Chapter 50： blow blow

Yu Lingxi was awakened by the slight sound of running water.

Probably because the decoction last night has the effect of relieving pain and calming the nerves. When I open my eyes, instead of feeling uncomfortable, I feel refreshed.

It was already bright outside the window, beside the washstand, Ning Yin was topless, twisting a pure white cotton towel.

Clear cold water squeezed out from between his cold white and slender finger bones, making a pattering sound. As if his hands were stained with some filth, he turned his palms and scrubbed them carefully for a long time.

When exerting force, the tendons on the back of his hands and the muscles of his shoulders and arms also swelled appropriately, as if carved from the finest cold jade, his black hair was scattered, with a little misty dampness.

Yu Lingxi suddenly discovered that after more than half a year, Ning Yin's figure was no longer thin and youthful, but was as vigorous and strong as in her previous life, and every muscle was full of ready-to-go strength.

This is him, just came back from outside?

Just as she was thinking, Ning Yin had already wiped her hands, grabbed the clothes on the wooden stand and put them on.

Although it was still a snow-colored robe, it was slightly different from the one last night.

"Wei Qi."

Yu Lingxi sat up, her voice was hoarse after sleeping, softly, "Did you stay up all night? Where did you go?"

Ning Yin put on her belt unhurriedly, twisted a clean handkerchief again, twisted it with her soaked fingers, walked to the seat beside the couch and sat down, crossed her legs and said, "Go and order some." lantern."

Yu Lingxi was puzzled: "Light a lantern?"

"I've ordered more than 80 lamps, and they are beautiful."

Ning Yin smiled lowly, and put a wet handkerchief over Yu Lingxi's sleepy face.

With his sight blocked, Yu Lingxi thought of those "sky lanterns" and "beauty lanterns" in his previous life, and recalled the way he wiped his body with evil spirit just now, and probably guessed what he did last night.

Yu Lingxi didn't ask too much, just took off the wet veil on her face, and wiped her cheek obediently.

Seeing that Ning Yin was looking at her all the time, she thought for a while, and then smiled slightly: "If you like lights, on the night of Qixi Festival, we can go and put out prayer lights."

Ning Yin raised the tails of her eyes slightly.

He knew that Yu Lingxi had guessed it, and he thought that he would see disgust or disappointment on her face, but unexpectedly, what he waited for was such a harmless sentence.

She didn't hesitate to use her best kindness to defuse her hostility, so Ning Yin also went down the stairs, her knuckles tapping on the armrest of the chair gradually eased.

Yu Lingxi only had one hand to use, and she wiped her face slowly and meticulously. The pure white cotton cloth wiped her cheeks as white as snow little by little, along her chin to her beautiful collarbone, and then stopped.

Ning Yin's fingertips pointing to the armrest of the seat slowed down, and her gaze also stopped.

"It's finished." She carefully folded the handkerchief and placed it beside the couch.

Ning Yin looked at her for a while, then leaned over to pick up the small medicine jar that had been sitting on the desk for a long time, "Miss, it's time to change the medicine."

Yu Lingxi stretched out her hand to pick it up, but Ning Yin withdrew her hand and slowly turned the medicine pot in her hand.

Yu Lingxi saw that he hadn't moved for a while, then looked at the tricky wound on her upper arm, and understood what he meant.

It took her a moment to convince herself, and said softly: "Then I will trouble you."

She opened the tie, paused, and continued to take off the tulle jacket on the left side to the elbow, revealing a shoulder and arm as white as snow, and the neatly embroidered apricot-pink myrobalan.

Because the skin is fair and delicate, the wound on the arm looks more and more distressing.

Ning Yin untied the knot of the bandage, and her voice became hoarse: "Be patient."

The blood scabs and bandages were stuck together, and it was a bit painful to remove.

Yu Lingxi bent her legs and rested her chin on her knees, frowning in pain and holding her breath.

After cleaning the wound, Ning Yin picked up some ointment with her fingers, and dabbed it on her wound finely: "This medicine can remove scars and promote muscle growth, and won't leave young lady with scars."

The ointment stings, Yu Lingxi's whole body tenses up, her collarbone has a beautiful and stubborn curvature, she bites her lip and doesn't say a word.

Ning Yin glanced at her pitiful face with trembling eyelashes, moved her lips together, and gently blew on her red, swollen and scabbed wound.

The warm air flowed past, causing Yu Lingxi to tremble suddenly.

Ning Yin raised her eyes, and her jet-black hair fell from behind her ears, scratching Yu Lingxi's fingers propped on the edge of the couch.

"Pain?" he asked.

Yu Lingxi endured the sensitive trembling, shook her head and said softly, "Itches."

Ning Yin seemed to have discovered an interesting secret, and laughed softly.

The exhaled air brushed over her wound, soothing the burning pain like a feather.

"Do not laugh."

Yu Lingxi tightened her grip on the quilt, feeling that he was teasing her like he was teasing a cat, so she couldn't help saying weakly, "Don't you ever get ticklish?"

It was only later that she realized that Ning Yin was indeed not afraid of itchiness, not even pain.

She was feeling annoyed, but she heard Ning Yin say: "There are also times when you get ticklish."

Yu Lingxi was so surprised that she even forgot the pain, and turned her head to look at him quickly.

"Where?" she asked suspiciously.

Obviously, in two lifetimes, she didn't know that Ning Yin had the weakness of being ticklish.

Ning Yin raised her eyes and looked back at her eyelashes that were dyed with ink lines, and then slowly **** the bandages, then raised her knuckles smelling of medicine, and tapped the corners of her eyes lightly.

Seeing her hook-like eyes made my heart itch.

Yu Lingxi closed her eyes, feeling that his fingertips were about to leave, and opened them again.

He raised his hand in a daze, and touched the end of his eyes that he had touched.

He hesitated for a while: what does it mean to touch your eyes...?

…

Guangzhaimen, Shadow Guard.

Ning Tan, who arrived in a hurry, looked at the white cloth covering the corpse, and the shock in his eyes gradually turned into horror.

This kind of panic does not only come from death itself, but a panic of seeing the power of others over one's own head. A prince without the power of his confidant is just an empty shell puppet, which will fall if pushed.

Moreover, he is no longer the only prince in the David Dynasty.

Ning Tan took a step back, stepped on the slippery blood, staggered and grabbed Cui An's skirt.

"Who did it? What should I do?"

His eyes were red, powerless and defeated, "Aren't you the smartest, Cui An? You go and rescue the murderer for me, immediately! Cut to pieces!"

Cui An let him grab his collar and remained motionless.

Ning Tan roared to himself for a while, and then understood in the endless silence: his shadow guards are dead, and no one will really be loyal to him.

Cui An is a member of the queen mother, and the Xue family is loyal to Donggong Zhengtong, not him Ning Tan.

Ning Tan let go of his hand in a daze, the wings were cut off bit by bit, and he could do nothing but howl.

Cui An frowned and stroked the skirt of his clothes, and said slowly: "Your Majesty asked His Highness to retreat to the East Palace to avoid the limelight for a while."

Empress... By the way, he also has an empress.

There is no mother who does not love her children, and she will definitely secure the position of the crown prince for herself.

Ning Tan got on the chariot in a daze, and hurried towards Kunning Palace.

In the side hall, the queen is closing her eyes to nourish her heart.

Hearing the prince entering the palace to greet him, she said without raising her eyes: "Didn't the prince stay in the East Palace?"

"Mother, please help your son!"

Ning Tan knelt down in panic, tugging at the Queen's sleeves like when he was a child, crying until his nose was tearing up.

"I already know the news about the Shadow Guard Office. As the crown prince, you have committed a taboo by raising private soldiers. The plan for now is to clean up the affairs of the future, and don't leave anything behind."

The queen closed her eyes and said calmly, "Go back, there is no need to come to say hello recently."

"The queen mother, the minister is the crown prince, not a prisoner. What is the difference between living in the East Palace and deposing the crown prince?"

Ning Tan was unwilling, and he couldn't choose what to say when he was excited, "Even if there are so many rumors that you are not my biological mother and provoke our mother-child relationship, I have never believed it... Even if the whole world does not help my son, you can't Just sit idly by."

The Queen paused while turning the beads, and opened her eyes.

The empty eyes turned to the prince, and he called out, "Cui An."

Cui An understood, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of the sobbing Ning Tan.

Before Ning Tan could react, he saw a slap slapped heavily on his face, knocking him out of his head.

Ning Tan couldn't believe that this **** beat him.

He was like a toddler who lost his toy, he couldn't wait to cry to his mother, but in return he was slapped mercilessly.

"The prince made a slip of the tongue." The queen looked at him and said calmly.

The way she looked at her son was always flat and cold, as if she was no different from a maidservant. Even if she slaps her mouth to teach, she is unwilling to do it herself.

Ning Tan covered his face, still stiff.

Something dark was awakened, and it grew wildly in his heart.

The empress... is it really his biological empress?

…

Yu Lingxi had had breakfast and felt that the wound was less painful, so she tried to walk around.

The brothel is the busiest at night, but it is very quiet during the day, just after 10 o'clock, I only heard a few pipa tunes coming from the private room upstairs.

Opening the door and going out, I saw Ning Yin wearing light clothes sitting on the railing in the tea pavilion at the end of the corridor, looking sideways out the window, looking at something with great interest.

There were two people standing beside him, one had a burn scar on his face. Yu Lingxi knew him. He was the drug dealer in the black market in the fairy capital of the Desire Realm. Ning Yin should have found her to detoxify her.

The other was a tall and silent man, carrying a half-human heavy sword, standing silently in the shadows.

Seeing Yu Lingxi approaching, the two of them bowed slightly to her and left.

"What are you looking at?"

Yu Lingxi walked over lightly, without asking why there were so many strange people around Ning Yin.

Ning Yin casually nodded to the end of the case table, motioning for Yu Lingxi to sit down.

Yu Lingxi sat down as she said, and followed his line of sight to look down, only to see a flower girl and her benefactor embracing each other in the courtyard, bidding farewell.

That Hua Niang was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face and loose hair on the temples, but her benefactor was a poor scholar in a half-worn Confucian uniform.

The scholar hurriedly put on his clothes and tied his belt, and said, "Yingniang, this time the money is also on credit first..."

"Don't you know what I mean? Saying this is to underestimate me!"

Hua Niang stared at him, bit her lip and pushed him, "Let's go, don't let Mr. Gui find out!"

The scholar took out a section of tied hair from his bosom, handed it to Hua Niang, and then slipped away through the back door.

Holding the strand of hair in her hands, Hua Niang stood in the courtyard for a long time before reluctantly going back to her room.

Yu Lingxi looked away, and saw Ning Yin clinging to the cup and sneered: "Is it ridiculous or not to voluntarily engage in a loss-making business?"

Yu Lingxi raised the corners of her mouth and thought about it: "What's so ridiculous? Before the flower girl and the benefactor are not tempted, they naturally get what they need, but after liking someone, it is no longer a business. Change your heart for your heart.”

Thinking of Hua Niang's infatuation, she couldn't help sighing softly: "Perhaps when it comes to feelings, you don't care about gains and losses."

Ning Yin looked up at her.

After watching for a long time, Fang repeated lightly: "If you like someone, is it no longer a business?"

Yu Lingxi looked back at him and nodded.

Isn't that so? This sentence is correct.

"I stayed in Miss's mansion to get what I needed. But yesterday's attempt to destroy the assassins was a loss-making business, and it was of no benefit to me..."

Ning Yin shook the teacup, thoughtfully said: "Miss, what do I think?"

A ray of morning light spilled in from outside the window, fell on his rippling cup, refracted in his eyes

As a result, those black eyes also glowed with amber-gold luster, staring at the soul, tempting to sink.

Yu Lingxi's heart skipped a beat.

Any idea flashed by, and before it was too late to catch it, it became clear without a trace.

She thought: At least it can prove that the Yu family occupies a very important position in Ning Yin's heart, even more important than other bargaining chips in his hand...

The purpose of taking Ning Yin in at the beginning has been achieved.

But just now, what was she expecting?

"I do not know."

She had a frank face, her clean eyes filled with the warm sun by the window, and said lightly and seriously, "But Your Highness can tell me the answer."

The clouds are idle, and the shadows of the trees are whirling.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"Miss has always had a delicate mind, why is she much duller today?"

Ning Yin was a little displeased, and blamed her for being a bystander, but being a fool for the authorities.

Yu Lingxi didn't hear the answer and lowered her eyelashes.

Ning Yin put down the cup and asked lightly, "Is there anything else?"

Only then did Yu Lingxi remember her purpose of coming to find him, and couldn't help suppressing the ripples in her heart.

"I want to go home."

Yu Lingxi said, "I've been out all night, my parents, brothers and sisters at home will be worried."

Ning Yin casually turned the cup on the desk, twisted and loosened her slender knuckles, and Yu Lingxi's heart followed the cup.

It wasn't until a slight anxiety appeared in her beautiful eyes that Ning Yin moved the corners of her mouth and said mercifully, "Wait another half an hour."

Yu Lingxi was puzzled: "Why?"

Ning Yin looked at the gray falcon on the opposite roof, and said in a cold voice, "There are too many miscellaneous fish near Yu's mansion, so it needs to be cleaned up."

At Sishi, Ning Yin really drove the car himself and brought Yu Lingxi back to the mansion.

When the guards outside the door saw Yu Lingxi, they rushed back to report.

After a while, Yu Xinyi supported Mrs. Yu, Yu Huanchen led Su Wan, and the whole family came out in a crowd, asking questions around Yu Lingxi.

"Sui Sui!" Su Wan rushed over and cried all night, her eyes were swollen.

Madam Yu also held Yao Nu's hand, choked up and said, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

Yu Huanchen stood in front of the steps, frowning at the young man standing beside the car with his hands behind his back.

The eyes of the two met, it was a temptation, and it was also a confrontation.

"Brother, thanks to Wei Qi this time."

Yu Lingxi moved away without a trace, blocking Yu Huanchen's excessive sight, and said with a smile, "If he hadn't rushed me to find a good doctor to treat the injury, I don't know what would have happened."

The whole family looked towards Ning Yin, only Yu Huanchen looked complicated.

"Brother."

Yu Lingxi tugged at his sleeve, pleading in her eyes, "What can we talk about when we go back?"

Yu Huanchen glanced at his sister, then sighed.

He cupped his fists towards Ning Yinyao and saluted, and after expressing his gratitude, Fang led his family into the gate of the mansion.

Yu Lingxi took two steps towards the mansion, then turned around and looked in Ning Yin's direction.

The Zhumen slowly closed, and the carriage was empty, without Ning Yin's figure.

Yu Huanchen stopped in his tracks and told Qing Xiao, "Go get the imperial physician over."

"Yes."

Qing Xiao was also injured, with a bandage on his arm, Chi asked, "Major General, Wei Qi should continue..."

Yu Huanchen looked at Yaomei who was comforting Su Wan in a gentle voice, and felt that one head was two big.

"There's no need to check."

He snorted softly, no matter how stupid he was, he should have guessed it.

…

After entering the closet, Ning Yin opened the drawer and put the sandalwood box she found inside.

The fingertips slowly ran over the cool and delicate black jade, and a very faint smile appeared in his eyes.

What kind of pattern would you like to carve?

Ning Yin tapped her knuckles, thinking slowly.