MTL - Marrying The Villain-Chapter 17 name

Yu Lingxi searched around the backyard, but she couldn't find Ning Yin, so she turned and went straight to the corner stable.

The guard Qing Xiao led the horse past, as if he was about to go out to do some errands.

Before he could say hello, Yu Lingxi snatched the reins from Qing Xiao, stepped on the stone steps and got on the horse, slapped the horse's buttocks and shouted: "Drive!"

"Miss, this horse..."

Qing Xiao was horrified: This horse has not had time to put on a saddle and a pad in the future!

Before it was too late to chase, the steed had already disappeared into the dark street corner with the girl in plain clothes on its back.

Yu Lingxi searched around the street in front of the mansion, but she never saw Ning Yin.

It was so dark, and he was injured again, where could he go?

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Yu Lingxi thought of a place, immediately turned his horse's head, and ran towards Shengping Street.

At Haishi, the market is closed, and the lights on the street are few and far between, and there is no one there.

The burnt houses of the immortal capital of the Desire Realm stand at the end of the darkness like black bones. And under the scorched and ruined gate, Ning Yin's lonely figure was really leaning on.

He heard the sound of the horse's hooves and stood up straight, the shadow cast a long and lonely shadow under his feet.

But his eyes were calm, without any surprise.

The moment the dust settled, Yu Lingxi ignored the passing shadow of the gray falcon on the eaves.

After the peace of mind, there is a dense and spreading sourness.

Perhaps Ning Yin has no home and was "banished" from the mansion by his father and brother. His subconscious destination is still this fairy capital of the world of desire, which bestows endless harm and humiliation.

Or maybe he was hiding here on purpose, where she could find him.

Whether intentionally or not, Yu Lingxi must take him back.

Whether it's a **** or a ghost, she will let him be the future blessing of the Yu family.

"Call—"

Ning Yin raised her head slightly, and her small figure of her riding a horse stopped abruptly was reflected in her eyes.

The steed raised its hooves high, and the **** the horse's back held the reins tightly. Her loose black hair flew up and down like clouds, pulling out a dazzling light like golden threads behind her.

She didn't have time to wash and change, so she chased after her in a plain white jacket and a single skirt, revealing a section of her white as jade ankle and small embroidered shoes under the fluttering hem of the skirt.

The horses were bare, not even saddled.

Yu Lingxi controlled the horse to pace a little, and cast her clear and beautiful apricot eyes down the horse.

"Miss."

Looking at each other, Ning Yin hid her tightly bandaged left arm behind her back, trying to hide it.

Yu Lingxi still saw the bright red oozing out of the gauze, so she couldn't help pursing her lips, and the sweet and warm rusty smell seemed to overflow from her lips and teeth.

She said suddenly: "You said you don't have a name, so I'll give you one."

Ning Yin looked at her and listened quietly.

"Your original code name 'Twenty Seven' was too awkward to pronounce, so I took the last word 'Seven' and took the country name 'Wei' as my surname."

Yu Lingxi's chest heaved slightly, her gaze seemed to penetrate the young man in front of her, she went back to the distant past, and said word by word, "Before you found your real name, you were called 'Wei Qi'."

Ning Yin ranked seventh among the many princes. "Wei Qi" was the pseudonym Yu Lingxi and he had given in their previous lives when they left Beijing to recover from their illnesses.

It was a name only she knew.

Ning Yin opened her eyes slightly, and a strange color flashed across her stagnant pupils.

He had never heard of this name before, but for some reason, there was an indescribably familiar feeling.

"Wei... Qi?" he repeated.

The low hoarse and slightly doubtful voice of a young man drifted down with the gentle sound of the wind.

Yu Lingxi nodded.

The hand holding the rein tightened and then loosened, she slowly bent down on the horse's back, and stretched out her hand to Ning Yin for the first time.

"Come home with me, Wei Qi." She panted with her red lips slightly parted, and said.

The word "home" is nothing more than the most ridiculous word in the world, but when it comes out of her lips, there is an inexplicably convincing tranquility.

Ning Yin's Adam's apple twitched, she was stunned for a moment, Fang slowly raised her clean right hand, and gently placed the knuckles in her palm.

He said, "Okay."

That little hand was slender and delicate, but warm and soft. With just a light tug, Ning Yin was pulled onto the horse's back.

The down-and-out boy and the delicate girl each started a gamble with an unknown future at this time and this night.

"Your left hand is injured and your figure is unstable. You'd better catch me. I'm not responsible for picking it up if it falls." The girl's low voice came from the front.

Ning Yin lowered her eyes, hesitantly stretched out her hand, and encircled her waist tightly.

Slender and soft, as if it could be pinched by two palms.

For the first time in his life, he was curious about a woman's body.

Just wondering what kind of nephrite under his palm is made of, he saw an elbow stabbing towards him, and the girl's delicate warning came: "Grab the clothes, don't touch them randomly."

"Yes, miss."

The young man behind him had a soft voice, but in his eyes, there was a dark and willful smile clearly.

The general's mansion is still brightly lit.

Yu Lingxi entered through the side door and led Ning Yin to the side hall.

Along the way, the attendants bowed and saluted one after another, but no one dared to take another look or say a word.

Seeing their daughter's return, General Yu and Mrs. Yu first breathed a sigh of relief, then their eyes fell on the young man in black behind her, and their brows that had just been loosened unconsciously frowned.

"Father, mother, brother, Sui Sui is back."

She carefully watched the reactions of her father and brother to see if they would recognize Ning Yin's identity, but unexpectedly, apart from a slight headache and dissatisfaction, there was nothing unusual on the expression of her father and brother.

They didn't know Ning Yin.

Facing General Yu's awe-inspiring scrutiny, Ning Yin also had a calm face, but his eyes darkened a little.

Seeing Yu Lingxi's gaze, he immediately smiled, like spring breeze melting snow.

"You go down to rest first, take food and wound medicine, and I will send someone to your room."

Yu Lingxi slowed down her voice, her almond eyes were firm, delicate and dazzling.

Ning Yin was very obedient, reluctantly bowed to General Yu and Madam Yu, and then withdrew.

"Little sister, your heart is too soft."

Yu Huanchen took a deep breath, and spoke first, "You haven't left the cabinet yet, and Chunsou is in danger, no matter how loyal that nameless slave is to you, he can't..."

"He is not a slave beggar."

Yu Lingxi looked at Yu Huanchen and said seriously, "He has a name, Wei Qi."

"The name is not important at all, your reputation is the most important."

Yu Huanchen said forward, "Even if he saved your life, you also saved his life in the heavy snow. The two cancel each other out. You don't owe him anything at all. Sending him out of the house with a heavy reward is the best ending."

Yu Lingxi took the cloak handed over by the maidservant and wrapped it around her body, and smiled slightly: "Brother, you know very well in your heart that I saved him with a little effort, but he saved me but fought with his life. How can it be compared?"

At the corner of the corridor, Ning Yin's footsteps paused slightly after hearing these words.

Although everything was under his control, these gentle and firm words still cast a circle of ripples in the lake of his dead heart, fleeting.

The corners of his lips curled into a half-smile, and he turned and walked into the shadow of the endless corridor.

In the side hall, Yu Lingxi said calmly: "Father taught me since I was a child to be loyal, upright and open-minded. Since I was protected by others, how could I do something against my conscience because I was afraid of other people's gossip?" .”

"We didn't treat him badly. The silver I donated is enough for him to use for a lifetime. He refused to take it..."

Yu Huanchen muttered, but when Yu Xinyi elbowed him, he shut up.

Yu Lingxi had always been well-behaved and obedient, but this was the first time she was so stubborn, Madam Yu could only sigh and wink at her husband.

General Yu calmed down, showing a look of relief, and nodded again and again: "As expected of my Yu Yuan's daughter, she is loyal and responsible!"

"Husband, Sui Sui is not a man, what's the use of loyalty?" Mrs. Yu gave him a look.

"Sui Sui, brother Rong, talk too much, you can't be..." Yu Huanchen hesitated to speak.

The boy's appearance was extremely good and pleasing, even better than Xue Cen. He was worried that his younger sister would be simple-minded and would risk his own lifelong happiness in order to repay her kindness.

After all, Xue Cen is her good match.

Yu Lingxi understood what her brother meant, and hurriedly shook her head and said, "Don't worry, brother, I can tell the difference between kindness and affection between a man and a woman."

These days, Yu Lingxi has been thinking about how to tell his father and brother Ning Yin's identity, so as to persuade them to support Ning Yin, so that in the future, he can rely on this most powerful backer to uncover the real culprit behind the frame of the Yu family.

But the reason for the strange power of "past life and present life" is absolutely hard for the family to believe.

And now that the track of fate has deviated, she has changed the crisis of Beizheng's downfall, and now every day is a new experience, and it is no longer possible to predict the future as evidence.

Just now seeing that his father and brother did not recognize Ning Yin who was the seventh prince, he concluded that he could not use the rebirth prophecy as an excuse to convince them.

Otherwise, the exiled prince who was not recognized by the important ministers of the court would be recognized and picked up by himself who was raised in the boudoir. Neither Ning Yin nor his father and brother would be able to explain it, and it would only make things messy.

The current plan is to throw out some introductions and let the father and brother find out by themselves.

When my father and brother find out Ning Yin's identity, I may have reversed Ning Yin's brutal and cold-blooded temperament. At that time, it will be much easier to persuade my father and brother to support a troubled prince with both virtue and virtue than to persuade them to support a violent lunatic.

Thinking of this, Yu Lingxi pursed her lower lip: "Actually, I treated him this way not only because I was moved by his sincerity, but also because his eyes and demeanor told me that this person is definitely not someone in the pool."

She looked at Father with her transparent eyes, betting on his pity for talents, and said in a soft voice: "Father once said that the Yu family army would not bury any talent, didn't it?"

"Sui Sui reminded me like this, but I remembered that the young man looked weak, but he was extremely willing to die. Even if I saw the courage to cut his wrists and feed blood, I would have to respect him in awe."

Yu Xinyi folded his arms around his chest, frowned and said, "Just now he was standing at the bottom of the steps, neither humble nor overbearing, and his temperament is definitely not what ordinary slaves can have."

On the side, General Yu's resolute eyes had softened.

He tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, and General Yu sighed, "Good girl, how do you plan to deal with that kid?"

Without hesitation, Yu Lingxi raised her eyes and said, "Get out of slavery and be promoted to guest minister, and treat each other with courtesy from then on."

…

After four or five consecutive days of rain, the clouds finally opened and the sun cleared in the afternoon.

The peach blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom, the spring breeze is blowing, the accumulated rain is dripping, and the moist fragrance of flowers spreads over the surface.

Tang Buli, the gentleman of Qingping Township, prepared generous gifts and came to the door to apologize personally. After all, a boudoir friend had such a big accident during the spring search and hunt that he hosted, and anyone would feel guilty and blame themselves.

"Grandmother was so angry that she punished my ancestral hall to kneel and refused to give me food. It's very uncomfortable!"

As soon as Tang Buli met Tang Buli, he began to whine and cry, and hugged Yu Lingxi, "Sui Sui, I'm sorry! It's my lax control that hurt you."

"Silly A Li, what does it have to do with you?"

Yu Lingxi smiled and took the needle, thread and deerskin away from her hands so as not to **** her rash friend.

"Crazy Horse, have you found out the reason?"

"The king of Nanyang Xiaojun was almost injured, how can we not investigate? It is said that there is something wrong with the forage, and there is poisonous powder in it that makes the horses go crazy. From my point of view, it is probably made by the Zhao family."

The thoughts of the two coincided with each other, and Yu Lingxi asked, "How do you say?"

"In the first round of hunting, the Zhao family had the last harvest. On the second day of hunting, everyone's horses were poisoned and hard to control. Only the Zhao family turned around and gained a lot. Who else can do it except them?"

Tang Buli took a piece of pear cake and bit it, and said with righteous indignation, "Unfortunately, I have no evidence, and Zhao Xu fell off his horse somehow, and he is still in a coma, and Zhao Yuming can only cry and cry, and can't ask anything." out…"

Thinking of Zhao Jiayi's brother and sister standing among the Crazy Horse that day, Yu Lingxi lowered her slender eyelashes, and her eyes darkened a little.

I didn't pay much attention in my previous life, I just felt that Zhao Yuming's mind might not be as pure as her appearance. Now it seems that it is true.

"lets change a topic."

Tang Buli patted the crumbs on his hands, interrupting Yu Lingxi's train of thought, "I saw you sewing these moccasin boots from the moment I entered the door. It seems that the style is for a man... Who is it for? Oh, I see, could it be Xue Erlang?"

Tang Buli leaned towards him, smiling inappropriately, "He is a hero who saved the beauty, the one who carried you up from the cliff."

In the spring search crisis, it seemed that everyone only remembered Xue Cen.

Yu Lingxi's red lips parted slightly, she bit off the end of the thread lightly, and prevaricated: "The buckskin from the last hunting is still idle, just practice your hands."

Fortunately, Tang Buli is not a meticulous person, so he quickly changed the topic: "In half a month, the spring banquet organized by the empress will be held. In addition to the princes and sons, all unmarried eunuchs and daughters will also be invited. Opportunity is staring at Xue Erlang! Sui Sui, you must dress up beautifully, and compare them all!"

spring feast...

Yu Lingxi paused, but forgot about it.

When living in the Zhao Mansion in the previous life, my uncle mentioned that this spring banquet was called a banquet, but it was actually a selection of wives and concubines for the emperor's relatives. At that time, my uncle had thought of sending her to a banquet to cling to the powerful, but he reluctantly gave up because Yu Lingxi refused and fell ill due to overwhelmed worry.

Since she is choosing wives and concubines for the royal family, it is better for her not to go to this banquet.

…

After supper the moccasin boots were sewn.

Yu Lingxi thought for a while, dismissed the maidservant, carried the lamp and boots, and went to the backyard alone.

Since she had to rely on him in the future, she had to show some sincerity.

Ning Yin's house is much more spacious than the previous one, the door is ajar, and there is a warm yellow light in the house.

He hasn't slept yet.

Yu Lingxi came quietly, afraid of waking up the sleeping guards in the neighbors, so she put down her hand knocking on the door and pushed the door straight in.

As soon as she stepped into one leg, she froze in place with a lantern.

Beside the candlestick case, Ning Yin took off the left half of her clothes, and was exposing her chest and arms, changing the dressing for the bloodletting wound on her forearm.

The warm light of the candle was blocked on his deep and well-proportioned muscle lines, not as cold and white as before, but revealed a jade-like warmth—

If you ignore the hideous knife wound on the top.

Seeing Yu Lingxi rushing in, Ning Yin never panicked at all.

He tilted his head, bit one end of the bandage and tied it in a knot. He smiled before putting on his clothes, as if seeing her was a very happy thing, stood up and called: "Miss."

Yu Lingxi closed the door with her backhand, cleared her throat and asked, "How's your injury?"

"It doesn't hurt." He shook his head, and there was an inexplicable and faint light in his black eyes.

Yu Lingxi couldn't hold back, and bent her lips.

Putting the moccasin boots on the desk, she said directly, "It's for you."

Ning Yin touched the moccasin boots, her bandaged fingers ran over the fine stitches little by little, and she raised her head and asked, "Miss made it for me?"

"I picked it up in the warehouse."

Without raising her eyes, Yu Lingxi said calmly, "Try to see if it fits."

Whatever she asked Ning Yin to do, Ning Yin would do it obediently, obediently.

He put on his boots, got up and took two steps lightly.

"very suitable."

When he raised his head, the smile in his eyes deepened a little, and he asked, "But miss, how do you know the size of my shoes and boots?"

"..." Yu Lingxi almost choked.