Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 1

[Chapter 1 Chapter 01]

Yu Lingxi was ill and was frightened by Ning Yin.

You can’t blame her for being weak. Anyone who wakes up early in the morning and sees the bodies of two female assassins swaying under the glazed lamp in front of the hall will be horrified.

Ning Yin, who was wearing a purple robe under the lamp, was handsome without a wife. He gave the picture an extremely elegant name, called “Beauty Lamp”, and invited Yu Lingxi to enjoy it with great interest.

Yu Lingxi couldn’t get up in one breath, and fell ill when he returned.

After burning all night, I finally came back from the gate of hell.

But living by Ning Yin’s side was far more terrifying than the gate of hell.

Before her, there were many people who shoved all kinds of beauties around Ning Yin, whether it was flattering or assassinating, without exception, they could not live to see the rising sun on the second day.

Only Yu Lingxi was an accident.

Maybe it’s because she was frail and sick since she was a child, and she looked like she was sick and waiting to die, and she didn’t seem to be threatening;

In short, Ning Yin did not kill her for the time being.

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Yu Lingxi followed the madman’s temperament very intelligently, played the role of the canary, and did not provoke him.

Unfortunately, Ning Yin likes to provoke herself. No matter how big Yu Lingxi’s heart is, he can’t bear to serve a lunatic every day.

It was only after two days that she was frightened and sick, so she could have a moment to breathe.

In March, it was sunny and sunny.

Yu Lingxi had just recovered from a serious illness, and finally had a peaceful life, leaning on the imperial concubine’s couch and reading a book.

The sky has turned warm, but she is still wrapped in thick fox fur, her face is a little pale, but it does not reduce her complexion in the slightest.

The thin light by the window brightened her delicate profile, her skin was better than snow, and the silky satin that fit her delicate figure made her look even weaker. Only the animal head ring on her fingers showed her. She used to be the noble status of the youngest daughter of the General’s Mansion.

The ring was given to her by her seriously ill mother with tears after her father and brother died in battle, so that she could live well no matter what.

Yu Lingxi’s eyes fell on the ring, and it was inevitable that he felt sad.

If his family was still there, he would have enjoyed the love of the stars and the moon, instead of huddled in the regent’s mansion as a bird in a cage, facing a lunatic day and night.

The only good thing was that when Ning Yin was not sick, it wasn’t too harsh to treat her.

She was afraid of the cold, and silver wire charcoal was always supplied in the bedroom; spices that were hard to buy were hard to find even in the palace, and could only be burned all day long in the palace of the regent.

It’s okay, I can make do with it.

Yu Lingxi turned the pages of the book with interest, and saw the personal servant bowing in.

Hu Tao offered a gilded invitation and said cautiously, “Miss, the Zhao residence handed over the invitation this morning.”

The Zhao Mansion in Hu Tao’s mouth was the residence of Zhao Hui, the minister of household affairs. And Zhao Hui is Yu Lingxi’s uncle.

If I remember correctly, today is my uncle’s birthday, and the mansion will definitely do everything.

Uncle is a man who is greedy for profit. At the beginning, Yu Lingxi’s father and brother died in battle and his mother died of illness, so he had to live in Zhao’s house. She couldn’t believe that when she was forcibly presented to Ning Yin as a “gift”, there was no uncle behind her to help.

This was a knot in her heart that she couldn’t let go of.

Yu Lingxi was too lazy to make excuses, and was about to lose the invitation, but found that the paper was wrong.

A thin secret note fell out of the mezzanine of the Zhao residence invitation, and she opened it curiously. The signature on it made her pupils shrink.

If there is one person in this world who is not a relative, but is willing to sacrifice his life to help him, it must be Xue Cen.

Xue Erlang, who used to be her childhood sweetheart, the grandson of the prime minister’s residence, was born into a noble family, and no one can imitate her elegant and free running script.

Just two lines of small characters in the eyes: See you at Zhao Mansion, I will save you.

Seeing the eight characters on the back of the paper, Yu Lingxi’s first reaction was not happiness, but panic.

What is Brother Cen going to do to kill him? !

She hurriedly threw the secret note in the charcoal basin and burned it, even smashing the ashes, making sure that nothing was left.

Putting down the copper hook that used to set the carbon, she was still uneasy, and asked the attendant outside the hall, “Where’s the prince?”

The attendant replied, “Your Majesty has entered the palace to deal with important matters, and will return later. If the madam has any important matters, the slave can pass it on for you.”

Saying it is “important” is nothing more than raiding the house and setting fire to the mastermind behind the tossing of those assassins.

Hearing that Ning Yin would not be returning to the residence for a short time, Yu Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought for a moment, and in a normal tone, she instructed the maid: “Hu Tao, go and fetch the pair of centennial snow ginseng that I acquired last month, and follow me to the Zhao residence to celebrate my birthday.”

……

The Zhao residence’s birthday banquet was the best cover for the many people coming and going.

Yu Lingxi covered her face with a hat and went to the door, avoiding the guests on purpose, and found a corner of the garden where no one was in the garden and sat down.

I don’t know what kind of tea is in Zhao’s house, but the taste is very fragrant, but the aftertaste is very bitter.

Yu Lingxi only took a sip and put down the tea cup.

Footsteps were heard from behind. Looking back, Yu Lingxi was stunned.

After not seeing him for two years, Xue Cen seems to have lost a little weight, but he is still handsome and elegant.

“Second sister, you have suffered.”

He looked at Yu Lingxi’s pointed lower jaw, and his eyes quickly turned red: “Don’t worry, he won’t be able to bully you for long…”

Yu Lingxi didn’t have time to chat with each other.

She lifted the veil of her hat and said solemnly, “Brother Cen, I’m fine now, don’t do stupid things again.”

Xue Cen thought she was holding on, and her eyes hurt even more.

“The Prince Regent is doing the opposite, cruel and unscrupulous, he deserves to die.”

He lowered his voice: “Don’t be afraid, when my plan is successful, I will let him pay for the pain and humiliation you have suffered in the past two years! At that time, no one can stop us…”

“Xue Cen!” Yu Lingxi wanted to wake him up.

Xue Cen probably forgot how Ning Yin was able to secure the throne of the regent in the sea of blood and corpses.

He killed his brother and killed his father, but his six relatives did not recognize him, and he was nothing but a chess piece in his hands. How could he be easily shaken?

It’s not that simple at all!

The “beauty lamp” under the eaves of the palace is a lesson from the past.

Yu Lingxi was so anxious that he persuaded him to save his life: “For the sake of our childhood sweethearts, no matter what you are planning, stop quickly!”

The surroundings were silent for a while except for the rustling of the wind.

In this dead silence, a very soft “tsk” sounded suddenly: “What a childhood sweetheart.”

With a smiling and very familiar voice, Yu Lingxi’s cheeks instantly paled.

Xue Cen also saw the person coming, and his face was very exciting.

Beneath the lushly luscious Moon Cave door, a handsome man in a sandalwood-purple royal robe stood tall, holding a cane with a jade handle and inlaid gold with his hands folded.

Ning Yin didn’t know how long she stood there, her cold eyes swept over Yu Lingxi and landed on Xue Cen.

In the two years in the regent’s mansion, no one knew Ning Yin’s temperament better than her.

Today, to meet Xue Cen privately without the knowledge of Ning Yin, is already taking a great risk, but he is still caught in such a scene…

You know, you can’t reason with lunatics. What’s more, these scenes cannot be explained even with a bunch of reasons.

“My lord…”

Yu Lingxi knelt down as soon as her legs softened, obediently admitting her mistake is always right.

Her thoughts were flying, and before she opened her mouth to defend herself, she saw Xue Cenheng coming to the side.

He probably remembered the memory of a certain humiliation, pulled Yu Lingxi to protect him, and said with a cold face: “Second sister, we don’t have to kneel for such a person!”

Ning Yin narrowed his eyes, this was a precursor to his anger.

Yu Lingxi was afraid and angry, afraid that Ning Yin would go crazy, and Xue Cen’s anger would add fuel to the fire. Immediately, a mouthful of old blood choked in his chest, unable to speak.

“Very good, Xue Gongzi is very strong.”

Ning Yin raised the corners of his lips, smiling until Yu Lingxi’s hairs stood on end.

She is all too familiar with Ning Yin’s character: how good-looking this lunatic smiles, how ruthless he is when he kills.

What happened next can be imagined: Yu Lingxi was taken back to the Prince Regent’s mansion and confined to the bedroom.

Xue Cen was dragged away by Ning Yin’s people, and his life and death are unknown.

None of the more than 100 guests present, including the aides of the Xue Mansion, dared to ask for mercy.

The palace bedroom.

The maid burned a silver wire charcoal basin and wrapped her in a thick fox fur, but Yu Lingxi’s fingertips were as cold as ice, a heart was hanging under the tip of the knife, and her stomach was surging.

After returning from Zhao’s residence, her body felt unbearably uncomfortable.

Yu Lingxi doesn’t have the backbone of Xue Cen, she wants to live.

She looked at the animal head ring for a long time, and finally patted her cheek to cheer herself up, and called her personal servant: “Hu Tao, dress me up.”

Just after finishing dressing, Ning Yin returned from Dali Temple.

The door of the hall was pushed open, and Yu Lingxi subconsciously stood up abruptly, with wet tears hanging from his eyelashes, his teeth nibbled at his rosy and full lower lip, before he stopped talking.

Ning Yin didn’t look sideways and walked past her to enter the door.

He has an old disease on his left leg. It is said that he was injured when he was in exile when he was young. He walked slowly, but instead gave birth to an elegant walk in the courtyard.

Yu Lingxi noticed that his boots were splattered with dark red, and he didn’t need to guess who’s blood was, so he became more and more uneasy.

Xue Cen must have been severely punished, but he should still be alive. If he died, Ning Yin would definitely carry his head into the door and ask Yu Lingxi to “appreciate” together.

The floor-to-ceiling lanterns illuminated the hall, and the attendants quietly retreated.

Ning Yin sat on the edge of the couch, slowly wiped his slender knuckles, and called, “Come here.”

During the two years in the Prince Regent’s residence, what Yu Lingxi feared most was that while wiping the fresh blood on his hands, he smiled and said to her, “Lingxi, come here.”

But she had no way, and Xue Cen’s life was in the hands of Ning Yin.

Yu Lingxi calmed down and tried her best to make her figure not look so rigid, lowered her head and gently moved over.

Then, with a plop, he knelt down in front of Ning Yin and whispered, “My lord, I was wrong.”

Ning Yin was still wiping his fingers unhurriedly.

Because he was not good at walking, he concentrated on training his upper body, and his arm strength was different from ordinary people. His knuckles were pale and slender, and the back of his hands were slightly bulging, and he could easily crush a person’s neck bone.

He looked over and his voice was very gentle: “Tell me, what’s wrong?”

When Yu Lingxi leaned over, her slender waist showed a very attractive curve, and her fingers twisted the edge of her sleeves uneasily, trying to make her voice more sincere.

“The mistake is that without the permission of the lord, he went out to catch up with his righteous brother.”

She deliberately aggravated the words “brother of righteousness” and deftly argued, hoping to dispel Ning Yin’s anger.

Yu Lingxi wanted to save Xue Cen, not because he was the handsome and elegant grandson of the prime minister’s mansion, nor because he still had a young and ignorant affection for him.

Just because she was pushed into a soft sedan chair and presented to the palace that night, Xue Erlang, who was as arrogant as the bright moon, clenched his teeth and prostrated himself at the feet of the young regent, kneeling humbly in the torrential rain until dawn.

He was the only close friend of his deceased brother, and countless girls in Chang’an fell in love with him. He had a bright future ahead, and Yu Lingxi owed him a debt.

Ning Yin seemed to snort, “Brother Jieyi? How did this king hear that you and Xue Erlang of the Prime Minister’s office are childhood sweethearts, and the relationship is broken.”

“The childhood sweethearts are real, and the broken links are fake, but it’s just a joke when my parents were alive…”

Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

The Prince Regent, who is frightening to the world, is extremely handsome in appearance, especially when he smiles, with a kind of morbid paleness and warmth.

“Why don’t this king fulfill your desperate couple, how about you?” he said softly.

Those slender and well-proportioned hands that had taken countless people’s lives hovered around Yu Lingxi’s slender neck, causing a terrifying trembling.

Yu Lingxi suppressed the fear in his heart, raised his head and said, “No… not much.”

Ning Yin did not distinguish between emotions and anger, and pinched the tender meat on the back of her neck with her fingers.

Understood, it seems that if I don’t come up with some means, I’m afraid I won’t be able to be good tonight.

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to turn his heart away.

She bit her red lips, raised her delicate fingertips tremblingly, and unscrambled Ning Yin’s belt and robe.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her hands were as soft as bones.

Ning Yin raised his eyebrows slightly.

[End of This Chapter]