Chapter 78 (Update) Ning Wujie...
Wen Xing was stunned when he heard this.
This life...what does it mean?
Didn’t this guy kidnap him because of his abilities?
However, before he could figure it out, a fierce kiss sealed his lips.
The hot tip of her tongue irresistibly penetrated his mouth, sucking and entangled almost predatoryly. His lips were bitten and ground repeatedly, sending waves of fine pain and numbness.
The air was being sucked out of his lungs.
His vision went black, and he uttered broken sobs in vain: "Stop... let go..."
He struggled hard, but a pair of arms tightly gripped his waist, and the hand pressing on the back of his neck locked him firmly in place, making him unable to move at all.
"Ning... um..."
All resistance was swallowed up, and a suffocating dizziness came over me like a tide.
The shadow guard's voice urged from outside the door, "Master! They have a lot of people. If we don't leave now, it might be too late!"
Wen Xing's pupils suddenly contracted, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth.
A fishy and sweet smell suddenly spread between the teeth.
Ning Wujie let out a suppressed groan from his throat, and suddenly let go of him in pain.
A streak of bright red blood slid down from the corner of Ning Wujie's lips. He frowned, his cold gaze fixed on Wen Xing. He slowly wiped the blood from the edge of his lips with his fingertips, then turned his head slightly and coldly spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.
Wen Xing shouted angrily, "What time is it! You beast! Do you want to die here if you don't leave now?"
But Ning Wujie narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are you worried about, sir? Don't you hope that the assassin will attack and rescue you?" As he spoke, he pressed on the back of Wen Xing's neck, and their noses touched.
"Isn't it just what you want me to die?"
"I..." Wen Xing was speechless for a moment, "Why do you have to do this? Just let me go, and they will naturally..."
Before he could finish his words, Ning Wujie had already leaned over, lifted him from the water by the waist, and stepped out of the tub. Amidst the splashing water, he single-handedly grabbed a bathrobe from the rack and wrapped it around Wen Xing. He then picked up his own outer robe and put it on, then strode out with the man in his arms.
Ning Wujie kicked open the bathroom door and said, "Everyone go back into the building, guard the entrances and exits, and don't let any assassins in!" As he said this, he picked up the person and walked straight to the guest room.
"Yes!" the shadow guard responded.
In an instant, footsteps were heard outside the building, and black shadows quickly retreated and hid in various key positions inside the building.
Wen Xing was shocked: "With just these few people, you want to defend to the death?!"
Ning Wujie looked down at him as he walked, "Sir, are you worried that I can't hold on, or are you afraid that I can hold on?" There was an unfathomable darkness in his eyes, like the calm sea before a storm, and no one knew what kind of huge waves were hidden underneath.
Wen Xing's heart trembled when he saw that look, and he felt a little scared.
Ning Wujie walked him straight into the room and threw him on the couch.
He immediately turned around and walked quickly to the window, with his back against the wall, and glanced out the window with sharp eyes.
The encirclement outside was gradually tightening, and the cold light of weapons merged into one in the night, pointing grimly towards the post station.
The gate of the post station was tightly shut, and the situation inside could not be seen clearly from the outside. An enemy tried to break through the door, but was pierced by an arrow shot from the window and fell to the ground suddenly.
In an instant, a confrontation formed inside and outside.
Suddenly, a leisurely voice came from outside the window: "Is Mr. Xuanjian in there?"
Wen Xing's pupils shrank. This voice, Prince Xiang?!
Why did he come here in person!
Wen Xing pondered, could it be that he thought he had defected and was afraid that he would reveal the secret of his hidden illness, so he came to silence him personally?
The voice was filled with danger. "Sir, why are you running away? Didn't we agree that you would atone for your sins and kill Ning Wujie for me? You're running away like this. Are you trying to trick me?"
Ning Wujie was standing by the window. Upon hearing this, he looked over with a look of disbelief. "Is this how you were able to escape from the Governor's Mansion yesterday?"
Wen Xing met Ning Wujie's extremely disappointed and angry gaze, and his heart trembled.
But he still said calmly: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago? It's you who doesn't believe it."
He originally wanted to use this to force Ning Wujie to leave southern Yunnan, but he didn't expect that this kid would kidnap him as well, leading to the current situation.
"Sir, please come out. I know you are in there. Come out now, and as long as you keep your promise, I will forgive you."
"My patience is limited. I'll give you a cup of tea, otherwise..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crackling sound of torches being lit could be heard outside.
Guessing what King Xiang was going to do, Wen Xing's pupils trembled, and he said anxiously: "Hand me over quickly, or he will burn the post station!"
Ning Wujie looked at him with a gaze filled with bone-chilling coldness, and walked towards him step by step.
The other person was wearing a black robe with no belt tied around it, casually draped over his shoulders. As he walked, the collar fell straight down to his abdomen, vaguely revealing the slender waistline beneath the fabric.
However, this seemingly lazy outfit actually added a strange sense of oppression, and a gloomy and dangerous aura spread from Ning Wujie's body.
Wen Xing couldn't help but shrink back.
"Ning Wujie, listen to me..."
A huge force pulled him up from the couch, and the scarlet eyes were close at hand, with only extreme disappointment in their eyes.
"You would rather..." Ning Wujie squeezed out his voice from between his teeth, revealing disbelief, "trade my life with King Xiang?!"
Wen Xing felt a sharp pain at the tip of his heart, and the pain spread instantly.
Wen Xing's pupils trembled slightly, and his lips turned pale. "I'm not..."
Ning Wujie drooped his head dejectedly, letting out a series of low, hoarse chuckles, so soft they sounded like whispers or feeble sighs: "What am I...still waiting for?"
Every word was drenched in icy despair.
He saw that Ning Wujie's jaw was tense, and the outline of his clenched teeth was clearly visible under his skin.
The pain at the tip of my heart became more intense, coming in waves, so dense and suffocating.
medicine......
Wen Xing quietly put one hand behind his back, and his fingertips trembled as he reached into the secret compartment of his sleeve, but his hands were shaking so violently that he couldn't find the small life-saving medicine.
"You want to use King Xiang to escape from my clutches? I tell you, it's impossible!"
Ning Wujie suddenly raised his eyes, and there was a layer of coldness in his eyes that froze to the bone marrow.
However, when his gaze touched Wen Xing's bloodless lips and furrowed brows, his pupils shrank almost imperceptibly.
"Sir, the time has come!" King Xiang said harshly, "Since you refuse to come out, don't blame me."
"Whoosh!" Torches were thrown continuously, making low-frequency whistling sounds as they passed through the air.
Ning Wujie lowered his head and closed his eyes as if he was enduring something. Then he suddenly let him go, walked quickly to the window and shot a flare out.
“Swoosh—bang!”
The fireworks launched by the firecrackers exploded in the sky not far away.
Wen Xing, who had broken free from his shackles, frantically searched for the edge of his sleeve. His fingers were almost uncontrollable due to the intense heartache.
He had no time to care about Ning Wujie, all his attention was used to suppress the pain.
Where he couldn't see, Ning Wujie was hiding in the shadows at the base of the wall, his eyes fixed on his pale, trembling fingers as he searched for the pills. His handsome brows were tightly furrowed, his fists clenched to reveal white knuckles, and he was suppressing the urge to rush over to help him.
Wen Xing's vision darkened, cold sweat soaking his temples. Finally, before he lost consciousness, he found a pill and popped it into his mouth. Then, exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving violently as he breathed heavily.
His wet hair stuck to his cheeks, and under his slightly drooping eyelids, physiological tears were shining brightly.
Ning Wujie saw the fragile look clearly.
Ning Wujie turned his face away, clenched his teeth, and a hint of moisture appeared at the corners of his crimson eyes.
The shadow guard's voice came from outside the door: "Master! They set a fire!"
Ning Wujie closed his eyes deeply, a tear fell from his eyelashes and slid down to the corner of his eye.
He ordered in a deep voice: "Now, attack!"
"yes!"
Suddenly, outside the window came the sound of arrows flying through the air and the enemy's screams.
Someone shouted, "They're setting an ambush!"
"Protect His Highness!"
Wen Xing slowly regained consciousness, the pain receding like a tide. He suddenly heard the terrible screams outside and the furious roar of King Xiang: "Li Wenyan! How dare you ambush me!"
Wen Xing's eyes fixed, he stood up holding his chest and walked to the window, then saw that in the yard outside the window, dense arrows pierced the grass, and people kept falling down.
Dozens of guards raised their shields and formed a semicircle, protecting someone unknown, and were quickly retreating into the depths of the dense forest.
Prince Xiang continued to shout, "Li Wenyan! Just wait! I will tear you into pieces!"
He turned his head and his sight met Ning Wujie's gloomy eyes.
He opened his mouth, "You...had expected this?"
He should have guessed it earlier. Ever since they moved in, they were the only guests in the entire inn. When something like this happened, even the waiter didn't show up.
All of this was arranged by Ning Wujie long ago.
"Did you set the ambush?"
The sounds of fighting outside grew louder, and people continued to fall down with screams. Someone shouted, "Retreat!"
Ning Wujie glanced at him coldly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Wen Xing closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was naive. How could Ning Wujie come to southern Yunnan without any preparation, relying only on those shadow guards? If something went wrong, how could they possibly protect His Majesty in this den of traitors?
Wen Xing completely relaxed and sat down with his back against the wall.
He rested his arms on his knees, his fingertips drooping. He raised his head and exhaled deeply, and the remaining pain disappeared completely.
He opened his eyes and lifted his eyelids to look at Ning Wujie, "When did you set up the ambush outside? This is southern Yunnan."
How can we deploy our troops into this nest of rebels?
Ning Wujie tucked in his belt while coldly saying, "Cross the river in white clothes."
Wen Xing blinked and his eyes lit up.
Soldiers were disguised as passing merchants or civilians and sneaked into southern Yunnan to lie in ambush.
So smart!
He asked curiously, "Did you deliberately set an ambush at this post station because you expected that King Xiang would hunt you down?"
Ning Wujie sarcastically said, "You've already said you'd sell me out, how could I not make preparations?"
And there are people who are ready to rescue you at any time.
Wen Xing's expression froze: "Don't you just not believe it?"
Ning Wujie's eyes suddenly turned cold. "I thought you were just betraying me to save yourself. If that were all, I'd even think you were right."
His voice suddenly rose: "But I didn't expect you to set up a plan to kill me for him!"
Wen Xing opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but Ning Wujie fastened his belt, dug out a set of clothes from the closet, and threw it to him, "Change yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his knife and walked out the door. As he left, he threw a sentence to the shadow guards outside the door: "Watch him, don't let him set foot outside the post station!"
Wen Xing felt a little helpless. He stood up and looked out the window, and saw that King Xiang had disappeared. Dozens of black shadows, led by Ning Wujie, rushed out of the building and chased him into the depths of the dense forest.
He frowned slightly, feeling a little worried. Could it be that this kid wanted to capture King Xiang in southern Yunnan?
Isn't that too arrogant?!
On the other side, King Xiang, surrounded by his guards, entered the dense forest and galloped on his horse.
However, before he had run far, a line of men in black suddenly appeared from the shadows of the forest, silently blocking his path. They all held bows and crossbows in their hands, the cold tips of their arrows flashing in the mottled light of the forest.
King Xiang reined in his horse and stopped abruptly. When he turned around again, he saw that the pursuing troops were approaching from behind.
The leader rode his horse with a sword in hand. As soon as he met his opponent's face, he raised his arm and shot a flare arrow at him.
"call out--!"
Almost at the same time, the guards rushed over to block the attack, "Protect His Highness!"
The arrow struck the guard, and blood splattered on the corner of Prince Xiang's robe. The horse jumped up in fright. Prince Xiang clutched the reins tightly, almost unable to believe his eyes. He exclaimed in horror, "Ning Wujie! It's you!"
Ning Wujie did not answer. When his horse came close to him, he drew his sword, jumped on the horse's back and flew up.
The tip of the knife cut through the air and approached. King Xiang was horrified and shouted, "Protect the king!"
The guards responded and came forward.
In an instant, there was the sound of metal clashing, and the flashes of swords and knives flashed among the mottled shadows of the trees.
Attacked from both sides, Prince Xiang's personal guards fell one after another. Panicked and bewildered, he retreated several steps under the desperate protection of his personal guards, and hid behind a sturdy tree in a panic.
Leaning against the tree trunk, he forced himself to remain calm and shouted, "Ning Wujie! This is southern Yunnan. My supporters will be here soon! By then, none of you will be able to escape!"
However, just as he finished speaking, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him like a ghost, and at the same time several sword lights flashed. His personal attendants rushed forward one after another, but fell to the ground one after another.
With a "whoosh" sound, the blade broke through the air and the cold light was already at his neck.
Ning Wujie's gaze was colder than the blade, and his voice was dark: "I caught him."
Seeing the guards beside him falling to the ground one after another, King Xiang broke out in cold sweat and stared at Ning Wujie's face full of anger and disbelief.
"Why are you in southern Yunnan?" His eyes turned as he spoke, as if he had figured something out. His gaze became sharper. "Is this a trap set by you and Li Wenyan, just to lure me here?!"
He sneered in anger: "Well, good Li Wenyan!"
Hearing this, Ning Wujie narrowed his eyes slightly and said tentatively: "The one you are chasing is not me, but Li Wenyan."
Prince Xiang shouted sternly, "Where is Li Wenyan? Let him come out!"
"He kept saying he would set a trap for me to kill you, but in the end he set a trap for me. I'm so ashamed of him for trusting me so much!"
Ning Wujie pushed the blade forward a few inches, almost piercing King Xiang's throat, and said coldly, "You are wrong. I was the one who set this up."
A chill ran down his throat, and Prince Xiang's pupils trembled as a chill ran up his spine. "So... you deliberately let Li Wenyan come to the study to steal the Governor's handwriting just to lure me here?!"
He seemed to suddenly understand, and suddenly laughed a sad, self-deprecating laugh: "As expected of you."
"As expected, the so-called theft of handwriting and the impersonation of the Governor-General to send a letter to Jiaodong are also false. I was wondering if you sent someone to sneak into the Governor-General's Mansion just to steal a copy of the handwriting? But Gao Meng also said that nothing in the study was lost, so I finally believed Li Wen's words."
"So your target is this king. Then everything makes sense."
He laughed a few times, his face even looking somewhat smug. "I never thought you would actually go deep into the Tiger Cave for me. This time, I was worth it."
Ning Wujie: ...
His forehead twitched, and he suppressed his impulse and did not break King Xiang's neck.
But after listening to King Xiang's words, he had already figured out the cause and effect.
Wen Xing lied that he went to the study to steal the governor's handwriting to cover up the truth that he stole the defense map. He also did not reveal the fact that he was in southern Yunnan, otherwise he would have been surrounded when he was in the carriage last night.
But in order to escape unscathed, Wen Xing lied and said that he was willing to help set up a trap to kill him, and only then did King Xiang let Wen Xing go.
And how could the person who was urging him to leave in the carriage yesterday on the grounds that he had been exposed set up a trap to kill him?
So...he just wrongly accused Your Majesty.
There was no fear in Prince Xiang's eyes. "But Ning Wujie, don't be too happy. You've started such a big fight, and your whereabouts will inevitably be exposed. I wonder how you can escape unscathed from the territory of southern Yunnan!"
Ning Wujie sheathed his sword and said coldly, "Take it!"
As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the horse's back, leaving behind a sentence, "Don't leave any of King Xiang's men alive." After that, he jumped on the horse and galloped towards the post station.
Wen Xing waited anxiously in the room, looking out the window from time to time. After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw Ning Wujie leading his men on horseback returning.
His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately rushed out, but was stopped by the shadow guard standing outside with his arm crossed: "Sir, the master has ordered that you cannot--"
Wen Xing pushed the other person with all his strength and said, "Kill me if you dare, or get out of here!"
The shadow guard was pushed back half a step, his hand on the hilt of the sword, but he didn't dare to draw it.
The master asked us to watch over people, but didn't ask us to hurt anyone.
If this person is hurt...
Thinking of the possible consequences, the shadow guard shuddered.
Taking advantage of this gap, Wen Xing passed by the shadow guard like a gust of wind and rushed down the stairs quickly.
As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw Ning Wujie dismounting swiftly, flicking the reins and walking towards him with big strides. The hem of his black robe was lifted up by the wind as he walked quickly.
Wen Xing looked at the people coming towards him and said with some concern: "Prince Xiang is missing, their people will be here soon, you..."
Before he could finish his words, he was grabbed by the man who was walking towards him and forced to look up.
In full view of everyone, a deep kiss was given.
Wen Xing's eyes slowly widened.
Ning Wujie... kissed him in public? !
At such a close distance, the sharpness in Ning Wujie's slightly lowered eyes had quietly dissipated, replaced by still water like a deep pool, rippling with a clear and warm glow.
His eyes turned and he saw that the shadow guards behind Ning Wujie were staring at him in amazement.
“Pah—!”
The hilt of a shadow guard's knife fell to the ground.
He looked at Ning Wujie's earlobe in disbelief, and saw it was jade white and showed no reaction.
Wen Xing: ...
Wen Xing felt like the sky was falling.
Where did the boy who used to blush easily go?
Before he could recover from his daze, he heard a deep gasp, as if he was suppressing something. Finally, reluctantly, she released his lips, then leaned over and lifted him up horizontally, carrying him to the carriage. As they boarded, she ordered, "Set out immediately. Leave a team behind to cover our retreat and intercept the pursuers!"
"yes!"
The shadow guard immediately took action.
Wen Xing was thrown on the narrow couch at the back of the car. Before he could get up, the man leaned over and pushed him down.
"rather......"
His lips were sealed again, his wrists were tightly grasped by the other person's hands and pinned to the bed, and the heavy breathing of the person on top of him could be heard in his ears.
After a long time, the other party finally tasted enough of his lips and turned to lick the small white mountain that looked like fresh snow.
Wen Xing's eyes were filled with mist. Puzzled, he suddenly remembered the words "deeply in love" he had jokingly said in the bathroom.
How did Ning Wujie answer?
He looked at the ceiling of the tent, his mind going blank.
——What if I say yes?
What is if?
What if?!
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