Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 92

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Yu Lingxi was awakened by the cold.

After entering the palace, she found that the little eunuch was leading the wrong direction, she became suspicious, and calmly said: “The jade pendant that the prince explained has fallen in the carriage, I’ll go get it.”

She turned around, and before she took two steps, she smelled a strange fragrance.

The last scene that caught my eye was the gloomy face of the little eunuch.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a small room with dim oil lamps on the walls. She was lying in the corner, leaning against a stone wall, and strands of cold air leaked from the cracks under the wall, chilling into her bones.

Yu Lingxi’s hands and feet were bound by thick ropes, and he moved his body, pushing away the straw and felt piled up in the corner, revealing the square pile of ice cubes inside.

If I guessed correctly, she was locked in a certain ice cellar.

The ice cellar of the Imperial City.

It was the eunuch and the round-faced maid who tied her up? Who are they?

Did Ning Yin know that there was a fine work mixed in with the maids in Prince Jing’s mansion?

With his thoughts mixed, Yu Lingxi turned his head sideways while the secret cellar was left unattended, raised his bound hands and touched the bun, only to find the cold white jade threaded hairpin. https://m.biqiudu.com Biquge

Because she entered the palace to guard the spirit, she did not bring any extra hairpins, and she did not even have a sharp weapon to cut the rope.

While thinking about it, a dull sound came from overhead.

Yu Lingxi was alert and hurriedly hid the hosta in her hand between the ice cubes in the corner.

At the same time, the cumbersome bluestone slab was removed, and the cold light poured out. A man in a cloak who could not see his face slowly stepped down the stone steps with the help of the servant.

The man seemed to be weak, thin and slender. If it weren’t for the occasional hoarse cough, Yu Lingxi almost thought that the man under the cloak was a woman.

He stood in front of Yu Lingxi, only a little pointed lower jaw was exposed under the shadow of the hood, and his fingers habitually digging at a piece of wood.

After a moment, a low and dull voice came: “The helpless act has offended Princess Jing.”

His tone was a little weak, obviously the voice of an adult, but he learned the way of speaking of a child, with a straight face.

“Who are you? What do you want to do?”

There is no such person in Yu Lingxi’s memory.

The man hidden in the cloak said: “Ning Yin covers the sky with only one hand, and it is not easy to invite him into the urn. Therefore, I can only make this last resort and borrow Princess Jing’s token as an envoy.”

As he said that, the man caught a glimpse of Yu Lingxi’s hosta hidden on the ice, and the hairpin was frozen to a layer of frost, which made the blush of silky curls especially cool.

Yu Lingxi’s heart moved, and he pretended to be timid and said: “This hairpin was made by the prince for me, I wonder if it can be used to redeem my life?”

The man seemed to be considering the veracity of her words.

The round-faced maid behind him moved forward cautiously and said something, and the man turned his head slightly and motioned for the servant to pick up the hairpin.

“Take it to Ning Yin and tell him that the princess is in my hands.”

He took out a secret piece of paper from his sleeve and commanded in a low voice, “If you don’t want a new marriage to become a new mourner, let him do as I said and come alone.”

The servant went down to make arrangements, but the man didn’t leave.

He sat down behind the only table in the cellar, took out a small file, and cut the wood with concentration.

The sharp sawdust pierced his fingers, and the blood on the fingertips was blurred, but he didn’t notice it.

It was very cold in the ice cellar, and the stone wall behind it was almost like an icy blade, piercing into Yu Lingxi’s thin back.

She curled up and watched the man who was cutting wood in the dead silence. After a while, she called out tentatively, “His Royal Highness the Third Prince.”

The man’s action of cutting the wood was obvious.

His tense and thin figure gradually loosened, and with a long sigh of relief, he raised his hand and took off his wide hood.

He turned to a feminine face and looked at Yu Lingxi for a long time with his dark and dull eyes, and then asked, “How did the princess recognize me?”

“In today’s world, there are not many people who dare to call Ning Yin’s name directly.”

Yu Lingxi’s gaze moved down, and his gaze stayed slightly on the jade pendant hanging from the man’s slender waist.

She has lived two lifetimes, and she doesn’t know that the third prince is not really stupid.

That’s right, born in an imperial family that eats people and doesn’t spit out bones, if you don’t learn to hide your clumsiness and hide your edge, I’m afraid that he would have died at an early age like several other princes.

Yu Lingxi’s eyelashes were covered in cream, and she exhaled a cloud of white air: “We can talk.”

“What does the princess want to talk about? Why does this king pretend to be stupid, or when did Ning Yin have people beside him?”

The three princes kept moving, and cut the wood into a human shape, “That palace maid is not the king’s person.”

“What?” Yu Lingxi doubted the truth of what the third prince said.

If that round-faced maid was not doing things for the third prince, why would she betray Ning Yin and help Zhou to abuse her?

“If you want to blame it, blame Ning Yin for being too arrogant.”

Seeming to see through Yu Lingxi’s doubts, the third prince said, “He controls the court and the opposition, but he has no plans to ascend to the throne. It is inevitable that some of his subordinates will be shaken. For some people, no matter how powerful the regent is It’s just a minister, it’s better to be a minister of an emperor than a minister of a minister, is this the truth?”

What Yu Lingxi was most worried about still happened.

“That’s why His Royal Highness the Third Prince held me hostage and asked Ning Yin to use his power to promote you to the throne?”

Yu Lingxi smiled slightly and said calmly, “To exchange a woman for the country, a fool knows that it is a loss-making business, and he will not come.”

“But don’t forget, Princess, that lunatics and fools do not pay attention to equality.”

The third prince frustrates the wooden man for a while, and Fang slowly said slowly, “It’s nothing if I can’t get the throne, anyway, I won’t live long.”

Yu Lingxi shivered and looked at the feminine face, trying to see the truth of what he said on his face.

The third prince turned his head and looked at her.

Those empty and dark eyes made Yu Lingxi’s back go numb.

Fortunately, he turned his head quickly, turned his back to Yu Lingxi, and pushed back the loose hair on the back of his head.

The oil lamp was dim, illuminating the icy silver light that could be seen in his hair.

The light was so dim that Yu Lingxi looked at it for a long time before realizing that the silver light on the back of his head was a needle—a silver needle that was almost completely submerged into the acupoint.

“This is……”

She looked numb, guessing who had inserted the needle fiercely into his head.

“This needle was inserted by me.”

The third prince put down his hand calmly, and his hair was closed, covering the cold silver light.

“Why does the Third Highness do this?”

Yu Lingxi bit her quivering lips, trying her best to stay awake by speaking.

The corner of the third prince’s mouth moved.

Ji Yu Lingxi guessed that he wanted to laugh, but he didn’t know if it was the aftermath of acting stupid for many years, or because of the silver needle, he even made such a subtle expression very strange.

“Ning Yin said two days ago that if you are a fool all your life, you can live long.”

His voice was slow, “It’s very painful to pretend to be stupid. I’d rather die soberly as a prince than live in chaos as a fool.”

Therefore, he did the opposite, not hesitating to use a silver needle to penetrate his brain, but also to resist the imprisonment imposed by Ning Yin on his acupuncture points in exchange for a short period of clarity.

“I have something to do.”

Speaking of this, the third prince’s voice softened a little, “Princess don’t need to be afraid, I only want Ning Yin’s life.”

“Why?”

Yu Lingxi clenched her fingers, “Just because the throne is at your fingertips and Ning Yin is blocking your way?”

The third prince was silent for a long time, and Fang said softly: “Because Shaowei died under his hands, that is my only best friend.”

Shaowei is the word of Xue Song.

So the reason why Xue Song in the previous life went to great lengths to poison her to assassinate Ning Yin was actually for… the third prince?

With everything connected, Yu Lingxi suddenly understood why Xue Song gave up on the third prince.

He is the only one who is willing to communicate with his subordinates among all those who dormant and seize power.

In the past and this life, going around in circles, these two people actually endured to the end.

“It’s carved.”

The third prince showed some shyness like a child, and placed the wooden man at Yu Lingxi’s feet, “Give it to you.”

The wooden man with cloudy temples and flowery face was actually the same as Yu Lingxi’s.

…

In Fengxian Hall, the coffin was lying alone.

Ning Yin was wearing a snow-colored robe, and his dark eyes glanced at Shen Feng who was kneeling in front of the steps: “This king asks you, where is the person?”

The sky at the end of February was a little shady, but a drop of sweat dripped from the tip of Shen Feng’s nose, and even his usual smile was gone, he bowed his head and said, “Listen to the escort’s guard, it was Xiao Huangmen and Xiaoman who took the initiative to lead the way. Take the princess away.”

“Xiaoman?”

“It’s the maid in our house who is in charge of washing clothes and grooming. If you don’t have acquaintances, the princess won’t be gullible…”

Ling Han’s killing intent was oppressed, Shen Feng swallowed his throat and lowered his voice.

In this dead silence, a little eunuch bowed and offered the secret note and hosta in his hand tremblingly.

“Your Highness, Your Highness…”

The little eunuch said with a trembling voice, “Someone wants, asks the little slave to give this thing, give it to you…”

Seeing the familiar white jade hairpin with threaded ruiyun, Ning Yin’s eyes suddenly sank.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the hosta, the body of the hairpin was icy cold, with fine water droplets condensed on it, and a wisp of red stained with blood was scattered on the body of the hairpin like clouds.

Ning Yin gently twisted off a little bit of rice straw stained on the hairpin, unfolded the secret note, and laughed out loud.

The national mourning was mourning, and the atmosphere in the hall was extremely heavy, and this laughter seemed particularly out of place.

“Thanks a lot.”

Ning Yin threw the secret note in the copper basin for burning paper money, got up and walked towards the eunuch, smiling calmly and harmlessly.

The little eunuch who ventured to deliver the letter breathed a sigh of relief.

The two armies are still fighting, and it seems that no matter how ruthless and ruthless His Royal Highness King Jing is, he is also a reasonable person.

The little eunuch was about to get up when he saw a tall shadow covering him.

Then he flew out and slammed into the coffin at the gate of the hall, and the thick crimson was sprayed on the mourning banners in the mourning hall, splashing blood.

Outside the hall, Bai Huahua knelt down, no one knew what happened, but no one dared to ask.

The courtiers and concubines in sackcloth and filial piety all moved on their knees, automatically moving out of the way, letting the blood-splattered moccasins stride past them.

Ning Yin drew Shen Feng’s saber and walked towards the North Palace.

He had set a rule for himself, not to touch blood within seven days of the newly married, and to accompany Suishui cleanly.

But now he doesn’t care about the rules and cleanliness, and only the most primitive killing, killing, killing is left in his head.

Ding bell, the hoarse bell trembled with the splash of blood.

The corpses fell one by one. For the first time in his life, he regretted that he didn’t kill Ning Xuan at Dali Temple that day because of this bullshit rule.

The stray fish arranged by Ning Xuan was simply unstoppable. When he reached Luoyun Palace, Ning Yin’s sleeves and robes were all dyed red with blood.

Pushing open the hall door, the bloody clothes fluttered, the tip of the cut sword pressed against the ground, and the bottom of Ning Yin’s eyes was soaked with blood red.

The third prince was pouring the wine from the wine jar on the curtains in the hall, and he was a little surprised when he saw Ning Yin come in full of blood.

“You came so fast.”

He said, taking off the candle on the table.

The candle flame jumped, and there was not the slightest glint in his empty eyes.

“Where is she?”

Ning Yin dragged the long sword forward and snuffed out the poisonous incense on the table.

“She’s in a place you’ll never find… uh!”

The moment the candle fell to the ground, the flames quickly rose along the curtains and burned the beams.

Ning Yin seemed to be oblivious, her robes fluttered in the heat wave, and her blood-stained cheeks were dead and cold like a fallen angel.

“Where is she?”

He folded his fingers and asked softly word by word.

The monstrous fireworks distorted people’s faces, and the third prince bleeds from his nose and mouth, and said intermittently: “Maybe…let’s see…whether you burn to death first, or she…”

He raised his hand tremblingly and touched the silver needle in the back of his head.

Then, with a sharp pull, he stabbed Ning Yin.

The silver needle penetrates the palm.

The third prince’s eyes became dull again the moment the silver needle was taken out, the corners of his mouth moved, and he fell to the ground like a broken puppet.

…

There was a slight smoke infiltrating from the bluestone slab above the head, and the narrow space that was still cold in the bone marrow just now became hot flashes.

There was no sound in the ice cellar, and Yu Lingxi didn’t know what was going on outside.

She tried to stand up, stumbling with difficulty to retrieve the oil lamp from the wall.

The lamp was made of brass, and it was scorching hot. Yu Lingxi didn’t care about his scalded fingers. After taking off the oil lamp, he burned the thick rope on his wrist with a weak flame.

“Hurry up, hurry up…”

She kept praying, and finally in the burning pain, the thick rope snapped.

She quickly untied the ropes on her feet, raised her skirt and ran up the stone steps, trying to open the bluestone slab pressed against the entrance of the ice cellar.

But the bluestone slab was so heavy that she could not open it from the inside alone.

And it’s hot, very hot.

Yu Lingxi sniffed the faint smell of smoke leaking from the gap, and knew that there was definitely a fire outside.

“Ning Yin…”

Remembering that her heart was tight, I wonder if Ning Yin was involved at this time. The most urgent thing right now is to escape quickly to report his safety.

But the slate is so heavy, and the outside is on fire again, how to escape?

Thinking of something, Yu Lingxi bit her red lips and ran back to the ice cellar, placing her hand at the bottom of the stone wall.

Sure enough, the cold air seeped out from the cracks in the stone.

If you guessed correctly, there is an ice room behind the stone wall.

The ice room has a large amount of ice, and there are generally secret passages connected to the moat and the imperial city pond, so that it is convenient to transport ice in winter. If you are lucky, you will be able to escape if you find a secret passage.

Yu Lingxi got up and quickly groped for the mechanism on the wall.

When she touched a slightly raised green brick, she pressed it hard, and the stone wall rumbled open, revealing a huge ice storage room.

Yu Lingxi’s eyes lit up, and he subconsciously stepped into the endless ice and snow. Just two steps, his neck felt numb.

She stopped, clutching her chest and listening carefully.

That’s right, it’s the golden bell vibrating!

Ning Yin is nearby! He is in a sea of fire!

Yu Lingxi’s heart seemed to be caught by a pair of invisible hands, and Yu Lingxi shook his bell and then shook it again.

After hearing the response, she turned around and ran back. She took three or two steps up the stone steps, and tried her best to reach the bluestone slab.

“Ning Yin!”

Yu Lingxi patted the slate, “I’m fine, do you hear me?”

But in vain.

Jin Ling shook more and more rapidly, as if responding to her shaking just now.

The little madman didn’t leave, he was still looking for her.

Find her in the sea of fire.

“Give me… get up…”

The slate was getting hotter and hotter, and blood oozing from the slits of her fingernails, her whole body was facing up, and she cried, “Wei—seven—”

Boom, the bluestone slate was vigorously lifted up.

The next moment, a scorching heat wave hits my face.

The blue veins protruded on Ning Yin’s arm, against the blazing flames, facing the sweaty Yu Lingxi.

Jingle, the two ringtones merged into one.

[End of This Chapter]