Chapter 83 Your Majesty, the person behind you has been caught...
"Ning Wujie... Ugh!"
“Let me go…!”
Wen Xing's lips were covered tightly, and only a few broken breaths escaped from between his fingers.
He could no longer bear it, so he clenched his fist and hit the person on top of him, but the other person grabbed his wrist and pinned him to his side, making him unable to move at all.
Physiological tears filled my eyes and soaked my temples.
The edge of the bed was covered with piles of soft pillows, and his head kept hitting the pillows, leaving deep dents in them.
"Let go?" Ning Wujie suddenly stood up and let out a very low gasp, "How dare I let go?"
"I only gave Your Majesty an opening, but Your Majesty couldn't wait to escape."
His eyes fell on the golden chain on the ground. Shi Ran leaned over to pick it up and buckled it around Wen Xing's slender ankle again. His voice was hoarse and dangerous, "It's better to lock it up."
The touch of the cold metal made Wen Xing tremble slightly. His pupils suddenly dilated, and he struggled violently. "How dare you lock me up? Ning Wujie, are you crazy?"
However, the opponent caught his kicking feet.
Ning Wujie's gaze was fixed on that white ankle. The collision of the cold white skin and the bright golden color added a bit of thrilling sexiness.
The scarlet eyes were deep, and when they fell on Wen Xing's face again, there was a hint of uncontrolled madness in them.
"I'm crazy."
Ning Wujie's voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing a monstrous anger. "You drove me crazy."
“Hmm—”
The tip of her tongue forcefully pried open his teeth and penetrated directly. Wen Xing tried to grit his teeth, but a force clamped her jaw, forcing her teeth open.
“Bang, bang—!”
He was forced to endure this almost predatory kiss, his heart beating wildly.
He was so weak that he had no power to resist. He raised his fragile neck, took a deep breath, and a layer of mist covered his gem-like eyes.
"Let me go..." His body was already exhausted, and physiological tears slid down his cheeks uncontrollably.
"Okay...I'm sorry, okay?"
"...I framed you for regicide...and you bear...the infamy..."
"And... he left the throne to you... and just walked away..."
"...But you should know when to stop, don't go too far... Ugh..."
The man stopped moving, his dark eyes fixed on him for a moment, his voice low and hoarse, cold: "Your Majesty, do you still think I blame you for this?"
Meeting the deep disappointment in Ning Wujie's eyes, Wen Xing's heart skipped a beat. He opened his mouth but didn't dare to make a sound.
Isn’t it?
Shouldn't it?
The man's expression darkened. He suddenly leaned forward again, his breath hot and dangerous. "It seems Your Majesty still hasn't learned his lesson."
Wen Xing's pupils shrank sharply and he struggled violently, but instead the chains made a series of charming crackling sounds that made people blush and their hearts beat faster.
The crisp sound of chains broke the water, and the sound shattered into the depths of the thick night.
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Wen Xing's body was too tired and he was in a deep sleep, not even able to tell the difference between day and night.
In a trance, he felt a warm embrace around him, whispering something in a low voice.
"How could you have slept for so long? But you're still not well?"
A strange voice replied respectfully, "Sir, your constitution is weak, and you have just recovered from a serious illness. You are so deep in sleep that your vitality has not yet recovered. I will prescribe a dose of Qi-boosting tonic, which will surely boost your spirits. However, since you are asleep..."
"It's okay, I'll find a way, go and make the medicine..."
Wen Xing's consciousness was floating in and out. After an unknown amount of time, a steady hand gently lifted the back of his neck, and then soft lips covered it.
The man gently pried open his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and the warm medicine slowly flowed into his mouth through the gap between his teeth, and the bitter taste instantly spread.
Wen Xing frowned and whimpered unconsciously.
The familiar voice whispered, "Be obedient and swallow it."
The fingertips lightly brushed across his throat, and he swallowed involuntarily. The remaining medicine slipped from the corner of his lips, and the brown liquid rolled over his snow-white skin, and was gently wiped away by the fingertips.
"Well... Ning Wujie..." He said vaguely: "bitter..."
He heard a very soft sigh.
Her fingertips brushed across his lips, bringing a hint of sweetness that quietly melted away the bitterness.
The man put him back on the couch.
He turned over unconsciously and uttered a sigh, "Ning Wujie..."
"Um."
"You bastard..."
"...No...lock me up..."
"Then Your Majesty, can you please not run away?"
"Hmm..."
His voice suddenly turned colder, "Still want to run?"
Wen Xing mumbled, "Running away... so tiring..."
The man laughed softly.
"But the more you lock me up... the more... I want to run away."
The voice fell silent.
Then he vaguely heard a slight "click" from the lock cylinder, followed by the sound of a heavy chain falling to the ground.
"I won't lock you up anymore."
Her fingertips brushed across his forehead, leaving a warm touch, followed by a long sigh.
He was groggy and tired, but after mumbling a few words he fell asleep again.
Ning Wujie looked at him with gloomy eyes for a while, and Wen Xing's words kept echoing in his mind: The more you lock me up, the more I want to run away.
The knuckles resting on his knees tightened inch by inch.
He finally looked up and sighed.
Your Majesty...what do you want me to do with you?
At this time, a shadow guard came and said, "Master, the man has been captured."
Ning Wujie's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned around to look at the person on the bed.
Your Majesty, the person behind you has been caught.
I want to see who has the extraordinary ability to help His Majesty fake his death and hide the truth from the world.
I won't lock you up anymore, but the person behind you, I will definitely...
He endured and endured, and finally suppressed the urge to cut the man into pieces. He carefully covered Wen Xing with a thin blanket, and then got up and left.
As he strode towards the meeting room, he said, "Bring it up!"
He lifted his coat and sat down in the main seat, with a murderous look in his eyes.
He looked up and saw two shadow guards tying up a woman. When he saw the woman's face clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, "It's you!"
The woman had originally looked calm, but when she looked up and saw the person in the high seat, her eyes suddenly widened and she blurted out, "Fuck!"
*
Wen Xing was tortured badly that day, and since then he has been lying in his room in a daze to recuperate.
Ever since Ning Wujie exposed his true identity, he had been feeling hopeless and self-destructive. Even without the shadow guards stopping him, he was too lazy to go out.
There's no way to escape.
Ning Wujie came to visit him several times, but he was always turned away out of spite.
He really didn't want to see the person who caused him to fail. It gave him a headache just seeing him.
Fortunately, Ning Wujie did not make things difficult for him. He did not force his way in, and he did not lock him up either.
It's really strange.
That day he slept until noon again.
He could faintly hear sobbing in his sleep. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids and dimly saw a young man sitting beside his bed.
In a trance, Wen Xing seemed to see again the young man hugging him and crying.
He frowned and called out in a hoarse voice, "Ning Wujie?"
"Master!" Xinghe rubbed his red nose. Hearing his hoarse voice, he quickly handed him a cup of warm water.
The warm water moistened his throat and cleared his vision. Wen Xing blinked and finally saw the other person clearly.
Galaxy?
Seeing that the boy's face was already covered with tears, he was puzzled, "Why are you crying?"
Xinghe wiped his eyes and burst into tears: "It's Xinghe's fault. Xinghe was exposed and implicated the master!"
Wen Xing: ...
He sighed, "None of your business."
He seriously suspected that Ning Wujie had actually discovered it a long time ago, but was just deliberately not exposing him.
He vaguely recalled what Ning Wujie said that day, as if he was worried that he would run away if he was exposed.
Although he would have run anyway.
but......
He secretly clenched his fists. If Ning Wujie hadn't been playing along with him, he wouldn't have naively thought that he hadn't been exposed!
This brat!
Xinghe sobbed and stopped crying, "Really? It's not because of me?"
Wen Xing was helpless, "No."
Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and finally stopped crying.
"I have tried to see the master many times in the past few days, but the shadow guards who watched over me refused to let me in. But today they suddenly let me in."
Wen Xing was puzzled, "Why?"
There had been no news from Xinghe in the past few days, and he had always thought that the child had run away that night, but he didn't expect that he was also detained.
"I heard from the servants that the master has refused to see anyone these days. They are afraid that you might be upset, so they asked me to come and see you."
Wen Xing: ...
"How can I be so fragile?"
I'm simply too tired and need to catch up on some sleep.
He struggled to get up, and Xinghe hurried forward to help him up.
Wen Xing's plain white undershirt hung loosely on his shoulders, the collar opening slightly as he moved. As Xinghe supported him, her gaze inevitably wandered inside the spacious collar.
There were only a few bright red marks on the snow-white skin, just like fallen plum blossoms reflected in the snow, shocking and dazzling.
The boy's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hand holding him couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Master..." Xinghe's lips twitched, and tears as big as beans began to fall again, "That beast Ning Wujie! Did he torture the master?"
Wen Xing: ...
Without waiting for his answer, Xinghe rushed out, "I'm going to kill him!"
Wen Xing grabbed Xinghe's wrist, his brow twitching, "No need!"
"Master!" Xinghe wiped his tears with the edge of his sleeve. "It's already this time, and you still stop me? Why do you care whether he lives or dies? He is just a beast in human skin!"
Their master is so pitiful. Xinghe thought distressedly, why did that damn Ning Wujie have to pester his master for no reason?!
Wen Xing sighed and leaned back on the soft pillow, taking a cup of tea to clear his mouth. "He didn't use torture, but you are not allowed to go anyway."
Although Ning Wujie's way of doing it was so reckless, Wen Xing felt that it was almost like torture. Maybe it was comfortable at the beginning, but in the end it was just torture.
Xinghe sniffed unwillingly, "It's all my fault. My weapons have been disarmed, and they've tightened their guard. Even I can't escape, let alone take the master with me."
"I also implicated Fu Wenxin. She was also arrested."
"cough--!"
Wen Xing choked on his tea and looked at Xinghe in shock, "Fu Wenxin was arrested?!"
Xinghe looked at him with tearful eyes and said, "Ah," "Yeah, I heard he was locked up."
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Wen Xing struggled to get up, but just as he stood up, he took a breath, put his hand on his lower back, and secretly cursed Ning Wujie as a beast eight hundred times.
However, when he learned that Fu Wenxin had been arrested, he quickly figured out the whole story.
Ning Wujie never does anything without a purpose.
I used the glass bead to threaten him before in order to force him to contact Fu Wenxin.
That person knew him too well and knew that he would not be willing to be controlled, so he would definitely let Xinghe contact Fu Wenxin.
And Xinghe was probably being followed for a long time.
Everything is a trap.
He had already fallen step by step into the net woven by Ning Wujie, but that person was still pretending to be nice to him, calling him "Sir" all the time, but in fact he had seen through him a long time ago!
The reason why he chose to reveal it at this time is simply because all the people who should be arrested have been arrested, so there is no need to play along with him anymore!
hateful!
Wen Xing closed his eyes deeply. How could he possibly win in a battle of wits and courage with such a person?
Xinghe hurried forward to help him, "Master, where are you going?"
"Change my clothes for me." Wen Xingchen said, "I have to go save her."
This is a matter between him and Ning Wujie, and he cannot implicate others.
Seeing him like this, Xinghe tried to persuade him, but he knew that once Wen Xing made a decision, ten oxen could not pull him back, so he didn't say anything else. He could only help him change his clothes and supported him out the door.
The shadow guard outside the door stopped them, "Sir, where are you going?"
When Zhen Xing saw Wen Xing's appearance, he was stunned at first, and then he was horrified.
Although these shadow guards had known for a long time that this was the late emperor because of Xinghe, they were still shocked when they saw Wen Xing's appearance with their own eyes.
The late emperor is not dead!
However, the master did not allow them to change their words and also instructed them not to reveal Wen Xing's identity, so they still called Wen Xing "Sir" in public.
"Zhenxing?" Wen Xing glanced at the shadow guard. "Are you okay?"
Zhen Xing came back to his senses from the shock and shook his head, "It's okay. I was poisoned last time. I got treated in time and I'm well now."
He said with some shame, "The King of Xiang kidnapped you, sir. It's my fault for not protecting you well."
Wen Xing shook his head, "It's none of your business."
"I have something to ask your Majesty, please let me out."
Zhen Xing seemed a little embarrassed, "But the master said that the master is still seriously ill, or..."
Wen Xing endured it, "Zhen Xing, if I force myself to leave, what will you do?"
Zhenxing was silent.
When Wen Xing took a step forward, Zhen Xing took a step back. The shadow guard's hand was on the hilt of the sword, and he never dared to pull the sword out of the sheath.
Seeing Zhenxing's reaction, Wen Xing became emboldened and gave Xinghe a look. Xinghe pushed the shadow guard and said, "Get out of the way!" Then he helped Wen Xing out of the door.
Zhen Xing was startled, then immediately caught up, "Sir!"
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