Chapter 73 You put me under house arrest?!
Since that day, Wen Xing has been avoiding Ning Wujie and avoiding him for various reasons.
Early that morning, the court doctor came and said that the injury had healed, so he changed Ning Wujie's medicine for the last time.
Ning Wujie was tying his belt when a servant came up and bowed, saying, "Young Master, the master has been away traveling for the past few days. He also left a message saying that you can leave on your own after you recover from your injuries. There's no need to say goodbye to him in person."
Ning Wujie was fastening his wristband. When he heard the word "goodbye", the corners of his lips raised in a sarcastic arc and he sneered.
The attendant handed over an account book with both hands, lowering his brows and saying, "This is from the master of the house. He said it's for your accommodation and medical expenses. Please settle the bill before you leave..."
Ning Wujie paused in buttoning his clothes, and his sharp eyes suddenly swept towards the attendant, almost suspecting that he had heard it wrong.
The servant was frightened by the coldness in his eyes and shuddered, almost dropping the account book he was holding.
Ning Wujie stared at the servant, and endured it again and again. Finally, he did not make things difficult for a servant. He snatched the account book, unfolded it and glanced at it, then closed his eyes, and the veins on his forehead twitched slightly.
"30,000 taels per day?"
Ning Wujie was almost laughing out of anger.
This foolish monarch...did he think he was a sucker like King Xiang?
The attendant lowered his head even more, his voice trembling slightly, "The master said that the rules of the Soseki Residence have always been different for each person. Even a handful of millet can be used to establish a relationship with a poor family. But you are a noble from the royal family, and you also said that there is no one more noble than you in the world. This price... is naturally unusual..."
Before he finished speaking, the servant felt a gust of cold wind blowing past him. When he raised his eyes again, the figure in front of him had disappeared without a trace.
The attendant was stunned for a moment, then he realized what was happening and hurried after him, "Sir!"
Ning Wujie was seen striding straight towards the master's courtyard, his figure carrying a cold and fierce aura.
The attendant said anxiously: "Sir, the master of the family has really gone on a journey!"
Ning Wujie sneered in his heart.
Wandering?
How could a person who is so delicate that he needs to be carried after walking a few steps and complains about back pain after sitting in a carriage for a while go on a journey?
Besides running away from him, what else could that person be so determined about?!
What thirty thousand taels a day? It's just a different way of driving him away!
Just because of his last attempt, this guy wants to run away again!
I won't give you a chance.
Ning Wujie, wrapped in a cold aura, rushed straight into the master's courtyard. The guards outside the door were about to stop him: "Sir, the master is not here, please..."
However, before he could finish his words, Ning Wujie raised his hand and several black shadows silently emerged from the darkness, knocking out all the guards outside the yard in an instant.
The servant who was chasing behind screamed and was about to call for help when he saw two men in black suddenly appear in front of him, blocking his way.
The blade shone coldly three inches out of the sheath, making a crisp buzzing sound.
"Don't shout." The man in black warned.
The servant was so shocked that his eyes widened and he quickly covered his mouth. He could only watch Ning Wujie walk into the quiet master's courtyard.
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In the bedroom, the faint scent of cold pine silently permeates the air in the sunlight.
It was almost noon, but the sunlight was mostly filtered out by the heavy hanging gauze curtains, and the tent was still dim and hazy.
Wen Xing's sleep was not peaceful. In his dreams, a blurry face kept appearing, with only a pair of crimson eyes clearly visible. Tears kept rolling down from them, and each drop fell on his cheek, bringing a warm and real touch.
Then waves of fine and sharp pain began to surge in his heart, gradually making it difficult for him to breathe, and he was woken up by the pain.
He hurriedly reached under his pillow, fumbled out a metal medicine box, took out a pill and put it into his mouth.
When the heartache gradually dissipated, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes.
The tent was dim. He stretched out a hand and waved it, his voice hoarse from just waking up: "Change clothes."
For a long time, there was no movement outside.
Wen Xing sat up puzzled and was about to lift the veil when he suddenly saw a figure sitting outside the tent.
Although the gauze curtain was thick, he could still see the man's tall and cold outline through the sunlight shining through from outside the tent.
The man was sitting with his legs crossed and his chin supported by his hand. Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, Wen Xing could almost feel the other person's cold gaze as if it was tangible, penetrating through the layers of gauze.
Wen Xing's heart tightened, and a strong premonition told him that if he lifted the veil, he would be finished.
He had done such an outrageous thing, how could he be exposed in front of Ning Wujie?
Wouldn't you die without even knowing how you died then?
He pretended to be calm and confused, "Where is the person?!" In the dim light, he frantically searched for the disguise mask in the cabinet beside the bed.
The person sitting outside spoke in a low voice, "Who are you looking for, sir?"
Although the tone is no longer clear, it is still quite penetrating.
Wen Xing paused for a moment, and when he recognized the owner of the voice, he took a deep breath in understanding.
The last time Ning Wujie didn't break in, he thought that the other party was still the upright gentleman he used to be and would never do such a rude thing as breaking into someone else's bedroom.
Now it seems that he was naive!
How come this guy has become a completely different person in just one year?
He suppressed his pounding heart and told himself not to panic.
He calmly and confidently adjusted his clothes in the dim light while pretending to be calm and said, "Of course, he is looking for my attendant. Even if Your Majesty came in person, entering my bedroom without permission would be against etiquette, wouldn't it?"
He heard a chilling laugh from someone outside.
A chill ran up his spine.
"Didn't the master go on a journey?"
I was surprised to hear this. Generally, when a host tells his guests that he is traveling, isn't that just a euphemism for "not wanting to meet"?
He was basically telling the other person: I saved you just out of kindness, and now that your injuries have healed, you'd better leave.
Any normal person should know that in this situation, they should maintain "social distance" and then leave!
But this kid is not a normal person, he is a paranoid who keeps staring at him. He should have expected this.
After the last test, Ning Wujie didn't set a trap for him again, and they lived in peace for half a month.
Wen Xing felt that there were only two explanations for this.
First, he had passed the test and concealed the truth. Second, he was exposed.
But Wen Xing firmly believed that it was the first one.
Because according to Ning Wujie's personality, if he was exposed, the other party would never let him go.
So after a rational analysis, Wen Xing thought that this kid was probably angry because of his order to expel him.
He had no choice but to make up a lie: "I haven't left yet."
He heard a soft groan.
"Sir, I'm reminded of an old friend of mine who was just like you, always talking nonsense."
Wen Xing: ...
What do you mean by always?!
Even though he had his back to the person, Wen Xing could clearly sense that the person had stood up and was approaching slowly.
Wen Xing gasped, his fingertips trembled, and the mask almost fell out of his hand.
He said hurriedly, "I haven't changed my clothes yet. To avoid being disrespectful in front of Your Majesty, please go out and wait."
Ning Wujie's slender knuckles had already touched the curtain, and he suddenly stopped in mid-air when he heard this.
His face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
"I told you, don't call me Your Majesty!" He almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.
His fingertips suddenly clenched the curtain, rubbing the gauze into wrinkles and deformation, and the force was almost enough to pull the entire curtain off.
Wen Xing calmly put on his mask, turned around, and looked at the figure outside the tent through the heavy veil. He changed the subject and said, "Second Young Master Ning, can't you wait until I change my clothes before you tell me what's going on?"
His mind raced, and he tentatively spoke, "If you're angry about the account, we can discuss everything."
Ning Wujie keenly sensed the subtle tension beneath Wen Xing's flat voice. His heart felt like it was stabbed, and his fingertips that were clutching the gauze curtain slowly loosened.
He lowered his head deeply, and used all his willpower to suppress the violent impulse to tear open the veil and expose the person in broad daylight.
He could almost imagine what the other person's expression would be at that time.
It must be filled with horror.
Noticing that the person outside the tent had loosened the curtain, the oppressive feeling was much lessened, and Wen Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The bet was right!
He rubbed his forehead, regretting why he had to blackmail the king of a country?
Just to solidify his image as a greedy and charlatan and drive people away?
Now that's good, playing with fire will only get you burned.
Now he is no longer the emperor, but just an ordinary citizen. The other party can crush him to death with just a flick of his finger.
Ning Wujie walked out and said, "I'll be waiting for you outside, sir."
The servants were called into the bedroom to help Wen Xing wash and change his clothes.
About an incense stick later, Wen Xing walked out.
He was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe that was loose on his body, making his figure look even thinner.
Ning Wujie was sitting at the head of the table, and when he saw him appear, he glanced at him coldly.
In Ning Wujie's impression, tyrants always like to wear light colors.
Did you choose dark clothes on purpose to cover it up?
Even the incense in the room has been changed. It is a cold pine scent so faint that it is almost inaudible, like a solitary pine on a snowy ridge, isolating all the warmth of the past.
No tenderness at all.
Just like this heartless person!
Unable to smell the familiar, rich ambergris, Ning Wujie became increasingly irritated.
"Sir, why are you so angry?" Wen Xing quietly sat down to the side and took the tea offered by the servant to clean his mouth. "If you think my demands are too high, we can discuss it."
Ning Wujie stared at Wen Xing's calm expression and almost believed in his superb acting skills.
Countless times, he wanted to tear through this man's disguise.
But he suppressed the thought again and again.
He can't do that until this man's wings are clipped.
Otherwise, the cat will get frightened and run away again.
Thinking of this, anger surged in his eyes, and an extremely violent thought arose in his heart.
If we cannot find the elder who can help Your Majesty, we will just wipe out the entire Tingchao Courtyard!
Ning Wujie's eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists slightly. "I resorted to such a bad strategy to approach you that day. Firstly, it is inconvenient to act in the territory of southern Yunnan, and secondly..."
Secondly, I want to take this opportunity to confirm that you are the person I am looking for, and I am also afraid that if I show up rashly I will scare you away.
But now it seems that even if he plans a thousand times and is extremely careful, this person will still push him away no matter what!
Then he has no reason to be polite.
He took a deep breath, "Secondly, my original intention was to get along with Mr.
"But it seems that sir has no such intention."
When Wen Xing heard this, he felt a bad premonition in his heart.
Ning Wujie looked up, and in his eyes there was an unusual and heart-pounding calmness after the storm had subsided.
"Since you have recognized me as your Majesty, then your mansion..."
Ning Wujie paused and changed his self-proclaimed name: "I, have been conscripted."
Wen Xing's face darkened. "Expropriation?"
Seeing Ning Wujie's unquestionable expression, Wen Xing tried to refuse: "Soushi Residence has visitors every day. Isn't it too high-profile for Second Young Master Ning to act like this? Aren't you afraid that it will get to the ears of Prince Xiang? This is southern Yunnan after all."
Still so arrogant on someone else's territory!
Ning Wujie's eyes suddenly turned colder, "Sir, are you using the King of Xiang to pressure me?"
"Just because he's a defeated general, he's worthy of it?"
Wen Xing frowned. Is this the point? Can this person listen to others properly?
"I'm just worried about you..."
Ning Wujie interrupted, "Sir, don't worry about being implicated. I'm just replacing your guards with my own. Your 'master' won't know."
"Master" you!
Wen Xing gritted his teeth, wondering if this guy could say something nice!
Ning Wujie: "Also, to prevent your whereabouts from being revealed, from today onwards, no one in or outside Soseki Residence is allowed to enter or leave at will."
Wen Xing stood up suddenly, stunned: "You put me under house arrest?!"
Ning Wujie ignored him and walked out the door, "Don't worry, sir. I will leave after I finish my important business."
Wen Xing: ...
Wen Xing was disheveled in the wind for a while.
What does it mean to leave after the task is completed? If this task is not completed, will he continue to be under house arrest?!
This is a naked threat!
He looked at the departing figure and shouted angrily: "What are you going to do? I can help you, right?"
Once the job is done, make him disappear!
Ning Wujie stopped and a glimmer flashed in his eyes.
Wen Xing looked at the other person's back against the light. It had only been a year since they last met, but he always felt that the person in front of him was different from the Ning Wujie he knew before.
Although his back was more upright, what was more important was the heavy sense of oppression that made people feel afraid.
He used to be so arrogant, but now he's so domineering? He's always setting traps for him to fall into!
What a scoundrel!
Ning Wujie turned his face slightly, the sunlight outlining his profile, "Then I'll trouble you, sir."
Wen Xing took a deep breath, his voice filled with helplessness, "You have to tell me what you're going to do first, right?"
Ning Wujie said, "I will let you know when the time comes."
After he finished speaking, he strode away.
Wen Xing stared at the man's receding back and secretly clenched his sleeves.
This brat!
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The author has something to say: 5j (sinister): Want to run away, huh? Haha, lock him up.
Smelling a cat and going crazy! @￥! #￥
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