Chapter 76 (8,000 words) Pain and joy, Xuan...

The night wind caressed the leaves beside the waterside pavilion, making a rustling sound. The lotus leaves in the pond swayed, creating circles of ripples on the water surface, spreading endlessly.

The gauze curtains hanging from the waterside pavilion swayed slightly, the bright moon shone brightly, casting strands of silvery light, and the figure was illuminated with a touch of white, like a snow-covered mountain, pouring out gentle and deep love.

The red beads in the snow, in the hazy night, have a slightly wet luster, more like sweet and tempting cherries.

At this moment, Yin Xing could not hear any sound, only endless red.

The night was long, and when the moon set and the sun rose, the sky fell into the dark silence before dawn.

The pavilion vaguely reflected overlapping figures, one of which was a dark shadow of rocks and trees, standing still with stubborn determination, as if nothing could disturb them in the slightest.

Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes to look at Yin Xing who was sleeping soundly in front of him. She looked quiet and well-behaved. His fingertips played with their intertwined hair, weaving it carefully. Her clear and beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness and tenderness.

When the morning glow silently spread into the pavilion, Yin Xing felt the light vaguely, and buried his head close to Xuan Yizheng, trying to avoid the glaring sunlight.

But when Yin Xing touched the delicate jade-like skin and faintly felt the changes, he was half asleep and half awake, his eyes fell on the snow-plum-like scene, his face flushed, and he regained consciousness.

"Awake?" Xuan Yizheng asked in a clear voice.

"Yeah." Yin Xing looked up at Xuan Yizhen, whose black hair cascaded down, with a fair jade face, a delicate nose, thin lips, and quiet eyes. Perhaps because of the reflection of the sunset glow, she looked particularly gentle and peaceful.

Such a bright and cheerful person is also very good at such intimate things, which makes people unable to control themselves.

Yin Xing wanted to lie aside to avoid the pressure on Xuan Yizheng, who was making her feel uncomfortable. Only then did she realize that a strand of her hair was entangled with Xuan Yizheng's long hair, as if they were woven into one.

Xuan Yizhen held a strand of long black hair in his jade-white palm and admired it, saying softly, "Does it look good?"

"Well, but then I won't be able to wash up and eat later." Yin Xing's heart beat fast when he saw Xuan Yizheng's quiet and elegant appearance, which was no less charming than when she was aroused.

"Yeah, it's a pity." Xuan Yizheng looked at Yin Xing's dark and clear eyes, and touched her eyes with his fingertips, full of regret.

How wonderful it would be if I could never be separated from Yin Xing, Xuan Yizheng held his braids and thought to himself absentmindedly.

Seeing Xuan Yizhen's beautiful eyes drooping, revealing a hint of weakness, Yin Xing leaned over and kissed the side of her face, calling out ingratiatingly, "Yizhen, don't be unhappy."

Now Yin Xing could rarely discern Xuan Yizheng's abnormal emotions, and even felt that everything was normal for her, as if she didn't have the illusion poison at all.

Xuan Yizhen came back to his senses and looked at Yin Xing, whose skin was pressed against his. He felt her warmth and softness. He put his slender arms around her and whispered in her ear, "No, I was very happy last night. Did you enjoy your meal?"

These words were spoken softly, but the breath that followed beside his ear was so hot that Yin Xing trembled all over and couldn't help but shiver.

It is impossible to answer, otherwise I will not be able to get out of bed for a while!

By the time the sun outside the waterside pavilion slowly rose higher, the heat in the capital was already becoming unbearable.

The main treasury hall of the Dali Temple was brightly lit. Yin Xing felt a little sleepy and drank tea to refresh himself.

Excessive indulgence can really drain a person.

But since they returned to the capital from Tianchuan, the two of them basically did it all the time. Yin Xing sighed softly, revealing a hint of happy worry.

At this moment, several colleagues in the hall looked over at the same time, exchanging experienced glances, all of them showing sympathy.

It is usually not easy to be the consort of a royal princess, and Princess Zhanghua has not been pregnant yet, so she probably has no choice but to let Lord Xiao Yin take medicine.

Most of those drugs are harmful to your body, and it's normal to feel exhausted after taking them for a long time.

At noon, Yin Xing went into the backyard restaurant alone to eat, but he had not yet decided what to eat.

Jiang Yun approached from the side, looked at Yin Xing's frowning face, and asked in confusion, "Why do you look so depressed?"

Yin Xing replied vaguely: "Nothing, just because it's hot and I have no appetite."

"Then have some mung bean soup. I think you just enjoy eating too much meat and fish." After saying that, Jiang Yun picked up a bowl and handed it to Yin Xing.

Soon, the two of them sat at a table by the window. Seeing Jiang Yun alone, Yin Xing asked curiously, "Where are Miss Liu and the others?"

Jiang Yun was drinking mung bean soup with a porcelain spoon in his hand. Seeing Yin Xing's clueless look, he hesitated and said, "It's vacation time, so I'm resting at home."

It seems that Yin Xing's princess wife has not told the little girl about the blood drawing until now.

"Don't coroners at the Dali Temple get the same vacation days as officials?"

"No, it's hot, so I asked Liu Ci to rest more."

Jiang Yun felt that it would be a waste not to use this ready-made excuse.

Yin Xing didn't doubt it and drank the sweet and refreshing mung bean soup sip by sip.

Jiang Yun thought of the emperor's eunuch and the Second Prince's sudden death. He felt something was amiss and asked, "You attended the Dragon Boat Festival banquet a while ago. Did you witness the Second Prince's madness?"

"No, I just saw many palace guards trying to stop the Second Prince. There were so many people and it was too chaotic."

"So Han Fei was able to shoot the Second Prince in that situation, which shows that he is indeed very capable."

Yin Xing nodded in response: "Yes, I also think Han Fei is very powerful. He is the prince. Most palace guards would be afraid to take ruthless action against him."

The cruise ship is very large, enough to accommodate thousands of people. Han Fei was quite brave and courageous to travel such a long distance.

"Moreover, the emperor did not punish Han Fei in any way. He trusts him very much." Jiang Yun thought of the missing coroners and found it difficult to guess the emperor's intentions.

"Why are you suddenly curious about this matter that is known to everyone in the capital?" Yin Xing thought Jiang Yun was investigating a case and asked curiously.

Jiang Yun collected his thoughts and looked around before speaking, "The emperor recently ordered his eunuchs to take away a number of coroners from the Dali Temple, and none of them ever returned. I'm worried about some conspiracy."

Yin Xing was shocked when Jiang Yun mentioned that the coroner had gone and never returned. "I also thought it was strange when I encountered it yesterday. I didn't expect it to be so dangerous. Could it be that the coroners were all killed to silence them?"

The emperor is really noisy.

"I'm not sure now, but I always feel that it has something to do with the dead Second Prince." Jiang Yun stirred the mung bean soup with a porcelain spoon and fell into deep thought.

Coroners are mostly used to perform autopsies, and the second prince just happened to die suddenly, so it is very logical.

The only strange thing is why the emperor wanted to cover up the cause of death of the second prince.

When the second prince was seriously injured by lightning, it was probably Du Ruo who used witchcraft to treat him.

Now the second prince suddenly goes crazy and attacks the emperor. What role does Du Ruo play in this?

"But the second prince was buried a long time ago, and it's so hot, the body won't be able to be preserved for long." After saying that, Yin Xing had no appetite for the mung bean soup.

Jiang Yun regained his composure and gulped down his mung bean soup without much concern. He said, "That's why the Emperor, being so urgent, has been sending eunuchs to the Dali Temple to select a coroner. The Second Prince's body may hold secrets that the Emperor doesn't want anyone to know."

Seeing this, Yin Xing silently put down the porcelain spoon and exclaimed in surprise: "Doesn't that mean the Second Prince hasn't been buried yet, and his body is hidden somewhere?"

This is really inconsistent with the ancient people's burial concepts. It seems that the cause of the second prince's death is very suspicious.

"Yes, the emperor is now secretly investigating the cause of the second prince's death. There must be someone he suspects. Have you told your princess wife about this?"

"No, I just mentioned a few times that Eunuch Cao came to the Dali Temple, but she didn't think much of it. You won't doubt her, right?"

Jiang Yun met Yin Xing, who was looking at him with a look of protection, and sighed helplessly, "I'm just reminding you. The emperor only has three princes, and the cause of the second prince's death remains a mystery. If you accidentally arouse the emperor's suspicion, it will be very dangerous."

Although Jiang Yun did have some doubts about Princess Zhang Hua who stayed out of the matter.

After all, Princess Zhanghua is proficient in witchcraft. If it weren't for Du Ruo's revenge on the emperor, there would be only this person.

The Du family of Wuzhou was exterminated, and the only three people in the royal family of the dynasty who were proficient in witchcraft were the emperor, Princess Zhanghua, and Du Ruo.

However, the sudden death of the second prince did not bring any direct benefit to Princess Zhanghua. Instead, it was more beneficial to the other two princes. The involvement of all the royal family members made the situation particularly complicated.

The emperor's loss of his son was no small matter, especially when it was caught up in numerous conspiracies and was even more likely to involve rebellion.

Seeing Jiang Yun speaking so seriously, Yin Xing thought of the Tianchuan tragedy and was worried that the emperor would tear off his disguise and start a massacre.

"If we find the true murderer of the Second Prince, can we dispel the Emperor's suspicion and avoid his wrath?"

"The problem now is that the Emperor hasn't ordered a thorough investigation into the Second Prince's death. Think about those coroners who never came back. Are you still determined to get involved?"

After hearing this, Yin Xing fell silent and could only continue eating mung bean soup. After all, wasting food is always a bad habit.

In a quiet place, the sun shines brightly outside the window, silently casting its shadow on a green pond where lotus leaves are waving and pink and white lotus flowers stand gracefully, attracting colorful butterflies.

Deep in the courtyard, the pavilion was filled with incense. Fresh red blood fell into a jade bottle. Liu Ci raised his hand to bandage the little girl's wound and comforted her, "Siyun, let's go out and eat something delicious."

The little girl nodded and followed the maid out of the pavilion. Liu Ci withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the dignified figure behind the screen on the high seat. He did not understand Princess Zhanghua's intention.

"I wonder what Princess Zhanghua needs blood for?" Liu Ci asked.

"When a poisonous insect enters the body, the blood will usually be different from that of ordinary people. The more toxic the insect is, the more obvious it will be." Xuan Yizheng did not look at Liu Ci outside the screen. He raised his hand to signal the female official Chunli to test the reaction of different poisonous insects to blood.

Liu Ci was even more confused when she heard Princess Zhang Hua say this. She asked directly, "Then why did you need to draw blood for several months?"

Xuan Yizhen watched with great interest the reaction of the dark blue Gu worm to the blood. He was neither surprised nor afraid. He said calmly, "There are countless strange Gu worms in the world, and blood can't be preserved for long. Naturally, there are only a few that can be tested at a time. You seem to be questioning my ulterior motives?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pavilion fell into a cold silence. Liu Ci could sense an icy chill that dispelled the summer heat, leaving only endless oppression. He said gently, "Please forgive me, Princess Zhanghua, but she is still too young. Taking her blood every month will really damage her health."

Compared with the kind and enthusiastic Yin Xing, this Princess Zhanghua is so different that it can even be said that there is a world of difference between them.

"Her body has gradually adapted to the presence of the Gu worm. Death is only a matter of time."

"Is there no other way to remove the insect?"

Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes to look at the insect sealed in the glass bottle, and said indifferently, "The one in her body is a rare medicinal insect. It is said to be immune to all poisons, so ordinary poisons are useless. The only way to remove it is to remove it alive."

In addition to developing plague poison, the corpses in the western suburbs' corpse pit were also being used to develop medicinal poison. The emperor probably wanted to use this to develop the so-called elixir of immortality.

When Liu Ci heard what Princess Zhang Hua said, his expression suddenly became solemn.

Medicine Gu, then it means medicine man. If this really exists, then the little girl will become the target of hunting.

The blood of a medicine man is usually extremely precious.

Outside the pavilion, dragonflies flew over the water, creating ripples and blurring the golden light of the scorching sun.

At dusk, Yin Xing returned to the villa. The waterside pavilion was filled with mottled afterglow of the setting sun. The splendor was tinged with a sense of desolation and silence.

Xuan Yizheng leaned against the railing, basking in the sunlight. Her figure was like a green willow branch, her body soft and slender. Her apricot-white skirt embroidered with silver patterns reflected the mottled light, making her look elegant, graceful, noble and outstanding.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Xuan Yizheng closed the book in his hand, looked away at Yin Xing who was approaching, and called softly.

"Hehe, because Yizhen is so pretty." Yin Xing walked over with curved eyebrows and sat down in response, looking at the wrist strap that Xuan Yizhen had been wearing, thinking that she really liked it.

Xuan Yizhen raised his hand and gently pinched Yin Xing's delicate and fair face, and said angrily, "You're so talkative, why don't you go take a shower first?"

"No rush, let's go later." Yin Xing let Xuan Yizheng pinch his face, and then drank the slightly cool honey water. His eyes fell on the folded books piled on the desk. Xuan Yizheng seemed to be particularly busy recently.

"Come to think of it, the Chinese Valentine's Day is coming soon. How are you going to celebrate it?" Xuan Yizheng picked up the fan in his hand and gently waved it, asking calmly.

"I think it's better to stay in the villa and not go out." Yin Xing thought about Jiang Yun's reminder and felt that the emperor seemed to be hiding a new conspiracy, so he had to act with caution.

The last time Tianchuan was in danger, it happened when he was completely unprepared, which shows that the emperor is very good at taking advantage of people's unpreparedness.

Xuan Yizhen noticed Yin Xing's alertness, tapped her upturned nose with his fingertips, and said with a faint smile, "What did you see in the Dali Temple that made you so startled?"

Yin Xing blinked subconsciously, staring straight at Xuan Yizhen's gentle smile, his face flushed as he said, "I'm not that timid, but I did hear some horrifying things. Does Yizhen know that the Second Prince's body wasn't buried by the Emperor?"

"The Second Prince's funeral was organized by officials appointed by the Emperor, and he was buried long ago. Are you confused?"

"But I think the Second Prince's body might have been secretly examined by the Emperor, which is why the coroner from the Dali Temple was taken away by Eunuch Cao, and none of them have returned."

Seeing Yin Xing's timid yet curious expression, Xuan Yizhen raised his thin lips and said slowly, "Then did you know that after Qixi Festival comes the Zhongyuan Festival?"

Yin Xing nodded and asked, confused, "So?"

In this situation, Yin Xing felt that it was possible that the emperor would raise any weird thing!

"The Ghost Festival is the time when hundreds of ghosts roam the night. It's better for cowards not to go out."

“…”

Yin Xing didn't expect Xuan Yizhen to be teasing him, and said helplessly, "Yizhen, I'm telling you about a serious and dangerous situation."

If the emperor suspected someone of deliberately murdering the second prince because of his madness, it would definitely cause a bloody storm.

Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's bright eyes, her dark brows relaxed, a hint of smile spread across her dark eyes as she responded, "This palace is also talking to you about serious matters. Today, we received news that the Marquis of Xizhou has died of illness, reportedly from the plague. His wife also contracted the disease and passed away. Although we have already ordered people to arrange the funeral in Xizhou, if they come to you in a dream during the Ghost Festival, wouldn't it scare you?"

As for the emperor's investigation into the cause of the second prince's death, Xuan Yizheng didn't think there was anything to be wary of.

The emperor was suspicious by nature, and if he didn't investigate, it would appear strange and suspicious.

Yin Xing looked at the frank Xuan Yizhen with astonishment, and asked in confusion, "Hasn't the plague subsided?"

"The plague in the capital subsided the fastest. As for other provincial capitals, there are still some remaining cases. Xizhou is not rich and powerful, so it is always difficult to prevent it." Xuan Yizheng fanned Yin Xing with slow and patient movements, observing her expression.

"In that case, we have to prepare well for the Ghost Festival worship. You've worked hard, Yizhen." Yin Xing raised his hand and took the round fan from Xuan Yizhen's hand to avoid tiring her. He was a little surprised at the death of the Marquis of Xizhou and his wife.

Xuan Yizheng did not reject Yin Xing's kindness. He held her other hand in his palm, which was like warm jade, soothing her skin.

If the Marquis of Xizhou and his wife had not died, they would sooner or later become the knife that the emperor would use to stab Yin Xing. Then they would be attacked from both sides and would eventually become a great trouble.

At the beginning, they secretly wanted to send people to kill Yin Xing when she entered the capital, which showed that the Marquis of Xizhou and his wife had long wished her dead.

Then Xuan Yizheng would not help the Marquis of Xizhou and his wife.

The setting sun outside the window gradually faded away, and the remaining blood color, reflected in Xuan Yizheng's quiet eyes, disappeared silently.

Under the moonlight, the capital was brightly lit, and the pavilions and towers were bustling with people and cars.

The night market in summer is much more lively than the daytime market.

In Peifeng Tower, the Third Princess sat leaning against the window, her clothes gleaming with jewels, dazzling. She looked down at the street with an air of arrogance, a wine cup clutched between her fingers as she scoffed, "The eldest princess's status is no longer what it used to be. The situation is completely different now."

The eldest princess looked at the teacup in front of her with an embarrassed expression, only to realize it was just a glass of water. She forbearingly said, "The second brother was able to collude with Du Ruo to use a poisonous scheme to kill my royal brother. Isn't the third sister afraid that your royal brother will make the same mistake?"

"Now Du Ruo's whereabouts are unknown. How can the eldest princess be sure that they were responsible for this?"

"Because I've come into contact with Du Ruo, I know that witchcraft requires specific sounds or smells. But Du Ruo didn't show up at the Dragon Boat Festival banquet, so the only possibility is that he's collaborating with someone."

Now the eldest princess thinks back to the second princess’ response when she provoked her, and it’s simply horrifying!

The Third Princess's expression softened slightly, she raised her head and finished her wine cup. Then she spoke, "Big Sister, if Father knew that you and Du Ruo had conspired to cast a curse on the Second Prince, the consequences would be dire."

The art of witchcraft has always been a taboo in the palace.

"The outcome is, of course, clear as day. So this time she was really forced by the second prince. She wanted to commit treason by using someone else's knife." The eldest princess picked up the teacup and drank it with fear in her heart. She still couldn't believe the tragic state of the second prince's madness that day.

"If this situation really happened, my father would definitely not be unaware of it. Moreover, I have no information about the second princess planning to deploy troops." The third princess actually discovered that the second princess knew about it at the Dragon Boat Festival banquet, but she couldn't believe that she was so arrogant.

The eldest princess said seriously, "Third sister probably doesn't know that the second brother is secretly communicating with Xuan Yizhen in order to find Prince Consort Yin."

"No wonder Yin Xing, who was rumored to have died in Tianchuan Liuhuo, suddenly returned to the capital safely. It turned out that he was intercepted and held hostage by the second princess." The third princess recalled that she had sent people to monitor the movements of Xuan Yizheng's subordinates during those days, but did not find the whereabouts of Yin Xing.

Now I suddenly feel that the second princess's behavior is arrogant and justified.

If we get the support of the Wanqi family behind Xuan Yizhen, the rebellion will be even more powerful.

But Xuan Yizheng personally helped the second princess to be imprisoned in the Dali Temple. Isn’t he afraid of being bitten back?

The Third Princess couldn't figure out the reason, so she frowned and said, "We'll send people to pay special attention to this matter. If we can find solid evidence of Second Sister's rebellion and arouse Father's suspicion, then her brother will be even more invincible."

"I think there is someone who will definitely be able to find evidence of the second brother's guilt." The eldest princess looked at the third princess and said just enough, leaving nothing to be desired.

The key to the whole thing is the missing Du Ruo. If we can catch her, everything will be easy.

When the wind blew, the bells on the eaves of Peifeng Tower swayed, making crisp sounds that covered up the sporadic words.

As time passed, it was approaching the Chinese Valentine's Day. At noon, Yin Xing took advantage of the official's nap and rode his horse to secretly get the Chinese Valentine's Day gifts.

Unexpectedly, on the way back, it suddenly started to rain heavily. The rain poured down, the sound of horse hooves stopped, pedestrians hurried to take shelter from the rain, and the streets soon became much emptier.

Yin Xing stood under the eaves holding the horse. He raised his hand to pat the water droplets on his robe, checked the jewelry box with his palm to make sure it was not wet, and felt relieved.

The smell in the rainstorm is very unique. It smells of earth at first, and then gradually becomes fresh and cool.

Most of the heavy rains in the capital don't last long, so Yin Xing is not in a hurry. He looks at the rainwater that keeps gathering and flowing into the ditch along the depressions in the streets, and suddenly his gaze freezes.

The heavy rain disrupted the tranquility of the ditch, and blood flowed in it, staining the view red.

Yin Xing opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe his bad luck.

When the rain stopped, the Dali Temple constables arrived at the scene. Jiang Yun inspected the corpse and immediately recognized Du Ruo's swordsmanship.

"Who was the first to discover the crime scene?"

"Ugh, I, ugh!"

Jiang Yun followed the voice and saw Yin Xing with a pale face. He suddenly wanted to pretend that he didn't know her.

Not long after, Yin Xing returned to the Dali Temple with Jiang Yun. He drew water from the well in the backyard to wash his face, trying to calm down.

Jiang Yun stepped over the puddle, took out a small medicine bottle and threw it to Yin Xing, saying, "Take a deep breath and smell it a few times, and you should be fine."

Yin Xing did as he was told and placed it under his nose. He took a deep breath, and a clear, bright air rushed straight to his head. His expression was ferocious, and his bright, childish voice was filled with confusion as he asked, "Hmm, what is this?"

"The refreshing ointment made by Liu Ci is very refreshing when you feel sleepy. Is it feeling better?"

"Yeah, the taste is too strong."

Jiang Yun said jokingly, "You don't understand. This is the smell that helps refresh the mind. Tell me about what happened at the scene."

Yin Xing raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, which seemed to be unconscious, and said truthfully, "I was hiding from the rain and staring at the rain out of boredom when I saw the body in the ditch. There was no one else on the street at the time, so I don't know what the murderer looked like."

"I know who the murderer is, but I don't know the identities of the deceased." Jiang Yun said in suspense.

Yin Xing asked in surprise: "Are you really that powerful?"

Jiang Yun raised his eyebrows, holding his sword, and leaned lazily against the pavilion, saying, "I've seen the swordsmanship used by the murderer. If I'm not mistaken, it should be Du Ruo."

"Du Ruo, she is still in the capital?" Yin Xing suddenly felt that it would be better to go out less in the future.

"Yes, and you and Du Ruo have a strong connection. The capital is so big, but you happened to discover the murder scene." Jiang Yun teased.

Yin Xing was speechless, twisting the embroidered handkerchief in his palm. In fact, he also felt that it was a bit too coincidental.

Originally, Yin Xing thought that he had no grudge against Du Ruo and should not be retaliated against by her.

But Yin Xing thought about the rumors in the capital that Xuan Yizhen was involved in the extermination of the Du family in Wuzhou. He turned his head to look at Jiang Yun and said, "Do you think Du Ruo wants to take revenge on Princess Zhang Hua for destroying the Du family's witchcraft and harming people?"

Jiang Yun was very pleased to see Yin Xing break through the superficial inference and speculation, and said: "You have finally made some progress in the Dali Temple."

"Then you think my guess is right?"

"No, I don't think this murder has much to do with your princess wife."

Hearing this, Yin Xing suspected that Jiang Yun was deliberately teasing him and asked, "Why?"

Jiang Yun looked up at the roof tiles outside the pavilion, listened to the noise, and replied politely, "Because unless Du Ruo wants to leave this world early, there is no need to offend your gentle and kind princess wife."

In fact, Jiang Yun felt that after the genocide, Du Ruo must be fully aware of Princess Zhang Hua's strength, not to mention that she is now alone and has too many enemies, which will only lead to her death faster.

Therefore, the identities of the deceased were most likely Du Ruo's enemies, and it would be difficult to investigate.

Yin Xing looked up at the blue sky, not understanding what was going on. He hoped that Jiang Yun was right and that Du Ruo would not disturb Xuan Yizheng and his life.

The sky gradually darkened, and lights were on in every house. Pedestrians on the streets of the capital avoided the ditches and streets where the body was found.

But in the darkness, there was a figure wearing a hat and cloak quietly staying under the eaves. His coarse clothes could not hide the coldness and cruelty around him.

Du Ruo lowered her eyes and looked at the small puddle remaining beside the street. The candlelight was clearly reflected in it, swaying and changing, very much like a person's eyes.

Yin Xing, who was also standing here today watching the water droplets, had eyes that were dark, bright, and exceptionally clear.

After not seeing each other for several months, Yin Xing didn't seem to have changed at all, but I myself had changed a lot. I really couldn't accept this.

In an instant, the light on the water surface disappeared, the hanging lantern was cut in half and fell to the ground, and the human figure hid in the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the candlelight in the waterside pavilion of the villa illuminated the inside brightly. Yin Xing cooperated and held the lamp for Xuan Yizheng, because he knew that she seemed to dislike dim places.

Xuan Yizheng was wearing a plain dress, her long silky hair was only tied up with a hairband, without any other accessories, but she showed her natural beauty and extraordinary elegance.

"The murder you encountered today was indeed committed by Du Ruo. She stayed in the capital because she wanted revenge." Xuan Yizheng spoke slowly, calmly and without any emotion.

"You really have to be careful then." Yin Xing withdrew his infatuated gaze and muttered.

"Okay." Xuan Yizheng responded with a chuckle, raised his hand to take Yin Xing's fire starter, put it aside, and held her hand.

Yin Xing took Xuan Yizhen's hand and returned to the couch. Thinking of his gift, he looked at her hand carefully, a little worried about the size.

Xuan Yizhen and Yin Xing sat snuggled together. His gaze fell on her eyelashes, which looked thicker and straighter as she lowered her eyes. He asked, "Where's the gift?"

"Gifts can only be sent on the Chinese Valentine's Day, so Yizhen should wait a little longer." Yin Xing responded with a smile and raised eyebrows.

"It's so mysterious, could it be some treasure?" Xuan Yizheng put his arm around Yin Xing and asked closer.

Yin Xing smelled the cool, cool fragrance of Xuan Yizhen, mixed with the breath of water, and realized that the smell of the medicine bottle Jiang Yun gave him was very similar, but this one was lighter. He said truthfully, "No, my salary can't afford to buy precious items, but I have put in some effort to prepare them."

Seeing Yin Xingying's frankness and sincerity, Xuan Yizheng temporarily stopped joking and kissed her face with his lips, almost wanting to bite her.

Thinking so, Xuan Yizheng did just that.

"Ugh!" Yin Xing didn't expect to be bitten on the face and was a little surprised!

"Why, does this hurt too?" Xuan Yizheng looked at Yin Xing's cheek carefully. There was no broken skin. Knowing that she was afraid of pain, he just rubbed it gently with the tip of his teeth to relieve her desire.

Seeing Xuan Yizhen's confident look, Yin Xing didn't know what to say, so he could only reply, "It doesn't hurt, I just feel like Yizhen wants to eat me."

Yin Xing has always had this feeling.

Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing calmly, interlocking his fingers with hers. He lowered his head slightly, sniffing the elegant sweet aroma of lychees, and murmured, "Hmm, I really want to eat Xing'er. It seems that this will ease my uneasiness."

"Ah?" Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng's beautiful face and could not see any falsehood at all.

It seemed as if that was what Xuan Yizhen meant by "eat". A feeling of horror climbed up Yin Xing's back and he was completely stunned.

Seeing Yin Xing's reaction, Xuan Yizhen raised her hand and patted her on the back. Her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, her expression changed, and she called softly, "You are so timid. I am just teasing you."

Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen, trying to discern her emotions. He raised his hand and touched her face, his fingertips lingering on the corner of her upturned lips. He kissed her softly and said, "Yizhen wants to eat me because she's insecure. It must be because I didn't do well enough. I'm sorry."

Although Yin Xing couldn't tell whether Xuan Yizhen's expression was real or fake, he could gradually understand the pattern of her smile.

The corners of the eyes, the eyebrows, and even the degree of the upward curve of the thin lips, everything is so lifelike, yet fixed.

Yin Xing even felt that Xuan Yizheng might have practiced expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness for many years, which was why he was able to control them so precisely.

Xuan Yizhen calmly looked at Yin Xing who was kissing the corner of his lips. He slowly put his arms around her, feeling her heartbeat and temperature, and murmured, "No, you're doing very well."

Xuan Yizheng sometimes found it incredible that someone was so timid and fearful yet still wanted to understand himself.

"Yizhen, actually Qixi is right under your pillow. Do you want to see it?" Yin Xing felt that he shouldn't be too rigid. If Xuan Yizhen wanted it, then he should make her happy.

"I know." Xuan Yizheng kissed Yin Xing's lips, a very light touch, but his heart was trembling because of restraint.

Yin Xing blinked and looked at Xuan Yizheng in disbelief, wondering for a moment whether he was too stupid to hide things or she was too good at finding things.

After breaking the kiss, Yin Xing hurriedly raised his hand to touch under the pillow, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he took out the jewelry box.

"Yizhen, do you know what the gift is inside?" Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen, whose thin lips were stained with water, with a hot face. She was pure and charming, making people's mouths dry.

"You are not allowed to look, so naturally you don't know." Xuan Yizheng pursed his thin lips and responded in a slightly hoarse voice, with an especially soft and docile attitude.

The pleasure brought by restraint is very torturous, but when he thinks that this is the pleasure that Yin Xing gives him, Xuan Yizheng feels that everything is not bad.

Pain is sometimes another kind of pleasure. Xuan Yizheng is well aware of this and is becoming more and more addicted to it, enjoying it.

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