Chapter 82 Your Majesty, stop quibbling.
Wen Xing was sleeping soundly, his mind was in a daze.
He didn't know how many days had passed, and he seemed to be in a trance, as if there was always a figure in front of him, feeding him medicine or wiping his forehead with a wet towel.
In his sleep, he seemed to be held in a warm and solid embrace.
For some reason, this embrace felt warm and familiar, so familiar that he actually felt a little nostalgic for it.
But at this moment, the embrace disappeared for some reason.
He reached out his hand to touch the bed anxiously, but only felt a slight chill. He couldn't help but frown slightly and opened his mouth with difficulty, "Ning Wujie..."
However, only a faint breath escaped, his throat was extremely dry. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and the room was empty and deserted, with only the flickering candlelight.
A sense of loss inexplicably arose in my heart.
He propped himself up and tried to reach the teacup on the stool beside the bed, but his limbs were so sore and weak that he could not move them. As soon as his fingertips touched the cold wall of the cup, he accidentally knocked over the teacup, and the clear water splashed onto the ground with a "splash".
His arms drooped as he leaned over the edge of the bed, breathing rapidly, his thin back trembling slightly with every breath.
At this moment, there was a slight creaking sound from the window frame, and a figure swiftly flipped into the house.
"master!"
Galaxy?!
Wen Xing suddenly raised his eyes and saw the young man hurried forward, carefully helped him up, and stuffed a cushion behind his waist so that he could sit up.
However, as he moved, the sound of metal chains creaking could be heard at his ankles.
Hearing this voice, Wen Xing's face darkened.
He looked past the teacup and saw that a golden chain had tied his ankle to the end of the bed.
The scene before him made his temples throb.
He suddenly remembered that last time in Linxian Tower, the man did say that he would tie him up with chains.
He thought it was just some nonsense said in bed, but he didn't expect that Ning Wujie would really keep his word!
Wen Xing gritted his teeth. Where did he learn all these tricks? Did he read too many storybooks?!
Seeing that the teacup had overturned, Xinghe immediately refilled it with warm water and carefully brought the rim of the cup to his cracked lips.
After Wen Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief after the clear water moistened his throat, he asked in a hoarse voice, "How did you get in? Did no one notice you?"
Xinghe shook his head. "Someone instigated a riot in the barracks tonight, and many men from the General's Office were pulled out to suppress it. The security has been relaxed quite a bit."
riot?
Wen Xing pondered for a moment and quickly figured it out: it must be Prince Xiang's former subordinates causing trouble in the army, trying to retake Tanping. But how could Ning Wujie, with such a small force, suppress them?
He frowned and asked, "Where is Ning Wujie?"
Xinghe said: "I don't know, he should go to the barracks. Master, now is a good opportunity to escape!"
Wen Xing nodded, pointed at the gold chain, and said to Ya Ren, "Untie it for me first."
Xinghe tried to grab the chain link with both hands, gritted his teeth and exerted force, but the chain did not move at all.
He took out the dagger and tried to pick the lock. The tip of the blade scraped against the metal, making a sharp sound. However, until a corner of the tip of the knife was broken off, the lock still did not move.
Xinghe scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Master, the material of this chain seems to be unusual, I can't break it."
His eyes moved as he said, "I'll go find an axe!"
Xinghe turned around and was about to climb out the window, but Wen Xing stopped him: "Slow down."
Xinghe turned around, "What's wrong?"
Wen Xing thought silently.
If a riot breaks out in Tanping, King Xiang might lead his army to attack Tanping with internal and external support. Ning Wujie will be attacked from both sides. How can he defend himself?
Although there was not much point in him staying at this moment, he was still a little worried about leaving Ning Wujie to deal with it alone.
What should I do, should I leave or not?
Seeing him hesitating anxiously, Xinghe speculated on his thoughts: "Master, are you worried that you won't be able to get the things back from Ning Wujie? I've already contacted Tingchaoyuan and sent a message to Fu Wenxin. It shouldn't be long before we get a new batch."
As he spoke, he didn't know what he saw, and he leaned closer to look at Wen Xing's face, "Master, it seems that something has fallen off here."
Wen Xing was startled and quickly took a look in the mirror. Sure enough, he saw that the "skin" under his mask had been lifted a little at some point. Although it looked like it was rubbed off, it actually seemed like there was not enough glue and it was not worn properly.
Wen Xing's heart suddenly started beating faster.
Speaking of which, he has been ill since he fell into the water and has been in a coma, so there was no time to check on him.
Could it be that Ning Wujie discovered it?
He suddenly felt uneasy.
Xinghe saw that he was stunned: "Master?"
Wen Xing came back to his senses and ordered, "This material is special. Even an axe may not be able to break it open. Find a tool to pick the lock."
Xinghe nodded and immediately climbed out the window.
Just as Wen Xing was anxiously waiting, he suddenly heard the deafening sound of fighting outside. The fighting came from far away and approached. He heard a guard shouting, "Guard the courtyard gate! Don't let anyone in!"
Soon, there was a hurried sound of footsteps passing by.
Wen Xing frowned.
Did the rioters break in? That's right, if Prince Xiang's men want to retake Tanping, the General's Mansion should bear the brunt of the attack.
He forced himself to get off the bed with his weak body, found his outer robe, took out the arrow hidden under the sleeve, and tied it to his wrist.
Then, he heard the sound of the door being pushed. He turned around alertly and raised his hand decisively towards the door, with the mechanism under his fingertips ready to go.
The door creaked open a crack, and a strange figure, warily hiding behind the door, did not reveal itself. Instead, it asked tentatively, "Is Mr. Xuanjian here?"
Wen Xing said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
The man said, "Sir, His Highness sent me to rescue you."
King Xiang?
Could he be so kind?
He became more alert.
The man, peering through the crack in the door, saw him pointing his arm at the door. The mechanism beneath his sleeve was faintly visible, and the sharp tip of the arrowhead gleamed. He hurriedly said, "Don't be nervous, sir. It's really His Highness who sent me here."
"There's a riot going on outside right now, this is the perfect opportunity. Come with me quickly, and I promise to take you to a safe place."
Wen Xing's eyes moved slightly, "How do you prove it?"
"It's so chaotic out there, how can I know who you belong to?"
The man really took out a token and showed it to him through the crack in the door. The mark of King Xiang was clearly engraved on it.
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "I've already fallen out with His Highness, how could he be so kind as to save me?"
The man's eyes turned, and he said, "His Highness said that you are the most important staff member. We can't do without you, especially for this expedition. Your divination is urgently needed. As long as you are still willing to serve, His Highness will forgive the past."
Wen Xing sneered silently, "Really? You can let such a big thing go?"
The man seemed to be afraid that he would not believe him, so he continued, "You know that His Highness always values talent, let alone a talent as great as Mr., how could His Highness care about such a trivial matter?"
"A small matter?" Wen Xing snorted and laughed, thinking that this man probably didn't know how serious the "matter" between him and King Xiang was. He just had King Xiang's order to take him away, so he was fooling him.
As for the reason, Wen Xing could guess that it was probably because his suggestion on the boat that day was adopted, and they wanted to use him to set a trap for Ning Wujie.
So he said, "Thank you very much, Your Highness, for your kindness." He slowly lowered his sleeve arrow and said, "Come out."
Seeing that he had let down his guard, the man relaxed, opened the door and walked into the light.
"Sir, please follow me now, this opportunity is too great to miss."
Wen Xing lowered his eyes to look at his ankle and said, "I can't walk."
The man was stunned when he saw a golden chain locking him to the end of the bed, "This..."
What kind of fun game is this?
The shackles didn't look like shackles, they were quite long and seemed to allow for some room for movement.
It's just like the plot in those indecent storybooks!
The man looked at Wen Xing with a strange expression, and his eyes seemed to sweep across the marks on his neck, and his face became slightly stiff.
Wen Xing: ...
He urged: "Aren't you going to leave?"
The corner of the man's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end. He half-knelt down and said, "I'll help you pry it open."
Wen Xing watched the man quietly as he lowered his head and focused on unlocking his chain. He quietly raised his wrist and silently pointed the hidden arrow at the back of the man's head. He tentatively said, "Last time when we rescued His Highness Prince Xiang, a large group of people came. Why are you the only one here today?"
His voice was quiet, "It seems that I am not that important in His Highness's eyes."
Tan Ping only went in and never left. The people who came back to rescue King Xiang last time were the ones who were originally ambushing in the city, and they also left the city with King Xiang.
And it is unlikely that the person today could have broken in on his own.
Could it be that he is a hidden agent?
The man untied the chains and said with a wry smile, "Sir, what are you talking about? Your Highness really values you."
At this time, the sound of a cuckoo was heard outside the door. Wen Xing raised his eyes and saw Xinghe's head sticking out of the door. He winked at him, and Xinghe understood and immediately shrank back.
Xinghe had just taken a few steps back when his back suddenly bumped into something. He was startled and turned around suddenly, only to meet Ning Wujie's gloomy face.
Xinghe:!
When did this person appear? He was completely unaware!
He was about to open his mouth, but Ning Wujie covered it with his hand. At the same time, two shadow guards suddenly fell down and neatly grabbed Xinghe's arms with their backhands.
Ning Wujie leaned close to Xinghe's ear and said in a very low voice, "I've come to rob your master so many times. I'll settle this account with you later."
Xinghe:?!
Ning Wujie knows everything? Doesn't that mean the master is exposed?!
He struggled frantically, but his mouth was covered and he could only make "wuwu" sounds. He was then dragged away by two shadow guards. He could only stare with wide eyes and watch Ning Wujie walk towards Wen Xing's door.
Ahhh, Master!
From inside the door, there was a crisp sound of chains being untied.
"Okay!" The man just stood up and raised his eyes to see the tip of the sleeve arrow pointing at his eyebrows. He was shocked.
Wen Xing said coldly: "Thank you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the trigger of his hidden arrow flicked, and the arrow flew out of the air. Before the man could utter a sound, his eyes widened and he fell backwards. Only a scarlet spot remained between his eyebrows, and blood slowly seeped down, leaving a silent trail of blood.
Wen Xing didn't even glance at the man. He stepped out of the door and saw a figure standing at the door, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, looking at him coldly.
Wen Xing:!
My heart suddenly started beating faster.
He stepped back involuntarily, looking at the person nervously, "Why are you..."
When did this person come? Was Xinghe still outside the door just now? Was he discovered?
Ning Wujie glanced at the man in black who was lying on the ground, then looked up at Wen Xing. He recalled the ruthlessness in the man's eyes and the icy silence on his face when he killed someone without hesitation.
It is like a mandala that suddenly blooms, beautiful and deadly.
How much he used to be fascinated by this cold beauty, now he finds it ridiculous.
This person's heart can never be warmed up no matter what.
He only made a slight test, and the other party's true colors were revealed.
Ning Wujie walked forward slowly. With every step he took, Wen Xing took a step back. His voice was low and hoarse: "You really want to escape after all... Have you forgotten what you promised me?!"
Until Wen Xing retreated to the edge of the couch, with nowhere to retreat.
His handsome face was close to the other man's, and seeing the storm in his eyes that was about to start, Wen Xing felt guilty. He swallowed hard and tried to defend himself with forced composure, "Ning Wujie, calm down. Look, if I want to escape, why do I need to kill him? Wouldn't it be better to go with him?"
"And listen to me, this man is a secret agent. You must quickly investigate the General's Mansion, otherwise..."
"Your Majesty." A cold voice suddenly interrupted him, the last syllable trembling slightly: "Stop quibbling."
Wen Xing's face suddenly darkened, and the blood in his body almost froze.
He knows!
when?
When he was ill? Or even earlier...
Countless details that he had deliberately ignored flooded into his mind at this moment. All the flaws that were clearly in front of him but that he had subconsciously ignored, and the false illusions that deceived himself, were torn apart by the word "Your Majesty", leaving him nowhere to hide.
His breathing almost stopped and he could only stare stiffly at the person in front of him.
He watched helplessly as the other party's slender knuckles suddenly rose and reached towards him. Wen Xing had no way to avoid it and fell onto the couch in panic.
Her fingertips paused slightly beside his cheek, and then accurately touched the edge of the seam.
Wen Xing's breathing stopped suddenly.
The next moment, the mask was removed, revealing his true face. The man's fingertips lingered on his face.
The disguise was suddenly revealed, Wen Xing's pupils contracted sharply, and a bone-chilling chill ran up his spine.
He opened his mouth, his voice a little weak: "When did you..."
Ning Wujie chuckled softly, his laughter saturated with despair and madness. "I've been extremely careful and accommodating! I'm just afraid that if I expose you, you'll run away without even looking back!"
"But now it seems that you are determined to escape no matter what!"
"If that's the case, why should I bother with all this effort?!"
The shadow of the other person's body fell over him. Wen Xing raised his head and saw the corners of Ning Wujie's eyes, which were red with anger. The moisture in his eyes flashed with broken light under the candlelight.
He was inexplicably distressed and stretched out his fingers to touch the corners of the other person's eyes, "I'm sorry, I..."
He wanted to make some excuses, but in the end he found that he had nothing to say.
All words are pale and powerless in the face of facts.
I'm sorry, I'm not dead. I lied to you and even after you went through so much trouble to find me, you still tried to continue lying to me.
But......
But I have no other choice.
Because there is no "Wen Xing" in this world anymore, he should not exist.
This is just the only way I can continue to "survive".
Seeing his pale lips and the panicked look of being exposed, Ning Wujie felt as if his heart was being cut by a sharp knife. He raised his head, trying to force back the tears that were welling up in his eyes, and said in an unnaturally low voice, "What on earth are you afraid of me for?"
Wen Xing's heart trembled.
Is he scared?
But when he lowered his eyes, he could see his fingertips trembling slightly.
"I......"
Unable to suppress the tears, Ning Wujie sighed silently, "You're afraid that I will blame you, afraid that after you did those things, I will retaliate against you? Right?"
revenge?
He should have thought so.
Wen Xing thought that Ning Wujie should take revenge on him. But for some reason, he knew deep down that this person would not do so.
But why did he run away? What was he afraid of?
"Your Majesty..." Ning Wujie lowered his head almost helplessly, his tone filled with extreme disappointment, "Do you really think I would harm you?"
Tears fell and hit Wen Xing's cheeks. He was slightly startled and reached out to wipe them away, and the tears condensed on his fingertips.
"No..." Wen Xing denied it flatly, "No..."
"Then why did you run away?"
Wen Xing was silent.
Why?
Because after he had done those things, he didn't dare face Ning Wujie, he was afraid that Ning Wujie would blame him.
Because he was afraid that the other party would know that "Li Wenyan" was the "tyrant" who harmed people, from then on he would lose even the last bit of false goodwill in the other party's heart.
But when he opened his mouth, he didn't know where to start.
Seeing his silence, Ning Wujie closed his eyes deeply, and his eyelashes wiped away the last drop of tears. When he opened his eyes again, his scarlet eyes were filled with shuddering paranoia and madness.
"What should I do?"
Ning Wujie's voice was low and dark: "I didn't expect that at this point, Your Majesty still had the energy to escape."
Hearing something wrong in the tone, Wen Xing was startled and said nervously, "What do you want to do?"
Ning Wujie stood up straight as he spoke, casually unbuttoning his cuffs. His tall silhouette cast a heavy shadow in front of Wen Xing, completely swallowing him up.
"It seems that we must exhaust His Majesty's energy so that he can no longer stand up."
Wen Xing:!
He stared at the pile of clothes on the ground, his Adam's apple moving nervously. He had a premonition that this time he would definitely not have an easy time.
Ning Wujie was furious...his heart was trembling. Would this cost him half his life?
As the robes fell to the ground one by one, Wen Xing's heart was beating like a drum. He tried to get up, but was pushed down by a strong force. His back hit the bed, and the shock made his breathing stop.
The next moment, a cold hand gripped his throat, and the suffocating pressure made him cough violently, tears welling up in his eyes.
A shadow pressed down like a mountain, Ning Wujie leaned over and trapped him on the couch, his scarlet and cold eyes staring at him from above.
Wen Xing's pupils shrank drastically, and his voice trembled a little: "Ning Wujie... calm down..."
Before he could finish his words, his lips were suddenly bitten, and all his words were silenced.
He clenched his fists and weakly beat the man's solid chest, but the man didn't move at all.
The weak push and rejection seemed soft due to exhaustion, and instead turned into a reluctant acceptance.
Wen Xing's body suddenly tensed up, but then retreated step by step in the next moment, and finally his body and heart collapsed inch by inch, like melting ice and snow.
The man's palm suddenly covered his lips, blocking all sobs.
His eyelashes trembled constantly, and his breaths broke and overflowed, echoing through the thick night.
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The author has something to say: Do you think the vests have all fallen off now?
NO~NO~NO.
There will be another big reveal, hehehe~ (evil laugh)
And Baozi said that His Majesty's feelings have to wait until the plot is written? How is that possible? Haha.
Of course the copy also needs to be rounded. Don’t worry about how I make it rounded. It will be rounded anyway.
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