Chapter 36 (8,000 words) Yin Xing secretly reads a bad book...
The autumn wind gradually dispels the summer heat, bringing a refreshing and pleasant feeling. Even the noisy cicadas gradually die down, and everything seems to be becoming peaceful.
Yin Xing looked at the clear water in the basin and checked the tooth marks on the side of his neck. They had faded a lot.
But Yin Xing still felt guilty, so she tied a gauze scarf as a neck scarf to avoid being looked at strangely.
The officials of the Dali Temple are all very capable, and Yin Xing doesn't want any strange rumors to spread now.
Now that he is finally going to marry Xuan Yizhen, Yin Xing doesn't want any other trouble to happen.
However, when she thought of getting married, Yin Xing remembered Xuan Yizhen's intimate behavior that night, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her mind flew away.
On weekdays, we often see Xuan Yizheng calm, self-possessed, proud and noble, but rarely see her cautious and nervous.
"Strange, it's quite cool now, why are you wearing this outfit?" Jiang Yun turned over and looked at the window suspiciously.
"I'm a little cold." Yin Xing avoided his gaze and tried to act as normal as possible.
This Jiang Yun never takes the usual path, he is too elusive and hard to guard against!
Yin Xing raised her hand and tugged at the scarf around her neck, confirming it was properly covered. Then she sat back down at the desk and changed the subject, "You're not going to look at the case files again, are you?"
Jiang Yun's gaze fell on Yin Xing's flushed face, and he felt that her attempts to hide her feelings only made them more obvious. He said in a teasing tone, "I'm here to congratulate you on becoming Princess Zhanghua's consort."
Originally, Jiang Yun was looking for an opportunity to let Yin Xing attend the palace banquet in order to make her give up.
After all, many officials in the court felt that Xiahou Shao would receive an imperial edict granting him marriage.
Jiang Yun had no doubt about this. No one expected that Yin Xing would receive a marriage decree.
"Thank you." Yin Xing responded shyly with a flushed face. He felt unreal, as if he was dreaming.
"But haven't you heard about the mysterious deaths of Princess Zhanghua's two future consorts?" Jiang Yun looked at Yin Xing, who looked like a young girl in love and shy, and had to remind her directly.
This Yin Xing is too stupid, and she probably couldn't understand what he said in such a tactful way.
Hearing this, Yin Xing calmed down a little and nodded in response: "Yeah, I've heard some rumors."
But Yin Xing didn't know much, not even the night Xiahou Shao died, which was still fresh in his memory.
Seeing Yin Xing's fearless look, Jiang Yun had to swallow the words of persuasion he wanted to say, and fell into silence with a sigh.
Ordinary people would not turn back until they hit the wall, but Yin Xing would not turn back even if he hit the wall. He was completely obsessed.
Come to think of it, aren't all those young masters from aristocratic families possessed by evil spirits?
In the past, because Princess Zhang Hua rarely showed up, there were many rumors in the capital that she was ugly. But now, her reputation has suddenly changed, and many people say that she is beautiful and has the appearance of an immortal. However, Jiang Yun only believes in his own eyes, so he doesn't care about the rumors.
"I originally thought you were here to ask me about Xiahou Shao's death." Yin Xing knew that the Dali Temple was in charge of the trial of this case, and he was an eyewitness, so Jiang Yun would come to ask some questions.
"I'm still in charge of Princess Xinyang's affairs. I'm not interested in investigating the deaths of young masters from aristocratic families. They usually involve family interests, and the truth often has nothing to do with justice. It's boring." Jiang Yun said arrogantly as he sat aside, holding a sword.
Yin Xing was surprised to see Jiang Yun so indifferent to the murder case. She raised her hand to prepare tea for her and said, "That's right. Princess Xinyang still refuses to plead guilty?"
The deaths of the two future princes-in-law and Xiahou Shao were all related to aristocratic families and royal relatives. Compared with ordinary murders, this matter is indeed too involved and very complicated.
I didn't expect that although Jiang Yun looked impetuous and unrestrained, he was not completely unaware of the current situation in the court. On the contrary, he was very clear about it.
Jiang Yun took the tea unceremoniously and blew on it, but didn't drink it. He said irritably, "This is a very troublesome matter. Princess Xinyang insists she didn't know about the connection between cochineal and the corpse, but she's the only one who benefited. As for the disguise gang, they haven't been caught yet. Now her mother, the eldest princess, keeps pleading with the emperor for mercy. If she can be exonerated even with irrefutable evidence, it's really infuriating!"
Seeing Jiang Yun so anxious and angry, Yin Xing was a little worried about his tea set, so he quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, with so many lives lost and evidence, Princess Xinyang can't escape the blame."
"It's hard to say. Now that the emperor hasn't issued an edict, Princess Xinyang is only being held in the Princess's Mansion. If her mother finds a scapegoat, maybe she can escape." Seeing that Yin Xing was obviously unaware of the many methods used by the powerful, Jiang Yun explained to her.
Being a royal relative is sometimes a golden ticket to immunity from death.
If the emperor had been willing to cover up the disappearance within half a month, this disappearance that shocked the dynasty might have disappeared without a trace.
Yin Xing hesitated and asked, "Isn't the evidence collected by the Dali Temple sufficient to convict Princess Xinyang?"
Jiang Yun shook his head and frowned as he replied, "Princess Xinyang is adamant she doesn't know the origin of the cochineal bugs in Quelou Rouge. I think she'll push all the blame onto her subordinates. Furthermore, her facial injuries make her more convincing."
The missing person case initially caused panic among the people of the dynasty because the deceased's face was peeled off, so people naturally thought that the face peeling was done by the murderer.
Princess Xinyang is a well-known victim, and this contradiction actually gives her a lot of room for manipulation.
After hearing what Jiang Yun said, Yin Xing felt that it was difficult to deal with the situation. He muttered, "The injury on Princess Xinyang's face is indeed strange. She couldn't have known that the matter was exposed in advance, so she was so cruel to herself."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Yun paused while drinking his tea. He looked at Yin Xing sternly and said, "Yes, you are right."
"Ah?" Yin Xing looked confused and had no idea what he said was right.
"Everything has become so serious because of the disappearance of Princess Xinyang. Maybe someone is trying to uncover evidence of her guilt." If Princess Xinyang had not disappeared, the missing cases in various states that Jiang Yun was investigating would never have caused such a stir.
Not to mention that Princess Xinyang would never hurt her own face, thereby involving Quelou in exposing the existence of cochineal.
The group of people who are good at disguise should be the mastermind behind the disappearance. Perhaps Princess Xinyang was trying to get the skin of a tiger and ended up suffering from it.
As for those who actually add fuel to the fire and watch the evil spirits fight each other, they should have more solid evidence.
Jiang Yun already had a suspect in his mind. After thinking about this, he stood up and hurriedly left the hall.
Yin Xing didn't have time to ask before he saw Jiang Yun disappear from his sight. He asked in confusion, "So what was I right about?"
The autumn wind sways the yellowed branches and leaves of the trees outside the window, and the mottled light cast between them gradually changes.
Inside the Princess's Mansion, Princess Xinyang looked through the window at the guards stationed in the front hall, anxious and irritated, her eyes filled with displeasure as she said, "This is all your fault. If I can't escape, I won't let you off easy!"
The Second Princess sat by the side, drinking tea. The ruby Zen beads on her wrist shone brightly. She looked up at Princess Xinyang and said, "You are the one who manages the Magpie Tower for your aunt. You are the one who reaps all the benefits. How have I done anything wrong?"
"I never interfered with cochineal matters. It's obvious that those disappearances were all caused by your orders."
"At this point, please understand the situation and stop talking nonsense. After all, the cochineal insects are supplied to Quelou, and I am not doing business."
Princess Xinyang was furious. She stared at the Second Princess and shouted angrily, "How dare you take advantage of me!"
The Second Princess looked directly at Princess Xinyang without fear. She slowly stood up, approached her, and said coldly, "If anyone is to blame for this, blame Xuan Yizhen. I am helping you. As long as you make good use of this disfigured face and play the victim, you may have a chance to make a comeback."
The secret of Quelou was that on the surface it was to provide Princess Xinyang with such priceless items as cochineal insects, and secretly it was also to provide a training ground for the Second Princess to become a disguise artist. This was a perfect plan.
But Xuan Yizheng actually found burial pits in many places, and even the Huozhang Manor in the capital knew of its existence. There were so many hidden clues that it was terrifying to think about it carefully.
If the Second Princess had not acted cautiously and used the title of Princess Xinyang to the outside world, she would probably have been implicated and her reputation would have been ruined.
"Hehe, the Third Princess is right. If you hadn't wanted to fight with Xuan Yizheng, how could she have discovered what we did? Now you want to use me? You're dreaming!" Princess Xinyang looked at the Second Princess with a ferocious face and refuted loudly.
"Well, then I'm afraid your fake face cannot be repaired and maintained any further, and you will never see the light of day again." The second princess threatened slowly.
Hearing this, Princess Xinyang's expression changed. She looked at the Second Princess as if she had seen an evil spirit, her whole body shaking with anger. She asked, "Aren't you afraid that my mother will punish you?"
The Second Princess sneered meanly, "You've really been raised by your aunt to be too stupid. Do you think your father would abandon his own bloodline for your aunt?"
After she finished speaking, Princess Xinyang slumped down on the chair as if she had lost her strength. She reached out and gently stroked her fake face, full of regret for having believed the Second Princess.
Now not only is he infamous, his face is ruined, and even his mother is implicated. How hateful!
In the silence, the teacup on the table was knocked to the ground by Princess Xinyang with a wave of her hand. The tea on the ground reflected the mottled light and changed freely.
In the inner garden of the villa, the surface of a pond was rippling and sparkling. Jiang Yun sat in the pavilion, his gaze shifting from the beautiful garden scenery to the figure behind the exquisite screen.
Xuan Yizheng held the needle and thread with her fingertips and threaded it through the embroidery frame with slow movements. She continued to embroider as if she was unaware of Jiang Yun's presence.
Jiang Yun couldn't quite see what was happening behind the screen. He sniffed the rich incense, feeling uncomfortable. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose, saying, "Princess Zhanghua, I'm here to discuss the disappearance of Princess Xinyang. Do you have any information?"
"The Dali Temple already has witnesses and evidence in this case. What does Detective Jiang want to know?" Xuan Yizhen replied casually without looking up. His gaze fell on the lake surface woven into an embroidered pattern made of black hair, where the twin lotus flowers that were just beginning to take shape were intertwined with each other, as if they were born from the same body.
"According to Lord Yin's statement, Princess Zhang Hua experienced an attempted murder during the Qixi Festival banquet, and I found out that a waiter fell from the Que Tower that night." Jiang Yun was unable to observe Princess Zhang Hua's expression, so he could only listen to the noise and try to find out the truth through Yin Xing's relationship.
Xuan Yizhen lowered her beautiful eyes, her fingertips delicately threading the needle through the embroidery frame. She said disapprovingly, "Constable Jiang is so dedicated, I'm sure he's already investigated that woman at the flower market."
Hearing this, Jiang Yun's expression froze slightly, and he replied cautiously, "Yes, but I didn't find that woman at the Flower Market."
Jiang Yun did not mention this to Yin Xing because he suspected that the woman was not an ordinary person.
The manor where cochineal insects are cultivated is mostly built with tiles. This is because Huo Zhang does not like too much rain, otherwise he will not be able to survive the rainy season.
Therefore, unless someone deliberately sneaks into the manor to investigate, it is impossible for ordinary people to see the blooming fire palm flowers outside the heavily guarded manor with high walls and tiled roofs.
The woman who told Yin Xing about the Fire Palm was most likely Princess Zhang Hua's spies.
"So what else does Constable Jiang want to know?"
"To be honest, Princess Xinyang is unwilling to admit her guilt, so I took the liberty to come and question Princess Zhanghua."
Xuan Yizhen paused for a moment, his palm gripping the sharp scissors as the needle and thread tangled together. He cut them off and said calmly, "If you're not afraid of offending the powerful, you can investigate the Second Princess. She and Princess Xinyang often appeared in the Magpie Tower in the past."
Jiang Yun frowned, not expecting the Second Princess to be involved. He said doubtfully, "Thank you, Princess Zhanghua."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Yun stood up and was about to leave, but the hand holding the sword suddenly softened, and he couldn't help but feel frightened!
This incense was so strong that even martial artists could hardly resist it. Jiang Yun's cheeks were slightly sweaty, and he secretly sighed that he had been careless.
At this time, the figure behind the screen remained motionless. A clear voice rang out slowly, but with an infinite chill, and it said in a deep voice: "Inspector Jiang, my villa is not open to everyone. If you implicate Yin Xing in the Dali Temple case again, you will not have the chance to leave."
"Yes." Jiang Yun responded in shock, and stood up with the help of his sword with great effort. He did not stay in the pavilion any longer, thinking to himself that Princess Zhang Hua had indeed arranged people to monitor Yin Xing's every move.
Therefore, Princess Zhang Hua must know that the last time she took Yin Xing to investigate the manor, it was definitely a warning full of murderous intent.
It seems that I should not contact Princess Zhang Hua in the future, otherwise I don’t know how I will die.
If the story between Princess Xinyang and the Second Princess is true, then Princess Zhanghua, who knows everything, will only be an even more terrifying existence.
Jiang Yun suddenly felt that Yin Xing's dullness was not entirely a bad thing. Otherwise, if she understood the nature of the princess's wife, she probably would not have been shy like a young girl in love.
Outside the pavilion, the autumn wind blows gently, all the flowers wither, and the branches and leaves turn pale yellow. Only the red maple trees outside the pavilion are blooming brightly red, dazzling and brilliant. Occasionally, a few petals fall into the green pool, adding some color, layer upon layer, like a red glow.
In the Dali Temple, the general treasury gradually became a little more relaxed after processing the review of the autumn execution case files that had accumulated over the year.
Seeing that his colleagues went to rest as usual, Yin Xing tilted his head to look at the archives inside, and the idea of checking the case files of the previous two prospective princes-in-law who died mysteriously came to his mind.
Perhaps due to Jiang Yun's bad influence, Yin Xing no longer abides by the rules of the Dali Temple.
After a while, Yin Xing confirmed that no one would come in, then he took out two sets of keys, got up and entered the storage room.
The main warehouse is larger and deeper than the other four. In order to prevent accidents such as fire, most of the interior furnishings are stone chambers and iron.
Generally speaking, two officials are required to open the warehouse door, but Jiang Yun specially taught Yin Xing how to copy the key, so it is very convenient.
Yin Xing was searching through the layers of bookshelves, blinking his eyes as he looked at the complicated numbers, and raised his hand to take something from the high shelf.
In the silence, even the slightest sound seemed particularly obvious. Yin Xing felt guilty and became even more suspicious.
When he sat down at the table in a bright place with the case file in his hand, Yin Xing was quite nervous as he had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead even though the weather was cool.
Yin Xing carefully flipped through the sealed case files, and his eyes fell on the trial file in the middle. Only then did he know that Xuan Yizhen's first prospective son-in-law was a candidate selected from the Wanqi clan.
However, this future prince consort spontaneously combusted in broad daylight and turned into a charred corpse, and many of his entourage were killed or injured.
"So outrageous?" Yin Xing thought it might be a very brutal case, but he didn't expect it to be so weird.
Then Yin Xing flipped through the case file of the second prospective son-in-law. This man was a young man from the Shangguan family. He was on a cruise ship that fell into the lake and was bitten by a fish monster, leaving only his head and skeleton.
Yin Xing couldn't believe his eyes!
If this wasn't a case file from the Dali Temple, Yin Xing would have felt like he was listening to a ghost story told by someone on the streets of the capital.
Because both cases appeared to be accidental homicides, there were no further trial documents.
Soon, Yin Xing put the case file back to its place, raised his hand to pour tea, and trembled unconsciously.
Yin Xing did not witness these two cases with his own eyes, but he saw Xiahou Shao's death clearly. His death was very painful and strange.
At that time, no one in the entire hall had contact with Xiahou Shao, and there were many palace guards at the banquet, so everything was normal.
Apart from himself and Xiahou Shao who entered Jinzhu Garden, no one else had the chance to take action.
How did the person behind this strange death manage to do it?
Yin Xing could hardly hold the teacup with one hand, so he had to hold it with both hands and swallow it in big gulps, thinking that drinking more water is good for the body!
The sun was setting outside the window, and it was gradually getting cooler. At dusk, Yin Xing returned to the courtyard and saw the maid preparing a meal, which included fish. She said shyly, "I don't feel like eating fish recently."
"Yes." The maid asked someone to remove the fish bowl in confusion.
As night fell, Yin Xing ate and bathed in a restless mood, and then sat cross-legged at the desk to write a letter.
Yin Xing did not mention much about his secret reading of the case files, and soon handed the letter to the maid.
The pavilion became a little quiet, and the sound of fish splashing in the water could be heard outside. Yin Xing timidly wrapped himself in a thin blanket, planning to find some books to copy, and even wanted to borrow some scriptures from Xuan Yizheng to exorcise evil spirits!
Admittedly, Yin Xing didn't believe in ghosts, but he was still very scared.
Just as Yin Xing was looking for something to read on the bookshelf, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the broken book placed at the highest place. He stood on tiptoe and raised his hand to pick up the album.
Yin Xing looked around and confirmed that the maids would not enter to disturb him before sitting back on the couch with the damaged book in his hands.
Even after flipping through it again, Yin Xing still felt that the album was delicately and elegantly drawn. Looking at the woman in the intimate posture, his cheeks became hot, and he inexplicably recalled the scenes when he and Xuan Yizheng were close.
If you look at it from a bystander's perspective, it would probably be even more excessive.
Yin Xing lay on the low couch and flipped through the album. He saw that the more he read, the more exposed the content became. From outer garments to middle garments, and finally even the undergarments were gradually removed, revealing the female form before him. He raised his hand in shame and closed the album. He covered his head with a thin blanket and muttered in a muffled voice, "No, this is too embarrassing."
The candlelight flickered, and Yin Xing fell into a drowsy sleep.
Unexpectedly, a hazy scene from a painting appeared in the dream, and Xuan Yizheng became the person in the painting with loose clothes. Her tall figure was looming, slender and graceful, cold and gentle, far more captivating than the one in the picture album.
Outside the water pavilion, a thin sun rose unknowingly. Yin Xing woke up with a flushed face. A thin layer of sweat stained his hair, making it wet and sticky. He lowered his eyes and hid the damaged book under the cushion of the low couch, then hurried to the inner room to change clothes and wash up.
When Yin Xing entered the Dali Temple on time, his breathing was still a little unstable and he was full of embarrassment.
Yin Xing, who was walking in the corridor, fanned himself with his hand and saw Jiang Yun and Liu Ci from afar. They entered the morgue together and he thought they had uncovered some case.
Immediately, Yin Xing stepped forward, just wanting to ask about the autopsies of the two future princes-in-law.
But when Yin Xing entered the morgue, he realized that it would be more appropriate to call it a hospital.
Seeing many coroners coming in and out of the doors, Yin Xing did not see Jiang Yun and the others. Instead, he found some people holding instruments in their hands, which were faintly covered with some black and purple flesh and blood. He suddenly felt like vomiting.
So Yin Xing gave up the idea and left the autopsy room decisively, otherwise he would have had breakfast in vain.
But until noon, Yin Xing had no appetite to eat. He just drank water, trying to forget the bloody scene.
However, surprisingly, Jiang Yun did not come to the general warehouse in the afternoon, but Yin Xing did not dare to go to the morgue to find her now.
That quiet Miss Liu Ci is really a hidden talent.
In the evening, when Yin Xing left the Dali Temple, he was already hungry, so he returned to the courtyard early to eat.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Yizhen came to the courtyard today. She was holding a scroll in her hands, her beautiful eyes lowered, showing her quiet and elegant demeanor. Yin Xing called out in surprise: "Yizhen, what's wrong with you..."
Yin Xing's joy and words came to an abrupt halt when he discovered the broken book in Xuan Yizhen's hand. He looked at the cushions on the low couch with disbelief!
Oh no, I was so busy watching out for the maids that I forgot about Xuan Yizhen who came and went freely.
"Why aren't you talking?" Xuan Yizheng's beautiful eyes were quiet and her expression was unclear. She flipped the picture album with her fingertips, making a rustling sound, and said calmly.
"..." Yin Xing completely couldn't understand Xuan Yizheng's thoughts, and was struggling between leniency for confessing and severity for resisting.
Has Xuan Yizhen never read such a bad book?!
After a while, Yin Xing stammered, "When did Yizhen come?"
Xuan Yizhen raised his eyes and replied calmly, "Not long ago. You came back early today. Is there something urgent?"
"No, I'm not in a hurry!" Yin Xing denied decisively. He didn't dare to look at Xuan Yizheng's eyes, let alone look at the bad book. He could only look at the smooth lacquered wooden floor, trying to find a crack to crawl into.
"Then sit down and take a look together." Xuan Yizheng's words were particularly gentle, but there was no light in his eyes, only a misty cold fog.
Yin Xing's breathing stopped, and he had no doubt in his heart that his death was approaching. He hesitantly called out: "Yizhen, this is not good, right?"
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing's blushing cheeks. After a moment, he raised his hand, grasped her wrist, and pulled her to sit down. He replied calmly, "What's wrong with that? You put it between the beds. Haven't you seen it?"
"Actually, I've only seen a little bit of it." Yin Xing explained shamefully, trying to save his precarious reputation.
"But if you don't look at the atlas often, how can the folds be so obvious?"
"I did that by accident."
Yin Xing was too embarrassed to say that he forgot to put away the damaged book before going to bed last night, which caused the crease to appear accidentally. Otherwise, he would probably have even more wild thoughts.
What serious person would use this kind of picture book as bedtime reading!
Xuan Yizhen nodded slightly, and replied thoughtfully: "Is that so? Then you can go and collect it."
As she spoke, Xuan Yizhen closed the album and slowly handed it over. Her beautiful eyes reflected Yin Xing's blushing face.
This kind of reaction forced Yin Xing to take the album with gritted teeth. He then stood up as if sitting on pins and needles, walked towards the bookshelf, and raised his hand, wishing he could hide the bad book in the gap between the bookshelves.
After Yin Xing withdrew her hand, she turned around and looked at Xuan Yizhen, who was sitting upright beside the low couch. At this moment, the inside of the pavilion was a little dim, while the outside of the pavilion behind her was still shimmering with the light yellow slanting sunlight. Birds were flying through the clouds, creating a quiet and lonely scene.
At this time, an autumn breeze blew, and Xuan Yizhen's moon-white skirt moved lightly, like scattered moonlight, invisibly outlining her exquisite figure. Yin Xing stopped breathing and thought of the beautiful scene in his dream.
Xuan Yizhen let Yin Xing's blazing gaze fall on him, calm and at ease, saying casually, "You put the album so high up. If I want to look at it later, won't it be very inconvenient?"
"I don't usually watch it." Yin Xing explained weakly, his cheeks burning hot.
If I had known Xuan Yizhen would have such a lukewarm reaction, she would have scolded me instead.
As he spoke, Yin Xing walked over and sat down, wanting to see Xuan Yizheng's expression, but he saw that her beautiful eyes were quiet and ethereal, without any displeasure or shyness, as if she was just smiling indifferently.
"Yizhen, have you seen this kind of picture album before?" Yin Xing asked curiously.
"No, if you like, I can pick out some more exquisite picture albums for you." Xuan Yizheng responded bluntly. He raised his hand and gently touched Yin Xing's cheek, feeling the warmth. His dark eyes were filled with strange scrutiny, like a frozen lake, silent and motionless.
Yin Xing blushed and shook her head, secretly regretting that she had failed to find out if Xuan Yi was really shy, and instead dug a hole for herself!
Seeing this, Xuan Yizhen didn't quite understand Yin Xing's reaction. His gaze fell on her fluttering eyelashes, and he felt the rising heat in his palm. He slowly said, "Do you want to try something like the one in the painting?"
Before Yin Xing could react after he said that, a cool kiss fell on her lips, and the hand that was originally holding her cheek was pressed on the back of her neck at some point, because Xuan Yizheng was deepening the kiss with the refreshing mint flavor little by little.
Yin Xing closed his eyes in a daze, as if he knew nothing, yet as if he knew everything.
The cool and soft touch is like tasting ice cream.
But the breath that fell on the cheek was somewhat warm, and the spray aroused endless itchiness.
When it ended suddenly, Yin Xing's heart was beating like thunder. He opened his eyes blankly. The water pavilion became darker and darker, but Xuan Yizhen, who was right in front of him, was not blurry. It was just that her expression was like an exquisite jade statue, neither sad nor happy, and never changed.
They were clearly doing such an intimate thing, but Xuan Yizheng acted like a bystander, which was too weird.
"Yizhen, do you want to?"
"What?"
Seeing Xuan Yizhen seemed a little confused, Yin Xing raised his hand uneasily to touch her cold cheek and said solemnly: "This is different from tasting rouge. If Yizhen doesn't want to, then let's not try it."
For some reason, Yin Xing felt that Xuan Yizheng was just teasing her because she didn't seem to be interested at all.
Xuan Yizhen calmly considered and replied, "It seems you don't really want to, so let's not try."
After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng raised his hand to straighten Yin Xing's collar, and lifted her chin with his cool fingertips to check the tooth mark.
"Yizhen, will you be unhappy?" Yin Xing never took his eyes off the still gentle Xuan Yizhen in front of him, feeling that she seemed to be wearing an overly perfect mask at all times.
Because Xuan Yizheng had not directly answered her question just now, she seemed to be just judging her preferences and taking corresponding actions.
"No, I just don't want you to look at the women in the paintings. If you have any questions, wouldn't it be better to ask me?" Xuan Yizheng looked at Yin Xing and responded, rubbing the teeth marks with his fingertips, feeling her fragile beating blood, and his heart was actually a little irritated.
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen's calm and reserved eyes, and faintly felt some dissatisfaction, which was frightening, but also relieved. He said softly, "Okay, as long as Yizhen is unhappy and doesn't like it, I won't peek anymore."
If Xuan Yizhen always appeared just the right amount of gentleness and tolerance, Yin Xing would feel that she was hiding her true emotions.
Yin Xing hopes that Xuan Yizheng can trust him more, even just a little bit.
"But you have already seen the women in the paintings. What should you do?" Xuan Yizheng's fingertips moved along the blood vessels in Yin Xing's neck, his voice slightly deep.
"Then what does Yizhen want me to do?" Yin Xing did not avoid Xuan Yizhen's actions. He touched her face with his palm, trying to feel her emotions.
But Xuan Yizhen's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't show any displeasure at all.
After she finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng did not respond. Yin Xing hoped that she was just thinking about it, not avoiding it.
After a long time, the waterside pavilion grew darker and darker. Xuan Yizhen leaned closer, his thin lips pressed against the corner of Yin Xing's eyes. He moved slowly and murmured, "Then I'll eat your eyes."
Yin Xing closed his eyes, thinking about this somewhat strange statement, but was distracted by Xuan Yizhen's kiss, so he replied truthfully: "This way I won't be able to see Yizhen anymore."
"That's right." Xuan Yizhen paused the kiss for a moment, and fiddled with Yin Xing's soft earlobe with his fingertips, moving slowly, "Then I'll eat your ear, because you're a little disobedient. I said I'd teach you a lesson."
"It's so itchy, but I don't have ears, so I can never hear Yizhen speak again." Yin Xing tilted his head to avoid it, but couldn't help but responded with a smile.
I always feel that Xuan Yi is really like a child sometimes.
Xuan Yizhen followed suit, letting out a faint laugh, light and fleeting, like sand blown away by the wind. He wrapped his arms around Yin Xing, tightening his grip. His slightly lowered eyes revealed a hint of seriousness as he spoke, "What punishment should I give Xing'er if she displeases me?"
Yin Xing clung to Xuan Yizhen, his heart beating rapidly as he listened to her soft words. His eyes fell on her cold profile in the darkness, and he could sense her embarrassment. He kissed her lips, imitating the way she had coaxed him last time, and said flatteringly, "I'm sorry."
This was a very light kiss, soft and slightly moist, which then turned slightly cool in an instant, as if Yin Xing had taken away some of her body temperature.
Xuan Yizheng pursed his lips in surprise, lowered his eyes to look at Yin Xingsheng's smiling eyes, lowered his head to accept her apology, absorbed the warmth of the autumn night, and wanted more.
Yin Xing, who had thought Xuan Yizhen would be difficult to coax when she was angry, only discovered that she was more gentle and kind than he had imagined until he retreated with difficulty breathing!
"Yizhen, will you be happy like this?"
"Um."
Xuan Yizhen wrapped his arms around Yin Xing, whose worry had turned to joy. He felt her heartbeat and warmth. His fingertips casually fiddled with the red silk ribbon around her wrist, then slowly hooked it around her little finger. He said solemnly and forcefully, "From now on, any intimacy must be tested with me first. You are not allowed to use other things, as they will corrupt you."
As he spoke, Xuan Yizheng looked at the picture album on the bookshelf, still unable to hide his concern.
The irritability that had been flowing in his blood before was extremely uncomfortable. Xuan Yi really didn't like Yin Xing looking at other women, even if it was just a picture album.
It seems that Yin Xing’s food, clothing, housing and transportation need to be paid more attention in the future, otherwise it will be difficult for her to resist temptation at her age.
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