Chapter 63 From now on, I can only serve His Majesty...
“Boom—!”
Spring thunder rumbled outside the window, and rain poured down, forming a curtain of rain outside the window.
Ning Wujie's breathing stagnated and his heart almost stopped. He looked at Wen Xing with eyes full of shock, fear and helplessness.
Suddenly, a chilling thought came to his mind, making him tremble all over. He suppressed his voice and said, "Your Majesty, please tell me what you just drank."
The drug took effect quickly. Wen Xing began to feel dizzy. His body swayed slightly uncontrollably and he slowly fell forward, his forehead resting on Ning Wujie's shoulder.
A sharp breath lingered in his nose. He took a deep breath, his breath barely escaping. "It's... poison."
He noticed that the other person's body suddenly stiffened.
"Imperial Physician!" Ning Wujie hugged him tightly and shouted at the outside at the top of his lungs, "Call the Imperial Physician!"
The servants outside had never heard Ning Wujie's panicked cry. Realizing that something was wrong, they quickly responded and stumbled out.
"No need..." Wen Xing said, his eyelids growing heavy. "It's too late."
He noticed that the other person's arms were shaking uncontrollably. Ning Wujie's sobbing cry reached his ears: "Why on earth?"
"Didn't I tell you..." Wen Xing sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I'm tired. I don't want to be the emperor anymore..."
He tried to raise his head, and Ning Wujie's tears fell on his cheeks.
One drop, two drops, warm tears fell on his cheeks one after another, even hitting his eyelashes, blurring his vision.
Wen Xing was stunned and unconsciously reached out to touch the other person's wet cheek, his tears soaking his fingertips.
"Ning Wujie...why are you so crybaby?"
It seemed as if something fell hotly into Ning Wujie's heart along with that tear, burning his heart.
It hurts so much, his heart hurts so much.
The pain was sharp and continuous, just like when I died in my previous life.
Why? Was it because of the pill? He recalled that Fu Wenxin had said that the symptoms of taking the pill would be like sudden death.
So...did he die suddenly again?
He thought helplessly.
It really hurts him to death.
"Your Majesty... why..." Ning Wujie's voice was choked and hoarse, filled with anger and despair, and every word was tearful: "You clearly promised me that you would not tear out my heart again!"
Wen Xing's brain reaction became very slow. Did he agree?
It seems like there has been.
But why? He was the one who was going to die, but he didn't frame the Ning family this time.
Why did Ning Wujie feel like his heart was being torn out?
Perhaps, it was because he forced Ning Wujie to be charged with treason and usurpation of the throne, and Ning Wujie was really harmed badly by him.
But...he really had no other choice.
"I'm sorry... I really... didn't... mean to hurt you..." He denied weakly. The dizziness became more and more intense. The hand that was stroking Ning Wujie couldn't support it and fell down, but was caught by the other party and placed back on his heart.
The palm of my hand felt scorching hot and my heart was beating wildly.
"Dongdong-dongdong-dong"
My heartbeat was extremely chaotic, and every beat seemed to burst out of my body.
Ning Wujie tightly grasped his hand, as if holding a treasure that was about to be lost. His voice was low and hoarse, wailing like a trapped animal: "You are not allowed to die! I will not do as you wish! If you die, I will not take your place. I will definitely destroy your kingdom with my own hands!"
"So you have to stay alive! Look at me with your own eyes and stop me, do you hear me?"
Wen Xing took a long time to react, and suddenly smiled helplessly.
Why wasn't he surprised at all?
He knew that this stubborn guy would never listen to him.
Wen Xing's vision was already blurry. He looked up at Ning Wujie's face. It was so close, but he could no longer see it clearly. Only warm tears kept falling, soaking the skin on his face and neck.
He forced himself to stay conscious and said in a voice that he could barely hear, almost pleadingly: "Ning Wujie...then could you please...help me...okay?"
The fingertips holding his hand trembled violently, and his hand slipped from the other's palm.
"Help me... defend my kingdom... I only trust... you..."
And...I'm sorry.
Before he could finish his last words, Wen Xing's world had fallen completely into darkness.
Noticing that the last bit of weak breath of the person in his arms had completely dissipated, Ning Wujie couldn't believe it. He used trembling fingers to test Wen Xing's breath. In a moment, his pupils contracted violently.
My heart felt like it was being pressed down by a thousand-pound iron, and suffocating pain swept through my body.
After a long time, the heavy iron pressing on his heart suddenly turned into thousands of sharp blades, piercing into his softest heart, torturing his flesh and blood. The pain was so heartbreaking that trickles of blood oozed from his clenched teeth and slid down the corners of his lips.
His legs went weak and he fell uncontrollably to the ground. He then hurriedly hugged the person tightly in his arms, fearing that the person would be hurt.
"No...no! Your Majesty...please...don't go..."
He sobbed intermittently, his voice suppressed and hoarse, like a wild beast trapped in a desperate situation and covered in wounds.
Soon, the sobbing became heavier and finally turned into an extremely miserable cry.
The shouts were heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching, and the servants and guards waiting outside the palace were all trembling with fear when they heard the sounds.
Everyone rushed in upon hearing the sound.
However, the scene before them made everyone pause.
Ning Wujie was seen sitting dejectedly on the ground, his arms tightly hugging a gaunt figure.
He buried his head in the other's neck, his shoulders trembling slightly, and occasionally he let out uncontrollable sobs. The sobs were heartbreaking and painful, as if there was a kind of desperate and cold atmosphere filling the hall.
Some servants burst into tears just by listening to his crying.
Li Dequan rushed over upon hearing the news. Seeing His Majesty's peaceful face, as if he were deep in sleep, Ning Wujie's wailing made his heart leap. He knelt uncontrollably on the ground, mumbling, "Your Majesty?!"
Zhai Yuanqing rushed over and saw the figures hugging each other on the ground. He asked nervously, "Master Ning, what's going on?!"
Ning Wujie seemed to be unable to hear the voices of others, and just hugged the person tightly and refused to let go.
Zhai Yuanqing had no choice but to reach out to pull Wen Xing's wrist, but his wrist was suddenly clamped by a huge force. He looked up suddenly and met Ning Wujie's murderous gaze, as if he was a ferocious beast guarding a treasure, and anyone who approached would be torn into pieces.
Zhai Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He quickly lowered his voice and spoke cautiously, "Master Ning, it's me, Zhai Yuanqing."
Noticing that the grip on his wrist had loosened slightly, he said again, "Let me see Your Majesty?"
He stared at Ning Wujie with bated breath. After a long time, the force on his wrist was finally released. Zhai Yuanqing wiped the sweat from his forehead and took Wen Xing's wrist to check his pulse. After a moment, his face suddenly changed and he said in panic, "Lord Ning, what happened?! Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Li Dequan tumbled and tugged at his sleeve, anxiously asking, "Doctor Zhai, how is the emperor?"
Zhai Yuanqing stared at Ning Wujie's gloomy face, which seemed to be filled with a violent storm. An inexplicable sense of fear arose spontaneously. He said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... has passed away..."
"What?!"
Li Dequan was shocked and shouted in disbelief: "How is this possible!"
"Doctor Zhai, are you mistaken?!"
Zhai Yuanqing looked at him and nodded vigorously, "Yes... my heart disease has relapsed."
Li Dequan was stunned, and urged desperately: "Why don't you help quickly!"
But Zhai Yuanqing closed his eyes deeply and shook his head, "It's useless."
Li Dequan felt a chill down his spine, and finally collapsed to the ground with his eyes wide open.
Zhai Yuanqing calmed himself down and hurriedly said to a stunned guard, "Go and ring the funeral bell!"
The guard reacted and said yes repeatedly, then ran out in a hurry.
At this moment, the sound of rain outside was suddenly mixed with the clanging of footsteps and the clashing of armor. A loud command pierced through the rain and reached the palace.
"Three thousand troops take over the palace!"
The hurried footsteps were getting closer and closer. When they reached the palace gate, someone shouted loudly, "No disaster!"
Ning Wujie still didn't move, as if he had turned a deaf ear to it.
Three figures in armor appeared in the Funing Palace. Rainwater flowed down from their armor and landed on the golden brick floor at their feet, splashing water.
After seeing the scene in the hall clearly, the three of them froze in place at the same time.
Wu Jing looked puzzled and said in amazement: "Your Majesty, what are you doing..."
Before he could finish his words, he heard the death knell.
“Boom—boom—boom—!”
The sound of the huge bell was deafening, and the heavy sound waves made people tremble with fear.
Ning Buhuo's whole body trembled and his face turned pale instantly.
what happened? !
His Majesty was fine, why did he suddenly pass away?!
Finally, Ning Zheng rushed forward, grabbed Ning Wujie's wrist, and said in a deep voice: "Wujie! Speak!"
However, Ning Wujie just stared at him coldly without answering.
The tears in her eyes seemed to have dried up, leaving only a pair of dark and bottomless pupils in her scarlet eye sockets.
That gaze was terrifyingly empty, as if everything in it had been annihilated. Ning Zheng was pinned to the spot by it, a chill running through his body.
"Dad!" Ning Buhuo picked up the torn bright yellow scroll on the ground and handed it to him.
Ning Zheng hurriedly took it, put the scrolls together, and saw the words on it clearly.
His fingertips trembled, and a storm surged in his heart. Even his usual stern expression could not be suppressed, and it was all written on his face.
Ning Buhuo was also shocked.
Seeing the two men's thunderstruck expressions, Wu Jing quickly took the scroll and exclaimed, "How is this possible?"
He looked at Ning Wujie in disbelief, "Wujie! Is this why you asked me to control the palace restrictions?!"
When he received the secret letter from the Inspector, he thought something big was going to happen in the palace, so he hurriedly reunited with the Ning father and son and led the troops into the palace. After taking control of the palace, he searched everywhere for Ning Wujie.
result......
No matter how you look at this situation, it seems like his childhood friend is forcing His Majesty to abdicate!
Wu Jing had just been shocked by the death of His Majesty, and in the blink of an eye he was charged with treason. The series of shocks left him stunned.
Ning Buhuo refused to believe it. His brother had previously sworn that he loved His Majesty, so how could he turn around and force someone to death and usurp the throne?!
Wasn't it his younger brother who stopped him from rebelling time and time again?!
Both of them were caught in an incredible sense of absurdity, only Ning Zheng quickly recovered from his shock and thought about countermeasures.
The funeral bell rang one after another, and it had already rung eighty-one times.
It’s too late!
Ning Zheng half-knelt, grabbed his son's collar and shouted angrily: "Wake up!"
Ning Wujie's unfocused pupils gradually focused at this sound, and finally solidified into an extremely sharp cold light.
"Wujie, Dad doesn't care what happened between you and His Majesty. Now is the critical moment, you have to take this position, whether you want to or not! Otherwise, our Ning family will be destroyed!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the guards in the hall broke out in cold sweats.
Were they witnessing a coup d'état?!
However, the entire Funing Palace had already been controlled by the Three Thousand Camps. How could they dare to say no?
Ning Buhuo was awakened by Ning Zheng's words and hurriedly said, "I'll send a message back to the northwest right away!" As he said that, he hurried out the door.
Ning Zheng said to Wu Jing again: "Quickly send people to hold down the three major camps in the capital to prevent any changes!"
Wu Jing came back to his senses, nodded repeatedly, and rushed out of the door without stopping.
Ning Zheng took a deep breath, hiding the panic in his eyes, and said to Ning Wujie: "Are you awake?!"
Ning Wujie raised his hand, pressed down on his father's wrist, and shook it off heavily.
Without saying a word, he lifted the person in his arms, turned around and walked into the inner room. His movements were extremely gentle and slow, as if he was treating a fragile treasure. Finally, he placed the person on the couch with great care.
Then he stood up, his eyes lowered, and silently stared at the sleeping face of the person on the couch. The candlelight in the hall flickered, but it could not illuminate his eyes at all.
Ning Zheng looked at his son's appearance and was afraid that he would not wake up for a while.
He sighed softly, dismissed the attendants and guards in the hall, and ordered, "You are not allowed to say a single word about what happened today."
Everyone answered yes tremblingly.
He also asked Zhai Yuanqing about the cause of His Majesty's death.
Zhai Yuanqing said truthfully: "It was cardiac arrest. I guess it was a relapse of heart disease. He hadn't taken medicine for too long, so..."
Ning Zheng looked suspicious. His Majesty was surrounded by attendants, and Wujie was always by his side. How could this happen?
Zhai Yuanqing tentatively asked Ning Zheng: "This medical case, should I..."
He knew in his heart that regardless of whether Ning Wujie had killed His Majesty, the situation was bound to change. If he wanted to survive, he had to listen to Ning Zheng.
Ning Zheng calmed down and said solemnly, "Just write it as it is."
Zhai Yuanqing bowed his head and said yes, then took his leave.
Ning Zheng saw Li Dequan still kneeling dejectedly, so he walked over and pulled him up. "Eunuch Li, did His Majesty say anything to you before he passed away?"
Li Dequan thought for a moment, as if remembering something. He nodded and sobbed, "Your Majesty said the other day... that from now on, all palace affairs... will be under the control of Lord Ning... and that I will serve Lord Ning well..."
As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, "I thought... I thought..." His voice choked and he didn't say anything else.
Ning Zheng's pupils trembled, and he figured it out almost instantly.
He didn't believe his son would attempt to usurp the throne, so...
"Your Majesty arranged all of this?!"
He suppressed the shock in his eyes and walked quickly to the inner room, "Wujie, did you hear that?!"
Ning Zheng stood by the door, staring blankly at his son's back.
Under the dim candlelight, the back figure was half bright and half dark, but it seemed to be carrying a heavy sorrow, which weighed down the handsome and straight spine and made it lose its former sharpness.
It was as if something had broken his son's pride.
Ning Zheng's nose felt sore. He slowly walked to Ning Wujie's side and said in a hoarse voice, "Wujie... talk to daddy..."
"Tell Daddy...what happened?"
After a long time, he heard Ning Wujie sigh deeply, as if he had spit out all his vitality and no longer had the desire to live.
Then he glanced sideways and saw Ning Wujie looking up, his eyes full of death, but a tear trickled down the corner of his eye.
"He asked me to help him..."
"He left and left me with the deepest curse."
From now on, he can neither live nor die.
He can only look after the country for his majesty.
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The author has something to say: When I was writing this chapter, there was a little 5j in my mind crying and asking me to return his wife~~
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PS: I'm sorry, my dears, that I couldn't update the chapter yesterday because the author didn't have enough manuscripts, and because this chapter is very important, I didn't dare to post it hastily. I can't guarantee the quality if I update it.
I can only say that I tried my best to write it. As for the effect, I don't know.
Don't hit me, I've already been stabbed. Don't scold me anymore, or I'll suffocate.
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