Chapter 92: Ning Wujie...After me...
“Boom—!”
Lightning tore through the gloomy sky, followed by a loud thunderclap that shook the whole area and accurately struck the corner tower of the west city.
Before Xu Chongyun could even press the trigger, his arm holding the crossbow suddenly stiffened and his body began to twitch violently and uncontrollably.
A pungent smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air. His eyes widened, and his pupils quickly dilated in extreme pain. Finally, he fell straight back with a frozen expression.
At the same time, the soldiers holding crossbows on the city wall fell down in uneven patterns.
Wen Xing didn't hesitate at all. The moment the lightning flashed, he jumped down from the parapet.
Almost at the same moment, Ning Wujie rushed forward like an arrow.
Ning Wujie stepped on the bricks and stones of the city wall with his toes, using the force to leap upwards, his arms spread in the air.
Wen Xing fell into that man's arms accurately.
Ning Wujie pressed Wen Xing's head tightly against his chest, using his body to absorb the impact for him. Then he exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, turned around in the air while holding him, and landed steadily on the ground.
Wen Xing's feet touched the ground, but he did not loosen his arms around him.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and they could almost feel each other's hearts beating out of control.
Seeing Ning Wujie's look of joy but also nervousness, Wen Xing couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. He knew that this person would definitely catch him.
"His Majesty......"
Ning Wujie's voice was slightly panting, with a hint of fear, and an indescribable surge of emotions.
Wen Xing did not answer, but just raised his head and kissed the other person to silence him.
The heavy rain poured down, instantly soaking their hair and clothes. The cold rain flowed down their cheeks and necks, but they were completely unaware.
The soldiers who had managed to survive on the city wall had no time to react before they could stare blankly at the wide city wall which was now covered with corpses.
At the same time, the shadow guards hiding in the forest and the cavalry behind Ning Wujie instantly rushed towards the city gate like a wave, disarming all the soldiers of the city defense camp who had not yet reacted.
The officials under the city wall were already in a daze.
what happened?
The thunder from the sky...struck Lord Xu?
How come only His Majesty jumped down safely?
And why are these two kissing each other without paying attention to anyone else?!
The two hugged and kissed for a long time. Wen Xingcai panted, reluctantly stepped back a little, and rested his forehead on Ning Wujie's.
Ning Wujie panted softly, his eyes full of smiles, "Your Majesty, what method have you used that I don't know about?"
Wen Xing looked towards the city wall where Xu Chongyun could no longer be seen. A cold and deadly glimmer flickered in his gem-like eyes. He curled his lips and whispered, "Heaven's punishment."
Ning Wujie's pupils trembled slightly.
Ever since predicting the solar eclipse, his Majesty has been like a real little god, and this time he can even attract thunder from the sky.
He looked at Wen Xing with more and more fascination, almost wanting to engrave this man's appearance deeply in his heart, but suddenly he lifted his eyelids with some difficulty.
Wen Xing turned around to look at him, but suddenly saw a glaring red, and his heart skipped a beat.
The bloodstains on Ning Wujie's forehead were washed down by the rain, gathering more and more, quickly dyeing half of his face red.
"What's wrong?!" Wen Xing's voice suddenly became tense, with obvious panic.
He stretched out his hand, trying in vain to wipe away the blood that kept gushing out. However, the rain washed over him, as if the wound had been washed open, and blood was gushing out continuously.
Wen Xing tried to find the bleeding point with trembling fingers, but his hands were covered with blood. His pupils suddenly dilated and his breathing stopped.
"Why is there so much blood?" His voice was trembling and he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.
Ning Wujie blinked his eyelashes heavily, trying to focus and see the anxious face in front of him. He gently held Wen Xing's trembling hand and soothed softly: "I'm fine..."
But Wen Xing could hear that his voice was getting weaker and weaker, and his breath was a little scattered.
"What do you mean 'alright?'" Wen Xing almost yelled, his voice tinged with tears. He tried even more frantically to plug the wound with his sleeve, but the blood kept flowing, staining Ning Wujie's neck and collar red.
The rain and tears mixed together, blurring his vision.
"Someone come! Imperial physician! Call the imperial physician!"
"...Your Majesty..." Ning Wujie's vision was completely stained red by the blood, and his body shook uncontrollably. "I'll sleep for a while... Don't worry..."
The words stopped abruptly. Wen Xing's pupils dilated as he watched Ning Wujie slowly fall towards him.
He subconsciously opened his arms, and the man fell straight into his arms.
Wen Xing's breathing stagnated, and he was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he felt a tearing pain in his heart, "No... Ning Wujie... Wake up! Don't scare me!"
"Imperial Physician!"
The heartache was too intense, and in his blurred vision, shadow guards rushed over from all directions and took Ning Wujie from his hands.
Xinghe also rushed over, "Master!"
Wen Xing was helped up by Xinghe. He looked in a daze at the direction where Ning Wujie was being carried away by the shadow guards. He then lowered his eyes and saw Ning Wujie's sword dropped on the ground.
The rain soaked his face and blurred his vision. He gently pushed Xinghe away and bent down to pick up the knife.
“Shhh——”
The blade is unsheathed.
He looked up at the sky, and as the last thunder sounded, he slowly walked towards the city wall with his knife in hand.
"Master!" Xinghe hurried after him, "Where are you going?"
Wen Xing remained silent and slowly walked up the stone steps to the building.
The city wall was in a mess, with a charred human figure particularly eye-catching.
Xu Chongyun lay stiffly on the ground, his clothes torn to pieces, his exposed skin a terrifying crimson, covered with dense, spider-web-like charred lines.
His whole body was stiff, with only his cloudy, bloodshot eyeballs still able to move. Seeing Wen Xing approach, he let out a "ho-ho-ho" sound from his throat, like a broken bellows, his lips moving with difficulty, but unable to utter a single clear syllable.
Wen Xing slowly raised the knife in his hand. His blue-gray eyes were as cold as glaciers under the deep sea, all emotions frozen, leaving only a chilling murderous intent.
He stared at Xu Chongyun's bloodshot eyes, then suddenly tilted his head, a cold smile forming at the corner of his lips: "You want to know why this happened?"
His voice was low, suppressing his raging anger. "Because you've committed so many evil things, even Heaven cannot tolerate you."
Wen Xing suddenly leaned forward and spoke slowly, emphasizing each word: "Are you still dreaming that those orphans you left behind in the army will one day fulfill your legacy?"
He sneered, "You're dreaming. I'll catch them all, one by one, and bury them with you."
Before he finished speaking, the tip of the knife suddenly rose and pointed at Xu Chongyun's eyebrows.
Xu Chongyun's pupils rolled wildly, and an unwilling and rapid "ho ho" sound came out of his throat.
Suddenly, his cloudy eyes turned to one side and stared at the direction of the stairs leading to the city, as if he had seen a life-saving straw.
Wen Xing glanced sideways and saw a figure slowly emerging from the stairs leading to the city.
Xinghe raised his sword and stood in front of Wen Xing vigilantly.
Xu Chongyun's face turned a terrifying purple-red, and the veins in his neck bulged. He pointed his trembling fingers at Wen Xing with all his strength and shouted hoarsely at the man, "Kill... him..."
However, the man ignored his dying command, and was not afraid of Xinghe's sword. He just stood beside him and asked calmly from a superior position: "Sir, is it true that the noble and the humble have different fates?"
Xu Chongyun's pupils widened and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
"You just said that Jigong was hanging out with us, and it was us 'ants' who corrupted him."
Han Jin's voice was hoarse: "Didn't you teach us since we were little that the world of Dachen is turbid and corrupt, and that you trained us to cleanse this unjust world?!"
He questioned again and again, his voice rising, revealing extreme disappointment and anger: "Didn't you say that Jigong gave up his identity as the 'Son of the Minister' to prove that there is no distinction between noble and humble in this world?!"
"He broke military regulations and died at the hands of Ning Wujie. I hate Ning Wujie to the core!"
Han Jin's voice trembled: "But... tell me now, if the person who broke the military regulations was me, a lowly ant, would you still think Ning Wujie killed the wrong person?!"
Xu Chongyun was speechless. He could only tremble with his pupils, utter a heavy and rapid breath, and mutter vaguely: "Stupid... stupid..."
"You taught us since we were little that it was the royalists who corrupted the world, but since Jigong's death, what have you done that's any different from the royalists?!"
"Is your so-called anger at injustice just anger that you are not in power, anger that the privilege of immortality did not fall on your son?!"
Wen Xing stood aside and chuckled coldly, "These high-sounding words are naturally meant to coax you into working for him. Once your own interests are involved, these high-sounding principles will naturally be ignored."
Xu Chongyun stared at Wen Xing with a look so vicious that it almost pierced through him.
Wen Xing looked at him with disdain and raised his knife again: "Han Jin, are you still going to keep secrets for such a person?"
Han Jin sighed deeply, his eyes filled with exhaustion after extreme disappointment: "I won't betray my brothers."
Wen Xing's eyes suddenly darkened.
"But..." Han Jin changed the subject, his gaze sweeping coldly over Xu Chongyun, who was twitching on the ground. "My crime is naturally unforgivable, but before I surrender, I will tell them everything that happened today."
"Perhaps someone will continue to choose to fulfill his last wish, but I think..."
Han Jin glanced at Wen Xing and said meaningfully, "Your Majesty will certainly not give those who refuse to repent a chance."
Wen Xing's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.
Xu Chongyun heard the hidden meaning in these words and struggled violently, but his body was out of control and just kept twitching and making low hoarse sounds.
His eyes were bloodshot and black tears of blood kept pouring out of his seven orifices.
He used up all his remaining strength and squeezed out from between his teeth: "You...you...stupid..."
However, before he could finish his words, his eyes widened, his body completely stiffened in an extremely twisted posture, and he no longer moved.
After making sure that Xu Chongyun was completely dead, Wen Xing relaxed and looked up at the gray sky. Drops of rain fell on his face. His hair and clothes were completely wet. Waves of coldness came over him. His body trembled slightly, and then his eyes went black and he fell straight backwards.
I vaguely heard Xinghe's urgent voice in my ears: "Master!"
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Wen Xing had a very deep dream.
In his dream, he saw Ning Wujie kneeling on the cold ground, holding his lifeless body tightly in his arms.
Ning Wujie's shoulders trembled violently, his once glittering eyes now filled with endless silence. Scalding tears streamed from those unfocused eyes, dripping drop by drop onto his lifeless cheeks, leaving behind wet marks.
"Your Majesty...you promised me that you would not tear out my heart again..."
Wen Xing reached out to touch the other person's tear-stained face, but his hand simply passed through it. His lips trembled as he cried, "I was wrong... I know what it feels like to have my heart ripped out."
"...I'm sorry...it's all my fault..."
"...I regret it...Ning Wujie...I regret it..."
His voice was vague and intermittent.
Xinghe, who was standing by, asked anxiously, "Master, what did you say?"
Seeing that Xing Xing didn't respond, Xinghe turned to look at Zhai Yuanqing, "Master is delirious due to fever, what should we do?"
Zhai Yuanqing touched Wen Xing's forehead with a shaking hand and said in a trembling voice, "It's okay, the fever is gone, and he will wake up soon...soon."
He was shaking not because of Wen Xing's illness, but because the "substitute" he thought was actually His Majesty himself.
What was even more terrifying was that the Emperor, whom he had personally diagnosed as "dead", had come back to life and was lying right in front of him alive!
For the imperial physician, it was undoubtedly a devastating blow.
Zhai Yuanqing wiped the sweat from his forehead. For the first time in his life, he deeply doubted his medical skills.
Wen Xing's heavy eyelashes trembled, "...No disaster..."
His eyelids lifted slightly, revealing a hazy vision, and he vaguely saw the figure of a young man. Due to the blurred vision, he could not see his appearance clearly, but he saw that the man was shaking his shoulders, as if crying.
He comforted her distressedly: "...Don't cry...Don't cry..."
"Master! You're awake!" Xinghe wiped his face with his sleeve and moved closer. "It's me! Xinghe!"
Wen Xing took a deep breath weakly, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his vision gradually became clear.
Xinghe was sitting beside his couch, with Li Dequan and Zhai Yuanqing standing beside him.
Seeing Zhai Yuanqing in a trance, he suddenly came to his senses, used all his strength to prop himself up, grabbed the imperial physician's wrist, and said in a deep voice: "Where is Ning Wujie?!"
Zhai Yuanqing quickly comforted him: "It's okay, Your Majesty, don't worry, he's fine."
Wen Xing let out a long breath, and his long eyelashes slowly drooped. He fell back onto the bed weakly as if he had survived a disaster.
"Where is he hurt?"
"He suffered a head injury. The wound has been treated. He is not in danger of death. He is just unconscious due to blood loss."
Wen Xing raised his eyelids again, and glared at Zhai Yuanqing fiercely, "You call this okay?"
Zhai Yuanqing: ...
The imperial physician was helpless. With such a serious injury, wouldn't it be okay if he could just wake up after a good sleep?
Obviously, His Majesty's definition of "okay" is different from his.
Seeing this, Li Dequan quietly wiped the corners of his eyes and stepped forward to comfort him gently, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Imperial Physician Zhai is an excellent doctor. If he says there is no danger to his life, then he is truly fine, just sleeping soundly."
Wen Xing's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
"Where is he? Take me to see him." He said as he struggled to sit up.
Xinghe tried to press him, "Master, you just woke up, your body is still weak..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Xing glanced at him coldly. Xing He fell silent instantly, realizing that further persuasion was futile. He could only sniff and carefully supported Wen Xing's arm, whispering, "Master, please go slowly. Don't be impatient."
Wen Xing borrowed the power of Xinghe and moved to the outside with light steps.
As far as the eye could see, Ning Wujie was lying quietly on a wide couch. His long and thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids. His lips were grayish white, making his face look even more fragile. He was sleeping soundly.
Li Dequan said, "I am afraid that my master will miss you, so I have specially placed Lord Ning in the outer room so that you can see him as soon as you come out."
"When will he wake up?"
Zhai Yuanqing glanced at Wen Xing's grim expression and said frankly, "Although it's not a fatal injury, it's on the head after all. As for when he'll wake up, I dare not make a rash prediction. We need to wait and see."
Wen Xing's gaze fixed on Ning Wujie's pale face. After a moment, he took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Where's Suixing?"
Zhenxing said: "He is also injured and is lying down."
"Where are the other Shadow Guards? Are they all dead?"
Seeing that the gentleman was furious, Zhen Xing did not dare to offend him and hurried out to call for help.
A moment later, a shadow guard was brought in. He looked up and saw Wen Xing with a sick face but eyes full of anger. Before he could say anything, his anger had already dissipated halfway, and he knelt down obediently to answer.
"Tell me, what's going on?! How did you protect the master?!"
The shadow guard wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly repeated, "The master tracked down Xu Chongyun's spy the other day and discovered that Han Jin had given him a fake nameplate. The master realized that Xu Chongyun's target was you, so he hurried back and even sent a message to you using a Saker Falcon..."
"etc."
Wen Xing suddenly raised his hand to interrupt, "You found the fake nameplate, why didn't you intercept it?"
"Intercepted." The shadow guard took out the nameplate and handed it over. "The master intercepted it at the time, and the spy was also captured. But the spy said that even if he was gone, someone else would send you a threatening letter, saying that Xu Chongyun's target was you, and he wanted to restore your status and use the emperor to control the princes..."
Zhenxing took the nameplate and handed it to Wen Xing. Wen Xing took it and compared it with the one in his hand. They were exactly the same.
A chill ran up my spine.
He had already guessed that this was a forgery using Xu Jigong's nameplate.
And Xu Chongyun is Xu Jigong's biological father, so it's not surprising that he has Xu Jigong's nameplate in his hand. So the spy who went to find Han Jin was simply acting for Ning Wujie to lure him into the trap!
There are two identical nameplates, one to set up a trap for Ning Wujie, and the other to set up a trap for him!
The Saker Falcon must have been intercepted by Xu Chongyun using some unknown method.
His fingertips clenched, but his voice was unusually calm: "Xu Chongyun's spies are all deadly soldiers. How could they reveal his plan in its entirety? Doesn't your master suspect this is a scam?"
Upon hearing this, the shadow guard's voice suddenly choked: "Master...Master knows."
Wen Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he had already guessed the answer.
"The master said that even if it was a trap, he had to come back. He couldn't... gamble with your safety."
"He also said that if he didn't fall into this trap, then what was fake would become real."
Wen Xing closed her eyes and tears silently fell.
This is the dead end that Xu Chongyun mentioned.
If Ning Wujie didn't come back, Xu Chongyun would force him to write an imperial edict, ordering all the tribes under heaven to attack Ning Wujie. If Ning Wujie came back, he would use his life to force Ning Wujie to commit suicide.
No matter what the result is, Xu Chongyun is bound to win.
If he didn't have the system and couldn't predict the thunderstorm, he and Ning Wujie would probably be dead now.
Xu Chongyun set up such a dead end because he was sure that they would never dare to risk each other's lives.
His voice was hoarse and trembling imperceptibly. "So...what happened to his injury?"
The shadow guard wiped his eyes and said, "Xu Chongyun has buried mines on the road we must take to return to the capital. They will explode if our horses step on them!"
"Although the master discovered it in time and used rockets to detonate it, there were too many mines, and each explosion affected a large area. The master was injured by the debris, and many of us were also injured..."
"But Master..." The Shadow Guard couldn't help but burst into tears. "He insisted on not stopping to heal his wounds. He... forced himself to rush here..."
Wen Xing dug his nails deep into his palms, and the image of Ning Wujie injured in the explosion suddenly appeared before his eyes. His heart ached and he almost couldn't breathe.
Ning Wujie had been holding on. He fainted only after he saved him and saw that he was safe.
"Master..." A servant walked to the door and bowed. "Many court officials have gathered in Xuanzheng Hall. They say there are two emperors, something unprecedented. What should we do? Your Majesty, please give us your instructions."
"There are also court officials petitioning Your Majesty to give the people of the world an explanation for what happened previously and... to restore the throne and restore order."
Ning Wujie was unconscious, so Wen Xing had no time to deal with these court officials. He rubbed his forehead in frustration and said coldly, "Send Wang Jiang."
He really didn't want to deal with these matters in the court anymore, so he left it to Wang Jiang.
His eyes fell on the man on the couch again.
But there was still one thing he had to deal with for Ning Wujie.
Ning Wujie, you used to block all the troubles for me.
This time, let me clear all obstacles for you.
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