Marrying The Villain

At the end of Haiti, Yu Huanchen came back alone in the dark.

Su Wan got up immediately, stepped forward and said nervously, "Husband, have you found Suisui?"

Yu Huanchen looked solemn, shook his head and said, "Yu Xinyi and the guards are still looking for it. How about parents?"

"Aniang heard the news, her old illness relapsed, and she drank the decoction before falling asleep."

Su Wan poured a cup of tea for him, and said in a low voice, "Father went to Jingzhao Mansion, but he hasn't returned yet."

Yu Huanchen took the teacup and nodded thoughtfully.

The villain Yu Yongningqiao openly assassinated the chariots and horses of the military generals of the court, but the patrol envoys to maintain the safety of the capital came late, and it was a bit hasty to settle the case with the vendetta of Mobei people...

Unless it is instructed by the people above.

Yu Huanchen checked the crossbows and weapons used by the assassins, and they were all coated with poison. And the younger sister was injured on her arm, and it has been two hours since Wei Qi took her away this time, her life or death is unknown.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly found that his wife beside him hadn't moved for a long time.

Yu Huanchen looked to the side, and saw Su Wan sitting behind the desk with his head bowed, his nose was red, and his ten thin fingers were about to tear the handkerchief to pieces.

Yu Huanchen lowered his head and approached her, looked at her big tear-filled eyes, and asked uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"

He suddenly leaned over, Su Guan hurriedly turned his face away and wiped his eyes, and said guiltily: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't asked Sui Sui to leave the house, I wouldn't have hurt her..."

As he spoke, his voice choked up, his head lowered, and only his slightly trembling jaw could be seen.

Yu Huanchen felt as if he had been slashed by a knife, curled up his fingers, and wiped his wife's tears clumsily.

"I don't blame you, the assassin came after me."

Yu Huanchen explained, "If you want to blame it, you're blaming me. You shouldn't be allowed to leave the house in my carriage."

Right now, we can only see if Wei Qi can treat his sister well.

…

When Yu Lingxi woke up, it was Yenong's time.

The eye-catching red gauze soft tent and flower branch candlestick made her feel dazed for a moment.

If it wasn't for the pain from the neatly bandaged arrow wound on her arm, she almost thought she was still in a dream of her previous life.

Probably because of the detoxification, Yu Lingxi was very clear-headed. Slightly looking sideways, I saw Ning Yin changed into a snow-colored robe, sitting with her legs folded on the side of the couch, propping her temples and closing her eyes to rest.

I am used to seeing him wearing dark military uniforms, but once I change the style, I have the handsomeness of a mountain god. The light hit his profile, his nose was straight and his lips were pale, and his thick eyelashes were lightly closed, covering those eyes that were too cold and cold, and his whole person became soft.

Memories before coma emerged little by little. Yu Lingxi remembered that she was delirious and said a lot of nonsense, and she even remembered Ning Yin's dark red eyes.

Is he like this, has been guarding himself?

Yu Lingxi's heart moved slightly, and her eyes softened.

Just about to take a second look, but saw the thin lips slightly parted, and said slowly: "Miss still has the strength to peek, I think she is recovering well."

While speaking, Ning Yin opened her eyelashes, revealing a pair of eyes thicker than the night.

Yu Lingxi suspected that he must have had a third eye.

She endured the pain and sat up for a while, the ring consultant: "Where is this place?"

"The brothel." Ning Yin said.

Yu Lingxi blinked, and the quilt fell off her chest weakly, revealing the thin and permeable gauze underwear. On the top of the red gauze tent, there is also a large embroidered spring picture of a man and a woman with white flowers overlapping each other...

Yu Lingxi looked away, her small expression never hiding from Ning Yin's eyes.

He raised his eyebrows: "Although the things here are bolder, they are all clean."

"Then this clothes..."

"Of course I changed the clothes for Miss myself."

The corners of Ning Yin's lips curled up imperceptibly, "The hands of other people are dirty, and they are not worthy of serving Miss."

Yu Lingxi couldn't recover, not because she felt ashamed, but because she couldn't imagine what kind of mood Ning Yin, who would trample the world under her feet, would wait for others to change and undress.

He didn't bother to do this kind of thing before.

The light clothing on her body seemed to be warmed up, she said "Oh", "Thank you."

Unexpectedly, the injury on her arm caused her to "hiss" in pain.

Ning Yin frowned, got up and grabbed an embroidered pillow to cushion her waist, then pushed open the door, and explained something to the person waiting outside.

When she came back with the medicine bowl, she saw Yu Lingxi knelt and leaned over, frowning, rummaging for something on the couch.

Ning Yin's eyes followed her soft black hair, paused for a while at the sunken waist, pushed her forward to sit on the couch, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Where's my jade?"

Yu Lingxi hugged the quilt, enduring the pain of the wound and making gestures, "It's the black jade that was put in the sandalwood box earlier."

What kind of baby is worth her thinking about so much?

Thinking of how she was grasping the box unable to water, Ning Yin stirred the soup with a porcelain spoon, and said coolly, "I lost it."

"what…"

Yu Lingxi sighed softly, unable to hide her regret, "The jade was meant to be given to you."

The hand that was stirring the porcelain spoon paused slightly.

"But it's okay, I'll give you a better one next time."

The surviving life after the catastrophe is the greatest blessing, so Yu Lingxi doesn't care about the gains and losses.

She looked at the bowl of black-brown soup in Ning Yin's hand, swallowed, and finally stretched out her uninjured right hand, and said obediently: "I'll do it myself."

The fingertips are fine and white, showing a jade-like luster under the candlelight.

Where do I need to say goodbye to jade?

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows slightly: Isn't the best jade right in front of you?

He turned a blind eye to Yu Lingxi's outstretched right hand, but slowly scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew it a little, and brought it to her lips.

Yu Lingxi was surprised, and then smiled slightly: "There is no one else here, so there is no need for Your Highness."

Ning Yin frowned.

Then he remembered something, nodded his head and said: "I forgot, Miss doesn't like me feeding by hand, so I have to change it."

After finishing speaking, he gestured to take back the porcelain spoon and sent it to his own mouth.

He deliberately misinterpreted what he meant, and Yu Lingxi couldn't do anything about it.

He had no choice but to lean over and bite his spoon, and sip the bitter soup into his mouth with lightning speed.

Because the rushing action was too hasty, some of the soup spilled out, and dripped down the corners of Yu Lingxi's lips onto Ning Yin's lower garment, leaving two light brown wet marks.

Ning Yin's dark eyes fainted with extremely shallow waves, and he wiped the corner of her mouth with his sleeve.

"Hey, don't stain your clothes."

Yu Lingxi wanted to hide, but when Ning Yin's eyes darkened, she obediently did not move.

Ning Yin wiped the corners of her mouth slowly, and said nonchalantly, "Miss's mouth is not dirty."

I've tasted it earlier, it's sweet and soft.

After wiping his mouth, he began to feed the medicine again.

Yu Lingxi seemed to know Ning Yin for the first time, staring at him without blinking, even forgetting the bitterness of the soup.

She has always been afraid of suffering, and used to pinch her nose when taking medicine, but this time she was being fed spoonful by spoonful by Ning Yin, it was difficult but not difficult.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Ning Yin's temper at this time was extremely good.

However, when I think of him, he is very thoughtful, the calmer he is, the more out of control his heart is, and he is afraid that he will hide something in his heart.

She worried for a long time, but Ning Yin thought she was feeling bitter, so she took a candied fruit from the small plate next to her and stuffed it between her bitter lips.

Yu Lingxi froze for a moment, holding the candied fruit in her mouth, it was sweet from the tip of her tongue to the bottom of her heart.

She hugged her knees, let three thousand black hair hang down from her shoulders, and quietly savored the sweetness of this moment.

"Do you know the identity of the assassin?" Ning Yin picked up the handkerchief and slowly wiped off the sugar stains on her fingertips.

Hearing this, Yu Lingxi recalled the scene before and after the assassination.

When blocked on the bridge, the assassin in disguise had been secretly observing the carriage of the Yu Mansion. After the assassination, when the leading assassin saw her and Su Wan, they seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"We were riding in the carriage that brother used to go to court. The assassin must have mistaken us in the carriage for brother."

Yu Lingxi thought for a while, and said: "There are many people in the court who are afraid of elder brother, but there are only a handful of people who have the ability to mobilize such a master to assassinate in the street."

Those who dare to directly attack in such a brutal way are nothing more than those who rely on the protection of imperial power.

Ning Yin laughed, not too stupid.

He casually threw the handkerchief on the table, lowered his eyes and said: "After the day is over, sleep a little longer."

Yu Lingxi pulled away from her thoughts, shook her head and said, "I just woke up, and I'm not sleepy yet."

"Detoxification requires rest, and there is soothing grass in the soup."

Ning Yin leaned over, stretched out her hand to lightly cover her eyes, and said softly, "Close your eyes."

His vision was dark, and Yu Lingxi's eyelashes trembled uncomfortably in his palm. For a moment, he really felt sleepy.

She closed her eyes very slowly, and not long after, her breathing gradually became long, and she fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

After she fell asleep, Ning Yin slowly let go of her palm and pulled the corner of the quilt for her.

Then he stood up, opened the door and went out.

The moment she walked out of the warm light, the shallow light in Ning Yin's eyes also disappeared, and Ling Han's gloom faded away.

The dark blue mist dissipated, the stars and the moon were dark, and in the quiet night, Folded Halberd had already led his subordinates to kneel before the steps.

…

Maoshi, East Palace.

It was almost time to enter the palace to greet him early, Ning Tan lay down on the bed with his leather clothes scattered, cursing and throwing things.

"Trash! It's all a bunch of trash!"

His face turned purple with anger, "Get a woman to make a mistake for me, and you can't kill a person. How many times is this the first time? What's the use of raising this group of trash alone!"

The maidservants and servants knelt down on the ground, but Ying Weilang, who was being raised, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Shadow Slave?"

Ning Tan called out the Shadow Guard's name loudly, "Cui An, go and call him over! This curse of the Yu family is in cahoots with the old seventh, and we must not stay!"

Cui An bowed and took the order to retreat.

Cui An didn't bother to run errands for Ning Tan, but it was really strange this time.

The shadow guard was born with the dark night, and did all the shady things for the East Palace. This is the first time that the shadow slave has not returned to his life until it is almost dawn.

Could it be that the mission missed and ran away?

impossible.

Cui An quickly denied this statement. Those shadow guards were privately raised by Ning Tanhua with a lot of money. After ten years of raising them, they were considered loyal.

Ning Tan has been sitting in the East Palace for so many years, and he only has such a team that is completely under his orders, and he values ​​it very much.

A mistake, will not abscond.

The Shadow Guard Office is hidden at the Guangzhai Gate adjacent to the East Palace, and it takes only a quarter of an hour to arrive.

Cui An got out of the sedan chair and walked slowly to the door of the Shadow Guard, feeling something was wrong.

The gate of the shadow guard was closed tightly, and no one was on duty, but there was a strong smell of blood.

The last time I smelled such a strong smell of blood was five or six years ago.

Cui An's eyes darkened, and he signaled his subordinates behind him to be alert, then he put his hand on the door and pushed hard.

The door opened with a creak, and sticky scarlet dripped from the beam.

Looking around, the morning light is faint.

More than 80 corpses in the shadow guard were hung neatly and **** on the corridor, and when the wind blew, they all swirled and swayed gently.

The painstaking efforts of Donggong for ten years were slaughtered overnight.