Chapter 48 (8,000 words) Xuan Yi is really unhappy...
Thinking of this, Yin Xing couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, almost reaching the back of his ears, unable to hide his joy. He blinked at the elegant Xuan Yizhen sitting upright and called out tentatively, "Yizhen, are you unhappy because I'm going to someone else's Dragon Boat Festival banquet?"
"Go if you want to. Why should I be unhappy?" Xuan Yizhen replied, tilting her head slightly to look into Yin Xing's beautiful jewel-like eyes. Because her neck was long and straight, the ornaments in her hair did not sway. Instead, she looked as elegant and beautiful as an exquisite puppet.
"I'm just curious, because the prince consort of the dynasty has always been strictly controlled. Yizhen is so gentle, doesn't she worry about rumors at all?" Yin Xing's eyes fell on Xuan Yizhen's fair jade neck that was exposed from the collar, with mottled and ambiguous red marks on it. He looked away with a hot face and looked at her gentle and beautiful face again.
When it comes to intimacy, Xuan Yizheng is not afraid of pain like Yin Xing. Instead, she likes the affectionate embrace with a little excitement.
Therefore, it is easy for cold white skin to show some marks, and Yin Xing usually tries to pay attention to it.
But then again, he had no dealings with the eldest princess, not even a single word. According to common sense, Xuan Yizheng should have cared more about the third princess.
Unfortunately, Yin Xing could not see any trace of jealousy on Xuan Yizhen's face. Instead, he was almost bewildered by her beautiful face.
It has to be said that Xuan Yizheng's cold appearance is really capable of bewitching people.
Xuan Yizhen calmly let Yin Xing's bright eyes stare at her intently. Her beautiful gaze lowered to the invitation in front of her, her long eyelashes concealing her coldness. She replied softly, "You're so well-behaved. If I believed the rumors and worried about you, wouldn't that make me seem unreasonable and rude?"
His words were particularly gentle and soft, but in fact, Xuan Yizheng didn't want Yin Xing to care about other people at all. He even didn't want her to leave the villa and wanted her to stay by his side.
Unfortunately, Yin Xing probably doesn't understand her own desire. Ordinary people have many distractions, but compared to ordinary people, she is already doing pretty well.
After all, Yin Xing only stayed with him in the villa except when she was at the Dali Temple, and she basically never went out to attend meetings on weekdays.
But even so, Xuan Yizheng still wanted more, he wanted Yin Xing's eyes, Yin Xing's ears, Yin Xing's lips, tongue and heart, everything about her!
"Yizhen, you must be the best wife in the world. I still feel like getting married is just a dream." Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen's gentle and smiling eyes sincerely, muttering with a blushing face.
To be more precise, Yin Xing never dreamed that he would get married, let alone marry the gentle and beautiful Xuan Yizhen, which was even more dreamy than a dream.
"Silly, how can you daydream?" Xuan Yizheng reached out and touched Yin Xing's cheek, which was very hot. He watched her shy expression with interest.
"Hehe, I just find it incredible." Yin Xing put his cheek against Xuan Yizheng's cool hand, smelled the faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, and muttered excitedly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Xing felt his earlobe being pinched by a fingertip with a slightly strong force. He looked blankly at the gentle Xuan Yizhen.
Is she pulling her ears on purpose?
Could it be that Jiang Yun’s mouth is blessed?
Xuan Yizhen smiled and pinched Yin Xing's earlobe, saying seriously, "As the saying goes, dreams don't hurt, so are you in pain now?"
Yin Xing collected his thoughts and looked at Xuan Yizhen in silence. Only then did he realize that she seemed to have misunderstood his words. She hesitated to respond, "It hurts a little."
It felt like this kind of existence was particularly difficult to understand for Xuan Yizheng, and Yin Xing also had a vague sense of this.
Because Xuan Yizheng's emotions are very stable most of the time, and he rarely feels strong emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.
Even a gentle smile is only fleeting, like ripples on the surface of a lake that will never spread to the bottom of the lake.
Yin Xing had thought about asking Xuan Yizheng, but considering the results of the Shangsi Festival outing, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
"Then your marriage with me is not a dream." Xuan Yizheng's thin lips did not change in amplitude. His fingertips reduced the force to touch and knead the pearl-like earlobe. His throat tightened slightly, and he wanted to bite her.
"Yizhen, do you dream?" Yin Xing noticed that Xuan Yizhen's hand had loosened its strength, and he didn't pay attention to anything else, so he asked tentatively.
Recently, Xuan Yizheng has been doing fine at night as usual and it seems like he hasn't sleepwalked for a long time.
Xuan Yizhen paused, then came to his senses and replied, "No, I never like dreaming."
For Xuan Yizheng, dreams are a loss of control, and he might even expose everything he maintains to Yin Xing.
Yin Xing rarely heard Xuan Yizheng use words he disliked. In his impression, this should be the third one.
In the past, Xuan Yizheng said that he didn’t like noise and didn’t like rain, and now he has added another thing: he doesn’t like dreaming.
Could these be related to Xuan Yizheng's secret? Therefore, Yin Xing did not ask, but secretly wrote them down to avoid accidentally making her unhappy.
After a while, the maids served the meal. Yin Xing watched Xuan Yizhen ordering someone to put away a stack of invitations for the banquet and hesitated, "If I'm not going to the banquet, should I reply?"
Xuan Yizhen looked at the coolness of her fingertips, which still retained a hint of warmth and softness, and replied calmly, "Don't worry, I will politely decline these invitations for you."
"Okay." Yin Xing smiled with curved eyebrows as she looked at the considerate Xuan Yizhen, thinking that maybe her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness could be fake, but her kindness to her was real, so nothing else mattered.
The two of them had their meal together as usual. Yin Xing would occasionally chat with Xuan Yizheng about some gossip about the officials of the Dali Temple. Seeing that she was not confused, he did not expose her and tried his best to keep the peace.
Xuan Yizheng ate his meal leisurely and listened quietly to Yin Xing mention that some officials were taken to the Dali Temple by their wives and relatives to recover their salaries. Although he did not understand, he cooperated very well.
The two of them have an invisible understanding and maintain a peaceful and tranquil daily life.
After Yin Xing finished his meal and sipped his tea, he kept muttering to himself, "I really don't understand why those officials would indulge in wine and women outside, completely ignoring their wives and families."
"If the wives of officials were unhappy, they could have divorced, but they didn't. This shows they were weighing the pros and cons."
"Having said that, I still feel for the wives when I see their eyes reddened. I really don't understand how a formal marriage could have ended up like this."
Hearing this, Xuan Yizhen put down the jade chopsticks in his hand, looked up at Yin Xing who was sighing, and said indifferently: "If my wife and her family dare to make a scene at the Dali Temple, they must attract attention as much as possible. Otherwise, how can they force those officials to yield and hand over their salaries?"
Logically speaking, those wives were reluctant to give up their status as wives of officials, and even more unwilling to divorce, so they could only endure the consequences of their own actions. Therefore, Xuan Yi really didn't understand why Yin Xing was worried about them.
Yin Xing saw that Xuan Yizheng's words were well-reasoned, but he was not moved at all. He was extremely indifferent, and for a moment he seemed to be making trouble for himself.
Yin Xing, who had originally wanted to continue to whitewash the situation, swallowed his tea with difficulty and responded hesitantly: "Don't you really feel pity for them?"
"I think you are the more pitiful."
“…”
This sentence suddenly confused Yin Xing's mind? !
Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xingsheng's inquiring gaze, sipping his tea leisurely and speaking patiently, "Think about it, once your wives and family receive the salaries handed over by the officials, they'll surely reconcile. Then you'll be the only one worrying about someone so insignificant. Wouldn't that be pathetic?"
Yin Xing looked embarrassed, thinking that after Xuan Yizheng said that, he really seemed like a big victim.
The words fell into silence. Xuan Yizheng put down the teacup and looked at Yin Xing, who was blinking her eyes. She was pretty and attractive, but also very gullible. He felt helpless.
Fortunately, Yin Xing handed her monthly salary to herself, otherwise, with her personality, if she had been kind-hearted, she would probably have lived in poverty.
In the silence, Yin Xing silently stopped talking about this topic, thinking that he should just live his simple life with Xuan Yizheng.
Outside the window, the night was hazy, with a waning moon hanging high in the sky. In the bustling streets of the capital, many patrolling soldiers stood solemnly.
In the early morning, when the sky was slightly bright, there were not many people in the streets. In the two sewage ditches, there were dense and colorful flowers floating one after another. Among them, corpses were floating, revealing piles of white bones, flowing along the water, which was extremely weird.
The Dali Temple detectives were horrified when they saw this and immediately cordoned off the area, trying to capture the suspicious people.
When the sun rose, people on the street were talking about something. A luxurious carriage passed by. The sound of jade hanging outside colliding was particularly clear and pleasant, covering up the noise.
The reason why Yin Xing chose to take a carriage to the Dali Temple today was mainly because she was on her menstrual period, so she looked a little listless.
However, Yin Xing was not feeling too unwell, so he did not follow Xuan Yizheng's advice to take a leave to recuperate.
Firstly, if you take leave during those days every month, it would be easy to arouse suspicion.
Secondly, Yin Xing was reluctant to deduct his salary.
It was obvious that Xuan Yizheng wouldn't understand, so Yin Xing didn't mention it much.
However, Yin Xing did not expect that his carriage would run into a team sending a corpse for an autopsy.
In front of the Dali Temple street, Yin Xing glanced at the busy detectives and caught a glimpse of the corpses covered with blood-stained mourning cloths, from which blood and dirty water kept dripping. He felt like vomiting!
Yin Xing immediately held his breath and looked away, but he saw that the officials and detectives in the Dali Temple had long been accustomed to it. Some of them even walked by carrying rice porridge and meat buns. He couldn't help but admire them.
As a group of people hurried to the morgue, the clerks cleaned the corridors and courtyards, and discussions began to arise.
"The weather is getting hotter as we approach the Dragon Boat Festival. The bodies in the morgue don't last long, but the cases are piling up. It's really a headache."
"The imperial examination cheating case has widespread consequences, and now there are serial murders popping up again and again. Perhaps this isn't a coincidence."
"Except for Master Zhou, the deceased were all clerks from the current department. I think it is highly suspected that they were murdered to silence them. I just don't know why there are so many flowers."
Yin Xing listened for a while before walking through the corridor to the main warehouse. He remembered that he had also heard Jiang Yun mention Hua Rui before, and felt a little worried.
Why are there flowers from other courtyards around these corpses?
Obviously, this kind of flower is rarely found in the capital, so the murderer must be targeting Xuan Yizheng.
Yin Xing sat at the desk in a depressed mood, folding the seal of the case file with his palm, a little absent-minded.
Because Yin Xing really couldn't understand who had such a deep hatred for Xuan Yizheng.
Moreover, Yin Xing vaguely felt that the murderer had been laying the groundwork for so long and was probably ready to throw dirty water on Xuan Yizheng.
As the saying goes, you're not afraid of thieves stealing, you're afraid of thieves thinking about it. The more Yin Xing thought about it, the more annoyed he became.
The sun outside the window is getting brighter and warmer, and the sound of cicadas chirping echoes in my ears, announcing the arrival of midsummer.
In the afternoon, Jiang Yun climbed through the window and entered the room. He saw Yin Xing stamping the red clay seal on the back of his hand and teasingly said, "Are you feeling sleepy?"
Yin Xing lowered her eyes to look at the red mark on the back of her hand, and wiped it carefully with an embroidered handkerchief awkwardly, pretending to be nonchalant and replied, "Yeah."
"I thought you knew the source of the serial case, so you were worried about your princess wife?" After saying that, Jiang Yun stepped forward, skillfully poured the tea and drank it heroically.
"What do you mean by this?" Yin Xing asked nervously. He almost admitted that Jiang Yun had guessed what he was thinking.
Seeing Yin Xing's poor acting, Jiang Yun could only speak bluntly, "Two hours ago, the Dali Temple released nearly a hundred well-trained search dogs. Their noses can smell flesh and bones buried deep underground, not to mention the presence of fragrant flowers."
Yin Xing's face paled immediately, and a faint cramping began to form in his abdomen. He pinched the handkerchief with his fingertips and asked worriedly, "Can we judge the murderer based solely on the number of flowers he planted?"
After he finished speaking, Jiang Yun saw that Yin Xing still firmly believed in her princess wife. He hesitated a little. He sat down beside her with a teacup in his hand and said slowly: "You won't forget those missing flesh and blood, right?"
Yin Xing fell silent after hearing this. He lowered his eyes to look at the teacup on the table, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead. Could it be that his flesh and blood was buried under the flowers in the courtyard?
Thinking of this, Yin Xing was about to get up and go back to the villa, but he didn't expect Jiang Yun to hold the sword in one hand, with the scabbard draped over his shoulder. His movements were casual, yet extremely oppressive, without any of his usual joking attitude. He asked nervously with uneven breathing, "What are you doing?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm doing this for your own good. According to the law, leaking the Dali Temple's case is a serious crime. Moreover, there are spies everywhere in the capital, so don't act rashly."
"But I can't just ignore it. She wouldn't hurt anyone for no reason."
It was Zhou Yunting who insisted on provoking her that night, and Xuan Yizheng might have just wanted to vent her anger.
Jiang Yun didn't let go of the sword sheath in his hand. He held the teacup in one hand and drank leisurely. He said calmly, "Since you trust your princess wife so much, then sit here and wait for news. Losing your composure might give the real murderer an opportunity to take advantage."
Hearing this, Yin Xing stopped insisting. He thought that Xuan Yi really liked those flowers, so she shouldn't bury the corpse and flesh in the courtyard, otherwise it would be too dangerous.
The chirping of cicadas outside the window became increasingly loud and piercing. The sun was shining brightly, and the long street was dotted with guards like trees. Dozens of strong search dogs were moving quickly through the streets, immediately attracting a lot of attention.
When the heat wave came, the people in the capital all knew that the Dali Temple was investigating a serial murder case, and many people followed suit, wanting to see if they could find the legendary cannibal murderer.
The setting sun slowly sets in the west, and countless red soils are piled up into mounds by dogs, among which the gorgeous flowers are more vivid than blood.
Inside the Dali Temple, Jiang Yun watched the shadow of his sword stretched by the setting sun. He estimated the time and stood up, saying, "Should we go to the front hall now?"
Yin Xing nodded and walked out of the main warehouse with a serious expression. He could faintly hear the excited barking of dogs beside his ears, and his heart felt a little shaky.
What should I do? If Xuan Yizhen is suspected of being the murderer, it seems like I can’t help her!
When they arrived at the front hall of the Dali Temple, a group of officials stood quietly and waited. Jiang Zhengming put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the physical evidence he was searching for with a dignified expression.
Yin Xing, who arrived in a hurry, looked through the layers of crowd and his eyes fell on the prisoners dressed as waiters. He was a little confused!
Jiang Yun looked at the people who were arrested and stopped at relatively familiar faces. These people turned out to be the ones who provided porridge to the second princess!
No wonder Princess Zhang Hua caused such a big fuss.
Poor Yin Xing, who was kept in the dark, was worried that something might happen to her princess wife.
Outside the Dali Temple, the setting sun was as red as blood, silently enveloping the waiters who were in dead silence.
At this time, the personal soldiers outside the Second Princess's mansion were confronting the capital guards with swords in hand, and the situation was tense and dangerous.
The sound of chanting never stopped in the huge hall, and in the air filled with incense, the waiters all had expressions of fear on their faces.
The Second Princess stood guard, Dao Sword in hand, a distorted sneer on her face. She raised her head to drink from her wine cup, her eyes bloodshot as she spoke, "The reputation you've built up over the years is ruined in an instant. Xuan Yizhen, you deserve to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the teacup shattered and the wine spilled all over the floor, silently reflecting the setting sun, as if it were a river soaked in blood, with ripples shimmering.
Outside the hall, the blazing sunset glow sets off the splendor and mournful silence of the world, while far away from the hustle and bustle, the clear pond in the villa is rippling with golden carp leaping in it, stirring up waves.
Xuan Yizhen leisurely scattered the bait onto the surface of the pond, her beautiful eyes lowered, letting the shimmering water light illuminate her clear vision. She raised her thin lips slightly and said calmly, "Are you so worried that I'll be suspected of being a murderer by the Dali Temple?"
Yin Xing nodded with lingering fear, and only then did he feel relieved when he looked at Xuan Yizhen who was safe and sound. He muttered, "Yes, I have never seen that kind of flower anywhere else."
"But you clearly said you trusted me."
“…”
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing blinked his eyes, suddenly not knowing how to cover up his lie.
Xuan Yizhen set the bait box aside and washed her hands in the jade basin. She spoke with an increasingly gentle tone, "And you actually think I'd use the flesh and blood of the dead to grow flowers. Isn't that just like the terrifying Third Princess?"
Yin Xing lowered his head in shame, almost trying to find a way to crawl through it, and said self-reproachfully: "I'm sorry, I was too concerned at the time, so I had wild thoughts."
After saying that, Yin Xing attentively took an embroidered handkerchief to wipe the water droplets off Xuan Yizheng's hands, trying to get her not to mind and get angry.
Seeing this, Xuan Yizhen did not shy away from Yin Xing's attentiveness and let her hold his hand. He lowered his beautiful eyes and looked at her quietly, saying resentfully, "Xing'er, are you doubting your wife?"
A simple sentence is like unleashing the power of thunder and lightning.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" Yin Xing's heart tightened, as if he had done something extremely evil, and he was afraid that Xuan Yizhen would be sad and become estranged from him from then on.
"Can you only apologize to me with the three words 'I'm sorry'?" Xuan Yizheng casually stroked Yin Xing's palm lines with his fingertips. His expression was calm, but a little colder than before.
"As long as Yizhen doesn't get angry, I can do anything as punishment!" Yin Xing was so nervous that he didn't dare to make a sound. He didn't expect that Xuan Yizhen, who had always been tolerant of him, was so sad. He felt that he was unforgivable.
Xuan Yizhen's dark eyes gazed at Yin Xing, who could barely conceal her nervousness. Her beautiful face regained its gentle and charming demeanor. Her every frown and smile was full of allure and allure. She replied softly, "That's a deal, I'll punish you severely after your menstrual period is over."
As soon as these words were spoken, Yin Xing nodded subconsciously, and then he realized that the punishment Xuan Yizheng was talking about was doing that kind of thing!
For a moment, the only sound in the pavilion was the breeze. Yin Xing lowered her blushing face and gently held the cool and tender hand in her palm, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.
Xuan Yizhen is very good at finding new ways to do things like that. Yin Xing was a little scared but he couldn't go back on his word.
When the night silently enveloped the capital, the sound of horse hooves and the appearance of palace guards were heard, and the second princess's personal soldiers put away their weapons.
Inside the hall, Cao Feng, the eunuch beside the emperor, came in and read the imperial edict.
"Second Princess, according to His Majesty's order, you may have to go to the Dali Temple now." Cao Feng spoke politely to save face.
"Servant Cao, I have been providing porridge for many years. I never thought that my poor discipline would lead to the servants killing people and cooking meat. But why should this warrant a report to the Dali Temple?" The second princess casually fiddled with her Zen beads, sitting upright and motionless.
Although it is a pity to lose the reputation that has been built up over the years, those things can be shirked. As long as there is life, there is hope.
Cao Feng explained, "Second Princess, you misunderstood. Today, we have a clue about the imperial examination cheating case, so please obey my order and go to the Dali Temple."
The Second Princess's face froze, her fingertips tightly gripping the ruby Zen beads as she stared at Cao Feng in disbelief. Knowing that those confidants wouldn't leak the news, she said darkly, "Absurd! I've been wronged in this matter and must see Father!"
Something must have gone wrong. Father has never been so harsh in dealing with the royal bloodline!
Seeing this, Cao Feng had no choice but to speak in a serious tone: "Second Princess, I am only conveying the will of Your Majesty. Do you intend to disobey it?"
The Second Princess's anger suddenly dissipated after hearing her father's decree. Her hand holding the Zen beads trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes to hide her shock.
This must be Xuan Yizheng's conspiracy, otherwise my father wouldn't be so ruthless!
Late at night, the second princess was taken to the Dali Temple, and the news quickly spread.
The officials in the Dali Temple were therefore somewhat relieved and gradually prepared to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival.
In the autopsy room, Liu Ci looked at Jiang Yun, who was in a good mood, and said hesitantly, "Ayun, I remember that the Second Princess's porridge didn't have meat."
Jiang Yun wiped his sharp sword with a handkerchief. His face, full of heroic spirit, allowed the alternation of light and darkness to take place. He said, "Ah Ci, the Second Princess is the culprit behind a series of disappearances. As long as she pays the price, nothing else matters."
"But that's not how you investigated cases before."
"I can't do anything about it. Who made the royal family treat human life as worthless? The Second Princess is the emperor's bloodline. She originally didn't need to go to the Dali Temple, but now she must stay there to be investigated."
Liu Ci stepped forward and reached out to hug Jiang Yun, but was worried about someone coming in the daytime, so she could only hold her wrist and said worriedly: "Don't get too close to Princess Zhang Hua, she is very dangerous."
Jiang Yunhui held Liu Ci's hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it, smiling wantonly and ostentatiously, and said, "Don't worry, I will only do this once."
This time, Jiang Yun revealed the Dali Temple's search plan to Princess Zhang Hua in advance, just to use her as an excuse to offer some favors and to get solid evidence of the Second Princess's guilt.
However, Jiang Yun couldn't understand why Princess Zhang Hua deliberately kept half of it hidden and half revealed to Yin Xing.
Does Princess Zhang Hua like seeing Yin Xing worrying about her?
But Princess Zhang Hua didn't show up, Jiang Yun couldn't figure it out, so he could only wish Yin Xing good luck.
The sun is shining brightly outside, and the heat waves are surging. As time passes, the flowers and green vines in the courtyard are flourishing. A little golden sunlight shines through the half-open window, shining on the fair and rosy skin, which is particularly dazzling.
Yin Xing's slender and tall figure fell on the lacquered wooden floor. With a flushed face, he lowered his eyes and looked at the five-colored thin ropes wrapped around him. He followed the ropes shamefully and saw Leng Bai's beautiful hands.
"During the Dragon Boat Festival, people often give away five-colored ropes with intricate patterns. It is also known as the longevity rope, which can bless peace, so this is a gift I made for you by hand. Do you like it?" Xuan Yizheng checked the knots that bound her with one hand and gently pulled her vocal cords with the other. There was madness in her quiet eyes, but her words were particularly gentle like water.
"Hmm!" Yin Xing trembled due to the sudden stimulation, and his original voice gradually became strange and a little embarrassed.
Upon hearing the voice, Xuan Yizhen's smile deepened slightly, as if to silently drown out the bound Yin Xing. However, his face was gentle and soft, his calmness and self-control mixed with wanton madness, a subtle flow of changes. His voice was slightly hoarse as he called out, "That's good, but don't be so impatient. Take your time to savor it. I also guess you'll like it."
At this moment, Yin Xing no longer had the face to respond, so he could only nod in response. He looked at Xuan Yizhen, who was so close yet so distant. He wanted to hug her uneasily, but then he realized that he had nowhere to move. He thought that she was really unhappy last time, so he had to show his weakness: "Yizhen, I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Don't worry, it's okay." Xuan Yizheng kissed Yin Xing on the lips, holding the longevity rope in his hand, observing her shyness, and responded with restraint.
"Then you won't hug me?" Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng's calm appearance, feeling a little uncomfortable.
In the past, when they were close, Xuan Yizheng had never been so cold. She had always been good at coaxing people.
Xuan Yizhen calmly met Yin Xing's exceptionally moist eyes, kissed her eyelashes tenderly, and said coldly, "No, since you have made me unhappy, you can only rely on yourself for everything."
"But I want to hug Yizhen more." Yin Xing didn't quite understand Xuan Yizhen's nature, and he didn't like the numb feeling even more, so he could only hope that she would be soft-hearted and end it.
"Don't worry, it will be done." Xuan Yizheng chuckled and comforted gently, but he was obviously unmoved.
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng's gentle profile, and in the end he did not reject her temptation and could only endure it.
Xuan Yizhen noticed Yin Xing's puppy-like burning gaze, and softly raised his hand to support her body, which was inconvenient to move. He hugged her and lowered his head to kiss her sweaty forehead. He closed his eyes and said devoutly, "You are so good at acting like a spoiled child. I really can't do anything with you."
Yin Xing felt the warmth of Xuan Yizhen's breath, his cheek pressed against her cool neck. He felt as if he was coaxed into a three-year-old child. He couldn't help but grin and shyly replied, "Yeah, I only act like a spoiled child to Yizhen."
"Of course, you belong to this palace."
"Will that really make you happier?"
Xuan Yizhen felt it, looking at the vigorous Yin Xing in his arms. She was like the brightest flower in spring. Just by looking at her, he could feel her vitality. His heart swelled, and he coaxed in a low voice: "Okay, then let's try flying a kite first?"
Yin Xing was confused and didn't understand what was going on. He thought to himself, why fly a kite at this time?!
But soon Yin Xing no longer paid attention to Xuan Yizheng's words.
The whole person looked pitiful, like a cloud floating in the sky encountering the strong wind before a summer rainstorm.
Outside the house, the sun was scorching, the flowers and green vines were waving, and the figure emerging from the window lattice was like a kite moving with the wind, but unable to control itself, and could only let itself be pulled into the air.
When dusk falls, the sky turns slightly yellow, and everything is filled with loneliness and desolation.
The frail figure at the window frame was lying powerlessly, and the view inside was blurred and hazy in the mist.
The absurd white and sticky black hair intertwined together form an extremely bright scene.
As a result, the gorgeous flowers and green plants in the room looked dull and lost their luster.
At this time, the intermittent and subtle sobs subsided as the tears were kissed away, and the faint cold fragrance took over everything with an invasive sense.
Yin Xing's distracted eyes gradually focused on the peony flowers that Xuan Yizheng had recently loved. He slowly regained some of his composure, but he was even more unwilling to face reality.
But at this moment, Yin Xing could feel the restraints being gradually loosened, and all the resistance on his body gradually loosened, like the tide receding, but the pain still remained faintly on his skin, much like a biting ant, causing a slight numbness.
Xuan Yizhen hugged the exhausted Yin Xing, lifted her long hair, looked at her quietly, raised her thin lips slightly, and a smile spread from the bottom of her eyes. She said in a calm voice: "Now I am happy, are you happy?"
Yin Xing nodded reluctantly, not wanting to say anything more. He glanced at the fresh teeth marks on Xuan Yizheng's neck, and then he felt less angry.
"Xing'er, I had a very interesting Dragon Boat Festival this year." Xuan Yizheng put his arm around Yin Xing and murmured happily, trying to get close to her skin to feel her heartbeat. The red marks left by his dark eyes on her skin seemed to melt into her flesh and blood, and they were completely one.
"..." Upon hearing this, Yin Xing pretended to be dead and didn't want to make any dangerous remarks.
But Yin Xing sensed Xuan Yizhen's happiness and felt his heart soften. Suddenly, his fingertips shifted, his body subconsciously tensed, and he quickly responded, "I'm so tired."
Xuan Yizhen regretfully withdrew from tracing the red mark and spoke in a gentle manner, "Then I'll take you to take a medicinal bath, otherwise you'll have back pain again."
Yin Xing was speechless after hearing this, and nodded quickly with a red face.
However, Yin Xing didn't expect Xuan Yizhen to put on a thin dress with her bare hands and pick herself up directly. She subconsciously hugged her nervously and said, "Yizhen, aren't you tired?"
"Not bad." Xuan Yizheng was not very good at hugging people, but he felt that Yin Xing was not heavy. She had a slender frame, but her skin was fair and tender due to her daily care, and she felt very good to the touch.
Yin Xing didn't dare to be shy. He glanced casually at the colorful longevity rope gift that fell beside the couch. He felt a little embarrassed!
Help! I can’t even look at the word “kite flying” anymore!
The two entered the bathroom. The mist blurred their vision a little, but it could not hide Xuan Yizhen's cold white jade body. Yin Xing could even see her graceful figure more clearly.
Because Xuan Yizhen openly chose to bathe with him, and even said calmly: "Everyone bathes in medicinal soup during the Dragon Boat Festival, why are you so surprised?"
As she spoke, Xuan Yizheng stroked the medicinal soup with her palm. The water light and mist added to her indescribable ethereal and cold beauty, as if she was a pure and unselfish jade Bodhisattva, without any romantic thoughts at all.
Seeing Xuan Yizheng's serious expression, Yin Xing finally let down his guard. He almost thought she was going to do it again!
After a while, the original tiredness gradually subsided, but the red marks became more and more obvious, and even a little painful. Yin Xing lowered his eyes and looked at his messy appearance, and felt that he could not bear to look at it.
But Xuan Yizheng was very pious and focused, his eyes were completely different from usual, they were obviously fiery and full of obsession.
Yin Xing was shocked, and only then did he realize that Xuan Yizhen's feelings were very different from those of ordinary people!
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