Marrying The Villain

The sun casts the branches on the window paper, and the shadows gradually slant westward.

The peach blossom in the porcelain vase has withered a few petals, but the peach blossom painted with red blood under Yu Lingxi's collarbone is blooming inch by inch, scorching its beauty.

Yu Lingxi's cheeks were also like the peach blossoms on her body, showing a delicate red, her breathing was too rapid, she turned her head and coughed twice.

Ning Yin immediately raised her eyes to look at her, her thin lips were flushed, and her slightly raised eyes were stained with lingering darkness.

Looking at each other, Yu Lingxi's eyes sparkled, and he said deliberately: "Dizzy, I have no strength."

The beauty lying on the heap of brocade brocades was just recovering from a serious illness, her eyes were red and she looked weak and unclothed, which was quite pitiful.

If it was in the past, Ning Yin would have joked lazily: "It makes no sense, the flowers bloom every year, so I don't care whether my husband lives or dies."

But today, he didn't even try to tell the truth from the falsehood. After seeing her for a moment, he slowly got up, and put a kiss on her wet eyelashes, and pulled a blanket to cover the flower painting that appeared on his thin shoulders.

He drooped his eyelashes, and slowly stroked his cold white slender knuckles, smoothing out the creases on her skirt inch by inch.

Ning Yin's clothes are neat and elegant, and the deep purple royal robe with excellent texture hangs down the edge of the bed meticulously, under the white jade belt...

Well, it doesn't look that elegant either.

Yu Lingxi was a little embarrassed, looked again after a long while, and whispered, "Are you... all right?"

"fine."

Ning Yin pinched the back of Yu Lingxi's neck expressionlessly, causing her to shrink back. Fang smiled lightly, "It's a beautiful thing to be able to suffocate to death in Suisui's arms."

Yu Lingxi wanted to gag him.

The charcoal fire was gradually extinguished, and the setting sun outside the window became beautiful and heavy.

Ning Yin stayed on the bed, washed his hands, and wiped them clean with a handkerchief. When he sat down, he saw the half-open list of advanced scholars on the side of the desk, so he picked it up and looked through it.

A lot of people's names are circled on it, and there are a few important ones, and the position and ability that this person is suitable for are written in Zhu Zhu thoughtfully.

Ning Yin looked at it for a long time, and said with great interest: "Susui's vision of knowing people is exactly the same as mine."

Yu Lingxi felt a little guilty: These people were his right-hand men in his previous life, so could it be that they didn't suit him?

"I've seen this Zhou Yunqing's article, which pinpoints the current problems and is open and closed."

Ning Yin clicked on the name of the highlighted circle, "It's a bit interesting to have such a view because of the poor beauty of Tang Gongfu."

"He is silent and seldom speaks, but he is impartial and upright. He can go to Dali Temple to serve."

The flower marks faded, and Yu Lingxi regained her senses. She leaned on the couch with a boneless smile and said, "These people all know the basics, and they may be able to help you. How to use it, you need to check and choose by yourself... "

Immediately after thinking of something, her voice softened imperceptibly.

If Ning Yinzhen intends to retire with her and stay away from the temple, these talents will naturally no longer belong to him.

Those years when all the ministers bowed their heads and looked at the world in disdain will eventually stay in the distant past life.

For some unknown reason, a ray of regret arose in my heart.

Ning Yin made precise and quick decisions, and the moment Yu Lingxi was distracted, he had already got up and summoned his attendants.

"After Zhou Tanhua rode around the street with the champion and second place, he disappeared without a trace."

Qin Wei said, "My subordinates have inquired, but he has not returned to the guest house..."

Ning Yin closed the roster and stared coolly.

The guard came to his senses, tightened his body, and immediately changed his words: "Your subordinate will order someone to invite you!"

Yu Lingxi got up from the couch, thought for a while, and said with a smile, "Maybe, I know where he is."

…

Tang Buli was very depressed recently.

It has only been two months since her grandmother passed away, and before the filial piety period, matchmakers came to her door one after another to propose marriage, as if she was an orphan and had no one to make decisions, and she was envious of the rich family background of the Tang family.

It's fine if he's the **** son of a wealthy family, he was born in a famous family, so he's more or less educated.

But these things that have been entrusted to matchmakers to discuss marriage have become more and more out of the question.

"...Although he is marrying the Lord of the Country as a sequel, as the saying goes, a man who has died of his wife is a treasure and will love others. What's more, Li Langjun just won the Jinshi this spring, and he is the eleventh! If he takes an official position in the future, he must Soaring to the top."

The matchmaker pinched the handkerchief, and unconscionably exaggerated the other party, "He is truly a person with both talent and beauty. The township gentleman married and lived in a mansion like a palace. Someone fed him with a golden spoon, and someone used a glazed sedan chair when he went out. Li, enjoying the endless glory and wealth in a lifetime, accompanied by someone who knows the cold and the hot, isn’t it better than supporting the family business by one person? Hey, in our daughter’s family, it’s been like this since ancient times.”

Tang Buli was furious when he heard that.

This man surnamed Li could be her father, she was eighteen years old, why did she marry a middle-aged man as a sequel?

She had never been a weak-tempered person, so she untied the long whip around her waist and shattered the cup in the matchmaker's hand, and said solemnly: "Uncle Tang, see you off!"

The matchmaker was stupefied with fright, then his face became stiff, and he stood up awkwardly.

"Xiang Jun has a high vision, but it's a pity that there is only one prince in the court. Even if there is a concubine who is handkerchief hander, he will not be a concubine."

The matchmaker smiled apologetically, but what he said was to poke Tang Buli's lung tube every sentence, "You won't be able to catch a new scholar, so no one in Beijing will dare to kiss you in the future!"

Tang Buli sneered, tugged at his whip and said, "What are you talking about? If you're so weird, Mr. Benxiang will pull out your tongue!"

The matchmaker had lingering fears about her whip, curled his lips and walked out.

It wasn't until he left the door of Duke Tang's mansion that he let out a soft "bah" and muttered: "A shabby household with no parents and no mother wants to marry a new rich man with three tripod armor?"

Just as he was muttering, he heard a cold voice from the sedan chair beside him: "According to the law of this dynasty, those who slander others, ranging from slapping their mouths twenty times to sitting in the door."

The matchmaker turned his head in amazement, and looked at the brand-new sedan chair, not knowing which noble person was inside.

The sedan chair fell to the ground, and then two gentle fingers lifted the curtain, and a young gentleman in a red robe and ink belt bowed and stepped down from the sedan chair.

This young man was not very handsome, but he was fair and upright, with a clear and clean demeanor. One could tell at a glance that he was an upright person who had read a lot of poetry and books.

The matchmaker knows countless people, and he recognized his black gauze cap with silver leaf velvet flowers on it at a glance, and the red robe that only the top three Jinshi are eligible to wear...

Among the top three Jinshi, only Tan Hualang is at such an age.

Knowing that he had just offended this upstart, the matchmaker completely changed his face, apologized with a hasty blessing, and left as if fleeing.

Uncle Tang went out to pour out the tea dregs, and when he saw the scene at the door, he was so horrified that he immediately went back to the house to report.

"Miss, he...he's here!"

Uncle Tang showed his fat belly and was out of breath from running.

"Who's here?"

Tang Buli looked puzzled, "The matchmaker who chewed his tongue is back?"

"No...not!"

Uncle Tang supported his knees, took a deep breath and said, "Tanhualang Zhou Yunqing, Mr. Zhou is here!"

Tang Buli spat out a mouthful of tea.

She froze for a moment before realizing who this name belonged to.

"what?"

Tang Buli stood up abruptly, inexplicably embarrassed, "I am in such a situation now, why is he here?"

Thinking of the resoluteness when she drove him away, she felt a little guilty again.

It was the second day of Qixi Festival.

When she told him to pack up and leave quickly, Zhou Yunqing didn't say anything, just buried his head in frantically copying out the policy, sheets of white paper filled the entire room, his eyes were silent and lonely.

"Could it be that he was resentful and kicked him out at the beginning, so he came to ridicule and seek revenge?"

Tang Buli thought uncontrollably.

"I worry about that too."

Uncle Tang sighed, and persuaded with a good temper, "Miss should show some sympathy when doing things back then."

"What's the use of saying this now?"

Lord Qingping, who was fearless and fearless, panicked, and hurriedly ordered, "Uncle Tang, go and close the door! Don't let him in!"

Uncle Tang took the order to retreat, and ran back sweating profusely after a while, and said with a bitter brow: "It's too late, Zhou Tanhua is standing at the main entrance, it looks like he has to see Miss."

Tang Buli fell into the chair.

She can endure the calculations of her relatives and the ridicule of others, and drives them all out of the house with a whip, except for Zhou Yunqing...

Like a bewitched, only showing timidity to him.

At the beginning, her grandmother was seriously ill, she was not in a good mood, and indeed she did not do things very kindly.

After some hesitation, Tang Buli clenched the whip around his waist.

That's all, stretching out his head and shrinking his head, isn't Tan Hualang a scholar no matter how majestic he is? Can't scold him or beat him?

Making up his mind, Tang Buli gritted his teeth and strode out the door.

Sure enough, Zhou Yunqing stood in front of the mansion, standing straight, without the slightest impatience.

That red robe with a flower pattern has faded away his poor look, and his face looks like a crown jade.

Tang Buli paused for a moment before continuing to move forward, asking cautiously, "What do you want to do?"

Seeing her bad tone, Zhou Yunqing was a little surprised, but quickly lowered her eyes, and returned to her previous low-browed and pleasing appearance.

He is not good at words, and it takes a long time to say a word. However, once it is said, it will hit the nail on the head and be extremely sharp.

Zhou Yunqing opened his lips, and Tang Buli immediately tightened his body.

She angrily wondered whether Zhou Yunqing would show off his current achievements first, or mock her current downfall first.

"Your Majesty's financial support is so kind, Mr. Zhou will never forget it. Now that I am returning to my hometown in fine clothes, I am here to thank you."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Tanhua solemnly rolled up his sleeves, saluted and bowed to the end.

"..."

The wind blows silently, and the surroundings are quiet.

Tang Buli: "Huh?"

…

Yu Lingxi stopped taking the medicine today, and the imperial doctor said that he should go out for a walk more while the spring is fine.

Ning Yin arranged carriages and horses, and personally took her into the palace to enjoy the flowers.

The road to the palace is not far, but it is very crowded. The various rice shops are crowded with people, all of whom are scrambling for rice noodles.

Yu Lingxi knew that there was no one in the imperial court, and people were in panic. Once the war with the Yan tribe started, the price of grain would inevitably skyrocket, so every household in the capital was stockpiling grain.

It seems that no one has confidence in the current Wei Dynasty. After all, this court has not even appointed a king.

Just watching in shock, his sight was blocked, and the car curtain was lowered by the person behind him.

Ning Yin reached out and turned Yu Lingxi's head gently. The street was noisy, but those dark eyes were still calm and cold, without any waves.

Yu Lingxi was puzzled, and blinked her soft eyelashes: "What's wrong?"

Ning Yin half-closed her eyes, looked at her for a while, and then said contemptuously, "You're talking nonsense."

Subconsciously, Yu Lingxi raised her hand to touch the corner of her mouth, her fingertips were indeed stained with a light blush, it was just Ning Yin's masterpiece of ignoring the kiss.

She hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips vigorously, annoyed softly: "It's all your fault."

She lifted the curtain of the car and looked out for so long just now, but she didn't notice the smudged lips. It would be too embarrassing if she was seen.

Ning Yin laughed without feeling guilty at all, instead she moved her head closer and wiped off the remaining lip marks with her lips.

There is a pavilion with an excellent view in the Beiyuan of the Imperial Palace.

Climbing up to the seventh floor, you can see the Penglai Pool is full of blue waves, clusters of flowers, thousands of pear snow, the branches are drooping heavily, and a thick layer of white falls with the waves.

Food and wine are prepared in the pavilion, and incense is burned in the animal stove.

Yu Lingxi leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, feeling open-minded and full of thoughts.

Ning Yin didn't like to grow flowers, and even Prince Jing's mansion didn't have any spring. Yu Lingxi was thinking about whether to transplant a few pear and peach blossoms into the house, when she felt her waist tighten and Ning Yin pressed her up from behind.

Yu Lingxi relaxed her body, shook her fan and said helplessly, "Isn't it hot?"

Ning Yin held back tighter, as if the hotter the two were, the happier he would be.

"Like pear blossoms?"

His voice pressed against his ears, low and numb, "Unfortunately, there is no white red blood in the world."

Well, it turns out that His Royal Highness Prince Jing is also thinking about how to "plant flowers".

"like."

Yu Lingxi took a deep breath of the flower-scented air, thought for a while, and said, "When our hair is as white as pear blossoms, we will come here to watch the flowers with our arms."

Ning Yin seldom thinks about "the future". He used to be a person with no future.

But at this moment when Yu Lingxi talked about his future plans, he felt inexplicably that it must be a very beautiful picture.

The old lady, Sui Sui, held the old man Ning Yin's arm and walked slowly step by step. The setting sun cast long shadows behind them, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

Ning Yin laughed out loud.

Yu Lingxi didn't know what he was laughing at, but she was concentrating when she suddenly saw a heroic general with a bow and arrow on his back, leading his subordinates to patrol past.

The female military general under the sun, walking with the wind, is so heroic that people can't take their eyes off.

Yu Lingxi's eyes lit up: "Sister!"

The sun in late spring was already a bit drying, and Yu Lingxi guessed that it would be very hard for Sister to run for half a day under the bright sun. She stretched out her fingers and scratched Ning Yin's palm, and was about to order someone to bring some cold soup to Elder Sister, when she saw a young man in a brocade robe walking quickly outside the palace gate.

Ning Zizhuo called out something, and Auntie turned around.

The wind blows the snow, and the pear blossoms are like rain. Ning Zishuo hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover the falling flowers for Sister.

They are obviously two people with inconsistent personalities, but standing together there is a kind of picturesque harmony and beauty.

The corners of Yu Lingxi's mouth twitched, giving up the idea of ​​delivering cold soup.

Ning Yin stretched out her fingers and pressed the corner of her upturned mouth, and asked, "What do you think?"

Yu Lingxi took a deep breath of fresh air, turned her head slightly, and looked at Ning Yin seriously.

She thought of the rampant riots of the Yan clan, the chaotic capital, and the clumsy young man guarded by Lihua just now...

At that moment, my thoughts converged and gradually became clear.

Her eyes reflected the vast expanse of lake waves and flowing clouds, as well as Ning Yin's handsome face.

The wind stopped, and the swaying pear trees were calm, but the light in Yu Lingxi's eyes did not disappear.

She said softly: "Ning Yin, you should be called emperor."

Ning Yin paused with her fingertips, her lacquered eyes were bottomless, and she didn't speak.