After the luncheon, the wives of each family sat together to chat with Princess Deyang to reminisce about the old days.

It is inevitable for adults to talk about important matters, and the younger generation should avoid it. Yu Lingxi went to the peony garden with the noble ladies from various prefectures, chatting and admiring the flowers.

When that treacherous dizziness surged up, Yu Lingxi's heart skipped a beat.

Sensing that something was wrong, her first reaction was to find Mrs. Yu, but after only two steps, her body was so weak that she could hardly support the railing of the veranda.

"Hey, what's the matter, Miss Yu?"

There was an exclamation from the side, and someone supported her limp body.

"Perhaps he was too drunk."

"Help her to the side hall to have a rest for a while, the banquet will be over later."

The field of vision was dizzy, blurred faces surrounded her, and someone helped her to walk towards the side hall of the west corner gate.

You can't go to the side hall, you can't leave the crowd.

Yu Lingxi opened her lips, wanting the supporter to take her to see Mrs. Yu, but all her organs seemed to be paralyzed and unable to move, and she couldn't make a sound at all.

She couldn't speak, and her hands and feet were limp. Yu Lingxi was not stupid, and knew that she was probably being plotted against.

She tried her best to maintain the last ray of weak consciousness, thinking about what went wrong.

At the banquet, she and A Niang were seated together, they both ate the same dishes, but A Niang did not feel any discomfort, which meant that the problem did not lie in the dishes.

Besides, it was the tea that Xue Cen made for her.

At that time, she felt the tea's fragrance was familiar, and hesitated in her heart. She sniffed the teacup for a long time but did not drink it.

Xue Cen thought that she thought the tea was too weak, but also knew that she loved spicy food, so she thoughtfully replaced it with a new strong tea, took the paprika plum from her desk, and put two pieces in her teacup. .

Then, after Princess Deyang came, everyone toasted and celebrated her birthday.

Because of the cloud of royal marriage, Yu Lingxi couldn't be more careful. The wine cups were brought up by the servants of the Princess Mansion, and everyone has them. Yu Lingxi also took a symbolic sip when celebrating her birthday...

Could it be that something went wrong here?

The hustle and bustle of the crowd is going away, replaced by a strange quietness.

Yu Lingxi bit her lip, it was useless to think about it now.

The important thing is that the man dared to attack her in the eldest princess's mansion, what exactly did he want to do?

After entering an elegant and quiet dormitory, Yu Lingxi was placed on a soft and fragrant couch, and someone even covered her with a brocade quilt meticulously, before she gently closed the door and went out.

A moment later, there was a very soft sound of opening the door, and a familiar figure walked in with a halo.

Then the strenuous consciousness broke, and her eyes went dark, and she lost consciousness completely.

A pair of embroidered shoes stopped in front of her couch.

Zhao Yuming was wearing a plain veil, and her eyes exposed outside the veil were timid and soft. It took a lot of care to see the jealousy and resentment in her eyes.

She squeezed her sleeves tightly, went to the guest couch next to Yu Lingxi and lay down.

Taking a deep breath, pretending to be dizzy, he called out, "Come here."

A maid came in through the door, and Fuli said, "Miss Zhao, what are your orders?"

"My old illness has relapsed, and I'm really dizzy and weak. I'm afraid I'll disappoint His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess, so I won't say goodbye."

Zhao Yuming said weakly, "Please call someone over again, quietly help me to go outside the west corner gate, and ask my brother to send me back home to take medicine and rest."

"Okay, please wait, Miss Zhao." Seeing that she looked really uncomfortable and powerless, the palace maid hurriedly withdrew to call for help.

As soon as the people left, Zhao Yuming slid down to the couch, quickly hugged Yu Lingxi to her couch, took off her veil to cover Yu Lingxi's face, and took off the hair ornaments on her bun that could identify her one by one .

Yu Lingxi was also wearing an extremely light and soft smoked gauze drape, which was a style that Zhao Yuming had been fascinated with for a long time but couldn't afford.

She also pulled off the shawl and replaced it with her old purple silk shawl.

The clothes and figures of the two are very similar, only covering Yu Lingxi's naturally beautiful face, and the hair accessories are slightly adjusted, so strangers can hardly see the difference.

The sound of footsteps came from outside, Zhao Yuming panicked, and quickly got into the couch inside, disguised as Yu Lingxi and lay down facing the wall.

The palace maid only saw Zhao Yuming and Yu Lingxi once, and she didn't notice anything unusual. She vaguely remembered that the one with a veil lying outside was Miss Zhao, and the beautiful girl without a veil was the second young lady Yu.

So without thinking too much, she took Yu Lingxi outside as Zhao Yuming and helped her away.

Hearing their footsteps going away, Zhao Yuming dared to open his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Next, it's up to Zhao Xu.

This plan was proposed by Zhao Xu. She didn't know how Zhao Xu would interfere with Huang Yu Lingxi's and Xue Cen's marriage. Anyway...it had nothing to do with her.

Zhao Yuming curled up on the couch with her back to the door, biting her fingers and thinking: It was the maid who admitted the wrong person, and she just told a little harmless lie.

Who told Yu Lingxi to be better than her and stronger than her in every way.

Who told Xue Erlang, the only one in the eyes of Lang Feng Jiyue, to see her?

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly saw a shadow behind her, and someone tiptoed towards her.

Just after Zhao Yuming finished her sin, she turned her head suddenly, but saw a piece of cotton cloth covering her mouth and nose, stifling her exclamation in her throat.

Zhao Yuming stared wide-eyed at the two young eunuchs in front of him, and made two whimpers with wide-eyed eyes. Soon, her violent struggle slowly stopped, she closed her eyes unwilling to be frightened, and her head limply turned to the side.

A moment before her consciousness dissipated, she heard the faint voice of one of the eunuchs: "This is Miss Yu Er, right? Don't make a mistake."

"It's not wrong. We've been following for so long just now, and only two girls have entered the side hall."

Another thin voice replied, "Miss Zhao is unwell and has been sent out of the house. Then, who else can stay here except the second daughter of the Yu family?"

"Tsk": "This face is quite similar to the portrait, it can't be wrong. She is a beauty, no wonder His Royal Highness wants to taste her like a madman..."

Yu... the second girl?

Zhao Yuming really wanted to scream and tell them that they recognized the wrong person.

She endured the humiliation for so long, not to be Yu Lingxi's scapegoat! She has someone in her heart, she would rather die than be defiled by another man!

But before he could make a sound, he completely lost consciousness.

Only a tear came out of the corner of her eye, I don't know if it was regret or hatred.

"Stop rambling! Send it to His Highness the Crown Prince while there is no one else."

Wrap the woman in a brocade quilt and carry her out through the back door.

…

In the backyard of the corner gate, Ning Yin walked out of the cave in the rockery wearing the ocher clothes of a servant.

In the shadow of the cave, a young **** who had been stripped of his clothes was leaning on the stone wall, already passed out.

With a blank expression on his face, Ning Yin kicked his foot inward, then picked up the melon and fruit plate on the ground, and mixed into the passing team of servants.

At the corner door, two maidservants helped a woman wearing a veil into Zhao's carriage. When Ning Yin passed by the door, she happened to catch a glimpse of a skirt stuffed into the carriage and a little delicate toe.

The lotus root silk embroidered shoes look a little familiar, and they don't look like the styles that the women of the Zhao family can afford.

Zhao Xu limped on one leg, looked around vigilantly, then Fang jumped into the carriage and left quickly.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, Ning Yin continued to walk inside without distinguishing between happiness and anger.

There is only one secluded place in the mansion of Princess Deyang that no one can go to, which is the quiet room behind the Buddhist hall.

A living person can't be transported out of the mansion without being concealed from the imperial army. With Ning Tan's temperament of a brain, if he really wants to do something shady, he must choose that quiet room.

On the shaded stone road in front of the Buddhist hall, I saw two eunuchs sneakily carrying a bag of humanoid objects.

Ning Yin hid behind the doorway, looking at the woman's bun exposed under the brocade quilt, her gaze was cold.

He picked up a stone on the tip of his toe, held it in his hand, and flicked it with his fingers.

The **** in the back suffered severe pain in his ankle, and immediately fell to the ground with an "ouch".

The brocade was scattered, and a woman in a begonia dress rolled out, facing upwards.

The moment she saw the woman's eyebrows, the murderous intent in Ning Yin's eyes froze.

That's not Yu Lingxi.

"Be careful."

Another **** hurriedly dragged the woman back into the quilt, and shouted, "His Royal Highness is the most picky about women, if you break it, it will be over!"

The two lifted up the bag of figures again, and sneaked into the back clean room of the Buddhist hall.

Tsk, misidentified the person?

Ning Yin leaned against the wall, slowly turning the blade between her fingers that she almost shot.

Where is the real Yu Lingxi? Could it be that she hid him?

Suddenly, the picture outside the corner door just now flashed in his mind, and Ning Yin raised his eyes suddenly.

The playfulness in the eyes gradually settled, turning into a wanton cruel darkness.

He turned around and walked quickly towards the corner door, disturbing Basho's lion cat sunbathing.

There is a precious golden bell on the lion cat's neck, and it looks like the lost pet of a noble lady who came to the banquet.

Ning Yin stopped, and an interesting plan was brewing in her heart.

If you don't give Ning Tan a big gift in return, how can he be worthy of the situation he has worked so hard to set up for Yu Lingxi?

He reached out and picked up the back of the lion cat's neck, climbed up the wall with one hand and hopped a few times, and turned onto the eaves of the clean room.

He stepped very lightly, not disturbing the waiting His Royal Highness the crown prince, who was so tired of waiting, and placed the shivering lion cat on a prominent place on the roof of the clean room.

After setting up the bait, just wait for the good show to begin.

Although he really wanted to stay and watch this good show, but right now, there are more important things to do.

The young lady will cry if she can't wait for someone to save her, right?

What a pity.

The young man thought absently, but unconsciously quickened his pace, and followed the direction where Zhao's carriage disappeared.

…

The bumping and shaking of the carriage caused Yu Lingxi to regain her sanity in the chaotic lethargy.

Her teeth bit the tip of her tongue, and she tasted the rust of blood.

The severe pain made her sanity clear again, but her limbs were still muddy, and she couldn't move, not to mention moving, even lifting a finger.

Calm down, the more you can't panic at this time.

She bit her lip and focused on her fingertips until they moved with difficulty, then her palms, wrists...

While breathing slowly, close your eyes and carefully remember every shout and every smell outside the carriage.

While searching for memories, the map of the capital gradually appeared in her mind.

After less than a cup of tea, the bustle disappeared, replaced by a different kind of silence, only the sound of wheels rolling over bluestone bricks could be heard.

After her arms and neck could barely turn, Yu Lingxi struggled to rub her hair against the wall of the car.

After rubbing for half a day, until the hair was scattered, a plain silver hairpin fell from the hair.

All the other hairpins are gone, but it doesn't matter, a silver hairpin is enough.

Holding the sharp silver hairpin in the palm of her hand, she exhausted all her strength, and her underwear was soaked with sweat.

The carriage stopped, and Yu Lingxi immediately hid the hairpin in her sleeve, pretending to be asleep.

Two or three people came out of the carriage, and one of them walked lightly and then heavily, like a lame man.

Yu Lingxi's heart suddenly turned cold.

If there was only one person who attacked her, she would still be able to fight. But there were three people who came, and she had expended too much strength to get the hairpin just now, and her arms were still sore and weak, so there was no chance of winning the resistance at this time.

Can't be impulsive.

Dad said, the more critical the situation is, the more important it is to be calm, look for loopholes, and defeat the enemy with one move.

Yu Lingxi held her breath and waited for an opportunity, the hairpin in her sleeve almost pierced her palm.

…

In front of the warehouse, Zhao Xu stood opposite two scantily clad female crowns.

"In order to prevent her from escaping, after this woman and I enter the barn, you lock the barn door."

Zhao Xu threw a money bag to Nuguan, and said: "Someone will come to catch the **** at night, when you open the warehouse, make sure everyone present can clearly see the picture inside. You don't need to worry about anything else. "

Zhao Xu left Yu Lingxi on the only wooden couch in the warehouse.

He was trapped in the darkness, staring coldly at the delicate and delicate face of a **** the couch like a lotus.

I have to admit that this woman does have a beautiful face. But so what?

In his heart, the righteous sister is the bright moon in the sky, the light that pulled him out of the palace of Hades when he was about to die, and Yu Lingxi couldn't even compare to Zhao Yuming's hair.

But with his identity, he was doomed not to have Yuming.

That being the case, why not let this woman be a substitute for Yu Tea before she dies.

Who told her to connive at her servants and drag him off the horse, turning him into a **** for life; who told her to suppress Yuming everywhere, even taking away Yuming's most beloved thing...

Zhao Xu twisted his face, lit the incense burner on the desk, took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance, and reached out his hand towards Yu Lingxi's face.

He's going to ruin it all.

The hatred made Zhao Xu ignore the girl's gradually tense figure and a little coldness in her sleeves.

Before his fingers touched Yu Lingxi's face, he suddenly saw a figure passing by the door.

Zhao Xu withdrew his hand vigilantly, stood up and listened to the movement for a while, then pressed the saber on his waist, and walked out of the warehouse.

A young man in ocher clothes dressed as a servant sat on the stone table in the courtyard, stepped on the edge of the table with one leg bent, and played with a short, gleaming cold blade in his hand.

Zhao Xu immediately recognized the boy.

At that time, Chunsou, this man dragged him off the horse with only one hand and fell into the ditch, making him a useless cripple.

With hatred burning in his eyes, he said in a dark voice, "It's you. What are you doing here?"

The young man smiled, but the absurdity never reached his eyes: "Come to get something."

He was obviously smiling, but Zhao Xu suddenly felt chills down his spine.

"what?"

"Your dog's life."

Ling Han's gust suddenly blew up, causing ripples in the lotus pond in the courtyard, and then gradually returned to calm.

A bright red rose from the bottom of the pool, slowly dissipated in the water waves, and then disappeared completely.

Ning Yin opened the door of the barn, wiped her fingers, and walked towards the couch.

Seeing Yu Lingxi, who was lying on the couch with blushing cheeks and unconscious, his eyes suddenly sank, and he began to regret that Zhao Xu's death was too cheap.

His tongue should be pulled out, and his bones should be crushed inch by inch.

The desk is burning with a sweet and greasy incense, and you can tell it's not serious when you smell it.

He walked to Yu Lingxi's couch, and just as he reached out to snuff out the incense sticks, he saw a cold light stabbing at him fiercely.

Ning Yin subconsciously raised her hand to block, grabbing the silver hairpin that was stabbing with all her strength.

Tsk, so fierce.

If it wasn't for his quick reaction, or if it was Zhao Xu who came, he would probably have pierced his neck just now.

That hard blow has exhausted his strength.

Yu Lingxi was panting, and when her watery eyes saw Ning Yin's face, she was at a loss for a moment.

She was speechless, her hand holding the hairpin was still trembling slightly, and she just stared at Ning Yin without blinking.

The little lunatic who stared so hard lowered his eyelashes, and asked, "Miss has such an expression, are you disappointed?"

Immediately, he evoked an inexplicable sneer, nodded to himself and said: "It's not Qing Xiao, nor a little county king, but me, a vicious villain, I really should be disappointed..."

The silver hairpin dropped from his hand and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Wei Qi..."

The girl's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were slightly blurred and fragmented, clearly not feeling disgusted or disappointed.

The short-breathing girl's body was limp as if she had no bones, and she threw herself into Ning Yin's arms, blocking him out of ridicule.

At the same time, there was a sudden bang.

The only door in the warehouse was closed and locked from the outside.

The cramped space was instantly dark, and only two breaths could be heard one after another.

The scantily clad female crown put the key to the warehouse in her arms, yawned and walked away.