Marrying The Villain

Ziyingdian has been reduced to purgatory on earth.

The corpses of dozens of palace servants and servants lay on the ground, and the wine was poured out, mixed with blood and water.

Amidst the shouts of "escort", there were screams again and again. Everyone hugged the emperor and fought and retreated, but there was no way to retreat.

Ziying Hall has been surrounded by the prince's mob.

Yu Yuan's official robe was stained with blood, and he led the only remaining imperial guards to stand in the front, with the awe-inspiring aura of one man in charge.

Yu Xinyi and Ning Zizhuo guarded the women's family behind them. Apart from that, few civil and military officials dared to stand up and stop the rebels from forcing the palace.

Yu Xinyi was holding a curly knife against the pillar of the palace, while Ning Zizhuo was panting, holding the bow and arrow snatched from the rebels in his hand, and the quiver at his waist had reached the bottom.

The emperor probably didn't expect that in the end, apart from a few personal guards, there was only a **** boy and the father and daughter of the Yu family who had been suppressed by his suspicion.

It wasn't until this time that he realized who was the honest and trustworthy person.

They resisted for two quarters of an hour, also, only two quarters of an hour.

After a while of fighting, there were casualties everywhere.

The guards were all dead, and Yu Xinyi and Ning Zizhuo were also seriously injured, and their weapons were confiscated by the rebels.

"You... hum!"

The prince grabbed Yu Xinyi's high ponytail, looked into her heroic and unwilling eyes, and said viciously, "I will deal with you well after I ascend the throne!"

Sitting behind the dragon table with disheveled crown and hair, the emperor's gray hair was scattered from his temples, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Hundreds of courtiers and relatives in the palace became hostages in Ning Tan's hands.

Each of these people has a distinguished family background, and many of them have relatives of military generals. These people fall into Ning Tan's hands, and they are very likely to become a handle for him to threaten to instigate rebellion against the generals.

The situation is extremely unfavorable.

Ning Tan took two relatives, a man and a woman, from the hostages, and said to the emperor, "The father and the emperor are gone, why bother to resist? Pass it on to your son, and your son will let you take care of you for the rest of your life... If you don't, there are such people!"

After finishing speaking, he drew his sword and slashed, beheading the two luxuriously dressed hostages on the spot.

The shivering people in the hall cried even worse. Yu Xinyi watched the two people being beheaded and couldn't help but gritted his teeth: "Beast!"

Ning Ziyan dragged his broken leg and moved over quietly, holding Yu Xinyi's hand to stop her bleeding.

Ning Tan walked back and forth in the hall violently, his disheveled hair fluttering in the north wind, making him look like a ghost.

"Father, you are so wise, martial, benevolent, and kind, so you don't want to save your subjects?"

He let out a "ha", almost hoarse, "Why don't you stand up and protect your subjects like a king! I'm going to kill them all!"

After the dragon case, the emperor's cheeks were agitated several times, but he finally chose to remain silent.

In the face of abdication and subjects, he still chose the former.

Despair enveloped all the people in the temple. They looked haggard and were still waiting for the king of the imperial army.

But Yu Xinyi knew that the forbidden army didn't have the three-party military talisman, so even if they were stationed outside the palace gate, they couldn't move.

What's more, the relatives and relatives of the commander of the imperial army are all trapped in Ning Yin's hands as hostages, and they can't figure out the direction of the hostages, so they dare not act rashly.

Time passed moment by moment, and under the fierce battle, nearly half of the rebel party following the prince was lost.

Yu Yuan and the others didn't get any benefits, and they were already exhausted.

The sky was getting dark, and the hall was filled with an indescribable smell of blood.

The prince went out for a trip, and when he came back, he killed several people in a row.

With the knife on his neck, the emperor still refused to abdicate.

He is like an old wolf, biting the meat in his mouth tightly to maintain his final majesty as an emperor.

Ning Tan couldn't help pulling his hair, and said hoarsely to the Minister of the Ministry of War: "Find Yuxi and force him to write an abdication edict!"

"Your Majesty, offended."

The Minister of the Ministry of War raised the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword reflected the cold light.

At the critical moment, the tip of a knife poked into the back chest of the Minister of War and came out from the front chest. The long sword was dropped, and the rebel fell down, spitting blood from his mouth, revealing the handsome young man in purple clothes at the gate of the palace.

Ning Yin didn't even wear armor, he was still dressed in normal clothes, his black long hair was partly tied and partly tied, if it wasn't for the blood splattered on his face and the darkly dyed sleeve robe, Ning Tan would have thought he was just walking here temporarily.

"You... how did you get in?"

Ning Tan opened his eyes wide and shouted violently, "Come here! Kill him!"

The rebels stationed outside the hall did not respond.

Ning Tan didn't know why his troops were suddenly silent, and while retreating, he shouted violently: "Where's the crossbowman? Where's Li Mao?!"

No one responded to him.

"Brother Huang probably won't be able to wait for the thousand rebels outside the palace."

Ning Yin brought only a few subordinates, and came stepping on the winding blood river all over the ground. The corpses fell down in front of him one by one, and bright red flowers bloomed.

"My son came late to rescue me, please forgive my father."

He spoke neither humble nor overbearing, his eyes like black pools were not at all turbulent.

The emperor looked extremely complicated.

For most of his life, he tried all means, but in the end it was the son he regarded as a shame who came to save him.

Is it to rescue him? The emperor is not sure.

But in the current predicament, Lao Qi is indeed the last straw he can grasp.

The emperor's chest rose and fell, and he said hoarsely: "My son helps me catch the rebellious party, and I will make you King Jing, and you will live ten thousand!"

Ning Yin's mouth twitched.

At this time, he was willing to recognize this son.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Wang Lingqing, who was guarding the entrance of the apse, saw that the prince was about to leave, and was so frightened that he threw his knife and ran away in a hurry.

The prince was about to burst into tears, and was protected by several personal guards and fought and retreated, especially screaming in despair: "Mother! Mother, come and help my son! Have you forgotten how your son came from?"

He longed for a miracle to happen, and hoped that the queen would help him even for the sake of profit: "Mother! If your son loses, you can't keep your secret! We are on the same boat...uh!"

A short blade flew over and pierced Ning Tan's chest.

He opened his eyes wide, lowered his head stiffly, and looked at the blood in his heart in disbelief.

Ning Tan's heavy body rushed forward, and a pool of dark red slowly smudged under him.

His eyes were still wide open, with blood foaming from his mouth, he said **** ho: "Mother...why, why..."

He tremblingly stretched out his hand towards the figure in the corner, as if trying to grab something, but it was in vain after all.

Looking at the prince who died suddenly, the emperor squirmed his withered lips for a while, and finally fell back into the dragon chair, letting the disintegrated rebels trample over the prince's corpse.

Ning Yin laughed.

The blood-stained smile set off his cold white complexion, giving off a gorgeous and crazy handsomeness.

He finally got back the game of mother-son killing six years ago.

It's wonderful.

"Break the halberd, Shen Feng."

Ning Yin summoned his subordinates who were placed in the imperial army, raised his eyes and said, "Hurry up and kill the 'rebel party' for your majesty."

Outside Ziying Hall.

Yu Huanchen led his personal guards to surround Ning Tan's thousand surrendered rebels, surrendered their weapons, and ordered Qing Xiao, Qing Lan and others to rescue his father, Yu Xinyi and others who were trapped in the palace.

As soon as the person was rescued, there was a burst of screams coming from the hall.

Yu Yuan showed surprise in his eyes, and subconsciously wanted to go back, but was held down by Yu Huanchen.

The military flag is rustling, the cold wind blows, and the first snow of the new year falls.

…

"It's snowing, it's so cold!"

Hu Tao rubbed her hands and closed the door, turned around and saw that the Fengguan Xifu was still intact on the desk, and sighed secretly.

Hu Tao took the small heater and stuffed it into Yu Lingxi's slightly cool hands, and coaxed: "The most dexterous embroiderer in Beijing has been working for three months to make this wedding dress! It's so beautiful, won't you give it a try? "

"No need." Yu Lingxi said calmly as she was still waiting for news from the palace.

"Try it, the young lady will definitely look beautiful in this dress! If it doesn't fit, I will let the embroiderer change it."

Hu Tao's idea is very simple, she wants to make the young lady feel a little better. Girls are generally very happy when they see beautiful clothes and jewelry.

Yu Lingxi couldn't resist her, so she said, "Go out first, I'll try it myself."

Walnut Crisp responded abruptly, and went outside to wait.

Yu Lingxi sat for a while before getting up, took off the fox fur cloak and coat, walked to the neatly stacked wedding dresses, and touched them with her fingers.

Yu Lingxi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror, looking at herself in the red clothes like fire, in a trance for a moment.

The wedding dress was very beautiful, with gorgeous pearls, beautiful gold threads, and layers of blooming skirts hanging down, so fresh that it seemed to gather the brilliance of the world into one body, but she only felt heaviness and strangeness.

After wearing less than half a cup of tea, she couldn't wait to take it off and throw it aside.

As soon as his fingers touched his girdle, he suddenly heard a cry from Hu Tao who was waiting outside the door.

Yu Lingxi turned around and saw someone breaking into the door.

Then she suffered severe pain in the side of her neck, her vision went dark, and she lost consciousness.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Yu Lingxi was woken up by the voice.

She was bound hands and feet and thrown on the cold ground, with a black cloth bag covering her eyes, leaving only a small hole for ventilation.

Beside him, a greasy voice said sadly: "The sinful minister Wang Lingqing, because of being coerced by the crown prince, had to do something that offended Tianwei. I regret my mistake and come here to plead guilty to Your Highness!"

Wang Lingqing?

Under the black cloth bag, Yu Lingxi was slightly taken aback.

She originally thought that someone ordered Wang Lingqing to kidnap her in order to coerce her father into submission. It now appears that is not the case.

When something happened to the crown prince, the only "His Royal Highness" that Wang Lingqing could humbly plead with was...

Yu Lingxi stopped struggling and suddenly became quiet.

Wang Lingqing pushed Yu Lingxi out, and continued flattering: "This is a little wish from my humble minister."

Yu Lingxi was pushed to the ground and scolded Wang Lingqing in her heart.

Pleading guilty is pleading guilty, what does it matter to her?

Wang Lingqing said: "I heard that when His Highness was in exile, he became a servant of this girl and suffered all kinds of humiliation. Now I present this girl as a gift of surrender to His Highness."

"…"All right.

After two lifetimes, he could not escape the fate of "gift".

The silent person in front of him finally moved. Yu Lingxi heard the sound of steady approaching footsteps, and the wind rustled his thick robe, mixed with the familiar woody fragrance as cold as snow.

Then there was a sharp light in front of her eyes, and someone took away the black cloth bag that covered her face.

The sky was as dark as ink, the torches in the courtyard were brightly lit, and the overwhelming snow fell, which was plated into a beautiful light gold by the firelight in the courtyard.

The snow sprinkled back like flowers, fell on Ning Yin's black cloak, fell into Yu Lingxi's glass-like eyes, and instantly melted into sparkling water.

A group of people knelt down in the courtyard, all facing Ning Yin's direction, kneeling and bowing their heads.

He touched his chin and leaned over, looking at the beauty in red with loose black hair.

His eyes swept across Yu Lingxi's soft and delicate face inch by inch, and landed on her wedding dress woven with gold and beads.

Ning Yin's dark eyes also seemed to be faintly ignited with flames of red, magnificent and cold.

He half-emptied his eyes, and suddenly chuckled.

Yu Lingxi had no doubts that the little lunatic who must revenge must be very happy to see her so unlucky.

"How did you get yourself into such a mess, huh?"

Ning Yin gave a low snort, then looked down and stopped on her wrist.

The young girl's skin was fair and delicate, and the thick rope was tied tightly, with a few circles of redness and swelling, which looked quite pitiful.

His wanton eyes fell silent, looking at the red and swollen scar for a long time.

The cold light of the short blade flashed, and the thick rope on Yu Lingxi's wrist snapped.

Seeing that Ning Yin did not reject this "gift", Wang Lingqing couldn't help but brows brimming with joy, and hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "My minister, Wang Lingqing, is willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and do my best for His Highness!"

Hearing this familiar sentence, the corners of Yu Lingxi's mouth twitched.

Hey, even the gods can't save you.

"Oh?"

Ning Yin squinted her eyes and said with a light smile, "Then I will fulfill you."

The next moment, Yu Lingxi was pulled into a cold and wide embrace.

"Kill them all."

Ning Yin said calmly, raised her hand and raised the edge of the cloak to block the splashing blood for her.