Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 32

[Chapter 32 The question is so fierce.]

When the wind blows, the copper bells hanging from the corners of the water pavilion jingle.

Ning Yin turned the lychee core between his fingers, looked at Yu Lingxi who was holding the pen in a daze, and raised his eyebrows for a moment: “Don’t you like it?”

Could this be a matter of liking or not?

Depending on who receives the “hair” pen made of hair, it will take some time to react.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, I’m just curious.”

Yu Lingxi held the complex and smooth body of carved lacquer, the white fingertips contrasted with the delicate red, and said, “If next time, I will praise you for your beautiful eyes?”

“If my sister likes it, it’s not a bad idea to gouge out my eyes and give it to my sister.”

Ning Yin actually thought about it seriously, and said calmly, “It’s just that my sister is benevolent. It’s a little troublesome to deal with my eyes, so I can’t scare my sister.”

“No need.”

Yu Lingxi hurriedly stopped this dangerous topic, “The hair can still grow if it is cut, but if the eyes and limbs are missing, it will be incomplete. The things of the human body are best when they are alive…”

Just as she was talking, she suddenly heard Ning Yin smiled lowly: “Oh, it turns out that my sister likes to use work.” biqiudu. com

Thanks to him, when Yu Lingxi heard the word “use”, her cheeks became dry subconsciously.

She frowned, a little helpless: “I mean, you should cherish your own body.”

This time, Ning Yin didn’t smile, her dark eyes stared at her eyelashes for a long time, not knowing if she heard it.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, “Can you use this piece and write an inscription?”

In the case on the side, paper and ink were arranged.

Just dipping Ning Yin’s beautiful hair in ink, she couldn’t bear it.

Yu Lingxi calmed down, before using water to change the edge of the pen, running the ink and saying, “What do you want me to write?”

Ning Yin’s right hand was behind him, and his left hand, wrapped in apricot-white ribbons, slowly researched the ink sticks. He looked back at the scene from yesterday and said, “The cheeks are red and the musk navel is full of fragrance.”

The stroke of the pen paused, and a tail of ink “color” was drawn on the rice paper.

“This is very tough, suitable for free and easy cursive, not suitable for writing this sentence.”

Yu Lingxi pretended not to understand his thoughts, but he wrote a sentence from “Book of Changes”: A gentleman hides his utensils in his body, and moves from time to time.

A “gentleman” is a person with both virtues and the son of a king, who hides and waits for an opportunity. Ning Yin prided himself on being smart, but he couldn’t “feel” what Yu Lingxi meant.

His rubbing of ink slowed down, with a smile that was not a smile: “Sister’s words are too worthy of me.”

“I’m very accurate, I can’t be wrong.”

Yu Lingxi dried the handwriting and handed the written word to Ning Yin with a sincere smile, “Thank you for your pen, it’s very useful.”

Ning Yin lowered his eyes, raised his hand slowly, and held the other end of the rice paper.

The free and easy handwriting on the paper, like a brand mark on the bottom of his eyes.

The breeze ruffled a pool of spring water, and the willow leaves rustled.

Ning Yin’s eyes were dim, and when he looked at the moon gate behind the rockery, a plain clothes flashed by.

Zhao Yuming returned.

She was slamming Yu Lingxi’s body’s blissful fragrance, but she could not help but have a panoramic view of the scene in the water pavilion.

At the moment when the black-clothed boy turned his head slightly, she was startled and turned away in a hurry.

When she reached the corner gate of the General’s Mansion, she stopped with lingering fears. After a brief moment of surprise, there was a deep surge of jealousy.

The youth in the waterside was covered by the pillars. She had no face. She should have been a bodyguard from her clothes. Yu Lingxi treated him with a frown and a smile.

I heard from Zhao Xu again, the “medicine” effect of Bliss Incense…

Zhao Yuming covered her ragged face, and a dark coursing welled up in her heart.

Since she came to Yu Mansion to celebrate her birthday a few years ago, she has never forgotten about Xue Erlang who first met Mingyue Langhuai at the banquet. She knew that her father was only a seventh-rank official with a slightly cold family background, and there was no reliable brother to support her, so she could only bury her heart in the bottom of her heart.

But gradually, this intention was twisted and swelled by the jealousy and inferiority day after day, eroding her beyond recognition.

Yu Lingxi was intoxicated by the fragrance of bliss, and could not be a perfect body, how could it be cleaner than himself? Why could Xue Erlang accept her but not himself?

It is a blessing to lose oneself to the prince, but it is a shame for Yu Lingxi to lose one’s life to a lowly servant.

Zhao Yuming slowly clenched his fingers and said to the servant next to him, “Hongzhu, let’s go to the Xue residence.”

“Sister, are you still in the mood?”

The maid looked embarrassed, “Xue Erlang won’t see you. He didn’t even let you in the next time he came to visit. Besides, you are going to the palace soon, so he wants to avoid suspicion.”

Zhao Yuming paused and said unwillingly, “Then ask, when is Young Master Xue’s door today, I will block him from outside.”

Seeing that the maid didn’t move, she urged, “I won’t have a chance tomorrow, hurry up!”

No matter what method she uses, she must tell Xue Cen what she saw with her own eyes, and let him marry Yu Lingxi.

In the wing room, the cigarettes of the beast furnace are scattered.

Yu Lingxi washed the ink pen with the red plum pattern, carefully absorbed the water with a cotton cloth, and put it on the pen stand to dry.

Running his fingertips over the complicated patterns of lacquer, he couldn’t help chuckling: The madman’s method is still so unreasonable.

The parents of the body, the skin, and the lover are willing to cut off such a strand as a gift when they are newly married. Using hair as a pen, how did he get here?

While smiling, Yu Xinyi pushed open the door, and Yu Lingxi withdrew her hand.

Yu Xinyi didn’t notice her movement, she put the knife on the table, rubbed her neck and said, “I just saw Zhao Yuming sneaking out of the corner door, didn’t I do anything to you?”

“Zhao Yuming?”

Shouldn’t she be leaving sooner?

What happened, Yu Lingxi snorted: “It doesn’t matter, the things she thinks are arrogant, they are just empty, and they can’t hurt me at all.”

Only those who have a heart can be dirty.

As he was on the way, he suddenly heard the noise of people coming from the front yard.

“Sister, what’s going on outside?” Yu Lingxi asked.

“Oh, it was Yu Huanchen who came back from the palace. It is said that there was a sudden typhoon in the four counties of Luozhou, which damaged thousands of hectares of farmhouses and tens of thousands of victims.”

Yu Xinyi said, “The emperor ordered Yu Huanchen to escort the food for disaster relief, and it will be distributed tonight.”

“So fast?”

“It’s an emergency, and it’s not uncommon to leave the camp overnight.”

Even so, Yu Lingxi still felt that something was wrong.

Why do people in the general’s manor face things like delivering food for disaster relief?

At the end of You Shi, as soon as the sky turned dark, Yu Huanchen rectified the crowd.

Yu Lingxi stood in front of the steps with a gauze lantern, and told Yu Huanchen, who was in military uniform and armor, “The disaster relief is very involved, and my brother is very hopeful.”

Yu Huanchen put the reins around his hand, and Lang Ran smiled and said, “I can’t handle this kind of thing well. I’m sorry for my status as General Yu. Don’t worry, wait for my brother to come back!”

After speaking, Yu Xinyi, who folded his arms, said with a sullen face: “Yu Xinyi, take good care of A-Niang and sister!”

“Is it still up to you?”

Yu Xinyi said in disgust, “Get out of here, it’s too late.”

Yu Huanchen swung his horsewhip and led Yu Jun’s cronies toward the city gate.

The fire zigzagged and quickly disappeared into the night.

…

The wind was blowing all night, and the sky was dripping with rain.

At the back corner door of the house, Ning Yin passed the Yu Mansion guards who were on duty, and stepped down the stone steps on the heavy red leaves.

A trader approached, holding a cargo box and shouting with a rattle. Seeing Ning Yin, he hurried forward and said diligently, “Lang Jun, do you want to buy candy?”

Ning Yin paused, glanced at the colorful preserved fruits and candy granules in the cargo box, and asked casually, “Is there any caramel?”

“There are some.” The trader hurriedly took a piece of oiled paper and scooped a spoonful of caramel for him.

“My subordinates have followed His Highness’s instructions to build momentum in the workshops. The Censor Desk is impeaching the prince for his immorality. We will only wait until the time is right.”

The salesman kept moving his hands and reported in a voice that only each other could hear, “Also, the people from the General’s Mansion are secretly checking the past of His Highness. The subordinates are afraid that Yucha will find that His Royal Highness is in their mansion, so they have to do it…”

“No need.” Ning Yin “touched” a copper plate and placed it in the drawer of the cargo box with a calm expression, “Let them check.”

As for Yu Huanchen’s fate, come back alive to check his details.

After all, although Ning Tan’s pig was incompetent, he held a grudge.

“Check Bliss for me.” Ning Yin smiled.

“Okay.” The merchant laughed and offered the wrapped caramel with both hands: “Lang Jun, walk slowly.”

Ning Yin carried the sugar bag behind him, hit the steps with the sound of the rattling drum, and walked towards the water pavilion.

Yu Lingxi really practiced calligraphy there.

The wind stirred her pale red skirt, like a touch of morning glow drifting away.

As if he knew that he would meet him, he specially did not bring a servant to serve.

So Ning Yin walked by and stretched out his hand to slowly study ink for her.

His attitude is leisurely, and he is not born to serve people. It is not so much a study of ink, but a playful tease.

“Where is it? Walnut said, you’re not in the bungalow.”

Yu Lingxi glanced at his hand with slender knuckles, his skin “color” was lined with thick black ink strips, with a cold jade-like texture.

She always felt that Ning Yin’s hands were very suitable for interlocking fingers…

Realizing what she was thinking about, Yu Lingxi’s heart tightened, and she hurriedly shook out the “chaotic” method in her mind.

“Buy candy.” Ning Yin wiped her hands, put the caramel she just bought on the stone table, and pushed it towards Yu Lingxi.

Then he paused for a while, lowered his eyes and dragged his tone: “The one my sister used was not the pen I gave.”

Yu Lingxi followed his line of sight and glanced at the bamboo pen in his hand, pretending not to hear the coolness in his tone: “Your pen is so beautiful, I can’t bear to use it.”

Yu Lingxi didn’t have the hobby of writing with her hair, so she kept the red-picking pen made by Ning Yin herself in the room.

She had already made up her mind. If Ning Yin didn’t recognize her past when she gained power in the future, she would show him the pen in exchange for a comfortable future.

“What is my sister calculating? Eyeballs are rolling around.”

Ning Yin seemed to be wearing her absent-mindedness and chuckled lightly.

Yu Lingxi gathered her thoughts, and simply put the pen down.

“Wei Qi, I have something to ask you.”

She pursed her lips, seemed to consider it for a long time, and said softly, “If… I mean, if there is a person who served you for two years and suddenly died, what would you do with her?”

This idea has been there since yesterday.

Yesterday, Ning Yin said that he didn’t like Zhao Yuming’s face, so Yu Lingxi vaguely guessed why Ning Yin in the previous life would scratch Zhao Yuming’s face with a cane after her.

So, whether or not she could get the answer to her previous life’s doubts and concerns from Ning Yin’s body in this life.

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows slightly, as if wondering why she would ask this.

But his tone was still cold and thin, and he said lightly: “It’s easy, just dig a hole and bury it.”

He didn’t know why he would answer this boring assumption, probably because Yu Lingxi’s eyes were too serious and serious at this time.

“If that’s the case, then there isn’t even a pit?” Yu Lingxi asked again.

Intuition told her that Ning Yin’s answer might be the crux of the matter.

Ning Yin was tired, swiped a piece of candy from the table and said, “That’s nothing, and it’s not worth my trouble.”

Hearing this, Yu Lingxi was stuck in his heart.

He had been caring about things for so long, but Yu Ning Yinlai was just a cold “nothing, it’s not worth the trouble”.

Because it’s not worth the trouble, let her corpse lie in a dark secret room without even giving her a chance to bury her in the ground?

Getting an answer is more frustrating than not getting an answer.

Yu Lingxi glared at him, snatched the caramel from his hand and said, “I won’t give it to you.”

Ning Yin was stunned.

Looking at Kong Luoluo’s palm, he said “tsk”: How fierce.

Yu Lingxi thought that it had been so long, and the real murderer who poisoned her was about to come to light. She should not mind the days when she was a lonely ghost…

Hearing Ning Yin’s answer, he still couldn’t hide his sadness.

Strange, she used to be very good, so she wouldn’t be so pretentious.

Seeing her sitting alone without speaking, the coolness in Ning Yin’s eyes finally sank, turning into a little doubt.

He stared at Yu Lingxi’s trembling eyelashes for a long time before he peeled a candy for her and handed it to her.

He blinked his eyes very slowly and called, “Sister?”

The “milk” fragrant caramel was twisted at his fingertips, and Yu Lingxi wrinkled her nose, feeling boring again.

What do the evils committed by the great lunatic in the previous life compare with the current lunatic?

She glanced at Ning Yin, but before she spoke, she saw Hu Tao running over in a hurry, breaking the silence: “Sister…”

Seeing that Ning Yin was there, Hu Tao had some scruples.

Yu Lingxi sorted things out and motioned to her: “Speak straight, what’s the matter?”

“Sister, something happened to Zhao’s house.”

Hu Tao lowered her voice, “Cousin.”

[End of This Chapter]