Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 44

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Ning Yin was too lazy to deal with it, but Xue took himself too seriously.

“How about I give you a choice?”

The young man raised his dark eyes and said, “You might as well take a look, she has some weight in your heart.”

“Varied……”

Before Xue Cen could finish his words, a gust of wind blew up in front of him.

Then a cold light flashed, and a cold short blade slid across his neck. The blade was as thin as autumn water, cut off a strand of hair behind his ear, and fell to the ground.

Xue Cen was clinging to the wall, his whole body froze, his angry face quickly turned pale.

“Want to live, or do you want your second sister?”

Ning Yin held a short blade in his hand, as if he was playing some kind of fun game, calm and graceful, “I count three, one.”

Xue Cen has lived a noble and elegant life for the past twenty years, not to mention swearing, and he never even said a few heavy words.

This time around the neck of the knife holder, after holding it for a long time, only two quivering words came out: “Shameless!” biqiudu. com

Ning Yin narrowed his eyes: “Two.”

“I’m going to tell you…”

“one.”

Xue Cen prided himself on being upright and arrogant, but at this moment all his modesty and self-discipline fell apart in front of this ruthless and savage young man.

His Adam’s apple twitched, and he said with difficulty: “Let me go.”

“Choose to live?”

The cold light of the blade reflected in Ning Yin’s eyes, arbitrary and cold.

This is the childhood sweetheart that Yu Lingxi will protect even if she punishes herself with three whips, and this is Xue Erlang, who she hides in her heart and says that killing him is tantamount to stabbing her…

Miss, I gave him the chance to choose.

It was him who gave up on you.

“It’s just a joke, don’t blame it.” Ning Yin’s smile was filled with pity and contempt.

Yu Lingxi didn’t let him kill Xue Cen, but he really didn’t.

It’s just scaring, it’s not a big deal.

You see, he is very good now! Ning Yin praised herself in her heart.

But Xue Cen obviously didn’t think so.

There was still the thin and cold touch of the blade on the side of his neck, and he didn’t believe it was a joke.

For a moment, this young man was really tempted to kill, forcing him to make a choice against his will.

His lips pursed together, and after a while, he said hoarsely, “Despicable.”

He scolded and scolded, and there were only two words “shameless” and “despicable”, and Ning Yin was tired of hearing it.

“Second son Xue might as well use two words to scold, such as animals, livestock, and wolf-hearted.”

Ning Yin said, “However, as far as you are, a foolish and incompetent coward in the guise of a high-sounding name, these words of mine are really not abusive words.”

Xue Cen looked at him now, as if he was looking at an unreasonable lunatic.

“Second Young Master, if you want to meddle in your own business in the future, you might as well think about your choice today.”

Ning Yin turned his fingertips, retracted the blade into his sleeve, and smiled calmly, “Ask yourself again, do you deserve it?”

Xue Cen’s face was pale, if others mocked him like this, he would definitely refute and question whether the other party could make a better choice than him.

But this young man once caught up with Miss Yu’s mad horse while hunting in the spring, and when she fell off a cliff, he desperately protected her, and used his own blood to save her who was on the line…

But to love someone, do you have to be cruel and savage?

For ten years, he watched his second sister grow from a tiny little girl to the curvaceous appearance she is today. If she is in danger, he will stand up to help without hesitation and protect her in his own way… The choice given by the other party has no practical significance at all.

How can such an unscrupulous teenager be a good match for the second sister?

Xue Cen was unwilling to let her bright eyes stay for another man.

“Oh…why am I lying on the ground? Hey, why does my chest hurt so much, it looks like someone has stepped on it hard.”

The stunned young servant woke up yoyo, caught a glimpse of Xue Cen standing beside him, and quickly got up and said, “Second Young Master, why is your face so bad? Where’s the guard?”

Xue Cen was still dignified and dignified, but his eyes were a little more tired and tired. He closed his eyes and said, “Go back to the house.”

He must find out where the young man came from.

A quarter of an hour later.

The caramel in his mouth was chewed, and Ning Yin followed the direction in which the paper kite fell and stood outside the back door of a family.

Looking over the wall, a tall ginkgo branch in the courtyard was lush and leafy, and the Qingluan kite was weakly hanging on the top branch.

The wall was low, so Ning Yin jumped in effortlessly, walked under the huge ginkgo tree that was hugged by one person, raised his hand and pressed it lightly on the thick trunk.

With the palm of his hand, the tree trunk trembled, the kite flew down together with the rustling leaves, and swayed and landed in his palm.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, and he said “tsk” regretfully: the wing bones were broken, and they had to be repaired for a while.

There was the sound of footsteps in the distance. It was the child of the homeowner who ran over with a windmill. Seeing the strange young man in the courtyard, he couldn’t help but froze in place.

“Child, if others see me doing bad things, I will die.”

Ning Yin carried Zhi Yuan behind him and said coldly.

The child sniffed, biting his fingers and staring at him blankly.

“However, I’m in a hurry to go back and fix it, and don’t eat children.”

Ning Yin raised a finger towards the child and made a silent gesture.

Then the door was opened, and Dalala left.

…

Tomorrow is the Duanyang Festival, and the servants hang wormwood at the door and sprinkle realgar.

At this time of the year, Mrs. Yu would order the pantry to pack a lot of rice dumplings and give them to the servants and maids of the house together with the reward.

The servants lined up to receive their rewards, and the front yard was very lively.

Yu Lingxi had nothing to do, and also wove five longevity strands by himself, and each family gave one as a gift.

The remaining one, she tucked into her sleeve.

The time has come, and today happens to be the last day to get the medicine.

Although the body is no longer hot today, for the sake of safety, it is more appropriate to eat the last one.

Knowing Ning Yin’s temperament, Yu Lingxi would definitely disdain going to the front yard to celebrate the festival with everyone. After thinking about it, she asked the maid to prepare a few warm rice dumplings and a pot of calamus wine in a food box. Go to the backyard.

When Yu Lingxi entered the door, Ning Yin was carefully washing his hands, and there was a jar of cool paste on the table, along with brushes, paper and pen and other items.

“Wei Qi, what are you doing with the paste?” Yu Lingxi gently placed the food box on the table and asked in confusion.

Ning Yin didn’t answer, she just lightly shook off the water stains on her hands, bent her legs and sat down, “Take it yourself.”

Yu Lingxi knew that he was talking about the antidote for today.

Staring at Ning Yin’s pale thin lips for a moment, she finally held her breath, leaning towards Ning Yin while supporting the case.

She thought it was still the same as yesterday’s “holding” method, but when her lips were gently pressed, she realized that there was nothing between his teeth and lips.

Ning Yin’s breathing stagnated for a short time, and then she laughed sullenly.

Yu Lingxi hunted wild geese all day long, but was pecked in the eye by the wild goose. For the first time, she would get the wrong idea, her ears were red and her eyes were raised like a hook.

She retreated a little, pursed her lips and snorted: “Are you kidding me?”

“Miss threw herself at me regardless, and bit me back, so it doesn’t make sense.”

Ning Yin blinked his eyes very slowly, raised his wet hands to show his innocence, “My hands are wet, I just want the young lady to take the medicine by herself.”

It’s a matter of giving a medicine that’s easy to use, and you have to make so many tricks.

Yu Lingxi was helpless and asked softly, “Where is it?”

Ning Yin lowered his eyes: “In my arms.”

Yu Lingxi stretched out his hand and probed into the placket of his shirt.

“Above, to the left.”

Ning Yin hissed, “Where are you going, Miss?”

“Where do I have it? I didn’t touch you.”

Nothing was said by him, and Yu Lingxi gave him a soft and annoyed look.

After finally getting the medicine bottle, Yu Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight.

He poured the pills in and swallowed them in one breath, but he was still suffocated by the huge bitterness at that moment, so he hurriedly poured a cup of tea and drank the pills.

Ning Yin didn’t have the opportunity to “do it yourself” to relieve her suffering, so she rubbed her fingers and looked rather regretful.

Yu Lingxi pretended not to see his careful thoughts, and when the bitter taste subsided, he brought out the dumplings and calamus wine and placed them on the table.

“Duanyang tomorrow, I specially invite you to celebrate together.”

With that said, Yu Lingxi touched the cuffs and said softly, “Put out your hand.”

Ning Yin turned her head to the side, wondering what she was going to think about.

But he still obediently stretched out his left hand and placed it flat on the table.

Yu Lingxi saw sharply that the apricot white streamer on his left wrist was gone. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he hasn’t seen the shadow of the streamer on his wrist these days.

He asked casually, “Where are your souvenirs?”

Ning Yin immediately understood, looked up at her slowly, and said, “Throw it away.”

Yu Lingxi suddenly laughed.

If he really threw it, his expression would be very cold, so he wouldn’t be staring at his own reaction like this.

But he didn’t sway around with the streamer to remind her what happened in the secret room of Jinyun Temple more than ten days ago, but Yu Lingxi thanked God instead.

She smiled lightly, blinked her eyelashes and said, “throw it away and throw it away, I’ll give you a better one.”

After saying that, he took out the longevity strand hidden in his sleeve and lightly tied it on Ning Yin’s wrist.

His complexion is cold and white, and the five-colored longevity strands are tied around his wrist, which is indescribably beautiful.

Ning Yin lowered her eyelids, stared at her flexible and delicate fingertips without blinking, and asked, “What did the lady do?”

Yu Lingxi said “um” generously.

“You asked me to think about it for myself yesterday. When I made up this longevity thread, I really thought about it.”

She lowered her eyelashes and tied the rope button to Ning Yin earnestly, “Yesterday, there was no big deal in the mansion, only the servants and servants were idle and talked about my marriage. I have already reprimanded them…”

The hand on the table tightened, rubbing the pulp of his fingers.

Yu Lingxi took a panoramic view of his subtle reaction and continued: “I have no plans to get married recently. In this life, maybe I will never like other men again. With Xue Erlang, we are only childhood sweethearts and brothers and sisters. .”

The hand rubbing the pulp of the fingers paused, and changed to leisurely clicking on the table, again and again.

“Why do you want to explain this, miss?”

Ning Yin supported her head to look at her, her tone was light, but she was obviously warmed up a lot, not as cold as yesterday.

“It’s always right to explain, what if someone takes it seriously?”

Yu Lingxi held back a smile and looked up at Ning Yin’s deep eyes, “Okay.”

Ning Yin raised his hand and shook the longevity strand on his wrist.

Wearing a long life on a wicked person like him is simply an irony to the gods.

However, it feels good.

“Fancy.” He disliked it, but five colors of light fell in his eyes, swaying a shallow arc.

“No matter how fancy things are, they look good on you.” Yu Lingxi snorted.

This sentence is not flattery, but the truth of two lifetimes.

Ning Yin shook the knot again, and said with a low smile, “The three days of medicine have not been fed in vain, and the lady’s mouth has become sweeter.”

Thinking of the two thrilling feeding methods, Yu Lingxi’s cheeks became hot.

She cleared her throat and tried to make the topic more serious: “I want to drink calamus wine on the Duanyang Festival, and the new brew from Wangxianlou, you can try it.”

Today, Ning Yin was probably in a good mood, and she was very respectful. She took out the jug and poured a glass of wine according to her words—

It was the cup that Yu Lingxi had just used to drink tea.

“Hey, this is me…”

Yu Lingxi was about to remind him to change to a new cup, when he saw Ning Yin pick up the cup of wine, turned the cup, and took a sip of her lips towards the place where there was a slight stain on her mouth.

The fat print on Ning Yin’s lips, leaving a light color, was rolled by his tongue to taste.

“…Drinked.” Yu Lingxi dazedly finished the words.

[End of This Chapter]