C167

With his back facing Wen Rusheng, Zhao Jing naturally didn't see the emotions on Wen Rusheng's face. She just stared at the flickering candle flame, and then her eyes fell on the dim shadow of the door. She knew that Dongfang Weiming was standing outside, so there were some things that should not be said. With that, Zhao Jing turned and looked at the weak Wen Rusheng on the bed. "Brother Wen, you …"

"I'll help you!" Wen Rusheng was clever, and naturally knew what she wanted to say, "Although I do not ask about the government nor the current situation, I am only a businessman. However, I am not an idiot. I have eyes and ears. More importantly, my heart is warm. There is also a burning blood in my chest, and I know what it means to be loyal to the king and to be patriotic. "

Zhao Jing laughed in return, but was actually a little embarrassed. "Your words actually made me seem like a villain. To do things in return, it will no longer be purely because of the help of friends, Brother Wen does not mind! Most of the time, there's nothing I can do! "

Wen Rusheng nodded, "I know that the Zijing is in a difficult situation, so I won't make things difficult for you! If you need anything in the future, just say it. If I, Wen Rusheng, am able to help, I will definitely do my best. It may not be fate that we meet, but there must be a reason for us to do so. " He coughed softly. His face reflected the brilliance of the candlelight, making him look weak and pale.

He leaned against the mattress, half covering his body. He seemed to have lost half his life as he panted heavily.

"How are you?" Zhao Jing asked.

Wen Rusheng shook his head: "I'm used to it, don't be afraid, my old ailments have long reached the bone marrow, it's all like that!"

"I'll have the imperial physician come and take a look at you some other time. There are so many good doctors in the palace, you'll definitely be cured!" Zhao Jing stared at him, it was a pity that his master and grandmaster were not around, otherwise he would definitely be able to cure Wen Rusheng. Seeing Wen Rusheng's weak appearance, Zhao Jing could not help but say, "I won't disturb your rest, I'll be leaving first! You... You must take good care of it, I'll come and see you again another day! "

Wen Rusheng wanted to get up, but he was stopped by Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing pressed down on him and did not wake him up, "Don't get up! I came here secretly, it's your Zijing, they said that they won't treat me as their emperor, so don't be so formal! " With that, Zhao Jing smiled at him, his smile becoming especially gentle, "I'm leaving, there's no need to send me off!"

"Alright!" Wen Rusheng smiled and nodded, "Be careful on the road. If there's anything else, send someone over to notify me with Fanghua House. I'll definitely do my best."

"You've said this many times, I'll remember it!" Zhao Jing walked out the door.

At the door she looked back at him. In the candlelight, Zhao Jing looked extremely heroic. Her entire body was as exquisite and exquisite, as if it had been sculpted from unpolished jade. She was especially delicate and pretty. She wore a navy blue robe that added a feminine charm to her smile, as if she was a mystery that couldn't be figured out. Her body, however, gave off a warmth that made people want to get close to her.

The moment the door closed, Wen Rusheng slowly closed his eyes, he leaned on the bed weakly, his expression sluggish as he looked forward, no one knew what he was thinking.

Outside the door, Dongfang Weiming asked in a neutral tone, "You can't bear to part with it?"

Zhao Jing rolled his eyes at him, "I can't bear to part with you, damn you!" She turned around and left. "Are you still not leaving? Do you want to wait for breakfast?" After he finished speaking, he walked out of the Fanghua House without looking back.

The scenery bowed. "We respectfully send you off, your majesty!"

"In the future, just call me Young Master Liu. This place is not comparable to the palace, and there is no comparison to formalities!" Pausing for a moment, Zhao Jing continued, "This is an dictum!"

"Yes sir!" The scenery nodded, "Young Master Liu, take care!"

Zhao Jing did not even bother to look at Dongfang Weiming, and directly sat in the car, his heart inexplicably restless. For some reason, he felt that his mind was in a mess. His mind was in a mess, and so was his mind.

Dongfang Weiming sat by her side without saying a word, yet remained seated, as if nothing had happened. The silence in the carriage made people uncomfortable. That kind of awkward atmosphere was enough!

In the end, it was Zhao Jing who spoke, "Is Uncle satisfied?"

Dongfang Weiming did not say anything. The next street was filled with the sounds of flowers and willow alleys, and with such a hubbub, even through the curtain of the carriage, it was still possible to hear everything clearly. It was an eventful time, yet there were still so many people who were obsessed with gentleness and gentleness. It was obvious that for men, no matter how powerful they were or how rich they were, they would always have women by their side! Thinking about it, Dongfang Weiming turned to look at Zhao Jing.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Jing puffed his cheeks, "I was asking you a question!"

"I wonder how the word 'satisfied' is defined in the Emperor's heart?" Dongfang Weiming listened to the commotion outside, and slowly turned the carriage on the green slate. There were a lot of people on the street, so the car moved especially slowly, making it seem even more depressing.

Zhao Jing rolled his eyes, "I am not an insect in Zhong Fu's stomach, how can I know what the Uncle is thinking? Uncle thought that being suspenseful was very fun, but he didn't know that I had gotten bored of it long ago. She curled her lips and suddenly shouted towards the outside, "Stop, I'm getting off!"

The carriage stopped at the corner of the street, and before Wei Shuge could open the carriage, Zhao Jing had already jumped out. He jumped down from the carriage, "The carriage is so stuffy, I got off and walked for a while, so I pretended to be relaxed!"

However, even though the streets were bustling with activity, there were many people. With so many people, it was unavoidable for trouble to occur. Therefore, Wei Shuge and Zhao Yuannan immediately followed, afraid that something would happen to Zhao Jing, but Lee Yiheng helplessly drove after them.

Zhou Zhiji followed the carriage, and seeing that Dongfang Weiming had opened the curtains, he immediately spoke in a low voice: "Master, how long will it take for Young Noble to return like this?"

Dongfang Weiming frowned, looking at his surroundings, then at Zhao Jing who was extremely curious about everything, he felt his head aching. Sighing, he put down the curtain and said, "Get off!"

Before Lee Yiheng could react, the person in the carriage brushed past him like a gust of wind. When he regained his senses, Dongfang Weiming was already standing by Zhao Jing's side. And at that moment, Zhao Jing was holding onto the sweet man offered by the craftsman by the side of the road, but unexpectedly, his wrist was held tightly by Dongfang Weiming. Zhao Jing was startled, and almost dropped the sugar figurine in his hands.

Zhao Jing was truly shocked by his speed. He was clearly in the car just now, but who knew that he would suddenly appear behind her, almost scaring her to the point of losing her soul. Fortunately, she was used to his quick reaction, so she only rolled her eyes at him, "Do you really need me to explain that to you? It almost scared my heart out, it's sick! "

Dongfang Weiming did not speak further, he only grabbed her wrist and pulled her along.

"Why are you leaving so quickly?" Zhao Jing shouted, "Are you in a hurry to be reborn in the middle of the night?"

Dongfang Weiming suddenly stopped in his tracks, dragged her into the alley and stood there, "What did you say?"

Zhao Jing licked her candy, and looked at him innocently: I won't say good words a second time! As he spoke, he licked his lips again, revealing a happy expression. As expected, his heart was sweet to the children.

However, she didn't know how alluring her actions were. The lilac tongue licked slightly, licking from left to right of the Sugar Man. The tip of her tongue slightly curled as she swallowed the sweet taste in her mouth. His movements were completed in one go, but in Dongfang Weiming's eyes, it was as if everything was replayed in slow motion, pulling everything towards him at a close distance.

Especially after she did such a thing, her big eyes were still staring straight at him. She didn't know that men were magical animals. No matter how wise a man was, when he met someone, he would become an animal that thought in the lower half of its body. There was always one thing above another. Men used their own ambitions to conquer the world, while women used their bodies to conquer the men, the men who conquered the world!

Suddenly, Dongfang Weiming pressed her against the wall. An ice-cold feeling suddenly transmitted to his skin from his back, causing Zhao Jing to quiver immediately as his body immediately followed suit. She was still holding onto the sweet man, staring at Dongfang Weiming who was just inches away with her eyes wide open. What kind of evil did Bastard get into tonight? Why did it seem like something was amiss?

"You, you also want to eat candy?" Zhao Jing asked softly. Her mouth opened and closed, and her full lips were covered in honey. In the dim light, it was hard to resist.

Dongfang Weiming gasped for breath, and looked towards the alley entrance. Wei Shuge and Zhao Yuannan stood together with Zhou Zhiji at the entrance of the alleyway. Because it was dark outside, everyone stood with their backs against the light, so they could not see the situation inside the alleyway.

"If you don't want to eat sugar, then we can leave!" Zhao Jing blinked her bright eyes, "Uncle, are you feeling unwell? How about you go back to the palace and have the imperial physician treat you? "

Say he's sick?!

"Ordinary things cannot enter this humble subject's mouth, so … I'll have to trouble the emperor to try it out! " Dongfang Weiming said leisurely.

Zhao Jing held onto the Sugar Man, thought about it and decided to slip away. She gave him a dry laugh, then slowly crouched down and watched him run out from under his armpits. Who told him to pin her to the wall with his arms on either side of her?

Who knew that before she could escape, Dongfang Weiming would already pick her up like a little chick.

Zhao Jing's body suddenly tensed up, he looked at the face of the Eastern Bastard in shock, and quickly enlarged in his own line of sight. Her warm lips were instantly wrapped by the scorching heat. She was unbridled and unbridled. Zhao Jing unconsciously tiptoed, and felt that this fellow was like eating candy, forcefully sweeping his gaze across her lips, tongue and mouth. Zhao Jing's mind was a complete blank. He only felt a scorching feeling pass between his teeth. That kind of feeling of invading cities, the feeling of having one's territory invaded by thousands upon thousands of troops and horses, was really not at all comfortable.

Just when Zhao Jing felt that he was about to suffocate, Dongfang Weiming finally let go of her. In the dim light, the sound of the little girl's hurried breathing could be heard. Her voice was as sweet as it could be, causing his originally anxious heart to gradually calm down.

His rough fingers caressed her slightly swollen lips. With a slightly heavy force, it was as if he was punishing her. The pain made her eyebrows scrunch up, "Although the candy is delicious, it's not something anyone can eat! The emperor was already used to eating sweet food, so what would happen if he met with suffering in the future? First, it was hard work, then it was sweet work. It was much better than being sweet first and then being bitter! "In the future, if you don't want someone to give you a hint of sweetness, you'll forget who you are."

Zhao Jing's heart skipped a beat. At that time, he was right outside Wen Rusheng's door, so those words were said to him. He was talking about Wen Rusheng? Zhao Jing stared at him, her breathing was heavy, could it be that the Eastern Bastard was going to make a move on Wen Rusheng?! Zhao Jing secretly cursed in his heart: Bastard's bastard!

Suddenly, Zhao Jing's lower jaw was pinched, he suddenly raised his chin, and his cold voice came from the top, "Tomorrow morning, after dawn..."