Chapter 60 My CP is going to be BE, woo...
Elegant room in Changchun Pavilion.
Xinghe was sitting on the window frame of the elegant room in the circular corridor, holding a string of candied haws in his mouth, with his legs dangling. Half of his body was leaning out of the window, looking at the noisy acrobatic troupe downstairs, and he would exclaim "Wow! So amazing!" from time to time, with candy crumbs falling down.
In the private room, Wen Xing was sitting beside the desk, wearing a moon-white brocade gown, a jade belt around his waist, and only an inconspicuous jade pendant with a dragon pattern.
Across from him, Fu Wenxin was picking up a piece of pastry. She paused at his words, nearly dropping it back onto the plate. She blinked, stunned. "Isn't this even offensive?!"
Wen Xing shrugged helplessly: "So, that's it. I'm completely at my wit's end."
Fu Wenxin bowed to show her admiration and said, "If you can't even force me to do this, what else can I do? Goodbye." After she said that, she was about to leave.
Wen Xing didn't even raise his eyes, but stretched out his arm, accurately grabbed the back of her collar, and pulled her back.
"My fellow villager, you can't just stand by and watch someone die, right?"
Fu Wenxin spread her hands. "What's it to me? Besides, I'm still supporting you two. How can you expect me to teach you how to break up your relationship?" She clutched her chest and acted heartbroken. "You're so cruel."
Wen Xing looked at her with a sullen expression. "Aren't you afraid that history will be altered, that the Zhou Dynasty will be gone due to the butterfly effect, and so will we both be gone too?"
Fu Wenxin pondered for a moment and said, "Is it possible, just like in science fiction, that even if history is changed, it would only create a branching timeline without affecting the original timeline?"
Wen Xing leaned back, crossed his arms over his chest, and said coldly, "This is just a hypothesis. Do you dare to risk our lives?"
Fu Wenxin choked, his momentum suddenly weakened: "I dare not."
"That's it."
"Then..." Fu Wenxin's eyes turned, "Have you read the novel? Have you ever thought about escaping death?"
Wen Xing rubbed his brows, his tone becoming even more helpless, "I've thought about it, but Ning Wujie has to be willing to accept it."
What if Ning Wujie pushed someone named Wen to take over the throne? Wouldn’t his death be in vain?
He was scowling when he saw Fu Wenxin staring at him intently. "My fellow villager, have you ever thought about asking him to secure your throne?"
Wen Xing:?
Seeing his puzzled expression, Fu Wenxin held his forehead, then sat up straight, his face serious and earnest: "You tried to throw the throne to him before, but of course he wouldn't accept it, and he even suspected you were harming him. But what if it was your 'last wish'? Then the suspicion would be gone, and he would definitely agree."
Wen Xing blinked for a moment, then asked, "Huh?"
Is that the kid who repeatedly disobeyed orders?
Is it Ning Wujie, the one who wanted to go east while the other party wanted to go west?
He twitched the corner of his lip, "Are you kidding me?"
Fu Wenxin sighed deeply and patted Wen Xing's shoulder. "How did you manage to seduce someone with such a slow mind?"
Wen Xing: ...
He tried to refute: "You don't understand, that kid is a stubborn one, there is absolutely no way he will behave..."
Fu Wenxin stood up to interrupt him and began to demonstrate, "Just like this."
She staggered a step, then collapsed limply on the ground beside the bench, one hand covering her heart, the other hand tremblingly reaching out to Wen Xing, her voice trembling along with her fingers, "Wujie... I'm going to die... But I don't trust anyone else, so I can only entrust this country to you. I've already written the abdication edict, promise me... to keep it for me, okay? I know you must... uh..."
Then her body trembled, her outstretched hand fell to the ground, her head tilted to one side, and she remained motionless.
After a moment, her eyeballs rolled around under her closed eyelids, and she raised her head and added, "Oh, by the way! The name of the new dynasty must be 'Zhou'! Remember that!" After that, she fell to the ground with another "bang" and died completely.
Wen Xing looked at the woman lying on the ground numbly, and the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably.
“…”
After a few breaths, Fu Wenxin got up from the ground with a calm face. While Wen Xing looked at her like a fool, she patted the hem of her skirt as if nothing had happened.
Then she clutched her chest again, staggered back to her chair, and slumped over the back of the chair with her head tilted back, looking hopeless: "It's too cruel, it's really too cruel!"
"My CP is about to break up, wuwuwu~" she said as she pulled out a handkerchief and began to wipe the corners of her eyes, "You gave yourself a knife, and you stabbed me."
Wen Xing rubbed his throbbing forehead.
"Isn't there a more reliable way?"
Fu Wenxin's tears dried up and he spread his hands, "This is the most reliable method."
Wen Xing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then said helplessly, "Then do you have any medicine that can make people fake their death?"
Fu Wenxin's expression finally turned serious. After thinking for a moment, she nodded, "Indeed, there is one." She reached into her bosom, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out a white jade bottle, pressing it into Wen Xing's hand. "This medicine... Hi! I can't remember the name. Anyway, every elder in Tingchaoyuan has one, to save their lives."
Wen Xing took the medicine bottle and weighed it in his hand, "Thank you."
Fu Wenxin waved his hand. "Don't be polite. Our lives are now in your hands. You only have one chance, so don't mess it up."
She paused and said seriously, "But I have to remind you that this medicine must be taken with alcohol. After taking it, you will be completely unconscious and it will look like sudden death. You have to make sure someone can wake you up, otherwise you will continue to sleep."
Hearing the words "sudden death," Wen Xing asked with lingering fear, "Will it hurt?"
Fu Wenxin shrugged, "I don't know, I've never used it."
Wen Xing was helpless. What else could he do? If he couldn't force Ning Wujie to rebel, he could only "die suddenly" again.
Fu Wenxin asked again: "Also, have you figured out how to get out?
Wen Xing nodded slowly, "I'll have to trouble you then..."
Fu Wenxin came over, and the two heads put together, whispering and discussing for a long time.
After the discussion, Wen Xing stood up and said, "Last time, I asked you to use the power of Tingchaoyuan to spread the news, but now you can release it."
After he finished speaking, he waved towards the window and said, "Xinghe, let's go."
"Hey!" Xinghe turned over nimbly and jumped down from the window frame, then opened the door of the private room.
Fu Wenxin lazily waved at Wen Xing's departing figure. "See you later. Say hello to Emperor Wu of Zhou for me!" He sniffed, "What a poor child."
Wen Xing paused, then walked away without looking back.
*
After entering the palace, Wen Xing's sedan chair passed by the Huangji Palace. Seeing that it was brightly lit, he frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Who is in the Huangji Palace at this time?"
Li Dequan, who was at the side, quickly turned around, bowed his head, and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, it is Lord Ning who is presiding over the court meeting."
Wen Xing was stunned, then he remembered that Ning Wujie had asked him to go to court a few days ago.
No wonder he sneaked out of the palace today without alerting this kid. It turned out that he was busy attending court?
His eyes moved slightly, and curiosity suddenly piqued. He said to the sedan chair bearer, "Let's go to Huangji Palace."
Inside the Huangji Hall, candles were brightly lit.
The court officials looked up at the high steps in horror. The dragon throne that should have been hanging empty was actually occupied by someone.
The man was wearing a black python robe, a golden crown to hold his hair, and his sword was casually pointing to the ground. The golden patterns on the scabbard shone coldly in the candlelight.
Ning Wujie leaned against the dragon throne, supporting his chin with one hand and resting the other hand on the dragon head at the front of the throne's armrest. His posture was lazy, but his eyes were sharp as he scanned the frightened ministers.
You could hear a pin drop in the hall. Everyone was shocked by this extremely presumptuous scene and no one dared to move.
"Is everyone here?" Ning Wujie's mouth curled up in a cold arc. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the hall.
The ministers were stunned for a long time, almost unable to believe their eyes. Finally, Wang Jiang was the first to step forward, pointing at Ning Wujie and angrily shouting, "Ning Wujie! How dare you sit on the Dragon Throne so openly?! Do you still have His Majesty in your eyes?!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Ning Wujie sneered and looked down at Wang Jiang. "Your Majesty has personally bestowed upon me the Nine Gifts. I can enter the court without bowing, and I can bow without naming my name. I can enter the palace with my sword and shoes, and I am honored with the same ceremonial guards as the emperor. Your Majesty has promised me the dignity of an emperor! Why can't I sit on this dragon throne?"
His voice was filled with unquestionable pressure and murderous aura, and all the officials present were so shocked that their pupils dilated.
Inspired by Wang Jiang's momentum, some court officials stepped forward to criticize him: "The Nine Gifts are a gift from Your Majesty. How can they be an excuse for you to overstep your authority?!"
"What you did today clearly shows your wolfish ambitions, it's obvious as day!"
Ning Wujie suddenly stood up, holding the hilt of the knife and walked down the jade steps step by step. The tail of the knife dragged on the ground and made a clanging sound of metal and stone rubbing against the gold bricks.
He said coldly, "I fought bloody battles on the battlefield to quell the rebellion and protect the country of Dachen. You, the rest of you, are idlers, not thinking of serving your country, but instead framing loyal officials. You are the true parasites of the country!"
"What do you mean by framing a loyal and honest person?" Wang Jiang asked, stiffening his neck. "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Ning Wujie sneered, "Prince Xiang rebelled, and our army's route was leaked, leading to an ambush and heavy casualties for our vanguard." He stood in the center of the hall and suddenly pointed his sword at the crowd, "The spy is among you."
After these words were spoken, all the ministers looked at each other in horror.
Wang Jiang glanced at the ministers, who all had different expressions on their faces, and suddenly straightened his face. "That spy has already been captured by Your Majesty. Don't even think about throwing dirty water on us again!"
Ning Wujie narrowed his eyes, a sharp cold light flashing in them, "This just proves that the person behind the scenes has done a great job of framing others and pushing Sun Jing out as a scapegoat!"
He moved slightly, and with a clang, his long sword was unsheathed. The sword light was like a streak of silk, pointing directly at the queue of officials on one side.
The officials were terrified and retreated screaming, and the queue was instantly scattered.
"Ning, Ning Wujie, what are you doing!?"
"You're threatening an imperial official with a weapon in the main hall! Are you crazy?"
Ning Wujie's sharp eyes swept over the terrified officials, "I have found a key clue. It was this person who ordered Han Jin to carry the dragon robe, intending to charge me with treason during the ceremony!"
Wherever he looked, the officials reacted differently. Some were shocked and speechless, some looked disdainful, and some had suspicious and flickering eyes.
Only Xu Chongyun faced Ning Wujie's blade head-on without retreating a single step. Compared to the other officials who retreated, he stood out from the crowd. He glanced at the blade so close to him and sneered, "Lord Ning, you have such great authority."
"Lord Ning is so majestic, why should he be afraid of being framed by others?"
Ning Wujie met his gaze with a cold gaze and snorted, "Of course I'm not afraid. I can sit on the throne, so why can't I wear the dragon robe? No matter who that person is, within seven days, I will make sure he's dead without a burial place!"
But at this moment, a majestic voice sounded from outside the hall: "Who do you want to kill without a burial place?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the emperor in casual clothes standing outside the door.
The officials knelt on the ground and shouted "Long live the emperor" as if they had been pardoned.
Only Ning Wujie was still standing in the hall.
Seeing the emperor, Ning Wujie's pupils shrank slightly, and then he lowered his eyelids and bowed: "Your Majesty."
Wen Xing's face was gloomy, and he slowly walked into the hall with the support of Li Dequan.
As he passed by Ning Wujie, he paused slightly, glanced at the long sword in his hand, which still shone with a cold light, and said coldly, "Ning Qing, bringing a sword into the palace, what are you trying to do?"
Ning Wujie glanced at the blade, his expression showing no sign of panic. He flipped his wrist and sheathed the blade neatly. "I'm just trying to frighten some scoundrels. Your Majesty, please don't blame me."
Wang Jiang saw the emperor as if he had grabbed a lifeline. He immediately pointed at Ning Wujie and said in an angry voice, "Your Majesty, Ning Wujie has no respect for the emperor. Not only did he falsely pass on the imperial decree to convene a court meeting, he even sat on your dragon throne just now, shamelessly claiming to be the emperor!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the civil servants who had just been suppressed by Ning Wujie's power came forward one after another and accused Ning Wujie of crimes.
Ning Wujie narrowed his eyes and suddenly shouted, "His Majesty hasn't spoken yet, so you have no right to speak!"
The sound was so powerful that it silenced all the officials.
Wen Xing was furious: "Ning Wu Jie!"
"Well, you act so obedient and respectful in front of me, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant and domineering behind my back! You dare to sit on my throne today, but what about tomorrow? Are you still planning to rebel?"
Ning Wujie quickly bowed his head in a respectful gesture: "I dare not."
"Why wouldn't you dare?" Wen Xing sized him up and tossed his sleeves. "I think you've gotten carried away. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today, I wouldn't have believed you were such a rebellious person!"
"I will now take away your Nine Gifts!"
"Your Majesty!" Ning Wujie's pupils trembled violently, his face full of disbelief.
Wen Xing glared at him, "It seems I've spoiled you into being so arrogant! Wang Qing is far superior, loyal and courageous, and humble." He looked at Wang Jiang with admiration as he spoke, "Wang Qing's outspoken condemnation of Ning Wujie's disloyalty today is very comforting to me. I will promote Wang Qing to the position of Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate. As for Ning Wujie, he will be dismissed from his position as Commander-in-Chief of the Supervisory Department immediately!"
"What!" Ning Wujie looked up in shock, "Your Majesty wants to take back my Supervisory Office?!"
"Your Supervisory Office?!" Wen Xing raised his voice, furious. "The Supervisory Office is my personal army, and you actually think it's yours! I don't think you want the position of Marshal anymore!"
Ning Wujie stared straight at Wen Xing, his eyes burning with anger.
The two of them stared at each other without giving in, and the hall was filled with a tense atmosphere.
After a long moment of enduring, Ning Wujie finally gave in, seemingly unwillingly, saying, "I know I was wrong." He knelt on one knee with difficulty as he spoke, "I was confused for a moment. I beg Your Majesty to have mercy on me."
Having said that, his eyes were full of stubbornness.
Wen Xing glanced at him. Although he knew that this boy was acting, he still saw a hint of grievance in his eyes and couldn't help but slightly clench his sleeves.
Are you too immersed in the role?
At this moment, a general stepped forward from the ranks, clasped his fists, and said, "Your Majesty! It is true that the Marshal made a mistake, but considering his hard work and contributions in suppressing the rebellion, please forgive him this time!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the generals stepped forward one after another: "I second the motion!"
"Your Majesty, please spare the Marshal this time!"
Wen Xing acted horrified, pointed at the generals and shouted angrily: "You want to rebel, don't you?"
The generals knelt on the ground, "We dare not!"
The civil servants on the other side understood this very well, and this was the reason why Ning Wujie dared to be so arrogant.
In the face of military power, imperial power must also give way.
The emperor's chest heaved with rage, and he glared at the generals fiercely. He finally suppressed his anger and said indignantly, "Okay, I'll keep your position as marshal for now. Let's see how you perform in the future."
Ning Wujie raised the corner of his lips slightly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
This domineering look was clearly seen by the civil servants standing by, and they couldn't help but look horrified.
Wen Xing seemed to have a headache from being so angry. He raised his hand to rub his temples, and with a flick of his sleeves, he walked out of the palace. "Dismiss the court!"
"Your Majesty, we respectfully bid you farewell!"
*
Funing Palace.
After Wen Xing returned to his bedroom, he asked the servants to change his clothes.
He raised his arms and let the servant take off his outer robe. He was so sleepy that he could not open his eyelids.
He closed his eyes to relieve his sleepiness, and when he opened them again, he saw that the servant who changed his clothes had been replaced by Ning Wujie.
He raised an eyebrow. "You followed me so quickly. Aren't you afraid that the spy will find out we're just acting?"
Ning Wujie helped Wen Xing change into his pajamas and said frankly, "Your Majesty has reprimanded me, so naturally I have to curry favor with you, even to the point of being jealous of that idiot Wang Jiang."
Wen Xing chuckled.
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes, "Your Majesty, don't you wish to attend court?"
Wen Xing raised her eyelids and looked at him, "If I don't come, how are you going to continue this drama?"
Ning Wujie said calmly, "Of course, my reputation for arrogance reached His Majesty the next day. Furious, His Majesty issued three imperial edicts, revoking all my honors and positions."
As he spoke, he hooked his fingers around Wen Xing's waist belt and tightened it.
Wen Xing curled his lips and stretched out his arms, "I'm sleepy, hold me to sleep."
Ning Wujie picked the man up by the waist and carried him to the couch, then he lay down on the couch and held the man's waist.
Wen Xing turned around and his nose touched Ning Wujie's.
"How are you going to act out the rest of the story? Will this force the spy to reveal himself?"
Ning Wujie's slightly lowered gaze unexpectedly fell on Wen Xing's collar. His Adam's apple rolled and he said in a deep voice, "Of course it's not over yet."
Wen Xing was curious, "Oh? What's the show next? Do you still need me to set up the stage for you?"
Ning Wujie raised his lip slightly, and instead of answering, he asked, "Your Majesty, how did you know how to act for me today?"
Wen Xing shrugged, "I can tell from your arrogant look."
Ning Wujie's eyes darkened, and he suddenly leaned forward, his voice slightly hoarse, "So, Your Majesty... understands me so well."
As soon as he finished speaking, he sealed Wen Xing's lips with a kiss.
Wen Xing gently pushed it away, "Um... I'm... so tired."
Ning Wujie licked Wen Xing's lips and teeth with lingering desire, and did not let go for a long time.
After he let out a deep sigh, he lay down on his side again and hugged Wen Xing's waist tightly in his arms.
He buried the tip of his nose in the tangled hair on Wen Xing's neck and said in a hoarse voice, "Go to sleep, Your Majesty."
Wen Xing hummed, feeling exhausted, and soon fell asleep in the warm arms of the person behind him.
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The author has something to say: Fellow countryman: How does it feel to ask the CP you are supporting to BE and then come to me for help? (Inhaling oxygen)
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