Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 102

[Chapter 101]

The queen gave birth to a son, and the court was overjoyed.

In Zhaoyun Palace, Ning Yin’s lips were cold and white, and he glanced at the wrinkled little life in the swaddle as if he had completed the task, and handed him over to the wet nurse and grandma.

His eyes fell back to Yu Lingxi’s face, he took a cup of chicken porridge brought by the maid, stirred it up, and said hoarsely, “Okay, I’ve seen him.”

Yu Lingxi knew that Ning Yin wanted a daughter, and if he could choose, he would not hesitate to kill the half of his bloodline and replace it with his wife’s bloodline.

But this time, a son was born.

“Who do you look like?”

She took a sip of porridge in Ning Yin’s hand, and turned to look at the red baby in the nurse’s arms, “His eyebrows are like yours, but his lips are very similar to mine.”

Ning Yin’s lips were thin, and when he didn’t smile, he was a little inhumane.

After hearing what Yu Lingxi said, Ning Yin took a few more glances at her son. The baby’s upper lip has a small lip bead, which is indeed very similar to her.

In fact, the facial features of the newly born baby have not yet developed, and he is not sure who he will look like in the future. Yu Lingxi said this deliberately, just to let Ning Yin see his son more.

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In her two lifetimes, she never had the opportunity to accompany Ning Yin in his dark childhood. It was a blessing to have a child born similar to Ning Yin to make up for this shortcoming, and to watch him grow up a little bit safely and healthily.

“Give him a name, okay?”

Yu Lingxi exhausted her strength, her voice gradually lowered, her eyelids opened and closed, “I’ll go to sleep first.”

Ning Yin put down the porridge bowl, supported her shoulders with one hand, gently pulled the pillow from her waist with the other, and tucked the quilt.

The baby hummed aside, he twisted a warm cotton pad from the golden basin beside him, and whispered, “Take it out.”

The wet nurse and the nanny did not dare to disobey, and carried the little baby to the side hall that had been tidied up in advance for breastfeeding.

Ning Yin lowered her eyes and slowly wiped off the sticky sweat from Yu Lingxi’s body. Then she dropped the cotton pad and leaned over to pick up the pen.

When Yu Lingxi woke up, Ning Yin had already gone to court.

A piece of gold-sprinkled red paper was pressed on the table, and a dozen or so characters were written on it with vigorous brushstrokes, apparently from Ning Yin’s hand.

“These names were all thought up by the Emperor alone after the Empress fell asleep last night.”

Hu Tao helped Yu Lingxi to sit up, took clothes to wrap her, and whispered, “The emperor will remember what the mother said.”

Yu Lingxi also learned from Hu Tao that she had given birth to her first child all night, and Ning Yin stood outside the hall all night.

Yu Lingxi didn’t allow him to come near to accompany the delivery, so he really endured not to come.

“He didn’t hurt himself?” Yu Lingxi asked.

It was difficult for her to give birth, lest that madman Ning Yin would also stab him in order to “empathize” with her.

She knew that Ning Yin could definitely do it.

“No, the emperor is just standing.”

Hu Tao said that every time she opened the temple door and greeted her mammy to pour water, she would see the emperor’s dark eyes lit up, looking straight into the hall where the hanging yarn fluttered.

He was dressed in a cold night and autumn frost, and his feet were nailed to the same place, but his body leaned forward slightly, as if to break free and accompany his wife.

Hu Tao has always been afraid of Ning Yin, because his heart is too hard and cold, as if nothing in the world can defeat him. But on the night of Niangniang giving birth, she suddenly discovered that the mighty Ruthless Emperor also had weaknesses.

Listening to Hu Tao babbling about this, Yu Lingxi smiled and soft eyes, all the hardships and exhaustion, all have comfort at this moment.

She wrote and moistened the ink, and circled the word “Rong” among the dozen or so characters.

“Hey, why did Niangniang choose this word?” Hu Tao asked.

“The sea is open to all rivers, and tolerance is great. I hope that my son will be a person with a broad heart in the future.”

Yu Lingxi thought for a while, and added another word next to the word “Rong”, “This is his nickname.”

In the court hall, the officials were happier than they had given birth to an only son. They planned to sacrifice to the heavens and ancestors, and also suggested that the world be amnesty.

Ning Yin thought they were arguing too hard, so he went straight to Zhaoyun Palace.

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Yu Lingxi was resting on the couch with the baby in her arms, her half-tossed hair draped down her waist softly, gentle and beautiful.

Seeing Ning Yin enter the door, she raised her eyes and smiled: “You’re back? Xiao An just fell asleep.”

“Xiao An?”

Ning Yin’s eyes twitched, the “little monster” sleeping with two slits in his eyes.

“The nickname I gave him. Ping An An is also the An An of ‘Changing An Ning’.”

When Yu Lingxi said this, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ning Yin lowered his eyes.

When he first saw this group of little things that were born into the world, he didn’t have much trouble.

He still can’t love this child, he is a cold-blooded person, and he can’t tolerate a third life between him and Suishui. But the little monster is born every year in October, so he will try to understand, and then accept.

Now Yu Lingxi embeds their sweetest memories into the little monster’s nickname, and the “family affection” linked by blood has a vague outline.

“It’s more appropriate to call it ‘little monster’.”

He snorted softly and poked the baby’s soft cheeks expressionlessly, “It looks so ugly.”

Yu Lingxi laughed: “He was just born! He will look good in a while.”

Yu Lingxi is very confident in this point. No matter how she and Ning Yin’s children blend in, they can’t be too bad.

Yu Lingxi started breastfeeding, and the pain was so painful that she couldn’t sleep.

Ning Yin had slept lightly, but when Yu Lingxi turned over, he woke up.

Looking at Ning Yin’s dark eyes, Yu Lingxi was a little apologetic, and said softly, “Go to sleep, I’ll go and let my mother come to massage.”

Ning Yin held her waist and did not let her leave.

“Tell me how to do it,” he said.

Understanding what he meant, Yu Lingxi was stunned for a while, and then whispered, “How can this be done? You have to go to the morning in an hour…”

However, Ning Yin didn’t listen to her at all. She stretched out a slender and strong arm from the curtain, grabbed the coat that was taken off by the couch, and wrapped it around Yu Lingxi’s shoulders.

Yu Lingxi couldn’t beat him, so he had to give up.

Ning Yin massaged very carefully, her half-drooped eyelashes cast a shadow on the bottom of her eyes, so she couldn’t tell her emotions. Despite this, Yu Lingxi still oozes a slight sweat and clenched the mattress under him.

After a long while, Ning Yin put the bowl full of white jade aside and took a wet handkerchief to apply it to cold. Then he lowered his head and kissed her painful place lightly and earnestly.

The candles were dimly lit, plated with two hazy silhouettes.

When Ning Rong was one year old, she was already calling her mother and father. Yu Lingxi’s daily pleasure was to tease her son to talk like a parrot.

Ning Yin occasionally came to see her after dealing with government affairs, but he always stayed within two quarters of an hour, before he impatiently lifted his son out, closed the door of the palace with his backhand, and took Yu Lingxi into his arms.

Yu Lingxi was tickled by his breath, and said with a smile, “If you have time, can you take care of Xiao An for me?”

Yu Lingxi knew that Ning Yin still couldn’t accept Ning Rong occupying too much of her time, even if it was his own son.

Simply take this opportunity to cultivate their father-son relationship.

The next day, Ning Yin took Ning Rong to the Hall of Floating Light as promised.

Yu Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief and watched Ning Yin carry her son out of the Zhaoyun Gate, and then instructed her mother, “Follow up and watch.”

In the Hall of Floating Light, memorials are piled up like a mountain.

Ning Yin walked in with Ning Rong in one arm, and placed her son on the dragon’s case.

The two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, almost like two copies of one big and one small. Ning Yin frowned and looked around, his eyes fell on the round belly porcelain jar beside him.

The porcelain jar is about knee high and has a wide mouth, just enough to hold a child.

He slipped out the scrolls and paintings inside, put his son in again, put on a robe to keep warm, and sat down to read the memorial.

Ning Rong stayed by herself for a while and saw that her father didn’t talk to him, so she stood up tremblingly on the edge of the tank, and stretched out her broken little hand to reach the memorial on the case table.

Thumping too hard, the porcelain jar wobbled a bit, and finally fell down with a screeching sound.

The servants in the hall looked frightened and wanted to come over.

Helped, but did not dare to make up his own mind, quietly pinched a sweat in his heart.

Ning Yin supported his temples without raising his eyes, and let his son put it in the porcelain jar, rolling in a round circle.

When the Minister of the Household came in to report to the saint, he saw a porcelain jar with His Royal Highness in it, rolling back and forth strangely and comfortably in the hall.

Lord Shangshu couldn’t bear it in his heart, he stretched out his hand while he was kneeling and bowed and straightened the porcelain jar tremblingly.

With a piercing sound, the porcelain jar was finally quiet, and everyone’s hearts also fell into place.

The child couldn’t take it easy, and he grabbed the sleeve of the official robe of the Minister of the Household, and started playing curiously.

After the minister of the household reported the important matter, the little ancestor had no intention of letting go, so he could only look to the young emperor for help: “Your Majesty, this…”

Only then did Ning Yin raise his eyes, pick up the paper cutter on the table and swipe.

After a sound of cracking silk, the Minister of the Ministry of Housing with a broken sleeve walked out of the hall in relief.

In Zhaoyun Palace, Yu Lingxi took a peaceful nap.

She dressed up slowly, and was about to go out to pick up her son, when she saw the mammy who was sent to stare at her and came back with a sad face, and said, “Niangniang, go and see your little highness!”

“What’s wrong?”

Yu Lingxi got up and said, “The emperor is measured and won’t do anything out of the ordinary…”

Before he could finish his words, he saw Ning Yin wearing a red emperor’s uniform and returning from the setting sun with an object in one hand.

When he entered the courtyard, Yu Lingxi realized that what he was carrying was their son.

“… Right?” Yu Lingxi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and completed the last word.

Three years later, Ning Rong was four years old.

This child is extremely intelligent. The Yu family brothers and sisters are still playing in the mud. He has memorized the books of enlightenment by heart, and he can learn everything very quickly. He is smart and well-behaved like a child.

The only thing is that he is not very close to Ning Yin.

One day, Yu Lingxi found out that Ning Rong had caught a grasshopper, pulled out its wings and legs one by one in her hands, and then admired its futile struggle on the ground, she finally realized something was wrong.

“It is very pitiful that it can’t hug its child without siblings.”

Yu Lingxi didn’t stop the blame, but squatted down and looked at the grasshopper with its broken wings and feet on the ground with her son, “If A-Niang’s hand is also pulled out, what will happen to Xiao An?”

“Then stick it again.”

Ning Rong’s voice was childish, she pursed her lips and picked up the torn worm feet, trying to stick them back.

Naturally to no avail, he began to panic.

Yu Lingxi touched his son’s small head and told him: “Life is not clothing, it can be repaired if it is broken. Once some damage is done, it will exist forever.”

Ning Rong lowered her head and whispered, “My child understands.”

“Wash your hands.”

Yu Lingxi smiled lightly, “Let’s go to the father to play.”

Ning Rong dug a hole, buried the grasshopper, and said sullenly, “Don’t go, baby.”

“Why?” Yu Lingxi was a little surprised.

“Father doesn’t like me.”

The childish child’s words gave a heavy echo in Yu Lingxi’s heart.

Going to bed at night, Yu Lingxi told Ning Yin about what happened during the day.

She thought for a while, leaned on Ning Yin’s shoulder and asked him, “Ning Yin, if you had the opportunity to go back to the past, what would you say to you as a child?”

How smart is Ning Yin? Of course he understood what Suishui meant.

He can’t change anything in the past, but he can change Ning Rong.

Ning Yin didn’t know how to express it.

All the good thoughts in his life were given to Suishui, but for Xiao An, only Aiwu Jiwu’s empathy.

“Go to sleep.” He pinched the back of Yu Lingxi’s neck as if nothing had happened.

The next day, when Yu Lingxi woke up in the morning light, she heard a rustling sound from the courtyard.

She put on her clothes and sat down curiously. She went out and saw that under the red leaves in front of Zhaoyun Palace, Ning Yin and Ning Rong were sitting opposite each other, each holding a dagger and cutting bamboo strips.

On the stone table on the side, paste, fishing line and other items are also placed.

Two figures, one big and one small, move in unison as if looking in a mirror

, pleasing to the eye.

Seeing her go out, Ning Rong finally had a childish smile in her eyes: “Auntie! Look!”

He held up the bamboo pieces that were twisted and twisted in his hand.

Yu Lingxi walked over with a smirk, the woven gold skirt was dazzling in the sun, and reminded warmly, “Don’t hurt yourself…”

“It hurts his finger, he will remember the lesson himself.”

Ning Yin slowed down and pointed to the seat next to him, “Sit.”

So Yu Lingxi sat down, propped her jaw, and watched the father and son busy.

Ning Yin taught Xiao An how to make a green luan paper kite.

He was dragged down and smashed by Concubine Li when he was a child, and it was also the paper kite that Yu Lingxi personally released with him back then, carrying his two memories from darkness to light.

Now, he taught it to Xiao An.

The paper kites swayed and flew into the sky, one big and one small, one delicate and beautiful, the other rough and childish.

“Father, I fly higher than you!”

The child is triumphant, and his beautiful black eyes are full of sunshine, and he has long forgotten the loneliness and depression of yesterday.

Ning Yin casually pulled on the fishing line and sneered at him mercilessly: “Your one is too broken, and sooner or later it will fall.”

Ning Rong was not convinced, and ran all over the palace with short legs, and the palace servants chased him in a swarm, guarding him carefully.

He ran so fast, there was no icy darkness, no impermeable wall, nothing to restrain his pace.

Yu Lingxi smiled and buried his head in Ning Yin’s arms, hugging his waist tightly.

Ning Rong has many, but Ning Yin is only a year old.

Ning Yin seemed to be aware of Yu Lingxi’s delicate mood swings.

He pulled the fishing line with one hand, opened the other hand, and took her into his arms.

“I treat him well with a purpose.”

Ning Yin’s handsome face was soaked in sunlight, and her voice returned to her usual idleness, “Send away the little monster, Suishui is mine.”

After all, he let go of the fishing line, the axle wheel turned rapidly, and the paper kite flew higher and higher.

Yu Lingxi’s body suddenly rose into the air, and she couldn’t help but wrap her neck around Ning Yin’s neck to maintain balance, and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Through milk.”

“…”

Yu Lingxi glared at him, “Xiao An is four years old and has been weaned for three years!”

“Oh, anywhere else.”

Seeing that Yu Lingxi was so angry, Ning Yin laughed lowly.

The door to the hall was closed, and a few maple leaves fell. The green luan paper kite flew higher and higher, becoming a splendid little dot in the clear blue sky.

…

In the ninth year of Sui’an, the seven-year-old Ning Rong was established as the crown prince.

It is unprecedented for the emperor to establish the crown prince in his prime. A few concerned civil servants sighed long and short, saying that “the first emperor was only a weak son, and that would cause a lot of turmoil”…

Inside and out, I naturally hope that the emperor will have two more children, and the Lichu will have more choices in the future.

But as Ning Rong grew up, Chaozhong’s worries gradually disappeared. Without him, it’s just because His Royal Highness the Prince is too good!

He inherited the intelligence and determination of his father, but he was not as sinister as his father. At a young age, he was able to grasp the situation in the DPRK.

In the seventeenth year of Sui’an, the fifteen-year-old crown prince began to pro-govern and was deeply supported.

In the nineteenth year of Sui’an, Emperor Zen was located in the crown prince and moved to the palace with the empress.

On the day of leaving the palace, it was the March day of Chun and Jingming.

Above the palace wall, six vigorous teenagers stood side by side.

Yu Yu blinked her bright blue eyes and asked, “Will the little aunt come back?”

“Will do.”

Yu Jin smiled slightly and replied.

Ning Jie patted Ning Rong’s shoulder quite boldly, and smiled with a small tiger tooth: “What are you afraid of, we are with your majesty.”

Zhou Yu and Yu Li were only twelve or thirteen years old, and they were still young, and they just looked at their brothers and sisters with a vague understanding.

The sky was clear, and the six teenagers above the palace wall gave high fives.

Civil servants and military generals swallow mountains and rivers with rage. Since then, I want to turn the country into soil

, pinching a peaceful and prosperous age that belongs to them.

…

In the palace, idle clouds and wild cranes pass by the pool shadow.

The pear blossoms are blooming beside the pavilion, and the snow is like clouds.

“Wei Qi, how about we change places?”

Yu Lingxi leaned in and blew the falling flowers all over Ning Yin’s body, and said with a smile, “Although this flower is beautiful, it’s too annoying to fall on her body.”

Ning Yin rubbed the rim of the wine cup and said in a low voice, “Come here and clean up for Suishui for my husband.”

When Yu Lingxi saw him smiling like this, he knew that he must have bad intentions.

Just as she was about to dodge, she was wrapped around her waist.

The man lowered his head and used his lips to remove the fallen flowers from her body little by little.

The wind blows the pear snow, the sky is white, and it falls into the pair of cups, causing light ripples.

The clouds are idle, and the years are long.

[End of This Chapter]