Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 49

[Chapter 49 Chapter 49]

At the end of Hai, Yu Huanchen came back alone in the dark of night.

Su Wan got up immediately, stepped forward and said nervously, “Husband, have you found Suishui?”

Yu Huanchen’s face was solemn, he shook his head and said, “Yu Xinyi is leading the guards to search. How are your parents?”

“Auntie heard the wind and the old disease relapsed, so she barely fell asleep after drinking the soup.”

Su Wan poured a cup of tea for him and said in a low voice, “Father went to Jingzhao Mansion and hasn’t returned yet.”

Yu Huanchen took the tea cup and nodded thoughtfully.

The gangster openly assassinated the chariots and horses of the military generals in the DPRK at Yongning Bridge, but the patrolling envoy to maintain the safety of the capital was late, and it was a bit sloppy to conclude the case with Mobei people’s vendetta…

Unless, it is the above people instructed.

Yu Huanchen had checked the weapons and weapons used by the assassin, and they were all coated with highly poisonous. The younger sister was injured on the arm, and this time she was taken away by Wei Qi for two hours, and her life and death are unknown.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly found that my wife beside me had not moved for a long time.

Yu Huanchen looked to the side, and saw Su Wan sitting behind the desk with his head lowered, the tip of his nose was red, and his ten thin fingers were about to tear the veil. Remember m for a second. biqiudu. com

Yu Huanchen lowered his head and leaned closer, looking at her big, tearful eyes, and asked uncomfortably, “What’s wrong?”

He suddenly came over, Su Wan quickly turned his face away and wiped his eyes, and said with guilt, “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t called Suishui out of the house, I wouldn’t have hurt her…”

As he spoke, his voice choked, his head lowered a little, and only a slightly trembling lower jaw could be seen.

Yu Huanchen felt as if he had been slashed by a knife, his fingers curled up, clumsily wiping away his wife’s tears.

“I don’t blame you, the assassin is coming for me.”

Yu Huanchen explained, “If you want to blame me, you should not let you go out of the house in my carriage.”

Right now, I can only see Wei Qi, can he treat his sister well?

…

When Yu Lingxi woke up, it was night time.

The eye-catching red gauze soft tent and flower candlesticks made her feel dazed for a moment.

If it wasn’t for the pain from the neatly bandaged arrow wound on her arm, she almost thought she was still in a dream of a previous life.

Probably after detoxification, Yu Lingxi’s mind was very clear. Looking slightly sideways, he saw that Ning Yin had changed into a snow-colored robe, and sat in the seat by the couch with his legs crossed, supporting his temples and closing his eyes.

He was used to seeing him wearing dark uniforms on weekdays, but when he changed his style, he had the beauty of a mountain god. The light hit his side face, his nose was straight and his lips were pale, and the thick eyelashes were lightly closed, covering the pair of too cold and thin Ling Han eyes, and the whole person became soft.

The memories before the coma emerged little by little, Yu Lingxi remembered that he was delirious and said a lot of nonsense, and he remembered Ning Yin’s dark red eyes.

Is he just like this, always guarding himself?

Yu Lingxi’s heart moved slightly and her eyes softened.

Just as he was about to take a second look, he saw the thin lips parted lightly, and said slowly, “Miss still has the strength to peek, I think it will be a good recovery.”

While speaking, Ning Yin opened his eyelashes, revealing a pair of eyes that were thicker than the night.

Yu Lingxi suspected that he must have had a third eye.

She sat up a little while enduring the pain, and the consultant said, “Where is this place?”

“The brothel.” Ning Yin said.

Yu Lingxi blinked, the quilt slipped off her chest weakly, revealing a thin and transparent veil. On the top of the red gauze tent, there is also a spring picture of a man and a woman overlapping with white flowers…

Yu Lingxi looked away, her little expression did not hide from Ning Yin’s eyes.

He raised his eyebrows: “Here things are bold, but they are all clean.”

“Then this dress…”

“Of course I changed the clothes for the young lady myself.”

The corners of Ning Yin’s lips curled up imperceptibly, “The hands of others are dirty, and they are not worthy to serve Miss.”

Yu Lingxi couldn’t return to her senses, not because she felt ashamed, but she couldn’t imagine how Ning Yin, who would trample the world on his feet, was in such a mood to wait for others to dress and untie.

He hadn’t bothered to do such a thing before.

The light fabric on her body seemed to be warm, and she said “Oh”, “Thank you.”

Unexpectedly, the injury on her arm caused her to “his” in pain.

Ning Yin frowned, got up and grabbed an embroidered pillow behind her waist, then opened the door and explained something to the person waiting outside.

When he came back with the medicine bowl, he saw Yu Lingxi kneeling and leaning over with frowning, rummaging on the couch to find something.

Ning Yin’s gaze followed her soft and black hair, stopped for a while at the concave waist, and pressed her forward on the couch to sit down and ask, “What are you looking for?”

“Where’s my jade?”

Yu Lingxi hugged the quilt, endured the pain of the wound and made a gesture, “It’s the piece of ink-colored jade that was in the sandalwood box earlier.”

What kind of baby thing deserves her so much concern?

Thinking of how she was holding the box and unable to drink water, Ning Yin stirred the soup with a porcelain spoon and said coolly, “I lost it.”

“what……”

Yu Lingxi sighed softly, unable to hide his regret, “That jade blank was originally intended for you.”

The hand stirring the porcelain spoon gave a slight pause.

“But it’s okay, I’ll give you a better one next time.”

The rest of his life after the catastrophe is the greatest blessing, and Yu Lingxi does not care about such gains and losses.

She looked at the bowl of dark-brown soup in Ning Yin’s hands, swallowed, and finally stretched out her uninjured right hand, “I’ll do it myself.”

The fingertips are thin and white, showing a lustrous luster like jade in the candlelight.

Where else do you need to give away jade?

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows slightly: Isn’t the best jade right in front of you?

He turned a blind eye to Yu Lingxi’s outstretched right hand, only slowly scooped a spoonful of the soup, blew it a little, and brought it to her lips.

Yu Lingxi was surprised, and then smiled lightly: “There is no one else here, your Highness doesn’t have to do this.”

Ning Yin raised his eyes.

After thinking of something, he nodded and said, “Forget it, Miss doesn’t like me feeding with my hands, so I have to change it.”

After saying that, he took back the porcelain spoon and put it in his mouth.

He deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, and Yu Lingxi had no idea.

He had to lean over and bite his spoon, and sipped the bitter soup medicine into his mouth at a speed that could not cover his ears.

Because the rushing action was too hasty, a little of the decoction spilled out and dripped onto Ning Yin’s lower skirt along the corner of Yu Lingxi’s lips, dizzying two light brown wet marks.

Ning Yin’s dark eyes dazzled with very shallow waves, and wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.

“Hey, don’t get your clothes dirty.”

Yu Lingxi wanted to hide, but when she saw Ning Yin’s eyes sank, she obediently stayed still.

Ning Yin slowly wiped the corner of her mouth and said indifferently, “Miss’s mouth is not dirty.”

I’ve tasted it before, it’s sweet.

After wiping his mouth, he started feeding the medicine again.

Yu Lingxi seemed to know Ning Yin on the first day, and looked at him without blinking, even forgetting the bitterness of the soup.

She has always been afraid of hardship. In the past, she used to hold her nose and take a sip of medicine. This time, Ning Yin fed her spoon by spoon.

Whether it was an illusion or not, she felt that Ning Yin’s temper was too good at this time.

However, when he thinks of his deep thoughts, the more calm he is, the more out of control he will feel, and he is afraid that something will be hidden in his heart.

She worried about it for a long time, but Ning Yin thought she was feeling bitter, so she took a candied fruit from the small plate next to her and stuffed it between her bitter lips.

Yu Lingxi was stunned for a moment, holding the candied fruit, sweet from the tip of his tongue to the bottom of his heart.

She hugged her knees and let the three thousand blue silk hang down from her shoulders, quietly savoring the sweetness at this time.

“Do you know the identity of the assassin?” Ning Yin picked up the handkerchief and slowly wiped off the sugar stains on her fingertips.

Hearing this, Yu Lingxi recalled the scene before and after the assassination.

When blocked on the bridge, the disguised assassin had been secretly observing the carriage of Yu Mansion. After the assassination, the leading assassins seemed to hesitate for a moment when they saw her and Su Wan.

“We were riding in the carriage that my brother used to go to court. The assassin must have mistaken us in the car for his brother.”

Yu Lingxi thought for a while and said, “There are many people in the court who are afraid of their elder brother, but there are very few people who have the ability to mobilize such a master to assassinate them in the street.”

Those who dare to act directly in such a rude way are nothing more than those who rely on the blessing of the imperial power.

Ning Yin laughed, not too stupid.

He threw the handkerchief on the table at will, lowered his eyes and said, “Just after the child, sleep a little longer.”

Yu Lingxi pulled away from his thoughts, shook his head and said, “I just woke up and I’m not sleepy.”

“Clearing the poison requires rest, and there is soothing herb in the decoction.”

Ning Yin leaned over, put her hand lightly on her eyes, and said in a low voice, “Close your eyes.”

His vision was dark, Yu Lingxi’s eyelashes trembled uncomfortably in his palm, and for a moment, a sense of drowsiness really came.

She closed her eyes very slowly, and after a while, her breathing gradually became longer, and she fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

When she fell asleep, Ning Yin slowly released her palm and pulled the quilt for her.

Then get up, push the door and go out.

The moment he walked out of the warm light, the shallow light in Ning Yin’s eyes also disappeared, dazzling Ling Han’s gloom.

Dai Lan’s fog was dizzy, the stars and moon were dull, and in the quiet night, Zhe Ji had already led his subordinates to kneel before the steps.

…

Mao Shi, the East Palace.

When it was almost time to enter the palace to greet him early, Ning Tan lay down in leather clothes and slammed things down.

“Trash! It’s all a bunch of trash!”

His face turned purple with anger, “If I make a mistake with a woman, I won’t be able to kill someone. This is the first time? What’s the use of raising this group of trash alone!”

The palace maid and the servants knelt on the ground, but Yingwei Lang, who was supported by him, was not seen.

“Where’s the shadow slave?”

Ning Tan shouted the name of Shadow Guard loudly, “Cui An, you go and call him over to me! The trouble of the Yu family is at odds with the old seven, and must not stay!”

Cui An bowed and ordered to retreat.

Cui An was disdainful of running errands for Ning Tan, but this time it felt strange.

The Shadow Guard was born with the dark night, and did all the unseen activities for the East Palace. This is the first time.

Could it be that he missed the mission and ran away?

impossible.

Cui Anji quickly denied this statement, that the group of shadow guards were dead soldiers who were privately raised by Ning Tanhua. They had been raised for ten years, and they were still loyal.

Ning Tan has been sitting in the East Palace for so many years, and he only has such a team that completely obeys him, and he takes it very seriously.

One mistake, not to abscond.

The Shadow Guard is hidden in the Guangzhai Gate adjacent to the East Palace, and it will arrive in a quarter of an hour.

Cui An got off the sedan chair and walked slowly to the door of the Shadow Guard, when he felt something was wrong.

The gate of the Shadow Guard was closed and no one was on duty, but there was a strong smell of blood.

The last time I smelled such a strong bloody smell was five or six years ago.

Cui An’s eyes darkened, and he signaled his subordinates to be alert, then raised his hand on the door and pushed it hard.

The door creaked open, and sticky scarlet dripped from the beam.

Looking around, the morning light is faint.

More than 80 corpses in the Shadow Guard Institute hang neatly and bloody under the corridor. When the wind blows, they all sway gently in a whirl.

After ten years of hard work, Donggong was completely slaughtered overnight.

[End of This Chapter]