Chapter 42 (9,000 words) Wife, wife, life should be...
The spring rain is as fine as needles, tapping against the roof tiles and window sills. The night is dark and the weather is even colder.
The sound of falling rain quietly concealed the lingering rustling sounds inside.
Yin Xing raised her head and lightly kissed the cool thin lips, trying to give warmth, but the kiss kept deepening until she retreated with slightly rapid breathing. Her cheeks were hot, and her bright and watery eyes fell on Xuan Yizheng, who was wearing a thin green dress and had black hair hanging down. Her indifferent expression at this moment was like a compassionate Bodhisattva, who was giving her endless gifts.
"You can't use ribbons that are too long tonight, otherwise it will be inconvenient later."
"good."
The clear voice that spoke was only a little hoarse, but it made Yin Xing's blood boil. His eyes fell on Xuan Yizheng's jade hands holding the bright red silk, and meandered upwards. He saw that her belt was loose, and her thin skirt was half open, revealing her exquisite figure like a porcelain white jade statue. The fullness of her figure was subtly changed in a half-covered and particularly captivating way.
Xuan Yizhen placed the silk ribbon in Yin Xing's palm, rubbing his fingertips along the lines of her palm. His calm, beautiful eyes met hers with anticipation, and he said slowly, "Usually, the soft touch of lips and tongue should be easier to accept. Let's try it first."
Yin Xing nodded obediently, unable to concentrate on studying Xuan Yizheng's words. Her face, her voice, her body, everything about her was filled with indescribable temptation.
He wrapped the red silk ribbon in his hand around the two people's wrists. As the force became stronger, Xuan Yizheng's breathing gradually changed.
It seems that neither kissing nor hugging can bring Xuan Yizheng any pleasure.
Although Yin Xing was still reluctant to tie the knot tightly, he tried his best to cooperate with Xuan Yizheng in order to make her happy and safe.
After all, if Xuan Yizheng were to do it herself, her strength would usually be greater and her moves would be more dangerous. Compared to the limbs, entanglement around the body and neck is often more deadly.
"Xing'er, come here, okay?" Xuan Yizheng leaned back against the soft pillow, and her slender fingertips had already hooked around Yin Xing's neck. Her actions were unquestionable, but her words were extremely soft and pitiful.
"Okay." Yin Xing leaned closer to Xuan Yizheng in front of him, his skin pressed against hers and his lips close to hers. His gaze fell on her dark eyes shrouded in mist, which were faintly illuminated by a faint light, like a solitary lamp swaying in the morning mist, or like a faint fire floating in the mountains, mysterious and eye-catching.
Perhaps Xuan Yi is really a ball of uncontrollable fire, and gentleness and kindness are all layers of exquisite and fragile glass that she has laid.
Therefore, Yin Xing knew that she could not give up halfway, otherwise Xuan Yizhen would not only burn herself, but also destroy herself.
Fire itself carries the danger of destroying everything.
Inside the gauze curtain, heat gradually surged, and the sound of rain outside seemed to disappear. The slender fingertips caressed Yin Xing's soft hair, bringing a rustling sound.
Xuan Yizheng controlled the strength of his fingertips, trying his best not to hurt Yin Xing, but he could not control the spasms of his body. He had to hold the other hand that was tied to hers tightly, as if only in this way could he avoid sinking into the unspeakable sea of desire and suffocating to death.
His messy black hair stuck to Xuan Yizheng's jade-white face and neck. Countless fine beads of sweat slid down his cold jade face to the sides of his slender neck. The mess of black and white made Xuan Yizheng look more like a drowning person entangled in water plants, unable to struggle.
When the slender jade feet curled up like a spasm, the arch of the foot tightened, the thin lips were pursed into a thin line, and the breathing stopped, Xuan Yizheng's eyes were dull and empty. He vaguely felt that he was floating in the air, and the shaky feeling of weightlessness was like a silent silk ribbon strangling his neck, dragging him into the endless hell.
Xuan Yizheng subconsciously tightened their clasped hands, unwilling to keep Yin Xing.
But because of this, Xuan Yizheng was able to slowly come back to his senses. His gaze fell from the gauze curtain to the soft top of Yin Xing's head as she bowed her head, and he never moved away for a moment. Then he realized that he was quietly melting her tongue like a night candle, and his breath was long and deep, and he could hardly get some fresh air.
That was the place where offspring were born, and now Xuan Yizheng looked at Yin Xing who was kneeling obediently, and his fingertips couldn't help but stroke her soft hair, and suddenly he had the desire to nourish her with his own flesh and blood.
Xuan Yi didn’t understand blood ties in the past, but now he suddenly felt a little regretful. It would be great if he could coexist with Yin Xing like a lotus with two stems intertwined in flesh and blood.
Her thoughts were scattered as the waves swept over her, and the force of Xuan Yizheng's palm on her hair unconsciously increased.
It wasn't until the sudden coughing sounded that Xuan Yizhen's gaze returned. He looked at Yin Xing's face as she breathed heavily, his gaze wandering to her overly wet lips as he said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
Yin Xing blushed as he looked at Xuan Yizhen's blushing face, shook his head and stammered, "It's okay."
That was close, I almost died!
"Then let's do it again." Xuan Yizheng slightly moved his arms closer to her, and with the palm of his hand, he considerately wiped the moisture from the tip of Yin Xing's nose. His eyes dimmed slightly, and were full of gentle temptation.
"Okay." Yin Xing felt embarrassed to accept Xuan Yizheng's gaze at this moment. He always felt that what he was doing now was a bit like blaspheming the bright and clean Bodhisattva.
But Xuan Yizheng seemed very interested, so Yin Xing wanted to continue to bend over, but the action was stopped.
Xuan Yizhen looked into Yin Xing's pure, dark eyes. He turned over in a trance, looking down at her bewildered expression from above. He lowered his body gently and coaxed her softly, "You'll be very tired like that, so try a different position."
Yin Xing didn't expect that Xuan Yizheng could always break through his imagination again and again. When his eyes met her dark and gloomy eyes, he actually read some eagerness to try and excitement, which made him lose his mind.
The sound of rain outside the house resumed its incessant noise. The graceful and charming figure standing upright in the gauze curtain was like a willow branch swaying in the wind and rain, soft yet tenacious. Xuan Yizheng's jade-white skin gradually turned light red, blooming with a different kind of vitality.
Xuan Yizheng tilted her slender neck, closed her eyes and immersed herself in it, her breathing disordered. She couldn't help but vaguely remember that her original intention was to demonstrate to Yin Xing so that she could gradually indulge in it.
But now Xuan Yizhen found himself sinking deeper into the mud, as if he had tasted the sweetness of marrow.
Love is such an uncontrollable existence, it is really dangerous. It seems appropriate to take Yin Xing with me to sink into it.
The night was long, and when the crystal raindrops sprayed and slid down to wet the clean and clear eyes, Yin Xing looked as pitiful as if she was in tears. Xuan Yizheng lowered his eyes and couldn't help trembling and breathing lightly. He felt himself falling into her eyes dizzy, wanting to fight with her to death.
It was a hazy rainy night. When the lingering spring rain for more than a month subsided unnoticed, the sun in the capital gradually became brighter and warmer.
In the morning, new green leaves appeared on the branches at the corners of the walls. There was a long queue for porridge in the streets of the market. The porridge was sweet and mellow, and many people were waiting for blessings from noble people.
"The Second Princess is such a kind person. She provides relief and porridge every month."
"Yes, this rice porridge tastes even more fragrant and thicker than the expensive rice in the store, so it must be expensive."
"That's why they say the Second Princess is kindhearted. She has been giving out porridge all these years without changing her ways, and that's why she's so famous."
The crowd was filled with praise. Jiang Yun looked at the waiters distributing porridge and wondered, "Are they really that kind?"
After he finished speaking, Liu Ci brought over a bowl of porridge and calmly tasted it. There was no medicine in it before he spoke: "Hmm, this porridge is thick and sweet. Would you like some?"
Jiang Yun withdrew his gaze, looked at Liu Ci, and cooperated by lowering his head and drinking a sip of the porridge in her hand.
"It tastes really good. I had breakfast earlier. Ah Ci, you can have some."
"Okay, but why is Ayun still investigating the Second Princess? She obviously hates getting involved with the powerful, doesn't she?"
Liu Ci continued to hold the bowl of porridge in his hand, puzzled, and drank it slowly, waiting for an answer.
Jiang Yun watched Liu Ci finish her porridge bit by bit, and felt that she sometimes exuded the same simple and lovely love as when she was a child. He teased, "I really hate the powerful, but according to the news, the second princess is related to the disguise force in the missing case."
With so many women's lives at stake, if there are other accomplices besides Princess Xinyang, we naturally cannot let them go.
What's more, Jiang Yun felt that this time he might be able to find more important and conclusive evidence.
Liu Ci looked at Jiang Yun's righteous eyes, grabbed her hand and said, "Then be careful. I have a feeling this Second Princess is not easy to deal with."
"Don't worry, I won't take any risks." Jiang Yunhui held Liu Ci's hand, his smile fading as he looked at the grateful people who were holding their bowls of porridge.
Most of the princesses of the dynasty were arrogant and domineering. Apart from Princess Zhanghua who lived in seclusion and was too mysterious, only the second princess had a good reputation.
But Jiang Yun felt that Liu Ci was right. If one did good deeds without leaving a name, then there would naturally be no ulterior motive. On the contrary, there would definitely be greater benefits.
With so many women disappearing without anyone noticing, there must be some clues.
Even if so many corpses were transported, there would be no movement, let alone living people, so the possibility of using drugs is very high.
The second princess, who is well versed in human nature, does things perfectly.
The warm sun rose slowly above the wall, and there was an endless stream of carriages and horses on the streets. However, the busy officials in the Dali Temple seemed a little quiet because of the visit of Zhou Shengtai, the Minister of Works.
"The Dali Temple has not found the murderer of my son for such a long time. Does your Lord Jiang think that I am easy to bully?" Zhou Shengtai, the Minister of Works, frowned coldly and looked at the accompanying officials who came in angrily with a heavy majesty.
"Lord Zhou, please accept my condolences. Your son's death is very strange. None of his followers, guards, and friends survived. The market was packed with people on the night of the Lantern Festival, so this matter is not easy to investigate." The accompanying official Ruan Teng offered tea to comfort him.
Zhou Shengtai didn't take the tea. Instead, he stared at the Dali Temple's inner courtyard and threatened bluntly, "The murderer beneath the Emperor's feet is so arrogant. It's all thanks to the Dali Temple's incompetence. I will definitely report this to His Majesty!"
After he finished speaking, Jiang Zhengming stepped back in, looked at Zhou Shengtai indifferently, and said slowly, "If Master Zhou is just here to make trouble, then take away the tea."
"Yes." Ruan Teng responded and stepped back, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.
This made Zhou Shengtai even more angry. He looked at Jiang Zhengming who was sitting down and shouted angrily: "Jiang Zhengming, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
"The accompanying official has just explained clearly that the death of your young master and his accomplices was strange and bizarre. Lord Zhou, it would be better for you to think about which enemies you have provoked first." Jiang Zhengming said slowly while drinking tea.
"Impossible! No enemy would dare to do such a cruel thing to my son in the capital." Zhou Shengtai thought of his second son's remains at the burial place, horrified by the cruelty of the means. "The Zhou family has been investigating many places recently. We learned that on the night of the Lantern Festival, a waiter at a viewing platform reported that an official from the Dali Temple had a conflict with my son. Do you dare to say that he wasn't shielding my son?"
Jiang Zhengming paused for a moment, then sneered, "A Dali Temple official dared to kill the son of the Minister of Works, Zhou Shengtai, do you believe it yourself?"
As he spoke, Jiang Zhengming put down the teacup heavily, as if he was seeing his guest off.
Zhou Shengtai stood up with an embarrassed look on his face and shouted angrily, "Okay, you wait!"
After saying that, Zhou Shengtai turned around and walked out of the hall, thinking that no matter whether it was true or false, he must let the waiter find the Dali Temple official.
Jiang Zhengming relies on the emperor's reliance on him and doesn't take the six ministers seriously. This time, he must be reported for not governing his subordinates strictly!
When the footsteps faded away, Ruan Teng entered and said hesitantly, "Sir, I'm afraid this Minister of Works will cause you trouble."
After all, the six ministers are all important officials of the second rank, and the chief justice of the Dali Temple is only a third rank official. It would be somewhat troublesome to deal with them.
Jiang Zhengming frowned and said solemnly, "That dandy son of his is so arrogant and unscrupulous that he's bound to get into trouble sooner or later. However, if officials from the Dali Temple are involved, the Second Division, which is responsible for supervising the case, should have reported it. Go and call them in for questioning."
"Yes." Ruan Teng responded and took action, thinking to himself that this was a big mistake and the officials of the Second Department would probably be punished and trained.
However, if the rumor that the Dali Temple official was at odds with Master Zhou Er was true, and he has not confessed until now, it is indeed very suspicious.
Jiang Zhengming has always been clear about rewards and punishments for his subordinates and would never allow himself to be bullied by others, which is why he refuted Zhou Shengtai.
But officials would never be allowed to cause trouble for no reason, so no Dali Temple official has ever questioned Jiang Zhengming over the years.
At this time, Yin Xing, who had no idea that he had become a suspected official, was diligently drying books in the sun in the general warehouse.
The warm spring sunshine after the rain stops is the most precious.
In the afternoon, Yin Xing specially moved a recliner and sat in the bright spot by the window to drink tea and read.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yun leaped up and landed lightly inside. Yin Xing silently protected her teacup, blinking her round eyes quietly as she looked at her and called out, "What's going on?"
Jiang Yun, who was originally gazing at the hall, was suddenly startled. He turned to look at Yin Xing, who was lying on a chair covered with a thin blanket. He touched his nose awkwardly and said teasingly, "You are so leisurely. Don't you know that there will be something exciting to see in the Dali Temple today?"
This Yin Xing is so quiet that people can't be on guard at all. This is quite unusual in a way.
"The hustle and bustle in the Dali Temple is either executions or punishments. I don't like it." Yin Xing thought about the hanging corpse and still avoided the land in the courtyard.
"You seem to be very aware of the hustle and bustle in the Dali Temple. The officials from the second department were severely punished. It is said that they made mistakes while checking for loopholes." Jiang Yun skillfully poured tea and chatted.
Yin Xing watched Jiang Yun drinking heavily, holding his teacup tightly in his palm. He was secretly surprised that he drank tea faster than water. He asked in confusion, "Did you just come back from outside?"
Jiang Yun nodded and replied vaguely: "Yeah, the weather is nice today, so I'm going out for a walk."
It’s better not to let Yin Xing know about the investigation of the second princess. After all, his princess wife is not someone to be trifled with.
Yin Xing didn't ask any more questions and drank the tea in small sips, thinking that it was no wonder that she looked so thirsty.
"It's a pity that I missed the excitement this morning when the Minister of Works came to the Dali Temple to cause trouble." Jiang Yun put his sword on the desk and chatted casually.
"What is the Minister of Works doing in the Dali Temple?" Yin Xing answered casually, her eyes falling on the purple orchid painted on Jiang Yun's black lacquer scabbard. It was unexpectedly elegant, a little inconsistent with her carefree personality.
Jiang Yun teased without hiding anything, "It seems you're truly oblivious to what's happening outside. The son of the Minister of Works disappeared on Lantern Festival night, and his bodies, along with those of his cronies, were only found a few days ago."
As he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of porcelain falling, and the tea lid rolled to the ground, with cracks and broken corners appearing on it.
Yin Xing was so stunned that he no longer cared about the white jade teacup Xuan Yizhen had given him. He asked dully, "Which son of the Minister of Works?"
"Second Young Master Zhou Yunting is a mean-spirited and vicious person. He usually helps his father to win over people who are involved in power and money transactions. He is not a stupid person. I don't know what happened that night that he got into trouble."
"Has his murderer been found?"
Jiang Yun used his sword to pick up the fallen tea lid, feeling a little sorry for the valuable tea set. He set it aside and said, "If the murderer Zhou Yunting's father had been found, he wouldn't have to go to the Dali Temple to cause trouble. It's said that a waiter also told him that a Dali Temple official had a disagreement with Zhou Yunting that night. The Second Division didn't investigate the matter properly, so they were punished."
Yin Xing silently avoided Jiang Yun's gaze, lowered his head and drank tea in big gulps to hide his panic, and responded vaguely: "That person may not be the murderer."
Of course I can't be the murderer, so I must not panic!
"Yes, but Zhou Yunting's father is at odds with the Dali Temple Chief Justice. This matter might be exploited, so there will be some trouble." Jiang Yun was certainly not worried that the man would not be able to handle such a matter, so he just watched the fun.
"How did Mr. Zhou Er die?" Yin Xing asked bravely when he saw that Jiang Yun did not doubt him.
Jiang Yun casually picked up some tea from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, but he almost choked to death from the sweetness. He quickly drank his tea and cleared his throat, saying, "Zhou Yunting's flesh was cut off piece by piece. His death was very painful and tragic."
This pastry is filled with a lethal amount of sweetness. Jiang Yun really admires Yin Xing's strange taste.
When Yin Xing heard this, he couldn't imagine how he would die, so he stammered, "It seems like he has a grudge against the murderer."
"I also think it was a revenge killing to vent anger. And there's something even more bizarre. The Dali Temple officials who searched for evidence haven't found any of their flesh yet."
Although the evidence-collecting officials of the Dali Temple did not hold high positions, they could receive high rewards, so they were extremely meticulous and rigorous.
"Meat?"
Jiang Yun drank the tea nonchalantly to relieve the sweetness. He then put the teacup down and threatened with a sly look in his eyes, "Yes, those young masters are all fat, grown men. Logically, they should have a lot of flesh and blood. Could it be that the murderer is cannibalistic?"
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing regretted asking Jiang Yun for details. His face was not very good, and he quickly waved his hand and said, "You don't have to go into so much detail. I don't want to hear it."
Seeing this, Jiang Yun smiled maliciously and wantonly, raised his hand to pick up his sword, and said goodbye without saying anything more, thinking to himself that bullying the little girl was really fun!
Even after Jiang Yun's footsteps faded away, Yin Xing still felt a little nauseous.
How could so much human flesh disappear? Could the murderer really be a cannibal?
The warm sun shines brightly outside the hall, but it cannot dispel the cold. As the weather warms up, the large areas of flowers and green vines in the courtyard gradually regain their vitality of last year.
Many maids were watering and fertilizing the flowers. Xuan Yizheng, who was on the hanging corridor, was feeding the mountain crows with a calm expression. He looked at their black and shiny wings emitting a faint blue glow in the light, and was slightly distracted.
At that time, Yin Xing's eyes were so beautiful that Xuan Yizheng wanted to dig them out and preserve them with his own hands.
Lady Ji and Steward Xin walked along the corridor, their steps staggering as they whispered in unison, "Thank you, Lord, for sparing us our lives."
"The Wanqi family needs your loyalty. Please do not interfere in the future. In the face of internal and external troubles, my patience is limited."
"As you command."
If Lady Ji had known earlier that the young master of the Marquis of Xizhou was a girl, she would not have secretly stopped Princess Zhanghua.
Manager Xin saw that Princess Zhang Hua was now married to Yin Xing and had directly mobilized all the forces of the Wanqi family, so he could only obey orders.
The emperor tacitly allowed Princess Zhanghua to marry Yin Xing and stay in the capital. It was obvious that the Wanqi family had no choice but to advance and retreat together and could no longer retreat to the family's territory and live in peace in a corner.
Xuan Yizheng didn't care about their thoughts and was full of regret, because Yin Xing was very afraid of pain, and she would probably be very unhappy if she didn't have eyes.
Therefore, Xuan Yizheng could only divert his attention and look at the beautiful flowers in bud in the garden, thinking of building the most beautiful quiet place for Yin Xing and himself.
If Yin Xing is happy, the entire capital can be the fish pond prepared for her by Xuan Yizheng.
The warm spring breeze caressed the endless branches of flowers, rustling like waves and lasting for a long time.
The weather was getting warmer, the sun was setting in the west, and the light was spreading all over the corridor. The officials in the Dali Temple were discussing the punishment of the officials from the Second Inspection Department.
Jiang Yun, holding his teacup, calmly watched the excitement and listened to the gossip. He asked curiously, "Hasn't it been discovered yet whether that official is real or fake?"
An official from the Second Division was so distressed that he dared not sit down. He sighed, "That Minister Zhou insisted that the waiter examine the Dali Temple officials one by one and testify against them. This is clearly humiliating. This matter will not be handled properly."
"So he doesn't know the official's specific name or position?"
"Yes, the waiter looked flustered, and I don't know if he was being coerced. He just briefly mentioned that the man took the woman to buy two bowls of glutinous rice balls, not too sweet. The rest was trivial matters."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of porcelain falling, and the tea lid rolled to the ground. Jiang Yun looked lost in thought, wondering why these words sounded a little familiar.
The official raised his hand to pick up the tea lid and asked in confusion, "Detective Jiang, what's going on?"
Jiang Yun raised his hand to take the tea lid and saw the gap and chipped corner caused by the fall. He suddenly realized it and replied calmly: "It's okay, it's a little hot. The tea set should be replaced."
After saying that, Jiang Yun didn't stay to chat any more, but walked towards the corridor. When he turned a corner, he immediately walked quickly.
I should have known something was wrong earlier. That Yin Xing was completely clueless about interpersonal relationships. How could she know how many sons the Minister of Works had!
At dusk, Yin Xing was stepping out of the general warehouse and heading towards the front hall alone. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Jiang Yun's sword and was shocked!
"what you do?"
"I'd like to ask you why. Are you the Dali Temple official who's at odds with Zhou Yunting?"
Jiang Yun said this in a very low voice. Yin Xing nodded guiltily and explained quickly, "But I didn't kill anyone."
Jiang Yun looked around and took Yin Xing on a detour. He said straightforwardly, "If you had the ability to kill people and slice flesh, I wouldn't have noticed. But Minister of Works Zhou Shengtai is looking for someone to vent his grief after losing his son, so he won't believe you."
If Zhou Shengtai knew that Yin Xing was the Dali Temple official, she would definitely be implicated in the turmoil between the Ministry of Works and the Dali Temple.
Although Yin Xing has Princess Zhang Hua protecting her, her life will not be in danger.
However, Zhou Shengtai is a vindictive villain, and he might hate the idea of a sneak attack, so it is better not to expose it if possible.
He probably targeted the Dali Temple this time because of the previous conflict. He is really a very difficult villain to deal with.
"Does the Minister of Works really dare to be so terrible to the court officials without any evidence?" Yin Xing watched Jiang Yun lead him around to the back door to inquire.
"Well, Zhou Shengtai is also a favorite of the emperor, and he has a shop assistant's ID. If he insists that you are a suspect, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of uproar in the city, so you'd better stay in hiding recently." Jiang Yun pushed open the back door and looked into the alley before he dared to let Yin Xing go out.
Yin Xing looked at Xiaoguai, who had been released long ago, and turned his head back to look at Jiang Yun and said, "No, I didn't do it. Being overly cautious will only make you look guilty."
Jiang Yun looked at Yin Xing, who was unaware of the danger, and replied helplessly: "Then how do you deal with Zhou Shengtai's questioning?"
If Zhou Shengtai was certain that there were officials from the Dali Temple, he would have ordered people to keep an eye on the front gate and wait for the opportunity.
"I can't think of it, so I have to go back and ask Princess Zhang Hua for advice on this matter."
"Okay, you should discuss this matter with your princess wife."
Jiang Yun suddenly felt that it was a bad thing for Yin Xing to obey Princess Zhang Hua's orders.
However, if Yin Xing was provoked by Zhou Yunting on the night of the Lantern Festival, Princess Zhanghua could not have been unaware of it, so this matter might indeed be a bit suspicious.
Of course, Jiang Yun couldn't tell Yin Xing about all these twists and turns and suspicions. After all, this man was easy to get along with in other aspects, but he was a little stubborn towards his princess wife.
It seemed that everyone in the world could be a bad person, except his princess wife who must be the most kind and innocent. Jiang Yun even suspected that Yin Xing was cursed.
But given Yin Xing's background, it was unnecessary for Princess Zhang Hua to curse her. Jiang Yun watched Yin Xing ride away from the alley on horseback and could only wish her safety.
When the sunset glow in the sky completely disappeared and the night wind became a little chilly, Yin Xing rode back to the villa, feeling very nervous.
After stepping into the house from the corridor, Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng who was sitting on the low couch. She was looking down at the book, quiet and elegant.
"Yizhen, do you know? Today the Minister of Works came to the Dali Temple and said that an official who had a conflict with his son on the night of the Lantern Festival was a suspect of murder?" Yin Xing asked tentatively while sitting aside, washing his hands and drinking tea.
Xuan Yizheng has always been very aware of what is happening around him.
Xuan Yizhen slowly closed the scroll in her hand. Her beautiful eyes reflected Yin Xing's uneasy look, and she soothed him, "Well, but this matter has nothing to do with you. The Minister of Works and the Dali Temple have had a feud before, so this is just a deliberate attempt to stir up trouble."
"Okay, but it's really scary that Zhou Yunting had an accident on the night of the Lantern Festival." Yin Xing felt a little relieved when he heard Xuan Yizheng say this, but he was still frightened.
Such a lively Lantern Festival actually hides a cruel murderer. Who wouldn't be frightened if they just happened to pass by him?
"Don't be afraid. How do you know about Zhou Yunting's death?" Xuan Yizheng placed his palm lightly on the back of Yin Xing's hand and slowly clasped it together, asking indifferently.
Yin Xing took another sip of tea to calm his nerves before responding, "Many officials in the Dali Temple know about this. I'm probably the last one to know. It's said that Zhou Yunting's flesh and blood were shaved off piece by piece. The murderer must be a very terrible villain."
As he finished speaking, Yin Xing felt the force in his palm tighten slightly. He tilted his head to look at Xuan Yizhen, only to see her speaking calmly, "Maybe. Your hands seem to have calluses on them from holding the reins. Is that uncomfortable?"
"Fortunately, the weather has gotten warmer recently, which is very suitable for an outing. It's a pity that the murderer has not been caught." Yin Xing's fingertips touched Xuan Yizheng's smooth hand, which was like warm and cool jade.
"There are also many flowers in this garden. You can go for a walk on your day off." Xuan Yizheng's eyes subtly suppressed the dark ripples, as if they were just chatting casually without any incident.
The two of them ate and bathed as usual. Yin Xing always left the bathroom first. He was already sleepy from getting up early, and after learning of Zhou Yunting's death, he was uneasy and particularly sleepy.
Before he knew it, Yin Xing fell into a deep sleep without waiting for Xuan Yizheng to come out of the bathroom.
Perhaps because of Jiang Yun’s words, Yin Xing actually dreamed of a figure eating human flesh. The lights around him were dim, so bright that he could hardly see the specific shape, only a dazzling ball of light.
Yin Xing fearfully and uncontrollably took steps to catch up, but suddenly felt a wet and cold touch on his ear, with a slight pain, like being bitten!
"Ah!" Yin Xing opened his eyes in shock. The gauze curtain was hazy and the candlelight was flickering. He had only closed his eyes for a moment.
"What?" Then a gentle voice came to my ears.
Yin Xing turned her head to look at Xuan Yizhen lying beside her, her cheek close to hers. Not wanting to tell her about such a scary dream, she said softly and vaguely, "Nothing, I just dreamed that someone was biting me."
After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen patted the thin back with his palm, as if he was caressing a child, and said softly, "You are so timid. It seems that I can't be intimate with you while you are asleep in the future."
Hearing the voice, Yin Xing looked at the frank Xuan Yizheng in disbelief, raised his hand to touch his ear, leaving a faint trace, and remained silent with a flushed face.
If it were someone else, Yin Xing would definitely think that he was being teased on purpose.
But Xuan Yizhen is not that kind of person, so she must have been accidental. Yin Xing closed his eyes and fell asleep, convincing himself.
The palm that was patting her back did not stop. Xuan Yizheng's eyes reflected Yin Xing's overly peaceful sleeping face. The tip of his teeth felt a little itchy, but he had to restrain his movements. He lowered his head to her forehead and greedily sniffed her breath to calm his endless irritability.
It was a dreamless night. The sky was getting light and the candles in the rooms in the yard were burned out. When Yin Xing woke up in a daze, the first thing he saw was Xuan Yizheng. He was subconsciously surprised but did not make a sound.
I think no matter who wakes up and is met with quiet and deep eyes for the first time, it will be difficult to remain calm.
At this moment, Xuan Yizheng had a thin layer of powder on her cheeks, bright lip balm on her lips, her black hair was tied up in a high bun, and she was dressed in simple and elegant clothes. She was so beautiful that there was no flaw to be found.
"Yizhen, you woke up so early." Yin Xing slowly got up and changed his clothes, feeling an indescribable weirdness in his heart.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep last night." Xuan Yizheng raised his hand to button Yin Xingxing's collar and responded as usual.
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen's beautiful face, which showed no trace of weariness or tiredness. He asked hesitantly and concernedly, "Is your headache coming back?"
Now, regarding Xuan Yizheng's illness, Yin Xing usually doesn't take the initiative to ask.
Unless it is particularly obvious, I can't help but worry.
Xuan Yizhen held a handkerchief with his fingertips and wiped Yin Xing's face, gently covering her thick, straight eyelashes, and said slowly, "No, it may just be because of the upcoming menstrual period."
Yin Xing closed his eyes and cooperated with Xuan Yizhen in wiping. He listened to her clear and pleasant voice, but he was still worried and kept muttering, "Then Yizhen can rest more and not have to get up so early like me."
"I've gotten used to my daily routine, and sleeping for too long gives me a headache."
"Would it be better to drink some tranquilizer?"
Yin Xing opened her eyes and looked at Xuan Yizhen who had put down the embroidered handkerchief. She seemed not to care much as she led her to sit in front of the mirror. She raised her hand to pick up the comb and replied calmly, "Yes, I took the medicine a long time ago."
As he spoke, Xuan Yizhen gently moved Yin Xing's jaw with his fingertips, causing his gaze to shift to the bronze mirror.
The two figures cast an extremely intimate shadow in the scene. Yin Xing watched Xuan Yizheng combing her hair and tying a hairband for her. Her mood was calm and peaceful, yet revealing a heavy and dead mechanical silence.
Is it because of the tranquilizer?
"Your hair is a lot longer than last year. Do you want to cut some of it?" Xuan Yizheng asked, fiddling with the soft hair with his fingertips, with desire hidden in his eyes.
"I want to, too. Otherwise, it will be even hotter in the summer." Yin Xing responded. Just as he was about to say that he would look for an opportunity another day, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of sharp scissors in the bronze mirror and was startled!
Xuan Yizhen slowly selected the length with his fingertips and cut the black hair neatly, as if he were tending to a branch of flowers. He murmured, "Your hair is very soft."
Yin Xing didn't dare to move as she looked at Xuan Yizheng in the bronze mirror. Her expression gradually became blurred and difficult to distinguish.
This situation reminded Yin Xing of the night of the Lantern Festival, and he wondered what had caused Xuan Yizheng to have such a change.
"Yizhen, time is limited today, why not try another day?"
"That's true."
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on a few strands of his long hair, thinking to himself that it was a good thing Xuan Yizhen only picked out a few strands to cut, and didn't cut it all at once, otherwise he would have become a non-mainstream style.
Soon Yin Xing stood up and left the dressing table. Seeing Xuan Yi really concentrating on collecting her long hair, she silently raised her hand and hid the golden scissors behind the counter. Only then did she feel relieved!
"Yizhen, let the maids take care of these?"
"No, your hair belongs to me, how can I give it to others?"
Yin Xing blushed and said nothing, but when she thought about it, she felt something was a little strange. Shouldn't one's hair belong to oneself?!
However, seeing Xuan Yizheng putting away her long hair with great care, Yin Xing thought of the embroidery painting she gave him. Perhaps giving hair as a gift was a manifestation of its preciousness.
When Yin Xing and Xuan Yizheng were sitting in the outer room having breakfast, he subconsciously looked at the place where the embroidered painting was hung, and suddenly stopped.
Of the two original embroidered paintings, only one, a pair of lotus flowers, remained, sinking to the bottom of a dark lake. Yin Xing turned to look at Xuan Yizhen, who was quietly enjoying her meal, and hesitantly called out, "Yizhen, has your other embroidered painting moved?"
"The maid has been ordered to burn the embroidery."
“…”
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen, who was eating elegantly, in bewilderment. He almost thought he had misheard and asked cautiously, "Yizhen, why did you let someone burn the embroidery you worked so hard to complete?"
Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's bright and lively eyes, in which her own face was clearly reflected. Her expression became even more gentle, and she said patiently with a smile in her beautiful eyes, "Because you and I both like this embroidery more, there is naturally no need for the other one. Is there any problem?"
It doesn't seem to be a question of whether there is a problem or not, but rather whether it is necessary.
But at this moment, Yin Xing didn't dare to say a word. He blinked and replied with difficulty: "No problem, Yizhen's embroidery will of course be handled by Yizhen."
If she had said at that time that she liked another embroidery of intertwined branches, would Xuan Yizheng have treated her favorite embroidery of twin lotus flowers in the same way?
Yin Xing was not quite sure, because Xuan Yizhen's thoughts were different from those of ordinary people. She might also punish herself for not liking the embroidery of the twin lotuses. Suddenly, she was afraid to think too deeply about the dangerous topic.
Maybe in life we have to learn to turn a blind eye to our partner.
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