Chapter 88 is so cute!
It was midsummer, and the sound of cicadas could be heard.
A seemingly ordinary green-covered carriage drove silently into the side gate of the imperial city.
A year passed, and Wen Xing stepped into the Funing Palace again.
The light and shadow in the hall were sparse, and dust could be seen floating through the light coming through the window.
He raised his hand to remove the veil covering his face, and his eyes slowly swept across the familiar bedroom.
Everything was exactly as I remembered.
A few clumps of green bamboos hung outside the window frame, their leaves still stained with the freshness of the previous day's rain. Through the window, one could see that the begonias in the courtyard were still lush and green.
The cushioned recliner in the corridor was still there. He vaguely saw his former self lying on it, fanning himself, listening to Ning Wujie reading the memorials until he fell asleep.
The hall was filled with the scent of ambergris, and the ice jars released wisps of coolness.
Even on the dragon couch, there were still several fluffy and soft brocade pillows piled up.
Wen Xing stood in the hall, stunned by everything in front of him.
This was clearly Ning Wujie's bedroom, yet everywhere he looked, every object, every curtain and drape were arranged according to his original preferences, without a single mistake, as if time had never passed, as if Ning Wujie had never truly belonged here.
He could even imagine how Ning Wujie carefully maintained the original appearance of every detail in this huge bedroom, and how he spent day after day alone in this frighteningly empty palace.
Wen Xing's heart suddenly began to ache.
He knew Ning Wujie was persistent, but he didn't expect him to be so persistent...
What on earth had he done to this person?
Ning Wujie's voice came from behind him: "Li Dequan is still the chief steward. The attendants are all old friends from Funing Palace. They know everything about us and will never reveal a single word to anyone."
Wen Xing hurriedly turned sideways, quickly took out a pill from the edge of his sleeve and put it into his mouth, then lowered his head and took a deep breath to suppress the pain.
"...The outside of the palace is also filled with shadow guards who won't let anyone get even a step closer..."
As Ning Wujie spoke, he noticed Wen Xing's back tense and his head drooped. His expression suddenly tensed, and he hurried around to Wen Xing and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty?"
Wen Xing took a deep breath before raising his eyes, but he didn't realize that his eyes were a little pink and his pupils were covered with a layer of mist.
Ning Wujie was startled and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
"If Your Majesty doesn't like it, you can..."
Wen Xing pressed Ning Wujie's lips with four fingers, "No."
Seeing Ning Wujie's concerned and nervous expression, he quickly lowered his eyelashes and hid the expression in his eyes, "I don't dislike it."
Ning Wujie frowned, thought for a moment, then slowly took his wrist and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, are you dissatisfied with being kept in the palace?"
"If your Majesty wants to go out, he can do so at any time. There are sedan chairs and carriages along the way, and no one dares to spy on the imperial procession."
Seeing that he didn't answer, Ning Wujie asked again, "Perhaps Your Majesty likes the temporary palace? Then how about we go to the temporary palace?"
Damn it, how could he have forgotten that this person is very pampered. He wants to live in the Hot Spring Palace in winter and in the Summer Palace in summer.
The weather is hot now, it's time to go to the Xishan Palace.
"Tomorrow we will..."
"No need." When Wen Xing raised his eyes again, he had suppressed all the heat in his eyes and his heartbeat had calmed down.
"There are wars going on everywhere right now, so let's not waste this money."
Seeing Ning Wujie treating him with such caution, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. Why hadn't he realized before that he meant so much to Ning Wujie?
As he spoke, he turned around and casually threw himself heavily into the pile of soft pillows.
The fluffy and soft touch instantly enveloped him, and the familiar breath made him relax physically and mentally. He glanced at Ning Wujie, then let out a satisfied sigh: "My dragon bed is still more comfortable..."
Although he said this to reassure Ning Wujie, he himself still missed it very much. The bed he had in Soseki Residence was made according to his dragon bed.
Wen Xing comforted himself. He just wanted to find a place to lie down anyway. It didn't matter where he lay.
Just be careful and don't let anyone find out...
Ning Wujie finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw how contented he was. He waved away the attendants and asked, "Your Majesty, may I come up?"
Wen Xing looked up at Ning Wujie's pitiful expression, and his heart softened. Without thinking, he waved at him, "Why are you so talkative? Come up if you want to. No need to ask me."
Ning Wujie raised his lips, quickly took off his shoes and socks and squeezed forward.
He felt the bed beside him sink slightly, and a significant heat source approached him. Wen Xing suddenly felt that he had spoken too early. Without even raising his eyes, he lazily raised his foot to kick, his voice also lazy, "It's hot... Lie further away..."
This is why he chose southern Yunnan. Even in midsummer, Anxi is not too hot and a thin shirt is enough.
It’s different in the capital. The heat can kill people.
Ning Wujie took advantage of the situation and grabbed his ankle, and moved closer, "Let me hold you for a moment."
This time he took it without asking, as if he had received Wen Xing's permission just now, and he became more and more demanding.
Wen Xing struggled but couldn't get away. He was afraid that too much movement would hurt Ning Wujie, so he reached out to push the other person's chest, but Ning Wujie grabbed his wrist.
His fingertips were still wrapped in thin bandages from previous injuries. Ning Wujie lowered his eyes to look at his fingertips, his tone filled with a hint of distress. "It's been so long, how come it still hasn't healed?" He pondered for a moment, "Let Zhai Yuanqing take a look."
Wen Xing was a little hesitant.
Ning Wujie saw his concerns and asked, "Your Majesty, are you worried about him?"
Wen Xing shook his head. Zhai Yuanqing had followed him for many years and, like Li Dequan, was a tight-lipped person. It wasn't that he was worried.
It’s just that the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better. Li Dequan only found out about it by chance.
Ning Wujie soothed him, "If you're worried, just keep it behind the curtain so he can't see you."
"All right."
Ning Wujie then raised his voice, "Send the message to Zhai Yuanqing."
The imperial physician hasn't come to Funing Palace for a long time.
When I entered here again, the environment was still the same as before, the only difference was that the owner had changed.
Things have really changed.
However, he had not been to the Funing Palace since the death of the late emperor, and he didn't know who he was going to see today.
The curtains were drawn, revealing only a vague silhouette of a person.
The figure lay on the couch, with only a slender white wrist sticking out from between the curtains.
Ning Wujie stood aside and said, "Look at his hands."
Although Zhai Yuanqing was confused, he remained calm and did not ask any more questions.
"Hey." Zhai Yuanqing put down the medicine box and carefully checked the man's fingers.
The bandages were removed, revealing the crisscrossing wounds. He observed them for a moment and said, "It's hot, this kind of wound can't be covered. The bandages can't be wrapped again. Just apply medicine and don't get it wet."
He gave instructions while applying medicine to the man.
The medicine took effect quickly. Not long after it was applied, the fingertips that were red due to inflammation faded a little, revealing some of their original skin color.
For some reason, the more Zhai Yuanqing looked at this hand, the more familiar it seemed.
This...this, this, why does it look so much like the late emperor?
He glanced at Ning Wujie, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Thinking that their Majesty had been somewhat violent and tyrannical since the death of the previous emperor, he finally did not dare to ask. He obediently finished applying the medicine and gave some medical advice.
He had just thought of the late emperor, and when he looked at the figure behind the curtain again, he felt that it resembled him more and more.
Thinking back to when Ning Wujie looked crazy right after the late emperor passed away, Zhai Yuanqing felt a chill run down his spine.
Could it be that this person... found a substitute? !
He was just in shock when he heard someone behind the bed curtain say, "His Majesty is also injured. Take a look at him."
Zhai Yuanqing was even more horrified.
This situation...why does it feel so familiar?
Zhai Yuanqing was vaguely thinking that when there was a fire in the Qinzheng Hall, both of them were injured and each of them wanted him to check the other's injuries.
hiss......
This stand-in is way too similar! Even the scenes are the same!
Zhai Yuanqing became more and more horrified as he thought about it. He trembled as he checked Ning Wujie's injuries. "Your Majesty's injuries have been sutured and are much better now. Just use scar removal medicine on time."
After he finished speaking, he left some medicine and a few medical instructions, then picked up the medicine box and left quickly.
It is not advisable to stay here for long. It would be disastrous if this capricious emperor turns around and pokes out his eyes or silences him.
Zhai Yuanqing pretended to be calm and walked out of the door quickly, but saw Li Dequan appeared at some point and was standing outside the door waving at him.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again, and it was indeed Li Dequan!
"Eunuch Li?!"
Li Dequan chuckled, "Long time no see, Lord Zhai."
"Aren't you going to guard the tomb?"
Li Dequan glanced at the two people inside and said with a smile, "I am worried about Your Majesty, so I asked for instructions and came back to serve you."
Zhai Yuanqing didn't understand the difference between the two "Your Majesty" mentioned by Li Dequan, but his expression became even weirder.
His Majesty not only found a replacement, he even brought back the chief eunuch!
And thinking of the injuries on the man on the couch, it looked like he was scratched by something randomly, which looked very indecent!
Could it be that I was bullied by His Majesty in bed before, and now I want to find a substitute to bully him back?
Crazy, absolutely crazy!
Zhai Yuanqing hesitated to speak, and after a long while he sighed deeply, "Eunuch Li is always by your Majesty's side, so you should pay more attention to him and advise him more."
Li Dequan: “Hey.”
After a pause, Li Dequan:?
Before he could ask any questions, the imperial physician shook his head and sighed and left.
From between the beds came the rustling sound of two people's clothes rubbing against each other, mixed with occasional scolding. The old eunuch smiled with narrowed eyes, waved away all the servants and closed the door.
"Ning Wujie, who told you to come up here?" Wen Xing saw the man actually taking off his coat and climbing up. He wanted to push him away, but his fingertips had just been medicated and it was inconvenient to touch him, so he could only kick him with his foot, saying in a deep and dissatisfied voice, "You're really hot."
"Don't you have the Ice Mirror?" Ning Wujie knelt at the end of the couch, caught his kicking foot and put it in his arms.
"That's hot too."
Wen Xing kicked with his other foot, stepping on Ning Wujie's chest. Ning Wujie groaned, fell backward and lay on the bed.
Wen Xing's face froze.
No way, is he that strong?
He suddenly sat up and saw Ning Wujie lying on the couch, frowning and holding his chest, looking like he was in pain.
He asked nervously, "Where did you kick?" He didn't care about the medicine on his hand when he said that, and touched the place where Ning Wujie was covering.
"On the heart?"
"It hurts..." Ning Wujie frowned, looking painful.
Wen Xing was startled and nervously wanted to call "Imperial Physician", but just as he opened his mouth to the outside, Ning Wujie suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it tightly against his chest without letting go.
There was a smile in Ning Wujie's eyes, and the thin lines of his lips were raised.
"My heart hurts." Ning Wujie placed Wen Xing's hand on his burning chest, "Your Majesty needs to rub it to make it better."
Wen Xing's expression suddenly turned cold, "Boring."
Where did you learn this trick?!
childish.
He was about to pull his hand away, but his palm touched something through the clothes.
Ning Wujie was only wearing an undershirt, and the thing was placed underneath it, right next to his chest.
Wen Xing pinched it through his shirt in confusion, and it looked like a purse.
"What's this?"
Ning Wujie's eyelashes flickered, and he took his hand away. "Nothing."
Wen Xing narrowed his eyes.
He was born with a rebellious nature, and even if Ning Wujie didn't give it to him, he would still insist on watching.
But he definitely couldn't snatch it away with his skills, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned over and pressed down with a smile.
His breath brushed Ning Wujie's lips and nose, and his low voice revealed a hint of laziness and cunning: "What good things are you hiding? You're so secretive, why don't you show it to me?"
His breath blew between Ning Wujie's lips and nostrils. A pair of emerald eyes were close at hand, with long eyelashes drooping, covering half of the sapphire blue.
The eyes were hooked, and Ning Wujie's Adam's apple rolled. Finally, he closed his eyes helplessly, "Your Majesty, please look if you want, but..."
Seeing Ning Wujie's hesitant reaction, his curiosity grew, so he reached into the other's clothes like lightning, and pulled out the thing with a hook of his fingertips.
Ning Wujie's eyes followed the object in his palm. Although his expression remained calm, his eyes revealed his nervousness.
Wen Xing lowered his eyes to look and saw a bright yellow satin bag with a dragon pattern embroidered on the front.
It looked no different from an ordinary royal purse. He looked at Ning Wujie suspiciously, but saw that the other party had also sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the satin bag, and glanced at him cautiously.
Wen Xing's brows were furrowed.
As to making Ning Wujie so nervous?
He turned the satin bag over and saw the tiny words "Yongjing" embroidered in the corner.
Yongjing was his reign title.
It is the reign title marked on many of his imperial belongings.
"Is this...my stuff?"
Ning Wujie's Adam's apple rolled, he looked at him cautiously, and nodded slowly.
Wen Xing was puzzled and gently pulled the ribbon.
A knot of hair lay quietly in it.
Two strands of black hair were tightly intertwined to form a concentric knot, with a thin strand of crimson silk thread tied in the center.
Wen Xing's gaze suddenly fixed on the knot. His heartbeat suddenly lost control, pounding against his chest, and even his fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Where... did this come from?"
He tried to control his almost trembling voice, and his voice unconsciously became tense, very low, and he didn't sound very happy.
Ning Wujie's heart skipped a beat when he heard these words.
His fingers tightened on the bed, crumpling the covers, and his breathing almost stopped.
He lowered his eyes, weighed the pros and cons, and decided not to implicate Li Dequan. He said solemnly, "I left it behind privately when His Majesty was buried."
He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling with nervousness, and said in a deep voice, "It's my fault for getting married without your Majesty's permission. I didn't want your Majesty to know..."
"But could Your Majesty..."
Wen Xing's brain buzzed.
Get married?
The kind of hair tie you wear at a wedding?
Ning Wujie secretly married him? And even put the things in a close place.
He could hardly think, only the strong heartbeat hit his mind again and again, making his brain buzz.
Ning Wujie's extremely nervous voice vaguely came to my ears: "...I was wrong, Your Majesty, please don't be angry."
"If Your Majesty doesn't like it... I will..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Xing suddenly leaned over and sealed Ning Wujie's lips.
Ning Wujie's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pupils suddenly widened, "Your Majesty..."
Your Majesty... not only is he not angry, he is also...
What does this mean?
Wen Xing's heart was beating wildly, and he was so excited that he didn't care about anything else. His mind was full of Ning Wujie liking him and wanting to marry him!
And they got married secretly!
It’s so cute!
His kisses and even his breath continued to fall on the man's lips. He asked vaguely while kissing him, "Have you been carrying it with you all this time?"
Ning Wujie held his breath, "...Yeah."
Wen Xing simply sat astride the other person, held up Ning Wujie's face, and kissed him intensively again, lingering on Ning Wujie's lips and cheeks.
Ning Wujie's breathing became disordered and his heartbeat was completely out of order.
"Your Majesty...are you not angry?"
Wen Xing's voice was filled with heavy breathing, and his lips lingered on the corners of Ning Wujie's lips and jaw. His voice became deep and hoarse, with a hint of confusion, "Why should I be angry?"
Ning Wujie's pupils suddenly shrank and his breathing became much heavier. He reached out and held Wen Xing's lower back, holding him in his arms.
Wen Xing pushed forward, pressing the person deeply into the brocade quilt with his body, and the light kiss turned into a passionate deep kiss.
Before long, suppressed gasps could be heard from deep within the layers of curtains. The belt was torn loosely, and the silk outer garment and plain white undergarment slid to the edge of the bed.
A deep and trembling sigh came from inside the tent, and soon turned into a scream.
The chirping of cicadas outside the window drowned out the sounds inside the tent.
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The author has something to say: You think I'm cute now, right? Your Majesty, you are hopeless.
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