Chapter 75 I won't give you another chance to escape.
It was not until an arm quietly wrapped around Wen Xing's lower back and pushed him down lightly with irresistible force that Wen Xing suddenly came back to his senses as if waking from a dream.
The eyelashes fluttered slowly, and the mist in the eyes gradually dissipated.
Wait a minute…what is he doing?
He is no longer the "tyrant ruler" he once was, so why would he want to be close to Ning Wujie?!
Wen Xing's pupils suddenly shrank. He took a breath and looked up suddenly, but with a "bang" he bumped into the hard couch.
"hiss--!"
His eyes went dark with pain, and he reached out to touch the back of his head, but another hand covered the painful area faster than him.
The palm of his hand was warm and soothing, and he rubbed slowly with moderate force to relieve the pain.
Wen Xing's frown relaxed little by little during the slow massage. His breathing stagnated slightly, and he stared at Ning Wujie intently for a moment.
The other person's handsome face appeared particularly clear in the dim and cramped space. He could even see the shadows under the other person's long eyelashes and the faint light in his eyes.
Wen Xing tried his best to keep a calm face, but a violent storm was brewing in his heart, and the raging waves were beating against the crumbling defense dam.
what to do?
How should he explain it? It was just a kiss, shouldn't it be a leak?
His brain nearly shut down, and he couldn't come up with a solution for a long time. Instead, Ning Wujie spoke first: "Sir, how long are you going to watch? Are you planning to stay here overnight?"
Seeing that the other party did not pursue the matter, Wen Xing felt relieved. He turned over and tried to leave, but found that the arm around his waist showed no sign of loosening.
Wen Xing couldn't help but frown and gave him a questioning look.
Ning Wujie's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said slowly, "Before, I just took off the master's hat, and he clamored for compensation. Now the master is personally..."
Wen Xing covered Ning Wujie's mouth with his hand.
As expected, there is no escape!
He turned the tables without changing his expression: "It was obviously you who kissed me first."
Ning Wujie's lips were covered, but his eyes narrowed slightly. With his mouth covered, his voice was muffled and unclear: "If I hadn't blocked your mouth like this, we would have been beheaded by now."
Wen Xing's palm was placed on Ning Wujie's lips. When the other party spoke, his lips opened and closed, gently brushing across his palm, especially with a warm and moist breath.
It was as if something carrying an electric current tickled his heart. His heartbeat quickened and he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
Ning Wujie tilted his head slightly, looking at him calmly, and said quietly, "I was just trying to stop you, sir. Who told you to stick out your tongue? Could it be that I'm so good-looking that even you... are tempted by my beauty?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in the cold voice.
Wen Xing couldn't believe it.
Is this something Ning Wujie, a man of self-discipline and righteousness, would say? Are you sure it won't burn your mouth?
What happened in this year?
Wen Xing felt like his worldview was shattered.
It's even more terrifying than that. He has the illusion that the innocent puppy has turned into a black-bellied mad dog.
Combined with the rumors he had heard before about Ning Wujie's cruelty and cruelty, he suddenly believed it now, even though he didn't believe it at first.
Wen Xing was stunned for a long time before he realized the second half of the other party's sentence.
What does "being tempted by beauty" mean?
Why add "也"?
He closed his eyes and gave up. "Yes, I was attracted by your beauty! You are so beautiful, and you took the initiative to throw yourself into my arms. Who can resist? Your Majesty!"
He pushed the person away in annoyance, turned over and walked out, then stood up and lowered his head with disgust to brush off the dust on his clothes.
He thought he had concealed his anger well by keeping a tense expression, but he didn't realize that the word "anger" was written all over his body.
Ning Wujie slowly stood up, looked at his forced calmness with ease, and raised his lips almost imperceptibly.
"Sir, you really look like my old friend."
Wen Xing paused, how could it be like that?!
He had even let Xinghe and Li Dequan see his disguised appearance.
He recalled the reactions of the two people in his mind -
Li Dequan was stunned, and looked him up and down in disbelief. "To be honest, Master, your face is too ordinary, and it doesn't quite match your temperament. However, in my humble opinion, no one should be able to tell."
Wen Xing ignored the word "should".
Xinghe circled around him with a blazing gaze, "Wow! Master, you're like a completely different person! How amazing!" As he spoke, he reached out to pinch his face, "Huh? What is this made of? You can't tell it's a fake face at all! I don't think anyone can tell!"
The three words "I think" were ignored by Wen Xing.
Wen Xing took a deep breath.
Even they can't see it!
He regained his confidence from the reactions of the two people in his memory, and his expression returned to calm, even with a hint of alienation and indifference: "I have no interest in Mr. Ning's old friend. Please don't compare me with him anymore."
"Oh." Ning Wujie's voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard. "Ordinary people would always feel a little curious when they hear someone looks like them."
Wen Xing looked at Ning Wujie calmly, and said with a provocative curl of his lips: "I am not an ordinary person."
"Second Master Ning, have you forgotten? In the land of southern Yunnan, I am considered half an immortal."
As he spoke, he walked towards the window. When he passed by the desk, he looked up and saw the exercise notes scattered on the desk. His eyes moved slightly, and he quietly took out a few and hid them in his sleeve.
He opened the window latch and raised it. The cool night wind rushed in instantly, ruffling a few strands of hair from his forehead.
He leaned out to look, and just as he was about to climb out the window, he hesitated.
The outer wall of this building is different from the front door. There is a corridor at the front door and there are stairs under the corridor. The floor inside the room is raised by the foundation.
There is no staircase outside the window, and the height difference from the window frame to the ground is higher than that of others.
Wen Xing, who was severely lacking in motor skills, felt that if he continued like this, he would definitely fall.
Wen Xing: ...
Wen Xing suddenly felt as if he were in another world. If it were in the past, he could confidently say to Ning Wujie, "Carry me down."
But now he is "Mr. Xuanjian".
what to do?
Just when he was in a dilemma, the figure beside him had already flipped out of the window nimbly and landed silently on the ground.
The shadow disappeared into the pitch-black night, leaving only the fluttering of his clothes. The man raised his head, and the bright moonlight streamed across his handsome face, outlining a superior silver outline.
Ning Wujie opened his arms and said, "Jump down."
The volume is not loud, but it carries a reassuring power.
Wen Xing looked at the person, whose deep eyes seemed particularly calm under the moonlight.
He took a deep breath, supported himself with his hands, and sat carefully on the window sill.
Then he jumped without hesitation.
The night wind whistled past my ears.
In the brief moment of rapid fall, a memory suddenly flashed through his mind. At that time, he was standing on the carriage, and with a bit of reckless willfulness, he jumped towards the open arms below, and then landed steadily in a warm and solid embrace.
Wen Xing raised his eyes and Ning Wujie's profile came into his sight.
Just as I remembered.
He was about to say thank you when he saw Ning Wujie turned to look at him with an ambiguous look in his eyes and a mocking voice: "Immortal?"
Wen Xing: ...
He struggled to jump down, gathered himself, straightened his wrinkled collar, and changed the subject, "I've been away for too long. I have to go back to the banquet, otherwise it will arouse suspicion."
Ning Wujie didn't embarrass him any further, "That guard saw you just now, he needs to be dealt with."
Although he had hidden himself in the flowers, it was only a matter of time before he was discovered.
He turned around to leave, then paused and turned back to say, "Be careful. I'll be waiting for you in the carriage outside."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure disappeared into the night.
Wen Xing looked at the direction where Ning Wujie disappeared and rubbed his eyebrows.
This is not right!
Why did he feel like he was being held firmly in Ning Wujie's grasp?
It's simply the opposite of Tiangang!
This won’t work, we have to get this guy out of here quickly!
Thinking so, he calmly walked around the corridor back to the courtyard and walked towards the banquet hall at a leisurely pace.
However, from a distance, he sensed something strange.
The expected music of stringed instruments and bamboo flutes did not come from the hall. Instead, there was silence, an abnormal quietness.
He couldn't help but frown slightly, but he didn't stop and walked into the door calmly.
The guests in the hall had already left, and only King Xiang, Gao Meng and several of his confidants were still seated.
Everyone looked over with sharp eyes.
In the center of the hall, Rumeng was kneeling on the ground, her hair disheveled, and her once beautiful face was now stained with tears.
Following everyone's gaze, she turned to look at Wen Xing. Panic suddenly welled up in her eyes, her pupils trembled, and she timidly called out, "Sir..."
King Xiang's eyes swept over sharply from the upper steps, "Sir, why have you been gone for so long? You missed the wonderful show just now."
Wen Xing walked into the table calmly and sat down, saying calmly, "Oh? What a good show."
Prince Xiang played with the cup in his hand, a sneer on his lips: "A thief has entered the Governor's Mansion and is being interrogated here."
Wen Xing looked up at Ru Meng, who was kneeling on the ground. Seeing her panic-stricken look, he hid the emotion in his eyes and said calmly, "Is anything missing from the mansion?"
Prince Xiang suddenly chuckled, but his eyes grew sharper. "I'd like to ask you, sir, what exactly is your purpose in bribing our courtesan to steal the key to your study?"
Ru Meng turned pale upon hearing this and cried urgently, "I didn't say anything! Sir, please believe me!"
Wen Xing felt helpless and thought to himself that even if you didn't say anything, this reaction would be the same as if you had said something.
Prince Xiang stared at Wen Xing coldly, "Will you confess yourself, sir? Or should I try this actor first and then you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, two guards came forward, carrying heavy chains. The harsh sound of metal rubbing against the ground echoed throughout the empty banquet hall. Rumeng was trembling with fear, and with tearful eyes, she looked at Wen Xing for help.
"I heard that the prison in the Governor's Mansion is not much worse than the imperial prison in the capital. Can this flower-like girl bear it?" A man wearing a hood spoke softly beside King Xiang.
Wen Xing gave Rumeng a soothing look and said calmly to Prince Xiang, "Your Highness, there's no need to bother. Rumeng knows nothing about this matter, and I'm weak and can't endure the slightest hardship. Ask whatever you want, and I'll tell you everything I know."
King Xiang narrowed his eyes and examined him for a long time, then suddenly chuckled: "Sir, you really know how to deal with current affairs."
Wen Xing spread his hands and said, "It's just a matter of getting paid for a job, there's no need to risk your life, right?"
Gao Meng observed for a long time, then finally demanded, "Tell me! Who sent you?"
Wen Xing met the gazes of the two men on the steps, his expression detached and calm, and he slowly said, "These are the two men you have sworn to fight against this time, Ning Wujie."
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Outside the Governor's Mansion, the night was thick. A carriage quietly hid in the shadows at the corner of the street. Ning Wujie lifted the corner of the curtain with two fingers, his eyes fixed on the two still-closed red lacquer doors, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"Why haven't you come out yet?" His voice was low, revealing a barely perceptible anxiety.
Suixing knelt on one knee inside the carriage, bowed his head and reported, "The guests left half an hour ago, and I haven't seen you, sir."
Ning Wujie clenched his hands silently on his knees.
Wouldn't it reveal a flaw?
Judging from the half-baked acting skills of that tyrant, it is very likely.
A cold light suddenly flashed across his eyes, and he said without hesitation: "Attack and seize the people."
Suixing looked up in shock, "Master, if we attack with so few men, I'm afraid..."
Before he could finish his words, he met Ning Wujie's cold gaze and fell silent instantly.
His master is completely different from the one he was a year ago. In the past, he would at least listen to some advice, but now he is decisive and will not tolerate any questioning.
"Pass the order down, if no one can be rescued, everyone will commit suicide and apologize." Ning Wujie's voice was as cold as ice, leaving no room for maneuver.
Suixing felt a chill in his heart, not daring to say anything more, and could only lower his head and reply, "...Yes."
He was secretly groaning, thinking that he would have to die here today anyway.
But at this moment, a loud "creak" sound was heard from the direction of the Governor's Mansion.
Suixing suddenly looked up, met Ning Wujie's suddenly sharp gaze, and gave him a quick look.
Jupiter understood and quietly passed out of the carriage and disappeared into the night.
I saw lights pouring in from the open door of the Governor's Mansion, and a thin figure walked out of the threshold slowly.
The man's robe trailed on the ground, and he moved calmly. The yamen runners at the gate bowed to him and said, "Sir, take care."
Wen Xing nodded slightly, said nothing more, and walked straight towards the carriage parked in the dark.
The driver quickly put down the pedal and helped him into the carriage.
He lifted the curtain and walked in, and when he looked up, he met Ning Wujie's gloomy gaze.
Ning Wujie sat upright in the car, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, and said in a cold voice, "What took so long? Did they notice?"
Wen Xing met his scrutinizing gaze, lifted his robe and sat down calmly, nodding calmly.
Ning Wujie frowned, a hint of vigilance in his eyes, "They actually let you go?"
Wen Xing raised the corners of his lips slightly, a hint of a smile on his face. "I've revealed the mastermind behind this, so naturally they won't embarrass me. After all, I'm still very useful to them."
He suddenly leaned in close, his warm breath close at hand, his eyes filled with undisguised sarcasm, "What should we do? Your Majesty, you've been exposed."
"Leave southern Yunnan immediately, there's still time."
Ning Wujie's expression suddenly darkened and he closed his eyes.
Why wasn't he surprised at all?
This person tried to drive him away again and again in various ways.
Do whatever it takes!
He stared at the man and sneered, "If that's the case, why can I still talk to you so calmly at this moment? Prince Xiang's men would have surrounded the carriage long ago."
He approached without a hint of weakness, his nose touching Wen Xing's. "Sir, are you bluffing? Are you afraid that I won't leave Sosekiju?"
The distance was too close, and Wen Xing could see Ning Wujie's straight nose and long eyelashes just by lowering his eyes, casting distinct shadows under the dim light of the carriage.
This kid is really hard to fool.
Wen Xing quietly stepped back, resting his head against the wall of the carriage, and closed his eyes slightly tiredly.
"Who knows? Perhaps the King of Xiang has other plans." He lazily lifted his eyelids and looked at Ning Wujie. "Second Young Master Ning, do you dare to take the risk? I have clearly told him that you are the mastermind behind today's incident."
"Besides, you've already got what you want, so it's best to evacuate as soon as possible."
Ning Wujie narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't worry, sir. I will set off immediately after I finish this matter."
Wen Xing finally felt relieved after hearing this.
Great, let him go!
He always felt that if he continued to confront this kid, his vest would be shaky.
Wen Xing had exercised excessively that day and was exhausted. As the carriage slowly started moving, he felt sleepy and didn't notice that a faint fragrance had filled the carriage.
The fragrance was so faint and almost tasteless that his sleepy and dull nerves failed to alert him in time.
"Leaving so late?" His voice became more and more vague: "That's right..."
It is convenient to move around at night and hide your tracks.
"I won't see you off... I wish you..." He yawned deeply, "A safe journey..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Wujie's figure became blurred in his sight, and his body was no longer under his control, and he fell forward softly.
Ning Wujie stretched out his arms and took the person into his arms, a faint light flashing in his eyes.
Your Majesty...I didn't want to do this, but you forced me to.
You won't be given another chance to escape.
The wheels of the carriage rolled over the empty bluestone road in the middle of the night, making a regular and lonely sound.
The car gradually went farther and farther away, and finally merged into the boundless night in the suburbs.
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The author has something to say: Wenmao, the more you commit suicide, the more 5j criticizes you. Wake up!
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