Chapter 17 Chapter 17 There’s nothing wrong with this fragrance.
Inside the Funing Palace.
There was always a ball of evil fire running around in Wen Xing's body, burning him so much that he felt weak all over. He opened his eyes with a splitting headache, but his vision was still blurry and he could only see a black figure. However, when he smelled the familiar breath of the snowy ridge, his tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.
"Ning Wujie, where am I?"
The other party whispered: "Return to the palace, Your Majesty, you are safe."
"That Wang Yian..."
"I killed him."
Wen Xing's tense heartstrings completely relaxed.
"What poison did I take? Where is Zhai Yuanqing?"
Ning Wujie paused, then evaded the main point, saying, "Imperial Doctor Zhai has been here. He gave you acupuncture and left you some medicine. Your Majesty, please take the medicine."
The medicine bowl was handed over.
Wen Xing's body was limp, and he weakly ordered, "Feed me."
Ning Wujie hesitated for a moment.
Wen Xing raised her eyelids and looked at him, "Why? Don't you want to?"
"But I have no strength at all, and I must be served by someone."
Ning Wujie lowered his eyes as if he was weighing something. After a moment, he seemed to have made some kind of decision. He finally sat down beside Wen Xing and helped the weak person up.
Wen Xing leaned back and leaned on the other person's shoulder.
The shoulder seemed to be stiff for a moment.
The bowl of medicine was handed to his lips. Wen Xing took a deep breath and drank the medicine in one gulp.
"...bitter." He frowned.
A candied fruit was very consciously raised to the lips.
When you take a bite of the candied fruit, a hint of sweetness spreads in your mouth, suppressing the bitterness.
Wen Xing's consciousness finally returned completely at this moment, and he realized that something seemed to be wrong.
This stubborn guy seems to be particularly obedient today.
He looked around and saw that the inner hall was empty except Ning Wujie.
"Where are the others?"
Ning Wujie said, "I'm leaving now." He paused, "You've been poisoned by... love."
Wen Xing reacted.
Ning Wujie was afraid that the drug would take effect and he would lose his composure in front of others, so he drove everyone away.
No wonder she was willing to serve him.
After all, this kid is the only one in the room, and he can’t rely on the servants.
"The only ones who know about this are me, Imperial Physician Zhai, and Eunuch Li."
Perhaps the medicine took effect, the evil fire that was running around in Wen Xing's body was suppressed, and the raging fire turned into a small flame, swirling around his lower abdomen.
He had regained much of his strength and was able to sit up on his own.
Ning Wujie saw him stand up and found a few soft pillows to support his lower back, letting him lie down. "Your Majesty, are you feeling better?"
Wen Xing sensed the flame in his body and frowned, asking dissatisfiedly, "Is Zhai Yuanqing's medical skills any good?"
Although it was much better than when he was first poisoned, he still felt a sense of being stuck and hanging, which made him feel uncomfortable.
He couldn't describe the feeling.
He could indeed force himself to ignore it by diverting his attention, but it wouldn't last long before it would pop up again and annoy him.
Ning Wujie explained, "Imperial Physician Zhai said that while this poison isn't difficult to cure, the remaining toxicity will be slow to dissipate."
"Your Majesty, please be patient. It will be fine in two days."
Wen Xing was shocked. Can he bear it for a while?
Is he a monk? Why should he endure it?
His original body is already 23 years old, and he has lived for 28 years in his previous life. Even if he is a single dog, he is not a little kid who knows nothing!
The first thing he learned when he came to this world was to never make things difficult for himself.
When Wen Xing thought of this, he suddenly looked at the young man in front of him with curiosity.
"So you always endure it like this?"
Being able to say the three words "be patient", Wen Xing highly doubted whether this kid had ever received correct sexual education.
Ning Wujie was stunned.
Wen Xing leaned back on his elbows and looked at Ning Wujie with interest.
"Go ahead."
As if he finally reacted, Wen Xing saw that the tip of Ning Wujie's ear turned from white to red, and finally dyed into a spot of pigeon blood hanging on the warm jade.
Ning Wujie's brows were tightly furrowed.
This tyrant is here again!
Seeing that he didn't answer, Wen Xing raised his eyebrows.
If I keep teasing him, will he run away again?
He hasn't had enough fun yet.
So he said compassionately, "Then let me change the question."
"How did your parents teach you?"
Ning Wujie's brows relaxed slightly, secretly relieved that the tyrant emperor had finally changed the subject. He said seriously, "My father taught me three things since I was young: one is to establish oneself with virtue, two is to establish one's words with literature, and three is to establish one's destiny with martial arts."
Wen Xing: ...
What's going on with all this glory? He's practically blinded by it, okay?
How could such a good kid become a rebel leader in the future?
How did he become that cold-faced tyrant in history?
Is it scientific?!
But he finally understood why this kid was so thin-skinned.
In fact, he had heard a long time ago that Lord Ning's family had a strict tradition.
But this is too rigorous!
Wen Xing rubbed his twitching eyebrows and continued patiently, "Didn't you teach me anything else?"
Ning Wujie was puzzled: "Anything else?"
"For example..." Wen Xing said as he moved closer and looked up at the person in front of him.
"For example, if you were in my situation today, what would you do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he vaguely realized that Ning Wujie, who was already standing straight, was now even more tense.
The pigeon blood began to spread downwards, turning red into the collar of the white inner garment.
Wow, is the effect so good?
Ning Wujie closed his eyes, his voice still cold: "I will naturally find the imperial physician."
But the determined expression and sharp eyes were completely inconsistent with the red ears.
Wen Xing was shocked by the contrast in this person.
Why can some people blush and look serious at the same time?
He curled his lips slightly and said, "I have another way. I'll teach you."
Ning Wujie's pupils shrank for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to learn."
Shameless and tyrant!
He lost his composure after just three sentences.
As if afraid that the tyrant emperor would say something irritating again, Ning Wujie didn't give him a chance and said coldly, "Since Your Majesty is fine, I still have a case to handle, so I will take my leave first."
After saying this, he turned around and walked out the door.
The emperor lazily said from behind: "Tell Li Dequan that no one is allowed to come in."
Ning Wujie paused slightly, then turned around and closed the bedroom door.
However, just as he walked to the outer room and had not yet pushed the door open to go out, he stopped.
What should I do? Imperial Physician Zhai had just warned him that His Majesty had just received an acupuncture injection and needed to be attended to.
But the tyrant emperor refused to let anyone into the room.
He thought for a while, finally closed his eyes, and sat down upright on the armchair in the outer room, suppressing his temper.
Forget it, let’s wait a little longer.
The room was filled with silence.
Ning Wujie was sitting upright with his eyes closed, resting. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard an extremely ambiguous gasp coming from the inner room.
The sound was extremely soft. If it weren't for his good hearing and the quietness of the room, an ordinary person would definitely not be able to hear it from across the room.
As if realizing what the tyrant emperor was doing, Ning Wujie's expression froze.
He didn't notice that the redness on his ears, which had just faded away, had returned and was even starting to get hot.
There were intermittent gasps.
The more you try to ignore it, the clearer the voice becomes.
Ning Wujie could no longer sit still, and stood up suddenly, his whole body red from head to toe like a branding iron.
His heart was beating uncontrollably, almost jumping out of his throat.
His fists were clenched tightly, revealing the white knuckles.
This tyrant... in...
He was filled with shame and anger, and his mind was torn between conscience and desire.
After a long time, a pleasant change of tone was heard, and the sound stopped abruptly.
Ning Wujie's pupils shrank sharply, and he finally rushed out of the door like an arrow.
Outside the door, Xinghe saw him appear and hurried forward and asked, "How is the master? Can I come in?"
Li Dequan also hurried over, "How is your Majesty?"
Ning Wujie pursed his lips and said, "His Majesty said no one is allowed to enter."
Then the figure disappeared.
Xinghe let out a disappointed "Ah," "Can't we go in yet?"
"Master~~"
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Supervisory Office.
Ning Wujie appeared suddenly, rushing like the wind through the inspectors who bowed to him and went straight into the commander's residence.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw the kettle of cold tea on the table and drank it in one gulp.
Even after drinking the cold water, it still couldn't suppress the evil fire that had been running rampant in his body since a while ago.
The fire spread like wildfire, and in the blink of an eye it had ignited all the blood in his body, burning his heart and making his throat dry.
Realizing that something was wrong with him, he lowered his eyes to look down. He didn't know what he saw, but suddenly his pupils trembled and he stood there in a daze, as if struck by lightning.
What's going on?
He is not the kind of animal who can get excited at any time regardless of the occasion.
Could it be that I was poisoned too?
Calm down. Ning Wujie closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and warned himself.
Recalling it, he should have smelled the intoxicating scent when he pushed the door open and entered the waterside pavilion.
Although short.
But he must have been poisoned too.
As if he had found the only reasonable explanation, he finally let out a long breath and suppressed his heaving chest.
He supported himself on the edge of the table with both hands and said solemnly to the guards outside the door, "Call the palace doctor."
The person outside the door should claim yes.
A moment later, the court doctor rushed over.
Ning Wujie sat at the table and handed his wrist to the court doctor without saying a word, "I'm poisoned, please help me take a look."
The court physician was horrified upon hearing this and dared not neglect the matter. He quickly put down his medicine box and took Ning Wujie's pulse, asking, "Did you get poisoned while investigating the case? Do you know what the poison was? How did you get poisoned?"
Seeing that he seemed hesitant and reluctant to speak, the court doctor said, "Only by understanding the details can we detoxify. Sir, you must not be afraid to seek medical treatment."
Ning Wujie finally closed his eyes deeply as if he had burned his boats when he heard this, and said helplessly and shamefully, "The love poison was put in the spices."
The court doctor suddenly realized and thought to himself that handling cases for the Supervisory Office was indeed a high-risk job.
Such a despicable method...
......etc.
The court physician taking Ning Wujie's pulse looked puzzled. He then raised his eyes to look at him and asked cautiously, "Sir, are you sure he's been poisoned?"
But Ning Wujie said firmly: "Of course."
The court doctor was puzzled and thought to himself, could it be that he was not skilled enough?
The pulse is clearly very good.
It is not only good, it is too good, majestic and powerful, with strong yang energy.
A young man full of vigor and vitality.
It's so good that even an old man like him is envious.
The court physician released Ning Wujie's wrist and shook his head, saying, "I haven't found any signs of poisoning, sir."
Ning Wujie: ...
He looked at the court doctor suspiciously.
"Are you sure?"
The court physician nodded seriously. "Although there are many different kinds of love poisons in this world, I have seen a lot. Your pulse is very good, it doesn't look like poisoning."
Ning Wujie still didn't give up, and said, "Maybe it's because I inhaled it for too short a time, the toxicity is weak, so you can't detect it?"
The court physician raised an eyebrow, thinking that this was a possibility. He then said, "The poisoning with spices requires a sealed, long-lasting atmosphere to be effective. May I ask how long you have been in that room? Were the doors and windows tightly closed?"
Ning Wujie was slightly stunned.
He recalled for a moment, then said in a daze, "It was only the moment I pushed the door open, only a few breaths."
He killed the man after asking only one question.
The court doctor smiled and shook his head, "Your Excellency is worrying too much. It is absolutely impossible for him to be poisoned."
As he spoke, he picked up his medicine chest and took his leave. "If you are still worried, you can go to the palace to see the imperial physician for another look. But in my humble opinion, there is absolutely no poison in the world so powerful. I will take my leave now."
The court doctor left, leaving Ning Wujie sitting there in a daze.
What would it be like if I didn’t get that Zui Gu Xiao?
Could it be...
He didn't know what he was thinking of, but he suddenly stood up and walked out of the official residence, heading towards the other courtyard of the government office.
When we arrived at the door of a house, we saw a plaque hanging on the door - Inspection Office.
The official inside was wearing a Western-style glass mirror on his nose. He was sitting in front of a desk, holding tweezers in one hand, and was busy with something.
Ning Wujie walked behind the man, but that person didn't react at all.
Until Ning Wujie spoke: "Xia Qi."
The official was startled, and when he suddenly turned around and saw that it was Ning Wujie, he breathed a sigh of relief, put down his tools, and said in a half-reproachful tone: "Sir, you scared me to death."
Ning Wujie looked around the simple room, which was cluttered with various evidence and investigative tools, and said straight to the point, "Did you get any results from the incense I asked you to test last time?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Qi seemed to have just remembered something. He quickly stood up and walked to a treasure chest that was taller than him, and started searching through it with a clanging sound.
Ning Wujie frowned and waited for a long time before seeing Xia Qi approaching with an exquisite little box in his hand. He kept muttering as he walked, "These spices are precious. I went to the Imperial Household Department and begged for this little bit. After all, it's for His Majesty's use, so there's a fixed amount. Fortunately, our Supervisory Department is now in charge of the Imperial Treasury, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get this little bit."
As he spoke, he held up his glasses which were about to slip off.
"My Lord, what are you doing here?"
Ning Wujie was getting a little impatient waiting, "Just tell me the result."
Xia Qi said "Oh" and said blankly: "No problem."
Ning Wujie:?
He suddenly snatched the incense box from Xia Qi's hand, and as soon as he opened it, he smelled the familiar scent.
Because it was in solid form, the fragrance was much richer than the one he smelled from the tyrant.
That's right.
It's the ambergris.
He asked Xia Qi again in disbelief: "What did you say? Say it again."
Xia Qi blinked, "I've tested this incense several times, and there's no problem."
"That is, the ingredients and proportions are quite particular, but that's for His Majesty's use." He asked with some confusion, "What case are you investigating that requires testing this spice?"
However, he did not hear the answer, but only saw Ning Wujie standing there in a daze with a look of confusion on his face.
Xia Qi was puzzled. After a long while, he finally heard Ning Wujie's deep voice: "Nothing."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man walked out of the house.
Ning Wujie walked out of the courtyard and heard Xia Qi's loud voice behind him: "Sir, these spices..."
"You keep it."
Ning Wujie walked back to the official residence with heavy steps. He was finally forced to accept the reality, closed his eyes deeply, and punched the door frame.
"Bang--"
The pillar cracked into several pieces, the fist bones broke through the flesh, and traces of blood oozed out.
He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Damn it!"
The author has something to say:
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Since there is nothing wrong with the spices, then who has the problem?
hehe.
5j:......
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Also, push the pre-collection
Pre-collection 1: "Can I see your brain?"
--The cute daily life of two little crazy people, a little silly--
--A bit of a crazy and stupid bottom X, but actually quite a crazy little sun top--
Copywriter:
Everyone says that the newly appointed Chief Justice Shi Wuxie is a lunatic.
Not only does he kill people without blinking an eye, he also likes to play with the dead.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew that the Ministry of Justice's office was filled with terrifying empty skeletons.
There are wronged ghosts seeking revenge every night.
What’s even more terrifying is that Shi Wuxie forcibly took the young master of the Chu family as his wife and forced her to death that very night.
And this Chief Justice even wanted to perform an autopsy on someone's body with his own hands. He is totally heartless!
Late at night, Shi Wuxie's scalpel tip was against the skull of the recently deceased young master of the Chu family, but the dead man suddenly opened his eyes.
Thinking he was hallucinating another corpse, Shi Wuxie remained expressionless: "Lie down. I'll avenge you after I've finished examining the body."
Chu Yunxi, the anatomy student who had just traveled through time, said: "...I'm probably not dead yet. I can probably be resuscitated."
later.
The neighbors of the Ministry of Justice Yamen were horrified to find that there was more than one madman here!
Shi Wuxie solved the case and dug out a pile of rotten meat.
Chu Yunxi: So handsome, I want to date him.
Shi Wuxie ate beside the corpse while holding his face.
Chu Yunxi: Cute, I want to say it.
Shi Wuxie placed the human skeleton on the bed for study.
Chu Yunxi: That’s great, I want to...
"Baby, you already have a husband, you can't put anyone else in your bed."
Every day when Chu Yunxi opened her eyes, she would see Shi Wuxie, scalpel in hand, eager to try: "Why can you come back from the dead? Can I see your brain?"
Chu Yunxi calmly got up and pushed away Shi Wuxie's knife: "Not today, my husband is not dead yet."
Later, Chu Yunxi was really about to die.
"Baby, my husband is dying. You can cut out his brain now."
He fell down, then looked up again after a moment, "Wait until my husband is completely dead before you cut it."
He fell down, then looked up again, worried. "You must wait until your husband is completely dead before you cut it."
Chu Yunxi never opened her eyes again.
But Shi Wuxie didn't want to cut it anymore.
The neighbors all said that the Chief Justice was even crazier than before. He would hold Fu's bones in his arms as he fell asleep every day, and he would sleep for three years at a time.
It's like the King of Hell is alive!
Later.
I heard that the emperor who forced Shi Wuxie's wife to death has passed away.
When the new emperor ascended the throne, he first went to the Criminal Court.
The emperor, dressed in a dark black robe and looking very noble, got off the sedan chair.
Suddenly, the solemn and murderous aura disappeared, and a warm smile appeared on her face. She said to the stunned Shi Wuxie, "Baby, do you miss your husband?"
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Pre-collection 2: "Becoming the Ghost Behind the Tyrant"
--I curse my own Narcissus--venomous tongue, funny guy, bottom, tyrant top--
Xiao Heng emerged in troubled times, unified the country, expanded territory, and established the Great Yan Dynasty.
However, he was also cruel and tyrannical, and died in his own lifetime. He was a true tyrant.
It provides historical marketing accounts with endless negative information.
Xiao Heng's number one anti-fan Ying Xuan has been having the same strange dream recently.
I dreamed that I became the ghost behind the founding emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Ying Xuan originally thought that he would dream about something at night, but he saw that the tyrant in his dream had a face exactly like his own.
Ying Xuan fell silent: ...
It is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
Ying Xuan felt that this might be the retribution for scolding Xiao Heng every day in the live broadcast room.
But this did not prevent him from continuing to speak poisonously in the tyrant's mind—
Xiao Heng ordered the execution of the generals who had fled from the battle. Ying Xuan exclaimed, "Oh, wow!" "You're so stubborn and self-righteous, as expected of you."
Hearing the inner voice, Xiao Heng paused his pen.
Xiao Heng tore up the enemy's letter of surrender, and Ying Xuan sighed twice: "You are a war-mongering country that disregards the people's livelihood. Your country is doomed."
Xiao Heng's fingers, which were about to tear the letter, stopped in mid-air.
The occasional venomous complaints in his mind made Xiao Heng's forehead twitch.
That's not all, the spirit behind him even sometimes takes over the tyrant's body and does whatever he wants.
In the court, Ying Xuan, who had taken over Xiao Heng's body, reached out to the Minister of Revenue and said with a smile, "I, Xiao Heng, want to send you money."
The guilty Minister of Revenue was covered in cold sweat and fell to his knees with a thud: "I will die!"
Then he tremblingly handed over the 20 million silver coins he had embezzled.
Xiao Heng: ...
"Drag him out and chop him up."
All the civil and military officials in the court were trembling with fear, simply because their already tyrannical emperor had become even more moody recently. He would smile one moment and be ruthless the next, and no one knew how he got the evidence of the officials' crimes.
The whole imperial city was in chaos.
Finally one day, Xiao Heng could no longer endure it and said coldly to the spirit behind him in his mind: "Get out."
Relying on the fact that he was a spirit, Ying Xuan was having a lot of fun: "If you have the guts, bite me..."
Before he had finished his words, he fell into the tyrant's arms, still wrapped in the blanket he had been wearing in his dreams.
Ying Xuan was confused: Fuck?
The tyrant, whose face was filled with anger due to his irritability, looked at the face of the person in his arms that looked exactly like his own, and his eyebrows suddenly raised: "Hmm?"
interesting.
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