Chapter 27： Wrap your fingers

A strand of hair fell from her shoulders, and Yu Lingxi maintained a bowed posture, with a bright lamp shadow outlined on her body.

She should pay this gift back.

Living in fear in her previous life, she once thought that Ning Yin's existence was more terrifying than evil spirits. But what is ironic is that after rebirth, conspiracy and calculations followed one after another, and the two years in the regent's mansion in the previous life were actually a rare "peace".

What is more terrifying than evil spirits is always the human heart.

Perhaps a real lunatic like Ning Yin in his previous life was far more magnanimous than a hypocrite.

Looking down through the gap in the sleeve robe, she could vaguely see the pair of deerskin boots standing in front of her, and there was no movement for a long time.

But Yu Lingxi could feel his cool gaze falling on her shoulders, probing and searching.

She waited quietly.

Until the white and strong knuckles rested on her bandaged palm, light and unresistable, and pressed down her hand with sleeves and brows.

"Miss is the master, I am the servant, why should you thank me?"

Ning Yin bent down a little, and the coldness and coldness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a little bit of incomprehensible interest.

Yu Lingxi didn't dare to say that the current Ning Yin is not much better than the prince. The obvious difference is that he has never hurt the Yu family.

For Yu Lingxi, this was enough.

"Trapped in the warehouse today, Zhao Xu originally prepared someone to catch the adulterer. You could have done nothing, but before my ugly face is exposed to everyone, your reputation will be ruined..."

Speaking of this matter, Yu Lingxi was a little embarrassed to speak, and her voice dropped.

But she looked into Ning Yin's eyes and insisted on finishing the sentence: "If I don't kill myself in public, I can only marry the man in the barn. But you didn't do that, you opened the barn and rescued me."

With Ning Yin's clever calculations, it is impossible not to know what it means to let her go.

As a prince in exile, he was bent on revenge, and it was impossible not to covet the power of the general's mansion.

But he still chooses to do so.

Yu Lingxi said lightly but firmly: "I must thank you for not allowing me to die of humiliation."

When talking about "death", she spoke very lightly, but inadvertently caused waves in Ning Yin's dead heart.

I thought I was a fool, but unexpectedly my heart is like a mirror.

Ning Yin laughed suddenly, and slowly narrowed her beautiful eyes, "Since Miss knows this, how can just thank you?"

He showed half-true and half-false greed, like a beast that was tired of dormant and was grinding its teeth.

Yu Lingxi didn't show any timidity at all, even the corners of her mouth curled up cleanly and softly, and asked, "Then Wei Qi, what do you want?"

With a smile, Ning Yin stopped talking.

He realized that Yu Lingxi was tricking him, so he didn't answer, but slowly straightened up, and said leisurely: "Actually, I've always been curious, why miss never ask me about my past?"

Ning Yin is a ruthless and vigilant person. Naturally, Yu Lingxi couldn't expose his identity rashly, so she thought about it and asked, "I asked, will you say it?"

Ning Yinpei looked at her, and asked with a half-smile, "You will die if you say it, Miss, is she still willing to listen?"

"Forget it."

Yu Lingxi accepted it as soon as it was good, without any trace of stalking, "It's not too late to talk about it when you want to."

Impossible to say.

Ning Yin chewed the words between his teeth, unless one of him and the Yu family would die.

The thick clouds parted, revealing a little shadow of the moon in the sky.

With their own concerns, Yu Lingxi broke the silence again: "But I'm curious, I saw that you are not bad today, why did you lose to those assassins in the fairy capital of the Desire Realm?"

Judging from his normal ability, it is unlikely that his legs will be broken.

The corners of Ning Yin's mouth twitched, and she asked, "Miss is doubtful, did I deliberately sell miserably?"

Yu Lingxi thought for a while, then shook her head: "No."

Ning Yin didn't know that she would appear there in advance, so it was unlikely that she would be acting. What's more, Ning Yin in her previous life literally broke her left leg.

Just when Yu Lingxi thought that Ning Yin would not speak, a voice without emotion came: "I was betrayed, I was injured in the Colosseum, and the knife was very poisonous."

The darkness that had been covered in dust for a long time seemed to have been pried open a thin crack. While the light shines in, it also allows her to see the shocking truth.

What kind of life did Ning Yin lead before?

"Miss, what kind of expression is this?" Ning Yin interrupted her thoughts leisurely.

"Uncomfortable look." Yu Lingxi raised her clear eyes, not hiding her emotions.

The mockery in Ning Yin's eyes subsided slightly, and she looked at her for a while without saying a word.

"I accept Miss's thanks."

After a long time, Ning Yin said calmly, "Now, miss, it's time to go back and rest."

The lights in the porch gradually dimmed, and it was indeed very late.

Yu Lingxi nodded and said, "Okay."

She turned around and took two steps, then stopped walking again when she remembered something.

"Wei Qi." Yu Lingxi called out.

Ning Yin said "En" in a calm manner.

"Your story is not over yet."

Standing under the dim light, she looked back and asked, "What happened to the little wolf and his mother?"

She was still thinking about the wolf country story he made up in the barn today.

Ning Yin stood where he was, the bamboo curtains in the porch to block the wind cast shadows between his brows and eyes, only a gleam of light passed through the gaps in the bamboo curtains, narrowly reflected in the bottom of his dark eyes.

He rubbed his fingertips, as if he was seriously thinking about this question.

"The little wolf's mother would probably stab her own heart with a dagger. Then, the little wolf will spend his whole life in loneliness and pain."

Ning Yin suppressed her laughter and asked back, "In the story, all mothers would do this, wouldn't they?"

For some reason, Yu Lingxi couldn't see the slightest smile in his eyes, only a cold sneer.

In his previous life, Ning Yin personally destroyed everything about him, without leaving a single word, including his mother, Concubine Li.

So, did Concubine Li suffer for her son and leave the hope of life to Ning Yin?

Yu Lingxi couldn't figure it out, and always felt that something was missing.

"No, it shouldn't end like this."

Yu Lingxi raised her quiet eyes, and said lightly and seriously, "Little Wolf will experience many things and meet many kind people. He will gradually become strong, intelligent, and invincible."

This is the ending she chose for the little wolf.

Tonight is your best chance to be open and honest.

There was no trace of gloom in Yu Lingxi's eyes. Looking at Ning Yin who was silent for a long time, Fang pursed her lips and said with a smile: "As I said, Yu Mansion is not a Colosseum, and we are not enemies. This sentence will always count."

The wind shakes off the residual red on the branches, falling gently to the ground.

Ning Yin thought it was ridiculous, who could Yu Lingxi represent?

But he couldn't laugh, reason told him that he should kill all existence that might shake him in time.

But at this moment, he was actually a little greedy for the phrase "forever".

Yu Lingxi returned to the room, not worried about Ning Yin's response.

No matter how cautious and ruthless he is, as long as the chip he throws is big enough and sincere, he has no reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, Yu Lingxi's eyes fainted with a relaxed smile.

Talking in the hallway tonight, she tried to test Ning Yin's past bottom line. It is already a great victory for him not to pinch the back of his neck and want to kill like in his previous life.

Haste makes waste.

…

In April, the fragrance is gone, and the greenery is getting stronger.

In a few days it will be the Buddha Bathing Festival, and Yu Lingxi spreads paper and ink on the table, preparing to copy scriptures to pray for blessings.

For some reason, I just feel that the weather is sultry and hot, and I feel a little restless.

As soon as he finished writing, he saw Yu Xinyi enter the door persistently with his sword, and said, "That **** Zhao Xu is dead."

The appearance of death was extremely miserable and terrifying.

Yu Lingxi moved her eyelashes slightly, and asked calmly, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, the corpse was lying in the ravine behind Fuyun Temple, and it was only discovered this morning. Could it be that he committed suicide in fear of crime?"

Yu Xinyi drank a cup of tea and murmured to himself, "But if you commit suicide in fear of crime, how can your bones be broken and your face changed beyond recognition?"

Yu Lingxi paused while holding the pen, and the tip of the pen blew a cloud of ink on the rice paper.

She remained calm, changed a piece of paper and said: "If he hadn't done all the evil things and had ghosts in his heart, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

"That's right, it's cheaper for him to die."

Yu Xinyi slapped the sword on the case table, "If it falls into my hands, life will be worse than death for him."

Just as he was talking, the wind from outside the window poured in, making the papers on the desk rattle.

Yu Xinyi glanced at her younger sister who had a flimsy skirt, and said slowly, "Today is gloomy and windy, why is Sui Sui dressed so thin?"

Then he ordered Hu Tao to fetch his coat, so as not to catch a cold.

"Sister, don't you think the weather is very hot these days?" Yu Lingxi looked at Yu Xinyi, who was dressed in three layers, with doubts in her eyes.

"Is it hot?"

Yu Xinyi raised his eyes to check the weather outside, he didn't think so.

When did my younger sister, who was always weak, become so greedy?

Yu Lingxi was forced by her elder sister to wear a long-sleeved dress, her cheeks were hot from the heat, she simply took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and went to the cool water pavilion to continue copying scriptures.

Because it took a long time to transcribe, she felt quiet again, so she simply dismissed all the maids who were standing by and let them go to rest.

Just after writing two pages, I heard light and steady footsteps behind me, and then shadows enveloped my head.

Yu Lingxi thought it was the servant girl who had left and returned, so she put down her pen and said, "There is no need to wait here, let's go down."

The people behind were silent.

After a while, a familiar and indifferent voice came, and said leisurely: "Miss's pen is very unique."

Looking back, Yu Lingxi saw Ning Yin with her hands behind her back, looking at her beautiful handwriting.

He probably just took a bath, and he didn't put all his hair up in a bun, but let half of his hair hang down from the back of his head, as loose and noble as he was in his previous life.

Yu Lingxi looked at him for a while, then turned her gaze back to the white jade zihao brush on the pen stand.

"It was presented by Xue Erlang."

Yu Lingxi didn't think too much, and said casually, "If you like it, I'll give you one later."

Ning Yin didn't say yes, nor did she say bad, but her smile deepened a little, showing a chill.

He bent down, his wrist-wrapped arm brushed past Yu Lingxi's ear, and picked up the paperweight next to her to smooth out the rice paper inch by inch.

When he bent over, a strand of hair behind his ear was blown off his shoulders, cold and soft, sweeping across Yu Lingxi's slender neck.

Ning Yin's hair is beautiful.

Different from his own paleness and hardness, his hair is black and soft, which is rare and beautiful among men.

"Miss' things, how dare I take away love with a knife."

The wind picked up, and I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the exquisitely carved white jade and purple brush rolled down the desk, fell to the ground, and broke in two.

Ning Yin twitched her eyes, glanced at the broken pen, and said softly: "My mistake, I will pay Miss a new one later."

He said "my fault" on his mouth, but the corners of his mouth were clearly raised, without a trace of reflection.

Yu Lingxi didn't feel sorry for the precious jade carving brush, but stared blankly at Ning Yin's hanging lock of hair. The neck brushed by the ends of the hair felt cold at first, and then became hot.

Ning Yin doesn't like incense, but Yu Lingxi seems to smell a tempting...

It's not a fragrance, I can't tell.

Yu Lingxi was stunned for a moment, her belly full of scriptures was completely forgotten, she reached out her hand out of nowhere, and did something she had always wanted to do in her previous life but was afraid to do it.

She took hold of Ning Yin's drooping lock of black hair, twirled it around her white and pink fingertips, and twirled it again.

Fang raised his eyes and smiled, "Wei Qi's hair is very beautiful."

The big hand that was stroking the paperweight for her froze slightly.