Marrying The Villain - Chapter 87

Ning Yin and Yu Lingxi are not the same.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was because the Xue family repeated their tricks that it prompted him to dream about fragments of his previous life.

This is really unbelievable.

But after going through all kinds of rebirth, no matter how unimaginable things happen, it is just a reunion after a long absence.

Yu Lingxi has a lot to say, and she has traveled too far with this secret alone, and she never had the opportunity to confide in it.

But the words came to his lips, but only turned into a chuckle.

“It was just a nightmare.”

She took Ning Yin’s slightly cool hand and walked to a corner where there was no one, and repeated softly, “It’s just a dream, Ning Yin.”

The fragrance of flowers rose and fell in the night wind, Yu Lingxi’s eyelashes were a little wet, but she smiled warmly and brightly.

“It was a heinous dream.”

Ning Yin’s eyes fell on Yu Lingxi’s light red eyes, and after a while, she said softly, “Punish me, let me hurt a little.”

It seems that only the pain she bestows can overwhelm the pain at the apex of my heart when I wake up from the dream.

What should Yu Lingxi punish him for?

Tell him that you died on his couch in the previous life, and then watch him go crazy and abuse himself?

It’s not easy to get to this point, the wedding is coming soon, it’s time to taste the sweetness.

So she stood on tiptoe and pulled down Ning Yin’s neck, two shadows on the wall, one tall and one short, overlapped and sniffed together.

She closed her eyes and touched Ning Yin’s lips with difficulty.

His lips were so cold, without the warmth of a living person. Yu Lingxi clings tighter, carefully wrapping his upper lip in her mouth, to take away the softest warmth.

Ning Yin opened her eyes and almost kissed her back suddenly.

There was a lingering smile in his lacquered eyes, shining brightly, but his lips and tongue were so barbaric that it seemed to suffocate people.

The guard was still waiting in the distance, Yu Lingxi blushed, and leaned her back against the rough wall, so uncomfortable that she subconsciously wanted to push him.

But his arms were so tightly bound, his knuckles turned white, Yu Lingxi’s hand was raised in mid-air, and finally had to be gently lowered, just like he used to caress a cat, instead of stroking his back.

The fragrance of flowers is accompanied by the beauty of blood, blooming in this quiet spring night.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Yin gradually calmed down, lowered her eyelids, and bit her lower lip lightly.

Yu Lingxi held onto his arm tightly, breathing so fast that she could hardly utter a complete sentence: “Feel better, little lunatic?”

Ning Yin caressed her cheek, except for the **** in her eyes, her complexion had returned to normal.

“You see, nightmares always wake up.”

She hugged Ning Yin’s waist, her voice was softer than the February wind, “We still have many tomorrows.”

After a long time, Ning Yin replied slowly: “Well, every day there is a different kind of pain. Even if you die, you will die on Sui Sui’s body.”

very good.

Yu Lingxi could only comfort herself with blushing ears: If you start to go crazy in the mood, it seems that you have returned to normal.

When the little lunatic returned to normal, it was the time when the Xue family and the people behind him were destroyed.

In the dead of night, the Yu Mansion was still brightly lit and bustling with people.

When Yu Lingxi returned to the flower hall, she saw Mrs. Yu and Su Wan personally supervising the servants to prepare the tea arrangement for tomorrow, very busy.

“It’s late at night, sister-in-law, go and have a rest, there’s still one in her stomach.”

Yu Lingxi pulled Su Wan aside and sat down, not allowing her to run around again. As soon as he turned around, he saw Yu Huanchen striding over.

“Is everything settled with him?” The “he” in Yu Huanchen’s mouth was naturally Ning Yin.

Yu Lingxi said “hmm” and said with a smile, “He was already prepared, so it was a false alarm.”

“Where’s Xue Cen?” She asked again.

“The poison was extremely difficult to detect, so we had to send the person and the evidence to Dali Temple.”

Yu Huanchen frowned slightly, folded his arms and said, “However, he has been given medicine to induce vomiting in time, and the Imperial Hospital is currently consulting in Dali Temple. If the poison Xue Cen suffered is really ‘Hundred Flowers Kill’, how much poison can be absorbed and how many days can he live? It’s all unknown.”

Su Wan glanced at the silent Yu Lingxi, and quietly tugged Mr. Rafe’s cuff.

Yu Huanchen also realized that Yaomei was about to get married, so it was not appropriate to talk about these topics.

Yu Lingxi was still thinking about it, thought for a while and said: “There is a medicine man who may have a solution, but he is not in Beijing now, so I don’t know if he can make it in time.”

“Okay, brother will deal with it.”

Yu Huanchen patted his sister’s hair, bowed his head and smiled, “What Sui Sui has to do now is to sleep well and wait for tomorrow’s ceremony.”

Yu Lingxi also laughed, bending her moist eyes and saying, “Brother, this life is really good.”

February eighteenth.

Good luck, suitable for marriage.

On Pingdan, the rooster crows, the sky is white, and the ceremony of leaving the pavilion arrives as scheduled.

As soon as it was dawn, Yu Lingxi went to the bed to freshen up, take a bath and change clothes.

Prince Jing’s Mansion sent quite a few skillful dressing maids to perform their respective duties from hair washing to manicure, bun to makeup, and they didn’t get fully dressed until noon.

Yu Lingxi looked at herself in the bronze mirror. The phoenix crown was shining brightly, the red dress was swaying with gold, and the gold and jade bracelets on her wrists jingled. The black hair on the temples set off the snow-skinned red lips, which was almost unfamiliar.

No matter how many times I have made psychological preparations, when I saw myself wearing a bright red wedding dress and waiting for my sweetheart to welcome the bride, my heart was still surging and it was hard to stop.

This time, she is really going to get married.

Yu Lingxi had mixed feelings, and she blinked, but the corners of her mouth curled up mercilessly.

At the auspicious time of dusk, the welcoming team from Prince Jing’s Mansion arrived on time.

Ning Yin didn’t have any relatives or friends to act as bridesmaids, he personally led people to welcome his relatives.

According to the etiquette system, there was originally a process of blocking the door to urge makeup, but because Ning Yin’s status is so dignified and prominent, the guests’ fear of him is almost engraved in their bones, and no one dared to stop the marriage for a while.

Holding the fan in her hand, Yu Lingxi walked across the long red carpet step by step with Yu Huanchen’s arm in her hand. The years of the two lives were intertwined and completed at this moment.

In the dim vision of the setting sun, she saw Ning Yin who drove straight to the door.

Across the dangling phoenix crown and pendant beads in front of him, it can be seen that His Royal Highness King Jing is wearing a crowned auspicious attire, standing upright, handsome and powerful like a mountain god, with a natural aura of nobility.

Behind him, colorful ribbons were flying, the canopy was shining brightly, Wu Ya knelt down and there was an endless crowd of welcoming palace people.

But his eyes always looked at her, revealing a relaxed pleasure.

“After you get married, you don’t have to bear with being wronged.”

Before handing over his sister to King Jing, Yu Huanchen whispered under the cover of joy, “Remember, the Yu family will always be behind you.”

Yu Lingxi’s eyes were sore, and she bowed deeply in the direction of her parents, then turned around and placed her fingertips on Ning Yin’s outstretched palm.

The man’s phalanx is slender and tough, giving people the strength of stability.

After the canonization ceremony of welcoming the relatives, they have to enter the palace to have an audience with the empress.

But the queen was deposed because of the crime, and the emperor suffered a stroke, so Ning Yin sent Yu Lingxi to the palace directly. People from the Ministry of Rites and Guanglu Temple all turned a blind eye, and no one dared to speak up.

Although frightened by Ning Yin’s ruthlessness, many lengthy procedures have been streamlined, but they still tossed into the night.

Ning Yin has no relatives or friends, so Prince Jing’s Mansion is not as noisy as Yu’s Mansion. Instead, it is full of fire, trees, silver flowers and colorful lights.

“Miss…no, princess wangfei.”

Walnut, who came to serve together, held two long sandalwood boxes and asked for instructions, “Where do you put these two things?”

Inside the box are the red brushes and hairpins presented by Ning Yin.

Originally, she also wanted to bring that sleek cat with her, but she really got a rash when she touched it, so she had to give up.

Yu Lingxi took two mouthfuls of porridge, thought for a while and said, “Let’s put it on the table, and I’ll clean it up later.”

Hu Tao gave a loud “Hey” and couldn’t help rambling: “I heard from the people in the Ministry of Rites that the regulations for King Jing to marry you this time are even worse than the marriage of the Crown Princess in the East Palace. It is really rare in the capital for a century. , a grand event with great vigor and vitality.”

Speaking of this, Hu Tao was a little bit embarrassed.

Who would have thought that the “beggar”, who was scarred like a wild dog, would become the powerful and powerful His Royal Highness King Jing?

While chatting, Ning Yin stepped on the shadow of a lamp and opened the door to enter.

Hu Tao hurriedly handed the fan to Yu Lingxi, bowed her head together with the other attendants, and did not dare to make a sound.

Ning Yin changed into bright red clothes, jade crown and jade belt, which set off her handsome face. Yu Lingxi has never seen a man like Ning Yin. He has seen him thousands of times in his two lifetimes, and if he sees you in another scene, he will still be amazed by him.

He walked up to Yu Lingxi as if no one else was there, reached out and took off the fan in her hand, raised his finger to put the bead on her forehead behind her ear, and looked at it for a long time.

Being so close, Yu Lingxi could even see his little self reflected in his eyes.

Bright red, like two **** of flames jumping in his dark eyes.

“It’s beautiful.” He concluded slowly.

Yu Lingxi’s eyes sparkled, and she chuckled softly, “It’s not the hour yet, why don’t you go to the dinner party?”

“A group of miscellaneous fish is also worthy of being entertained by the king himself?”

Ning Yin simply sat down in the chair opposite, admiring the delicate and beautiful bride openly.

The maid in charge of the master of ceremonies is a fine person. Seeing that King Jing was getting impatient, she immediately took out the Hebei wine tied with a red string, and respectfully said: “Please drink the Hehe wine with the princess and the concubine. It will be a good marriage for a hundred years.”

The Hejin wine was served in a gourd, and it was a big bowl. After taking a sip, Yu Lingxi started to feel hot.

Ning Yin is not faceless, no matter how much she drinks, she still has a cold and white face, but there will be a little crimson at the end of her eyes, making her look a little more glamorous.

The two exchange gourds and drink the remaining half glass of wine.

Ning Yin looked at Yu Lingxi with dark eyes, and with a smile on her face, she deliberately pressed her lips against the lip marks she had left on the rim of the cup and drank it.

“…”

In a daze, Yu Lingxi took a mouthful of wine and almost choked on it.

The sip of wine was not drunk, at least half of it was caught between Ning Yin’s lips.

Yu Lingxi’s body was hot, her cheeks were flushed, and she didn’t know whether it was because of the drunkenness or because of the drunken kiss with the clear aroma of wine just now.

The maids are gone, and no one is bold enough to come to disturb King Jing’s bridal chamber.

In the huge sleeping hall, only the entwined breathing of each other can be heard.

Her makeup was stained with sweat and she felt a little uncomfortable. Yu Lingxi stroked the phoenix crown pendant hanging loosely on her temples, and whispered, “I haven’t bathed and changed yet, so I’ll go take off my makeup first.”

After finishing speaking, he pushed Ning Yin away with his remaining rationality, and quickly turned behind the screen.

After removing the phoenix crown and hair bun, washing off the makeup, Yu Lingxi loosened her long hair, and raised her hand to pat her wet and delicate cheek to refresh herself.

After thinking about it, she took off her wedding dress and walked out of the screen dazedly in only a crimson shirt and skirt.

Ning Yin had already stripped off her outer robe and belt, and was wearing a loose robe of the same color. She was leaning on the couch and reading something.

His posture was leisurely and elegant, without raising his eyes, he patted the side beside him and called, “Come here.”

Seeing him flip through so carefully, Yu Lingxi aroused curiosity.

She put up her skirt and sat beside him, leaning on the edge of the couch, and curiously asked, “What are you looking at? So sure…”

Before he finished speaking, he was taken aback by the picture of white flowers on the pamphlet.

According to the tradition of Beijing and China, when a woman gets married, there will be a plan to avoid fire in the dowry at the bottom of the box, which is used for making known things.

Ning Yin actually took out this object, and still saw it like this…

So unchanging.

“The raw rice has been cooked, so how many pictures are you afraid of?”

Ning Yin stared at Yu Lingxi who was pretending to be calm, laughed, bit her blushing ear tip and said, “I’m newlywed tonight, I’m the oldest, let’s pick a few pages.”

Yu Lingxi was stunned for a while before she understood what he meant by “picking a few pages”.

She wouldn’t obediently jump into the trap, trying to look away, but Ning Yin gently pinched her jaw, and gently but forcefully told her to learn to choose.

“This, or this?”

He turned the page, then shook his head and said, “This is not good, the swing is so wobbly, it’s easy to hurt Suisui.”

Enough is enough!

Yu Lingxi blushed, she simply pulled down his skirt and sealed it with her lips.

The booklet fell on the ground, and the candles were lingering, illuminating the gentle night.

…

Yu Lingxi has always felt that Ning Yin’s complexion is so cold that it is almost pale, which is very suitable for red.

But when Yu Lingxi’s eyes wandered and she watched the tattoo on his heart emerge, turning from pale to blood-like crimson, she was still shocked and her heart trembled.

It turned out that this was the seal that Ning Yin carved for her.

Her unique seal.

The hot air in the soup pool shattered a pool of wave shadows.

Yu Lingxi’s eyelashes were moist, leaning against Ning Yin’s bosom, she stretched out her slender fingers to carefully trace the bright and unfading word “Lingxi” on Ning Yin’s heart, and asked in a hoarse voice, “When did you stab it?”

“After cooking for the first time, there is no pretense of other people’s hands.”

For a lunatic, the seal engraved on dead jade is not as beautiful as “living jade”, so Ning Yin engraved her name on the scar on her heart.

He took Yu Lingxi’s hand, leading her to touch the bright red, chuckled and said, “Do you like it?”

What can Yu Lingxi say?

I like him until my heart is sore, and it will last for a long time.

“It hurts, right?”

She pressed her cheek against his wet chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

Ning Yin hugged her slender waist and raised the line of her lips.

Does it hurt? Can not remember.

He only remembered the incomparable excitement when everything about Yu Lingxi burned on him.

“Next time, give me one too.”

Yu Lingxi snorted, “If it hurts, it hurts.”

A piece of rose petal fluctuated along the water, sticking to her chest, a little itchy.

She reached out to take it off, but Ning Yin grabbed her wrist.

He looked carefully for a long time, Fang lowered his eyes, and gently took away the fragrant flower with his teeth.

Yu Lingxi trembled all over, and when she raised her head, she saw bright red petals contained between his light-colored thin lips, which were unparalleled in beauty.

How could he be willing to let Yu Lingxi suffer?

Ning Yin stretched out the tip of her tongue, rolled the petals into her mouth, and chewed them slowly.

He squinted his eyes and said: “Next time, use red blood to draw a flower on Suisui’s chest snow, it will have the same effect.”