"Happy things?"

The posture with her back against his chest was too dangerous, Yu Lingxi couldn't help turning around, looking at Ning Yin's face soaked in the dim light.

Ning Yin gave a low "hmm", and surrounded her with her arms propped on the window sill.

His eyes are deep and deep, with a very faint light and shadow, like a shattered starlight among the clouds.

Yu Lingxi seemed to have been robbed of her mind, and suddenly felt that Ning Yin's eyes were bright even when she was not killing people.

The night wind blew away the three thousand sky lanterns, and the shadows at the stairs also swayed slightly.

Ning Yin raised her right hand to support the back of her head, her expression was surprisingly gentle.

"It's my turn to return, miss."

He tilted his head casually, and when his breath fell on his lips, Yu Lingxi opened his eyes slightly.

The surprise at that moment made her forget to react.

One is because Ning Yin seldom kisses her on his own initiative. In the past and the present, I only took the initiative once in the warehouse filled with the fragrance of bliss, and it was very indifferent, without any emotion.

Second, she was amazed that Ning Yin's lips were hot at this time, which was different from the coolness in the past.

There was a soft click at the top of the stairs, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Yu Lingxi's eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously followed the source of the movement, but Ning Yin pinched her jaw and turned back to prevent her from being distracted.

He touched those soft lips, first traced it carefully with the tip of his tongue, and then opened his mouth to swallow it, as if savoring some delicacy in the world.

Gradually, those deliberate techniques are completely discarded, pressing, and entanglement, leaving only the instinctive demand.

Ning Yin has always liked to see the expressions of others wanting to escape but unable to escape, even the distorted pain on the face of a dying person, he would not let it go at all, because those are the most beautiful enjoyment for him.

But at this moment, the eyelashes of his leisurely eyes were half down, and there was a obscurity of surrender, like a whirlpool, only her sweetness could fill it.

Yu Lingxi was pushed back, her back leaning against the cold window sill, her soft black silk hair fluttering slightly in the night wind, intertwined in Ning Yin's black eyes.

The octagonal lamp under the eaves cast a hazy halo above her head, and Yu Lingxi's heart was beating fast, pounding against her chest.

Something softened and flooded in the heart.

She held on tightly to the window sill, afraid of falling, afraid of drowning between Ning Yin's thin lips.

With a muffled chuckle in his throat, Ning Yin stabilized her waist with one hand, and firmly pressed her hand that was carelessly supporting the window sill with the other, guiding her to wrap her arms around her neck.

Yu Lingxi found the clinging object, and slowly pressed her chest against his, closing her eyelashes tremblingly.

The high-rise building is silent, and there is no whistling wind in the ears, only the intertwined breathing of each other, which is hot and rapid.

Lip parting is like waking up from a beautiful dream, with a lingering aftertaste.

It turned out that this is the "happier" thing.

Yu Lingxi clung to his shoulders weakly, panting like a drowning person who had just been fished out.

Ning Yin was calm and relaxed, but her lips turned brighter, and she said with a hoarse smile: "Miss, it's time to practice your breath."

Yu Lingxi clenched the skirt of his clothes tightly, panting shortly as if punishing him, and said, "Okay, I'll find someone to practice tomorrow."

Ning Yin tightened the arms loosely around her waist, and gently pinched her chin, making her look up.

"Mumbling what?"

He looked at Yu Lingxi's blushing and charming face, and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Miss is so picky, others may not be as dedicated as I am."

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to annoy him, and even though she was picking on him, she beat others up.

She would like to find someone to practice more, but it is a pity that she has been hanging from the same tree for both her lifetimes.

Outside the window, sky lanterns floated in the black and blue night, and when the wind blew, the warm orange light scattered, and it was hard to tell which one was their "every year of peace".

Yu Lingxi's thoughts also swayed with the sky lantern, and rose to the vast sky.

She thought that what the sister-in-law said might be right.

"Know what our name is?"

Ning Yin stared into her eyes, her pale crimson lips were hooked, and said in a low voice, "Fornication."

Yu Lingxi froze for a moment, then raised her eyelashes that were streaked with black ink, and retorted softly: "There is only a dog, there is no 'combination'."

This time it was Ning Yin who was stunned.

After a while, he laughed very lightly, his chest vibrated slightly, and he was tender and tight to her mouth.

He was so rare that he wished he could hide her, in the deepest part, so that these beautiful eyes would be bright only for him.

"It is my mistake."

Ning Yin raised her fingers and stroked Yu Lingxi's broken hair at the temples, and said in a low and hoarse voice with joy, "Next time, I will find a beautiful day and a comfortable and spacious couch, and I will definitely make my wish come true."

The wind made the window sash creak, Yu Lingxi came back to his senses, pushed his hard chest and said: "Get up, it's time to go down."

If the elder brother sensed that something was wrong, there must be another interrogation.

Ning Yin glanced at the stairs calmly, looked at the empty ground, and said, "Okay."

He let go of his arms obediently, and he didn't know what little thoughts were brewing, he was very obedient.

Yu Lingxi rubbed her slightly numb lips, not daring to let Ning Yin see her useless face with flushed cheeks, she lowered her head and walked towards the exit.

Then she paused, and she saw a piece of jade falling on the stairs.

Before Ning Yin's footsteps approached, Yu Lingxi pursed her lips and quickly stepped on the jade on the sole of her shoe.

…

Xue Cen was standing on the volley painting bridge, looking up at the mighty night sky, with a prayer lamp at his feet that hadn't been lit in the future.

Yu Lingxi stood quietly on the porch for a moment, gathered herself together, and walked gently towards Xue Cen.

Seeing her, Xue Cen looked away in embarrassment with the unbearable sadness on his face.

Ning Yin stood on the stairs at the end of the corridor, and had a panoramic view of everything on the painted bridge.

He was in a very good mood right now, even Xue Cen stood there like an idiot pretending to be sad to attract attention, and he didn't bother to bother.

Besides, he also wanted to see how Yu Lingxi would deal with the current situation.

If Miss handles it unsatisfactorily, he can only do it himself.

He is impatient, and even if she begs him crying, she will not soften her heart.

Just as he was thinking, the people on the painted bridge moved.

Yu Lingxi took out a suet-colored jade from her sleeve, handed it to Xue Cen and said, "Brother Cen, your jade is lost."

There was a trace of surprise on Xue Cen's face, and then panic.

She knew it, knew that she had just found the top attic, and bumped into her with the guard named Wei Qi...

He took Yujue, finger bones turned slightly white, and forced himself to swallow the word "fornication" back into his stomach.

Such a dirty word must never be used on the second sister, even if you don't even think about it.

"Thank you." He didn't dare to look her in the eyes, his usual clear voice was tinged with a bit of forbearance.

Did the guard seduce the second younger sister, or forced her?

That's the second sister he cherishes the most for ten years! How dare Wei Qi get involved so recklessly?

He couldn't help speculating Wei Qi maliciously, feeling distressed and angry.

"Actually, I should thank you."

Just as she was thinking, Yu Lingxi's voice flowed like a clear spring, gentle and calm, "Thank you for your high-spirited breeze, for not disturbing the beauty of that moment."

It was a "beautiful" moment, she said.

Xue Cen held Yu Jue, his eyes gradually turned red.

Xue Erlang, who had never lost his composure in the attic, was defeated by her gentle and reserved words.

He was not stupid, and understood what she meant.

"You are too young, Second Sister."

Xue Cen's voice was difficult, he looked at her and said, "Drinking poison to quench your thirst will ruin your life."

"Ah Cen, Sui Sui!"

Yu Huanchen's voice came, interrupting them with a smile, "I searched everywhere for you, but you are hiding here!"

Xue Cen turned his face quickly so that no one would see his gaffe.

"What are you talking about hiding here? Can you listen, brother?"

Yu Huanchen crossed his arms, looked around between the two of them, and immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Ah Cen, you..."

Just as Yu Huanchen was about to ask, Yu Lingxi hurriedly moved forward, blocking his brother's view.

"It's nothing, we're looking at the lights."

Yu Lingxi knew that Xue Cen was proud, so she glanced at the new tassel on the hilt of her brother's sword, bent her eyes and changed the topic and said, "Brother, this sword tassel is so pretty, don't you plan to give sister-in-law a gift back?"

Xue Cen turned around, his face regained its gentleness, and he said in a gentle voice: "The jewelry and rouge in Wanzhenfang are the best in the capital, I'm going to pick one to give back to Madam, if you go late, it will be closed. "

"Can't wait to drive me away, are you guilty?"

Yu Huanchen laughed, rubbed his sister's hair, and said to Xue Cen: "You boy, don't bully my sister."

Xue Cen did not refute.

He smiled and said, "Wangxianlou's plum wine is a must. I'll accompany you to taste it."

Only then did Yu Huanchen hook Xue Cen's shoulders, and walked away with a smile.

When going downstairs, Xue Cen paused, but he didn't look back.

Ning Yin stood in the shadow on the stairs, looking at Yu Huanchen's big hand stroking the top of Yu Lingxi's hair.

Rubbing his fingertips, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and hummed very softly.

After everyone who was in the way left, he walked slowly down the stairs with his hands behind his back.

"Ning...Wei Qi."

Yu Lingxi changed her words, and smiled at him shallowly, her clear eyes were clean, not a single bit of haze could be seen.

Ning Yin walked over calmly, raised her hand and gently brushed her hair, as if she was about to brush off something dirty.

"What happened to the hair?"

Yu Lingxi raised her hand in doubt, and stroked the top of her hair.

Could it be that when I went downstairs, I was stained with cobweb dust?

"Miss should be thankful, I'm in a great mood now."

Ning Yin tapped the jewels in her hair with her fingertips, and said casually, "Next time, it won't be necessarily the case."

"When is the next time?"

Yu Lingxi thought with a smile, she had been "bullying" for so long just now, so why should he be happy for a year or so?

Ning Yin seemed to see through her little thoughts, and said leisurely: "I am such a heartless person, Miss, don't expect me to live in peace tomorrow, unless..."

He looked down at Yu Lingxi's delicate lips, and smeared a meaningful smile.

…

The palace and Qionglou are heavily guarded.

The queen wore a complicated woven golden phoenix robe, and accompanied the emperor to look at the sky lanterns outside the palace, and quietly rubbed his shoulders and massaged him.

The emperor's eyes finally fell on the queen's face, and saw that she was still facing the sky, not competing for beauty and favor, but brought back some tender memories of her youth.

The emperor was used to seeing flattering and staunch women, and the older he got, the more he realized the value of the empress' indifference and quietness.

The vicissitudes of the emperor's face softened, and he patted the queen's hand and said: "The prince is not up to date, thank you for your hard work."

"No matter how tiring you are as a minister and concubine, your Majesty cannot be exhausted."

Empress Feng's expression remained unchanged, and she continued to knead, "Tan'er respects His Majesty the most in his heart, but he doesn't know how to express it. He also said yesterday that he will have a companion who can accompany him when he finds out the whereabouts of the Seventh Prince. Share your worries for His Majesty."

Hearing this, Cui An, who was standing by the side, frowned.

Queen, is this crazy?

The third prince is stupid, the eighth prince is only two months old, and the seventh prince is the prince's only rival.

The empress should eradicate Ning Yin and the Yu family together, how dare she take the initiative to reveal to the emperor the news that Ning Yin is still alive?

"Seventh Prince?"

The emperor really thought of the child who came out of the cold palace and couldn't even remember his appearance, and frowned, "Concubine Li was assassinated when she escaped from the palace, doesn't it mean that the seventh child died without seeing the body?"

Empress Feng said: "Dali Temple did close the case like this back then, but General Yu has been investigating for so long, so there must be good news soon..."

"Yu Yuan?"

The emperor pressed the queen's hand, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is he involved too?"

Realizing that she had said something wrong, Empress Feng's face moved slightly, and she walked to the side and knelt down to bow: "The concubine made a mistake. The prince came to pay his respects the day before yesterday. The concubine heard that General Yu was secretly investigating the whereabouts of the prince, and thought it was His Majesty's order..."

Hearing this, Cui An finally understood the queen's intention.

Even a despicable and filthy villain like him had to admire from the bottom of his heart: the queen's move to divert trouble from others is really wonderful.

The emperor was suspicious by nature, and he was afraid of courtiers with high meritorious deeds, as well as his own son. Such things as power can only be rewarded by the emperor on his own initiative, but others are never allowed to **** them...

Otherwise, how did the previous princes die?

The queen's light words tied the powerful Yu family and the seventh prince in exile together, precisely offending the emperor Nilin.

"Okay, get back on your feet."

The emperor rubbed his fingers, pondered for a long time, got up and said: "I am tired, and the queen should rest earlier."

"The concubine sends your majesty respectfully." The queen bowed and saluted.

When she raised her head again, the submissiveness on her face faded, and she was so peaceful that she was almost indifferent.

…

It rained a little at night.

When I woke up in the morning, the blue bricks were wet, and the remains of a few prayer lamps lay in the streets and alleys.

Ning Yin held a purple-skinned grape, looked at the sky for a while, and said with disgust: "Shen Feng, don't sell grapes next time, it's too sour."

Looking at his master's moody back, Shen Feng felt aggrieved.

The sour grapes were specially selected by him. If the grapes in the burden are too sweet, there will be many buyers, which is not conducive to the exchange of information.

Ning Yin took the grapes into the shade room, closed the door, removed the oiled paper interlayer that wrapped the grapes, glanced at them indifferently, put them on the candlestick and lit them.

As soon as the hand was released, the fire light fell to the ground, and turned into black ash in a blink of an eye.

On the table, there was that roughly carved black jade.

The palm-sized ink jade is cut into neat squares at the bottom, and there is something lying on the top, and the undulating outline can be vaguely discerned.

It has only been roughly carved, and needs to be carved carefully.

Ning Yin took the Mo Yu with a sharp outline in his hand, and caressed it carefully.

After the jade carving is finished, he should go.

That kind of nostalgic reluctance is just a slap in the face, and it dissipates like a bubble.

Then, take people away together.

Ning Yin braced her temples, lowered her eyes and smiled: She promised, didn't she?