Marrying The Villain

Yu Lingxi squatted down and touched his belt with her fingertips, and the **** smell became more and more obvious.

Taking a closer look, even Moyu's belt had tiny splashes of blood.

Yu Lingxi hesitated for a moment, and Ning Yin pressed her hand.

She looked up and heard Ning Yin say nonchalantly, "Come with me to take a bath and change clothes."

Yu Lingxi was taken aback.

Accompany... Accompany?

In the clean room, there is an artificial soup pool made of white jade. Although it is not as luxurious and luxurious as in the previous life, when the door is opened, Yu Lingxi is still dazzled by layers of veiled mist.

The attendants came in with clean clothes, towels, etc., and quietly closed the door and left.

Ning Yin casually untied the cloak and threw it on the couch, and opened her arms towards Yu Lingxi.

All right. Yu Lingxi walked over resignedly, and took off his belt and coat for him.

The dark-colored outer robe did not show any color, and it was only after he took it off that he found that the hem of his inner garment was smeared with blood.

Yu Lingxi's heart rose.

She gathered herself together, and then picked her finger to untie the tie of the underwear, revealing his strong and cold upper body.

The long black hair, which was half draped and half bundled, hung down his broad shoulders, so the white ones became paler, and the black ones became darker, showing a kind of cold and oppressive vigor.

Fortunately, although his body was stained with blood, he did not see any hideous new wounds.

Yu Lingxi took advantage of the gap between **** to observe quietly, and finally determined that the **** smell must have been left by him when he dealt with others.

As soon as she was relieved, she heard Ning Yin ask: "Does it look good?"

Yu Lingxi came back to her senses, the look in her eyes just now was indeed too presumptuous.

She smiled lightly, and said calmly: "Your Highness is unparalleled in appearance, naturally beautiful."

He had never heard these words when he was Wei Qi.

"Then come here and take a closer look."

Ning Yin smiled, and untied her trouser belt, her waist was narrow and her legs were long, and the dark shadows flashed by between her movements.

Yu Lingxi flicked her fingertips and subconsciously turned her gaze away.

After two lifetimes, seeing that darkness again, I still couldn't help being frightened.

Ning Yin seemed to think that she didn't exist, and walked towards the soup pool with a leisurely look on her long legs, facing the light of the water.

There was a sound of splashing water, and the water mist swayed like ripples. He sat in it, resting his strong arms on the edge of the white jade pool, and raised his jaw slightly.

When the dried blood stains touched the water, they smeared a little red, and disappeared in an instant.

The water mist gently envelops from all directions, and from time to time, a drop of water drips from Ning Yin's white fingertips, causing some fine ripples, his whole body looks like a handsome and evil spirit who strayed into the world.

Seeing no movement behind him for a long time, he opened his eyes, turned his head and asked, "Is this soup pool big?"

This question is really inexplicable.

Yu Lingxi couldn't figure out what he meant, looked at the huge Tangchi, blinked and said, "It's very big."

"Since it's big, are you afraid that it won't be able to accommodate you?"

Ning Yin put his arm on the edge of the pool and tapped with his fingers, "Or should I teach Lingxi how to 'accompany'?"

"..." Beating around the bush, it was because of this.

Yu Lingxi swallowed, and declined, "No need, I don't have the habit of taking a bath in the morning."

She said "Your Highness is for your own use", then bowed her head and went to the outside room, anyway, Ning Yin would not be able to chase her naked.

He rushed to the outside in one breath only to find that the sachet was still in his hand and he forgot to put it in the tray for his clothes.

Forget it, wait for him to take a bath before giving it to him.

Yu Lingxi sat on the small couch outside to rest, pressed the sachet to her heart, and slowly raised her hand to cover her cheeks that were scorched by the heat.

Strange, why were you flustered just now?

Things that could be met calmly in the previous life, but in this life, they are inexplicably cramped. It is probably because the stable life has passed for a long time, and the skin is getting thinner and thinner.

Yu Lingxi introspected a lot, got up to fetch clean water, and simply washed up.

There is no wind today, only the snow is falling like catkins.

The outside room is connected to the soup pool, and because of the heat from the ground and the soft blankets, even if the door is wide open, it will not feel cold.

The maid brought tea cups and snacks, and Yu Lingxi leaned on the soft couch facing the carved moon gate, drinking tea and waiting, while admiring the snow scene in the courtyard.

Ning Yin took a shower and changed clothes, and this was what he saw.

The outside is as warm as spring, a beautiful girl in plain clothes is leaning on a soft couch, holding a cup of tea in her hand, her long, winding and soft hair flows down her waistline, forming an ink-colored pool on the couch, no need to worry about it. Open your mouth to speak, it is already full of grace.

I always feel that the scene in front of me is a little familiar, so familiar that it seems that she belonged here a long time ago.

Ning Yin fastened her belt and walked over, stretched out her fingers and twirled her cold hair.

Yu Lingxi turned her head, the corners of her mouth curled up: "Did you wash it?"

Ning Yin sat down in the vacant seat beside her, with half-wet hair hanging loose, making her face even more handsome and thin, with a bit of morbid flamboyance from her previous life.

"I've never seen a 'gift' that leaves the master in the bath and runs out for fun."

His voice was low and deep, with a bit of half-truth and half-fake cool dissatisfaction.

Yu Lingxi had no doubt that his next sentence would be a strange way of intimidating her, and then he condescendingly admired her frightened appearance.

So she made a cup of tea with a smile, pushed it over and coaxed: "It's such a cold day, it's easy to catch cold when blowing with wet hair, may I wipe it for Your Highness?"

Ning Yinpi glanced at the attentive her, and let go of the hair that was lightly twisted between his fingers.

Yu Lingxi took a soft cloth towel, knelt up on the couch, dried his damp hair, and combed it neatly.

Ning Yin's hair feels very good, even the roots are extremely black, Yu Lingxi couldn't help combing it for a while, until it was all dry, Fang reluctantly let go.

Ning Yin watched her fiddling, then took a three-inch short blade and threw it in her hand.

The short blade is very sharp at first glance, with a thin cold light.

Yu Lingxi tensed subconsciously, and asked, "What for?"

Ning Yin raised his eyelids and pointed to his chin.

It was only then that Yu Lingxi realized that he had been busy all day and night and had not returned, and a very light blue stubble had appeared on his chin.

This person really made things even more difficult, not only **** and warming the couch, but also asking her to do such trivial things as combing hair and shaving.

Don't the other servants in the palace care about their affairs?

The slander belongs to the slander, but Yu Lingxi picked up the dagger in a good temper and moved closer.

It's too close, and some can't start.

"How?" She asked sincerely.

In her previous life, she had never done such intimate things for him.

Ning Yin gave a "tsk" sound, and pointed to the white jade box prepared on the tray beside her, "Apply lubricating balm on it, and then strike, it won't hurt easily."

How does this step relate to...

It's all because this mansion is too similar to the previous life, touching the scene, it always reminds her of some charming things that she shouldn't think of.

Yu Lingxi pursed her lips, took the balm to melt as she said, rubbed it on his slightly rough jaw, and then carefully scraped it inch by inch with a knife.

She did it very meticulously and carefully, and she was already sweating from the heat after only half shaving.

Suddenly meeting Shang Ning Yin's deep gaze, Yu Lingxi was taken aback.

Ning Yin saw her trembling hands, so she put down the knife and said helplessly, "Your Highness is always staring at me, I dare not strike."

"If Lingxi wants to escape back, now is the best time."

Ning Yin spoke suddenly.

Yu Lingxi didn't react: "What?"

"There is no one around now, if you cut my throat with a blade by surprise, the chances of winning are very high."

Ning Yin held her hand, leading her to put the blade on her Adam's apple, and said slowly, "Just like this, blood gushes out like flowers, and I can't even scream."

Understanding what he meant, Yu Lingxi's expression changed from blank to astonished.

For a moment, a sullen blush gradually appeared at the end of her eyes.

"what are you saying?"

She tried to withdraw her hand, "What are you talking about, Ning Yin?"

Ning Yin laughed, lowly, dullly, revealing an elegant madness.

"Let's talk about the facts and teach you how to escape." He said.

This joke is not funny at all.

Yu Lingxi frowned, but she couldn't draw back the blade, and she was afraid of hurting Ning Yin, so her heart sank, she simply raised her other hand to hold the blade, trying to cover the sharpness.

Ning Yin let go subconsciously.

It turned out that he was also afraid sometimes.

Yu Lingxi snorted, took the opportunity to hold Ning Yin's cheeks, and firmly fixed his flamboyant face.

"Don't mess around, do you hear me?"

She stared at her apricot eyes, and warned without any deterrence, "Be careful that I really hurt you."

The soft palms on the side of the face are enough to warm up all the darkness.

Ning Yin's eyes are deep and bright, and they are always bright when he goes crazy.

"Afraid?"

He looked at Yu Lingxi for a long time, and said almost gently, "If it's Lingxi, I won't fight back."

Yu Lingxi didn't even have the strength to get angry.

"If it's Your Highness, I'm not willing to do it."

Yu Lingxi picked up the snacks on the table and stuffed them in his mouth, snorting, "Be quiet, little lunatic."

So Ning Yin bent her legs and leaned on the couch, and finally calmed down.

Although his mouth was quiet, his eyes were not very honest, they still fell on Yu Lingxi, turning slightly with her movements.

Yu Lingxi wiped his chin clean for him, put the knife back on the desk sideways, and felt his legs sink.

Ning Yin was probably extremely tired, and the body she was leaning on gradually relaxed, and she changed to a supine position, using her legs as a pillow.

Yu Lingxi was stunned, a strange warmth welled up in her heart.

Probably because his behavior at the moment is obedient and peaceful, like a beast with its belly exposed, revealing that he has never had trust and intimacy before.

The annoyance she had accumulated also dissipated, leaning over the edge of the couch to touch his belt, worked lightly for a long time, and finally successfully hung the sachet on his white jade belt.

"do not move."

Ning Yin grabbed Yu Lingxi's hand, pressed it against her face and closed her eyes, "Let me sleep for a while."

Running around day and night, with open swords and dark arrows, the situation is chaotic.

He was probably really tired, there was a circle of shadows under his eyelashes, his nose was straight and his eyebrows were deep, his lips were as thin as two folded swords.

Yu Lingxi's eyes softened, and with her knees as a pillow, she caressed the dark hair he combed back casually.

The snow was falling, and time seemed to slow down.

…

Ning Yin only woke up after sleeping for half an hour.

The sound of his subordinate's footsteps was still ten feet away, and he suddenly opened his eyes, which were as black as ink, without any trace of fatigue.

When his subordinates reported the matter through the moon gate, he got up and tidied his hair, and said: "According to the plan."

Then again, he didn't see anyone for most of the day, he was simply a tireless monster.

Yu Lingxi's legs were sore and numb, like ten thousand ants gnawing on her, and it took her a long time to recover.

Ning Yin would wear that sachet to court, right?

Yu Lingxi was not sure.

The answer came early the next morning.

Yu Lingxi was still awakened from boredom.

Looking back, he saw Ning Yin lying sideways on the couch, holding her waist in his arms, and spraying her warm breath on her neck.

He should have returned directly from the palace after working all night, and the royal robe on his body had not been changed in the future.

Yu Lingxi knew that yesterday was the auspicious time for his royal conferment ceremony, and now Ning Yin is the genuine King Jing.

There is only one step away from the peak of the previous life.

As soon as Yu Lingxi moved her body, Ning Yin woke up.

He bent Yu Lingxi's body abruptly and turned into a face-to-face posture, looking at Yu Lingxi's sleepy and soft sleeping face.

Just now, the posture she bent over was too wide, and Yu Lingxi's lace was loose, revealing a piece of snow-white undulating skin, and her delicate collarbone undulated slightly with her breathing.

"When did you come back?"

Unconsciously, she asked sleepily, "Do you want to sleep?"

Ning Yin looked down, stayed there for a long time, and said softly: "What kind of sleep?"

Yu Lingxi followed his line of sight, and was immediately embarrassed. She hurriedly shrank into the quilt and closed her skirt, but Ning Yin held her down with one hand.

He examined Yu Lingxi's trembling eyelashes. He had never been proactive, but he was good at letting prey fall into the net.

Even just a glance is full of oppression.

Yu Lingxi opened her eyes and couldn't help trembling.

The sleeping hall is ignorant, and the silver charcoal produces fragrance.

At this moment, a guard's voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, the little general of the Yu family is asking to see you."

brother?

Yu Lingxi subconsciously stood up, but her wrist was easily pressed against the pillow.

Ning Yin turned over and turned her fingertips down her earlobe and neck, and said with deep eyes, "I don't see you."

"Your Highness?" Yu Lingxi begged in a low voice.

Ning Yin lingered on her fingertips, unmoved.

After a while, the guards went back and forth, and their footsteps were obviously in a hurry: "Your Highness, the little general has come in."

Ning Yin frowned.

Now this situation seems inappropriate to continue, Yu Lingxi hurriedly said: "Let me meet him, okay?"

Ning Yin looked at her for a while, then let go of her hand.

"Go." He said calmly.

He was so easy to talk, Yu Lingxi hesitated instead.

Seeing her not moving, Ning Yin chuckled softly: "You made a sachet with all your heart and let me carry it with you, isn't it just for this moment?"

Yu Lingxi opened her mouth, frowned and said, "It's not all for this."

"I'll give you two quarters of an hour."

Ning Yin reached out and pinned her sideburns behind her ears, "Before I repent."

"Actually, that sachet is..."

"One quarter of an hour."

How time is getting shorter and shorter.

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to shut her mouth in resentment, dressed as fast as she could in her life, and went to bed, forgetting to fasten her cloak, and trotted towards the vestibule.

As soon as she left, the smile in Ning Yin's eyes faded.

"Call Li Jiu over."

He stepped on the cold floor with bare feet, and called the guards, "Bring his bow."