When Yu Lingxi woke up, her waist was still sore.

Clothes and pamphlets were scattered on the ground in a mess, and Ning Yin rarely got up early, lying on her side on the side of the couch to take a nap, with a tight silhouette faintly showing under the loose skirt.

Yu Lingxi lowered her eyes and took a closer look. The magnificent tattoo had faded away and turned into a cold white again.

She couldn't help stretching out her index finger, and as soon as she touched her heart, Ning Yin raised her hand and grabbed it, wrapping it in her palm.

"Want to see the seal?"

He opened his eyelashes, and there was a lively smile in his lacquered eyes.

Yu Lingxi moved her sore and numb waist, pulled back her fingers wisely and said, "No, no, I have to go to the temple to see the ceremony today."

Ning Yin remained indifferent, and said in a low voice, "I really want to see Sui Sui's seal."

After finishing speaking, he slowly lifted the quilt, leaned over and kissed it.

When the palace maid came in to clean up, Yu Lingxi couldn't see it.

Fortunately, the palace servants in the palace are well-trained, they never look at what they shouldn't look at, and never ask what they shouldn't ask. Only then did she regain a bit of the brazenness of the Israeli servants in her previous life.

Not to mention that she is a serious hostess now, and she will gradually calm down.

At the hour of Chen, Yu Lingxi finished dressing up and changed into a dignified kimono, gold hairpins and flowers complement each other, and drove with Ning Yin to the Taimiao to worship.

The imperial army was responsible for escorting and clearing the way, while Yu Xinyi led the Baiqisi to guard the sides of the chariot. Seeing that her younger sister was taken care of submissively, her face was even more beautiful than before, and this heroic female general showed a smile of approval in her eyes.

"Sister, how is Xue Cen?"

Before getting in the car, Yu Lingxi took the opportunity of meeting her sister to ask a question.

"I vomited blood once this morning, but he didn't die. Yu Huanchen and the imperial physician took turns to diagnose and treat him day and night."

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Yu Xinyi was full of anger, "Those two idiots took all the blame on themselves, and he was the only one who killed and poisoned him, and he wanted to die and apologize. Xue Erlang, who is so powerful, kills people, who would believe him? I don’t know what’s going on in my head if I’m still trying to excuse the real murderer at a time like this.”

Yu Lingxi pressed the line of her lips.

She knew that ever since Xue Cen drank that glass of poisoned wine, he had no intention of living.

The love killing of the hatred of taking one's wife and the assassination of the prince are two different things. The former only needs one person's life to pay, while the latter will bring disaster to the whole family.

Xue Cen wanted to use his own death to protect the entire Xue family. He always naively thought that there would be a way to get the best of both worlds.

"Sui Sui's little eyes are rolling around, what is he thinking?"

As soon as the car sank, it was Ning Yin who was wearing a sandalwood royal robe and sat up.

Yu Lingxi returned to her senses, raised her eyes and smiled: "The sky is a bit gloomy, I don't know if it will rain."

Floating clouds obscured the sun, and the wind made the bells of the cars jingle.

Ning Yin opened her eyelids, and then curled her lips: "Really? Look at me, the sun is quite dazzling."

Yu Lingxi glanced at the dark sky outside the palace wall, and said amusedly, "You're coaxing me again, where is the sun?"

Ning Yin didn't speak, and looked at her for a long time, then raised her finger, and nodded her bright eyes from the air.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, filled with broken light, like a river of stars.

The Taimiao is grand and solemn, with rows of spiritual seats standing upright like mountains and forests, and bright lights like a sea, reflecting Ning Yin's calm and indifferent face.

He didn't show the slightest reverence for these things, and when he stared down at the spirit card, he even carried a little bit of sarcasm.

If it wasn't for telling the world that Yu Lingxi was his wife, and for all the officials to prostrate and bow down under her skirt, Ning Yin would not have bothered to set foot here.

After a cutscene in Taimiao, Yuche set off for the palace.

According to the etiquette system, after seeing the ceremony in the temple, the princess still needs to go to Changyang Palace to meet the emperor.

"The old emperor will enjoy it. The imperial garden and the spring scenery of Penglai Pool are both good."

Ning Yin said, "If Sui Sui is fine, you can go there for a walk, and you don't have to go to Changyang Palace, it's not clean."

Ning Yin was the first person who dared to dislike the uncleanness of the emperor's residence.

"Are you not entering the palace?" Yu Lingxi asked hurriedly.

"So reluctant to be your husband?"

Ning Yin seemed to laugh very slowly, with an elegant and deep voice, "To catch fish, I can only feel sorry for Sui Sui to entertain myself for a while."

That fish, of course, slipped through the net.

Xue Song?

After thinking about it, Yu Lingxi hooked Gou Ningyin's palm, and said with a smile: "Husband, I have something to tell you, don't be angry."

Ning Yinye turned her eyes, her eyes were deep and calm.

Yu Lingxi always felt that Ning Yin must know what she was going to say. These beautiful and cold eyes could always see through all thoughts.

"If possible, I want you to spare Xue Cen's life."

Her eyes were clear, but she still spoke frankly.

Ning Yin raised the end of her eyes and said without expression: "You should know that I am not a magnanimous person."

"Because I know it, I don't want to have anything to do with it. But if Xue Cen fulfills everything with his death, it will forever be in my memory. Maybe many years later, I will still remember the glass of poisoned wine he drank."

Yu Lingxi squeezed his fingers under the cover of her sleeve robe and said, "I don't want to do this."

There is no need for anyone to complete the relationship between her and Ning Yin.

And the real culprit who took advantage of Xue Cen's stupidity should not go unpunished.

Ning Yin clasped her fingertips with his backhand, neither saying yes nor no.

"Does this golden bell sound nice?"

He asked an unrelated question.

Yu Lingxi froze for a moment, followed his line of sight, and saw two strings of tiny golden bells under the canopy swaying slightly with the movement of the car, making pleasant sounds.

She bent her eyes and said softly, "It sounds good."

Ning Yin, with an inscrutable and serious look, slowly narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Before sunset, I'll pick you up." Before getting out of the car, he said.

…

Ning Yin changed to a carriage and went to Dali Temple.

In the main hall where official business was handled, a man with dirty hands was huddled in a corner, blankly picking at the wooden figure in his hand.

King An ranked third among the princes, and he was a complete fool.

Last year when the crown prince forced the palace, King Jing cleared the court with thunderous force. The emperor probably sensed something, so he conferred the title of king on this idiot and the third prince, and moved him to the palace outside the palace.

The third prince is about twenty-four or five years old, but he is still as slender as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, with thin cheeks, and looks a bit feminine.

With his clumsy appearance, he was suddenly "invited" to this strange place, looking rather timid and dazed, his nails were full of sawdust and dripping with blood.

Ning Yin watched him play with the wooden man with great interest, without any anxiety.

"This king has received the wedding gift from the third brother."

He said lightly, "Now, it's my king's duty to return the gift."

"Who are you?" The Third Prince tilted his head slightly as if he didn't understand what he said.

His eyes were so dark that they almost lost their luster, and his whole body showed the stupidity of a puppet and clay figurine.

"The wooden man in your hand is not fun."

Ning Yin tapped her knuckles, "I will give you a moving one, how about it?"

When he raised his eyes, an attendant escorted a person up.

It's Xue Song.

He was tied to a wooden stake, he avoided the Third Prince, and looked at Ning Yin angrily.

"You kill me if you have the ability!" Xue Song scolded angrily.

"Kill? You are not qualified yet."

Ning Yin straightened her sleeve robe, "This king is newly married, it is not appropriate to see blood."

"you…"

Soon, Xue Song couldn't speak a complete sentence, and could only let out a painful roar.

Two quarters of an hour later, the joints of Xue Song's hands and feet drooped limply. Ning Yin raised his hand with a whip, and his hand lifted softly, touching his leg, and his leg swayed slightly, as if he could be manipulated to make any movement he wanted by just adding a few silk threads.

"Do you like this puppet?"

Ning Yin dropped the whip and asked in satisfaction.

The third prince stared at Xue Song who seemed to be fished out of the water, stayed for a long while, and said softly, "I like it."

Ning Yin nodded: "Brother Sanhuang was able to live to the end for a reason. It's a pity..."

He laughed, and raised his hand to touch the acupuncture point on the back of the third prince's head: "Unfortunately, if you stay a fool all your life, you can live for a long time."

"what are you doing?"

Xue Song opened his eyes wide, and his red eyes roared, "Let him go!"

Memories flashed through his mind, and Xue Song remembered the years when he was young and cuddled together, and remembered all the humiliation and long talks all night.

He is unknown in the Xue family, living in the shadows. The Lord is the only one who believes in his ability and will entrust his life with him.

For this trust, he can sacrifice everything.

But now, he can only watch the frail figure fall limply to the ground, his gaze gradually turning into a hollowness like a wooden man.

"Ah! Ah!"

The desperate wailing resounded through the hall, and then stopped abruptly at a certain moment, returning to calm.

Ning Yin took the handkerchief from the attendant and went to the prison along the way.

Probably because of Yu Huanchen's greeting, Xue Cen was not treated harshly, and he had a room alone, which was cleaned very clean and tidy, with all food and clothing available.

Seeing Ning Yin walking out of the darkness, a trace of surprise flashed across Xue Cen's sickly face, and he quickly felt relieved.

"There is no need to interrogate, I have confessed everything, and I did everything privately."

He sat against the wall with his eyes closed, his lips turned a strange red, "Behead your head or wait for me to die from poison, it's up to you."

Ning Yin examined Xue Cen's embarrassment for a long time, as if observing some strange thing in the world.

Then came to the conclusion: "You are not smart, but you have a thick skin."

Xue Cen was so angry that he coughed unceasingly, and a shameful blush appeared on his pale face.

Ning Yin rushed to pick up Yu Lingxi, and didn't have time to talk nonsense, so he took out the last Baijie Pill left by Yaolang, and ordered someone to forcefully pour it down for Xue Cen.

"You eat it for me... Mmm!"

Xue Cen couldn't resist, his eyes were red from choking, he knelt on the ground clutching his throat, his eyes filled with tears.

There is currently no antidote for 'Hundred Blossoms', and this pill can only suppress the toxicity, barely saving his life.

Ning Yin snickered leisurely, and walked out of the prison slowly. The darkness faded inch by inch from his flawless face, and a faint smile emerged from his half-closed eyes.

Death is the relief of the weak, and it is interesting to suffer some sins alive.

So from the beginning, he didn't intend to let Xue Cen die.

Sui Sui underestimated him, and even asked for such a trivial matter.

"Your Highness, where are you going next?" the attendant asked at the gate of Dali Temple.

Ning Yin glanced at the sky, it was still early.

He thought for a while, then said: "Go to the gold shop in the market."

I want to hear the bell ringing every year.

…

Just after Youshi, Ning Yin really came to pick up Yu Lingxi.

After wandering around for half a day, Yu Lingxi was so tired that she leaned on the couch as soon as she returned home.

"Squeamish."

Ning Yin said so, but in the end she sat on the edge of the couch with her robe lifted, put one of her legs on her knee, lifted her skirt, held the well-proportioned and delicate bones, and gently kneaded them.

The man's palm was pressed against the calf, and the heat spread along the tight skin. Yu Lingxi raised her toes dissatisfied, and said, "Isn't it because of you last night..."

Ning Yin increased her strength a little and deliberately asked, "What was it last night?"

When he moved, there was a slight tinkling sound from his sleeves, like the chirping of cicadas, but clearer than the chirping of cicadas.

Yu Lingxi hated him, the flowers on his forehead reflected the warm light of the gauze lantern, extremely bright.

Thinking of something, she looked down and followed Ning Yin's slender hands to his spotless sleeve robe, but she didn't see any blood.

"Is the matter of the Xue family going well?" Yu Lingxi asked while supporting herself.

Ning Yin seemed to see through her thoughts, and smiled casually: "Within seven days of the wedding with Suisui, this king will not kill anyone."

As for those who seek death by themselves, that is out of the question.

Yu Lingxi said "Oh", and thoughtfully said: "Then Xue Cen is still alive... eh!"

Ning Yin pinched her inner thigh lightly, and said displeasedly: "If you still talk about other men at this time, you should be punished."

Yu Lingxi raised her beautiful eyes, but she wasn't fooled.

When the little lunatic is really angry, he won't show it. The more unhappy he looks, the more he is looking for excuses to play tricks.

Sure enough, Ning Yin's hand continued to go up, and Yu Lingxi immediately softened her eyes, and put her knees together against his arm.

Dingling, there was another soft chirping that sounded like a cicada but not a cicada from his sleeve.

Yu Lingxi hurriedly changed the subject: "There is something calling on you."

Ning Yin was unmoved.

Covered by the figure, Yu Lingxi's body tensed up, and said shortly, "There is really a voice."

Ning Yin withdrew her hand and took out a square brocade box from her sleeve.

When I opened it, I saw two golden bells strung with red strings.

The bell is about the size of a longan, and it is very delicately made, and the relief patterns are fully visible. Ning Yin shook the bell, and immediately made a crisp sound that seemed like a cicada but not a cicada.

"Forget about that."

Ning Yin held the sole of Yu Lingxi's foot that was about to retract, and tied the red rope with the golden bell on Yu Lingxi's ankle.

The red rope is bright and the golden bell is bright, making her fair skin look like fat, which is extremely beautiful.

But soon, Yu Lingxi discovered that the sound of the pair of golden bells was lower than ordinary bells, and the slightest movement made it buzz like cicadas, and her ankles were itchy.

"Sui Sui said he likes the sound of bells, so I made a pair for Sui Sui. It was intended to be bitten in the mouth, but unfortunately the copper tongue inside has not been installed properly..."

Ning Yin raised her finger and dialed the bell, and saw her trembling as she wished, and blinked, "Do you still like it?"

Yu Lingxi bit her lip and was speechless.

The golden bell rang half the night. It turned out that the little lunatic asked her if the golden bell sounded good during the day, and he was actually planning this matter.