Ning Yin didn't bother to talk about it, but the surname Xue took himself too seriously.

"I'll give you a chance to choose, how about it?"

The young man raised his black eyes and said, "Let's see how important she is in your heart."

"Varied…"

Before Xue Cen finished speaking, he saw a gust of wind suddenly blowing up in front of him.

Then a cold light flashed, and a cold short blade lay across his neck. The blade was as thin as autumn water, cut off a strand of hair behind his ear, and fell to the ground.

Xue Cen pressed against the wall, his whole body was stiff, his red face quickly faded to pale.

"Do you want to live, or do you want your second sister?"

Ning Yin held the short blade in his hand, as if he was playing some fun game, calmly and extremely gracefully, "I'll count to three, one."

Xue Cen has lived a dignified and elegant life for the past twenty years, not to mention swearing, he has never even said a few serious words.

This time, the knife rested on his neck, and after holding back for a while, he only uttered two trembling words: "Shameless!"

Ning Yin narrowed her eyes: "Two."

"I'm going to tell you..."

"one."

Xue Cen believed himself to be upright and arrogant, but at this moment all the humility and self-cultivation were falling apart in front of this cruel and savage young man.

His Adam's apple twitched, and he said with difficulty: "Let me go."

"Choose life?"

The cold light of the blade reflected in Ning Yin's eyes, wanton and cold.

This is the childhood sweetheart Yu Lingxi wanted to protect even at the expense of punishing herself three times. This is Xue Erlang, whom she kept in her heart, saying that killing him would be like stabbing her...

Miss, I gave him a chance to choose.

It was him who gave up on you.

"It's just a joke, don't blame me." Ning Yin smiled with pity and contempt.

Yu Lingxi didn't let him kill Xue Cen, so he really didn't.

It's just scaring, it's not a big deal.

You see, he is very well-behaved now! Ning Yin praised herself in her heart.

But Xue Cen obviously didn't think so.

The side of his neck still felt thin and cold against the blade, so he didn't believe it was a joke.

For a moment, this boy was really murderous, forcing him to make a choice against his will.

His lips parted and he said in a hoarse voice for a while, "Despicable."

He scolded back and forth, only the words "shameless" and "despicable", and Ning Yin was tired of hearing them.

"Second Master Xue might as well use two words to scold, for example, animal, animal, wolf-hearted."

Ning Yin said: "However, compared to a stupid and incompetent coward like you who pretends to be a high-sounding banner, these words of mine are really not abusive words."

Xue Cen looked at him now, as if he was looking at an unreasonable lunatic.

"Second Young Master, if you want to meddle in your own business in the future, you might as well think about your choice today."

Ning Yin turned her fingertips, retracted the blade into her sleeve, and said with a calm smile, "Ask yourself again, do you deserve it?"

Xue Cen's face turned pale. If others mocked him like this, he would definitely refute, asking whether the other party could make a better choice than him.

But this young man once caught up with Miss Yu's mad horse while hunting in Chunsou, and when she fell off the cliff, he tried his best to protect her, and used his own blood to save her who was hanging by a thread...

But if you love someone, do you have to be crueler than anyone else?

For ten whole years, he watched his second sister grow from a little girl to the graceful and graceful appearance she is now. If she is in danger, he will stand up to help her without hesitation, and protect her in his own way... The choice given by the other party has no practical meaning at all.

How can such an unscrupulous young man be a good match for his second sister?

Xue Cen was unwilling to let her bright eyes stay for another man.

"Oh...why am I lying on the ground? Hey, why does my chest hurt so much, as if someone has stepped on it heavily."

The stunned boy woke up leisurely, saw Xue Cen standing stiffly beside him, hurriedly got up and said, "Second Young Master, why do you look so bad? Where's the guard?"

Xue Cen was still dignified and clear, but his eyes were a little gray and tired, and he closed his eyes and said, "Go home."

He must find out exactly where the young man came from.

In a quarter of an hour.

The caramel in his mouth melted, and Ning Yin followed the direction where the kite fell, and stood outside the back door of a family.

Looking over the fence, there is a tall ginkgo tree with lush branches in the courtyard, and the Qingluan kite hangs feebly on the top branch.

The wall was low, and Ning Yin jumped in without any effort, walked to the big ginkgo tree that was thick enough for one person to hug, and raised her hand to lightly press on the rough trunk.

With a clap of his palm, the trunk trembled, and the kite flew down together with the trembling leaves, dangling and landed in his palm.

He frowned slightly, and said "tsk" regretfully: the wing bone is broken, and it will take a long time to mend it.

There was a sound of pattering footsteps in the distance. It was the child of the owner of the courtyard running over holding a windmill. When he saw the strange boy in the courtyard, he couldn't help but froze in place.

"Child, if others see me doing bad things, they will die."

Ning Yin carried the kite behind her back, and said coldly.

The child sniffed his nose, bit his fingers and stared blankly at him.

"However, I'm in a hurry to go back and fix it, and don't eat children."

Ning Yin raised a finger at the childish child, as a gesture of silence.

Then he opened the door, and Da La La left.

…

Tomorrow is the Duanyang Festival, and the servants hang wormwood and sprinkle realgar at the door.

Every year at this time, Madam Yu would order the dining room to pack a lot of zongzi, and send them to the servants and maidservants in the mansion together with rewards.

The servants lined up to receive the reward, and the front yard was extremely lively.

Yu Lingxi had nothing to do, so she wove five long-lived threads with her own hands, and each of her family gave one as a gift.

She kept the remaining one in her sleeve.

The time has come, and today happens to be the last day to pick up the medicine.

Although the body is no longer dry and hot today, it is more appropriate to eat the last one just to be on the safe side.

Knowing Ning Yin's temperament, Yu Lingxi would definitely disdain going to the front yard to celebrate the festival with everyone. After thinking about it, she asked the maid to prepare some warm rice dumplings and a pot of calamus wine. go to the backyard.

When Yu Lingxi entered, Ning Yin was washing her hands carefully, and there was a jar of cold paste on the table, as well as brushes, paper and pens, etc.

"Wei Qi, what are you cooking the paste for?" Yu Lingxi put the food box gently on the table and asked in doubt.

Ning Yin didn't answer, just shook off the water stains on her hands lightly, sat down with bent legs and said, "Take it yourself."

Yu Lingxi knew that he was talking about today's antidote.

After staring at Ning Yin's pale thin lips for a moment, she finally held her breath lightly and leaned over to Ning Yin holding the table.

She thought it was still the same as yesterday's "holding" method, but she pressed her lips lightly, only to find that there was nothing between his teeth and lips.

Ning Yin's breathing froze for a short time, and then she laughed muffled.

Yu Lingxi hunted geese all day long, but was pecked in the eyes by geese. For the first time, she got the wrong idea, with red ears and pointed eyes, provocative like hooks.

She retreated a little, pursed her lips and grunted: "Are you lying to me?"

"Miss rushes forward to belittle me regardless, and even bites back, it's really unreasonable."

Ning Yin blinked her eyes very slowly, raised her wet hands to show her innocence, "My hands are wet, I just want Miss to take the medicine by herself."

To give a medicine is easy, so many tricks must be done.

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to ask softly, "Where is it?"

Ning Yin lowered her eyes: "In my arms."

Yu Lingxi stretched out her hand and probed into the lapel of his clothes.

"Above, then to the left."

Ning Yin hissed, "Miss, where are you touching?"

"Where did I have it? I didn't even touch you."

Nothing was said by him, and Yu Lingxi gave him a soft look.

After finally getting the medicine bottle, Yu Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight.

He poured the pill in and swallowed it in one breath, but he was still suffocated in his throat by the great pain at that moment, so he couldn't help pouring a cup of tea and drank it, and took the pill.

Ning Yin didn't have the opportunity to "do it personally" to relieve her suffering, rubbing her fingertips, looking quite regretful.

Yu Lingxi pretended not to notice his little thoughts, and after the bitter taste subsided, she brought out the zongzi and calamus wine and put them on the table.

"Duanyang tomorrow, I specially invite you to celebrate with me."

As she said that, Yu Lingxi touched her cuff and said softly, "Just stretch out your hand."

Ning Yin turned her head sideways, wondering what she was thinking about.

But he obediently stretched out his left hand and placed it flat on the case table.

Yu Lingxi saw sharply that the apricot-white ribbon on his left wrist was gone. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he hasn't seen the shadow of the streamer on his wrist in the past few days.

Then he asked by the way: "Where's your souvenir?"

Ning Yin immediately understood, slowly raised her eyes to look at her, and said, "Throw it away."

Yu Lingxi was suddenly amused.

If he really threw it away, his expression must be very cold, so he wouldn't stare at his reaction like this.

But instead of swaying around with the streamer to remind her what happened in the secret room of Jinyun Temple more than ten days ago, Yu Lingxi would be thankful instead.

She smiled slightly, blinked her eyelashes and said, "Throw it away and throw it away. I'll give you a better one."

After finishing speaking, he took out the longevity thread hidden in his sleeve and tied it lightly on Ning Yin's wrist.

His complexion is cold and fair, and five-color long-lived strands are tied around his wrists, giving him an indescribably beautiful look.

Ning Yin lowered her eyelids, stared at her flexible and delicate fingertips without blinking, and asked, "Miss did it?"

Yu Lingxi let out a generous "hmm".

"You asked me to think about it by myself yesterday. When weaving this longevity thread, I really thought about it."

She lowered her eyelashes, and earnestly tied the rope buckle for Ning Yin, "There was no major event in the mansion yesterday, only the servants and servants were idle and talking too much about my marriage, and I have already reprimanded them..."

The hand that was placed on the desk tightened, rubbing the pulp of its fingers.

Yu Lingxi took a full view of his little reaction, and continued: "I have no plans to get married recently, and in this life, I may never like other men again. With Xue Erlang, there is only a brother-sister relationship with Xue Erlang. .”

The hand rubbing the fingertips paused, and instead lighted the table leisurely, repeatedly.

"Why do you want to explain this, miss?"

Ning Yin looked at her with her head propped up, her tone was indifferent, but she had obviously warmed up a lot, unlike yesterday's gloomy and chilly day.

"It's always right to explain, what if someone takes it seriously?"

Yu Lingxi suppressed a smile, raised her eyes to look into Ning Yin's deep eyes, "Okay."

Ning Yin raised her hand and shook the longevity thread on her wrist.

Wearing a long life thread on a villain like him is simply a mockery of the gods.

However, it feels pretty good.

"Fancy." He disliked it, but there were five colors of light in his eyes, with a slight arc.

"No matter how fancy something is, it still looks good on you." Yu Lingxi snorted.

This sentence is not flattery, but the truth of two lifetimes.

Ning Yin shook the knot again, and said with a low smile: "The medicine for the past three days is not in vain, and the lady's mouth is getting sweeter."

Thinking of those two heart-pounding methods of feeding medicine, Yu Lingxi's cheeks felt hot.

She cleared her throat, trying to break the topic into something more serious: "Dragon Ninth Festival will drink calamus wine, Wangxianlou's new brew, you should try it."

Ning Yin was probably in a good mood today, and she took out the jug to save face, and poured a glass of wine—

It was the cup that Yu Lingxi drank tea from just now.

"Hey, this is me..."

Yu Lingxi was about to remind him to change to a new glass, when Ning Yin picked up the glass of wine, turned the glass around, and took a sip of her lips at the place where her lip marks were lightly stained.

The fat mark was stacked on Ning Yin's lips, leaving a light color, which was rolled by the tip of his tongue to taste.

"...I drank it." Yu Lingxi finished in a daze.