"Okay, I'll have someone bring the meal later." Nan Xuzong turned his head and smiled at Ji Wushang, watching her walk out to order people to fetch water and so on.
As soon as he watched the person leave, he put down the book in front of him and quickly flipped through the pages.
This was actually the mural that the old man Pan Yao had taken him to in the stone chamber! It depicted everything from Ji Wushang's previous death to their meeting.
The space behind it remains blank, exactly as Nan Xuzong saw in the mural.
However, the other book turned out to be a story about a war god and a demon lord.
Nan Xuzong held the scroll in his hand, unable to understand why these two scrolls would suddenly appear in this place! And who used to live in this place?
Nan Xuzong opened the book again, hoping to find more information.
As for the scene of him being worshipped by the courtiers while neglecting Ji Wushang, it hasn't happened yet, nor has it happened that Ji Wushang and Yiyun Shangcheng stood on the opposite side of him... He still has time!
Everything unknown will happen in the next month or so!
Just as Nan Xuzong was deep in thought, Ji Wushang stepped forward and snatched the two scrolls away. "So engrossed, you're trying to fool me into thinking they're martial arts manuals! Humph! I bet they aren't!" Ji Wushang smiled, snatched the scrolls with one hand, and then opened one of them to read.
Nan Xuzong was extremely surprised. He reacted instantly, his body moving with lightning speed. He grabbed Ji Wushang's waist with one hand, but his foot slipped, and he fell towards Ji Wushang!
"Ah!" Ji Wushang exclaimed in surprise. What happened? He was also surprised and said, "Wushang, be careful!" But he still managed to pin her to the ground. Fortunately, he braced himself with his hands and didn't hurt her.
Before she could react, the scroll slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground! Nan Xucong was on top of Ji Wushang, his deep, tender eyes fixed on her. Ji Wushang blushed slightly under his gaze, "Cong..."
He simply watched her quietly, while one hand reached out and stroked her dark hair, gently picking it up and bringing it to his nose to smell. Her attention was successfully drawn to him, and by lifting her dark hair, he could definitely block her from seeing anything else. Meanwhile, his other hand had already slightly raised, and a golden thread silently sprang out, rolling two books from the desk to the ground. With lightning speed, he had already rolled the two ancient books deep under the bed.
His large hand cascaded down her dark hair, and he leaned down to kiss her cherry lips. The warmth of her lips sent a shiver through Ji Wushang. He had already retrieved and wrapped the gold thread, and his hand was now around her slender waist.
No one can be so engrossed in their work when they're distracted. His abilities are simply too strong and incredible!
He smiled and gently kissed her lips. She felt his warm breath on her face, which made her shiver. Ji Wushang suddenly pushed him away, "Cong."
He smiled, then released her, got up from the ground, and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry you were frightened just now."
"It's alright, it's alright." Ji Wushang avoided the desire in his eyes. Perhaps it was because he hadn't touched her these past few days that he was more easily aroused.
Nan Xuzong chuckled, "I don't know how I slipped, hehe, I almost hurt my wife, it's all my fault!"
Ji Wushang blushed, "Don't say that, it's so embarrassing!" She muttered as she broke free from his embrace, "But it's daytime!"
"Yes, that's right." Nan Xuzong saw the shyness in her eyes and stopped teasing her. She bent down to pick up the two books on the ground, then opened them and looked at them. "Why are they 'Daily Records' and 'The Mind Method'?"
"Actually, I was afraid you'd be disappointed. After all, you've worked so hard for so long. If you knew these two things were so ordinary, wouldn't you be heartbroken? That's why I lied to cheer you up and said they were martial arts manuals." Nan Xuzong tried his best to make it sound reasonable, looking at Ji Wushang while snuggling closer to him, trying to be as charming as possible.
As it turns out, this man is quite cunning and knows how to act cute.
Ji Wushang was completely defenseless.
"Fine then." Ji Wushang shrugged. "Actually, if you had just said these were the two books, I wouldn't have been disappointed. I just don't understand; I thought they were some important books that were hidden so well!"
“Someone probably just threw them in before, it’s alright.” Nan Xuzong said seriously, “These two books are sometimes worth reading.” He took the two books from Ji Wushang and placed them on the desk. “By the way, let me tell you, Father has already ordered your father and the Prince of Zhenbei to guard the border, and he did not listen to my second brother’s advice.”
"That's good." Ji Wushang smiled with relief.
"Come on, it's time for our meal."
"Okay." Ji Wushang nodded with a smile.
Just then, a voice came from outside, saying that someone from the palace had come to deliver a message.
Ji Wushang and Nan Xu exchanged a glance and quickly went to the main hall in the front yard.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness the Empress has sent me to deliver a message: a Hundred Flowers Banquet will be held in the Imperial Garden in three days. Your Highness and Your Highness the Empress are invited to attend!" The eunuch was very polite, but his tone was sarcastic and he always used interjections, making Ji Wushang feel that this eunuch with the duck-like voice was more annoying than any other eunuch.
"I will definitely be there. Someone, escort the eunuch out of the mansion!" Nan Xuzong immediately said, and with a flick of his sleeve, he turned around and left with Ji Wushang in his arms.
The old man was somewhat stunned; had he misspoke? But Gong Shu had already stepped forward, saying, "Please!"
Ji Wushang and Nan Xuzong walked one after the other in the corridor. Both were silent, but almost simultaneously they stopped, looked at each other, and smiled at each other.
Nan Xuzong embraced Ji Wushang and led her into the inner room. "Little Clever, have you thought of something?"
Inside a deep palace hall, the supreme king sat on a throne made of tiger skin, looking down at the man standing below. His thin lips curled slightly, "Prince Consort, how is my Black Corpse Legion?"
"All is well," Bei Gong Jue Shi said expressionlessly.
Yiyun Shangcheng stood up from his seat, stepped down, and looked at him with his deep purple eyes, "Not enough!"
Bei Gong Jue Shi listened without any reaction, his heterochromatic eyes staring straight ahead.
“However, I know that Nan Xuzong and the others are not so easily killed. Never mind!” Yi Yun Shangcheng’s lips curled up, a hint of amusement on his lips. “Today is the fifteenth of June, the full moon. I will allow you to go see Mu Chen to ease your longing!”
"Yes." Upon hearing the name Mu Chen, a hint of tenderness flashed in Bei Gong Jue Shi's eyes.
June 15th.
Ji Wushang and Nan Xuzong finished their lunch just as noon was approaching, and firecrackers immediately went off in the imperial city. Ji Wushang looked at Nan Xuzong, who was also quite surprised, but immediately remembered, "Today is June 15th, the Midsummer Festival, and there will be some celebrations in the imperial city."
"I heard from the General's mansion that every Midsummer Festival, a large number of people would flock into the capital, mostly entertainers and actors?"
“Exactly, they will all gather to perform, and on June 18th, they will leave the city in an orderly manner,” Nan Xuzong said. “These three days will be extremely open.”
"So, it's possible that someone could sneak into the city disguised as a civilian?"
“Such things happen frequently,” Nan Xuzong nodded.
Just then, someone knocked on the door from the outside, three times, and then stopped.
Nan Xuzong gestured to Ji Wushang, then went out to open the door and picked up the letter that was at the door.
After closing the door, Nan Xuzong opened the envelope.
"You were right, you couldn't hold back any longer!" Nan Xuzong said, looking up.
"Then why don't we go and take a look at the imperial city today!" Ji Wushang looked at him, his eyes shining brightly.
Nan Xuzong nodded.
The imperial city was indeed bustling with activity. The streets were filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares, their voices rising and falling, and the sounds of bargaining frequently reaching the ears.
Nan Xuzong and Ji Wushang walked hand in hand down the street. The man was handsome and dashing, while the woman was exceptionally beautiful and talented, like a fairy descended from heaven. Naturally, they attracted the attention of onlookers.
Nan Xuzong looked somewhat embarrassed. Being spied on was not a pleasant feeling, especially with some young men staring at Ji Wushang with lustful eyes, which only fueled his anger. He tugged at Ji Wushang and said, "Ahem, Wushang, how about we go to the September Pavilion?"
"Hmm?" Ji Wushang looked up at him and noticed that his face was slightly flushed with embarrassment. He then looked around at the people, where groups of women were covering their faces with fans, but they were secretly sending him flirtatious glances.
Ji Wushang's face darkened. "September Pavilion!"
Nan Xuzong hummed in agreement and immediately embraced the beauty as they walked quickly away.
But all that could be heard was a vendor hawking his wares, "Rattle drum, rattle drum, shake it, and a perfect match will be made!"
Ji Wushang stopped abruptly. She glanced at Nan Xuzong, stepped forward, picked up a rattle drum, and gently shook it.
"Madam, would you like to buy one for fun?" the vendor said cheerfully.
Ji Wushang smiled, while Nan Xuzong stepped forward and tossed the silver to the vendor, placing his hand on Ji Wushang's waist, "Take it if you like."
"Hmm." Ji Wushang gently shook the rattle drum, and felt particularly good listening to its crisp sound.
The two went up to the seventh floor and found a window seat. Looking down, they could see most of the scenes in the imperial city.
The two had been staring downstairs for several hours, but there was still no movement. Ji Wushang shrugged, looked at Nan Xuzong, and said, "If you're busy..."
"Knock, knock, knock." Three knocks on the door.
Nan Xuzong nodded silently, stepped forward, picked up a piece of paper from under the door, and opened it.
"I'm going out for a bit. You stay here and look around. Don't go anywhere else. I'll have Hongfei and Cuiwu accompany you. If anything happens, have Hongfei and Cuiwu handle it."
“Okay.” Ji Wushang nodded.
Nan Xuzong turned and walked out.
A moment later, Hongfei and Cuiwu came in.
Unexpectedly, after a short while, Ji Wushang glanced out the window and saw a man in white enter the September Pavilion.
Her heart skipped a beat; that figure looked just like someone!
☆、285 Who can understand his thoughts? (Climax begins!)
Could it be him? Ji Wushang felt a surge of excitement. She stepped forward, wanting to peer through the window, but Hongfei and Cuiwu immediately rushed over, "Fourth Imperial Consort, be careful!"
"Hmm." Ji Wushang glanced out the window; he had already entered the September Pavilion. "I want to go downstairs and take a look!"
"Fourth Imperial Consort, please give your orders," Hongfei and Cuiwu said, bowing their heads.
"You two go help me... or maybe not." Ji Wushang thought for a moment, wondering if Hongfei and Cuiwu knew Beigong Minhao. Wasn't he dead? Sigh, seeing all that blood on the ground back then, he probably wouldn't have died, and we wouldn't even know where he went.
If it was him just now? It probably wouldn't be such a coincidence. Although the figure was similar, it was obvious that the person's martial arts skills were not low. I remember that Bei Gongminhao's martial arts skills had been completely destroyed, and several ribs in his chest were broken. How could he still practice martial arts?
I must be overthinking it. Oh well.
If fate allows, we will surely meet again! But when we do meet, what should we say? Ji Wushang fell into deep thought.
"Fourth Imperial Concubine?" Hongfei and Cuiwu looked at each other in surprise. The Fourth Imperial Concubine was quite strange!
"It's alright. I just saw a young man in white robes enter the September Pavilion. I don't know if he's an old friend, so I'm wondering. Here's what I'll do: Hongfei, go and see who that young man in white robes is. Just ask his surname, that's all. Do you understand?" It's better to ask.
"This servant understands, please wait a moment, Fourth Imperial Consort!" Hongfei glanced at Cuiwu, then withdrew.
Inside the secret room, Nan Xuzong was already seated at a square table, with three other stools beside him. Huangfu Xuan was already seated opposite Nan Xuzong when someone gently knocked on the door. The person opened the door and sat down to the side with a smile on their face.
Huangfu Xuan smiled and said, "The Crown Prince is becoming more and more handsome and elegant."
"Thank you for your praise, Third Prince. I am unworthy of such praise!" Bei Gong Minhao cupped his hands, his gaze already fixed on Nan Xuzong.
Nan Xuzong, however, remained calm and poured a glass of wine for each of the three of them.
Huangfu Xuan looked at them, and without saying a word, took out the envelope from his pocket and pushed it on the table. "Today is June 15th. Empress Yao will be taking some actions tonight. The success or failure of the three of us depends on this. I hope you two can be prepared!"
"My second brother has already sent people in batches to infiltrate the capital disguised as actors. My men are keeping a close eye on them." Nan Xuzong looked at them and raised his wine cup.
Bei Gongminhao's lips curled up. "Is this a toast to the new crown prince?" He raised his wine glass, his smile containing three parts sarcasm and seven parts jest.
Nan Xuzong smiled, while Huangfu Xuan's eyes turned slightly cold. He looked at Beigong Minhao and said, "I heard that the Crown Prince's martial arts were crippled by the King of the Western Regions, and he was also kicked and injured? I wonder if the imperial physician should take a look?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Third Prince. Look, I, Beigong Minhao, am doing just fine, aren't I? Hehe, don't worry, I will definitely not affect your plans!" Beigong Minhao smiled, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and drank it down in one gulp.
Nan Xuzong's eyes darkened. "Minhao, apologize to your third brother!"
"Apologize?" Bei Gongminhao glanced at Nan Xuzong. "Oh, did I say something wrong?" He then looked at Huangfu Xuan. "Third Prince, did I say something wrong?"