Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 106

[Chapter 105]

The night was sinking like water, and the bedroom was brightly lit as usual.

“My lord, I was wrong.”

Under the warm orange light, Yu Lingxi painted a delicate face as bright as a concubine, with a slight apprehension in her beautiful eyes.

Ning Yin rubbed her knuckles leisurely, looked down at her and said, “Tell me, what’s wrong?”

As long as she said a few nice words like before and stayed by her side obediently, Ning Yin would not criticize her private meeting with the surname Xue today.

He always used threats to keep her by his side.

It’s just that Ning Yin didn’t notice it at that time. It turned out that he was afraid of losing her from so early on.

As always, he was cold and strong, waiting for her soft words.

However, Yu Lingxi leaned over for a long while, and only whispered: “The mistake is that he went out and reminisced with his righteous brother without the permission of the prince.”

She deliberately aggravated the words “brother of righteousness”, trying to cover it up.

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Ning Yin’s smile grew stronger, but his eyes were full of coldness, with a cool and thin dark color surging.

Yu Lingxi was obviously timid, but he still insisted on touching his belt with trembling fingertips, his long eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly trembling in the wind.

Ning Yin watched her busy with time.

He didn’t know who he should ridicule, he used indifferent laziness to cover up the raging darkness in his heart.

It turned out that Yu Lingxi could do this for Xue Cen.

He thought that Yu Lingxi was different, she had nowhere to go and could only stay by his side forever.

But Yu Lingxi, like that crazy woman, said that she would always be nice to him, but in fact she was ready to leave him at any time.

It was as if she was kneeling in front of him at this moment, radiant with brilliance, but he felt that he never really had her.

The old wound on his chest was aching faintly, and Ning Yin once again tasted the feeling of being betrayed, even worse than the stab at the chest in the broken temple.

His blood is boiling, his eyes are dark and cold, since he returned to the palace as king, he has not been so out of control for a long time.

The more you are on the verge of losing control, the more you want to prove that you can control everything.

“Smile.”

In the dim gauze curtain, Ning Yin stretched out his fingers and squeezed Yu Lingxi’s lips, forcibly pulling out a nondescript smile.

She could only smile at him, even if the smile was forced.

He reached out and wiped the blood dripping from her lips, and with the most despicable words, lazily reminded her of her current situation.

He had said worse things before. If it is too much, Yu Lingxi will post it with a humming and chirping to block his speech about the birthday…

He is a wicked person, and wicked people are born to love to bully others.

What’s more, he likes Yu Lingxi’s red eyes, but helpless, extremely beautiful.

But this time, Yu Lingxi kicked him away.

She kicked the old wound on his left leg, not too hard, but enough to arouse his anger.

Lingxi was not like this before, she always followed herself, gentle and considerate. But since she met Xue, she was reluctant to do even the superficial perfunctory.

Ning Yin didn’t even know that his anger came from the humiliation of his old injury or from Yu Lingxi’s struggle.

“I started to hate this king now, is it too late?”

Ning Yin’s face was gloomy.

He was so angry that he grabbed her ankle and threatened, so that he didn’t realize that under Yu Lingxi’s fading mouth fat, the color of his lips had faded to a sickly pale.

By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

The scorching fishy heat sprayed on Ning Yin’s front, and the cool intimidation and ridicule stopped abruptly.

The shadow of the candle swayed, the curtain was agitated, he raised his hand blankly and touched the corner of Yu Lingxi’s lips.

Yu Lingxi’s eyes were tightly closed, blood was still spitting out from his mouth, and even a striking black and red line overflowed from his nose.

Ning Yin hurriedly pressed the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, but couldn’t stop… There was so much blood that his clothes and cuffs were all stained with an eerie dark red, and he couldn’t wipe them clean.

In an instant, her body quickly became quiet, and her fingertips slipped weakly from his arm.

Ning Yin’s eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

“Lingxiong.”

He called her, but the only answer to him was endless silence.

With a bang, the bedroom door was kicked open from the inside.

The guards on duty in the court immediately drew their swords, but were startled when they saw the regent who was covered in black blood.

“Go to Tai Hospital.”

Ning Yin held Yu Lingxi wrapped in a cloak with a terrifyingly cold expression, “Call Yao Lang over.”

But the Regent is a lame man! Without a cane, how could his legs support the weight of walking briskly holding a person?

After a brief silence, someone cautiously reminded: “My lord, Yaolang left the capital for a tour two years ago…”

Before he could finish speaking, the attendant who spoke flew out, smashed on the corridor, and fell to the ground.

Ning Yin’s face was splattered with black blood, like Shura walking out of the night.

So everyone rushed down to arrange matters, and no one dared to say a word.

Ning Yin’s cold and white face quickly oozes cold sweat, the old leg injury can’t support the weight of the two, and screams for the excruciating pain.

He staggered a step, quickly stabilized his body, and got on the carriage with Yu Lingxi in his arms.

He carefully placed Yu Lingxi next to him, wanting to reach out to brush her hair that was stuck to the corners of her mouth with black blood, but he stopped when he saw the blood-stained hands, and he couldn’t do anything.

“Don’t be afraid.”

He stared at Yu Lingxi’s closed eyes, always calm and tough, “It’ll be fine.”

All the qualified doctors in the Taiyuan Hospital were arrested and knelt at Ning Yin’s feet tremblingly, helpless.

It’s not that their medical skills are not good, or that Hua Tuo is still alive, they can’t save a dead person!

“Mrs. Guan’s symptoms seem to be poisonous. However, the silver needles can’t detect any abnormality, and it is unknown whether she died of an emergency…”

I don’t know which word angered Ning Yin, the blade under the crutch stabbed out, the imperial doctor immediately fell down with wide eyes, and a dark red dizzy under his body.

“Quack doctor.” Ning Yin indifferently put away the sharp blade at the bottom of the cane.

“Your Highness, spare your life! Forgive your life!”

The hospital was screaming.

…

Before dawn, Ning Yin brought Yu Lingxi back to the palace.

Her body became so cold, even colder than his body temperature when his old illness relapsed.

Ning Yin took her to the soup pond in the clean room. Lingxi loves cleanliness so much that she can’t stay bloody all the time.

The water vapor is dense, and the cold light from the transition of dawn and night is thrown into the pool water through the high window lattice, and the silver scale-like broken lines are stunned.

He took off his clothes and slowly stepped into the pool with Yu Lingxi in his arms. The milky white mist gently swept away and gently wrapped the two of them.

Ning Yin grabbed the wet handkerchief and washed away the blood for Yu Lingxi little by little. However, no matter how she soaked or washed her body, her body was always pale, and she would never be as red as usual.

“It’s almost dawn.”

Ning Yin sat her down on the jade steps in the soup pool, stretched out her fingers and pushed her closed eyes, her voice was hoarse and low, “If you don’t wake up, this king will kill all your old acquaintances.”

“Have you heard?”

He squeezed Yu Lingxi’s cold jaw and threatened her familiarly.

Yu Lingxi leaned against the wet edge of the pool, lost her support and slid into the water.

Ning Yin’s expression changed, and he hurriedly picked her up and held her in his arms to stabilize her again.

“So unintimidated.”

He sneered, his dark eyes looking at Yu Lingxi who was motionless.

After a long time, he changed to a low voice: “Wake up, this king will not scare you anymore.”

Yu Lingxi was naturally unable to respond.

Ning Yin remembered that she was in poor health. Every time she stayed in the soup pool for less than a quarter of an hour, she would feel short of breath and feel dizzy and couldn’t stand up.

Afraid of holding her back, he would carry Yu Lingxi out of the soup pool every quarter of an hour.

But when he went out for a cup of tea, Yu Lingxi’s body would cool down again. Ning Yin took the trouble to carry her back into the pool again, until she caught the once infatuation temperature.

The first ray of morning light came in from the window lattice, and Ning Yin knew that it was time for Yu Lingxi to dress up.

At this time of the day, she would dress up fresh and bright, come to greet him softly and supple, and make him a cup of tea.

Ning Yin took Yu Lingxi back to the bedroom, opened the makeup box on the dressing table, and took Rouge Luodai to paint and apply powder for her.

The bright red lips concealed the paleness and brightened her delicate face. His black hair spread like satin, and it was as quiet as if he was asleep.

When dressing, Ning Yin’s eyes fell on the back of Yu Lingxi’s shoulders, and a few small purple spots appeared on that piece of flawless white skin.

He stretched out his fingers and pressed it, and his leisurely expression gradually became solemn.

Ning Yin got up and ordered someone to use cold jade and hard ice to make a beautiful ice bed and send it into the secret room.

The well-dressed Yu Lingxi was lying on it, her body was covered with a layer of light blue cold mist, as beautiful as a fairy born in ice and snow.

Ning Yin was very satisfied, the icy blue frost reflected in his lacquer eyes, with a careless softness: “I’ll see you again at night.”

Until now, he still didn’t feel much discomfort.

Whoever murdered Yu Lingxi, he killed that person.

Within two days, the subordinates found out that there was a problem with Yu Lingxi’s tea cup in Zhao’s house.

Even if the Zhao family had destroyed the evidence immediately, the Regent’s Mansion still had connections and means to find clues.

On the third day, Ning Yin went to the Zhao residence.

The Zhao family was destroyed in his hands, and instantly became a purgatory on earth.

He didn’t kill Zhao Yuming because all the most hateful people would stay and torture them slowly, and torture them with life rather than death.

On the fifth day, Ning Yin Youzai went to Dali Temple and broke Xue Cen’s two fingers.

As he said, if Lingxi is reluctant to wake up again, he will kill all her old acquaintances.

On the sixth day, Yu Lingxi was still awake.

The sky was gloomy, and the old disease began to ache again, but no one came up to gently relieve his pain.

Ning Yin went to the soup pool for half an hour and drank a jar of wine.

Strangely, he is not an indulgent person, and he never drinks too much, but today he is quite elegant cup after cup, as if only wine can fill a bottomless vacancy somewhere.

With the catalysis of wine, things that were deliberately suppressed gradually came to my mind and filled my mind.

By the time she had reacted, Ning Yin had already walked into the secret room and stood in front of Yu Lingxi’s ice bed.

Lying for too long, the powder on her face was a little mottled.

She is beautiful by nature. When she drank Jiuyouxiang and mistakenly thought she was going to die, she would still drag her heavy body to paint her eyebrows and apply powder, and then she would go to die after dressing up beautifully.

Thinking of this, Ning Yin took the powder box that was idle on the side and began to slowly paint her eyebrows and make up.

With a sudden shake of his hand, the mouth fat dipped out of the edge of the lip line, Ning Yin patiently raised his fingers to wipe off the excess mouth fat.

He looked at her for a moment, stretched out his fingers and pushed up the corner of her mouth, and said lazily, “Smile.”

The corners of Yu Lingxi’s mouth were stiff, colder than his fingers, and he would never open his wet red eyes like before, looking at him helplessly and pitifully.

Lingxi will never smile at him again.

It wasn’t that she was taking revenge, or that she slept extra long, she died.

The word “death” floated into my heart, tingling slightly.

He didn’t want to admit that momentary panic.

“It’s good to be dead.”

Ning Yin’s thin lips parted lightly, and there was a layer of cold frost on his face.

He laughed again, and died.

Like the hound, it is preserved after death as it was when it was alive.

Yes, there will be no difference. He relieved himself.

On the seventh day, Ning Yin locked all Yu Lingxi’s belongings in the secret room.

Those are Yu Lingxi’s commonly used objects, and they should be by her side.

Hu Tao cried for seven days, knelt in the courtyard and burned paper money, kowtowed to Ning Yin with red and swollen eyes, and swore until her forehead was broken and swollen.

She said, “I beg the lord to show mercy and let the slaves bury the young lady. She can’t be a lonely ghost without a tombstone!”

Ning Yin almost strangled the maid.

It was a great blasphemy to bury the consonance in the dark underground and let her be corrupted into maggots.

Lingxi should always stay in the palace and be by his side.

Since then, Ning Yin has not allowed anyone to mention Yu Lingxi’s name again, and those who violate the order will die.

This group of inferior and mediocre people is not worthy of the name of Lingxi. However, more than that, he couldn’t face the oppressive pain that often appeared in his chest.

Ning Yin thought that the sudden pain was due to the “Hundred Flowers Killing” poison in Yu Lingxi’s body.

Although his physique is special, he is not an indestructible body, and he does not know how long he can live.

But before he dies, he will definitely kill everyone.

Xue Song gave the poison in the tea cup of Zhao Mansion.

He told Zhao Yuming: Xue Cen would give up only when Yu Lingxi disappeared. And only when Xue Cen gave up, could Zhao Yuming have a chance.

So she and Xue Songran were so angry that they joined forces to deceive Xue Cen under the guise of saving people.

Poor Xue Cen, an idiot, didn’t know that he had become an accomplice to Yu Lingxi’s death until the end. He didn’t even know that his “second sister” was no longer alive.

It took Ning Yin two days to uproot the Xue family and his aides, and wipe them out.

The corpses fell one by one in front of him, blood splashed, and he could not feel the slightest pleasure.

He went to prison to torture Xue Cen because he was jealous.

Xue Cen thought that Yu Lingxi was still suffering in the palace, and cursed Ning Yin.

Enough of the scolding, he recounted how he and Yu Lingxi were childhood sweethearts and had no guesses, saying that when they were young, they had been boating on the lake together and chanting poems together…

There are so many beautiful memories between Xue Cen and Yu Lingxi, but there are only threats and intimidation between Ning Yin and Yu Lingxi.

But Ning Yin would not kill Xue Cen.

At least the Yu Lingxi in Xue Cen’s mouth is vivid and real, as if it is still in front of her eyes. It’s good to come and listen to her story occasionally.

Coming out of prison, the cool breeze brushed his cheeks, as if someone ran past him angrily.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed his fingers, but only caught a piece of nothingness.

Back in the hall, Ning Yin put the crutches beside the couch and subconsciously called out, “Lingxi…”

Suddenly, there was a long silence.

There is a smell of consonance everywhere in the air, but there is no consonance everywhere.

The second month of Lingxi’s absence.

It was another rainy night, and no amount of wine could warm the chill that seeped into the bone marrow.

Ning Yin returned to the dormitory slightly drunk, opened the drawer of the low cabinet, and looked at the sachet with crooked pins.

He held it in his hand, stared at the light for a long time, and said with a chuckle, “It’s still ugly.”

For a moment, his lacquer eyes were dignified, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth gradually faded.

He closed his eyes and leaned on the couch, his teeth chattering, and then slowly, slowly, he curled up.

“Lingxi, this king is cold…”

Then he woke up suddenly, looked at the empty pillow, and opened his eyes until dawn.

The third month of Lingxi’s absence.

Ning Yin changed her taste and started to eat her favorite pepper powder tea soup. He followed her example and added spoonfuls of chili powder, so hot that the corners of his eyes were red and his stomach was burning in pain. Instead, he laughed more and more crazily and wantonly.

In the fifth month of Lingxi’s absence, Ning Yin kicked the little emperor off the dragon chair, turning the court upside down.

Standing on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, he calmly accepted the fears and curses of everyone, and looked down upon all beings.

It’s late autumn. I remember that when Lingxi was sent to the palace, it was also a bleak autumn night.

At the beginning of the year, Yu Lingxi begged him to let her go shopping and get some air. At that time, he was busy dealing with the third prince, who was just around the corner, and did not agree.

Thinking of this unfulfilled wish, Ning Yin was rarely elegant and went for a walk on the street.

When everyone saw his extravagant dark purple royal robe, they were so frightened that they took a detour, and even the vendor didn’t even want a stall, and took the children playing on the roadside to hide in the alley.

Ning Yin didn’t care at all. Leaning on a cane, he walked around slowly, then picked up a good-looking white jade hairpin from the jade shop, and subconsciously turned around and said, “Lingxi, this jade…”

The side was empty, and there was no such slender and gentle figure in sight.

When the guard saw his eyes dimmed, he dutifully said, “Your Highness, do you have any orders?”

Ning Yin didn’t speak, threw the hairpin back into the brocade box, turned around and left.

He bought the caramel that Yu Lingxi often eats, stuffed it into his mouth one by one, chewed it and swallowed it. However, no matter how many she ate, it would be hard to taste the sweetness of the sugar in her lips…

Lonely Hong swept across the horizon, making a mournful cry.

Ning Yin stopped.

No one fed him candy, no one sewed new leather boots for him.

It really took him half a year to realize in the dull knife of memories day after day that his consonance was no longer there.

The pain swept through the chest again, suppressed to the extreme, and the internal organs were about to split. Ning Yin spit out a mouthful of blood, attached to the unmelted caramel.

The blood sprayed on the ground like a flower, startling the sugar sellers and guards beside him.

However, before they could come forward, Ning Yin was expressionless, and then spit out a bigger mouthful of blood.

The moment the knife rested on his neck, the hawker who bought the candy was so frightened that his legs fell to his knees: The conscience of heaven and earth! The regent’s vomiting blood has nothing to do with him, there is no poison in his sugar!

Ning Yin raised her fingers indifferently and touched the blood stains on her lips.

The bright red color is not the poison of Hundred Flowers Killing, but it really comes from his internal organs, and it is the blood of his heart that has been late for half a year.

Ning Yin laughed, his shoulders shrugged with laughter, his thin lips were stained red, which made his pale and deep handsome face as terrifying as a ghost.

He won’t cry, but the blood in his mouth has already poured out instead of tears.

“Who are you going to kill today for fun?”

Ning Yin took the handkerchief handed by the attendant tremblingly, pressed the corner of his lips and coughed and smiled.

In the past six months, he has killed countless people, and the innocent and the innocent have long been indistinguishable.

At the end of the fight, he found that the most damning thing was himself.

After the Spring Festival the previous year, he had long known that there were many crises around him, and that many people wanted him to die, which would inevitably affect Yu Lingxi, but he still arrogantly believed that the palace was impregnable, and there would be no surprises.

When he returned from Zhao’s house that day, he had already seen that Yu Lingxi’s face was pale, but he let jealousy go to his head and missed the best time to save people…

Lingxi must have hated him.

It’s good to hate him, Ning Yin dreams of letting Lingxi come back for revenge.

Didn’t she say it? If she died, she would turn into a ghost and come back to seek his life.

But why hasn’t she shown up yet?

Ning Yin coughed up another mouthful of blood, pinched the wet handkerchief, and her dark and cold eyes were already infected with resentment.

The winter night was bitterly cold, and the first snow was caught off guard.

Xue Cen stood disheveled in the prison, staring at the snowy light outside the cramped prison window.

Until now, he didn’t know that Yu Lingxi was dead, and he was still alive. He firmly believes that one day he will be able to take his second sister to escape the bitter sea and run to a paradise…

It must be a very beautiful picture, Xue Cen waited day after day with a small smile of hope hanging from the corner of his mouth.

As for the regent’s palace, the fire shone half of the sky red.

Ning Yin dragged his body covered in blood and staggered into the secret passage that he had not dared to set foot in for half a year.

The ice bed is still the same, and the red clothes are like fire.

“This king has waited for you for eight months and nine days.”

Ning Yin gently put the blood-stained cane aside, leaned over to reflect the cold light of the ice bed, and complained lazily, “You broke your promise, Lingxi.”

“But it’s fine.”

Ning Yin’s tone quickly became relaxed, frantic and convoluted, “This time, this king will find you.”

The door of the secret room closed slowly behind him, and it was deadlocked.

With a satisfied smile, Ning Yin hugged Yu Lingxi in a side-lying position.

forever.

[End of This Chapter]