Marrying The Villain

Yu Lingxi made this proposal not on a whim.

In her previous life, Ning Yin suffered from leg disease, which was an incurable disease, so she naturally lost the qualification to be enthroned as king, but this life is different.

The elder brother also said: "Ning Yin has come to the position he is today, and he is only one step away from the throne. Even if he doesn't want to be the emperor himself, his position and his followers will recommend him to the throne for the benefit of the future."

The prosperity of the world is all for profit. Rather than being a minister of a courtier, it is better to be a minister of an emperor.

The third prince Ning Xuan was able to reach out to Prince Jing's mansion before his death, which already proved that his brother's words were not threats.

Yu Lingxi thought for a long time before saying this.

Ning Yin looked into her eyes, as if recalling the weight of her six short words.

"Drunk?" He sniffed as if nothing had happened, and only smelled a faint fragrance of a daughter.

Is there anything crazier than letting a madman proclaim himself emperor?

"No, I'm wide awake."

Beside the railing of the pavilion, Yu Lingxi had a calm face.

Ning Yin always said that he has no compassion and is naturally cold.

At first, Yu Lingxi didn't care. But after mentioning it too many times, she finally realized that under Ning Yin's repeated dissection, it might be almost self-abuse.

What's more, after going through a lot recently, she gradually discovered that the common people don't care who sits on the throne at all. As long as they can fill their stomachs and solve the problems of war, cold and hunger, a cold but capable emperor is much better than a hypocritical but incompetent monarch.

Floating clouds passed by the clear shadow, and Yu Lingxi looked up at the warm sun in the sky: "Ning Yin, look at this sun."

Ning Yin raised her eyelids, instead of looking at the sun, she turned her head to appreciate Yu Lingxi's bright smile under the sun.

She leaned over the railing and said softly: "Everyone is in awe of the Golden Crow, not because it is so beautiful and dazzling, but because it is powerful enough to dispel the winter night."

Ning Yin kept her head sideways, and a little light fainted in her deep eyes.

"Praises me differently every year, doesn't your conscience ache?"

He clicked his tongue softly, "It's a pity that this king is a Shura evil spirit in purgatory, so he can't be the sun that attracts everyone's attention."

"Asura evil ghost is also very good."

Yu Lingxi took over the conversation naturally, "Don't be afraid of the small ones, and kill all the villains. Even in the Buddha Hall of Great Mercy and Great Compassion, there will be a few fierce and angry-eyed Vajras."

Ning Yin was startled, then laughed softly.

When she wants to praise others, even stones can boast flowers.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yu Lingxi tilted her head slightly, "Think I'm too noisy?"

"On the contrary."

Ning Yin squinted her eyes and said comfortably, "I think Sui Sui's sweet-talking voice is better than the chirping sound of wearing a bell."

Yu Lingxi was speechless.

Even though they have been together for so long, Ning Yin's unrestrained speech still makes her face blush and her heart beat.

"Stop changing the subject."

She snorted and said seriously, "You said you wanted to retire with me and be a couple for the rest of your life. But Ning Yin, is that really the life you want?"

Yu Lingxi clearly remembered how Ning Yin in her previous life played with power so well that she trampled on the awe and fear of the people of the world.

He just stood in the wrong position.

Seeing that Yu Lingxi was not joking, Ning Yin put away the leisurely playfulness on her face.

His thin lips parted slightly, but Yu Lingxi gently held his cheek, understanding the contemptuous words he was about to blurt out.

"The regent is in the vortex of the court, and he has to manage the government affairs and balance the court painstakingly, but in the end he is making wedding dresses for others. You will not count your achievements on the head of the little emperor, and you will always be on guard against it." Master Gao Zhen."

Thinking of the **** robes of Ning Yin in her previous life, Yu Lingxi frowned, "When the little emperor grows up, should he hand over the power or not? If he doesn't hand over the power, there will be rebellion and scolding. Changing a puppet emperor is just a change." Criticize opponents, so there will be a second Ning Xuan and a hundredth Xue Song in the world. They are well-known teachers, flaunt justice, use poison, assassinate, and even verbally criticize and attack them. Day and night will never be peaceful. And I ..."

She was silent for a moment, then sighed softly: "And I can't help you except that I feel sorry for you in the palace."

Just like the previous life.

Yu Lingxi said, "I can stand by your side, not behind you."

Walking side by side with the person she loves the most in this life just like she wanted to protect the general's mansion back then.

After Yu Lingxi said so much, Ning Yin just listened quietly, her profile embedded in the shallow sun reflected by the lake light, like a flawless cold jade.

"You think too much about your husband, Sui Sui."

He squinted his dark eyes slightly, reached out and stroked the end of Yu Lingxi's eyes, as if he wanted to touch the bright light in her almond eyes, "This country cannot enter my eyes."

"What if there is me in this country?"

Yu Lingxi had a panoramic view of his slightly moving expression, hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly and gently, "Ning Yin, it's not that you don't want to rule the world, but...you're afraid that I'll be disappointed?"

Ning Yin's fingertips paused imperceptibly.

"Ridiculous." He said softly.

I couldn't laugh because it was too funny.

Yu Lingxi bent her eyes, and turned her gaze back to the pear blossom forest on the shore.

The wind blows and the snow falls, but the beautiful scenery is still there. The female general in red military uniform and the little county king in golden and white brocade robes have traveled far away.

Because of patrolling, Ning Zizhuo didn't dare to follow too closely, and accompanied Yu Xinyi to patrol Beiyuan slowly from a distance of one foot, chatting occasionally.

I don't know what interesting topic to talk about, Yu Xinyi slapped Ning Ziying staggeringly with his palm. Yu Xinyi turned his hand into a pull again, and gave Ning Zizhuo a hand, but the other party took the opportunity, put the pear blossoms that had been hidden long ago on Yu Xinyi's official hat, and ran away with a smile.

Yu Xinyi ordered his subordinates not to laugh, raised his hand and tore off the pear blossom on the hat in disgust, but turned around and hesitated for a long time, and was not willing to throw away the pear blossom.

Outside the imperial city, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are picturesque.

"Ning Yin."

Yu Lingxi called him, "Wei Qi."

Ning Yin twirled a sour plum and looked at each other.

"Little lunatic."

She laughed, and knew his name like a treasure, "Husband...uh!"

With a twist of the ending, everything was stuffed back into the abdomen.

Yu Lingxi tasted the sourness of plums, but also the sweetness of silent indulgence.

"Ning Yin, instead of being on guard against those people all his life, it's better to make them all shut up."

Yu Lingxi panted against Ning Yin, closed her eyes and said lightly but firmly, "I want to stand taller with you. If the order of the court cannot tolerate your unruliness, then create an order that belongs to us."

The soft voice resounded loudly, and the boiling blood was like a surging ocean.

She saw his self-loathing, accepted his indifference and madness, admired his strength and methods, but never asked him to abandon himself and become a hypocritical "British Lord" like the old emperor.

She said she wanted to be beside him, not behind him.

She said that everyone should shut up and use their abilities to create an order that belongs to them.

Ning Yin lightly pecked at her eyelashes.

If Yu Lingxi opened his eyes at this moment, he could see how excited and crazy his eyes were.

He could willingly drown in her tenderness and die on her body.

The wind blows the gauze of the pavilion, and the rain of pear blossoms falls with the wind, drifting with the flow.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the golden red of the setting sun dyes the fine white jade incomparably beautiful.

Ning Yin played with Yu Lingxi's loose long hair, looked at her deeply for a while, and said in a low voice, "I remember Sui Sui once praised me for being good-looking."

Yu Lingxi raised her eyes weakly, not understanding why he suddenly mentioned this matter.

"Which part of my body does Sui Sui like the most?"

Ning Yin raised the line of her lips lightly, and said softly, "Cut it off to make it more beautiful and long-lasting, how about giving it to Suisui?"

"..."

The way the little lunatic expresses his love is always so different, he is willing to use everything from his body to his soul as a bargaining chip to show his love.

She was used to it, and deliberately looked down, stopping under his tight waistline.

Ning Yin was stunned for a moment, then hugged her and laughed loudly, her shoulders trembled, and said solemnly: "This thing can't be used, it's better to use it while alive."

He was in a really good mood, and Yu Lingxi had rarely seen him laugh so unscrupulously in his two lives.

So she stopped caring about his nonsense and arched into his arms.

After a long time, so long that her eyelids became heavy, Yu Lingxi thought that Ning Yin had fallen asleep, but she heard his low and forceful voice.

"Stay with me," he said.

"it is good."

Yu Lingxi understood what he meant, "I will work hard to catch up with you."

Ning Yin pinched the back of her neck and said in a low voice, "I made a mistake and should be punished."

It is the shadow chasing the light, and he chasing the years.