Jingwang Mansion is majestic and quiet, and there is no lingering aftertaste of Shangyuan New Year.

The bedroom was spacious, and with the door closed, Yu Lingxi was shrouded in Ning Yin's shadow.

"What are you doing?" Yu Lingxi's voice tightened.

Didn't he say that he engraved a private seal for her? Why did he take off his clothes?

"Look at the seal."

Ning Yin untied the belt with one hand, and a faint smile flashed across Mo Mo's eyes, "Miss, isn't this hand the best at teasing?"

Yu Lingxi was pushed on the couch, thinking that his eyes were crazy and beautiful at the moment, and he probably tricked her into stamping in some unspeakable position.

After all, she has a special body today. She produces and sells her own products, so maybe she even saved ink pads.

Yu Lingxi was amazed at how indecisive she was at the moment, but in front of Ning Yin, no matter how indecorous she was, it was reasonable.

"It's really not working these days."

She put her hands on Ning Yin's shoulders, thought for a while, and said softly, "I'm suffering, I don't want to have fun."

Ning Yin gently rubbed her waist, not letting go.

"Go to Tangchi."

His cold and handsome face does not show much desire, but it makes people's hearts itch.

"In the past few days, I...can't take a bath."

Yu Lingxi doesn't want to have a "Manjianghong", it's not good for her health.

Ning Yin raised her brows slightly, grabbed Yu Lingxi's hand and pressed it to her heart, and snorted softly, "It's the young lady who is eager to get a seal, and the coquettish one is also the young lady."

"I don't want to either. Who can control the body?"

Yu Lingxi muttered softly, got up again and said, "I'm going to sleep outside."

She usually sleeps well, but she doesn't sleep well during special periods and loves to move around at night. In her previous life, in order not to provoke a big lunatic, she would consciously sleep in a separate bed for a few days every month.

Before she could get up completely, her wrist was grabbed, and she fell back to the edge of the couch.

"Sit down."

Ning Yin's voice was faint, but it had a strength that could not be refuted.

He stood up and opened the door, gave some instructions, and after a short while, the servants came in one after another carrying silver basins and hot water, bath towels and underwear.

Yu Lingxi glanced at it, and even saw two thin and neat...menstrual cloths on the folded clothes?

She coughed lightly and turned her eyes away.

The attendants put down the washing objects in a hurry, then bowed and quietly exited, closing the door, as familiar as marionettes.

Ning Yin understood the robe slowly, and rolled up the cuffs, revealing a white and firm forearm.

Yu Lingxi didn't realize what he was going to do until he sprinkled dried flowers to repel the cold into the silver basin and half-kneeled beside the skirt with one knee on the ground.

So surprised that her first reaction was to shrink her toes back.

"No need, I'll do it myself."

When Ning Yin raised her eyes, Yu Lingxi stopped moving.

The skirt was pushed up above the knee, exposing the inner hakama and the white shapely calf. Then the slender ankles were held by warm hands, and the embroidered shoes and socks were removed.

Yu Lingxi's feet are small and exquisite, as if they were carved from fine nephrite jade, with light powder on the toes. Ning Yin shook hands, compared them with her own palms, and came to a conclusion curiously: "Miss's How come the feet are not as wide as my palms."

He is addicted to calling "Miss" today, and his lazy and low tone is bewitching like a demon.

Yu Lingxi curled up her toes: "It's cool."

"I want to eat lotus seed meat." Ning Yin looked at her feet and said suddenly.

Yu Lingxi was puzzled, but Ning Yin laughed and pinched her little toe.

Yu Lingxi understood, and her ears burned, "Where does it look like lotus seeds?"

"It doesn't look like it. Miss's toes are much whiter and tender than lotus seeds."

Ning Yin twiddled again, and then reluctantly submerged her feet in the hot water.

Yu Lingxi let out a soft snort when wrapped in just the right amount of heat.

Ning Yin picked up the handkerchief beside her and wiped her hands.

His knuckles are slender and powerful, with just the right tendons on the back of his hand, slightly raised, tough and beautiful. Not as scary as his veins elsewhere...

"Miss is thinking about something, her face is blushing."

Ning Yin kept wiping her hands and looked at her.

His eyes were so deep and beautiful that Yu Lingxi subconsciously covered her cheek as if she had been read through her mind.

Then he heard a vicious but pleasant chuckle, and it was not difficult to see from Ning Yin's slightly curved eyes that this guy was teasing her again.

Yu Lingxi put down her hand and stepped on the water in the silver basin embarrassingly.

With a splash, a few drops of water splashed on Ning Yin's chin.

Yu Lingxi groaned, and hurriedly raised her sleeve to wipe it off apologetically, but there was a sly smile in her eyes: "Did you get wet?"

Ning Yin didn't blink, wiped the water stains on her chin with her fingertips, and said slowly: "It's not the first time I got wet, I'm used to it."

Yu Lingxi was startled, then curled up her toes, wishing she could pour a basin of water on Ning Yin.

"Go take a shower and change clothes, don't freeze yourself." She urged on the edge of the couch.

Ning Yin rubbed the water stains on her fingers and rubbed them against Yu Lingxi's skirt bit by bit, then she got up and went to the clean room.

Yu Lingxi soaked her feet warmly, scrubbed her body clean, took off the white jade Ruiyun hairpin from her hair, undressed and rolled onto the bed.

There was a low cabinet beside the bed. Yu Lingxi remembered that there was such a cabinet beside Ning Yin's bed in her previous life, and she didn't know what was in it.

Yu Lingxi subconsciously reached out her hand, but when she touched the drawer, she paused slightly and retracted it.

Feeling cold and tired these two days, she yawned and closed her eyes peacefully towards Ning Yin's pillow.

In the clean room, the lamps and lanterns are dim and shadowy, and the waves are like scales.

With her hair disheveled, Ning Yin walked slowly out of the waist-deep soup pool. Water drops streaked across the prickly white chest, filled with hot air, and the word "Lingxi" on it was as bright and red as blood.

He simply wiped it off, put on his clothes and walked towards the bedroom.

Pushing open the door, the candles were flickering, and the person on the couch was wrapped in a bedding and sleeping soundly, as quiet as a budding flower.

Ning Yin leaned on the head of the couch, stretched out her finger to press the corner of her mouth, and pushed it up.

"So stupid."

He said in a low voice, with a bit of pity, "I actually went to beg Yu Huanchen."

Yu Lingxi was awakened by the noise, and vaguely held his fingers and said, "Don't make trouble, go to sleep."

Ning Yin let out a muffled laugh, bit her ear tips, lifted the quilt and lay down, hugged Yu Lingxi forcefully, and held her in her arms.

In this position, Yu Lingxi fell off the pillow directly, so she had to adjust the angle and rub against his arms.

The lights were on, and Ning Yin's open skirt revealed a large area of ​​hard white, and Yu Lingxi vaguely saw a very faint red mark, which seemed to be some kind of lettering.

However, when she struggled to get out of the chaos and opened her eyes to take a closer look, the redness disappeared again.

Maybe you read it wrong?

She leaned against that chest, and closed her eyes again after a while.

A sweet night without dreams.

…

Just after dawn, Yu Lingxi woke up.

Sure enough, the seat beside him was empty, and it felt cold to the touch.

"Where is the prince?"

Yu Lingxi yawned and got up, her black hair and snow skin, she was so lazy and charming that even the maids who came in to serve her felt their hearts tremble.

"Back to the girl, Wang Ye entered the palace when he was Mao."

The palace maid replied respectfully, not too many words, but not too many words.

Yu Lingxi woke up for a while propped on the edge of the couch, thinking: Could it be that the matter of the remnant party has not been resolved yet?

In the Ministry of Rites, the hall is solemn.

Qin Tianjian and Minister of the Ministry of Rites bowed and lined up on both sides, looking at His Royal Highness Jing Wang who was sitting leisurely on the main seat, and wiped the sweat that did not exist on his chin.

Qin Tianjian was the first to speak, and offered the day that had been selected out of thousands of thousands of people: "According to the calculations of the old officials, August 16th will be full of flowers and full moon, and the sky will be clear and clear. It is an auspicious day that is rare in ten years. House…"

Ning Yin tapped her fingers one after another, raised her eyebrows and said, "August?"

"Uh…"

The prisoner paused, quickly dipped his index finger into his mouth, quickly turned a page and said, "August is, it's a bit late, the old minister has prepared two days, and the ninth day of May is also an auspicious day."

Seeing that Ning Yin didn't raise his eyes, the supervisor shook his beard again and said, "April 12th is fine."

Du, du... King Jing laughed.

He is obviously a handsome man like heaven and man, but when he smiles, it makes people feel chills down the spine for no reason.

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites winked, and then the supervisor tremblingly said: "Perhaps, the eighteenth next month?"

Eighteen?

Ning Yin reckoned: One month is enough to clean up.

The tapping of the knuckles stopped, and the Minister of Rites immediately cupped his hands and said, "I'm going to go down and arrange the three books and six ceremonies, and present the list of ceremonies to His Highness for review tomorrow."

"My lord is only married this time, and I will trouble you, my lords."

Ning Yin stood up and walked out of the palace gate leisurely with her hands behind her back.

Who can bear His Royal Highness Jing Wang's "Thank you"?

It's called polite words, but it's actually pressure. If you dare to mess up Jing Wang's "only" wedding banquet, even ten heads are not enough to lose.

Minister of Rites and Jianzheng knelt to see each other off in panic, and said in unison: "I will do my best!"

In February of Yangchun, the willows on the banks of the Qujiang River in the south of the city are hanging silk, curling up in fresh green.

The childish boy ran across the alley with the windmill in hand, almost hitting the oncoming carriage.

The arm was clenched, and the child raised his head in a daze, and saw a solemn and clear face.

"It's just a child, don't be nervous."

A deliberately hoarse voice came from the carriage, very light and deep.

Only then did Xue Song let go, and said to the inside of the car, "Yes, Lord..."

Mindful of the presence of outsiders, Xue Song stopped his voice.

A beautiful hand like a woman stretched out from inside the carriage, with a little sawdust on it, gently placing a few candies in the child's hand.

"Let's go play," said the person in the car.

The child got to eat, and ran away happily, the curtains of the car closed again, and drove slowly towards the north.

Xue Song looked around and asked the guards to stay outside to watch out, while he entered a secluded courtyard.

Walking to the innermost floor of the courtyard, he nodded slightly and signaled the attendants to unlock the door.

With a creak, dazzling light poured in, and the moon-white figure by the window squinted subconsciously.

"The willows are twitching, right? The wind smells like early spring."

Xue Cen turned his gentle face and looked at Xue Song.

Xue Song closed the door, and the bright spring sun disappeared in an instant, leaving only endless darkness.

"I told my father and grandfather that you will be away from home for more than a month when you go out to study."

Xue Song put the sandalwood box on the table, looked at the rice paper with the word "Lingxi" written all over it, frowned, "Everything is fine at home, you don't have to worry about it."

"I didn't know that elder brother bought such a courtyard."

Even though he was imprisoned in this square inch of land, Xue Cen still kept the arrogance of a Confucian scholar, and said softly: "Brother, what you have done will make the family safe, or will it never be peaceful?"

"You won't understand me."

The veins on Xue Song's neck bulged, and he said in a deep voice, "A person like you who grew up in a honey pot has been placed with great expectations since childhood. Of course, you don't understand how it feels to be trampled by the shadow under your feet."

Xue Cen was startled, looked at the somewhat unfamiliar elder brother in front of him, and murmured: "What are you talking about, brother?"

"You are the one who is as gentle as jade, you are the one who attracts everyone's attention, and you are the one who made a marriage contract with the Yu family... You have gained all the benefits since childhood, of course you don't understand how I feel."

Xue Song said indifferently, "Obviously I am the eldest grandson of the Xue family, but the world only knows Guangfeng Jiyue Xue Erlang. How can I remember that there is an unknown boss in the Xue family? I worked hard to become an official and climbed to the household department with my own ability." As a servant, which one of the fathers and grandfathers would look at me in the eyes, and have even half a word of praise for me?"

"So my brother hid it from Xue's family and took refuge in another mountain?"

Xue Cen's eyes were red, "Brother controlled the movement of the deposed prince from my grandfather, and spied on the news of the Yu family from me, all of this is to provide convenience for your real master behind the scenes...Brother, did you ever Are you worthy of the family and friendship that were taken advantage of?"

Xue Song didn't show any emotion on his face.

"A man exists in this world for nothing but fame and fortune. I just want to prove to my grandfather that my choice is right."

Xue Song turned around and said word by word, "I am the pillar of the Xue family."

"Brother..."

"Prince Jing, Ning Yin, is engaged to Yu Lingxi."

Xue Cen's unfinished words were stuffed in his throat, and his face quickly turned pale.

He had expected that today would come, but when he really heard the news, it was still like a sharp knife piercing his chest, causing severe pain.

"Your childhood sweetheart wife who never married is about to marry someone else."

Xue Song sneered, "King Jing is just like his fatuous and cruel father who whitewashes peace. He only snatches other people's wives. But you, A Cen, you can only hide in the corner and cry like a coward. "

"do not talk…"

"From now on, when you look at your childhood sweetheart, you have to kneel down and call her 'Wang Concubine'... No, for a weak and incompetent person like you, you must not even dare to meet her."

"do not talk!"

Xue Cen clenched his fists and said in a trembling voice, "Stop talking, brother."

Xue Song got his wish. Seeing Xue Cen's expression on the verge of collapse, he slowed down his voice: "Don't you want to take it all back, A Cen?"

As if a muffled thunder fell in his heart, Xue Cen suddenly raised his red eyes.

Xue Song opened the sandalwood box, revealing a pair of extremely beautiful dragon and phoenix glass cups and a black porcelain bottle that had been prepared.

He said: "Go and wish her a happy wedding, she will not defend you."

Xue Cen took a step back, staggered and fell into the chair.

"Do not…"

There was no trace of blood on his bright face, and he said in disbelief, "What are you going to do, brother?"

"Don't worry, she won't die. My goal is Prince Jing."

Xue Song said in a deep voice, "After King Jing died, you took her far away."

Xue Cen still looked at him in disbelief, as if it was the first time he knew this brother who was a sibling with him.

"You are my brother, I will not force you."

Not getting a reply from Xue Cen, Xue Song put away the glass cup and medicine bottle, "Since you don't want her, I don't have to keep her either. I will let you out after the matter is done."

Xue Song walked towards the door with the sandalwood box in his arms.

The sound of tables and chairs falling from behind came, Xue Cen said eagerly: "Brother..."

Xue Song stopped in his tracks.

"You swear, you won't use me to harm her." Xue Cen's jaw trembled.

"I swear." Xue Song did not hesitate.

After a long silence, Xue Cen slowly closed his eyes.

The rolling Adam's apple swallowed tears, and his voice was as rough as sandpaper: "...Okay, I promise you."