen Xing let out a comfortable sigh.
Silence returned to the bedroom, with only the occasional crackling of the candlelight.
After a long time, Wen Xing could only hear the even and steady breathing of the person behind him, as if he was really just acting as a warm baby.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and broke the silence: "Are you planning to never talk to me again in this life?"
It's been three months, and he's still so stubborn.
The voice behind him was calm, "Your Majesty, what do you want me to say?"
"Hmm..." Wen Xing thought for a moment and said, "Just say whatever you want, make up a story, and coax me to sleep."
He heard Ning Wujie take a deep breath, and then said in a cold and hard tone: "I don't know how to make up stories."
Okay, you dare to treat him perfunctorily.
Wen Xing gritted his teeth secretly.
"Then read the memorial! I can fall asleep even while listening to it."
Ning Wujie: "I can't remember."
Wen Xing: ...
I haven't seen him for a year, and his temper has improved.
But looking back, he framed the Ning family for "regicide" and "crowned the emperor". Everything he did was aimed at taking the lives of the entire Ning family. It was indeed enough to drive people crazy.
Put yourself in his shoes. If he were Ning Wujie, he might have quit and returned to the northwest by now.
Not only does he still work overtime to review documents for him, he also comes back obediently to warm his bed, which means that this guy actually... has a pretty good temper?
Wen Xing comforted himself and decided to "comfort" the other person after a rare moment of conscience.
He turned around and came face to face with Ning Wujie.
Under the dim candlelight, the boy's handsome face had clear lines, and his long eyelashes drooped, concealing the emotions in his eyes.
"Are you still angry?"
Ning Wujie raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at him, then closed them again, remaining silent.
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes, carefully tracing the other person's perfect jawline, slightly rolling Adam's apple, and the collarbone faintly visible under the collar.
The tip of his tongue swept across his canine teeth, and he moved forward again, almost touching the other person.
"If you get angry again...I will..."
He drew out the last word, but before he finished speaking, his head suddenly shrank and he burrowed into the quilt.
Ning Wujie's pupils suddenly dilated, and a familiar heat came over him. He grabbed his belt and pressed down the restless head in the quilt, "Your Majesty!"
Wen Xing raised his lips, his voice muffled under the quilt, and said with a smirk, "What are you afraid of? It's not like we haven't done it before."
Ning Wujie's ears suddenly felt hot. He wanted to push her away again, but the warm embrace stimulated him so much that his whole body went limp and he gasped.
Noticing that the force pressing on his head had relaxed for a moment, Wen Xing's eyes gleamed and he worked even harder.
He could still hear the man's heavy breathing through the quilt.
Gradually, the hands that were pushing him loosened completely.
Not long after, he suddenly stopped moving, got out of the bed, and calmly looked into Ning Wujie's moist and misty eyes, and asked with a curled lip: "Are you comfortable?"
The sudden pause left Ning Wujie hanging, his eyes flushed red by lust, and his pupils struggling to focus.
Meeting Wen Xing's playful gaze, his dark eyes were filled with starlight, and his gaze swept over like a knife.
Facing that murderous gaze, Wen Xing showed no fear. "If you don't get angry anymore, I'll let you go. How about that?"
Ning Wujie's jawline tightened as he spoke with a cold, self-deprecating tone, "Your Majesty, why should you care whether I'm angry or not? I'm nothing more than a plaything for Your Majesty to manipulate at will."
The word "plaything" made Wen Xing stunned.
He subconsciously retorted, "I didn't..." He paused, then said seriously and firmly, "I didn't treat you as a plaything."
"Isn't it?" The moisture in Ning Wujie's eyes had completely faded, and he looked at him with a sharp gaze. "Didn't Your Majesty say that you're happy to see me angry?"
Wen Xing was choked and unable to refute.
"Isn't it Your Majesty who is trying every possible way to play tricks on me and force me?"
play?
He liked to see Ning Wujie angry, shy, or even out of control, but he really didn't mean to disrespect him.
After being awakened by Ning Wujie's words, he seemed to suddenly understand why the other party was so angry.
Perhaps his frivolity was just "playing around" in Ning Wujie's eyes.
Including his behavior of deliberately teasing the other party just now, without caring about the consequences, it was all very... "playing".
Wen Xing was convinced that it seemed to be true.
He thought for a moment, his eyes turning, "Then...how about I prove it to Ning Qing?"
Ning Wujie narrowed his eyes and looked at him warily, "What is your majesty planning now?"
Wen Xing: ...
Was he completely evil in Ning Wujie's eyes? No one believed him even when he told the truth.
Facing Ning Wujie's suspicious gaze, he curled his lips and said, "Today it is my turn to serve Ning Qing."
After he finished speaking, he crawled back into the bed, his voice becoming muffled again, "I promise to make Ning Qing feel comfortable."
A gasp was heard, and Ning Wujie suddenly clutched the quilt tightly.
"Your Majesty..."
In the silent room, the candlelight flickered in the breeze that came through the window, and occasionally suppressed gasps could be heard.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Xing emerged from the bed, his hair disheveled and his cheeks flushed. He narrowed his eyes cunningly and wiped the corner of his lips with his fingers.
Ning Wujie saw him swallowing in his hazy vision, and his pupils shrank. He quickly pinched his jaw and said anxiously, "Don't..."
But it was too late.
With a "gulp" sound, Wen Xing's Adam's apple rolled in his palm, scratching it and making it itchy.
Something was swallowed.
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled violently, "Your Majesty!"
Wen Xing curled his lips in a half-smile, "What's wrong?"
Ning Wujie's ears turned completely red, like a raging fire, and quickly spread all the way into the lapels of his white inner garment.
"That...thing..."
Isn't it dirty?! How could this person...
You are His Majesty!
Seeing him so embarrassed that he couldn't even speak clearly, Wen Xing found it funny, so he moved closer and brushed the tip of his tongue against the seam between Ning Wujie's lips, saying ambiguously, "Since I have never treated Ning Qing as a plaything, I naturally don't dislike Ning Qing."
A fishy and salty taste passed through Wen Xing's tongue tip to his lips and teeth. Ning Wujie's face froze in an instant, as if something had cracked.
Seeing his ashamed and angry look, Wen Xing couldn't help but bury his head in his neck, laughing so hard that his shoulders trembled.
There's nothing I can do, this kid is just too cute.
It’s no wonder that the other party always thinks he is teasing them.
He really...can't help it!
He tilted his face, his forehead touching the other person's scorching neck skin, so hot that Wen Xing felt like he was burning. He raised the corner of his lips, "Did Ning Qing believe it this time?"
Ning Wujie was breathing heavily, his whole body was stiff, and he hardly dared to look sideways at the person in his arms.
His ears flushed red as he looked away and nodded slowly.
"Then..." Wen Xing's eyes turned, and he suddenly turned over and lay down, leaving the back of his head exposed. "Since Ning Qing has calmed down, read the memorial to me now."
Ning Wujie: ...
The enthusiasm suddenly cooled.
This foolish monarch really doesn't do anything without benefits!
He closed his eyes resignedly, suppressing the complex emotions surging in his heart. After a moment's silence, he slowly spoke, "Let's talk about the case."
"In the case of Sun Jing, I have read the case file."
Wen Xing hummed, "What did you see?"
"He put the key in a box and handed it out, but the box was swapped and the key inside was replaced with a grain route map."
Wen Xing was puzzled, "Is there something wrong with the concierge who received him?"
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes. "No, the concierge checked and there's nothing wrong with him. It's the box that was tampered with."
"Sun Jing said he was very careful and kept the box with him the entire time, except for one occasion. Just before he was about to hand the box over, he went to the toilet. He placed the box on top of the door, where he could see it, but somehow, it was still swapped."
Wen Xing: "So all we need to do is find out who wasn't in Wuying Palace during that time?"
Ning Wujie shook his head, "I checked, and all the ministers are here."
Wen Xing: "So the suspect has helpers in the palace."
This is not surprising. Anyone who can leak military secrets must have some spies buried in the palace.
Maybe it was a guard, or a eunuch, or a palace maid. There were tens of thousands of such people in the palace, and there was no way to investigate.
Wen Xing was somewhat disinterested. "So the clue is still broken."
Ning Wujie pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps there is another way."
Wen Xing turned around and looked at Ning Wujie.
The dim light outlined his quiet profile, his brows slightly furrowed, with a look of deep concentration.
"I suspect the person behind this has two motives. The first is to help Prince Xiang rebel and ascend the throne. However, he only leaked the map once and then made no further moves, pushing Sun Jing as a scapegoat. This suggests he still wants to maintain his position in the court and is unwilling to expose himself."
Wen Xing's eyes lit up: "So the King of Xiang is not his master, so he is unwilling to work for his great cause."
Otherwise, even if it was risky, they should at least try to pass on the information about the key battle instead of watching King Xiang fail.
But Wen Xing changed his mind and said, "Isn't it possible that he and King Xiang were just partners? So after his help failed once and he was nearly exposed, he gave up."
Ning Wujie nodded, "That's possible, but then the clues will be completely cut off. Since King Xiang has been captured, this person will definitely not reveal himself again."
"So I'm more inclined to the second possibility." He looked at Wen Xing as he spoke, "The person behind this is targeting me."
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Have you thought it through? How are you going to investigate?"
Ning Wujie stared at Wen Xing, "Your Majesty, do you still remember that I asked you to take back my Nine Gifts?"
"I would like to invite you to come to court and perform a play with me."
When Wen Xing heard that he had to go to court, his face fell, and he went back into bed, saying sadly, "No."
He was about to give up his throne, and although he had been defeated time and again, he had not given up yet.
In his opinion, it didn't matter whether this spy was investigated or not. In the end, Ning Wujie would punish him as a remnant of the previous dynasty anyway.
It would be more realistic to think about his "retirement plan".
Ning Wujie: "Your Majesty, don't you want to find this spy?"
Wen Xing: "I don't want to."
Ning Wujie: ...
Hearing the person behind him sigh heavily, as if very disappointed, Wen Xing inexplicably felt a little guilty. His eyes moved, and suddenly he covered his chest and said in a weak voice: "Ah, my heart hurts so much——"
"I can't go to court, I can't work, I will die!"
Ning Wujie rubbed his twitching forehead.
"never mind."
Although this play would be better with Your Majesty's cooperation, it is not indispensable.
Wen Xing's eyes lit up and he raised his lips slightly. He quickly turned around and kissed Ning Wujie on the cheek. The boy was stunned and a faint blush climbed up to the tip of his ear.
Wen Xing said with satisfaction: "You are so good."
The tyrant king fell back again, leaving Ning Wujie with the back of his head.
Ning Wujie took a deep breath.
He always has no way to deal with this person.
He also lay down, pulled the person into his arms, buried his nose in the other's hair, and sniffed the ambergris carefully.
If you don’t want to go to court, then don’t go.
You just need to be lazy and be your tyrant.
He will solve any problem.
Thinking of this, Ning Wujie closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
After a long time, the person in his arms seemed to have thought of something. Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes again.
Since there is a spy in the court threatening Ning Wujie, his retirement plan can no longer be delayed.
Wen Xing's eyes were clear and there was a glimmer of light.
Since the way of "abdication" doesn't work, let's try another way!
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