Yu Lingxi raised her apricot eyes slightly to reflect the pool of spring water, and her eyelashes were seductive as if they were dyed with ink lines.

With her fingertips around Ning Yin's black hair, she felt like she was possessed by a demon.

When she met Shang Ning Yin's eyes as deep as black ice, she hummed in her heart, and slowly put down her hand as if she had come to her senses.

The strand of hair passed between her fingers, feeling cool and itchy like a feather.

"Miss just now,"

Ning Yin maintained the posture of holding the paperweight in his hand, and after thinking about his words, Fang asked slowly, "Are you flirting with me?"

The wind wrinkled a pool of spring water, and the light gauze of the water pavilion stirred. Yu Lingxi felt the sweltering heat burn up again, and even the tips of her ears couldn't stop turning red.

It's hard for a cold-hearted person like him to know the word "flirting".

"Everyone has the love of beauty, and I can't help but praise it."

Yu Lingxi didn't know what she was talking about, she drooped her eyes a little uncomfortable, she simply gathered up the pen and got up and said, "I'll go change the pen."

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at Ning Yin's expression and hurried away with the rice paper in his arms.

Ning Yin stood up straight and looked in the direction where Yu Lingxi's clothes disappeared.

Slightly dissatisfied, what is it to run away after teasing?

He stood in the water pavilion for a while, raised his hand and twirled the twisted strand of black hair, thinking about it for a long time, a little interest fainted in his black eyes.

Since it looks good, why not touch it for a while?

He gave a very soft "tsk", stepped on the broken pen on the ground with his leather boots, and left with his hands behind his back in a good mood amidst the fragile sound of the jade shattering.

At the invisible corner of the garden, Yu Lingxi stopped and leaned gently against the fence.

She held the crumpled rice paper in one hand, the wet ink smudged into a ball in her arms, and covered her slightly hot cheeks to cool down with the other hand,

Just now, what happened?

Yu Lingxi was really puzzled, how could she say such frivolous words to Ning Yin in a flash of enthusiasm?

Could it be a bad habit left over from serving others in Israel in the previous life?

Clouds obscured the sun, and the cool breeze in late spring still couldn't dissipate the continuous body heat.

…

On the eighth Buddha Bathing Festival in early April, the gates of the temples in the city are wide open, chanting scriptures and giving alms, which is very lively.

In this dynasty, when worshiping the Buddha, every rich family would boil salt beans and sugar water and distribute them to passers-by to enjoy blessings on the Buddha Bathing Festival.

It was gloomy and strangely hot.

Yu Lingxi tidied herself up, leaned on the couch and shook her fan, and saw Hu Tao enter the door with a post.

"Miss, the post from Xue's residence must be to invite you to give alms together." Hu Tao said, happily submitting the invitation.

From her point of view, for such an important event as almsgiving on the Buddha's Day, if the Xue family invites the young lady to come to the door, it is tantamount to admitting the marriage in front of everyone.

With such courteous treatment from the Xue family, the young lady will surely enjoy a happy life if she marries, isn't it a happy marriage?

Yu Lingxi took the post and opened it, but it was Xue Cen's handwriting, and the signature was also Xue Cen's private seal.

She asked: "Is this post sent by the steward of the Xue family himself?"

"That's not true. I heard from the guard that the servant next to Xue Erlang ran away."

Hu Tao made tea for her, and said puzzled, "Whoever brings it doesn't make the same difference. Why is Miss asking about this?"

Yu Lingxi guessed a little, and knew that this post was not meant by the elders of the Xue family, but a private post by Xue Cen himself.

The Xue family has a very strict family style and strictly abides by etiquette. I think that when the rumor of "lost virginity" stopped the Donggong marriage, it also made Xue Youxiang have scruples, so the two marriages have not been settled for a long time.

It was probably because Xue Cen was afraid that she would think too much, so he insisted on posting to invite her to show his determination not to marry unless he was a Qing.

The heart is kind, but it is a pity that it is used in the wrong place.

Yu Lingxi ordered the maidservant to fetch a pen and paper, moistened the ink with a pen, and replied with a letter, declining Xue Cen's invitation.

It's against the rules to rush to the door, she doesn't want to embarrass herself, nor does she want to embarrass Xue Cen.

After sending out the post, Yu Huanchen's attendant came to ask for instructions, and said in the corridor: "Miss, it's time to give alms."

Yu Huanchen was in charge of arranging this year's alms ceremony in Yu Mansion, and it was set at the fork of the main street in front of the mansion.

At this time, Yu Huanchen was stirring the salted beans in the pot lazily, without the vitality of the past.

Yu Lingxi knew that the family had issued three letters and six ceremonies for his elder brother, begging to marry the young lady of the Su family who was born in everyone. Yu Huanchen prefers bold women, and when he hears that the other party is that kind of delicate lady, he has a headache. Seeing that the wedding is approaching, he becomes more and more depressed.

Yu Lingxi covered her face with a veiled hat and walked over, only to find that Ning Yin was also under the porridge shed.

"Miss." Looking up and seeing Yu Lingxi, Ning Yin called out.

The young man in a dark martial robe has a tall and straight appearance, his hair is half up and half down, and even the roots of his hair are neatly black. When he leaned over to fetch things, a strand of extremely beautiful black hair hung from his shoulders, always reminding Yu Lingxi of the feeling of silky ice wrapping around her fingertips...

It seems that since he praised his good-looking hair a few days ago, he seldom wears all his hair up, and always hangs half of it on his shoulders, giving him a more elegant and youthful look.

Yu Lingxi couldn't help but stared at him for a long time, until Ning Yin came over with oiled paper, and deliberately lowered her voice and asked, "Is it so beautiful?"

Seeing the unrestrained smile in his eyes, Yu Lingxi's ears felt hot again, and she always felt itchy like a feather brushing by. Fortunately, there was a veil covering her face so that he would not be able to see the clues.

Yu Lingxi snatched the oil paper from Ning Yin's hand, rolled a funnel and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ning Yin said casually: "Qing Xiao is not here, there is a lack of help here."

Yu Lingxi gave a soft "Oh", turned around and caught the salt beans that Yu Huanchen scooped up, wrapped them up and distributed them to beggars and pedestrians on the road.

"Sui Sui!"

A clear voice came from the crowd, it was Tang Buli who found this place, pushed through the crowd and rushed over, "I'm going to Jinyun Temple to pray for blessings, do you want to go?"

Yu Lingxi has been very shy and hot these days, and she is lazy and has no energy.

Just as he was hesitating, Tang Buli took the paper funnel from her hand, and begged: "Go, go, the marriage lottery in the temple today is the most effective, don't you want to tell someone Xue?"

There was a soft bang behind him, it was Ning Yin who knocked down the porcelain spoon on the table.

He smiled coldly: "Sorry."

For some reason, Yu Lingxi always thought of the white jade purple pen that broke by the waterside pavilion.

Unable to hold back, Yu Lingxi had no choice but to say, "Okay."

Tang Buli cheered, took Yu Lingxi's hand, and smiled at Yu Huanchen: "My lord, I will take Suisui away! I will send her back safely before Youshi!"

Yu Lingxi was dragged away for two steps, then backed up, lifted a corner of the veiled hat, revealing half of her delicate and bright face, and said to Ning Yin, "Wei Qi, follow me."

Ning Yin glanced in the direction of Jinyun Temple, lowered her eyes to cover the darkness in her eyes, and nodded.

Yu Huanchen looked at the direction in which his sister and his group were leaving, and casually pointed to a personal guard: "Follow up and protect Second Miss."

The personal guard clasped his fists and pressed his knife to keep up.

The market is lively, and you can hear Sanskrit sounds from distant temples and sandalwood incense.

Tang Buli has a restless temperament. Along the way, various stalls shouted and hawked, and she either touched this or looked at that, without stopping.

Yu Lingxi followed behind and glanced at Ning Yin who was half a step away.

She took out an object from the pouch she was carrying, then turned around and said, "Stretch out your hand."

Ning Yin was probably thinking about something, when she heard what she said, she stopped in her tracks.

After a while, he raised his hand obediently.

Yu Lingxi let go, and a small candy wrapped in oil paper fell into Ning Yin's palm.

When you take it apart, it turns out to be a milky caramel.

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows, sniffed, and looked at Yu Lingxi.

There is an endless stream of people and horses around, and the prosperity of the capital for thousands of years has been precipitated.

Yu Lingxi shook the fan to dispel the heat, moved forward and stuffed the candy into Ning Yin's mouth, and said helplessly, "This one doesn't have pepper powder, so don't worry."

After feeding the sugar, Ning Yin was startled, and Yu Lingxi was also startled.

This was almost a subconscious action, and she didn't think too much about it.

It seems that in the past few days, her mind has become more and more relaxed, and she always unconsciously makes some strange actions towards Ning Yin.

Fortunately, there are many pedestrians around, no one knows anyone, and no one pays attention to the behavior of a boy and a **** the street.

Ning Yin didn't say anything, rolled the tip of her tongue, put the caramel between her lips and teeth, and squinted her eyes.

Yu Lingxi guessed that he should be satisfied, so she asked, "Is it sweet?"

Ning Yin casually bit the candy, but her eyes fixed on Yu Lingxi.

After looking at her for a long time, Fang said deeply, "It's quite sweet."

So Yu Lingxi smiled reassuringly, even the clear veil could not cover her bright and bright smile.

"Sui Sui, what are you doing here?"

Seeing that she didn't keep up, Tang Buli turned back to look for her again, grabbed her wrist and urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't make people wait."

It was only after arriving at Jinyun Temple that Yu Lingxi understood what Tang Buli meant by "don't make people wait".

Xue Cen stood facing the Buddha statue, and turned around when he heard the girl's laughter, his brows and eyes were stained with a gentle and restrained smile.

"Second sister."

Xue Cen first greeted Yu Lingxi, and Fang Chaotang bowed, "Thank you Qingping Township Lord."

"Okay, I brought you the man, you can talk slowly." After speaking, Tang Buli waved his hands and ran out the door in a bouncing manner.

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to face Xue Cen and said, "Why is Brother Cen looking for me?"

"Second sister, don't blame Mr. Qingping, I asked her to invite you here."

As he said that, Xue Cen took out a suet jade ring from his bosom, and handed it to Yu Lingxi with both hands, "This is the jade pendant that I asked the eminent monks of Jinyun Temple to consecrate. Give it to the second younger sister, but..."

After a pause, the roots of his ears turned red, and he said warmly, "...But, it's the same as giving it to the second younger sister here."

In front of the Buddhist Hall of Jinyun Temple, there is a Bodhi tree more than 200 years old, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

Every year, many good men and women come here to make wishes and send love. They write their common wishes on red paper with their own hands, and then hang them on the treetops with red strings.

Ning Yin raised the pen to moisten the ink, and then stopped writing, sealed the wet paper and handed it to the little novice monk who came up to him.

The novice monk did not hang his note on the tip, but put it in his sleeve, taking advantage of the cover of the crowd of pilgrims, he walked quickly towards the meditation room in the backyard.

After finishing all this quietly, Ning Yin returned to the side hall of the Buddhist temple, just in time to see Xue Cen handing Yu Lingxi a jade pendant with water-blue tassels.

The appearance of hesitant to speak, one sees that he has no good intentions.

Kacha, Ning Yin gritted the caramel in his mouth expressionlessly, as if crushing someone's bone.

"Unpalatable, sour."

He spat out the candy, and the darkness of the clouds flashed across his eyes.

In the Buddhist hall, Yu Lingxi knew nothing about the sight outside the hall.

Looking at the jade pendant, she exhaled dryly and said, "Brother Cen, you have given me too much."

But she has nothing to repay.

"For you, there is no way too much..."

What Xue Cen was still saying, Yu Lingxi could no longer hear.

It was strange, she watched Xue Cen's lips open and close, but she couldn't understand a word of him, she just felt buzzing.

She opened her eyes wide, but everything in front of her was distorted and distorted, and her gaze became dull uncontrollably.

clang-

There was a majestic bell ringing from the pagoda, and Yu Lingxi felt a rush of hot blood rushing to the top of her head, burning her cheeks, and then scattered into her limbs and bones, converging towards her lower abdomen.

So weird, so weird.

This feeling was like... It was like her reaction to the smell of medicine that day in the claustrophobic warehouse.

No, even worse than then.

Xue Cen noticed that her expression was not right, and there was worry on her face, so she hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Second Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't come here!" Yu Lingxi subconsciously avoided his outstretched hand, but her footsteps were weak and she knocked down the incense ash on the desk.

There was a clanging sound, and the novice outside heard the prestige and came over.

Yu Lingxi didn't care about Xue Cen's reaction, she put on her veiled hat with the last bit of consciousness, and walked out of the hall.

Instinct told her that she must never stay in crowded places anymore, something will happen!

There are many pilgrims today, almost rubbing shoulders.

Her vision was blurred and distorted, and she panicked, completely unaware that she was getting farther and farther away from the guards of the Yu Mansion who were waiting under the wall.

When the guard and Hu Tao found out that she was leaving, Yu Lingxi had already turned their backs on them and was dispersed by the crowd of pilgrims.

Shortness of breath and burning hot, everyone's faces were blurred, and everyone seemed to be smiling at her. Even though she was in the Buddhist temple, there seemed to be a noisy noise coming towards her face, like a dream or illusion, luring her into sinking.

Yu Lingxi stumbled, she didn't know how far she had gone, and she couldn't find a way out. Her consciousness has begun to drift away, leaving only despair, embarrassing despair.

Suddenly, his wrist tightened.

Someone came against the crowd and grabbed her by the wrist.

Yu Lingxi subconsciously wanted to get rid of it, but saw a familiar vague figure, tall and straight, standing like a sharp sword in the crowd.

"It's me." Familiar with the low and cold voice.

Yu Lingxi stared at him blankly, and grabbed his knuckles with hot palms, as if a drowning man had caught a life-saving driftwood.

"Wei, Wei Qi...I'm not right..."

She bit her lips until she was pale, her temples were sweating profusely, and she trembled intermittently, "I don't know...what's going on..."

As he spoke, his body softened, and Ning Yin caught him in time.

The palm touched her slender waist, and she could feel the scorching heat through the fabric.

Her complexion was abnormally red, her eyes were charming, and her breath exuded a faint sweet fragrance...

Same as last time in the barn.

Ning Yin frowned, knowing what was going on.

There are only two exits where they are, one leads to the front yard, which has been blocked by pilgrims and monks chanting sutras.

If you break out by force, people will definitely notice something strange.

And the other one leads to the Zen room in the backyard that no one sets foot in—

He never takes a living person in there.

Ning Yin hugged Yu Lingxi and kicked open the door of the meditation room.

Just as Zha Ji opened the red paper handed over by the monk, he suddenly saw Ning Yin barging in.

He was a little surprised, and immediately got up and said, "Dian..."

Then he discovered that Ning Yin was still holding a woman in his arms.

Ning Yin laid Yu Lingxi flat on the bed, glanced coldly: "Go out."

Folding the halberd without looking sideways, he immediately closed the door and went out, guarding ten feet away.