Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 85

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Jingwang’s mansion is towering and quiet, and there is no trace of the afterglow of Shangyuan New Year.

The bedroom was spacious and the door was closed, Yu Lingxi was shrouded in Ning Yin’s shadow.

“What are you doing?” Yu Lingxi’s throat tightened.

Didn’t he say that he engraved a private seal on her, why did he take off his clothes.

“Look at the stamp.”

Ning Yin unbuttoned the belt with one hand, and a faint smile flashed across her ink eyes, “Isn’t this hand, Miss, the best at teasing?”

Yu Lingxi was placed on the couch, feeling that his eyes were crazy and beautiful at the moment, and he was probably tricking her into putting a seal in an indescribable position.

After all, she has a special body today, and she produces and sells herself, perhaps even saving ink pad.

Yu Lingxi was amazed at her immorality at the moment, but in front of Ning Yin, it is reasonable to be immoral.

“It really doesn’t work these days.”

She put her hands on Ning Yin’s shoulders, thought for a while, and said softly in a soft voice, “It’s uncomfortable, I don’t want to have fun.” biqiudu. com

Ning Yin gently rubbed her waist, not wanting to let go.

“Go to the soup pool.”

His cold and handsome face does not show much desire, but it tickles people’s hearts.

“These days, I can’t take a bath.”

Yu Lingxi didn’t want to have a “Man Jianghong”, and it wasn’t good for his body either.

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows slightly, grabbed Yu Lingxi’s hand and put it on her heart, and hummed very lightly, “The one who wants a seal is the young lady, and the one who is squeamish is also the young lady.”

“I don’t want to. Who can control the body?”

Yu Lingxi muttered softly, then got up and said, “I’m going to sleep outside.”

She usually sleeps well, but during special periods, she doesn’t sleep well, and she likes to move at night. In her last life, in order not to provoke a big lunatic, she would consciously sleep in separate beds on these days of the month.

Before she could get up completely, her wrist was grabbed, and she fell back to the edge of the couch.

“Sit down.”

Ning Yin’s voice was indifferent, but with a force that could not be refuted.

He got up and opened the door, ordered a few words, and after a while, the palace servants came in with silver basins and hot water, as well as towels and clothes.

Yu Lingxi glanced at it, and even saw two soft and neat… menstrual cloths on the folded clothes?

She coughed lightly and closed her eyes.

The attendants put down their washing items in a hurry, then bowed and quietly exited, closing the door, and they were as familiar as puppets.

Ning Yin slowly understood the robe and rolled up the cuffs, revealing a fair and firm forearm.

It wasn’t until he sprinkled dried flowers that ward off the cold into the silver basin and half-kneeled beside the skirt on one knee, that Yu Lingxi realized what he was going to do.

She was so surprised that her first reaction was to retract her toes.

“No need, I’ll do it myself.”

Ning Yin raised his eyes slightly, but Yu Lingxi stopped moving.

The skirt was pushed above the knee, revealing the hakama and the well-proportioned calf. Then, the slender ankles were held by warm hands, and the fleece embroidered shoes and socks were removed.

Yu Lingxi’s feet are small and delicate, like high-quality nephrite sculpted, with light pink on the toes, Ning Yin shook it, and compared it with his own palm, and came to the conclusion out of curiosity: “Miss’s How come the feet are not as wide as my palms.”

He became addicted to calling “Miss” today, and his lazy and low tone was like a demon.

Yu Lingxi curled her toes: “Cool.”

“I want to eat lotus seed meat.” Ning Yin looked at her feet and said suddenly.

Yu Lingxi was puzzled, but Ning Yin laughed and pinched her little toe.

Yu Lingxi understood, and her ears were hot: “Where does it look like a lotus seed?”

“It’s not very similar. The toes of the young lady are much whiter and tenderer than the lotus seeds.”

Ning Yin twitched again wickedly, and then reluctantly immersed her feet in the hot water.

With just the right amount of heat, Yu Lingxi snorted comfortably.

Ning Yin picked up the handkerchief on the side and wiped his hands.

His knuckles are slender and strong, and the right tendons are born on the back of his hand, slightly bulging, tough and beautiful. Not as terrifying as the blue veins elsewhere in him…

“What are you thinking about, Miss, your face is all red.”

Ning Yin kept wiping her hands and looked at her.

His eyes were so deep and beautiful, Yu Lingxi seemed to have seen through his mind, and subconsciously covered his cheeks.

Then I heard a vile and pleasant chuckle, and it was easy to see from Ning Yin’s slightly curved eyes that this guy was teasing her again.

Yu Lingxi put down her hand and stepped on the water in the silver basin.

With a bang, a few drops of water splashed on Ning Yin’s jaw.

Yu Lingxi snorted and hurriedly raised her sleeves to wipe it apologetically, but a sly smile appeared in her eyes: “Did you get wet?”

Ning Yin didn’t blink, she wiped the water stains on her lower jaw with her fingertips, and said slowly, “It’s not the first time I got wet, I’m used to it.”

Yu Lingxi was stunned for a moment, then curled up her toes, wishing she could throw a basin of water on Ning Yin.

“Go bathe and change, don’t freeze yourself.” She urged against the edge of the couch.

Ning Yin rubbed the water stains on her fingers and rubbed it little by little on Yu Lingxi’s skirt. Then she got up and went to the clean room.

Yu Lingxi soaked her feet in hot water, scrubbed her body, then took off the white jade cloud hairpin from her hair, and rolled onto the bed.

There was a low cabinet by the bedside. Yu Lingxi remembered that there was such a cabinet by the bedside of Ning Yin in the previous life, and she didn’t know what was in it.

Yu Lingxi reached out her hand subconsciously, but when she touched the drawer, she paused slightly and retracted.

Frightened by the cold for the past two days, she yawned and closed her eyes in the direction of Ning Yin’s pillow.

In the clean room, the lights are full of shadows, and the waves are like scales.

Ning Yin’s hair was loose, and he walked slowly out of the waist-deep soup pool. The water droplets swept across the thorn-white chest, the air was hot, and the word “Lingxi” on the top was as red as blood.

He wiped it briefly, put on his clothes and walked towards the dormitory.

Pushing open the door, the candles flickered, and the person on the couch fell asleep wrapped in a quilt, as quiet as a budding flower.

Ning Yin leaned on the couch, put her finger on the corner of her mouth, and pushed it up.

“So stupid.”

He said in a low voice, with a bit of pity, “I actually went to ask Yu Huanchen.”

Yu Lingxi was woken up, grabbed his fingers vaguely and said, “Don’t make trouble, just sleep.”

Ning Yin let out a sullen laugh, bit the tip of her ear, lifted the quilt and lay down, hugged Yu Lingxi forcefully, and held it in her arms.

In this position, Yu Lingxi fell directly from the pillow, so he had to adjust the angle and rubbed against his arms.

The lights were flickering, and a large piece of solid white was exposed from the open front of Ning Yin’s clothes. Yu Lingxi could vaguely see a very faint red mark, which seemed to be some lettering.

However, when she struggled to get out of the chaos and opened her eyes to take a closer look, the redness disappeared again.

Xu is wrong, right?

She rested on that chest for a while, then closed her eyes again.

A sweet night without dreams.

…

Yu Lingxi woke up as soon as it was dawn.

The seat beside him was already empty, and it felt cold to the touch.

“Where’s your lord?”

Yu Lingxi yawned and got up, with black hair and snow-skinned hair, she was not lazy and soft, and even the maids who came to the door to serve also felt their hearts shaking.

“Back to the girl, Wang Ye went to the palace when he was Mao.”

The palace maid replied respectfully, not many words, not many words.

Yu Lingxi supported the edge of the couch and woke up for a while, thinking: Could it be that the remnants of the party have not yet been resolved?

The Ministry of Rites, the hall is solemn.

Supervisor Qin Tian and the Minister of Rites stood side by side, looking at His Royal Highness Prince Jing who was sitting leisurely on the throne, and wiped the sweat that did not exist on his lower jaw.

The supervisor of Qin Tian was the first to speak, offering his hands on the day chosen by thousands: “According to, according to the old minister’s calculations, the 16th of August will be full of flowers and the moon will be full of flowers and the sky will be clear. House……”

Ning Yin tapped her fingers together, raised her eyebrows and said, “August?”

“Uh……”

The supervisor paused for a while, slammed his index finger into his mouth, and quickly turned the page: “August is, it’s a bit late, the old minister has two more days in preparation, and the ninth day of the fifth lunar month is also an auspicious day.”

Seeing that Ning Yin didn’t lift his eyes, Jian Zheng shook his beard again and said, “April 12 is fine.”

Du, du… King Jing laughed.

He was clearly a handsome man, but when he laughed, it made one’s back shiver inexplicably.

The Minister of Rites winked, and then the supervisor said tremblingly, “Perhaps, the eighteenth of the next month?”

eighteen?

Ning Yin estimated: One month is enough to clean up.

The light knuckles stopped, and the Minister of Rites immediately cupped his hands and said, “I will go down and arrange the three books and six rituals, and I will present the gift list to His Highness tomorrow for review.”

“This king is only married this time, and there are two adults.”

Ning Yin got up and walked out of the palace gate with his hands behind his back.

Who can afford His Royal Highness King Jing’s words “It’s hard work”?

It was called polite words, but in reality, he put pressure on him. If he dared to screw up King Jing’s “only” wedding banquet, even ten heads would not be enough.

The Minister of Rites and the Supervisor Kneeled to see each other in panic, and said in unison, “The ministers will do their best!”

In February in the spring of spring, the willows and willows weeping along the Qujiang Pond in the south of the city are green.

The child ran across the alley with the windmill in hand, and nearly collided with the oncoming carriage.

The arm was clenched, and the child raised his head in a daze, seeing a solemn and clear face.

“Just a child, don’t be nervous.”

A deliberately hoarse voice came from the carriage, very light and deep.

Only then did Xue Song let go and said to the inside of the car, “Yes, Lord…”

Thinking of the presence of outsiders, Xue Song stopped his voice.

A woman’s beautiful hand stretched out from the carriage, with some sawdust on it, and gently placed a few candies in the child’s hand.

“Go play.” The person inside the car said.

When the child got food, he happily ran away, the curtains closed again, and slowly drove towards the north.

Xue Song looked around and asked the guards to stay outside the door to take care of the wind, while he entered a secluded courtyard.

Walking to the innermost floor of the courtyard, he nodded slightly and motioned for the attendant to unlock the door.

With a creak, the dazzling light poured out, and the figure of Yuebai by the window squinted subconsciously.

“Is the willow slashed? There is a breath of early spring in the wind.”

Xue Cen turned his warm face and looked at Xue Song.

Xue Song closed the door, and the bright spring sun passed away in an instant, leaving only the endless cold and darkness.

“I told my father and grandfather that you will be away from home for more than a month when you go on a study tour.”

Xue Song put the sandalwood box on the table, looked at the rice paper with the word “Lingxi” written on it, and frowned, “Everything is fine at home, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I didn’t know that my brother built such a courtyard.”

Even though he was imprisoned in this space, Xue Cen still kept his arrogance as a scholar, and said softly, “What brother did will make the family peaceful, or will there be never peace?”

“You won’t understand me.”

The blue veins on Xue Song’s neck bulged, and she said solemnly, “People like you who grew up in a honey pot have high expectations since you were a child. Of course, you don’t understand what it feels like to be stepped on by your shadow.”

Xue Cen was startled, looked at the strange brother in front of him, and murmured, “What are you talking about, brother?”

“Wenrunruyu is you, everyone’s attention is you, and the person who made the marriage contract with the Yu family is also you… You have gained everything from childhood, and of course you won’t understand how I feel.”

Xue Song said indifferently, “It is clear that I am the eldest grandson of the Xue family, but the world only knows Xue Erlang, the light and the wind, how do you remember that the Xue family has an unknown boss? In the position of the servant, which of the fathers and grandfathers would look at me directly and praise me even half a sentence?”

“So A-xiong went up and down without the knowledge of Xue’s house, and turned to another supporter?”

Xue Cen’s eyes reddened, “Brother is controlling the movements of the abolished prince from his grandfather, and spying on the news of the Yu family from me, all of which are for the convenience of your real master behind the scenes… Brother is like this, but Have you ever been worthy of the family and friendship that were taken advantage of?”

There was no trace of emotion on Xue Song’s face.

“A man lives in the world only for fame and fortune. I just want to prove to my grandfather that my choice is right.”

Xue Song turned around and said word by word, “I am the backbone of the Xue family.”

“Brother…”

“Ning Yin, King Jing, is engaged to Yu Lingxi.”

Xue Cen’s unfinished words were stuffed in his throat, and his face quickly turned pale.

He had expected that today would come, but when he heard the news, he felt like a sharp knife in his arms, throbbing violently.

“Your childhood sweetheart wife is about to marry someone else.”

Xue Song sneered at the corner of his mouth, “King Jing, like his ruthless and ruthless father who dressed up Taiping, can only rob other people’s wives. And you, Acen, you can only hide in the corner and cry like a coward. ”

“do not talk……”

“In the future, when you look at your childhood sweetheart, you have to kneel down and call her ‘Prince Concubine’… No, a weak and incompetent person like you will definitely not dare to even see her.”

“do not talk!”

Xue Cen clenched his fists and said in a trembling voice, “Don’t say it, brother.”

Xue Song got his wish, seeing Xue Cen’s expression on the verge of collapse, and slowed his voice: “Don’t you want to take it back, Acen?”

As if a dull thunder fell in his heart, Xue Cen raised his red eyes suddenly.

Xue Song opened the sandalwood box, revealing a pair of beautiful dragon and phoenix glass cups and a black porcelain bottle that had been prepared.

He said, “Go and wish her a happy wedding, she won’t be on guard against you.”

Xue Cen took a step back and stumbled into the chair.

“Do not……”

His bright face was no longer bloody, and he couldn’t believe it: “What are you going to do, brother?”

“Don’t worry, she won’t die. My goal is King Jing.”

Xue Song said solemnly, “After King Jing’s death, you will take her away.”

Xue Cen still looked at him in disbelief, as if it was the first time he knew this brother who was the same as his mother.

“You are my brother, I will not force you.”

Without getting a reply from Xue Cen, Xue Song put away the glass cup and the medicine bottle, “Since you don’t want her anymore, I don’t have to keep her. I’ll let you out after this is done.”

Xue Song walked towards the door holding the sandalwood box.

The sound of tables and chairs being overturned came from behind, Xue Cen said eagerly, “Brother…”

Xue Song stopped.

“You swear, you won’t use me to harm her.” Xue Cen’s jaw trembled.

“I swear.” Xue Song did not hesitate.

After a long silence, Xue Cen slowly closed his eyes.

The rolling Adam’s apple swallowed tears, and his voice was as rough as sandpaper: “…Okay, I promise you.”

[End of This Chapter]