Chapter 90： Reserve

With the streamer covering her eyes, Yu Lingxi's eyes were a blur of white, and all her senses were infinitely magnified.

"what's wrong?"

The red lips parted slightly, and she groped to touch Ning Yin's cheek.

His face was still a little cold, but his lips were dyed with heat, and he lightly pecked at her moist eyelashes through the streamer.

"Enough, enough, where do you get so much energy?"

Yu Lingxi pressed his hand that was rolling down, and said softly.

No matter what he said, he finally pushed Ning Yin back on the couch.

Before she could catch her breath, her waist tightened, and she was pulled into the firm arms.

Then the streamer in front of her eyes loosened, and the light poured in. Yu Lingxi opened her eyelashes slightly uncomfortably, and focused her gaze.

Yu Lingxi was in a daze, and couldn't help thinking that when she was in the secret room under the Jinyun Temple last year, what Ning Yin saw when she opened her eyes after the streamer was untied, was it as dazzling as what she saw now?

"Is it so beautiful?"

Ning Yin made a very faint smile, and stretched out his fingers to press the end of her eyes.

After tossing around, the chill all over his body dissipated a lot.

"nice."

Yu Lingxi nodded honestly, with a smile at the end of her eyes, "Two lifetimes are not enough."

"If you live a long life, you start to think about your next life."

Ning Yin put on an understatement, but the light red marks on his chest seemed to betray his excitement at the moment.

"I've been busy all night, let's sleep."

Yu Lingxi touched the dark color under his eyelids with her fingertips, then picked up the apricot-white streamer beside the pillow, and gently placed it in front of Ning Yin's eyes, "I'll be with you."

Under the streamer, his eyelashes moved, and finally compromised, closing his eyes very slowly.

When his breathing took a long time, Yu Lingxi adjusted her posture carefully, and looked up at his peaceful sleeping face.

The gentle streamer covered his indifferent eyes with a strong sense of oppression, his nose was straight and his lips were thin, and his whole person showed a kind of quiet and harmless obedience.

Yu Lingxi raised the corner of her mouth.

"Rest." The little lunatic.

…

Ning Yin did not sleep for long.

When Yu Lingxi woke up from a nap, he was already energetic and giving orders to the people under his command. He was defiantly powerful, and he didn't look tired at all.

Watching the coming and going of messengers, Yu Lingxi calculated the time and probably guessed what happened in the palace.

Sure enough, just after dinner at night, he heard the death bell ringing in the palace, and mourning resounded through the imperial city.

The old emperor died.

He died on the dragon bed in Changyang Palace in an indescribably embarrassing way.

A restless night.

The emperor died suddenly and did not establish a reserve, and the court was in chaos.

When people from the palace came to report the national funeral one after another, Ning Yin's perfect and cold face was not touched at all.

"Death will not pick a day."

Probably dissatisfied with the emperor's premature death date, Ning Yin said in a light voice with a little disgust, "It's just ruined the wedding ceremony of the king."

The palace servant kneeling in front of the steps lowered his body even lower, no one dared to question his rebellious words.

Back in the dormitory, Yu Lingxi had already taken off her newly-married crimson robe and put on a plain white skirt. Her bun was tied loosely with the bloodshot white jade hairpin that Ning Yin gave her, and her face was facing the sky without a natural beauty.

Ning Yin sat behind the dressing table and looked at her, couldn't help stretching out her fingers, and lightly hooked the plain silk around her waist.

"White is too glaring, Sui Sui suits Xian Yan's makeup."

Ning Yin exerted a little force on his hand, and Yu Lingxi fell into his arms.

She knew Ning Yin's hatred for the old emperor, that was the enemy he wanted to take revenge on despite the reputation of killing his father and king.

Concubine Li treated Ning Yin badly, but Yu Lingxi had never heard Ning Yin express any hatred for her biological mother, only cold and indifferent.

Because he knew that the man on the dragon chair was the root of all evil.

But when the emperor is about to mourn, Yu Lingxi always wears all white to make a show.

It's not that he is stupidly loyal to the emperor, but that he is afraid that Ning Yin's perverse behavior will cause trouble to Ning Yin. After all, when the emperor collapsed without a crown prince, it was a time of turmoil.

"When will you enter the palace?" Yu Lingxi asked softly, resting her forehead on Ning Yin's shoulder.

"Changyang Palace is too dirty, wait until he enters the coffin."

Ning Yin stroked her cold hair, and said casually, "Last night, the old emperor wanted to dress up and wear an edict, but unfortunately I ruined it... Heh, you should really look at his expression at that time, he was so angry that his eyes were about to bleed. "

Ning Yin in her previous life was crazier and more brilliant than the current Ning Yin, so Yu Lingxi was not surprised.

The emperor deserved it for how many stupid things he did in the name of the British lord.

She gave a soft "hmm" and asked, "Without a will, what is your husband's next step?"

She seldom calls "husband" on her own initiative, but occasionally, the ending sound is provocative like a hook.

Ning Yin's hand stroking her hair slowed down.

After a while, he pinched the back of Yu Lingxi's delicate neck and motioned her to turn her face away.

"Let Sui Sui be the emperor, okay?"

He smiled and asked, his eyes were crazy but gentle, "As long as Sui Sui thinks, I can do it."

The language is not amazing and endless.

Yu Lingxi was shocked. She was such a person with no ambitions, but she was placed with such high hopes by the little lunatic.

She even wondered if Ning Yin said the wrong name, or if she was joking.

But soon, she saw that Ning Yin was not joking.

I remember that in the Yu Mansion before marriage, after Ning Yin wrote a love poem on her waist, he asked her without changing his face: "Want to be the emperor?"

Yu Lingxi felt that there was something wrong with this sentence at the time, and thought he was asking "Do you want me to be the emperor?"

...Looking at it now, Ning Yin did not ask wrong at all!

Absurd, unbelievable.

But daring to risk the disgrace of the world is indeed something that a little lunatic dares to do.

"How stupid?"

Ning Yin pinched Yu Lingxi's jaw and shook it, and said with a smile, "Looking in a daze, this king wants to take a bite."

In fact, he did.

The cheeks were gently held by the teeth, and her snort with a smirk brushed against her ears, Yu Lingxi finally came back to her senses.

"You're really scaring me to death."

A very shallow bite mark soon appeared on Yu Lingxi's fair cheek, like a faint peach blossom reflected on the icy skin, even when she was annoyed, she was extremely beautiful.

She held Ning Yin's thin and handsome cheeks, stared at the madness in his eyes, and said seriously, "I never thought of being an emperor, and I'm not suitable either. You can't talk like that."

Yu Lingxi was not born to manipulate power and enjoy life and death, all she wanted was to grow old together and enjoy the joy of relatives and friends.

What's more, letting a woman without royal blood ascend to the throne of God is tantamount to going against the law. The sea of ​​corpses and blood everywhere will either bury the world, or it will eat her and Ning Yin back.

Ning Yin looked at her for a moment, then nodded and said, "You can change to Yu Huanchen or General Yu."

"Father and brother don't want to either!"

Yu Lingxi couldn't help rubbing Ning Yin's cheeks, she really didn't know what shocking things were in this head.

Ning Yin's skin was tight and her cheeks were slightly thin. Yu Lingxi rubbed it unsatisfactorily, so she said angrily, "My family has no intention of seeking power and usurping the throne. My husband should seriously consider who should be elected after the funeral."

Having said that, Yu Lingxi basically had a bottom line in her mind.

If Ning Yin wants to follow the old path of the previous life, it must be the little prince who takes the throne.

The young child can't speak yet, and he can't even sit on the dragon chair, so he is the most suitable for control. Only in this way, those open and dark arrows in the previous life will be difficult to eliminate after all, and the position of the regent will not be easy.

As the little prince got older and the courtiers changed, no one could predict what would happen ten years later.

Unless another adult virtuous county king is selected from the clan, Ning Yin can spend the rest of his life with her in peace and stability after finishing what he wants to do.

or...

Yu Lingxi raised her eyes and looked at Ning Yin's face carefully.

Ning Yin generously let her look at her, and bit her fingertips: "What do you want to say?"

Yu Lingxi swallowed her throat, tentatively, and asked the long-standing doubt in her heart: "Ning Yin, have you never thought about becoming the emperor yourself?"

Her voice was very soft, her eyes were clean and soft, without any shadow.

It's different from those of his staff and attendants, and even different from Yu Yuan who also asked this question.

Ning Yin knew that more and more people under his command followed him wholeheartedly, not because of loyalty, but because of awe of him and profit.

There are many people who want him to ascend the throne so that chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven, but he is unsatisfactory.

"Sui Sui, I am different from you."

Ning Yin looked back at her very calmly, with a slight arc, "I am not a person full of emotions. Today there will be a famine here, and tomorrow there will be death, it can't arouse the slightest pity in my heart. Are you sure you want me to be like this..."

He paused, lazily came up with a suitable phrase: "...monster, to be the emperor?"

"You are my husband, not a monster."

Yu Lingxi's expression became more dignified, but her voice was as gentle as ever, "You just can't love the world like you love me."

Ning Yin's eyes moved slightly.

It's strange that such a cold heart will inadvertently soften when faced with her comfort.

"Yeah, a little clean conscience like a fingernail, I've given it to Sui Sui."

A little smile fainted in his lacquered eyes, "I am so afraid of chaos in the world, but I feel more comfortable being a bad person. I really don't have the patience to protect the country."

There was only one person he wanted to protect from beginning to end.

Sui Sui looked down on the throne, so it didn't matter whether it was Yu Huanchen or the little prince, anyone could be the puppet emperor.

Just don't get in his way.

"Your Highness."

The figure of the personal guard cast on the door leaf, and said, "Everything you ordered is ready."

Only then did Ning Yin let go of Yu Lingxi, and said leisurely, "It's a pity that I can't sleep with Suisui tonight."

"What's the pity? What I owed at night has already been paid in advance during the day."

Yu Lingxi muttered softly, and then suddenly realized, "You wouldn't have expected this, so I'd rather not sleep during the day than..."

Ning Yin suddenly laughed lowly, her eyes full of mischief.

"good."

He scratched her beautiful eyelashes with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "If you can't sleep, just ring the bell yourself."

The copper tongues of the golden bells have already been installed, shake one of them within a range of thirty feet, and the other will also buzz and resonate.

Just as Yu Lingxi was about to say goodbye to Wen Cun, she stopped her mouth for an instant, gave him an annoyed look helplessly, and ran away amidst his pleasant and deep laughter.

When Yu Lingxi came back from the bath, Ning Yin really left.

The huge dormitory seemed to become empty all of a sudden.

Sitting in front of the mirror stand, Yu Lingxi carefully recalled whether any major events happened when the previous emperor died.

However, at that time, she was trapped in the backyard of the Zhao Mansion, and the news was blocked. Even if there was any dispute over the establishment of the crown prince, it would not reach her ears.

After Ning Yin became the regent, except for the infamy of "killing brothers and fathers", other details were lost in the years and kept secret.

However, the new emperor's ascension to the throne will have to wait until after the late emperor's funeral, which is still early.

Thinking of this, Yu Lingxi relaxed a little.

Her thoughts drifted away for a moment, and her gaze landed on the low cabinet next to the couch in a strange way.

After hesitating for a while, she finally didn't hold back her curiosity, walked over and quietly opened the upper drawer.

The red string had been scattered, leaving only one golden bell lying alone in the brocade box, and the other had disappeared.

Who took it?

"Little lunatic." Yu Lingxi picked up the bell on her chin and shook it.

There was a dumb and numb tremor, and a smile appeared in her eyes, and she loosened the length of the red rope, then hung the bell around her neck and hid it in the skirt of her clothes.

After all, this thing is not serious, but it can't be seen.

On the second day, they will enter the palace to guard the spirit.

As soon as it was dawn, maidservants came in one after another to serve Yu Lingxi to wash and undress.

Because it is not allowed to dress up brightly during the funeral, the cumbersome steps of eyebrow painting and powder application were omitted. Only the white jade hairpin given by Zhi Ningyin was inserted obliquely into the plain hair, and it was ready in less than two quarters of an hour.

Sitting on the soft sedan chair in the palace, Yu Lingxi touched the golden bell hidden in the plain white skirt.

According to the etiquette system, the princes and grandchildren, the county king and others guarded the spirit in the Fengxian Hall, while the princess and concubines knelt and waited outside the Fengxian Gate.

Yu Lingxi did the math, and the distance from Fengxianmen to Ning Yin was about ten zhang. As long as Ning Yin moves, she will definitely notice it.

When the sedan chair stopped in front of the palace gate, it could no longer move forward. All the servants and maidservants of the palace will stay outside the palace gate.

The ones who came to greet Yu Lingxi were a strange little **** and a somewhat familiar court lady.

Yu Lingxi remembered that this round-faced little court lady was on errand in Prince Jing's Mansion, and she was among the people who packed her clothes after Tangchi.

"My lord, I will guide you to Fengxianmen." The little **** said respectfully.

Yu Lingxi nodded, "Thank you."

She followed the two of them for about a cup of tea, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

She has a good memory, and she visited the palace just the day before yesterday, and the location of the palace is roughly clear.

Seeing Yu Lingxi stop, the little maid was a little nervous, and asked softly, "My lady, what's wrong?"

Yu Lingxi glanced at the end of the palace road, her face was calm.

This is not the direction to go to Fengxianmen.