Chapter 27 (8,000 words) Yizhen, if I...
As the cool fingertips moved along his wrist inch by inch, Yin Xing's heart subconsciously sank and his body tensed. He felt as if he was entangled and bound by an invisible object. It was cold and soft, but without a trace of the vitality that should be in life.
"If you are really afraid of pain, you can use an analgesic and numbing method. It is a kind of herbal juice that will make people's skin numb and slow down. I think it won't hurt much." Yin Xing listened to the familiar clear voice ringing in his ears, like the peaceful flow of spring water, gentle and affectionate, but it could not cover up the dead silence.
Yin Xing then felt a faint, cool fragrance wash over her. Xuan Yizhen practically enveloped her from behind, shielding her from the scorching sun. Her words became increasingly soft and alluring. As if whispering in someone's ear, she lowered her slender neck and whispered intimately, "Xing'er, didn't you say friends can do things for each other?"
As he spoke, Yin Xing could feel the gaze of a deep and gloomy gaze, like the cold moon on a quiet night, or like a ferocious beast on the mountains. He lowered his eyes in fear to avoid the gaze, and his gaze instead fell on Xuan Yizheng's slender jade hand that was clasped with his own. Winding up, the red and pink flower tattoo on the cold white arm was beautiful and fluttering, and the colors were elegant and refined, just like an ancient landscape painting. Without a doubt, it was a very beautiful sight.
If Yin Xing had not seen the dark and cold look in Xuan Yizhen's eyes, he would have blushed and agreed to her soft and whispered request.
I think no one can ignore Xuan Yizheng's gentle and beautiful appearance.
What's more, Xuan Yizheng wanted to have the same tattoo as her, which was undoubtedly a sign of their close relationship.
But Yin Xing vaguely felt that what he agreed to was not just a tattoo, but more like an unpredictable contract with Xuan Yizheng, which was full of dangers.
This feeling made Yin Xing feel like he was standing on a vast icy lake full of cracks, with an endless abyss under his feet. If he took a wrong step, he would be crushed to pieces.
"Yizhen, let's change the subject, okay?" Yin Xing didn't dare to look at Xuan Yizhen's expression, and waited for her response almost with bated breath.
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing's heart beat faster. He was completely unable to predict Xuan Yizheng's thoughts. It was as if she was the abyss under the icy lake, waiting for his fall.
But in a flash, the rich, clear and cool fragrance around him faded away, and the invisible oppression and darkness were dispelled by the scorching sun that fell again. Xuan Yizheng stood up and left the bed.
Yin Xing looked at the tall figure falling to the ground, and then heard Xuan Yizhen's soft response: "Okay."
"Will Yizhen be angry?" Yin Xing raised his eyes hesitantly and asked. He felt relieved when he saw Xuan Yizhen who looked normal.
"No, I have other things to do, so I won't stay with you any longer today." Xuan Yizheng's slender figure was bathed in the scattered golden light, like a sharp sword. He lowered his eyes and met Yin Xing's gaze calmly, his tone still soft and gentle, as warm as the thin sun in winter.
Seeing this, Yin Xing didn't see anything unusual at all, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked her out of the courtyard as usual, feeling a little guilty in his heart.
But that night, when Yin Xing wrote a letter to Manager Xin as usual, he found out that Xuan Yizhen did not mind.
Because Manager Xin did not take the envelope, but tilted his head to instruct the maid.
"Young Master Yin, the master has ordered you not to write letters in the future, and it is not convenient for you to meet or communicate with him in the near future." The maid replied hesitantly.
Yin Xing held the letter and asked, confused, "Why?"
The maid shook her head and did not answer, while Manager Xin gestured for them to pack up and leave, and soon the group left the pavilion.
The night was long. At the end of the corridor, the maid looked at Steward Xin and whispered, "Steward Xin, the master only said that he would not accept letters anymore, but he did not say that he would not see him again."
Manager Xin looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and responded silently.
The maid understood lip reading and was horrified at the sight. She had no choice but to leave in silence without saying anything more.
When Manager Xin was the only one left in the corridor, he lowered his eyes to look at the silvery moonlight all over the ground, knowing that this was a good opportunity.
Princess Zhanghua is destined to return to the Wanqi family and serve as the head of the family. Anyone from another race will only be an alien.
If Princess Zhanghua pays too much attention to other things, it will be detrimental to the Wanqi family.
The head of the family should devote all his efforts to the Wanqi family. If he is distracted by this, it will be a hindrance.
Under the cover of night, Yin Xing lay alone on the couch, tossing and turning in his thoughts, and only then did he slowly realize that Xuan Yi was probably unhappy.
Several days passed, and there was still no news of easing. Yin Xing's heart grew colder, and she guessed that Xuan Yizhen might have felt that he had broken his promise, so she felt disgusted and stopped communicating with him.
Early in the morning, Yin Xing took Xiaoguai across the street, wanting to find Xuan Yizheng to apologize, but he felt that he might not even be able to enter the outer door, and he couldn't help but worry.
It seems that I can only save some money to go to Guangbai Garden. Xuan Yizheng seems to hold banquets there often.
"Master Xiao Yin, where are you going?" the attendant official following beside him asked unwillingly.
"Nothing, just taking a walk." Yin Xing turned around and found the attendant official following him and responded.
This attendant official either visited outside the courtyard or followed Yin Xing every day, and he was very dedicated to his duties.
Yin Xing felt a little reluctant to watch, but thinking that Xuan Yizheng's instructions were not urgent, he did not give in for several days.
Now, Yin Xing looked at the attendant official, his face sweating profusely, and said with a reluctant heart: "It's not impossible to agree to return to the Dali Temple, but I don't want to go back to the Sisi, nor do I want to go to another office."
"Okay, do you want to set up a new inspectorate?" The accompanying official responded quickly, feeling relieved.
"Of course not. My abilities are limited, so I just want to do some simple paperwork under the Dali Temple." Yin Xing felt that if he wanted to save money, he still had to go to work at the Dali Temple.
The attendant official looked at Yin Xing and saw that he was not joking, so he replied cautiously, "Okay."
The heat wave continues unabated, and as the hottest days of summer approach, the sun becomes increasingly scorching.
The officials in the Dali Temple no longer made any direct comments about Yin Xing's appearance, but they also did not greet him, treating him as a taboo.
Yin Xingle was happy about this. He stayed in the archives every day to organize documents and copy books, feeling lucky that he didn't have to deal with these old foxes.
The four inspection offices of the Dali Temple each have their own archives, but all cases will be submitted to the Dali Temple Minister for review in written form, and the final case will also be stored in the general archive.
Paper is inevitably damaged by insects and rot, so officials are responsible for copying, drying and collecting it. These are the tasks Yin Xing does on a daily basis.
There were not many officials in the general warehouse and they were all old men, so Yin Xing stood out among them.
Jiang Zhengming looked from the attic at the young man drying files in the main warehouse courtyard and asked slowly, "Has anything unusual happened these days?"
The attendant official stepped forward and replied, "Sir, Yin Xing comes in early and leaves late every day, and treats people kindly. I don't see anything unusual."
Although it is rare for a young master from a marquis's mansion to be willing to hide in the archives, he does behave very well.
"Perhaps this is a way to survive. If there is no other action, just let him do it." Jiang Zhengming advised thoughtfully.
"Yes." The attending official responded respectfully.
At noon, Yin Xing went to the backyard to eat alone. He didn't care about what others said. He just wanted to wait for his salary to be paid at the end of the month and go to Guangbai Garden.
"It's said that young women have been disappearing frequently in various states, and the number is quite large. The ordinary government offices are unable to unite with the states to investigate, so they report it to the Dali Temple."
"I've heard about this as well. It seems there have been a few disappearances in the capital as well. It's quite strange."
"It happens to be the Qixi Festival, and right after that is the Zhongyuan Festival. I'd better remind the women in my family to avoid leaving the house as much as possible to avoid bad luck."
When Yin Xing heard this, he thought of the Chinese Valentine's Day and felt depressed.
Xuan Yizheng must have many banquets. It is said that there are many gardens in Guangbai Garden, and the prices are very high, not to mention that there are many restaurants and gardens in the capital. With his salary, he can only sit and wait.
Alas, I wonder if Xuan Yizheng has calmed down now.
She wouldn't ignore me forever, would she?
Yin Xing bit the steamed bun worriedly and felt very regretful.
It was because Xuan Yizhen acted so approachable that Yin Xing never expected her to be so decisive. If he had known this, he should have agreed to her request.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, extremely scorching, but the secluded courtyard covered with dense green vines was refreshing.
The court lady Chun Li watched the maids quietly waiting in the corridor with medicine, soup and food. She frowned and called out, "Master, are you still in the studio? Do not disturb me?"
A maid replied with fear, "Yes, there are only a few spies left after being captured in recent days."
As he finished speaking, screams and cries came from the door at the end of the corridor, as if someone was being subjected to horrific punishment, which startled the listeners.
Deep in the studio, a white snake was crawling in the glass pavilion, its hissing sound was biting and cold, and the shivering person was unable to escape in an almost strangled posture, his face was twisted and distorted, his bones creaked, and his vision was blurred as he looked at the beautiful figure sitting in front of the desk, which seemed more cruel and brutal than a demon.
On the walls of the huge room hang countless masks painted with different expressions, showing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, both form and spirit. The lines are smooth and flexible, and even the colors vary, which is very lifelike.
Xuan Yizhen picked up his brush and sketched the expression of the man before him. The fine ink, as thin as a hair, outlined the ferocious features. He seemed to be unaware of the painting and thought to himself, "Is this the look of fear on a normal person's face?"
After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng slowly stopped writing, stood up with the mask in his hand, and hung it on the wall. His eyes slowly swept over the various expressions, slowly moving away from the emotional masks, and finally stopping at a mask with a gentle expression.
Xuan Yizheng took it out, turned his head to look at the bronze mirror on the side wall, took a step closer, carefully compared the mask in his hand with his own facial features and expression, pursed his thin lips, blinked his eyes, and adjusted it to be almost exactly the same before putting the mask back in its place.
"There is obviously no change or flaw, so why don't you come again?" Xuan Yizheng bent down and stubbornly moved closer to the bronze mirror, carefully observing his own face in it, and sighed in boredom.
Perhaps the so-called words of missing you are just lies that will not last long.
As he finished speaking, the face in the bronze mirror changed quietly. The expression was no longer gentle, but became wooden and empty. The smile at the corners of the lips became exaggerated, and the whole face was distorted like the reflection disturbed by the waves. It was getting closer and closer, as if it was about to drill out of the mirror.
Xuan Yizheng stepped back suddenly, lowered his eyes and dared not look at the bronze mirror again. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to dispel the face that had not appeared for many years.
After a long time, Xuan Yizheng opened his eyes, walked up to sit down, and stared at the spherical glass fish tank placed in front of the table with his quiet dark eyes. The water flowed gently in the fish tank, and the little golden carp swam leisurely and peacefully.
The golden light coming through the window and the dark blue glass fish tank create a scene like the deep sea, which makes people calm and relaxed.
But this scene turned into bright red in the next glance.
The little golden carp went from swimming leisurely with its tail wagging to gradually becoming anxious and restless. The water kept surging and changing, tiny bubbles rose up, blurring the deep black eyes reflected in them.
Then, the golden raccoon's round head hit the glass wall, as if it was unaware of the pain, and the stirring sound continued, and the sound of bubbles bursting seemed noisy and sharp.
Once, once, and again, it's so noisy.
After a long time, the sharp and piercing sound subsided, the water flow became calm, and the scarlet fish eyes that were hit and squeezed fell into the water. Everything suddenly became extremely quiet.
The female official Chun Li, carrying medicinal soup and food, jumped through a series of doors and walked from the outside into the inside. Her eyes fell on Princess Zhang Hua who was sitting at the table. She looked hesitantly at the golden carp in the glass fish tank in front of her. The carp was floating in a blurry state of death, its head and body had already been separated.
"Why do the fish keep hitting the fish tank?" Xuan Yizheng's eyes were filled with confusion, and he muttered as if he had no idea.
"I don't know. Please drink the medicine." Chunli shook his head in shock, put the medicinal food aside, raised his hand to pick up the glass fish tank, and was about to leave.
Xuan Yizhen didn't stop him. Instead, he looked out the window at the scorching sun and said indifferently, "It's better not to keep fish in the future. They're too noisy."
Chunli stopped, his eyes fixed on the inkstone on the desk that was stained with blood and scales. His body stiffened slightly, and he nodded in response: "Yes."
When he stepped out of the inner room and walked into the corridor, Chunli looked solemn. He handed the glass fish tank to the maid, turned his head and looked back at the deep inner studio, thinking that if this continued, Princess Zhanghua would probably repeat the fate of Queen Wanqi.
New drugs must be developed as quickly as possible.
The setting sun casts a brilliant sunset glow across the sky, as bright red and gorgeous as fire. The wind carries a lingering, dry scent, solemn and stern.
As night falls and lights shine brightly in every house, Yin Xing walks alone down the street holding Xiaoguai's hand. The aroma of food in the Guodu Night Market fills the air, making one salivate.
Yin Xing swallowed his saliva, patted the horse's back and muttered: "Little cutie, we have to save money, so it's better not to be greedy."
After saying that, Yin Xing hurried past, but caught a glimpse of some vendors preparing for the Qixi Festival.
"Young Master, this year's Impatiens flowers are in full bloom, and the colors are extremely beautiful. Just a little bit of paint on your nails will give them a soft, fragrant pink. If you buy a box for a girl, it will surely please her."
"Is this a suitable gift for apology?"
The vendor, upon hearing the young man's words, spoke even more enthusiastically, "Of course, everyone loves beauty, and every girl loves rouge and powder. Our prices are very favorable, definitely not worse than those of famous shops in the capital."
When Yin Xing heard this, she remembered that Xuan Yizheng had cared about her scar many times, so she picked a box and opened it. Seeing the bright colors and smelling the faint floral fragrance, she paid without hesitation.
Then Yin Xing took the wooden ointment box, carefully put it into his sleeve pocket, and prepared to return to the villa.
Unexpectedly, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind him, "Brother Yin, what a coincidence!"
Yin Xing suddenly felt something was wrong and turned his head, and saw Huairen, the long-tongued man, the son of the Marquis of Lingzhou. He immediately kept his distance and said, "Well, it's quite a coincidence."
"We haven't seen each other for a long time since our last banquet. Are you choosing a gift for the Chinese Valentine's Day?" Huairen teased.
"No." Yin Xing didn't want this person to know that he and Xuan Yizheng were not on good terms, so he stepped forward intentionally to avoid the action.
Huairen followed beside him and said with a meaningful smile, "We are all men. Gentlemen love to marry graceful ladies, but that noble man doesn't like these vulgar women. You'd better prepare carefully, otherwise you will fall out of favor."
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing looked at Huairen in confusion and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Princess Zhanghua chose a new favorite at the banquet and brought her to the villa for several days. Many people know about this, so you don't have to hide it."
“…”
But Yin Xing really wanted to say that she didn't know.
Then Huairen spoke a lot more noisily, but Yin Xing didn't hear a word he said.
When they reached the street corner, Huairen stopped talking and said, "It is said that except for the confined eldest princess, the other princesses and princesses will gather tomorrow night for the Qixi Festival. When the nobles of the families gather, it will surely be a lively and spectacular occasion. Do you want to go?"
After hearing this, Yin Xing regained some of his composure and replied, "Go."
It would be good even if I could just look at Xuan Yizheng from a distance.
Not long after, Yin Xing and Huairen parted ways, and when they returned to the courtyard, it was already a moment later than usual for dinner.
Yin Xing stepped into the hall and saw Steward Xin ordering the food to be removed. He asked in confusion, "It's so hot now, the food shouldn't get cold so quickly, right?"
But who would have thought that Manager Xin did not stop at all, nor did he order anyone to serve the food. He just walked out of the hall, completely lacking the friendly attitude he had when they first met.
A maid stepped forward and explained, "Young Master Yin's courtyard will not accept late meals. Please be punctual from now on, otherwise the gates will be closed and curfew will be enforced."
After finishing his words, Yin Xing stared dumbfoundedly at the maids retreating, wondering if this was the price Xuan Yizhen had to pay for being angry?!
Well, Yin Xing could only go wash up and lie down on the low couch early, playing with the ointment box in his hands, sniffing gently, and muttering like a prayer: "I hope I can apologize to Yizhen properly tomorrow night."
In the silence, breathing gradually became weaker, Yin Xing fell asleep tiredly, the sound of cicadas beside his ears gradually became blurred and distant, and the stars reflected on the surface of the pond became mottled and blurred because of the churning of fish.
Late at night, deep in the courtyard, the dark blue glazed windows in the pavilion in the lake reflected the bright glow of candlelight. The scales of a white snake winding on the ground reflected the bright light, and it raised its head slightly, moving very lightly.
Meanwhile, another frail figure stood stiffly in the hall, not daring to move. She lowered her eyes to gaze at the red silk ribbon tied around her neck, the other end resting on a slender, straight hand. She whispered flatteringly, "Princess Zhanghua, what do you wish tonight?"
Xuan Yizhen, who was on the high platform, didn't pay any attention. He just kept pulling the red silk ribbon tighter. His low, almost stagnant breath filled the hall. His expression was extremely indifferent, and he said in a casual tone, "You can endure pain very well, but there is a banquet tomorrow night. Please leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, the red silk ribbon was casually thrown aside, and the force suddenly disappeared. The figure in the hall fell to the ground, dizzy and recovering. He looked at the beautiful face that always had a wooden expression. From beginning to end, it never even glanced at him. The nonchalant and noble arrogance was enough to suppress his disdain for everything. He had no choice but to stand up, thank him and leave.
When the interior fell into silence, Xuan Yizhen touched the moving white snake with her palm. Her beautiful eyes lowered, filled with dark shadows, and she murmured, "Playing like this doesn't seem to be very interesting. What do you think?"
A hissing sound gradually rose, and the white snake nestled in Wenliang's palm, as if it was just a harmless piece of exquisite jade.
"It would definitely be more interesting if she were here." Xuan Yizheng touched the cold scales with his fingertips and responded softly.
The white snake raised its head slightly, and slowly clung to half of Xuan Yizheng's arm, hissing continuously as it wrapped around him.
Xuan Yizhen didn't stop this hunting-like action, and said nonchalantly, "No, she's not a reward for playing with you. I hope something interesting will happen tomorrow night."
After he finished speaking, there was no more movement in the hall. The candlelight flickered, and the dark blue glazed windows emitted a mottled and strange light, which made the figures inside look like dust in the starry night, flowing faintly and mysteriously.
The moon moves, the stars rotate, the wind clears, the clouds disperse, and the rosy clouds fall on the earth. In the morning, the various markets in the capital are preparing for the Qixi Festival night tour.
In the past, Yin Xing always stayed in Dali Temple as much as possible, but today he asked for half a day off in advance.
In the afternoon, Yin Xing took a bath and washed her hair, then chose her clothes. After a while, at sunset, she put on her rouge box and took Xiaoguai to the Magpie Tower where the princesses were gathering.
It is said that this Que Tower is the tallest building in the entire capital except for the palace. It has open-air pavilions and corridors on it, which can be said to be a good place to enjoy the scenery.
So it was natural that the higher the floor, the more expensive the price. Yin Xing poured his saved salary into the counter before he got a number for a private room on the fourth floor.
Ke Que Tower has a total of seven floors. Yin Xing looked around quietly and saw that each floor had a separate passage and they were not connected. It can be said that the confidentiality is extremely good.
When Yin Xing was sent to the fourth floor, he found that the space inside was much bigger than he had imagined. There was a large stage for the theater, a circus troupe, and food and drinks were all available on demand. It was simply a modern commercial building.
At this time, Yin Xing secretly felt that what Huairen said was right. The vendors in the night market in the capital were just small scenes. The real luxury and extravagance were in the gardens and restaurants everywhere.
"Young master, you look unfamiliar." A charming female voice rushed into his ears. Yin Xing felt hot air spraying beside his ears and was startled!
Yin Xing looked at the heavily made-up woman with lingering fear and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"
"Young master, don't you feel lonely traveling alone on Valentine's Day?" The woman raised her hand coquettishly, lightly hooked Yin Xing's chin, teasingly moved closer, and pretended to kiss him.
"No, I don't have any money!" Yin Xing stepped back in fear and said something.
Hearing this, the woman looked up and down at his clothes and said jokingly, "A rich young man likes to play the role of a poor scholar. I think this is a good trick."
Yin Xing was silent, raised his hands defensively to avoid getting close, and said sincerely: "I'm not lying to you. If I had money, I would have gone to the top floor long ago."
"You need more than money to get to the top floor of the Magpie Tower tonight. It's been reserved by a distinguished guest. What are you doing there?"
"I'll go find someone."
Hearing this, the woman asked with a clear understanding, "It seems that the young master is looking for his sweetheart."
Yin Xing blushed and quickly shook his head in response: "No, you misunderstood."
But the woman clearly didn't believe it. She said with interest, "It's a pity that the inner passages of this magpie tower are not connected. Your sweetheart must be happily meeting someone else. Do you still want to go look for her?"
Yin Xing nodded and shook her head, almost being fooled, and said with a red face: "No, she is my friend. I actually wanted to give her a gift to apologize. I thought it would be good to see her from a distance."
After she finished speaking, the woman covered her face and laughed non-stop, raising her hand and saying, "Well, young master, give me one thousand taels, and maybe I can go to the top floor."
"One thousand taels, but I don't have a penny on me right now."
"No rush. I see that the young master is dressed richly. It's okay to wait for his entourage to pay the bill when he returns home." After saying that, the woman raised her hand and pulled Yin Xing, then walked into the inner corridor.
The speed was so fast that Yin Xing was dumbfounded and he had no time to explain that he had no family background.
After all, judging from Manager Xin's recent reaction, I'm afraid he wouldn't even leave himself a meal, let alone one thousand taels.
The two of them walked along the inner corridor until they reached the narrow end. Yin Xing's breathing quickened as he watched the woman seemingly manipulate the secret compartment to reveal a narrow path half a person's height and only one person wide. He warned, "Go quickly, and don't even think about leaving through the passage. There are people monitoring the security of each floor in Magpie Tower. If you're discovered and caught, your life will be in danger."
"Is this a secret passage that a proper restaurant would have?"
"Who knows? The magpie tower symbolizes the connection between magpies and lovers, but lovers don't necessarily have a legitimate marriage. Young master will understand in the future."
Yin Xing didn't quite understand and asked in confusion, "Do you want one?"
"I'm not going to see my lover, so of course I'd better make some money tonight." The woman teased charmingly.
Yin Xing felt speechless and had no way to defend himself, so he bent down and went into the path.
But when everything in front of him became dark, Yin Xing felt a little scared again. He could not move forward or backward, so he could only bend down and crawl on the small path that seemed to be spiraling upwards.
The third floor had never felt so long before, Yin Xing sighed with exhaustion.
After an unknown amount of time, Yin Xing finally reached the top, gently pushed the wooden board with his palm, and peeked in, only to find that it was an open-air pavilion.
The place in front of him was vast, with tables arranged everywhere, the music was clear and pleasant, and there were many soldiers and guards around. When the sound of heavy armor came from afar, Yin Xing was so scared that he held his breath.
It was a close call, I almost got exposed and caught!
After a while, Yin Xing carefully climbed out, reached out to close the wooden board, and looked at the lively scene in front of him.
Gold tiles, jade and glass lamps, this is not a magpie tower, it is clearly a golden tower.
Yin Xing looked around and saw various waiters entering the banquet table one after another. The seats for the princesses and princesses were in the middle and high place. Soon he saw the figure he had not seen for a long time.
Tonight, Xuan Yizheng was wearing a lake blue dress with silver embroidered cloud patterns. She did not wear many pearl and jade ornaments. Compared with the gorgeous attire of other princesses and princesses, she was still an eye-catching presence.
However, it was the first time that Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen from the perspective of an observer, and he found that her beautiful eyes were dull and her expression was indifferent, like a quiet and cold moon. There was not much tenderness and affection, but rather a sense of desolation and loneliness, as if this banquet was boring to her.
No wonder when Yin Xing asked about Xuan Yizheng's banquet, she seemed indifferent and not enthusiastic at all.
After staring at her like this for a long time, Yin Xing wanted to go up and talk to Xuan Yizheng, maybe it would make her happy.
After all, when Xuan Yizheng was with him, he would occasionally reveal a faint smile.
Just when Yin Xing was distracted, someone suddenly patted his shoulder. He was so shocked that he didn't dare to breathe.
"You must sprinkle this into her cup tonight." The man, dressed in waiter's clothes, stuffed the medicine bag to Yin Xing and then quickly left.
"..." Yin Xing stared blankly at the disappearing figure, lowered his eyes to look at the paper bag in his palm, and wondered why he had such an ordinary face.
Besides, this kind of plot doesn’t sound good at all.
Yin Xing looked over and then at Xuan Yizhen's side, only to find that a thin figure stood up beside her table. Her eyes widened in disbelief. How could that person look so much like her?
Oh no, if that person is the bad guy, Xuan Yizheng will be in danger tonight!
Yin Xing didn't dare to stay and hurried to the side, his eyes fixed on the figure sitting there. The loud vocals around him couldn't hide the beating of his heart. He didn't dare to imagine that something had happened to Xuan Yizheng.
Soon, Yin Xing walked quickly from the side to the high table where the princesses and princesses were seated. Seeing that the man had indeed disappeared, he leaned over and whispered, "Yizhen."
Xuan Yizhen tilted his head to look at the red face covered in sweat in front of him. His eyes wandered over her fair neck. His throat tightened slightly as he spoke softly, "What are you doing here?"
"I just found out that someone here is trying to harm you, so I came to remind you." Yin Xing responded with an uneven breath, then took out a paper bag from his sleeve and handed it to him.
"Really? If someone wanted to harm me tonight, why would I tell you?" Xuan Yizheng casually picked up the wine cup and asked softly.
Yin Xing was a little confused by Xuan Yizhen's reaction, so he could only explain everything in detail: "I just saw someone who looked very similar to me. Maybe she was the one who was going to contact the bad guys, so she disappeared just now."
After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen smiled and said with a hint of amusement, "Are you talking about that person?"
"What?" Yin Xing turned his head in confusion and followed Xuan Yizheng's gaze, and saw the man walking towards him respectfully with a wine cup. He couldn't help but hold his breath in shock.
Because they were far away before, Yin Xing just thought that the body outlines were very similar. Now that he looked at this person up close, he found that the facial features were also similar. It was really a kind of uncanny valley effect.
"Your Highness, would you like to try some fruit wine?"
"Okay, present it."
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen in disbelief. Seeing that she was about to pick up the wine cup, he quickly held her hand and called out urgently, "No, it's poisonous!"
Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes to look at Yin Xing. After a while, he handed the wine cup to her and said softly, "Poisoned wine, do you want to drink it?"
Such behavior really made Yin Xing puzzled. He looked at Xuan Yizheng's seemingly calm eyes, which seemed to be filled with cold mist, and thought to himself that she didn't believe him because she was angry.
"Okay." Yin Xing couldn't bear to see Xuan Yizheng take the risk, so he raised his hand to take the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp nervously.
This poisonous wine tastes sweet and refreshing when it enters the throat, even with the aroma of grapes, and the taste is very light.
Yin Xing thought that he would soon vomit blood due to the poison, but after waiting for a long time, there was no abnormality. He blinked at Xuan Yizheng, silently asking the reason.
Xuan Yizhen's face looked gentle because of the light. Her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and she looked as if she was in a peaceful state of mind. She poured another cup and passed it to Yin Xing's lips, saying thoughtfully, "Maybe one cup isn't poisonous enough. How about another?"
"..." Yin Xing couldn't avoid it, so he tilted his head back and drank a glass of fruit wine.
"Is it sweet?" Xuan Yizheng lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Xing's lips stained with fruit wine, and asked in a low voice.
Yin Xing pursed his lips and savored the taste carefully before responding, "Hmm, it tastes quite good."
But the effect of this poisonous wine is so slow!
Xuan Yizhen's gaze lingered for a moment before he looked away. He raised his hand to put down the cup and said indifferently, "Since it was just a joke, you can go now."
"Wait, maybe she will die from the poison soon." Yin Xing gently pulled the red silk ribbon on Xuan Yizheng's wrist with his fingertips and tied it together with the red silk ribbon on his own wrist to prevent her from driving him away angrily.
"Why are you still pestering me when you're about to die from the poison?" Xuan Yizheng's gaze stayed on the red silk ribbons around their wrists. His eyes were dim, but he still didn't look at Yin Xing.
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen's still cold expression, only feeling that the light against the jade-white face made it a little unclear, so he leaned closer and replied: "Yizhen, if I die, I will never see you again, so I will miss you very much."
His words became fainter and fainter, his vision blurred, and Yin Xing's consciousness faded into darkness.
Suddenly, his arm dropped with a slight force, and Xuan Yizheng lightly embraced Yin Xing, whose cheeks were flushed more and more. His fingertips touched her long nose with suspicion, and he lowered his eyes to hide the shadow of joy, and a light laugh escaped his lips.
It was just two cups of fruit wine, her alcohol tolerance was really too low.
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