Chapter 89 Ning, Wu, Jie! You wait! ...
Late at night, Wen Xing was awakened by a burst of hot and stuffy sensation.
Ning Wujie's arms tightly wrapped around his waist from behind, holding him tightly against his hot chest.
The nights in late summer were already stuffy and damp, and now it felt more like being roasted on a stove. He was so hot that his mouth was dry and his inner clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin.
Wen Xing frowned in annoyance. This man always hugged him tightly like this every time he fell asleep.
He moved with difficulty, his throat was too dry to make a sound, so he had to struggle to pry open the man's arms, trying to break free from the hot embrace and get off the bed.
However, as soon as her toes touched the cold ground, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Wen Xing turned around in shock, and with the dim moonlight filtering in from the window, he saw Ning Wujie, who had woken up at some point, with red eyes and a cold gaze staring at him.
"Where are you going?" The voice was hoarse, and the force holding his hand could not be ignored.
Wen Xing replied hoarsely, "Drink some water."
As soon as he finished speaking, the fierce aura around Ning Wujie suddenly dissipated, and his tense back relaxed, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up and said, "I'll go."
Wen Xing stared blankly at Ning Wujie lying on the bed barefoot, wearing only an undershirt, as he walked to the table to get a teacup and pour water. When he turned back, his eyes had become extremely gentle again.
Wen Xing took the teacup and moistened his dry throat, then asked casually, "Where did you think I was going?"
Ning Wujie was silent for a moment before he whispered, "No, it was just a dream."
Wen Xing's hand holding the cup paused slightly.
Judging from Ning Wujie’s nervous look just now, I’m afraid it wasn’t a good dream.
He lowered his eyes, reached out and pulled Ning Wujie to sit beside him. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What dream was it? Can you tell me?"
In fact, he already had some vague guesses when he asked this question.
Ning Wujie simply said, "It's nothing, just a dream."
As he spoke, he went to hug Wen Xing and said, "Let's sleep."
Seeing Ning Wujie's reaction, Wen Xing didn't want to ask any more questions. He hesitated for a moment before pushing him away and pretending to be angry, "You're so hot."
He lifted his collar, showing the sweat-soaked fabric, "See? You covered it up."
He got angry at this point and kicked the man in anger, "Get out."
Then he picked up a fan from the end of the bed, lay down on the bed with a big letter "Spread", and fanned himself.
Ning Wujie's body was knocked sideways by his kick, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he chuckled softly. Then he lay on his side on the couch, supporting his chin with one hand, and stared at Wen Xing's irritable fanning himself in the moonlight, his eyes filled with helplessness.
He reached out and took the fan, "Let me do it."
"It's cooler if you stay away from me."
Having said that, Wen Xing still let Ning Wujie take the fan.
Ning Wujie took the fan and indeed moved some distance away from him, slowly shaking the handle of the fan, bringing bursts of soothing cool breeze.
Wen Xing sighed comfortably, his tense body gradually relaxing. His sleepiness was completely dissipated by this interruption. He said dissatisfiedly, "Ning Wujie... give me the speech notebook..."
Ning Wujie paused slightly while fanning himself, and said helplessly, "I haven't read a storybook in a long time."
Wen Xing blinked, "Then... the memorial?"
Ning Wujie thought for a while and said, "I'll make up a story for you."
Wen Xing nodded and lay down obediently waiting to hear the story.
"It's said that the West City Orphanage was originally run by the government, and it housed mostly orphans with no one to rely on."
"One of them was a boy named Shitou. He was a stutterer, so no one adopted him until he was seven. If no one wanted a child that age, he would be sold to human traffickers from the workhouse. So Shitou and a dozen other boys of similar age in the workhouse decided to run away together."
"But they were caught the same night they escaped and received a severe beating. The workhouse was afraid they would escape again, so they invited human traffickers to come beforehand. Shitou thought he would inevitably become a slave, but he never imagined that the human traffickers would send them to a quiet village outside the capital."
"That village, with its high walls and deep courtyards, not only did the children have warm clothes and ample food, but they also had teachers to teach them how to read and write, and martial arts masters to teach them boxing, kicking, archery, horse riding, and shooting. A high-ranking official often came here to personally teach them military tactics, treating them like a teacher and a father."
"When the children grew up, some became personal guards of high officials, while others were sent to the military camp."
"And that Shi Tou was sent to the Ningyuan Army, where he was promoted to Lieutenant General and later to Deputy General."
Hearing this, Wen Xing's sleepy eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly raised his eyes, "Who?"
Not hearing Ning Wujie's reply, Wen Xing sat up, his face cold: "Don't tell me you're going to do 'Next time' now."
Ning Wujie curled his lips, a cunning light flashing in his eyes, "Your Majesty, aren't you going to sleep?"
Wen Xing was startled, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "You did it on purpose."
"How can I sleep like this?"
He was a little mad and pushed Ning Wujie hard, "Hurry up and tell me!"
Ning Wujie pretended to be pushed down, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Seeing that he was deliberately teasing her, Wen Xing pounced on him fiercely, sat on Ning Wujie's lap, and stretched out his hand to tickle his armpits: "Who is that stone? Who is the great master? Will you tell me?"
Ning Wujie smiled and held down his rebellious hand, "I'll say."
He held Wen Xing's fingers in front of his eyes and examined them, his eyes full of heartache, "Stop scratching, the wound hasn't healed yet. I won't tease you anymore."
Ning Wujie said solemnly: "The stone is Han Jin."
Wen Xing:?
He blurted out: "But Han Jin doesn't stutter."
Ning Wujie nodded. "Stuttering is actually a heart disease, and it can be cured. It just requires extraordinary perseverance."
Wen Xing pondered for a moment, "But doesn't Han Jin have a mother? I remember when I wanted him to betray the Queen Mother, I threatened him with his mother's life."
Ning Wujie's eyes were calm. "He must be a secret agent planted by that 'great official' by the Empress Dowager's side. To gain the Empress Dowager's trust, he naturally needs a suitable background. A general from a poor family with an elderly mother to support is the most suitable person for the Empress Dowager to control."
Wen Xing suddenly realized, "No wonder he was so easily persuaded when I asked him to defect to the Queen Mother that day."
His expression suddenly turned cold as he spoke, "Could it be that I have become the knife of that 'big official'?"
Use him to get rid of the Queen Mother?
Why?
However, according to this person's logic, placing his confidants in the army was probably for the purpose of gaining power, and the aristocratic families represented by the Queen Mother almost blocked the path to advancement, so it was understandable that this person wanted to get rid of the Queen Mother and then get rid of the Wang family.
But... Wen Xing clenched his fist unwillingly. Someone actually dared to use him as a knife!
Ning Wujie couldn't help laughing when he saw his angry look.
"The Queen Mother is being aggressive. Your Majesty is merely protecting himself. Don't worry about it."
Wen Xing was curious: "Then how did you know he was from the poorhouse?"
It must be difficult to trace the whereabouts of those orphans.
"Luckily, he had this disguise. The choice of this 'old mother' required a thorough understanding. He chose a housekeeper who had previously worked in the poorhouse. That's how I was able to trace him back to the poorhouse."
"What about the other orphans?"
Ning Wujie shook his head. "I originally wanted to take Han Jin to the Imperial Prison for interrogation, and make him confess the list of orphans and the mastermind behind the incident. But I remembered that the last assassin from the orphanage took advantage of the opportunity and committed suicide without revealing anything, so I didn't dare to alert him."
Han Jin is the only clue left, and he can't take any more risks.
"I've been watching him for a year, but he hasn't made any movement. He must have lost contact with his master."
"This has hindered my marches and battles, and I've only used men I know well. But I don't think any of them are among the imperial guards, otherwise I wouldn't be safe and sound until now."
Wen Xing nodded slightly. "The Imperial Guards were once controlled by the Queen Mother. Perhaps he didn't find the opportunity to place his own people there."
"Then who is this great official? Why did he do this?"
Ning Wujie pondered, "It must be an official in the court who placed these people in the army in order to build up his own power. After all, only the loyal soldiers raised by one's own hands are the most loyal and will never defect."
"And I don't know why this person is targeting me everywhere." Ning Wujie pondered. He had previously assassinated him in the fire in the Qinzheng Hall, and then leaked the marching map. If he was not a political enemy, then he had a personal grudge against him.
But there were so many people in this world who wanted him dead that he couldn't tell them apart.
Wen Xing glared at him, "You suddenly said all this today, so you must have some clues, right?"
"Otherwise, why would you make fun of me for no reason?" Wen Xing's eyes moved, and he suddenly said, "You don't want me to act with you again?"
Every time this kid makes up a story for him, it's either to coax him into cooperating or to deliberately whet his appetite. In short, it's never a good thing!
Ning Wujie laughed and couldn't help pinching his puffy cheeks.
"No need."
"But I think the reason he didn't act is probably because he didn't have the opportunity." His eyes turned cold as he said this: "Then I will give him a chance."
Wen Xing asked curiously, "How do you say that?"
Ning Wujie said, "We just received news today that the Shuofeng tribe has regrouped and is joining forces with the Liang Kingdom, totaling 300,000 men, to launch a massive invasion of the northwest."
"Although I have recovered Longxi, the troops there have been transferred to southern Yunnan. We have captured several of their important towns and are currently advancing rapidly. We cannot withdraw. Jiaodong and Huainan have not yet been recovered. Our troops are now scattered and have no time to support the northwest."
"I think..." Ning Wujie paused: "I will go to the northwest to provide support in person."
Wen Xing sat up straight at once: "You want to lead the army in person?"
He seemed to have figured something out, and angrily said, "In this critical moment, you still want to bring Han Jin with you to give him a chance to deal with you?!"
Ning Wujie was startled to see him react so quickly, then smiled and said, "It's okay. This battle is unavoidable anyway. Taking him along is just a matter of convenience."
"No! The battlefield is ever changing, and I will never allow you to have a hidden danger around you."
Ning Wujie couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, but he still tried to defend himself, "He only dares to take action when it's a crisis."
"I don't agree." Wen Xing said firmly.
He pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "We have to give him a chance, but we can't put you in danger. So, we have no choice but to postpone this battle for a while."
Ning Wujie watched his beautiful brows tighten and relax, his thin lips pursed again and again, not knowing what he was thinking. He couldn't help but curl his lips slightly: "Your Majesty, do you have a solution?"
Wen Xing glanced at Ning Wujie and thought to himself that he had a way.
Historically, after the Ningyuan army was defeated, the Shuofeng tribe took advantage of civil unrest in Chen to annex sixteen counties, and then annexed the neighboring Liang State, becoming a behemoth entrenched in the north. They even attempted to annex the later Zhou Dynasty.
However, after annexing Liang, the Shufeng tribe fell into civil strife due to the death of its Chanyu and internal strife between the two princes, which gave the Xin Dynasty Zhou a chance to catch its breath.
But now the Ningyuan Army is still there, and the Shuofeng tribe has no way to go south, so they colluded with the Liang Kingdom.
He nodded slowly, "If the time is correct, their Chanyu should be dying soon..."
Late at night, the voices of two people talking could be heard from the quiet bedroom.
After half a cup of tea.
"There's another thing I can't let go of..." Wen Xing pondered. "Before, in southern Yunnan, I saw Prince Xiang and Gao Meng address a hooded man as 'Sir.' This time, when I went to Luobi Gorge to look for you, I also heard someone mention 'Sir.' Could they be talking about the same person?"
Ning Wujie nodded slightly, "I saw him."
Wen Xing sat up straight in alertness, "Who is he?"
Ning Wujie shook his head. "I can't tell with the mask on. But..."
He always felt vaguely familiar.
"If he's a certain 'lord', why would he wear a mask?" Wen Xing pondered. "Wearing a mask is to conceal one's identity. Could it be that he's not an official from southern Yunnan?"
The scope is too large, and Wen Xing has no idea at the moment.
Ning Wujie said solemnly: "Maybe it is someone in the court, or maybe..." He narrowed his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and a guess arose in his mind.
Wen Xing asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Ning Wujie shook his head. "It's just a guess. There's no evidence yet."
He turned around and saw Wen Xing looking troubled, so he advised, "Don't think about it for now. Once Han Jin makes his move, everything will be clear."
Wen Xing nodded slowly, then rubbed his temples. He had been thinking too much today and had a headache.
Then he fell back into the quilt.
Ning Wujie leaned over, pinched Wen Xing's wrist with his fingertips and rubbed it, "Your Majesty, I want to discuss something."
Wen Xing lazily asked, "What?"
Ning Wujie's eyelashes drooped slightly. "I'm going on this expedition, and I don't know where the orphans from the workhouse are hiding. I'm worried about leaving Your Majesty alone in the palace."
"so?"
"So..." Ning Wujie's fingertips simulated a little man walking on Wen Xing's forearm, making Wen Xing feel itchy.
"So I will send people to guard Your Majesty... and surround the Funing Palace tightly. Your Majesty... can you please not go out?"
Wen Xing thought it was no big deal, just solitary confinement. He was almost used to being locked up.
So he said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I won't go out."
Ning Wujie leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose again, "Until I return, your Majesty's every move will be followed and reported back to me. Your Majesty, do you mind?"
The distance was so close that Ning Wujie's long eyelashes brushed Wen Xing's cheek. He took a deep breath and said, "Hmm..."
Anyway, Ning Wujie has been following his every move for the past month, so what difference does it make?
"Your Majesty... do you feel constrained?"
The voice was incredibly low, breathy, and a light kiss landed on the corner of his lips.
Wen Xing felt so itchy in his heart that he didn't care about being restrained or not.
His eyes were blurred and he raised his head to chase the man's lips, but the other person suddenly retreated.
Wen Xing was dissatisfied, so he reached out and pressed the back of the man's neck down, then kissed him directly.
He panted and said intermittently: "...I don't care...I'll do as you say..."
Ning Wujie's eyelashes trembled slightly, and suppressed gasps gradually leaked out from between their lips.
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The camp on the northern slope of the Beijing suburbs.
Ning Wujie reined in his horse and stood on the high platform of the northern foothill camp. His black cloak fluttered in the wind, making his figure look like a pine tree.
He looked back, his gaze fixed on the vaguely discernible outline of the imperial city on the distant horizon.
It seemed as if one could penetrate the distance of dozens of miles and clearly see the solitary figure under the eaves of the corner tower.
Ning Wujie gripped the reins tightly, forcing himself to look away. Then, he pointed his sword towards the sky and shouted, "Go!"
The horse under his crotch raised its head and neighed loudly, the sound shaking the whole area.
The three armies responded in unison, and the sound waves actually passed over the city walls and drifted far away on the wind to the corner tower of the palace.
A Saker Falcon let out a high-pitched cry, its wings cutting through the azure sky as it flew rapidly towards the corner tower of the palace.
On the corner tower, Wen Xing leaned against the railing. A breeze lifted a corner of his veil, revealing his graceful jawline.
He stared silently toward the north, his gaze following the receding army, which slowly merged into the boundary between heaven and earth like an ink line, until the last row of flags disappeared into the dust.
The Saker Falcon chirped and landed on the railing in front of him. He took the mailbox from the Saker Falcon's claws and pulled out a piece of paper with one word written on it: Peace.
Wen Xing's thin lips lifted slightly.
This was the agreement between him and Ning Wujie, that he would have Hai Dongqing deliver a letter to him every day to report his safety.
This person couldn't wait to send him a message right after he left.
The shadow guard behind him urged, "Sir, it's time to go back. The master didn't want you to go out, but he agreed today because he knew he couldn't persuade you. If you stay out for too long, it's not safe if you're seen by strangers."
Wen Xing withdrew his gaze with a sense of loss, turned around and walked down the corner tower.
But after taking a few steps, he felt a little scared again. Did he have to be confined in Funing Palace until Ning Wujie came back?
But this was what he had promised Ning Wujie. In order to restore his precarious reputation in front of Ning Wujie, Wen Xing felt that he had to stay put even if he had to spend the rest of his life in prison this time.
Isn’t it just lying down and taking a nap?
It's not difficult for him!
However, a few days later...
Wen Xing sat on the recliner with a gloomy face, fanning himself angrily with a fan in his hand.
He stood up and walked to the yard, and Zhenxing followed him to the yard.
He turned and went back to his room, and Zhenxing followed him into the door, always keeping within seven steps of him.
Wen Xing gnashed his teeth in anger, turned around and pushed the man hard: "Stay away from me!"
Zhen Xing said helplessly: "I'm sorry, sir, the master said that I will follow you at the same distance as he usually does."
Wen Xing was furious and blurted out, "He usually follows me to bed! Are you following him too?"
Zhen Xing was startled, and suddenly his ears and neck turned red. He knelt down hurriedly and said urgently: "I dare not!"
Wen Xing was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. He pushed the shadow guard out with all his strength until he was out of the door, then slammed the door shut.
There was a knock on the door from Zhenxing, "Sir! Open the door!"
Wen Xing opened the window and shouted outside: "Xinghe! Beat him!"
“Hey!”
Lying on the tree branch, Xinghe's eyes sparkled. "Let's have a fight! He's been so bored lately!"
He flipped over and jumped down, then rushed towards the shadow guard outside the door with lightning speed.
Suddenly, the sound of fighting broke out everywhere.
Wen Xing leaned against the door, clenching his fists fiercely. What do you mean by not caring about being imprisoned? What do you mean by being almost used to being imprisoned?
He is blinded by lust!
Ning, Wu, Jie! You wait!
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The author has something to say: (Before my husband left) Wenmao: I listen to my husband the most~
(After the husband left) Wenmao: Shut up for fucks sake!
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