There is no charcoal fire in the house, and the air is freezing cold, but the big hand gently pinching his waist is so warm and powerful.

All of Yu Lingxi's hair was pushed to one shoulder and hung down, and the wet and cool mouse whisker pen was swimming on the waist. A line of writing was not finished, and there was a tendency to continue down.

"...Itchy." She clenched her fingers on the edge of the desk, and couldn't help shivering.

The hand on the side of the waist tightened, and squeezed again. This skin whitening is too delicate, it is not too ink-stained, and the black handwriting against the white skin is almost coquettish.

Ning Yin slowly put away her pen, her voice hoarse: "What is Suisui's body made of, it's so soft and smooth."

He lowered his head and sniffed, and concluded: "It's still fragrant."

Yu Lingxi, who was still feeling cold just now, became hot again.

If she had been in the palace before, she would have taken Ning Yin's penchant for granted. But right now, she is in her own mansion after all, and she is not so comfortable when she thinks that her siblings may follow, or that someone may pass by outside the room.

"Nonsense." Yu Lingxi subconsciously wanted to put on a coat to cover it up.

"No hurries."

Ning Yin pressed down on her coat, "It hasn't been sealed yet."

Yu Lingxi choked when she caught a glimpse of the familiar Moyu private seal...

He actually carried this thing with him!

"If I knew this earlier, I wouldn't have given you this piece of jade back then."

Yu Lingxi muttered in annoyance, her cheeks were a little more lively and charming.

"The gentle white jade is not by my side, so I can only use the cold black jade to relieve the pain of lovesickness."

Ning Yin spoke solemnly, her knuckles had pulled down her skirt.

Without ink pad, he frowned imperceptibly.

Seeing that the people behind her hadn't moved for a long time, Yu Lingxi could no longer hold on to the remaining shame, so she couldn't help but buried her face in Ning Yin's arms, and said embarrassingly, "How long do I need to freeze? Hurry up."

A conniving chuckle came from behind.

I don't know what Ning Yin was up to, but after a while, the warm black jade seal was lightly covered below her waist.

Ning Yin picked up the sleeve robe and wiped her fingers, then leaned over, the tip of her handsome nose ran down her waistline, and her thin lips were printed on the ink stain on her waist.

With a quiet and pious kiss, Yu Lingxi felt a warm current go up her waist and spread all over her limbs.

It's terrible.

She blushed, couldn't help shaking her shoulders, and sneezed.

The person behind untied the cloak and embraced her, the man's scorching body temperature dispelled the coldness of the end of winter.

Yu Lingxi was greedy for the warmth and thickness of this piece, so she unconsciously relaxed her body and leaned against his embrace, thinking for a while: "This is not fair."

"Huh?" Ning Yin pinched her chin lightly.

Yu Lingxi raised her eyes to look at him, and snorted softly, "I want to carve a seal too, to leave a unique mark on you."

"So it's because of this."

Ning Yin rubbed the corner of her lips lightly with her thumb, "I'll engrave it for you later."

"Really?" Yu Lingxi was surprised at his obedience.

Ning Yin's lacquered eyes fainted with excitement, and she played with her temples slowly and said: "When I find all the paint, I will engrave it for Sui Sui."

pigment?

Does seal engraving need paint?

Yu Lingxi didn't know much about handicrafts, so her doubts were soon allayed by expectations.

Ning Yin has broad shoulders, broad legs, long waist and narrow waist. Her body is extremely vigorous, and her skin is paler than ordinary people. If she gets a bright red seal, she will definitely...

She couldn't imagine that scene in her previous life.

It must be because of Ning Yin's influence that she became dishonest.

Yu Lingxi decided to find some serious topics, thought for a while and said softly, "Ning Yin, do you want to be emperor?"

Ning Yin's voice was calm and light, hitting the nail on the head: "General Yu, or Yu Huanchen?"

"I want to ask myself." Yu Lingxi said.

She didn't doubt Ning Yin's intentions at all. The love of the little lunatic is always passionate and paranoid, and another aspect of paranoia is the special affection that is different from ordinary people.

She was just not sure if she could shoulder the responsibility of being the mother of the world.

"Want to be emperor?" Ning Yin asked without changing his face.

Yu Lingxi didn't pay attention to the weirdness of his words for a while, and subconsciously shook her head: "I don't really think about it..."

Then he shook his head and sighed softly: "I don't know."

If Ning Yin wants to seize the throne and stand taller, she should not be bound by Ning Yin.

"What do you think?" Yu Lingxi asked.

"I want to talk about love."

Ning Yin blinked her eyes and spoke more clearly, "Go and talk on the couch."

Yu Lingxi hurriedly held down his lowering hand, and backed away a little: "I'm at home, don't..."

"I want to celebrate the new year." Ning Yin pinched her waist.

Yu Lingxi's whole body softened immediately, she hurriedly broke away from his embrace, and hurriedly put together the scattered middle coat and winter coat.

Ning Yin gave a low laugh, raised her hand to sniff the girly fragrance left on her knuckles, and kissed it on her lips.

In her own mansion, Yu Lingxi didn't dare to be too indulgent, so she sent Ning Yin out of the mansion before dark.

Ning Yin sat on the carriage with no expression on her face, her eyes were so deep that she could swallow anyone.

For someone with his temper, today is already a great tolerance.

"Tomorrow, the king will come to pick you up."

Ning Yin left such a sentence, regardless of Yu Yuan's expression, and let the attendant drive away.

Yu Lingxi turned her head, glanced at Yu Yuan cautiously, and said with a smile, "Father, isn't your daughter's vision for choosing her husband very good?"

The daughter smiled brightly, but Yu Yuan's heart sank like a sea.

After a while, he let out a long sigh, raised his hand and patted his daughter's shoulder, and left without saying anything.

When Yu Lingxi returned to the room, the first thing she did was to close the doors and windows and take off her clothes. She stood with her back to the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror for changing clothes, and turned her head to look at the love poem on her back.

But that angle was too tricky, so she had no choice but to pick up the dressing mirror and adjust the angle one by one.

Her slender waist curled like snow, and the ink-colored handwriting was faintly visible.

Yu Lingxi originally thought that Ning Yinding was writing some teasing words like "New Year's Eve", but after looking at the front and back mirrors for a long time, she only saw the eight words that were bold and easy:

[A thousand years of age, a consonant eternal joy]

The seal next to the handwriting is not the bright red of the usual inkpad, but a dark red.

Yu Lingxi slowly put down the diamond-shaped mirror, her clothes were half-faded, and stood in front of the mirror for a long time.

How to do? She raised her hand to her cheek.

Like, can't wait for tomorrow.

…

Jingwangfu, Tangchi.

The mist was thick, and the handsome man stood in the middle of the huge pool, exposing his vigorous and slender upper body, his black hair hung down his waist, and the fine water droplets ran along his collarbone, across the white scar on his chest, and flowed through the gully of his waist and abdomen. , eventually falling into the water.

"Your Highness, witnesses have been arranged."

The tall shadow of the broken halberd was cast on the door, and dutifully reported the news, "It's just the medical records of the Tai Hospital back then, but it is difficult to recover."

Ning Yin closed her eyes, and said with a smile: "Let the chess pieces from the Imperial Hospital run around, and you will know if the queen has given birth or not."

"The subordinate understands."

Folding the halberd, "I also found the red blood that His Highness asked someone to look for."

Seeing that Ning Yin acquiesced, Zheji opened the door of the palace, held the tray in both hands and said: "Do you want your subordinates to help?"

"No need." Ning Yin raised her finger.

Zha Ji put the tray on the desk by the pool, and retreated with fists in his hands.

Ning Yin opened her black eyes, stepped up the stone steps against the water mist, grabbed the towel beside her and wiped her body.

A white jade box was placed in the tray on the table, through the transparent jade, the red dye contained in it could be faintly seen.

Ning Yin threw the half-wet bath towel aside, then picked up a silver needle in the tray, laid it on the candlestick's fireworks calmly and set it on fire.

He looked at the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror for a long time, and pressed the silver needle stained with red dye to his chest.

One stitch at a time, pierced bright red writing on the scar on the heart.

The dark red liquid condensed into beads, and it was hard to tell whether it was dye or blood.

An hour later, the bright red word "Lingxi" appeared faintly on his cold white and firm chest.

She is the kindness on the tip of his heart, and the name engraved on the scar.

Hidden on the soft couch was a moon-white Xinyi, Ning Yin picked it up and wiped away the blood oozed from her chest.

In this way, the traces of him and her are forever fused together.

The candle was flickering, Ning Yin was undressed, she found a chair and sat down with crossed legs, looking at herself naked in the mirror.

At the very beginning, when he just came out of the soup pool, the color of the tattoo was extremely bright red.

But after drying for a while, the word "consonance" gradually faded as the body temperature dropped, and finally merged with the skin color.

Satisfied, Ning Yin put the silver needle back into the tray, got up and grabbed a robe and put it on.

See you tomorrow, I hope Yu Yuan has figured it out, otherwise...

Ning Yin's lips moved slightly, and she raised her hand to touch her heart.