Chapter 40 (9,000 words) Yin Xing breaks his promise, and perceives...

The cold night was quiet, and the candlelight in the deep inner room of the house was dim, making the various glass flowers and plants there seem a little dim, completely devoid of the exquisite brilliance they had in the daytime, and instead presenting the sad silence that dead things should have.

Suddenly, some strange sounds came out from the gauze curtain, with a few soft gasps in the delicate voice. The changes were subtle and slowly broke the silence.

As the gauze curtain swayed, the vague figure of a woman was revealed. She had a slim figure, and her dense and smooth black hair cascaded down to cover her smooth back, which was as white as snow. The black and white were intertwined, cold and alluring, and the beauty was breathtaking.

"Lift your legs slightly." The words were spoken softly and gently, not like an intimate gesture, but more like a caring caress. Then she slowly raised her wrists, which were bound with red silk ribbons. The beautiful flower tattoos on her two white arms were as gorgeous as flowers reflected in a mirror. Her slender fingertips were like vines, freely draping over the slender pink ankles, outlining the pale blue veins inch by inch, full of temptation.

"Hmm." Yin Xing couldn't see Xuan Yizhen, so he could only let her cool fingertips guide him and manipulate his posture. Although he didn't know how pink and delicate his skin was at the moment, he knew that it must be too unrestrained.

Only then would Yin Xing secretly be glad that he couldn't see it, and therefore felt ashamed.

After the words fell, everything returned to silence, as if there was a tacit understanding yet a strangeness. The thin and graceful figure like a willow branch pressed closer, sometimes eagerly, sometimes slowly, colliding and grinding, creating ripples.

Yin Xing's face flushed as she pursed her lips, not wanting to make any more strange noises. Her whole body was held in Xuan Yizhen's arms. She even felt like a puppet being folded and squeezed by Xuan Yizhen. She inexplicably thought of the embroidery of twin lotus flowers made of her hair.

Right now, he and Xuan Yizheng seemed to be in such an oppressive situation, and his breathing, heartbeat, and everything were completely occupied by her.

The bed, which was originally very spacious, gave Yin Xing the illusion of being cramped and cramped, as if Xuan Yizheng had to keep putting pressure on her so that she wouldn't fall into the dark lake.

Yin Xing was distracted and recalled the ambiguous words from before. Although she didn't understand the meaning, she could feel that Xuan Yizheng thought she was in an extremely uneasy and dangerous situation.

So Xuan Yizhen doesn't believe everything she sees and hears, so she wants to tie herself up with a ribbon?

Just as Yin Xing was lost in thought, he suddenly realized that Xuan Yizhen was pulling his ankle extremely exaggeratedly. The subsequent entanglement became more intense. His body tensed, his cheeks flushed, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist. He couldn't help but let out a few sounds, and his breathing became very rapid. Like a drowning person, he couldn't help but call out: "Yizhen, Yizhen..."

Although the weather was still quite cold at night, Yin Xing was like a fish being roasted on a stove. Tears, sweat, and everything else were mixed together into a sticky paste, which gradually evaporated into moist hot breath.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Xuan Yizheng's gentle words turned into a light kiss when they fell into his ear, but he did not stop rubbing. The soft and slightly cool hair slid down the side of his face, relieving the heat a little, but also bringing itchiness.

While swaying, Yin Xing recalled the graceful figure of Xuan Yizheng when she was changing clothes not long ago. She was tall and slender with a slim waist, like a luxurious golden and jade Bodhisattva, and now she was doing such an intimate thing with him.

Just thinking about it made Yin Xing feel dizzy, and it took him a long time to calm down. As a result, he slowly noticed that the fingertips of his bound wrists were unconsciously clasping with Xuan Yizheng, and he was unable to speak.

Because Xuan Yizheng did not stop there, she even moved her fingertips and slowly stopped at a hidden place.

Yin Xing buried his head in Xuan Yizheng's neck tiredly and nervously, his breathing unconsciously slowing down, full of uneasiness.

"Why are you still so nervous?" Xuan Yizheng lowered his eyes to look at Yin Xing who was blindfolded in his arms, bent down and kissed her forehead, his heart slightly swollen and painful, and asked in a low hoarse voice.

"I don't want to either." Yin Xing stammered. He felt sleepy and couldn't help yawning lazily. His consciousness gradually became a little confused.

Xuan Yizheng chuckled as he looked at Yin Xing who looked so sleepy. He could hear her long breathing beside his ear and his eyes lingered on her slightly swollen lips in a daze.

After a long time, Xuan Yizheng had to retract his exploring fingertips, looked closely at the clear moisture, and thought to himself that maybe everyone is different.

The two women could easily put in two fingers, but Yin Xing couldn't. She crossed her legs nervously and didn't cooperate at all. It was obvious that she didn't understand that the more restrained she was, the more painful it would be.

Xuan Yizheng showed hesitation in her beautiful eyes. She couldn't let Yin Xing look at other picture albums, nor could she let Yin Xing watch others being intimate. She had to think carefully about how to teach her.

It was bright outside, and officials were coming and going in front of the Dali Temple. Yin Xing, whose eyes were pale blue, felt that his soul was floating several steps behind him. He paused and almost walked into the wrong corridor.

Yin Xing had no recollection of whether Xuan Yizhen continued last night, but he could clearly feel the pain in his back.

When Yin Xing sat down at the desk exhausted, he realized that he had underestimated Xuan Yizheng's physical fitness.

Although Xuan Yizhen has been taking medicinal baths and medicine for many years, she was so exhausted last night, but she was still able to wake up early this morning to wash and change clothes for herself. Yin Xing reasonably suspected that she had not slept all night.

After lying on the desk in a daze for half a day, Yin Xing finally regained some energy.

The officials of the general treasury were not at all surprised by this. Instead, they looked as if they knew everything, which made Yin Xing feel a little embarrassed to peek and slack off.

"Master Xiao Yin, please get more rest today."

"Yes, it's inevitable for a newlywed to have such a situation, not to mention serving a princess of the dynasty, which is probably even more tiring."

"If you feel reluctant, you can take some medicine. I have a secret recipe that I will bring to you as a gift to Master Xiao Yin someday."

The more Yin Xing listened, the more outrageous it seemed to him. He was completely speechless and didn't know how to refuse the kindness. Those medicines probably didn't work on him.

Speaking of which, Xuan Yizheng was almost always taking the initiative and he didn't even pay attention to her.

Thinking of this, Yin Xing suddenly felt that he had failed in his duty.

I fell asleep in such a daze last night. If Xuan Yizheng wasn't so gentle, he would have been angry a long time ago.

Perhaps I should take the initiative to pay attention to Xuan Yizheng's feelings, which would help alleviate her inexplicable sense of crisis.

The Lantern Festival should be performed well!

The sun rose outside the hall and moved slowly. With Yin Xing's full anticipation, the Lantern Festival finally arrived as scheduled.

The minor officials of the Dali Temple had already hung Lantern Festival lanterns in various corridors to celebrate the festival in advance.

As night fell, Yin Xing waited for Xuan Yizhen to change so she could leave the park to visit the Lantern Festival. Blinking, she watched the tall figure changing and putting on makeup, her eyebrows curved as she called out, "Yizhen, this is my first time visiting the Lantern Festival in the capital. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

"I have never been to the Lantern Festival. It's up to you." Xuan Yizheng took into consideration that her and Yin Xing's trip was relatively private, so the clothes and accessories they changed into were relatively simple. She looked at the reflection of Yin Xing's well-behaved appearance in the bronze mirror, raised her thin lips slightly, and gently peeled off the nail piece covered with Impatiens juice with her fingertips. The bright red color was just right.

"Oh, we can go to the lively Lantern Festival first." Yin Xing specifically asked Jiang Yun, so he had some rough plans.

"Okay." Xuan Yizheng slowly dried the rouge between her fingers, turned her head to look at Yin Xing who was full of joy. Her eyes were sparkling, clear and clean.

At this moment, she was not as rosy as when she was kissed, which made people want to ravage her. Hearing her begging for mercy like she did when they were making love, Xuan Yizheng secretly suppressed his complicated thoughts.

Unfortunately, I can’t always treat Yin Xing like this now, otherwise it would scare her away.

"What's wrong?" Yin Xing's cheeks became hot uncontrollably as Xuan Yizheng looked at her gently and quietly. He looked away shyly and looked at her slender, straight hand.

It was only then that Yin Xing discovered that Xuan Yizhen had long nails on her right hand, but her left hand was neatly trimmed.

Such an obvious difference made Yin Xing even more embarrassed. He shifted his gaze away again, silently lowering it to the hem of Xuan Yizheng's finely embroidered skirt.

Today Xuan Yizheng was wearing an apricot-colored dress with a slightly warm white hem. It was decorated with intricate patterns embroidered with silver thread. The pattern was layered, beautiful, ethereal, elegant, and dignified, and it looked very pretty.

"I saw you were so happy, so I wanted to take a look. Am I not allowed to?" Xuan Yizheng gathered his thoughts, stood up and walked over. His words were gentle and soft, but there was an undercurrent in his eyes.

"No, if Yizhen wants to see it, of course you can." Yin Xing responded with her round eyes blinking. She was a little slow to remember that when Xuan Yizhen was playing with her at will, she might have watched him in the same way. Suddenly, she felt a little ashamed.

Xuan Yizhen chuckled, raised his hand and held Yin Xing's warm palm, leading her out of the inner room, and said softly: "Let's go, you've been waiting for a long time."

"Yeah." Yin Xing nodded, digesting his shame in his heart, thinking that marriage is supposed to bring people closer together, and if he was too shy, he would really be unhappy.

As the carriage entered the market town, the sounds of gongs, drums, and cheers could already be heard. Yin Xing bent down to get off the carriage first and was stunned by the bustling crowds of people.

Yin Xing turned around and raised his hand to lead Xuan Yizhen out of the carriage, muttering, "I didn't expect there would be so many people. Don't let go later, otherwise it's easy to get lost."

Xuan Yizhen nodded, placed his fingertips on Yin Xing's palm, slowly wrapped his fingertips around hers, and said with his fingers clasped together: "Okay."

The capital city is just as lively during the Lantern Festival as during the Lunar New Year. In the night market lantern festival, long dragons sway, gongs and drums roar, and there are many exquisite lanterns of various shapes. The black night sky becomes a natural painting. The harmonious contrast of light and darkness makes the smiles on the faces of people passing by warm and brilliant.

Yin Xing's eyes fell on the various lanterns shaped like flying birds and butterflies. He was dazzled. These lanterns were pulled in the air by silk threads, just like real birds and butterflies flying in the air, shining brightly. He exclaimed in amazement: "Yizhen, look, these lanterns are so beautiful!

"Well, if you like it, you can buy one." Xuan Yizhen responded as he casually glanced at the lanterns and looked back at Yin Xing, whose eyes reflected the light. Her eyes, which were originally clear and pure like pearls, now seemed to be lit up with fluorescent lights, dazzling and brilliant.

Yin Xing almost responded with excitement, but thinking of the prices in the capital and his limited money, he shook his head and said, "I think these are just for viewing. Is there anything you really like or want?"

After she finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng did not respond. Yin Xing looked away and looked to the side in confusion, but saw her beautiful eyes looking at him quietly, and she shook her head with a gentle smile. Although she was dressed simply and without any jewelry, she was still eye-catching and extraordinarily beautiful.

"These are fine for just looking at, but if I could make you into a lantern, I'd like to take one home to admire."

“…”

After these words were spoken, Yin Xing, who was originally in a trance, suddenly didn't know whether he should be happy and moved, or shocked and panicked. He looked at Xuan Yizheng, who had a calm expression and didn't seem to be joking. He thought that the human skin lamp didn't sound good.

But Yin Xing also felt that Xuan Yizheng might just be expressing her love for him, just like the carefully prepared embroidery painting.

Since Xuan Yizhen was willing to embroider her hair into a painting and give it to her, it seemed reasonable for her to want a part of her, Yin Xing silently convinced herself.

Seeing that Yin Xing didn't say anything, Xuan Yizheng raised his hand and held her hand to avoid the running children. He saw the dim light of the red, pink and green lamps around him shining on her fair and delicate cheeks, which looked hideous, distorted, blurry and unfamiliar. He raised his hand and touched her face, and then he felt relieved.

Yin Xing was a little stiffened by the touch of Xuan Yizhen's warm fingertips, but she just remained calm and said slowly: "There are too many people here, why don't we go somewhere else."

"Yeah." Yin Xing blinked his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, I almost thought that Xuan Yi was really going to peel off his own face to make a lamp.

Then Yin Xing took Xuan Yizheng's hand and carefully crossed the main street, heading towards the suspended corridor of the tavern and teahouse.

There are suspended pavilions and corridors between the pavilions and towers in the capital, which are very suitable for viewing the scenery.

But the seats in these places are not cheap, and most of the money Yin Xing borrowed from Jiang Yun was spent here.

Xuan Yizheng, walking along the corridor, held Yin Xing's warm hand in his palm, trying his best to ignore the noisy and sharp voices around him, and not looking at the various dark figures. His dark eyes were wholeheartedly reflecting her energetic face, and everything around him seemed to be becoming peaceful.

In the past, only medicine could give Xuan Yizheng this kind of peace, but later many medicines gradually became ineffective.

And now Xuan Yizheng discovered that Yin Xing seemed to be able to bring him this rare peace.

Soon, Yin Xing took Xuan Yizhen's hand and sat them on a seat near the railing of the pavilion. Below was a bustling street market, and it was said that there would be a lantern-lighting and blessing event later, which would be very spectacular.

"Young Master, what would you like to order?"

"Today is the Lantern Festival. I want two bowls of glutinous rice balls. Please don't make them too sweet."

The waiter looked at the fair and handsome young man and wanted to wait for him to continue ordering, but he suddenly stopped talking.

Seeing that the waiter didn't move, Yin Xing thought he was asking for a reward. He uncomfortably took out his money bag from his sleeve pocket with one hand, carefully counted out four copper coins, and said, "Please hurry up."

"Yes." The waiter put away the four copper coins and wondered how such a stingy young man could have married such a beautiful lady.

Xuan Yizhen looked at the money bag that Yin Xing put into her sleeve, his fingertips moving slowly on her palm, and said nonchalantly: "At the beginning of the year, the Dali Temple of the Xingfang had not yet paid out the salary. Where did you get the money?"

Yin Xing, feeling ticklish, held Xuan Yizhen's hand. Too embarrassed to mention borrowing money, he could only say, "I got it for a colleague. If this place wasn't so expensive, I could have ordered more food."

"Is that so? It's okay. Most of the food outside is not to your taste. Just save your money."

"Yizhen, how can you be so nice? I'll invite you out to play when I get my salary!"

Seeing this, Xuan Yizhen didn't refuse. He smiled and carefully traced the lines on her palm with his fingertips. He replied calmly, "Okay, but there are many ways to play. You can also choose a more economical way."

Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen's beautiful face dully. When he noticed her fingertips gently rubbing her palm, his face flushed instantly. He replied shyly but firmly in his heart, "Yes, but I want to take Yizhen to experience more of the beauty of the world. That way, there will be more happiness and less troubles."

Although Yin Xing still doesn't know Xuan Yizhen's secret, she sincerely hopes that she can have more happiness and less worries, and maybe she won't be so uneasy.

After finishing his words, Xuan Yizhen quietly looked at Yin Xing's serious expression. His jade-white face was slightly absent-minded, and he said thoughtfully, "Okay."

Happiness and worries are really vague and illusory to Xuan Yizheng.

Xuan Yizheng only believed in the existence that he had imprisoned in his palm. He felt a little regretful about Yin Xing's rejection, but he still cooperated with her to try the so-called happiness.

When the glutinous rice balls were served, Yin Xing's right hand was held too tightly by Xuan Yizhen, and his left hand was a little unsteady with the spoon. He took a small sip to taste it, making sure it wasn't too sweet. Then he handed another bowl to Xuan Yizhen and said, "Yizhen, try it."

"Is it tasty?"

"I've tried it, and it tastes okay."

After saying that, Yin Xing blew on the slightly hot glutinous rice balls and stuffed them into his mouth. He immediately tasted the sweet peanut filling between his teeth and soon finished the whole bowl without noticing Xuan Yizheng's gaze on him.

But when Yin Xing saw that the glutinous rice balls were still neatly arranged at the bottom of Xuan Yizhen's bowl, he asked with surprise, "Isn't it delicious?"

Xuan Yizhen held the spoon in her right hand and slowly stirred the white glutinous rice balls. Her beautiful eyes lowered to hide the darkness, and she said in a dull voice: "No, it's just a little too sweet. I'm afraid it will be a waste of your money."

I just saw Yin Xing was enjoying the meal, but why did it taste only sweet when I tasted it? The more Xuan Yizheng thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

"It's okay, I can still eat it!" Yin Xing didn't want to make Xuan Yizheng unhappy, so she raised her hand to take her dumplings.

"Then I'll feed you." Xuan Yizheng's tone was inquiring, and the spoon in his hand was already eager to scoop up the glutinous rice balls and pass them in front of him, casually and naturally, gentle but not to be refused.

But Yin Xing didn't think much about it and put the soft and glutinous rice dumpling in his mouth. Then he realized that many people were looking at him. He had to pretend to be blind and ignore them. In fact, he ate it frantically and didn't dare to delay for too long.

But Xuan Yizheng moved slowly and gracefully, even using an embroidered handkerchief to wipe Yin Xing's mouth, completely oblivious to the gazes of those around him.

Most of the guests at this viewing platform were in pairs, including some well-dressed young men who were gathering together. Most of them had their eyes fixed on the beautiful woman with a graceful figure.

There is never a shortage of beauties in a prosperous capital, but even the most worldly-wise young men have never seen such a radiant beauty.

Especially now, seeing that beauty taking such care of the pretty boy beside her, she looks even more gentle and graceful.

What you can't get is always the most coveted and desired.

Therefore, many young men at the table were dazzled by them, but due to the occasion and not knowing the identities of the two, they could only drink and chat with envy.

"Ah, there are so many strange things in the world. That pretty boy is so lucky. I don't know how he hooked up with such a beauty."

"Maybe he has other skills in bed. Otherwise, there are often old men with young wives, but rarely young men marrying young women."

"That's true."

The obscene talk mixed with vulgar laughter became even more outrageous amid the clinking of wine glasses. As the long dragon lantern procession approached and the loud drumbeats gradually died down, the noise became more and more disheartening.

The street was bustling with activity because of the dragon lantern flipping performance. Many guests at the tables leaned against the railings to look at the spectacular spectacle, and there were many cheers.

Those young men were competing with each other in giving rewards, trying to make the dragon lantern performance last longer, and they even wanted to show off their wealth and power to the beauty.

After all, the pretty boy only ordered two bowls of glutinous rice balls, which was really too poor.

Yin Xing didn't know that he had become a thorn in the eyes of many people. He felt a little bloated with two bowls of glutinous rice balls in his stomach, and was even more worried that Xuan Yizheng would not like the noise caused by the dragon lantern. He held the warm and soft hand tightly in his palm and observed her face and expression carefully.

Xuan Yizhen noticed Yin Xing's intense gaze, and smiled at her with a relaxed expression. He leaned closer and whispered, "Why did you come all the way to the Lantern Festival to see me instead of watching the fun?"

This posture could easily lead people to misunderstand that the two were being intimate. The young men were often shocked when they saw this, and they looked as dejected as a fighting rooster that had failed, and they all lost interest.

The gentle and beautiful lady didn't even glance at anyone, which was really shocking.

Yin Xing almost thought Xuan Yizhen was going to kiss him, but she just leaned in to talk to him. He stammered, feeling guilty, "Nothing. I'm just worried Yizhen doesn't like the noise."

But fortunately, the surroundings are very noisy, which can completely cover up Yin Xing's heartbeat.

After the mighty dragon lantern passed through the streets and alleys and turned to head to other markets, everyone returned to their tables.

"Well, I used to really dislike noise, but now I find it bearable."

"Why?"

Xuan Yizhen looked at the rather slow-witted Yin Xing, pinched her palm with his fingertips, and said, "If you don't know, I'm afraid no one else will know the reason."

Yin Xing couldn't hide his happy smile, thinking that Xuan Yizheng was too gentle!

Just as Yin Xing was immersed in joy, he didn't expect a waiter to serve wine and food, and said with a wry smile: "You two, this is the dish that Mr. Zhou Er gave to your wife. He wanted to invite you to have a meal."

"Which Mr. Zhou? I don't think I know him." Yin Xing responded, and looked around. He saw a table where young men were gathered. The clothes at the table were obviously more luxurious than those of the people around them, and he asked in confusion.

"The second son of the Minister of Works is a well-known nobleman in the capital. Young master, why don't you go and offer him a drink to express your gratitude?" The waiter explained without wanting to cause trouble.

The sons of high-ranking officials and dignitaries have their own ways of robbing and plundering, and are far beyond the reach of drunken scoundrels.

Yin Xing looked at the group of young men without much affection and shook his head, "I don't drink. You should return the food and wine."

As soon as these words were spoken, the waiter suspected that the young man did not understand what people were saying.

It can be seen that the beautiful lady next to the young master doesn't care about this at all. Although they are both poor, their clothes and appearance are not ordinary.

There are many powerful people in the capital, and the other party is not afraid when hearing the title of the Minister of Works. Perhaps he is from a very important background.

The waiter thought about it and finally decided to reply.

Seeing this, Yin Xing didn't think any more about it. Instead, he talked about some interesting things with Xuan Yizheng to pass the time, waiting for the beautiful sight of lighting lanterns for blessings.

"Yizhen, Jiang Yun has a very good relationship with her friend. In order to invite them to go out together tonight, she asked me to help deliver letters." Yin Xing mentioned that Jiang Yun asked her to help deliver letters to Liu Ci. She was a little curious whether they had reconciled and went to the party tonight.

"You are kind enough to be their carrier pigeon, but since they are just friends, their relationship cannot compare to ours." Xuan Yizheng said calmly while playing with Yin Xing's hand.

"Hehe, that's right." Seeing Xuan Yizheng being so straightforward and frank, Yin Xing couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and he straightened his back confidently and responded.

Xuan Yi and I have the closest relationship in the world. Jiang Yun and Liu Ci are just good friends, and there is still a big gap between them.

However, the originally harmonious atmosphere was disturbed by a sudden movement, followed by a scolding that attracted the attention of many guests.

"You bastard! How dare you not do it properly when our Master Zhou Er orders you to do something?"

"Please calm down, I deserve to die!"

The voice begging for mercy sounded familiar. Yin Xing turned his head and saw the waiter lying on the ground with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He was surprised.

At this time, the young masters looked at each other unfriendlyly. The young man on the main seat was holding a wine cup in his hand and looking straight at him. Even though he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of coercion.

The waiter came back in a panic and said humbly, "Young Master, could you please go have a drink with Master Zhou Er?"

Yin Xing didn't understand where the other party's malicious intent came from, but he couldn't let the waiter get implicated, and he didn't want to disturb Xuan Yizhen's fun, so he turned his head and said, "Yizhen, shall I go talk to Mr. Zhou Er?"

"What are you going to do if you can't drink?"

"I don't think he really wants to drink with me."

Yin Xing looked at the quiet and elegant Xuan Yizhen, thinking that she didn't understand the young master's bad behavior, so he could only say softly, "I'll be back soon, okay?"

Xuan Yizhen held Yin Xing's hand unmoved, ignoring the waiter's pleading. He replied softly, "No, why don't we go together?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was Yin Xing's turn to be unwilling. Last year, he had come into contact with many noble young men in Wenbin Garden, and he knew well their bad and vulgar natures.

So Yin Xing didn't want Xuan Yizheng to hear those dirty words, which would dirty her ears.

Yin Xing hesitated with an awkward expression, but unexpectedly, the tender hand in his palm quietly withdrew. Xuan Yizhen looked understanding and said slowly, "Since you have decided to do so, then go ahead."

"Okay, I'll be back soon!" Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng in surprise and assured him again and again.

Xuan Yi was so easy to talk tonight that Yin Xing felt a little guilty.

"Yeah." Xuan Yizheng still responded softly, his expression calm, but there was a coldness in his eyes. He really didn't like her being distracted by other things.

The original silence around gradually became sharp and frequent, and the figures of the people on the viewing platform twisted and winding like dark snakes. Xuan Yizheng's expression was cold and distant.

The lanterns on the viewing platform became as dazzling as flames, and the lacquered wooden beams and pillars melted and peeled off quickly like melted candle wax, like crying, flowing down to the hem of the skirt bit by bit.

The entire bustling street was no longer filled with crowds of people. The moving black shadows were like countless pairs of eyes, moving and changing beyond recognition.

Why did she go back on her word and not just stay with me?

At this moment, Yin Xing was unaware of Xuan Yi's abnormality. He hurried over with the waiter. He stepped forward, looked at the young men, and said casually, "Which Mr. Zhou Er wants to talk to me?"

The young masters didn't expect that someone didn't recognize Mr. Zhou Er. One of them, who knew how to read people's expressions, slammed the table and threatened, "Boy, given Mr. Zhou Er's status and position, how can you not address him directly without courtesy?"

"I think you won't cry until you see the coffin. If you don't kowtow today, you will be in trouble!" Another person joined in and wanted to make the pretty boy lose face in front of the beauty, so that Mr. Zhou Er could stand out and attract the beauty's attention.

Even if that beauty doesn't love heroes, she won't love bears either. This kid is going to end up in trouble today!

Yin Xing's eyes met the noisy group of people, and he suddenly had a concrete understanding of what it meant to be a bully relying on the power of others.

However, Yin Xing was worried that Xuan Yizhen would keep waiting, so he didn't waste words with them. His eyes fell on the young man, not understanding his malicious intention of calmly watching the show. He raised his hand and took out his waist badge from his side, and said in a serious tone: "Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, you condoned your servants to hurt people in public. This case will be handled by me tomorrow. May I ask if Master Zhou Er has anything else to say?"

After he finished speaking, all the young masters were stunned, like a group of pet dogs, looking at the man sitting in the main seat, waiting to be ordered.

Zhou Yunting's gaze fell on the waist badge, and the smile on his face gradually froze. He smashed the wine cup in his hand towards the person who had shouted earlier, and stood up and said, "Excuse me, it turned out to be an official from the Dali Temple. He was drunk and didn't know what to do. I apologize now. I hope you can forgive me."

Yin Xing looked at the man whose forehead was bleeding from being hit, and frowned, saying, "Mr. Zhou Er, there's no need to be like this. Besides, you should apologize to the waiter."

After he finished speaking, Zhou Yunting's eyes darkened as he looked at the trembling waiter, his aura terrifying.

The waiter was so shocked by the look on his face that he quickly shook his head and replied, "My injury is nothing serious. I absolutely cannot bear the apology from Mr. Zhou Er."

"Don't be afraid, I can testify for you." Yin Xing looked at the waiter kneeling on the ground in fear, and his words gradually died down.

"If that's the case, then it's just a misunderstanding." Zhou Yunting spoke with his anger slightly reduced.

Yin Xing remained silent. He did not stay with Mr. Zhou Er any longer and turned to leave the table.

After the figure disappeared, another person at the table hesitated and said, "Master Zhou Er, this guy is just an official from the Dali Temple. How could you..."

Zhou Yunting glanced at him lightly, and the man stopped talking before he even finished speaking. He raised his hand to pick up the wine cup, his movements trembling slightly.

The officials of the Dali Temple were not enough to prove his worth, but there was no one else who was so young to hold the position of Shaoqing of the Dali Temple except the son of the Marquis of Xizhou who became the consort of Princess Zhanghua.

Thinking of this, the identity of the beautiful woman was self-evident. Zhou Yunting even felt a slight chill on his neck. He could only be thankful that he did not act rashly, otherwise tonight would be his death.

While the banquet was in complete silence, people were already lighting lanterns and praying for blessings under the night sky. Yin Xing returned to his original place and wanted to hold Xuan Yizheng's hand, but found that she had no reaction at all.

"Yizhen?" Yin Xing leaned forward to look at Xuan Yizhen, who seemed to be distracted. Her dark eyes were calm and empty, as if she was unaware of her existence.

But the next glance seemed to be an illusion. Xuan Yizhen blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at her normally, saying, "Is the matter settled?"

"Yeah." Yin Xing noticed a thin layer of sweat on Xuan Yizhen's forehead. He took out an embroidered handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it for her. He asked with concern, "Is Yizhen feeling unwell?"

Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing, who was looking worried, and then slowly looked at the ground that was constantly being flooded by black water. Her beautiful eyes were filled with strange undercurrents, and she said calmly, "It's okay."

Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen suspiciously. Her face showed no other emotions, and he couldn't read her mind. He could only hold her hand and mutter, "It's so cold. I should have brought a hand warmer."

"Yeah, but your hands are warm too." Xuan Yizheng responded calmly, but his eyes were fixed on the black water that was still surging on the ground. His dark eyes were quiet and calm, but he suddenly felt extremely bored in his heart. He really didn't want to go to the lantern festival with the trustworthy Yin Xing.

She clearly told me not to let go of my hand, but she broke her promise for someone insignificant. It seemed like she wasn't worried at all about disappearing.

Liar, she is a little liar!

Such an invitation is completely meaningless. It would be better to be swallowed and destroyed.

Seeing Xuan Yizhen talking to him normally, Yin Xing didn't think much about the strangeness before. He just wanted to take her back to the villa, muttering worriedly, "It's still very cold now. Yizhen, let's go back, otherwise you will get sick."

After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen's expression softened and he replied slowly, "I'm not sick. You're just overthinking it."

"But..." Yin Xing wanted to say something.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Yizhen's jade-white face showed a light smile as fresh as spring breeze, but her beautiful eyes showed a hint of stubbornness. She said patiently and intricately: "I'm not sick, you don't have to worry. The Lantern Festival is very lively now, isn't it?"

Yin Xing looked at the gloom and sadness in Xuan Yizhen's beautiful eyes, which even the candlelight could not dispel. He no longer had the heart to watch the grand sight of thousands of lights lit in the night. His throat was rolling, but he could not utter any more words.

For some reason, Yin Xing vaguely felt that there was an invisible membrane tightly wrapping Xuan Yizheng. Her expression and smile were like ice, beautiful but fragile, and even the smallest fragment was enough to cut her flesh.

"Okay, let's continue watching the lantern festival." Yin Xing didn't dare to go against Xuan Yizheng's wishes. He held her almost cold hand tightly with his palm, and suddenly understood what she said.

The feeling is so ever-changing that only by touching it can I be slightly sure that Xuan Yi really exists.

Because of the lantern lighting ceremony, many people were preparing on the viewing platform. Only Yin Xing and Xuan Yizheng were sitting there, standing still as the crowd around them surged like waves.

Yin Xing looked straight at Xuan Yizhen. Seeing her looking up at the burning lanterns in the sky, her quietness revealed purity, he hesitated and said, "Yizhen, do you want to buy a burning lantern to pray for blessings?"

Xuan Yizhen grasped the soft, warm hand in his palm, shifting his gaze slightly to watch the black water on the ground gradually recede. He murmured, "Pray for blessings. This palace never believes in them."

Why doesn't it just keep rising like it used to?

This way, she and Yin Xing would be completely swallowed up and drowned, and she would not be able to go back on her word and let go of herself.

"Then what Yizhen believes in, we can do it."

"Have you forgotten that I told you not to believe anything?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the cold night wind blew in, and the few strands of black hair on Xuan Yizheng's side swayed slightly, as dense as a spider web, as if anyone who approached her would be strangled to death.

Yin Xing was so horrified that he didn't know what to say, but he felt that he couldn't let Xuan Yizhen sink into this empty feeling. He leaned forward slightly, wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her as if nothing had happened. His voice was trembling as he whispered, "Yizhen, do you still remember that I said I only trust you?"

After she finished speaking, Yin Xing closed her eyes in fear. Only then did she clearly feel Xuan Yizhen's murderous intent, so she decided to wait for her decision.

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