Yu Lingxi was instinctively nervous about Ning Yin's couch, after all, the two times of detoxification on the couch were really impressive.

But then I thought about it again: In the past two years, what posture did you not do?

Those trembling memories have been smoothed away one by one, leaving only the relief and peace, and the throbbing that occasionally emerges like bubbles.

After leaning on it for a while, she became sleepy, and her stiff waist softened.

Yu Lingxi fell asleep at some point, and when she woke up, the bright sunlight outside the window had turned golden red, casting a long slanting shadow by the window.

Ning Yin sat on the edge of the couch with her legs crossed, one hand propped up on the edge of the couch, she leaned very close, as if she was admiring a beautiful picture scroll, slowly savoring her with her eyes.

Yu Lingxi met his black eyes, blinked, and woke up.

"How long have I been asleep?"

She sat up and gently rubbed her sore neck, so the scroll seemed to come alive, lighting up the darkness of dusk.

"Two quarters of an hour."

Ning Yin's index finger casually touched the edge of the couch, then lifted it, and pinched her neck for her, "Miss is very safe."

When warm fingers touched the back of her neck, Yu Lingxi shrank subconsciously.

Then he quickly relaxed his body. In this life, Ning Yin has a very good temper, and he will definitely not threaten her by pinching her neck again.

After the numbness subsided, she raised her toes and said, "Did you draw the sketch?"

Ning Yin absent-mindedly said "um", and twirled the hand behind her ear, and then reluctantly left.

Yu Lingxi was really curious about what he wanted to carve, so she said, "Let me see."

"Not now."

Ning Yin glanced at the bottom shelf of the low bedside cabinet, and said in a low and slow voice, "That thing is beautiful and practical. I'll show it to the young lady after the sculpture is finished."

Going from the complicated to the simple, with a beautiful body, is not something that can be shown to her now.

"Mystery!" Yu Lingxi accused him.

Ning Yin smiled sullenly, looked at her plain hair, got up and straightened her clothes and said, "Miss' black hair is like a cloud, **** with a hairpin, revealing her white, thin and fragile neck, it must be extremely beautiful."

Yu Lingxi was startled, recalling her previous life in a daze, Ning Yin did prefer to tie her long hair into a soft, black bun, and always liked to pinch her neck to scare people.

But it turns out that the little lunatic likes her neck so much?

Yu Lingxi stroked her temple hair, thinking to look back to see if there was a suitable hairpin in the dowry box.

Even she herself was amazed by the compromise at this moment, paused for a while, and said softly: "It's getting late, I have to go back to my room."

There was a faint rustling sound in the courtyard, and the cat seemed to smell the scent of an acquaintance, and meowed softly.

Ning Yin narrowed her eyes slightly, turned her gaze to the courtyard outside the window, and then retracted it.

"Miss."

He called her, and Yu Lingxi stood outside the door, looking back at him suspiciously.

Ning Yin walked towards Yu Lingxi, stood in front of her, and got close to her.

He raised his hand to caress Yu Lingxi's face, and she couldn't help trembling her eyelashes.

Ning Yin was so close that when she bent her head sideways, the tip of her nose almost touched her cheek. At such a close distance, Yu Lingxi could even see the shadows hanging from his eyelashes, the roots were distinct.

She held her breath subconsciously, but saw Ning Yin raised her hand to straighten her loose sleeping hair, and said in a low voice, "Hair is messed up."

He straightened his temple hair intimately and slowly. Under the setting sun, two shadows overlapped gently, like mandarin ducks entangled in their necks.

"Ahem!" There were two sudden low coughs in the courtyard.

Yu Lingxi suddenly turned around as if awakened from a start.

She saw the resolute and tall father standing under the magnolia tree, and her elder brother and elder sister with complex expressions standing on the left and right.

Naturally, they also saw the intimate and thought-provoking scene just now.

"Daddy."

Yu Lingxi was only flustered for a moment, then settled down, moved to block Ning Yin behind her and said, "Why are you here?"

All the servants in the courtyard were pushed back, and there was silence.

The setting sun was so thick that it turned red, Yu Yuan's face was serious like never before, his heavy eyes swept over his beautiful and well-behaved young daughter, and then fell on Ning Yin.

Yu Xinyi frowned, winked at her sister, and mouthed: "Sui Sui, come here!"

Yu Lingxi had a premonition in her heart, shook her head slightly, and stood in front of Ning Yin with her slender figure.

Yu Xinyi was anxious, and wanted to step forward to pull her sister over, but was stopped by Yu Huanchen's hand.

Yu Yuan looked at Ning Yin for a long time, his cheeks tensed, then he bent down very slowly and solemnly, and bowed to Ning Yin with fists in his hands.

Behind him, two generals, a son and a daughter, also clasped their fists one after another.

After the three of them saluted, Yu Lingxi swallowed, knowing that the day when Wei Qi returned to Ning Yin finally came.

Just as she was thinking, a big white hand fell on her shoulder and patted her gently lovingly.

"Don't be afraid, Miss." Ning Yin came out from behind her.

Even when he was so nervous, he still didn't change his face, and even smiled with interest, "It seems that General Yu wants to talk to me."

"Ning Yin." Yu Lingxi called him hastily.

She hoped that Ning Yin could show her best side to Dad, so she looked at him seriously and said in a low voice, "We must have a good talk."

Hearing this, both Yu Huanchen and Yu Xinyi raised their heads: Sui Sui... What are you calling the Seventh Prince?

…

At the end of the unitary year, the sky was dark with dusk and night intertwined, and a round moon hung gently on the tip of the tree.

The door of the study room has been closed for half an hour.

"That's why you're so worried about him?" Yu Huanchen glanced at the serious Yaomei.

Yu Lingxi had a bowl of cool tea soup by her hand, and she didn't even use the pepper powder, which she likes to refresh herself on weekdays.

Yu Lingxi was indeed worried.

Although Ning Yin's madness and paranoia have subsided a lot, which is very different from her previous life, she still can't control her father's mind.

After all, the matter of courtiers standing in line is like a big gamble with all their resources, and it is no joke.

"Will Dad make things difficult for him?" Yu Lingxi asked.

"If he is really the Seventh Prince, it will be confirmed that he is the only one behind to embarrass father."

Yu Xinyi on the side laughed angrily, and stretched out his hand to pinch the soft flesh on his sister's cheek, "If Yu Huanchen hadn't discussed with me today, I wouldn't have known that Sui Sui hid such a big Buddha in the mansion, it's really hard!"

Yu Huanchen's expression was unusually serious.

He secretly observed these days, and found that the Seventh Prince was indeed a smart and good at dormant person. And there is only a thin line between a clever master of layout and a lunatic who plays with people's hearts.

He even suspected that the Yu family might not have been able to find out his whereabouts if Ning Yin hadn't taken the initiative to leak traces to attract people.

Previously, Yu Huanchen couldn't figure out what the Seventh Prince's purpose was in taking such a risk and revealing his identity to the Yu family.

But now he understands that he is forcing the Yu family to make a choice.

The Yu family made this decision very difficult.

After his father returned from court, after struggling for half a day, he still decided to face the emperor's heir who had been in exile for many years in person.

Yu Huanchen thought for a while, and asked: "Today, the emperor sent an imperial edict to see his father in private. Will Sui Sui know what's going on?"

Yu Lingxi shook her head. Her father and brother protected her very well, and they rarely told her about the court's intrigues.

Yu Huanchen said: "The emperor also met with Xue Youxiang and the admiral and **** Cui An, intending to divide the military power of the Yu family and form a situation where civil servants, servants, and generals stand against each other. The emperor has already begun to suspect and suppress the Yu family. Sui Sui should be able to guess the only reason why he can do it."

Yu Lingxi could naturally guess.

The emperor had heard something and used this to warn everyone in the Yu family: the king is still alive, so don't stand in the wrong team.

Yu Lingxi curled her fingers slightly, raised her eyes and said, "When suspicion arises, it's like a crack that cannot be healed. Since this is the case, we have no other way out."

"It's not that simple, Sui Sui."

Yu Huanchen went to the door and checked, making sure there was no one there, and then he closed the door and said, "Even if the Seventh Prince is really worthy of our support, he must not be certified in the Yu Mansion, and he must not enter the court hall from the Yu Mansion." .”

Yu Lingxi understood.

She clenched her fingers tightly and said softly: "Because once this happens, he will be charged with forming a party for personal gain. From the moment he returns to the palace, he will be suppressed by fear, and he will never have a bright future."

"good."

Yu Huanchen said in a low voice: "The current strategy is to retreat to advance and fight for a chance."

Just as he was talking, the door of the study creaked open.

Yu Lingxi got up immediately, pushed open the door of the flower hall and went up to meet her.

The hall was brightly lit, and Ning Yin and Yu Yuan came out one after the other.

"Daddy."

Yu Lingxi first glanced at her father worriedly, then turned her gaze to Ning Yin.

Ning Yin still looked calm and smiling, not much different from before entering the study. On the other hand, Yu Yuan's face became more serious.

General Yu sighed, his voice slowed down: "My dear girl, go and have dinner with your mother first."

Yu Lingxi responded, and glanced at Ning Yin again, Fang said "Oh" in a low voice, and turned to walk towards the side hall.

Yu Yuan bid farewell to Ning Yinlue, then looked at the eldest son and eldest daughter, and said solemnly: "You two, come in with me."

The door of the study room was closed again, Ning Yin looked up at the remnant stars in the sky for a moment, then drew the line of her lips, and stepped down the stone steps with her hands behind her back.

Passing through the atrium and turning around the moon gate, he paused, then stretched out his hand without looking sideways, and pulled out Yu Lingxi who was hiding in the shadow behind the rockery.

"If Miss is lurking and assassinating here, I'm afraid I'm dead right now."

Ning Yin pinched Yu Lingxi's earlobe lightly, and was still in the mood to tease her.

"Hey, who wants to assassinate you?"

Yu Lingxi poohed to get rid of the bad luck, Fang straightened his wrinkled collar, and asked in a low voice, "What did daddy tell you?"

Ning Yin's eyes were dark and deep, like an unfathomable black mist, she looked at her and asked, "What does Miss want him to say?"

Yu Lingxi looked back at him, and said, "No matter how difficult the future is, I naturally hope that you and father can work together and be safe and smooth."

Ning Yin laughed, and the black mist in her eyes cleared away like a mountain mist, and asked: "When the miss allowed me to leave the house, I took one thing with me, did it still count?"

Yu Lingxi is not a person who does not believe what he says, so he nodded and asked, "Why bring this up all of a sudden?"

She actually felt a little conflicted, hoping that he would get back everything that belonged to him as soon as possible, but also afraid that he would leave tomorrow.

Ning Yin didn't answer, but raised her hand to twirl a strand of her hair that was blown loose by the night wind, and said meaningfully: "Miss remembers this sentence, that's enough."

study.

"He does have a unique token of the royal family on him, and it cannot be faked."

Sitting in the chair, Yu Yuan said in a deep voice, "At such a young age, he can control the entire negotiation process in his hands, and he can advance and retreat with certainty... Sui Sui is right, this son is definitely not something in the pool."

Even more profound and powerful than they imagined.

Yu Huanchen looked at his solemn father and asked, "What terms did the Seventh Prince discuss with you?"

Recalling the conversation in the study just now, Yu Yuan's complexion became darker.

…

Thunderstorms in summer are always unexpected and come as soon as they are said.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the emperor opened a memorial, frowned, and then opened another.

I read several books in a row, all of which were sent by the Ministry of Rites and the Yushitai, about verifying the rumors that the Seventh Prince was still alive, imploring the emperor to verify his identity as soon as possible, and take back the treasure left by the sea, so as to continue the emperor's heir.

The emperor threw the memorial aside and pinched the space between his brows wearily.

Concubine Li is indeed a rare beauty in the world. It was true that he wanted to grab it at all costs, and it was also true that he hated her indifference and stubbornness.

When the initial passion faded and the cinnabar mole turned into mosquito blood, the existence of this child became a huge stain on his path to enlightenment.

He even hoped that Concubine Li and Lao Qi would just disappear like this, and completely erase the stain of killing their brother and seizing their sister-in-law, so he acquiesced...

Forget it, why do you think about these old things.

The old **** at the side saw the emperor's heart troubles, knelt forward and rubbed his shoulders and beat his legs. After observing for a long time, he dared to whisper: "If your majesty lets it go, the rumors will become more violent. According to this old servant, it is better to Pushing the boat along the way, on the contrary, it seems that His Majesty loves his son as fate, fulfilling His Majesty's benevolent and magnanimous reputation... Besides, General Yu has already written a letter agreeing to hand over the power, and the matter of giving marriage is also on the agenda, His Majesty's worries have been resolved, so you can rest easy."

"It's not a big deal to bring him back. It's better to keep him under my nose than to let him run amok outside."

The emperor thought about it, "It's just that Lao Qi has no right to inherit the throne. It's not good to be too smart. We have to pull out his minions and let him keep his own place."

…

On a rainy day, there are few brothel customers.

Only a few pipa dingdongs in the distance added a little lightness to the dull weather.

Upstairs in the tea room, the broken halberd bowed his head and said: "Your Highness, everything has been arranged properly, only waiting for the final east wind."

"Dongfeng?"

Ning Yin leaned against the carved window, her slender knuckles twirling the short blade, "It's up to me to decide when to close the net, not the east wind."

"Your subordinate has made a mistake!" Broken halberd, carrying heavy sword on his back, knelt down and pleaded guilty.

Ning Yin knew the emperor too well. The matter of killing his brother and seizing his wife back then was his weakness. He would never allow this stain to be uncovered.

He sneered, and glanced at Zheji: "Where is that maidservant from the Zhao Mansion?"

Broke the halberd and said: "I have settled in the woodshed here according to His Highness's instructions."

"very good."

Ning Yin looked at the silver basin on the desk, his cold eyes were reflected in the light brown water waves.

In the basin was a six-inch piece of top-quality white jade, which had been soaked in water for two days and two nights, and it was easily stained.

He fished out the soaked white jade, wiped it carefully with a cotton kerchief, then turned the blade and cut his finger under the surprised gaze of the broken halberd.

First there was a thin line of blood, and then large drops of blood gushed out, dripping down in a single line.

Ning Yin lowered her eyes halfway, raised her hand casually, and let the dark red blood drip on the jade until it was stained with a cloud-like rosy red.

How can those hairpins made of vulgar jade be worthy of Yu Lingxi?

He raised the line of his lips, and his black eyes melted into a pleasant smile.