Chapter 133 Ning'er is the antidote for this Marquis
After a while, a black horse galloped out from the western suburbs camp and headed straight for the Anyuan Marquis Mansion.
Xie Jinglan dismounted, threw the whip to the servant who came to meet him, and headed straight towards Tingsong Courtyard with quick steps.
The small wooden horse and small swing that he had carefully made a few days ago have been placed in the yard.
Little Xibao was lying on the wooden horse, holding the reins with his little hands, his chubby body swaying with the horse, and he was having a lot of fun.
Wen Ning was swinging gently on the newly built swing nearby.
The tips of her embroidered shoes lightly touched the ground, and the hem of her skirt swayed slightly in the breeze like a newly blooming lotus.
She tilted her head slightly and looked at Xiao Xibao on the wooden horse, her eyes curved and her eyes bright.
The joy and charm that she revealed unconsciously were lively and beautiful.
Xie Jinglan's figure suddenly appeared at the door, his eyes as sharp as torches, instantly locking onto that beautiful figure.
Without stopping, he said solemnly to Yunxiu and Wanqing beside him, "Take the young master to accompany the old lady for dinner."
Yunxiu and Wanqing were very clever. Seeing the Marquis's gesture, they immediately understood and hurried forward to pick up little Xibao. "Little Master, shall we go find the old lady? She has some freshly steamed osmanthus cakes..."
Although little Xibao had not had enough fun, he thought that the old lady must be very bored eating alone, so he obediently opened his little arms.
Little Xibao called out "Marquis" in a baby voice, and was then carried away by the maid.
The yard suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of wind blowing through the treetops.
Xie Jinglan walked towards Wen Ning step by step, the scorching fire burning in his phoenix eyes almost burning people.
Wen Ning was very familiar with this kind of look. But now, in broad daylight, he was looking at her with such eyes, the tenderness almost overflowing, wrapping her up so tightly that she even held her breath for a moment.
Wen Ning's cheeks felt slightly hot when he looked at her. She immediately stood up from the swing, subconsciously lowered her eyelashes, and whispered, "My Lord... what are you doing?"
Xie Jinglan chuckled softly, leaned forward slightly, and easily lifted the girl up.
Looking down at the person in his arms whose face instantly blushed, he uttered two words with confidence,
"Detoxification~"
When Wen Ning heard this, she thought that the remaining poison in him had suddenly erupted and she immediately panicked.
She didn't care about being embarrassed, and quickly reached out to tear open his clothes, eagerly reaching out to his neck and chest.
"My Lord, is the poison acting up again? Where are you feeling unwell? Quick, let me down. I'll go get some water!"
Xie Jinglan's breath was taken aback by her random "inspection". Instead of letting go, he hugged her tighter in his arms and strode into the inner room.
"It's useless even if we prepare water this time..."
He gently placed her on the couch, supported her with his arms at her sides, and leaned forward, "Only Ning'er... is the antidote for this marquis."
While Xie Jinglan was carefully "detoxifying", he also repeated in a low voice what Cai Huichun said about Yuehua blood and the method of detoxification in the midst of his busy schedule.
Wen Ning sank powerlessly between the soft quilts and pillows, her eyes like the rippling spring water, covered with misty rain, her consciousness had long since turned into a fluttering butterfly, falling into a chaos shrouded in warm mist.
Amidst the interweaving of scorching air, she could only barely catch fragmentary words such as "moonlight blood" and "number of ninety-nine". The rest of her thoughts turned into stars and melted into the clear skylight.
Her delicate fingertips weakly clung to his arm, her voice intermittent, mingled with sweet sobs, "Hmm... Lord... This, this bizarre thing... I'm afraid you're trying to trick Ning'er, aren't you?"
Xie Jinglan let out a low chuckle. Instead of retreating, he moved even closer, kissing her sweaty temples and saying hoarsely, "Good Ning'er, this is not a lie... This is God's will..."
The black box under the pillow was not opened this time, and perhaps it would not be opened again for a long time.
Afterwards, Wen Ning felt completely exhausted and sank limply into the man's arms.
Her eyelashes were half-closed, and she was so tired that she couldn't get rid of it. She just wanted to fall into a deep sleep.
The man's fingertips twisted her hair from time to time, his voice full of satisfaction and joy.
"Good Ning'er... Thank you for being my antidote... It's you... It can only be you..."
He turned sideways, hugged her tighter, and began to calculate seriously, "Ning'er said... how long will this number of ninety-nine take?"
Wen Ning was so sleepy that she subconsciously shrank into his arms when she heard his words, mumbling vaguely, "... Marquis... don't hold this accountable..."
Xie Jinglan looked at her completely defenseless and dependent appearance, his heart softened, and an irrepressible tenderness welled up in his eyes.
He bent down and kissed the top of her head, murmuring to himself,
"It's alright... I'm not in a hurry..."
Although Cai Huichun repeatedly assured her that this method would not harm her body, Xie Jinglan still got up the next day and instructed the kitchen to stew several cups of warm and nourishing medicinal soup.
Looking at the angelica and black chicken soup, and red dates and donkey-hide gelatin soup brought by the servants... Wen Ning was a little stunned for a moment.
Xie Jinglan, however, only scooped up a spoonful of warm soup, blew on it carefully, and then handed it to her lips steadily. "Detoxification is exhausting, you need to replenish your energy."
She truly was his antidote.
This realization quietly struck Wen Ning's heart, causing him to feel overwhelmed.
The residual poison that had plagued him for a long time and caused him unbearable pain every time it broke out finally had hope of being completely eliminated, and she was naturally filled with joy.
But this solution is just so... intimate.
This man will probably become even more lawless in the future.
But this worry had not yet become a reality, as it was disrupted by an imperial decree the next day.
"His Majesty has ordered Miss Wen Ning to come to the palace for an audience immediately."
Xie Jinglan remained expressionless and took a step forward. "Thank you, eunuch. I wonder why His Majesty has suddenly summoned me."
The eunuch put on his usual smile, and his shrill voice slowed down a bit, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. Perhaps the Empress remembered the kindness Miss Wen showed her when she treated the Fifth Princess last time, and spoke well of her in front of His Majesty. His Majesty is so kind that he's thinking of summoning Miss Wen to the palace and granting her some grace in person. It's possible that."
Xie Jinglan sneered inwardly. Queen? How could she be so kind?
As soon as he thought of this, his hands in his sleeves suddenly clenched, and a cold fear surged in his heart.
His Ning'er was about to be sucked into the center of that man-eating vortex.
The eunuch added slowly, "His Majesty has also specifically instructed that you accompany him to the audience."
Hearing this, the tension in his eyes relaxed quietly, temporarily suppressing the anxiety in his heart.
Everything would be fine if I could be with her.
Xie Jinglan nodded slightly, his tone returning to his usual calmness, "Your Majesty, I obey your command."
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