Chapter 80: Didn't you come to visit the brothel?
Although Tanping sealed the city gates, he could not block out the noise inside the city.
In the bustling Pingyangfang, many flower boats are floating on the river, with music and laughter accompanying them, swaying with the waves.
A black-sailed boat passed silently through the gap between the flower boats and led to an extremely narrow waterway.
The waterway is only wide enough for a boat. After leaving the hustle and bustle, in the dark night, we passed through the city wall and came to a water gate that was less than half a person's height. The water gate was just wide enough for a small boat to pass through. After passing through the water gate, we entered the wide waters.
Wen Xing looked back and saw the Tanping city wall standing in the moonlight, and the boat had already sailed out of the city.
There were several merchant ships docked at the dock on the opposite bank, and the wupeng boat slowly approached.
One of the boats extended a step to connect to the black-sailed boat, and several figures quickly boarded the boat in the night.
As soon as Wen Xingfu entered the cabin, he saw a man wearing a hood, standing in the dim light, and his face could not be seen clearly.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously and looked at the hooded man. It seemed like he had seen him at King Xiang's banquet, but this man had never shown his face.
For some reason, he always felt that this person looked familiar.
When the hooded man saw the newcomer, he said in a cold and stern voice, "Your Highness."
When Prince Xiang heard this, a trace of guilt crossed his face. He said helplessly, "Thank you for coming to pick me up personally, my Lord. Thank you for your hard work."
The hooded man sized up Wen Xing and chided him, "How important is this gentleman? Why did Your Highness need to send someone to retrieve him personally? He fell into Ning Wujie's trap and lost Tan Ping in vain."
Wen Xing was a little surprised.
In this southern Yunnan area, how could someone dare to blame King Xiang so harshly?
Even more bizarrely, Prince Xiang was not annoyed at all, but instead explained in a rather unconvincing manner, "Sir, you have great talent and cannot fall into the hands of Ning Wujie."
The hooded man said coldly, "If it's something like kidnapping, just let your subordinates do it. Why does Your Highness have to go there in person?" He said suspiciously, "Could it be..."
Prince Xiang's expression changed slightly, and he quickly changed the subject: "Mr. Xuanjian said there is a way to kill Ning Wujie."
He turned to Wen Xing and said, "Tell me your plan. If you dare to deceive me again, I will drown you in the river."
Wen Xing sighed, "Your Highness has misunderstood. I have never lied to Your Highness. I was truly abducted by Ning Wujie."
King Xiang was obviously unconvinced. "Since you are employed by him, why would he kidnap you?"
Wen Xing glanced at King Xiang, his face showing helplessness and innocence, "Of course he saw through my betrayal and wants to bring me down to face charges."
He remained calm and said, "Now that he no longer trusts me, the previous method is naturally useless."
"Then what use is there for me to have you?"
Wen Xing: "Don't be anxious, Your Highness."
"As long as he escapes and returns to the capital, you can ambush him on the route he must take. Without Ning Wujie, retaking Tanping will be a piece of cake."
The hooded man spoke up, "He finally took over Tanping, how could he let it go so easily?"
Although his expression couldn't be seen clearly because of the hood, Wen Xing felt that this person seemed to be looking at him.
The hooded man said suspiciously, "How do you plan to get him to return to Beijing?"
Wen Xing hesitated for a moment. Although he knew it was just a lie to deceive King Xiang, he still said it reluctantly: "Just tell him I'm fleeing to the capital, and he will definitely chase me."
The hooded man remained silent, just staring at Wen Xing, as if he wanted to see through something.
King Xiang laughed loudly. "Just you? Will he give up the gateway to southern Yunnan for you?"
Wen Xing looked back calmly: "Otherwise, Your Highness, why do you think he kidnapped me?"
What? Is he not worthy of Ning Wujie?
King Xiang met his determined gaze, his eyes turned, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. Suddenly, he suddenly realized and said, "You don't know some secret of his that he can't reveal, do you?"
Wen Xing: ...
Because you lost Tan Ping so much, will Ning Wujie do the same to you?
When Wen Xing thought about the fact that Prince Xiang's "unspeakable secret" was impotence, his forehead twitched violently.
His mind uncontrollably recalled how Ning Wujie had tortured him in bed, and he cursed inwardly.
It's completely different from you, an inhuman scum!
However, he did not want to admit Ning Wujie's obsessive desire to control him, so he hesitated for a moment, endured it again and again, and finally apologized to Ning Wujie in his heart and nodded against his will.
King Xiang:?!
He was very interested, his eyes lit up, "Tell me quickly, what is his secret?"
Wen Xing: ...
Wen Xing twitched the corner of his lips.
How would he know?
But at this moment, screams were heard outside the cabin.
Suddenly, a guard burst into the cabin and said, "Master, an assassin has boarded the ship! Follow me!"
The hooded man followed the guards into a secret door in the cabin without hesitation, and King Xiang followed closely behind him, surrounded by guards.
Although he didn't know who the assassin was, Wen Xing had a bad feeling and followed him into the small door without thinking too much.
Behind the door was a steep wooden ladder leading directly to the lower cargo hold.
A damp, musty smell filled the air. In the dim light, the forward hatch opened wide, revealing the lower deck. At the edge, a narrow plank trembled above the waves, connecting to a small speedboat ready to set sail.
"Your Highness, sir, please board the ship as soon as possible." The guard urged.
The sounds of fighting behind them were approaching the hatch. The steps were narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass through. The hooded man and King Xiang hurriedly stepped onto the speedboat, one in front and one behind.
Wen Xing was about to follow when he heard three cuckoo calls from the water. His gaze fixed on the sound, gazing towards the water below the dock deck. Amidst the shimmering waves, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something. Suddenly, a sense of clarity washed over him.
At this moment, there were several muffled sounds of blades piercing flesh and blood from behind, and the sound was already very close.
Wen Xing subconsciously looked back and saw a figure walking out of the dark cargo hold and into the moonlit deck.
The long sword in the man's hand was stained with blood, and blood dripped from the blade onto the deck, making a startling sound. Behind him, dark shadows loomed, and several of them engaged in a fierce fight with the guards. The sound of weapons clashing and the roar of killing continued to fill the ears.
The moonlight poured down like water, outlining that familiar handsome face.
The other person's gaze, as if real, penetrated the night and locked onto him, his eyes filled with chilling coldness.
Wen Xing's heart skipped a beat.
It’s better to be free from disaster!
He was frightened by the look and subconsciously took a few steps back. The pedal lost balance under his messy footsteps and shook violently, and he almost lost his balance.
King Xiang's voice urged him from behind: "Hurry up!"
Ning Wujie saw that he was shaking from pedaling so hard that he suddenly stopped and reached out to him, "Sir, come back."
Wen Xing heard the warning in the voice and his heart began to beat faster. He shrank back a step, but the pedal was shaking and he swayed again before he could barely stand. If another person came up at this time, he would probably fall into the water.
Seeing his instinctive avoidance, Ning Wujie's face became even darker, and his heart was cut hard. He endured it and said, "Don't force me." As he said that, he was about to step forward.
In the moonlight, Wen Xing clearly saw that Ning Wujie's eyes were extremely bloodshot, as if burning with raging anger.
That look pierced his heart and made him tremble. He subconsciously took a half step back and resisted, "Don't come over here. If you take another step forward, I will jump from here."
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled violently as he finished speaking, and his steps froze in place. His breathing suddenly became irregular, and his voice was taut, "What nonsense are you talking about? You can't swim at all."
Wen Xingxin said he could do it, he was just lazy before.
Why did Ning Wujie think he wouldn't?
Did "Li Wenyan" say that he couldn't swim?
At this moment, the King of Xiang's angry voice came from behind: "Li Wenyan! Why don't you leave?!" Without giving him a chance to hesitate, he ordered his subordinates: "Ignore him! Lift the pedal! Don't let Ning Wujie come over!"
"Quick! Lift it now!"
Everyone on the speedboat began to lift the pedals.
Wen Xing was shaking even more violently and was about to fall.
This King Xiang really doesn't care about his life or death!
Wen Xing was furious. He turned to the hooded man on the speedboat and said urgently, "Sir, do you want to know why the King of Xiang is personally hunting me down? Because I know his secret, and he wants to kill me to silence me."
Hearing this, the hooded man suddenly looked up.
King Xiang's expression suddenly changed. Before he could say anything, he heard Xing shout in front of everyone, "He, won't, raise it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "dong!"
The pale figure on the pedal jumped straight into the water in front of everyone's shocked gaze.
Almost at the same moment, the pedal vibrated and fell into the water, breaking the connection between the two ships.
Over the dock came the furious roar of King Xiang: "Li, Wen, Yan!"
"Kill him for me!" King Xiang went crazy instantly, rushed to the side of the boat and almost jumped in to tear Wen Xing to pieces.
"Your Highness, hurry up!"
The guards hurriedly stopped King Xiang from going to the cabin, and the ship quickly sailed away.
Ning Wujie's outstretched hand was still suspended in mid-air, and before he could react, he watched Wen Xing jump into the water.
“Bang—bang—!”
My heart was pounding like a hammer, and the blood in my body suddenly rushed backwards. My fingers gradually withdrew and clenched into fists.
That person would rather jump than go back to him!
A fishy and sweet taste suddenly rushed up my throat, my blood and energy were boiling, and I almost vomited blood.
Ning Wujie's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the dark water where Wen Xing fell into the water. There were only a few splashes of water and then no movement.
His head was buzzing, and he threw the knife away in panic, shouting: "Help!"
Before he finished speaking, he jumped into the water without hesitation.
“Plop!”
The sound of people falling into the water continued to sound behind him, and the shadow guards followed closely and jumped into the water one after another.
Wen Xing quickly broke free of his heavy outer robe in the water and swam hard towards the dock. Unexpectedly, he hadn't swum far when his ankle suddenly tightened and a force suddenly dragged him backwards.
He was startled and turned his head to look, but he could not see anything in the dark water.
He was startled and looked back hurriedly, but there was only the inky black river water around him. There was nothing in sight. Only the huge force locked his ankles tightly, dragging him in the opposite direction without any resistance.
The water rushed past his side, leaving a long tail in the darkness.
This speed is astonishingly fast and beyond human reach.
Wen Xing:!
Ning Wujie? That can't be so fast!
There really aren't any water ghosts!
He was so frightened that he choked on water several times and didn't even have the strength to struggle.
Fortunately, after running for a while, his speed suddenly slowed down, and soon he was dragged ashore by a force.
He didn't have time to see who was dragging him, and he started coughing violently as soon as he got ashore.
The man quickly patted his back to calm him down, "Master! How is it?"
It's the galaxy.
Hearing this voice, Wen Xing's nerves relaxed instantly. After choking on a few mouthfuls of water, he fell forward and lay on the river bank, gasping for breath. "How could you... just now... be so fast? You scared me."
I almost thought I saw a ghost.
Xinghe said, "Just now I saw Ning Wujie and his men jump down! I was afraid I couldn't swim fast enough while dragging my master along, so I shot a rope dart at Prince Xiang's speedboat and used the boat's speed to drag it along for a while. Now Ning Wujie should be unable to catch up."
Wen Xing was startled, then he raised his hand and rubbed Xinghe's head, praising him sincerely: "How come our Xinghe is so smart?"
Xinghe said proudly, "Of course! I'm very smart!"
"I should have run further, but I was worried that my master might not be able to hold his breath underwater, so I came up in a hurry."
Wen Xing smiled with curved eyebrows, "You did the right thing."
Although it was early summer, Wen Xing still felt a little cold when he fell into the water and was blown by the night wind, so he sneezed.
Xinghe reacted and said hurriedly: "Master, let's find a place to rest and change into clean clothes first?"
As he spoke, he squatted down and carried Wen Xing on his back.
Wen Xing took a while to relax before realizing that all his strength had been drained from him, and he let Xinghe pull him onto his back.
Xinghe used his lightness skills to quickly fly towards the nearest light.
Perhaps because of insomnia and tossing and turning all night, he was too tired, so he fell asleep and closed his eyes soon after lying on Xinghe's back.
However, after an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard a burst of rapid screams and curses, followed by a strong fragrance that hit him in the face.
His consciousness struggled in chaos for a long time, and was finally awakened by the overly strong fragrance.
Wen Xing frowned, coughed twice, and slowly opened his eyes.
"Master!" Xinghe heard his choking cough and said while rummaging in the closet, "Take off your wet clothes quickly."
Wen Xing then realized that he was sitting next to a table. He looked around and saw that the room was richly decorated, filled with incense and an air of luxury.
"Where is this?"
Xinghe shrugged, "I don't know either. I saw that this was the busiest and most crowded place, so it would be easier to hide our tracks, so I brought the master here."
Xinghe held out a set of clothes and handed it over, "Master, change."
Wen Xing took the clothes and took a look at them, then rolled his eyes at Xinghe, "This is women's clothing."
It was the kind of women's clothing that had very little fabric and didn't look like something a proper girl would wear.
What on earth is this place?
Wen Xinghu asked, "Did you see the sign of this store when you came in?"
Xinghe scratched his head and said, "I didn't notice. I climbed in through the window. I chased away the people who were originally in this room."
Wen Xing rubbed his eyebrows.
Xinghe added: "But don't worry, Master. I paid them, and they left willingly."
Wen Xing sighed: "Forget it, go ask the waiter for a set of men's clothes."
He sneezed again as he spoke.
Xinghe said "Oh" and nodded. When he was about to leave, he said, "Master, take off your clothes and get into bed first. You will get sick if you keep wearing wet clothes."
Wen Xing felt that it made sense, so he nodded. After Xinghe went out and closed the door, he took off his wet clothes and got into bed tiredly.
He was already sleepy, and after his sense of smell adjusted to the smell of the room, he began to feel drowsy again, his eyelids opening and closing slowly.
However, before he could fall asleep, the door creaked open and a coquettish female voice came from outside: "Sir, you haven't chosen your flower cards yet."
The leading madam walked in with five seductively dressed women.
Wen Xing blinked with difficulty, and several graceful figures appeared in his hazy vision. Startled, he sat up suddenly, grabbed the blanket, and wrapped himself up like a rice ball.
The madam was stunned at first when she saw him like this, then she glanced at the wet clothes at the foot of the bed and suddenly laughed softly, "Oh, why are you so anxious, sir? You've taken off all your clothes."
Several women were laughing so hard that they were shaking.
Wen Xing was a little helpless, "I don't need to turn over the flower cards, go out."
The madam came forward with a smile, "Hey, sir, now that we're at Linxian Tower, don't be shy. If you're not flipping flower cards, why are you taking off your clothes?" As she spoke, Chong extended her hand and beckoned to several women, "Girls, come here and let the sir have a good look."
The women saw Xing wrapped in the quilt, his hair soaked, water drops running down his handsome yet pale face, revealing a sense of brokenness.
The women's breathing softened a bit as they stepped forward, "Oh, what a handsome man."
Seeing the beautiful women coming up like this with their waists twisted, Wen Xing's face turned pale and he quickly pushed them away: "Don't come over!"
But at this moment, a noise was heard outside: "The police are investigating the case! Everyone stay where they are and no one is allowed to enter or leave!" Then there was the sound of clanging footsteps, and they hurriedly rushed up to the second-floor corridor.
The madam hurriedly leaned out of the door and saw that outside the circular corridor, more than ten men in black had controlled the corridor and were breaking into the elegant rooms one by one.
The man in the lead pushed open the neighboring door, turned around and walked straight towards this side.
The man was soaked to the skin, and with every step he took, drops of water dripped down, leaving a winding trail of water on the corridor.
The man was full of hostility, his face was gloomy and terrifying. Even his handsome face could not suppress the murderous aura he exuded. He was like a ghost general who had just stepped out of the cold waters of the underworld.
The madam was so frightened that she shuddered, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground. The word "official" was about to come out of her mouth, but it was stuck in her throat.
The man pushed open the door and his eyes fell on the bed. Several women with bright makeup and graceful figures were pulling a figure wrapped tightly in a quilt on the bed.
Half of the quilt was torn off, revealing Wen Xing's fair and thin shoulders.
His dark pupils trembled almost imperceptibly, and a ball of anger suddenly ignited in the depths of his silent eyes, burning all the way to the corners of his eyes.
The women sensed the murderous aura surrounding him, and were immediately frightened and pale, and fell down trembling.
Wen Xing, who was sitting on the bed, felt a chill run down his spine the moment he saw the person coming.
"Ning Wu..."
As soon as he spoke, he quickly covered his mouth.
How could this be Ning Wujie? Is this some water ghost out to take his life?!
Ning Wujie's gaze was fixed on him, and he walked towards him step by step with a cold air around him. With every step he took, Wen Xing's heart trembled.
It was not until the "water ghost" came closer and looked down at him with a pair of cold eyes that he couldn't help but shiver.
"Mr. Ning, please listen to me..."
A huge force gripped his jaw, forcing him to look up, and his gaze met a pair of cold, crimson eyes. Those eyes were chilling to the bone, churning with a terrifying storm.
Ning Wujie's hair was still wet, a few strands of it hung down in front of his forehead, condensing into a few drops of water that fell on Wen Xing's forehead, making it icy cold.
He heard the other person's extremely hoarse voice: "Sir, you have quite the taste to escape by jumping into the water, just to visit a brothel?"
Wen Xing choked and denied it flatly: "I didn't, it was...an accident."
Ning Wujie's eyes fell on his exposed shoulders, and then he turned his head to the women who collapsed on the ground and shouted angrily: "Get out!"
The women were so frightened that they suddenly woke up when they heard the cold and harsh scolding. They hurriedly crawled out of the door.
Ning Wujie glanced at the foot of the bed again and saw wet clothes piled on the ground. He reached out and lifted the quilt to cover Wen Xing's shoulders.
His dark eyes looked at the man gravely, his voice full of warning, "Are you still running?"
Wen Xing's Adam's apple rolled. He had never been afraid of Ning Wujie before, but this time he felt really scared.
Having known Ning Wujie for so long, he now deeply understood what it meant to be a person who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
In the past, the murderous aura in this man had always been restrained.
Now that he was not concealing it at all, his aura, which was enough to frighten people, was as real as a substance, constantly reminding him that countless souls had died at the hands of this man.
If you encounter such a person on the battlefield, the enemy will probably lose half his life before he even makes a move.
He opened his mouth and said weakly: "...I won't run away."
As soon as he said this, Ning Wujie's fierce gaze softened a little.
Wen Xing bravely pointed to his jaw and said, "...It hurts."
Ning Wujie's eyes dimmed slightly and he loosened his fingertips hesitantly.
Noticing that the oppressive feeling from the other person had dissipated a little, Wen Xing relaxed and let out a long breath.
So scary.
Wen Xing suddenly missed Ning Wujie, who would blush when teased and occasionally scold him as a "tyrant".
Much cuter.
"Second Master Ning, could you please get me some clean clothes?"
I don’t know where the galaxy has gone.
Wen Xing thought that the child was probably hiding. He hoped that the child was smart and wouldn't be discovered by Ning Wujie.
Ning Wujie turned and walked to the door, whispering a few instructions. Immediately, a series of powerful footsteps could be heard outside the door, starting from near and moving further away before gradually fading away.
Then, there was a soft sound of the door being locked.
The man returned to the bed.
Looking at the looming shadow, Wen Xing looked up blankly:?
Facing Wen Xing's puzzled gaze, Ning Wujie placed his knuckles on the jade belt around his waist. With a light "click", the belt fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Ning Wujie slowly unfastened his wrist buckles one by one, followed by his belt. His water-soaked robe fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.
"Ning... Second Young Master?"
The sturdy waistline is clearly revealed under the candlelight, which makes people's blood boil.
Ning Wujie leaned forward, a dark tide surging in his dark eyes, and said in a low voice: "Sir, aren't you here to visit the brothel?"
Wen Xing's breathing stagnated: "I don't..."
Before he could finish his words, a heavy kiss silenced them all.
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