Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 50

[Chapter 50 Chapter 50]

Yu Lingxi was awakened by the subtle sound of water flowing.

Probably because last night’s decoction had analgesic and soothing effects, not only did it not feel uncomfortable when I opened my eyes, but it was refreshing.

It was already bright outside the window, and beside the washstand, Ning Yin was naked, twisting a pure white cotton towel.

Clear cold water squeezed out from between his cold white and slender fingers, with a pattering sound. As if his hands were contaminated with some filth, he turned his palms and carefully scrubbed them for a long time.

When he exerted force, the tendons on the back of his hands and the muscles in his shoulders and arms also bulged appropriately, as if carved from the finest cold jade, his ink hair scattered, with a little misty dampness.

Yu Lingxi suddenly realized that over the past six months, Ning Yin’s body is no longer thin and green, but has a strong and strong body that is close to the previous life, and every muscle is full of ready-to-go strength.

He is, just came back from outside?

Just thinking about it, Ning Yin wiped his hands, grabbed the clothes on the wooden rack and put them on.

Although it was still a snow-colored robe, it was slightly different from the one last night.

“Wei Qi.”

Yu Lingxi sat up, her voice hoarse after sleeping, softly, “Have you not slept all night? Where have you been?” Remember m. biqiudu. com

Ning Yin put on his belt unhurriedly, twisted a clean handkerchief again, twisted it with his white-soaked fingers, walked to the seat beside the couch and sat down, folded his legs and said, “Go and order lantern.”

Yu Lingxi was puzzled: “Light a lantern?”

“I ordered more than 80, and it’s beautiful.”

Ning Yin smiled lowly and put a wet handkerchief over Yu Lingxi’s sleepy face.

With his sight blocked, Yu Lingxi remembered those “sky lanterns” and “beautiful lanterns” in his previous life, and then recalled the way he wiped his hands with suffocation, and probably guessed what he did last night.

Yu Lingxi didn’t ask too much, just took off the wet handkerchief on her face and wiped her cheeks obediently.

Seeing that Ning Yin was looking at herself, she thought for a while, and then smiled slightly: “If you like lights, we can set up prayer lights on the night of Qixi Festival.”

Ning Yin raised his eyes slightly.

He knew that Yu Lingxi had guessed it, and thought that he would see disgust or disappointment on her face, but he did not expect such a painless sentence.

She did not hesitate to use the greatest kindness to resolve the hostility, so Ning Yin also went down the ladder, and the knuckles that tapped on the armrest of the chair gradually eased.

Yu Lingxi only had one hand to use, and she wiped her face slowly and carefully. The pure white cotton cloth wiped little by little on the cheeks that were as white as snow, along her jaw to her pretty collarbone, and then stopped.

Ning Yin’s fingertips on the armrest of the seat slowed down, and her eyes stopped.

“It’s done.” She folded the handkerchief carefully and put it on the edge of the couch.

Ning Yin watched her for a while, then leaned over to pick up the small medicine jar that had been sitting on the table for a long time, “Miss, it’s time to change the medicine.”

Yu Lingxi reached out to pick it up, but Ning Yin retracted his hand, holding the medicine jar in his hand and slowly turning it.

Seeing that he didn’t move for a while, Yu Lingxi looked at the tricky wound on her upper arm and understood what he meant.

She took a moment to convince herself, and said softly, “Then I’ll bother you.”

She lifted the tie, paused, and continued to remove the tulle shirt on the left to the bend of her elbow, revealing her shoulders and arms as white as snow, as well as the neatly embroidered apricot-pink myrobalan.

Because of the delicate skin, the wound on his arm is more and more distressing.

Ning Yin untied the knot of the bandage, and his voice became hoarse: “Be patient.”

The blood scab and the bandage stick together, and it hurts to disassemble.

Yu Lingxi bent her legs and put her chin on her knees, frowning and holding her breath in pain.

After Ning Yin cleaned up the wound, she picked a little ointment with her fingers and rubbed it on her wound.

The ointment stings, Yu Lingxi’s whole body is tensed, and a beautiful and stubborn arc is sunken at the collarbone, biting his lips and saying nothing.

Ning Yin glanced at the pitiful appearance of her trembling eyelashes, put her lips together, and blew lightly on her red, swollen and scabbed wound.

The warm air blew past, causing Yu Lingxi to tremble suddenly.

Ning Yin raised his eyes, the dark ink dripped from behind his ears, scratching Yu Lingxi’s fingers on the edge of the couch.

“Pain?” he asked.

Yu Lingxi endured the sensitive trembling, shook her head and said hoarsely, “Itching.”

Ning Yin seemed to have discovered an interesting secret, and sneered softly.

The air he exhaled brushed over her wound, smoothing the burning pain like a feather.

“Do not laugh.”

Yu Lingxi tightened the bedding, always feeling that he was teasing her as if he was teasing a cat, so she couldn’t help but said weakly, “Don’t you have a time to be ticklish?”

Only then did she realize that Ning Yin was indeed not afraid of itching, or even pain.

She was annoyed when she heard Ning Yin say, “There are times when you are ticklish.”

Yu Lingxi was surprised, even forgetting the pain, she turned her head to look at him.

“Where?” she asked suspiciously.

In her two lifetimes, she did not know that Ning Yin was ticklish.

Ning Yin raised her eyes and looked back at her eyelashes that looked like ink lines. She slowly wrapped the bandages, then raised her knuckles with the scent of medicine, and lightly tapped the corner of her eyes.

Seeing her hooked eyes made her heart itch.

Yu Lingxi closed her eyes, felt his fingertips leave at the touch of a finger, and opened them again.

He suddenly raised his hand and touched the end of his eye that he touched.

Hesitating for a while: Touch your eyes…what does that mean?

…

Light House Gate, Shadow Guard.

Ning Tan, who arrived in a hurry, looked at the white cloth covering the corpse, and the shock in his eyes gradually turned into panic.

This kind of panic is not just from death itself, but a panic of watching other people’s power rise above one’s own head. A prince without the strength of his henchmen is just an empty puppet, and it will fall when pushed.

Moreover, he is no longer the only prince of the David dynasty.

Ning Tan took a step back, stepped in the slippery blood, and staggered to grab Cui An’s shirt.

“Who did it? What should I do?”

His eyes were red, incompetent and decadent, “Aren’t you the smartest, Cui An? Go and save the murderer for me, immediately! Slash with a thousand swords!”

Cui An allowed him to hold on to his collar and remained motionless.

Ning Tan roared to himself for a while, and then realized in the endless silence that his shadow guard was dead, and no one would truly be loyal to him.

Cui An was a member of the mother’s queen, and the Xue family’s allegiance was Donggong Orthodox, not his Ningtan.

Ning Tan let go of his hand in a daze, his wings were cut off bit by bit, and he couldn’t do anything but howl.

Cui An frowned and stroked the placket of his clothes, then said slowly, “My Lady asked Her Highness to retreat to the East Palace to avoid the limelight for a while.”

Empress… By the way, he still has an empress.

There is no mother who does not feel sorry for her child, and she will definitely stabilize the position of the prince for herself.

Ning Tan got on the chariot in despair and hurried towards Kunning Palace.

In the side hall, the queen is closing her eyes and raising her heart.

Hearing the prince entering the hall to greet him, she said without raising her eyes, “Didn’t you let the prince stay in the East Palace?”

“Mother, help your son!”

Ning Tan knelt down in panic, pulling the queen’s sleeves like a child until she burst into tears.

“Bengong already knows the news about the Shadow Guard Institute. As the crown prince raising private soldiers, you have already committed a taboo. For now, the plan is to clean up the funeral, and don’t leave any trouble.”

The queen closed her eyes and said calmly, “Go back, you don’t have to come to say hello recently.”

“The queen mother, the son-in-law is a prince, not a prisoner. What is the difference between living in the East Palace and abolishing the prince?”

Ning Tan is unwilling, and when it comes to excitement, he has no choice but to say, “Even if there are so many rumors that you are not my biological mother and provoked the relationship between our mother and son, my son has never believed it… Even if the whole world does not help my son, you will You can’t just sit back and ignore it.”

The queen turned the hand of the bead for a while and opened her eyes.

Those empty eyes turned to the prince and called out, “Cui An.”

Cui An understood, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Ning Tan, who was sobbing.

Before Ning Tan could react, he saw a slap slapped heavily on his face, slapping him into a daze.

Ning Tan couldn’t believe that this eunuch actually beat him.

He was like a child who had lost a toy and couldn’t wait to cry to his mother, but in return he was slapped mercilessly.

“Prince lost his words.” The queen looked at him and said lightly.

The way she looked at her son was always flat and cold, as if it was no different from looking at the servants of the palace servants. Even with palm mouth education, she is reluctant to do it herself.

Ning Tan covered his face, still stiff.

Something dark was awakened, and it was ravaging wildly in his heart.

Empress… Is it really his biological empress?

…

Yu Lingxi had eaten breakfast and felt that the wound was less painful, so she tried to walk on the ground.

The brothel is the most lively at night, but it is very quiet during the day. When the sun just passed, I could only hear a few lutes of pipa music coming from the elegant room upstairs.

Pushing the door and going out, in the tea pavilion at the end of the corridor, Ning Yin was sitting by the railing in light clothes, looking out of the window, looking at something with interest.

There were two people standing beside him, one with burns and scars on his face, Yu Lingxi knew that it was the medicine man in the black market of Xiandu in the Desire Realm, and Ning Yin should have come to detoxify her.

The other was a tall, silent man, carrying a half-human-height epee, standing silently in the shadows.

Seeing Yu Lingxi coming, the two nodded slightly to her, and then left.

“What are you looking at?”

Yu Lingxi walked over lightly, without asking why there were so many strange people around Ning Yin.

Ning Yin casually went to the case and nodded, motioning Yu Lingxi to sit down.

Yu Lingxi sat down according to his words and looked down along his line of sight, only to see a flower girl hugging her benefactor in the courtyard, saying goodbye.

The Hua Niang was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful face and loose hair on the temples, but Enke was a poor scholar in half-old Confucian clothes.

The scholar hurriedly put on his clothes and ties and said, “Niang Ying, this time the money is also on credit…”

“Don’t you know what I’m thinking? If you say this, you look down on me!”

Hua Niang stared, bit her lip and pushed him, “Let’s go, don’t let Duke Gui find out!”

The scholar took out a tied section of broken hair from his arms and handed it to Hua Niang before slipping away through the back door.

Hua Niang held the strand of hair in her hands and stood in the courtyard for a long time before she reluctantly went back to her room.

Yu Lingxi took his eyes back, and saw Ning Yin insisting on the cup and sneered: “It’s all about taking money to do things, but voluntarily doing business at a loss, is it ridiculous?”

Yu Lingxi tilted the corners of her mouth and thought, “What’s so ridiculous? Before the Hua Niang and the benefactor were not tempted, they naturally got what they wanted, but after they liked someone, it was no longer a business. Change your heart to your heart.”

Thinking of Hua Niang’s infatuation, she couldn’t help but sigh: “Probably emotional matters, I shouldn’t care about benefits.”

Ning Yin looked up at her.

After looking at it for a long time, Fang faintly repeated: “If you like someone, it is no longer a business?”

Yu Lingxi looked back at him and nodded.

Isn’t that so? This sentence is correct.

“I stayed in the mansion of the young lady, and I got what I needed. But yesterday, I took action to exterminate the assassins, but it was a business at a loss, and it was not beneficial to me…”

Ning Yin shook the tea cup and said thoughtfully, “Miss, what do you think I am?”

A ray of morning light spilled in from the window, fell on his rippling cup, and reflected in his eyes

So the dark eyes also glowed with amber-gold luster, staring at the soul, seductively sinking.

Yu Lingxi’s heart skipped a beat.

Any thought flashed by, and before it was caught, it became clear.

She thought: At least it can be proved that the Yu family occupies a very important position in Ning Yin’s heart, even heavier than the other chips in his hand…

The original purpose of taking in Ning Yin had already been achieved.

But she was talented, what was she expecting?

“I do not know.”

Her face was frank, her clean eyes carried the warm sun by the window, and she said lightly and earnestly, “But Your Highness can tell me the answer.”

The clouds are idle, and the shadows of the trees are whirling.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

“Miss has always been very thoughtful, why is she so slow today.”

Ning Yin was slightly displeased, blaming her for being clear by onlookers, but being confused by the authorities.

Yu Lingxi didn’t hear the answer, and lowered her eyelashes.

Ning Yin put down the cup and asked lightly, “Is there anything else?”

Only then did Yu Lingxi remember the purpose of her search for him, and she couldn’t help but suppress the ripples in her heart.

“I want to go home.”

Yu Lingxi said, “I’ve been out all night, my parents and siblings will be worried.”

Ning Yin casually turned the cup on the table, his slender knuckles twisted and loosened, and Yu Lingxi’s heart dropped with the cup.

It wasn’t until a slight apprehension appeared in her beautiful eyes of autumn water that Ning Yin moved the corner of her mouth and said mercifully, “Wait for another half an hour.”

Yu Lingxi wondered, “Why?”

Ning Yin looked at the gray falcon on the opposite roof ridge, and his voice was cold: “There are too many trash fish near Yu Mansion, so we need to clean it up.”

At that time, Ning Yin really drove Yu Lingxi back to the mansion.

When the guards outside the door saw Yu Lingxi, they flew back to report.

After a short while, Yu Xinyi supported Mrs. Yu, Yu Huanchen led Su Wan, and the whole family came out, surrounding Yu Lingxi to ask questions.

“Sui Sui!” Su Wan rushed over and cried all night, her eyes were swollen.

Mrs. Yu also took the youngest daughter’s hand and kept choking: “Just come back, just come back.”

Yu Huanchen stood in front of the steps, frowning at the young man standing beside the car with his hands behind his back.

The eyes of the two met, it was a test and a confrontation.

“Brother, thanks to Wei Qi this time.”

Yu Lingxi moved away without a trace, blocking Yu Huanchen’s excessive sight, and said with a smile, “If he hadn’t hurriedly led me to find a good medical treatment, I don’t know what would have happened.”

The family looked towards Ning Yin, only Yu Huanchen looked complicated.

“Brother.”

Yu Lingxi tugged at his sleeve, pleading in his eyes, “If you have something to say, let’s go back and talk?”

Yu Huanchen glanced at his sister, then sighed.

He clasped his fists towards Ning Yin Yaoyao in a salute, and after expressing his thanks in person, Fang led his family into the house.

Yu Lingxi took two steps to the mansion, then turned around and glanced in the direction of Ning Yin.

The Zhumen closed slowly, the carriage was empty, and Ning Yin was no longer there.

Yu Huanchen stopped and instructed Qing Xiao, “Go and ask the imperial physician to come over.”

“Yes.”

Qing Xiao was also injured, with a bandage on his arm, Chi asked, “Major General, Wei Qi should continue…”

Yu Huanchen looked at the younger sister who was comforting Su Wan in a warm voice, only to feel that one head and two were big.

“No need to check.”

He hummed softly, no matter how stupid he should have guessed.

…

Entering the hood, Ning Yin opened the drawer and put the sandalwood box that he found in it.

The fingertips slowly ran over the warm and delicate ink jade, and a very shallow smile opened in his eyes.

What kind of pattern is good to carve?

Ning Yin tapped his knuckles and thought slowly.

[End of This Chapter]