MTL - Marrying The Villain-Chapter 91 flutter

Yu Lingxi woke up from the cold.

After entering the palace, she found that the little **** was leading her in the wrong direction, so she became suspicious, and forced herself to calm down: "The jade pendant that the lord gave me fell into the carriage, I'll go get it."

She turned around, and before she could take two steps, she smelled a strange fragrance.

The last scene that came into view was the dark face of the little eunuch.

Opening his eyes, he saw a small small room with dim oil lamps on the wall. She was lying in a corner, leaning against a stone wall, wisps of air-conditioning leaked from the gaps under the wall, cooling down to the marrow of her bones.

Yu Lingxi's hands and feet were bound by thick ropes, she moved her figure, and pushed aside the straw and felt piled up in the corner with great effort, revealing the ice cubes piled up in four directions inside.

If she guessed correctly, she was locked in a certain ice cellar.

The ice cellar of the imperial city.

Was it the **** and the round-faced palace maid who kidnapped her? Who are they?

Does Ning Yin know that there is a spy mixed in among the maidservants in Prince Jing's Mansion?

With mixed thoughts, taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching in the secret cellar, Yu Lingxi turned her head, raised her bound hands and touched the topknot, and only touched the cold white jade threaded hairpin.

Because she entered the palace to guard the spirit, she didn't bring extra hairpins, and she didn't even have a sharp weapon to cut the rope.

While he was thinking, there was a muffled sound above his head.

Yu Lingxi was vigilant, and hurriedly hid the hosta in the corner among the ice cubes.

At the same time, the heavy bluestone slab was moved away, cold light poured down, and a man wearing a cloak whose face could not be seen walked slowly down the stone steps with the support of a servant.

The man seemed to be weak, thin and slender, if it wasn't for the occasional hoarse cough, Yu Lingxi would have thought that the man under the cloak was a woman.

He stood in front of Yu Lingxi, only a little pointed jaw was exposed under the shadow of the hood, and his fingers habitually picked a piece of wood.

After a while, a low hoarse voice came: "It's a helpless move, and I offended Princess Jing."

His tone was a bit weak, it was clearly the voice of an adult, but he imitated the way of speaking of a child, with a serious look.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

In Yu Lingxi's memory, there was no such person.

The man hidden in the cloak said: "Ning Yin covered the sky with one hand, it is not easy to invite him into the urn. Therefore, I can only use this bad strategy and borrow Princess Jing as a token."

As he said that, the man caught a glimpse of Yu Lingxi's jade hairpin hidden on the ice.

Yu Lingxi's heart skipped a beat, and she pretended to be timid and said: "This hairpin was made for me by the prince himself, I wonder if it can be used to redeem my life?"

The man seemed to be considering the authenticity of her words.

The round-faced palace maid behind him stepped forward cautiously and said something, and the man turned his head slightly to signal the servant to pick up the hairpin.

"Take it to Ning Yin and tell him that the princess is in my hands."

He took out a secret note from his sleeve, and ordered in a low voice, "If you don't want to change your wedding into a new funeral, let him do as I said and come alone."

The servant went down to make arrangements, but the man didn't leave.

He sat down behind the only table in Xiaojiao, took out a small file, and concentrated on carving wood.

The sharp sawdust pricked his fingers, and the fingertips were bloody, but he didn't seem to notice.

It was very cold in the ice cellar, and the stone wall behind it was almost like a cold blade piercing Yu Lingxi's thin back.

She curled up and watched the man who was chopping wood in the dead silence. After a long while, she tentatively called out: "Your Highness, Third Prince."

The movement of the man to chop wood obviously paused.

His tight and thin figure gradually relaxed, he let out a long sigh of relief, and raised his hand to take off his wide hood.

He turned his feminine face and looked at Yu Lingxi with dark and dull eyes for a long time before asking, "How did the princess recognize me?"

"In today's world, there are not many people who dare to call Ning Yin's name directly."

Yu Lingxi's eyes moved down, and her eyes lingered slightly on the jade pendant hanging from the man's slender waist.

She lived two lifetimes, but she didn't know that the third prince was not really stupid.

That's right, born in the family of an emperor who eats people but doesn't spit out his bones, if he doesn't learn to hide his clumsiness to cover up his sharpness, he might have died young like the other princes.

Yu Lingxi's eyelashes were frosted, and she exhaled white air, "We can talk."

"What does the concubine want to talk about? Why is this king pretending to be stupid, or when did he put people beside Ning Yin?"

The third prince's subordinates kept moving, finely chipping the wood into a human shape, "That palace maid is not my king's."

"What?" Yu Lingxi doubted whether the third prince's words were true or not.

If that round-faced court lady was not working for the Third Prince, why did she betray Ning Yin and help the evildoers?

"If you want to blame it, blame Ning Yin for being too arrogant."

Seeming to see through Yu Lingxi's doubts, the third prince said, "He controls the government and the public, but he has no plans to ascend the throne for a long time. It is inevitable that some of his subordinates will be shaken. For some people, no matter how powerful the regent is, It’s just a minister, it’s better to be the emperor’s minister than to be a minister’s minister, do you think that’s the reason?”

What Yu Lingxi was most worried about happened.

"So His Royal Highness the Third Prince hijacked me and asked Ning Yin to use his power to elect you to the throne?"

Yu Lingxi smiled slightly, and said calmly, "Exchanging a woman for a country, a fool knows it's a loss-making deal, and he won't come."

"But princess, don't forget that madmen and fools do not pay attention to equality."

The third prince frustrates the wooden figure for a while, then Fang slowly said, "It's okay if I don't get the throne, I won't live long anyway."

Yu Lingxi looked at that feminine face tremblingly, trying to see the truth of the words from his face.

The third prince turned his head and met her gaze.

Those empty, dark eyes made Yu Lingxi's back go numb.

Fortunately, he turned his head quickly, turned his back to Yu Lingxi, and pushed back the loose hair on the back of his head.

The oil lamp was dim, illuminating the faint, cold silver light in his hair.

The light was too dim, Yu Lingxi looked at it for a long time, only to realize that the silver light on the back of his head was a needle - a silver needle that almost sank into the acupuncture point.

"This is…"

She felt numb all over, guessing who inserted the needle viciously into his head.

"This needle was inserted by me."

The third prince put down his hands calmly, and closed his hair, covering the cold silver light.

"Why does the Third Highness do this?"

Yu Lingxi bit her trembling lips, trying her best to stay awake by talking.

The corner of the third prince's mouth twitched.

Yu Lingxi guessed that he wanted to laugh, but he didn't know whether it was the aftereffect of acting stupid for many years, or because of the silver needle, he even made such a subtle expression very strangely.

"Two days ago Ning Yin said that if you stay a fool all your life, you can live a long life."

His voice was slow, "But it's very painful to pretend to be a fool. I would rather die soberly as a prince than live chaotically as a fool."

Therefore, he went against the grain and did not hesitate to inject silver needles into his brain, but also to resist Ning Yin's confinement on his acupuncture points, in exchange for a short period of clarity.

"I have something to do."

Speaking of this, the third prince's voice was a little softer, "Princess, don't be afraid, I only want Ning Yin's life."

"Why?"

Yu Lingxi tightened her fingers, "Is Ning Yin blocking your way because the throne is within easy reach?"

The third prince was silent for a long time, Fang said softly: "Because Shaowei died under his hands, that is my only close friend."

Shaowei is Xue Song's name.

So the reason why Xue Song in his previous life went to great lengths to poison her to assassinate Ning Yin was actually for... the third prince?

When everything was connected together, Yu Lingxi understood in a daze why Xue Song was so devoted to the third prince.

He is the only one who is willing to talk to his subordinates among all those who are dormant and seizing power.

In the past and the present life, after going round and round, it turned out that these two people survived to the end.

"It's done."

The third prince showed a little shyness like a child, and put the wooden figure at Yu Lingxi's feet, "Here it is for you."

The wooden man with clouded temples and beautiful face looks exactly the same as Yu Lingxi.

…

In Fengxian Hall, the coffin is lying alone.

Ning Yin wore a snow-colored robe, and with black and cold eyes glanced at Shen Feng who was kneeling in front of the steps: "I ask you, where are you?"

It was a bit cloudy at the end of February, but a drop of sweat dripped from the tip of Shen Feng's nose, and he lost his usual smile. He lowered his head and said, "I heard from the **** guards that it was Xiao Huangmen and Xiao Man who took the initiative to lead the way. Take the princess away."

"Little Man?"

"It's the servant girl in our mansion who is in charge of washing and washing clothes. If there is no acquaintance, the princess will not believe it..."

Pressed by Ling Han's killing intent, Shen Feng swallowed his throat and lowered his voice.

In this dead silence, a young **** came forward, tremblingly offering the secret note and jade hairpin in his hand.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

The little **** said with a trembling voice, "Someone wants, wants my slave to give this thing to you..."

Seeing the familiar threaded Ruiyun white jade hairpin, Ning Yin's eyes suddenly darkened.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the jade hairpin, the body of the hairpin was icy cold, with fine droplets of water coagulating on it, and a ray of red dyed by blood curled up like clouds on the body of the hairpin.

Ning Yin gently twirled the little rice straw stained on the hairpin, unfolded the secret paper, and laughed out loud.

The country was in mourning, and the atmosphere in the hall was extremely heavy, so this laughter seemed particularly inappropriate.

"Thanks a lot."

Ning Yin threw the secret note into the copper basin for burning paper money, got up and walked towards the eunuch, smiling peacefully and harmlessly.

The little **** who ventured to deliver the letter breathed a sigh of relief.

The two armies are fighting without beheading the envoys. It seems that His Royal Highness King Jing is a reasonable person no matter how cruel and ruthless he is.

Just as the little **** was about to get up, he saw a tall shadow covering him.

Then he flew out with his whole body and hit the coffin at the gate of the palace. The thick red sprayed on the funeral banners of the mourning hall, splashing a spray of blood.

Outside the hall, a group of people knelt in white flowers. No one knew what happened, but no one dared to ask.

The courtiers and concubines in sackcloth and filial piety all moved on their knees, and automatically moved out of the way, letting the blood-splattered moccasin boots stride past them.

Ning Yin drew Shen Feng's saber and walked towards the North Palace.

He had set a rule for himself, that he would not be stained with blood within seven days of his wedding, and he had to accompany Sui Sui cleanly.

But now he can't care about any rules or cleanliness, and only the most primitive killing, killing, killing is left in his head.

Jingle bells, the dumb bells trembled with the splash of blood.

The corpses fell one by one, and for the first time in his life, he regretted not killing Ning Xuan at Dali Temple that day because of this **** rule.

The miscellaneous fish arranged by Ning Xuan was hard to resist. When they reached Luoyun Palace, Ning Yin's sleeve robe was completely stained red with blood.

Pushing open the palace door, the **** clothes were flying, the point of the sword in the gap was touching the ground, Ning Yin's eyes were soaked with the redness of blood.

The third prince was pouring the wine from the wine jar on the curtains in the hall, when he saw Ning Yin rushing in full of blood, he looked a little surprised.

"You came so fast."

He said, taking down the candle on the case table.

The candle flames flickered, unable to reflect any light in his empty eyes.

"Where is she?"

Ning Yin dragged his long sword forward and snuffed out the poisonous incense on the case table.

"She's in a place where you'll never find...uh!"

The moment the candle flame fell to the ground, the tongue of flame quickly shot up along the curtain and burned the beams of the house.

Ning Yin didn't seem to notice, her robe fluttered and danced in the heat wave, her blood-stained cheeks were as dead and cold as a fallen angel.

"Where is she?"

He folded his fingers and asked softly word by word.

The monstrous fireworks distorted people's faces, and the third prince's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he said intermittently: "Maybe...see...whether you will be burned to death first, or her..."

He raised his hand tremblingly, and touched the silver needle on the back of his head.

Then he pulled out violently and stabbed towards Ning Yin.

Silver needles pierced the palm.

The third prince's eyes also turned dull again the moment the silver needle was taken out, the corners of his mouth moved, and he fell to the ground like a puppet with broken strings.

…

A thin light smoke seeped in from the bluestone slab above the head, and the small space, which was still cold to the bone marrow just now, gradually became hot.

There was no sound in the ice cellar, and Yu Lingxi didn't know what was going on outside.

She struggled to stand up, and struggled to get the oil lamp on the wall.

The lamp was made of brass and burned very hot. Yu Lingxi didn't care about her burned fingers. After taking off the oil lamp, she burned the thick rope on her wrist with a weak flame.

"Quicker, faster..."

She kept praying, and finally, in the severe pain of burning, the thick rope snapped.

She quickly untied the rope on her feet, raised her skirt and ran up the stone steps, trying to open the bluestone slab pressed against the entrance of the ice cellar.

But the bluestone slab was too heavy, and she couldn't open it from the inside with only her strength.

And it's hot, very hot.

Yu Lingxi sniffed the faint smell of smoke leaking in from the gap, and knew that there must be a fire outside.

"Ning Yin..."

Her heart clenched, she didn't know if Ning Yin was involved in it at this time, the most urgent thing right now was to escape and report to him that he was safe.

But the stone slab is so heavy, and there is a fire outside, how can I escape?

Thinking of something, Yu Lingxi bit her red lips, and quickly ran back into the ice cellar, putting her hands on the bottom of the stone wall.

Sure enough, curls of air-conditioning seeped out from the cracks in the stones.

If you guessed right, there is an ice room behind the stone wall.

The ice room has a huge amount of ice, and there are usually dark passages connected to the moat and the imperial city pond to facilitate ice transportation in winter. If you are lucky, you can escape if you find a secret passage.

Yu Lingxi got up and quickly groped for the mechanism on the wall.

When she touched a slightly raised green brick, she pressed it hard, and the stone wall opened with a bang, revealing a huge ice room.

Yu Lingxi's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously stepped into the endless ice and snow. After taking two steps, her neck felt numb.

She stopped, clutched her chest and listened carefully.

That's right, it was the golden bell that was vibrating!

Ning Yin is nearby! He is in flames!

As if her heart was being strangled by a pair of invisible hands, Yu Lingxi shook her own bell, and then shook it again.

After hearing the response, she turned around and ran back, stepped up the stone steps in two or three steps, and tried her best to push the bluestone slab with all her strength.

"Ning Yin!"

Yu Lingxi patted the slate, "I'm fine, did you hear that?"

But in vain.

The golden bell shook more and more rapidly, as if responding to her shaking just now.

The little lunatic didn't leave, he was still looking for her.

Find her in the sea of ​​fire.

"Give me... open..."

The slate was getting hotter and hotter, and blood was seeping from between her nails, and she pushed her whole body upwards, crying, "Wei—Qi—"

With a bang, the bluestone slab was picked up vigorously.

The next moment, a scalding heat wave rushed over.

Blue veins protruded from Ning Yin's arm, facing the burning flames, his eyes met the sweaty Yu Lingxi.

Jingling, the two ringtones merged into one.