MTL - Marrying The Villain-Chapter 32 questioning

When the wind blows, the copper bells hanging on the corners of the water pavilion jingle.

Ning Yin turned the lychee core between her fingers, looked at Yu Lingxi who was holding the pen in a daze, and raised her eyebrows for a moment: "Miss, don't you like it?"

Could it be a matter of liking it or not?

Anyone who receives a brush made of hair needs some time to react.

"It's not that I don't like it, I'm just curious."

Yu Lingxi held the intricate and smooth body of the carved lacquer pen, her white fingertips contrasted with the delicate redness, and she squinted and said, "What if I praise your beautiful eyes next time?"

"If the lady likes it, it's okay to gouge out the eyes and give it to the lady."

Ning Yin actually thought about it seriously, Fang said unhurriedly, "It's just that Miss is kind, and it's a bit troublesome to deal with the eyeballs, so I can't scare Miss."

"No need."

Yu Lingxi quickly stopped this dangerous topic, "The hair can still grow if it is cut, but if the eyes and hands and feet are gone, it will be incomplete. The things on the human body are still the best when they are alive..."

While talking, Ning Yin suddenly smiled and said, "Oh, it turns out that Miss likes to use living things."

Thanks to him, when Yu Lingxi heard the word "use", her cheeks became dry subconsciously.

She frowned, a little helpless: "I mean, you should cherish your own body."

This time Ning Yin didn't smile, her dark eyes looked at her eyelashes for a long time, and she didn't know if she listened.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Miss, can you use this pen to write an inscription?"

On the side table, paper and ink were bought.

Just dipping Ning Yin's beautiful hair in ink, I couldn't bear it for some reason.

Yu Lingxi calmed down, then melted the edge of the pen with clear water, moistened the ink and said, "What do you want me to write?"

Ning Yin's right hand was behind her back, and her left hand wrapped with an apricot-white ribbon was slowly grinding ink sticks, recalling the scene of yesterday, and said: "Li cheeks are deeply red, and musk navels are full of fragrance."

With a pause of the pen, a small ink-colored tail was drawn on the rice paper.

"This pen is full of tenacity, suitable for free and easy cursive, not suitable for writing this sentence."

Yu Lingxi pretended not to understand his little thoughts, but wrote a sentence in "Book of Changes": A gentleman hides his treasures in his body and waits for the time to move.

A "gentleman" is a person with both moral character and the son of a king, who hides and waits for the opportunity. Ning Yin claimed to be smart, but she couldn't figure out the meaning of what Yu Lingxi wrote.

His movement of rubbing the ink slowed down, and he had a half-smile: "Miss, you think highly of me."

"I have a good eye, and I can't see the wrong person."

Yu Lingxi dried the handwriting, and handed the written words to Ning Yin, smiling sincerely, "Thank you for your pen, it's very useful."

Ning Yin lowered her eyes, slowly raised her hand, and held the other end of the rice paper.

The free and easy handwriting on the paper seemed to be branded on the bottom of his eyes.

The breeze wrinkled a pool of spring water, and the willow leaves rustled.

Ning Yin's eyes were dark, and she looked at the moon gate behind the rockery, and a piece of plain clothes flashed by.

Zhao Yuming went and returned.

She wanted to take a sideways look at the status quo of the blissful fragrance on Yu Lingxi's body, but suddenly she had a panoramic view of the scene in the water pavilion.

The moment the boy in black tilted his head slightly, she was startled, turned and left in a hurry.

When she left the corner gate of the General's Mansion, she stopped in her tracks with lingering fear. After a brief moment of surprise, there was a deep surge of jealousy.

The young man in the water pavilion was covered by the pillars, she couldn't see his face clearly, but judging from his clothes, he should be a bodyguard or something. Yu Lingxi treated him very close and trusting with every frown and smile, and never strictly guarded against men and women.

Recalling what I heard from Zhao Xu, the medicinal effect of blissful fragrance...

Zhao Yuming covered his broken face, a dark secret joy welling up in his heart.

Ever since she came to Yu Mansion to celebrate her birthday three years ago, and saw Xue Erlang in the bright moon for the first time at the banquet, she never forgets it. She knew that her father was just a low-ranking official of the seventh rank who was not motivated, his family background was poor, and he had no reliable brothers to support him at home, so she could only bury his heart deep in her heart.

But gradually, this intention distorted and swelled in the day-to-day jealousy and inferiority complex, eating away at her beyond recognition.

Yu Lingxi was intoxicated by the fragrance of bliss, so she couldn't be a perfect body, so how could she be cleaner than herself? Why can Xue Erlang accept her, but not himself?

It is a kindness to lose oneself to the prince, but it is a disgrace for Yu Lingxi to lose her life to a humble servant.

Zhao Yuming slowly clenched his fingers, and said to the maid beside him, "Hong Zhu, let's go to Xue's residence."

"Miss, you haven't given up yet?"

The servant girl looked embarrassed, "Xue Erlang won't see you, he didn't even let you in after several visits. And you are going to enter the palace soon, so he has to avoid suspicion even more."

Zhao Yuming paused, unwilling to say: "Then find out when Mr. Xue is going out today, and I will go outside to block him."

Seeing that the servant girl didn't move, she urged: "I won't have a chance tomorrow, go!"

No matter what method she uses, she must tell Xue Cen what she saw with her own eyes, so that he will die in marrying Yu Lingxi.

In the wing room, the smoke from the beast stove wafts up.

Yu Lingxi washed the ink pen with the red plum pattern, carefully blotted the water with a cotton cloth, and then put it on the pen stand to dry.

The fingertips ran over the intricate patterns of the carved lacquer, and he couldn't help chuckling: The idea of ​​the little lunatic is still so unreasonable.

The parents who receive the body, hair and skin are also willing to cut off such a wisp as a gift when the loving lover gets married and gets married. How did he come up with the idea of ​​using hair as a pen?

Just smiling, Yu Xinyi pushed the door in, and Yu Lingxi withdrew her hand.

Yu Xinyi didn't notice her small movements, so he put the knife on the table casually, rubbed his neck and said, "I saw Zhao Yuming sneaking out of the corner door just now, didn't I do anything to you?"

"Zhao Yuming?"

Shouldn't she have left long ago?

Thinking of something, Yu Lingxi snorted: "It doesn't matter, those things she thinks she is using are just false names, and they can't hurt me at all."

Only those with a heart will see that everyone is dirty.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard the noise of people coming from the front yard.

"Sister, what's going on outside?" Yu Lingxi asked.

"Oh, it's Yu Huanchen who came back from the palace. It is said that there was a sudden windstorm in four counties of Luozhou, which damaged thousands of acres of farms and tens of thousands of victims."

Yu Xinyi said, "The emperor ordered Yu Huanchen to **** the relief money, and we are leaving tonight."

"So fast?"

"The disaster situation is urgent, and it is common to pull out the camp overnight."

Even so, Yu Lingxi still felt that something was wrong.

Why did people from the General's Mansion come forward for things like delivering disaster relief food?

At the end of the unitary hour, just as it was getting dark, Yu Huanchen organized his men and horses to go out.

Yu Lingxi stood in front of the steps holding a gauze lantern, thought for a while, and told Yu Huanchen, who was in uniform and armor, "The disaster relief involves a lot, brother Wanwang be careful."

Yu Huanchen twisted the reins around his hands, and Lang Ran said with a smile: "If you can't do such trivial things well, I'm sorry for my status as a young general of the Yu family. Don't worry every year, wait for brother to come back!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Yu Xinyi, who was crossing his arms, and said with a low face, "Yu Xinyi, take good care of Auntie and sister!"

"Is it still up to you?"

Yu Xinyi said in disgust, "Get lost, don't be too late."

Yu Huanchen raised his horsewhip and led the Yu family's cronies towards the city gate.

The torch twisted and quickly disappeared into the night.

…

The wind blew all night, and the empty steps were dripping with rain.

At the back corner door of the building, Ning Yin passed the guards of the Yu Mansion on duty, and stepped down the stone steps stepping on the thick red leaves.

A shopkeeper walked up to him, carrying a cargo box, and yelling with a rattle in his hand. Seeing Ning Yin, he hurried forward and said courteously: "Lang Jun, do you want to buy candy?"

Ning Yin paused, glanced at the colorful preserved fruits and candies in the cargo box, and asked casually, "Is there any caramel?"

"Yes, yes." The salesman hurriedly took out a piece of oil paper and scooped a spoonful of caramel for him.

"The subordinates have followed His Highness's instructions to create momentum in the public. Yushitai is impeaching the prince for immorality, and the time is right."

The shopkeeper kept moving his hands, and reported in a voice that only each other could hear, "Also, the people in the general's mansion are secretly checking His Highness's past, and the subordinates are afraid that the Yu family will find out that His Highness is in their mansion, so they have to do it..."

"No need." Ning Yin took out a few copper plates and put them in the drawer of the cargo box, with a calm expression, "Let them check."

It depends on whether Yu Huanchen has this life, come back alive to check his details.

After all, although Ning Tan's pig is incapable, he still holds a grudge.

"Look up the fragrance of bliss for me." Ning Yin smiled.

"Okay." The salesman laughed, and offered the wrapped caramel with both hands: "Your Majesty, go slowly."

Ning Yin carried the sugar bag behind her back, walked up the steps amidst the sound of rattle drums fading away, and walked towards the waterside pavilion.

Yu Lingxi was really practicing calligraphy there.

The wind stirred her pale crimson skirt, like a ray of morning glow.

As if she knew she would meet him, she deliberately didn't bring a maid to serve her.

So Ning Yin walked over and stretched out his hand to grind the ink slowly for her.

He has a leisurely posture, and he is not born to serve others. Rather than studying ink, he is more interested in teasing and enjoying.

"Where did you go? Hu Tao said, you are not in the shade room."

Yu Lingxi glanced at his slender hand, the complexion was lined with thick black ink streaks, giving it a cold jade-like texture.

She always felt that Ning Yin's hands were very suitable for intertwining with others...

Realizing what she was reminiscing about, Yu Lingxi's heart tightened, and she hurriedly shook off the messy thoughts in her head.

"Buy sugar." Ning Yin wiped her hands, put the caramel she just bought on the stone table, and pushed it towards Yu Lingxi.

Then she paused, lowered her eyes and dragged her voice: "Miss is not using the pen I gave you."

Yu Lingxi followed his gaze to look at the bamboo brush in his hand, pretending not to hear the coolness in his tone: "Your pen is so beautiful, I don't want to use it."

Yu Lingxi didn't have a penchant for writing with her hair, so she took Ning Yin's red ticking pen in her room.

She has already made up her mind that if Ning Yin refuses to admit her old relationship after gaining power in the future, she will show him the pen in exchange for a comfortable future.

"What is Miss planning? Her eyeballs are rolling around."

Ning Yin seemed to see through her absent-mindedness, and chuckled lightly.

Yu Lingxi put away her fluttering thoughts and simply put down her pen.

"Wei Qi, I have something to ask you."

She pursed her lips, seeming to think about it for a long time, Fang said softly, "If... I mean, if someone who served you for two years died suddenly, what would you do with her?"

This idea has been there since yesterday.

Yesterday Ning Yin said that he didn't like Zhao Yuming's face, that's why Yu Lingxi vaguely guessed why Ning Yin in her previous life scratched Zhao Yuming's face with a cane after her death.

So she wondered if the doubts and worries in the previous life could be answered from Ning Yin in this life.

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows slightly, as if curious why she would ask this.

But his tone was still cold, and he said lightly: "If you die, you will die, just dig a hole and bury it."

He didn't know why he would answer this boring hypothesis, probably because Yu Lingxi's eyes were too serious at this time.

"Then if there isn't even a pit?" Yu Lingxi asked again.

Her intuition told her that Ning Yin's answer next might be the crux of the problem.

Ning Yin thought for a while, twirled a candy from the table and said, "That's the nameless person, it's not worth my trouble."

Hearing this, Yu Lingxi held her breath in her heart.

I have been thinking about it for so long, but it seems to Yu Ningyin that it is just a cold "nobody, it's not worth worrying about".

Because it's not worth the trouble, let her body lie in a dark secret room without even giving her a chance to die?

Getting an answer is worse than not getting an answer.

Yu Lingxi glared at him, grabbed the caramel in his hand and said, "I won't give it to you."

Ning Yin was stunned.

Looking at Kong Luoluo's palm, he said "tsk": How fierce.

Yu Lingxi thought that things had passed for so long, and the real culprit who poisoned her was about to be revealed. She shouldn't mind the days when she was a lonely ghost...

But hearing Ning Yin's answer with his own mouth, he still couldn't hide his sadness.

It's strange, she was very open-minded in the past, so she wouldn't be so hypocritical.

Seeing her sitting alone without speaking, the coldness in Ning Yin's eyes finally subsided and turned into a little doubt.

He stared at Yu Lingxi's trembling eyelashes for a long time before peeling off a candy for her and handing it to her.

He blinked his eyes very slowly, and called out, "Miss?"

The milky caramel was on his fingertips, and Yu Lingxi wrinkled her nose, feeling bored again.

What is the difference between the sins of the big lunatic in the previous life and the little lunatic now?

She glanced at Ning Yin, but before she could speak, she saw Hu Tao running over in a hurry, and broke the silence: "Miss..."

Seeing that Ning Yin was there, Hu Tao felt apprehensive.

Yu Lingxi sorted out her emotions and motioned to her: "Speak directly, what's the matter?"

"Miss, something happened to the Zhao residence."

Hu Tao lowered her voice, "Miss Biao is dead."