MTL - Marrying The Villain-Chapter 31 gift pen
East Palace.
It was raining again and again, Prince Ning Tan pushed away the concubine who was rubbing his shoulders annoyedly, stood up and said, "Cui An!"
Outside the screen, the young **** in ocher clothes stepped forward and dragged his voice: "The minister is here."
Ning Tan looked depressed: "It's been ten days, how long will Gu have to be grounded!"
"In the past few days, because of Princess Deyang's birthday banquet, several adults from Yushitai jointly wrote a letter to impeach His Highness, and the emperor is still angry."
Cui secretly said, "The Empress has said, let Your Highness stay in the East Palace to avoid the limelight."
"No, how many days ago did that happen, why is the old stubborn Yushitai still holding on to it?"
"The empress originally suppressed this matter, but I don't know who leaked the news and spread it to the people..."
Cui An glanced at Ning Tan, and Fang continued, "It is said that His Highness forced the noble girl, is lustful and stupid, and the people's grievances have gradually boiled up recently, which made Yu Shitai grab His Highness's handle."
"It's unreasonable! Who released these bullshit!"
Ning Tan got angry when he mentioned this matter, he really didn’t eat the mutton, and even caused a commotion, he couldn’t help but said angrily, “I’m the future emperor, even if I didn’t admit the wrong person, so what if I’m interested in a beauty?”
Cui An bowed slightly: "Shanglong is in good health today, the crown prince is cautious."
Ning Tan snorted, his patience had reached its limit, and he thought: Since you can't leave the East Palace, why not send a group of beauties in to enjoy yourself? The old man in the East Palace, he has long been tired of playing.
Can't help but ask: "What about the Crown Princess, is there anything?"
"The Empress did mention this, but General Yu is quite concerned..."
"what?"
"It's not just General Yu. After leaving the Buddhist hall, the daughters of famous families in Beijing are not willing to marry into the East Palace."
"presumptuous!"
Ning Tan was furious, grabbed the wine cup on the case table and threw it at Cui An, "It's all your fault for doing something wrong, sending a counterfeit product to my bed, causing this disturbance!"
The wine cup hit Cui An's shoulder, splashing a dark tea stain.
As if he hadn't noticed it, he said calmly: "Your Highness, calm down, the rumors in the market are strange, and someone must be pushing them."
"No matter who is promoting it, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible!"
Panting, Ning Tan sat down, clenched his fingers and murmured, "There is also Yu Yuan, a hard bone that can't be chewed on, I don't believe it!"
Now he has lost his trust in the court, and there are no more available talents around him. The only one, Cui An, is still the queen.
Although the queen is his mother, she sits in front of the Buddha statue all day long, and she can't figure out what is going on in her heart...
He had to think of a way to take the Yu family for his own use earlier.
As if seeing what he was thinking, Cui An's mouth moved slightly, and he calmly reminded: "I heard that the four counties in Luozhou were hit by a typhoon, and the imperial court is about to send people to send food and money to the disaster relief."
Ning Tan rolled his eyes at him, and snorted, "Why are you talking about this? How can I even think about discussing state affairs now..."
Thinking of something, he paused.
"Yes." Ning Tan's narrow eyes flashed a hint of calculation, and he beckoned to Cui An.
After whispering, he asked, "Remember?"
Cui An closed his eyes to cover the sarcasm in his eyes, nodded and said: "I will do it now."
Only then did Ning Tan slump in the seat contentedly, squinting his eyes and grinning grinningly.
As long as the plan is successful, not to mention capturing Yu Yuan, even his two daughters have to obediently come to the East Palace to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Thinking of the girl from the Yu family who hadn't been able to eat her mouth all this time, Ning Tan's lower abdomen felt hot.
"and many more."
He called Cui An, "Where's the fake that seduced Gu? The one surnamed Zhao, you brought her into the palace."
Cui An stopped in her footsteps: "This girl is hated by Princess Deyang, her morals are not good, she cannot be named a good concubine."
"Then let her be the most inferior concubine and maidservant. Anyway, it's just a fake, just play around with it."
Ning Tan clicked his tongue impatiently, when the rightful owner of the Yu family came, naturally she would not be needed.
Lightning tore through the night sky and illuminated the towers and palaces of the capital in white.
The gust of wind suddenly picked up, and another shower was coming.
…
In the early morning, the rain is clear and the sky is blue, and the puddles in front of the steps reflect the shadows of trees and floating clouds.
Yu Lingxi was sitting in front of the dressing table in a daze, and suddenly heard Hu Tao, who was combing her hair behind her, said: "My servant finds that Miss's complexion has become better recently, she is fair and rosy, as beautiful as peach blossoms blooming in spring."
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.
Yu Lingxi recalled the scene in the secret room yesterday, and the mottled and absurd bits and pieces of memory flooded in like a tide, burning her cheeks with pain.
During the two years in the Prince Regent's Mansion, she had always been the one who pleased Ning Yin, and Ning Yin enjoyed her. Occasionally when he was in a good mood, he would patiently make her cheeks turn red, but it was very different from yesterday...
What's different, Yu Lingxi couldn't tell.
All she knew was the long bamboo path from the Zen room, and she couldn't even look directly at Ning Yin's dark, wet hem.
Fortunately, it rained that day, and the drizzle flew obliquely and wet the clothes, so it would not make people suspicious.
Ning Yin said that the poison had another attack.
The first two times already cost half my life, and the third time I don't know what will happen... Could it be that I want to find him again?
Having been a bird in a cage for two years in her previous life, Yu Lingxi cherished her life very much, not because she minded the constraints of secular ethics.
She was just unwilling to succumb to the effects of the medicine and follow the old path of her previous life.
In the previous life, Israel had no choice but to serve others, but in this life, what is the matter?
Thinking of this, Yu Lingxi calmed down and said, "Hutao, go and grab me a few medicines for reducing fire, eliminating dryness, and clearing away heat and detoxification. The more the better."
Hu Tao grabbed the comb, blinked and said: "Miss, what's wrong? The medicine is three-point poisonous, so you can't drink it indiscriminately."
"It's been hot recently, and my heart is restless, and I need to reduce the fire."
Yu Lingxi made up a random reason. Although she didn't know the antidote, it was better than nothing.
Walnut put down the comb and went out, and turned back after less than a cup of tea.
"Miss, the cousin of the Zhao residence is here and wants to see Miss."
Hu Tao asked for instructions, "Miss is blocking the outside with a horizontal knife, let me ask Miss, should I tie her up to apologize to Miss, or just cut her up?"
Zhao Yuming?
Yu Lingxi's thoughts sank, and before she settled the score with her, she came to her door herself.
In front of the gate of the mansion, Yu Xinyi sat boldly in front of the steps, standing the unsheathed saber on the ground.
Behind Yu Xinyi, there were two rows of guards holding the sword, and those holding the rope.
Zhao Yuming was so shocked by her aura that his face turned pale, as if he was too weak. Seeing Yu Lingxi coming out, Zhao Yuming's eyes lit up, and he said softly, "Cousin Lingxi..."
As soon as Yu Lingxi heard her pretending to be weak, she felt sick.
"Sui Sui, what are you doing out here?"
Yu Xinyi stood up and stopped her sister, and said coldly, "You don't need to come forward, I will take care of her for you."
Yu Lingxi glanced at Zhao Yuming calmly, and said, "Sister, I have something to ask her."
In the waterside pavilion, Yu Lingxi sat down straight away without calling Zhao Yuming.
Zhao Yuming stood aside in embarrassment and called out, "Cousin Lingxi, I know there are many misunderstandings between us..."
"Misunderstand?"
Yu Lingxi glanced at her, "During the spring search, everyone's horses were poisoned and frightened, only you and Zhao Xu, who were eager to win, were fine. Is this a misunderstanding?"
Zhao Yuming opened her mouth to argue, but Yu Lingxi didn't give her a chance: "Princess Deyang's birthday banquet, I was careful everywhere, but I still got fainted and fell into Zhao Xu's hands. Is this also a misunderstanding?"
"It was the palace servant who mistook you for me and brought you out of the princess mansion. It really has nothing to do with me."
Zhao Yuming was on the verge of crying, "I suffered for you, and the prince... I was also the victim, how could my cousin blame me so much?"
Hearing her reverse black and white, Yu Lingxi almost wanted to laugh.
She didn't understand, why didn't her previous self see that Zhao Yuming was such a duplicity of femme fatales?
"You know that I love spicy food, and you also know that at the birthday party, the only person I won't be wary of is Xue Cen. I saw you pestering Xue Cen for a long time at the princess's birthday party that day."
Yu Lingxi stood up, stared at Zhao Yuming and said, "Do you want me to explain more clearly? The pickled plums Xue Cen carried with you were dropped by you at that time, right?"
Zhao Yuming twisted the handkerchief, feeling guilty.
Yu Lingxi knew that she had guessed right.
After returning from the birthday banquet that day, Yu Lingxi reflected on it for a long time. Princess Deyang was furious because of the incident of stealing from the prince's Buddhist hall, which meant that she didn't know the prince's intentions, and it was impossible for her to tamper with Yu Lingxi's food...
Then, the only person who attacked her could be the Zhao family.
At the banquet, Yu Lingxi didn't eat anything of unknown origin, the only exception was the two plums that Xue Cen put in her cup.
Why did Zhao Yuming pester Xue Cen and distract him before contacting him? All doubts were resolved.
Even past life...
The cup of fragrant tea she drank in the Zhao Mansion in her previous life, she also smelled the same tea fragrance at the eldest princess' birthday banquet.
In the previous life, my uncle had already sat on the position of Minister of the Household Department by relying on the beauties to curry favor with Ning Yin. With such a rich family, why did the Zhao family treat themselves with the old tea that appeared four years ago?
Maybe there is only one reason:
The tea was fragrant enough to mask the bitterness of the poison.
Thinking of this, Yu Lingxi laughed out loud.
Laughing that in her previous life, she tremblingly guarded against Ning Yin and feared madmen, but in the end, it was a weak "good man" who killed her.
If it was really done by the Zhao family, she will never bear it!
Zhao Yuming had been carefully observing Yu Lingxi's expression, and couldn't help but said with a guilty conscience: "Everything was arranged by Zhao Xu. I thought he just wanted to teach you a lesson. I don't know that he has such thoughts..."
Seeing Yu Lingxi pursing her lips and sneering, Zhao Yuming lowered her voice and said with tears in her eyes, "I know what I said, you won't believe it anymore. I have been conferred in the Eastern Palace, and I will enter the palace to serve the crown prince in the future Your Highness, I will never leave the palace walls again in this life, let alone compete with you for anything..."
Thinking of the lowly status of "concubine and maidservant", Zhao Yuming held back strong unwillingness in her eyes, and choked up: "I came to you today not to ask for your forgiveness, but to ask clearly before entering the palace. ...how did you die?"
It's about this time, and you still want to talk?
Yu Lingxi said calmly, "If it's not about committing suicide in fear of crime, why didn't my cousin ask him in person?"
Zhao Yuming shuddered: Zhao Xu is already dead, and Yu Lingxi's words "ask him personally", could it be implying...
Yu Lingxi in front of her was calm and transparent, she was no longer the naive and ignorant girl she was back then. What has she experienced in the past six months?
Just as he was thinking, a stone flew from nowhere and hit Zhao Yuming's face.
Zhao Yuming immediately screamed, and took a step back while covering his skinned and bleeding face.
Another stone flew towards her, and she didn't care about her pretentiousness, so she ran away.
Yu Lingxi was both relieved and funny, and most of the heavy haze in her heart dissipated.
After a while, she looked behind the rockery: "Are you a child, Wei Qi?"
To actually hit people with stones, only a reckless person like him would do it.
The black-clothed boy turned out from behind the rockery, and walked slowly along the winding plank road, throwing the stones in his hand one by one.
The damp wind blew after the rain, and the black hair hanging behind his ears fluttered slightly. He squinted his eyes and said leisurely: "I don't like her face, it's better to scratch it."
Yu Lingxi was slightly startled, and those deliberately suppressed memories came back to life.
Is it possible that Ning Yin cut Zhao Yuming's face in the previous life not because he hated her, but because he hated people like Zhao Yuming who had eyebrows and eyes similar to hers?
"Miss, what are you thinking about?" Ning Yin had already walked into the water pavilion, staring at Yu Lingxi's expression.
Yu Lingxi moved the corners of her lips and laughed.
It was a real, open-minded and self-deprecating smile, and the eyebrows and eyes suddenly opened, and the color was like spring flowers.
Ning Yin was pinching the stone, her black eyes contained her figure covering her lips and smiling.
"I was thinking, I used to be such a fool." Yu Lingxi sat on the stone bench, propped her chin, and inadvertently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Ning Yin looked at her for a long time, Fang nodded lightly: "It's quite stupid, I should have killed that woman."
He was still like this, either killing someone or on the way to kill someone.
But strangely, Yu Lingxi didn't find it scary.
She shook her head, looked up at Ning Yin, her voice was soft and firm: "Death is a simple thing, but what I want is more than that."
She wanted to join this handsome lunatic in front of her, and crush Zhao Yuming and that corrupt East Palace together.
"Miss, why are you always looking at me?" Ning Yin met her gaze calmly, and slightly curled her lips.
Thoughts surged in Yu Lingxi's mind, about the past life, about the present life, and about those cognitions that are gradually being subverted and reshaped.
"Wei Qi, I used to be very afraid of being alone."
She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly: "But now, I seem to understand him a little bit."
The stone in his hand fell to the ground, Ning Yin raised his eyebrows slightly.
"That wild man?" He narrowed his black eyes.
"What?" Yu Lingxi hadn't reacted yet.
Ning Yin said coolly: "Miss is afraid before she understands, it's the wild guy who taught her how to entertain herself..."
Yu Lingxi rushed forward and covered Ning Yin's hateful mouth.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yu Lingxi's ear tips were as red as plum blossoms.
Fortunately, she was still seriously thinking about how to help him return to the palace and flatten the East Palace, but he only cared about making himself jealous!
With her mouth covered, Ning Yin blinked innocently, then opened her thin lips lightly, grinding her tender palm with her teeth like punishment.
Painful and itchy, Yu Lingxi withdrew her hand and gave him an annoyed look.
"Eat lychees, the palace rewards them."
There was no one else here, so Yu Lingxi pushed the lychee fruit plate on the stone table towards him, trying to stop his biting mouth.
It was only after pushing that Ning Yin realized that Ning Yin probably didn't have a good impression of the palace.
Fortunately, Ning Yin's expression was as usual, she picked up the handkerchief on the tray to wipe her hands before picking off a hanging green.
When she raised her hand, Yu Lingxi saw that apricot-white ribbon was still tied on his left arm, and she couldn't help being taken aback: "Why are you still wearing this ribbon? Give it back to me."
Ning Yin withdrew her hand, leaned on the pillar of the waterside pavilion, slowly peeled the lychees and said, "Miss wet my clothes yesterday, this streamer should be regarded as Miss's compensation."
After finishing speaking, his white and slender knuckles twisted the white lychee flesh, squeezed it intentionally or unintentionally, Fang opened his mouth and sucked it into his lips, rolled the tip of his tongue, overflowing with juice, and squinted his eyes due to the sweetness.
The breeze from Xiaochi was sparkling, and it couldn't blow away the heat on Yu Lingxi's cheeks.
She simply refused to look at Ning Yin, and asked angrily, "You came to see me, what's the matter?"
Ning Yin took out a brocade box from her bosom, placed it on the stone table in front of Yu Lingxi, nodded with her slender fingers stained with lychee water, and motioned for her to open it.
"What?" Yu Lingxi glanced at him curiously.
When I opened it, it turned out to be a writing brush with red plum patterns.
The carved lacquer pattern on the pen barrel is extremely complicated, but it is not as exquisite as a master carver, so it should be done by a novice.
Ning Yin put her hand behind her back, and the tip of her tongue rolled the lychee meat from one cheek to the other: "I accidentally broke Miss's pen before, as I said, I will pay for a better one."
"You did it?"
Yu Lingxi held back the smile at the corner of her mouth, resting her chin with one hand, while the delicate fingertips of the other hand lightly brushed over the pen, and twisted it.
The brush strokes are jet-black, very resilient, neither like a sheep's brush nor a wolf's brush, with an indescribably cold and silky smoothness.
"What hair is this pen made of?" Yu Lingxi asked curiously.
"Hair." Ning Yin said.
Yu Lingxi thought she had heard wrong.
"what?"
"My hair."
Ning Yin repeated it again, and said slowly, picking up the end of her beautiful eyes, "Miss, don't you like my hair? Cut off two inches long, pick out the thinnest and softest hair tip, and paste it to make the tip of the brush. night."
