Chapter 74 You can still hide from me as if nothing happened...
Governor's Office of Southern Yunnan.
The night banquet was filled with bright lights, music and drinking.
King Xiang Wenli and Governor Gao Meng sat high in the main seats, while the officials and generals below had the excitement and restlessness on their faces as if they were on the eve of a great battle.
"Everyone!" King Xiang raised his glass, his voice booming over the clamor in the hall. "The army is about to march. Let's drink to our victory!"
Everyone responded, raised their glasses and shouted, "Long live His Royal Highness Prince Xiang!"
Prince Xiang added, "There's something else worth celebrating today." He gestured toward the lower seat, near the main seat, and said, "The presence of Mr. Xuanjian, a man so seldom seen, has brought such honor to the Governor's Mansion today!"
Everyone's eyes focused on Wen Xing.
Someone exclaimed in amazement: "Is this the famous Mr. Xuanjian?"
"I heard that the master lived in seclusion and rarely appeared in public. Even the servants at Soseki Residence rarely saw his master's face."
"Your Highness Prince Xiang is so proud to have invited you to a banquet!
Wen Xing sat calmly in his original position, raising the wine cup to his lips, and chuckled in his heart when he heard this.
It’s all thanks to that brat!
He was forced to come to the banquet, so he could no longer hide his appearance which he had hidden for so long.
It's not that he likes to be mysterious, it's just that his eye color is too special, so every time he changes his appearance, he has to change his eyes as well.
That thing is different from contact lenses. Your eyes will become dry if you wear them for too long, and they are disposable.
But it is very valuable, and I have to trouble Fu Wenxin to use it after I use it up.
So he always tries to avoid looking disgraceful.
Now, in order to attend the banquet, everyone knows what he looks like. It would seem pretentious to hide it any further.
Someone at the table asked curiously, "I don't know your name, sir. Now that you've appeared today, may we have the honor of meeting you?"
Wen Xing was silent for a moment, then said, "My name is Li Wenyan."
"What a great name!" Praises were heard throughout the crowd. Some people even raised their wine cups to toast him, but were rejected by Wen Xing on the grounds that he could not drink much.
King Xiang cast a sharp glance at Wen Xing and said, "Sir, you are truly a lucky star for our army. You accurately predicted the collapse of the mountains in eastern Guizhou, allowing our army to avoid an unfavorable opportunity."
"However," he changed the subject, "Ning Wujie is about to capture Huainan, and has divided his forces to deal with Longxi. The opportunity for battle is fleeting. I have already made contact with Jiaodong, and we will attack from both east and west, heading straight for the capital."
"Therefore, our army must march within the month!"
All the officials echoed.
King Xiang looked at Wen Xing and gave him a half-hearted smile. "When the time comes, I'll need you to take care of my army. I'd like you to accompany me so I can consult you at any time. What do you think?"
Wen Xing was startled and flatly refused, "Your Highness's kindness is deeply appreciated. However, I am weak and fear it would be difficult for me to accompany the army. Before the army sets out, I will do my best to conduct detailed divinations for Your Highness's decision."
Upon hearing this, Prince Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze lingering on Wen Xing's face for a moment, then he revealed a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "We can discuss this matter later. Come, everyone, let's drink this cup together!"
Gao Meng also raised his glass and said, "Sir, you are a one-man army worth a hundred thousand. Your Highness treasures you like nothing else. How can you be so uneasy about leaving you alone behind?"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the officials responded and urged Wen Xing to go on the expedition together.
Wen Xing's eyes darkened a little.
He originally wanted to delay a little longer, but when King Xiang visited him several times, he always used various reasons to explain that the time to send troops was not right. Now that King Xiang's patience was exhausted, it would seem suspicious for him to persuade him again.
Moreover, he held the secret of King Xiang's hidden illness. If he were not still useful, King Xiang would have wanted to kill him long ago.
When he first came to southern Yunnan, he saw that the climate here was changeable and the predictions of the local Imperial Observatory were often wrong. On a whim, he gave some advice to the farmers. Unexpectedly, his reputation spread quickly, and within a few months he became a famous "god".
Although he also enjoyed the convenience, money, and even power brought by this identity.
But right now, it seems there is more trouble.
Wen Xing thought helplessly.
I always feel that it won't be long before he escapes again.
At this moment, there was the sound of jingling bells outside the hall, and a fragrant breeze blew in, and the officials all looked sideways towards the door.
Gao Mengyang laughed: "Look at this movement, it must be Miss Rumeng coming."
But then a woman in a crimson dance costume with a graceful figure came in, leading a group of musicians and dancers.
Gao Meng seemed to be very familiar with her. "Rumeng, why don't you come and meet Mr. Xuanjian? Mr. Xuanjian is different from us ordinary mortals. He is an immortal. If you absorb more of his immortal aura, your dance will become more beautiful."
This statement caused another round of laughter from the crowd.
Rumeng's eyes flickered, and she stepped forward with a smile, bowing to Wen Xing: "My humble daughter Rumeng greets you, sir."
She raised her head, and the moment her eyes met Wen Xing's, the two of them exchanged glances quickly.
The sound of stringed instruments rose, dancing gracefully like a dream, like a gorgeous butterfly, flitting among the banquet.
She danced in front of Gao Meng's table, and with a flick of her long sleeves, the silk material wrapped in a fragrant breeze blew to Gao Meng's nose. Gao Meng's half body softened and he laughed heartily, completely unaware that the key at his waist had silently fallen into the woman's sleeve.
Soon, the woman spun around and danced to Wen Xing's table. She leaned over to pour wine for Wen Xing, her hair almost brushing his cheek, her gesture intimate and ambiguous.
In this unnoticeable close encounter, the key bunch fell into the hem of Wen Xing's clothes under the desk.
At the same time, a voice came into my ears: "There is a secret compartment under the third brick in the northeast corner of the study."
Wen Xing quickly clenched the key with a calm expression.
This is one of the conveniences brought by his identity.
The crowd was still making a noise, "I guess even an immortal can't defeat this Rouge Cardamom."
There were bursts of loud laughter at the scene.
After three rounds of drinks, Wen Xing quietly left the table on the pretext of "changing clothes".
He avoided the patrolling guards and successfully reached the outside of Gao Meng's study by following the path he had secretly memorized during the day.
He was about to open the door when he suddenly heard a loud shout from behind him: "Who are you?! Why are you sneaking around here?!"
Wen Xing's back stiffened, and his mind was quickly thinking of a countermeasure.
He slowly turned around and said with a smile, "I was looking for a place to change clothes, but I got lost for a while." As he spoke, the arrow trigger hidden in his sleeve quietly slid to his fingertips.
The guard shouted, "This is the restricted area of the study. No one is allowed to approach! Go!"
Wen Xing frowned, and just as he was about to raise his hand to fire a hidden arrow, he saw a dark shadow descend from the eaves like a ghost. With a dull thud, the guard collapsed to the ground without a single grunt.
Wen Xing was shocked and subconsciously aimed his sleeve arrow at the black shadow that suddenly appeared.
But the black shadow didn't hesitate at all. The moment he raised his hand, he flew forward, accurately grasped his knuckles that were about to press the sleeve arrow with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other hand.
“Woo——!”
Wen Xing struggled in fear, but was shocked to find that the other party was incredibly strong.
The black shadow pulled off the veil, revealing a cold, handsome and familiar face. The deep eyes were extremely sharp in the moonlight, staring at him without blinking.
Wen Xing's pupils suddenly contracted.
Ning Wujie? !
"Don't make a sound." Ning Wujie lowered his voice, then let go of him and quickly dragged the unconscious guard to hide him deep in the flowers and trees. Then he turned back and quickly took out a few thin iron sticks from his arms. In just a few seconds, he quietly pried open the lock of the study door.
Wen Xing followed Ning Wujie and slipped inside.
He turned around and closed the door, unable to help but lower his voice and said anxiously: "Are you crazy?! How dare you come here?! The King of Xiang recognizes you!"
Ning Wujie glanced at him coldly in the darkness, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "If I hadn't come, how would you have gotten into the study? Would you have just barged in so brazenly and attracted a bunch of guards?"
Wen Xing shook the key in his hand and said proudly: "I have the key."
Ning Wujie's eyes fell on the bunch of keys and he paused for a moment, incredulous: "Then why are you still watching me pick the lock?"
Wen Xing raised an eyebrow and smiled, mockingly replying, "I thought Second Young Master Ning was quite upright, but I didn't expect him to learn such unorthodox methods."
Ning Wujie stared at the man for a long while, then said coldly, "Sir, you always like to speak in sarcastic tones. You really are like an old friend of mine." As he spoke, he took a step forward, closed the distance between them, and lifted Wen Xing's chin.
Wen Xing was forced to raise his head, his nose almost touching the other person's.
The other person's lips parted slightly, and his breath brushed against his nose. "If you didn't know, you would think that my old friend had returned to life."
Wen Xing: ...
He hastily turned his face away, broke free from Ning Wujie's grip on his knuckles, and said hurriedly, "Hurry up, there's no time."
Ning Wujie looked at his forced composure, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Wen Xing quickly followed Ru Meng's instructions, found the northeast corner, groped for the third floor tile, and pressed it lightly. The bookshelf automatically split into two and pushed open to both sides. Sure enough, a hidden secret compartment popped out.
The secret compartment requires another specific key to open. Because of its special shape, it is not difficult to find. Wen Xing quickly found it in the keychain, inserted it and twisted it.
The mechanism made a slight sound and the secret compartment quietly opened.
There are many confidential documents stacked densely inside.
Ning Wujie's eyes turned fierce and he rushed forward to search.
"I never thought that you have such ability that you even know the location of the top-secret secret compartment in the Governor's Mansion."
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Wen Xing's profile, as if trying to discern something from the other's expression.
Is this kind of method also within the capabilities of Tingchao Academy?
But Wen Xing didn't even raise his head. "I helped Ru Meng once, and this is what she paid me back. Let's call it a deal."
It seems that Gao Meng is quite lustful, and he even revealed such important information to Rumeng.
Like a dream? Ning Wujie asked, "That's the courtesan from earlier, right?"
Wen Xing was slightly surprised, "You saw everything?"
He lowered his voice and shouted angrily: "You really don't want to live, the King of Xiang is in the hall!"
Ning Wujie glanced at him, "What are you whispering about so close to me? Aren't you afraid that someone will find out?"
"I've already told you that you only need to bring me in disguised as your guard, and I'll take care of the rest. You insist on using your own methods."
Ning Wujie folded his arms and looked at him, "Your method is to find an otaku to help you steal the key and flirt with you in public?"
Wen Xing's face darkened.
What flirting?!
He held his forehead, too lazy to argue with this man. Time was pressing, so he said anxiously: "What are you looking for? I've opened the secret compartment for you now, hurry up!"
Ning Wujie took a deep breath and began to search again, "Defense maps of the important towns in southern Yunnan."
Wen Xing understood instantly.
Southern Yunnan is mountainous and easy to defend but difficult to attack. Once it becomes separatist throughout the dynasties, it is difficult to recover. Ning Wujie is currently under attack from both sides and cannot mobilize a large army to attack southern Yunnan, otherwise the empty rear will be even more dangerous.
With a defense map, you can achieve great results with little effort and win with a smaller force.
Although Wen Xing firmly believed that according to the historical trajectory, Ning Wujie would win no matter what, he still decided to help in order to let this person finish the task quickly and stay away from him.
Soon, Ning Wujie took out an album and unfolded it in the faint moonlight coming in from the window.
"Found it!" Wen Xing's eyes lit up, "Let's go quickly."
Ning Wujie shook his head, his eyes quickly scanning the pictures in the album, and said in a calm voice: "You can't take it away, it will alert the enemy."
Once Gao Meng discovered that the deployment map was lost, he would immediately adjust the deployment, and everything would be in vain.
Wen Xing's pupils widened in disbelief.
This map is densely packed with markings of troop deployments, checkpoints and fortresses, and food routes. The information is as vast as the sea of stars. Is this kid trying to memorize it all?!
He finally understood why Ning Wujie insisted on coming despite his repeated dissuasion.
No one except Ning Wujie could remember this amount of information.
At this moment, subtle but chaotic footsteps could be heard from a distance, accompanied by low shouts: "Quick! Guard all entrances and exits! Search thoroughly!"
Wen Xing was startled and lowered his voice: "I'm afraid Gao Meng has discovered that the key is lost. We have to leave quickly!"
Ning Wujie remained motionless, still staring at the atlas: "Wait a little longer."
"It will be too late if we don't leave now!" Wen Xing said anxiously.
At this moment, a woman's voice was heard outside the door: "Sir, give me the key! I'll go and lead them away!"
Wen Xing turned his head and saw Rumeng pushing open the door and waving at him anxiously. He didn't hesitate and handed the key to her decisively, "Be careful, lock the door, I'll climb out the window."
The woman nodded, locked the door from the outside and walked away quickly.
Wen Xing turned around and saw Ning Wujie with a frown on his face and his eyes extremely focused.
The light of the lanterns and the sound of footsteps outside the window were getting closer and closer. His heart was pounding like a drum and cold sweat soaked his back.
How could it be possible to make it in such a short time!
Just when he was almost in despair, he saw Ning Wujie suddenly close his eyes, take a deep breath, then quickly put the album away, put it back into the secret compartment as it was, and restore everything to its original state.
So fast?
This kid is really not a human being!
"Let's go!" Wen Xing pulled him and rushed out.
But then I heard several heavy footsteps stop outside the door.
"Sir, the door is locked. No one should have been here."
Gao Meng's voice was heard: "It's better to check it out to be sure." Then the metallic sound of the door lock being pried open was heard.
It’s too late!
Ning Wujie pulled Wen Xing back and scanned the hiding places in the room.
There are many objects in the study, but there is only space under a narrow couch near the window.
Ning Wujie lifted up the hanging brocade and stuffed Wen Xing directly into it.
However, the space under the couch was narrow, only wide enough for one person.
Wen Xing's heart was in his throat. He was anxiously wondering where Ning Wujie should hide, but he saw that the other party came in without hesitation.
Wen Xing:!
The next moment, he felt dizzy.
Ning Wujie hugged him around the waist, turned over swiftly, and placed himself under him.
The two of them were instantly pressed tightly together, their noses touching, their warm breaths inevitably intertwined.
In the darkness, each other's expressions were reflected in each other's eyes, and Wen Xing could even clearly feel the rapid heartbeat coming from the other's chest.
"Dongdong-dongdong-dong"
Complex and heavy.
Ning Wujie's hot breath brushed against his lips, easily stirring up his soft and moist memories.
At this moment, the study door was pushed open with a clang.
Gao Meng's footsteps echoed in the study. The candle was lit, and the mottled light filtered through the brocade hanging over the edge of the couch, casting bright and dark shadows on the faces of the two people pressed together.
The two of them held their breath almost at the same time, not daring to move, and all their senses were tense to the extreme.
The footsteps are getting closer.
Wen Xing rolled his eyes nervously, looking over the edge of the silk, and was surprised to see Gao Meng's boots were so close to him without him noticing.
Gao Meng could see them as long as he bent down.
Wen Xing gasped and almost made a sound.
But at this moment, warm lips covered him, suppressing all the sounds in his throat.
With the back of his neck being held, Wen Xing's heartbeat became chaotic at that moment.
He had the illusion that he was back to a year ago, when he pressed Ning Wujie down on the dragon couch and kissed him fiercely.
I don't know why, but I suddenly miss...
He clearly hadn't had such thoughts in the past year, so why did he become the "tyrant" who was tempted by beauty again when this kid appeared?
The two of them were so close to each other, as if they were not in any dangerous situation, but in the Funing Palace a year ago.
Suddenly, a woman's voice came from outside the door, "Hey, Mr. Gao! Look at this, what is it?"
Gao Meng turned around and saw Rumeng picking up a bunch of keys from the grass under the study corridor. "Are you looking for this?"
Gao Meng rushed out, took the key, and after carefully examining it, he suddenly burst into laughter, "I actually dropped it here!"
The woman smiled and said, "I think it must have fallen when the master left the study. Fortunately, it was a false alarm."
She was about to take Gao Meng's arm when she spoke, but Gao Meng hesitated and said, "Wait."
He pushed the woman away, turned around and walked into the study again.
Hearing the footsteps approaching again, Wen Xing's pupils trembled violently and he looked up instinctively, but Ning Wujie held the back of his neck tightly, preventing him from moving.
He could only prick up his ears and listen attentively.
He heard Gao Meng take out the key and open the secret compartment.
Soon, the secret compartment was closed again. Gao Meng turned and walked out. He put his arm around the woman's waist and said with a smile, "It's okay. Come on, have a couple more drinks with me."
After everyone left, the study door was locked again.
Only two people were still hiding under the couch.
Wen Xing let out a long sigh, and his nerves suddenly relaxed.
However, the man did not move away from his lips.
The warm touch seemed to stimulate a nerve in Wen Xing. He narrowed his eyes slightly and his tongue involuntarily slipped out of his lips.
However, Ning Wujie took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress something, and finally let go of him with great reluctance, his voice low and hoarse: "...They're gone."
Wen Xing's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of morning mist. Seeing the soft and warm lips suddenly withdraw, he frowned in dissatisfaction, then suddenly lowered his head and bit the other's lips, like a little animal bringing back its most beloved prey.
This time, it was no longer just a simple kiss of lips.
His tongue tip, with irresistible dominance, pushed open the other person's teeth and swept into the warm mouth.
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled slightly, and then his teeth opened slightly, allowing the other party to break in, tease him at will, and stir his tongue.
Their lips and teeth were entangled, the sound of water was warm, and occasionally a few broken low moans overflowed, intertwining hotly with each other's rapid breathing.
A glimmer flickered in his half-closed eyes.
At this point, can you still hide from me as if nothing happened?
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The author has something to say: Wenmao (mad): This is not my fault! He used the honey trap!
5j (squinting): Haha.
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