Chapter 56 (10,000 words) I will be more popular than you...
The candlelight dimly illuminated the overlapping figures inside the gauze curtain. In the dimness, the hanging red silk ribbon swayed more and more violently.
However, red marks were gradually spreading across the fair white wrist. The intersection of red and white was even more obvious, making it look weak and dangerous.
Xuan Yizhen's gaze wandered across the intricate embroidery of the gauze curtains. Her cold and beautiful eyes were unfocused, but her rosy, thin lips outlined a captivating curve. She was immersed in an indescribable joy, full of charm.
In the blink of an eye, a thick mass of black hair fell disorderly around her beautiful white body, like a dark abyss, her consciousness was empty and erratic.
Suddenly, the immobilized hands tried to grab a piece of driftwood, and then the slender and straight fingers trembled like butterfly wings, and the unbearable confinement of the person in the arms finally gave him peace of mind.
"Bad boy, it's boring to be so disciplined." Xuan Yizhen calmed his breath and said softly. At this moment, the slight blush on her jade-white cheeks made her look even more cold and beautiful. Her beautiful eyes looked at Yin Xing calmly. Even though her hands could not move, she still held her tightly in her arms with ease.
"Then I will work harder." Yin Xing stared at Xuan Yizhen, who looked so charming, and responded in a trance.
In fact, Yin Xing felt that Xuan Yi's reaction was stronger than ever. Was he being too obedient and unpleasant?!
But Yin Xing really likes the gentle and considerate Xuan Yizhen.
But now that I think about it, Xuan Yizhen probably also showed a lot of acting skills.
Xuan Yizhen stretched out his arm slightly to hold Yin Xing's neck, closing the distance between them and letting her snuggle up to him. His clear voice was low and hoarse as he asked slowly and seductively, "Really? Then what are you going to do?"
Yin Xing regained his composure, his throat rolling as he stared at Xuan Yizhen, who exuded a charming charm with every frown and smile. His gaze slowly wandered over her slender figure. He lowered his head in shame and said softly, "Yizhen, I'm hungry."
If Xuan Yizhen can really play the role of a gentle and considerate wife for him, then it shouldn't be a big problem for him to play the role of a bad boy for her.
Seeing this, Xuan Yizhen unconsciously placed his fingers in Yin Xing's soft hair. His breathing slowed down slightly, and he looked at her obedient appearance anxiously. Then he exposed everything to her, slightly raised his body, and murmured impatiently: "Eat, everything of mine can be yours."
After the words were spoken, the inside of the gauze curtain returned to silence again, with only ambiguous murmurs remaining.
When the candle burned out and the sky was getting light, Yin Xing woke up and found with regret that he had not untied the red silk ribbon for Xuan Yizheng. He rubbed the red mark on her wrist with heartache, and it was obviously a little swollen.
Xuan Yizheng did not make any move and let Yin Xing comfort her. His eyes fell on her soft black hair. She looked like an innocent girl, much more beautiful than when they first met. How come some people look more girlish as they get older?
"Yizhen, I think you should apply the medicine." Yin Xing raised his eyes and said with concern.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Xuan Yizheng responded, regaining his composure.
Seeing Xuan Yizhen being so gentle and kind, Yin Xing felt that he had been too reckless last night and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Xuan Yizhen placed his fingertips on Yin Xing's warm palm and said slowly, "Well, you deserve to be punished for doing such a bad thing to me."
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing's heart trembled. Xuan Yizheng has always been very strict when it comes to punishment.
These two words were so intimidating that Yin Xing was completely bewildered last night and did not give up halfway.
Now Yin Xing suddenly felt that his life was hanging by a thread. He blinked and looked at the gentle and beautiful Xuan Yizhen, and asked nervously: "How do you want to punish Yizhen?"
Xuan Yizhen withdrew his hand from Yin Xing's palm and instead held her drooping hair, playing with it carefully. He said slowly, "How do you usually punish children when they make mistakes?"
"How about a fight?" Yin Xing stretched out his palm in a flattering manner, feeling a little embarrassed.
"But you still have to go to the Dali Temple. If your hand hurts, how will you do your job?" Xuan Yizheng thought without moving.
Yin Xing thought Xuan Yi was really soft-hearted and asked, "How do you want to punish Yi Zhen?"
Xuan Yizhen's gaze drifted to the naked figure of Yin Xing, who was slender and youthful, pure and charming. He said quietly, "Of course, you have to be punished in a place where you can't be easily seen. Come here."
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing's heart finally dropped.
There was thick fog outside the window, and crystal dew condensed among the branches and leaves. With a gust of wind, it suddenly fell into the puddle, and the sound of popping could be heard intermittently. The branches trembled slightly, weak and helpless, as if sobbing.
There are not many sunny days in late autumn, so most people put on autumn clothes and thick boots early, and Yin Xing is no exception.
Inside the Dali Temple's main treasury hall, scarlet sparks shone among the silvery-white charcoal ashes in the charcoal basin. Yin Xing spread soft cushions on the chair in front of the desk before slowly sitting down.
"Master Xiao Yin, it hasn't snowed yet, why are you so afraid of the cold?" A colleague spoke up when he saw this.
"Yeah." Yin Xing responded shyly and dully, not daring to look at his colleagues.
It’s not about whether it’s cold or not, but whether it hurts or not. Yin Xing once again refreshed his understanding of Xuan Yizheng.
When it comes to punishment, she is really ruthless!
Just as Yin Xing was handling affairs as usual, a team of palace guards hurried into the general warehouse. Their cold armor was chilly, their expressions were solemn, and they looked like they were not easy to mess with.
"Prince Consort Yin, the Emperor summons you, please enter the palace immediately." The palace guard saluted with dignity.
"I wonder why you summoned me to the palace?" Yin Xing asked in confusion.
The palace guard placed his palm on the hilt of his sword and said in a deep voice, "I have been ordered to come here. Please allow Prince Consort Yin to enter the palace first."
Yin Xing subconsciously clenched the case file in his hand, thinking that this felt a bit bad!
Other colleagues in the general treasury also found this strange. The emperor rarely summoned the princesses' husbands alone, not to mention that the order was delivered by a palace guard instead of a eunuch. It seemed that something had happened.
Outside the window, autumn rain drips along the eaves, and the sound of water gurgles. Inside the courtyard, the sound of the piano and the sound of water intertwine, clear and ethereal, and difficult to distinguish.
The female official Chunli came in from outside and said, "My lord, the emperor sent a eunuch to deliver the message."
Xuan Yizhen continued to play the zither, a faint red mark still lingering on his wrist. He said indifferently, "Last time, I told you that it would be difficult to mobilize the Wanqi family's internal forces to cooperate with the royal family's suppression of the Xiahou family. What's going on this time?"
"According to the news, the emperor just ordered the palace guards to go to the Dali Temple to take away Prince Consort Yin." The female official Chunli said cautiously.
With a "clang" sound, the strings of the zither broke, and there was a sudden silence. The female official Chunli was also startled by the sudden movement and her face was slightly shocked.
Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes and looked at the guqin in front of him, his expression indifferent. He let the blood between his fingertips drip onto the broken strings, and slowly said, "Let the eunuch come in."
"Yes." The female official Chunli responded and took action.
Not long after, Cao Feng, the emperor's eunuch who was standing outside several corridors, followed the maid and stepped into the main hall.
The hall is filled with lush and exquisite colored glaze flowers and plants, and a high screen hides the appearance of Princess Zhang Hua. Amidst the lingering mist, the scent of medicinal herbs is cold, as if it is winter rather than autumn.
"Greetings to Princess Zhanghua." Cao Feng came back to his senses and saluted.
"Could it be that the emperor has asked the eunuch to come here for something?" Xuan Yizheng said calmly as the maid bandaged the wound on his fingertip.
Cao Feng responded respectfully, "Princess Zhanghua, His Majesty would like to invite you and Prince Consort Yin to the palace for a banquet today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Feng felt as if a sharp gaze was examining him through the screen, making him feel like he was being pricked in the back.
Xuan Yizhen slowly withdrew her fingertips, her gaze fixed on the window, and said, "It's late autumn and cold, and my health is not very good. Father should know about this. Is there something urgent?"
Cao Feng couldn't guess what Princess Zhanghua was thinking. Now that the emperor was ready to compete with the Xiahou family, she should have tried her best to cooperate, but she made excuses many times because she found it difficult to mobilize the power of the Wanqi family.
In this situation, even if Princess Zhanghua really cannot control the Wanqi family, it is probably difficult for her to escape the emperor's suspicion.
After all, first the eldest prince was attacked and injured while treating a disaster, and then the second prince was seriously injured by lightning during the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. Now the rumors in the capital are getting more and more intense. If the Xiahou family is allowed to provoke and cause chaos, I am afraid that all forces will be ready to move. The emperor needs a war of conquest to pacify the situation and establish his authority.
"Princess Zhanghua, His Majesty has been worried recently because of the discord with the Xiahou family. If you can come to the palace to relieve his worries, His Majesty will surely be very pleased." Cao Feng responded briefly, thinking that Princess Zhanghua must be aware of the current situation.
She is the only daughter of Empress Wanqi and should not be underestimated.
After all, Empress Wanqi had a very high prestige back then, and the Wanqi family was a terrifying existence at its peak.
Hearing this, Xuan Yizhen responded calmly, "In that case, I will go to the palace to see His Majesty."
As he finished speaking, the water droplets outside the house became more and more numerous, and the sounds were scattered.
Inside the majestic palace, Yin Xing followed the waiter's lead and sat down at the table. His sight moved from the magnificent palace beams to the shiny brick and stone floor, and he found that his own figure could be clearly seen in the light.
However, for a long time, Yin Xing did not see the emperor or anyone else. The hall was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was obvious.
Yin Xing raised his hand to support his chin, looking at the teacup on the table in front of him, wanting to drink but not daring to.
Xiahou Shao’s death last time was unclear, and TV dramas always say that there are all kinds of poisons in the palace, so Yin Xing now has to be on guard.
Not long after, footsteps were finally heard in the hall approaching from afar. Yin Xing hurriedly sat up straight, fearing that he would leave a bad impression on the emperor.
Then Yin Xing looked around, and was surprised to see Xuan Yizheng instead of the emperor at first glance.
"I was busy with government affairs just now and couldn't get away for the time being. My dear son-in-law, you have been waiting for a long time." The emperor sat on the high platform and said amiably.
"No." Yin Xing stood up and saluted in response, stealing a glance at Xuan Yizheng who was sitting at the nearby table.
Xuan Yizhen saw that Yin Xing's gaze was too obvious, so he had to speak to her: "Father, I just want to see us have a meal together, no need to be formal."
Yin Xing nodded, naturally trusting Xuan Yizhen. He sat down slowly without any previous nervousness, but he felt that the cushion was too hard and a little painful.
Seeing this, Xuan Yizheng inadvertently glanced at Yin Xing, pursed his thin lips, and didn't look at him any more.
Soon, palace maids came into the hall one after another to serve food. Yin Xing saw the roasted lamb chops, smelled the aroma of meat, and buried his head in eating, thinking it was extremely delicious.
After all, Yin Xing has been eating baby food in recent months, so she is really greedy!
The emperor drank his wine while looking at Yin Xing who was eating, and said, "Your Highness, it's been a year since you took the position of Junior Minister of the Dali Temple. How do you feel about it now?"
Yin Xing, his mouth full of the aroma of meat, quickly responded, "Father, everything is fine."
"That's good. The recent famine this summer has also affected Xizhou. Has your husband been in correspondence with your parents?"
"No."
After saying this, Yin Xing felt a little uneasy. After all, it is impossible for a filial person not to contact his parents for a whole year.
But Yin Xing couldn't lie to Xuan Yizhen's father, so he had to tell the truth.
The emperor looked at Yin Xing with a gloomy gaze, slowly examining him. He said, "So that's how it is. It seems the Prince Consort is still unaware of the Marquis of Xizhou's suspected involvement in the rebellion."
Instantly, Yin Xing opened his eyes wide, unable to believe his ears, and asked, "Is this true?"
Damn it, it seems like treason is punishable by the death of nine generations of the clan!
Suddenly Yin Xing felt that the barbecue was no longer fragrant.
"Of course I wouldn't joke about this matter, that's why I wanted to have a face-to-face interview with the Prince Consort and then order someone to investigate." As he spoke, the emperor's eyes fell on Xuan Yizheng. Her reaction was indifferent, and she never intervened or asked any questions from beginning to end.
"Father, I don't know about this matter. Please look into it carefully!" Although Yin Xing didn't know much about the original owner's family, judging from the fact that the original owner concealed her identity and was sent to the capital, her family might be like evil spirits.
Otherwise, why would someone rather risk the crime of deceiving the emperor and enter the capital than stay in his hometown of Xizhou?
The emperor's face was filled with kindness. He chuckled softly, "Don't be so reserved, my dear Prince Consort. This is primarily a case of the Xiahou family attempting to rebel. As long as the Marquis of Xizhou repents promptly, I will spare him any further involvement for the princess' sake."
Yin Xing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the emperor was so amiable, but he secretly thought that it would be bad if Xuan Yizheng was implicated because of him.
Soon after he finished speaking, the family banquet soon ended. Outside the palace, the autumn rain continued to fall, making the palace buildings standing there look hazy and mysterious.
Yin Xing rode in the carriage with Xuan Yizhen. He raised his hand and held hers. It was indeed cold. He muttered uncomfortably, "Yizhen, did my answer just now cause you any trouble?"
Xuan Yi would never go out when it rains on normal days, so she must have come to the palace today because of her own business.
The emperor must have had some doubts about the invitation and questioning, but Yin Xing was not so stupid as to think that this was just an ordinary family dinner.
Fortunately, I did not have any contact with the original owner's parents, otherwise it would be the crime of deceiving the emperor, which is an even greater crime.
Xuan Yizhen lowered her eyes to meet Yin Xing's anxious gaze, her beautiful eyes blinked gently, and she replied calmly, "No, I promise that no one will bring you any trouble."
How could the Marquis of Xizhou possibly be involved in the rebellion of the Xiahou family? This was just the emperor's way of putting pressure on Xuan Yizheng.
If the Wanqi family does not cooperate with the royal family's actions, the other families will only sit on the sidelines and watch the fight, and the emperor will never allow such a situation.
Yin Xing felt relieved when he saw Xuan Yizhen didn't look panicked at all. He touched the gauze between her fingers with his fingertips and asked in confusion, "How did you get hurt?"
This morning, before leaving the house, Yin Xing said goodbye to Xuan Yizhen, and there was no scar on her hand.
"I haven't practiced for a long time, so I'm a little rusty. I accidentally hurt myself." Xuan Yizhen's eyes fell on Yin Xing's frowning expression, watching him with interest. "The wound is not serious. Do you want to see it?"
"No, let's wait until the dressing is changed." Yin Xing gently held Xuan Yizheng's hand, and his eyes accidentally saw the red mark on her fair wrist exposed by her wide sleeves, and his face felt a little hot.
Xuan Yizhen nodded, but did not insist. His gaze fell on Yin Xing's back, and he chuckled, "Does it still hurt there?"
Yin Xing, who hadn't reacted at first, raised his eyes to meet her soft eyes and stammered, "Yeah."
"No wonder my hands hurt a little too."
“…”
Yin Xing was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to respond. He could only rub Xuan Yizhen's palms and whispered, "Then why did Yizhen punish me so severely?"
At that time, there was a loud snap!
Xuan Yizhen acted as if it was a matter of course and responded frankly, "Bad boys who do wrong must be severely punished. I'm already being lenient by not using a ruler on you."
Yin Xing couldn't help but gasp when he heard this, thinking that Xuan Yizheng seemed quite merciful by saying that.
"The carriage is bumpy, come closer." Xuan Yizheng raised his hand to support Yin Xing, letting her half lie in his arms, and patted her thin back gently with his palm, as patiently as if coaxing a child to sleep.
"But don't you feel tired like this?" Yin Xing tilted his head and looked at Xuan Yizheng shyly.
Xuan Yizhen shook his head, his heartbeat rubbing against Yin Xing's, feeling reassured. He said solemnly, "No, I like holding you like this. Besides, women also comfort frightened children in this way."
The emperor's use of Yin Xing to threaten him today was really beyond Xuan Yizheng's expectation.
Xuan Yizheng even suspected that the emperor had noticed his dealings with Xiahou Qing, so he wanted to kill Yin Xing as a warning to others, which made him lose his mind.
But now it seems that the emperor only wants the help of the Wanqi family to intimidate the Xiahou family.
Xuan Yizhen looked through the car curtain at the vermilion palace wall in the rain, and his lacquered eyes seemed to be dyed with a bright color, unusually red.
The sound of horse hooves rang out, lightly crushing the puddles on the ground. The loud sound trampled the reflection of the majestic and solemn palace into pieces.
By the time this autumn rain stopped, it was already the end of the month. The cool and sunny weather slightly dispelled the gloom and brought some brightness.
In the dining area in the backyard of the Dali Temple, Jiang Yun, Liu Ci and Yin Xing sat in a place that was avoided by everyone, chatting casually.
Of course, Jiang Yun was the one asking eagerly, "The palace guards made such a big scene that day, and the emperor just invited you into the palace for dinner?"
Yin Xing didn't want to talk about treason, so he could only vaguely respond, "Yeah."
"This is really strange. The emperor is busy with all kinds of affairs and doesn't look so leisurely." Jiang Yun actually wanted to say that the emperor didn't pay much attention to Yin Xing, his son-in-law, otherwise how could he be kept in the dark about her fake identity.
"Maybe. What case are you busy with recently?" Yin Xing abruptly changed the subject, not wanting Jiang Yun to see the clues with his sharp eyes.
Jiang Yun tasted the radish Liu Ci handed him, but he really didn't like its bland taste. He swallowed it hastily and replied, "The capital has been generally peaceful recently, except for the increasingly serious hauntings. The Emperor ordered the Dali Temple to send detectives to investigate, but they frightened many people and made them sick, so I had no choice but to take action."
Yin Xing asked with a probing look, "And then?"
Yin Xing had heard of ghost stories, but he had never seen them with his own eyes, so he was curious about whether they were true or not.
"Then, I did see a ghostly black shadow in the dark night. Unfortunately, it moved too fast and I couldn't make out its trajectory. However, there were bloody horse hoof prints on the ground, as if it had died with its eyes open. It was really weird." Jiang Yun blinked sleepily and responded in a rather mysterious way.
"You really saw a ghost!" Yin Xing was stunned, thinking that the crazy horse must have died a miserable death.
Liu Ci looked at Jiang Yun's unsatisfactory complexion with concern and advised, "Maybe you should take a break. It's freezing cold now, and it's easy to get sick and blurry-eyed."
Jiang Yun replied with a smile: "Don't worry, I have asked Du Ruo to investigate this matter. She is very good at light work and has strong tracking ability. Maybe she can make some different discoveries."
After saying that, Jiang Yun looked at the timid Yin Xing and teased, "By the way, how are you and your princess wife doing lately?"
Yin Xing almost bit his tongue accidentally and stammered, "Very good."
"I heard that the emperor plans to gather the three major families to put pressure on the Xiahou family. I guess it will be a big deal." Jiang Yun was a little suspicious of Princess Zhang Hua, but now he is not sure.
After all, if Yin Xing had not petitioned to marry Princess Zhanghua, the emperor would not have suggested that Xiahou Shao compete with her. As a result, Xiahou Shao died in a palace banquet, and there are really many mysteries in this matter.
The death of Xiahou Shao has resulted in the current deadlock between the royal family and the Xiahou family. Logically speaking, the emperor would certainly not want this to happen.
Therefore, the other three major families are most likely to wish for unrest in the royal family, and Princess Zhanghua's dual blood makes her position particularly ambiguous.
Seeing Jiang Yun looking at him with inquiring eyes, Yin Xing said guiltily, "Well, this matter is no less than a haunting. Of course I have heard about it. It seems that they are mobilizing troops and food supplies now."
Jiang Yunyouyou withdrew his gaze, picked up his chopsticks and tasted the food, saying: "Yes, but the Xiahou family didn't send assassins to assassinate you. You really should thank your princess wife."
It is said that everyone thought that Yin Xing had ruined the marriage between Princess Zhanghua and Xiahou Shao.
But if Princess Zhanghua was dissatisfied with her marriage to Xiahou Shao and fell in love with Yin Xing, the wife slave, then that person should also want Xiahou Shao to die.
There are too many possibilities, and even the emperor cannot be completely free of suspicion.
It was strange that the emperor agreed to Yin Xing's competition with Xiahou Shao for marriage proposal. There were too many twists and turns involved. It is no wonder that the Xiahou family suspected that the emperor had ulterior motives.
"Well, she is the best person to me in this world!" Yin Xing responded with a smile and raised eyebrows.
"Oh, I don't know who was sighing and groaning last time. I really envy your optimism." Jiang Yun teased without looking at it.
Yin Xing fell silent with her cheeks flushed. Liu Ci raised her hand to pick up a carrot and gave it to Jiang Yun. She said helplessly, "Ayun, don't tease her. Since they can reconcile as before, it's always a good thing."
Jiang Yun had the radish stuffed into his mouth and had to stop talking. He thought that he was going to vomit from eating all kinds of stewed radishes in autumn and winter.
But Jiang Yun saw Yin Xing eating with gusto, chewing the soft and warm radish with his teeth, and said curiously: "I noticed that you quite like the dine-in dishes at Dali Temple."
Yin Xing never had the bad habit of being picky, as most princes and nobles do.
Yin Xing sipped the sweet carrot soup and said contentedly, "Mm, today's soup is delicious."
Now Yin Xing’s requirement for food is that it is salty as long as it is good!
"That's right. Eat radishes in winter and ginger in summer. Ayun, you should eat more." Liu Ci felt that Yin Xing was much more obedient than Jiang Yun. In fact, it was no wonder that Princess Zhang Hua liked her.
Who would refuse a girl whose heart and eyes are full of love?
"..." Jiang Yun felt a sudden sense of crisis in his heart, and he felt a little regretful for bringing up such a matter!
Yin Xing was caught off guard by Jiang Yun's fierce gaze, feeling somewhat bewildered. What was with that strange expression?!
Unconsciously, the dim sunlight outside the window quickly faded, the autumn wind was bleak, and in the evening, Yin Xing took a carriage back to the villa.
Out of curiosity about what Jiang Yun said about the haunted main street, Yin Xing did not take a detour as usual. He lifted the curtain and looked at the main street, only to find that most of the shops had closed early and it was very deserted.
Is it true that there is such a thing as reincarnation?
When he returned to the villa, Yin Xing stepped over the thresholds one after another, felt the hot wind on his face, and realized how warm it was inside.
But even so, Xuan Yizheng had a thin blanket on his knees and a hand warmer in his hand. His elegant silver-gray winter clothes were particularly eye-catching in the dark, like a faint moon entering the room, radiant and dazzling.
Unfortunately, the incense had a strong smell of medicinal soup. Yin Xing knew that Xuan Yizheng would feel very uncomfortable in autumn and winter, but she didn't mention it, so he didn't ask much.
"You came back a little early today." Xuan Yizheng put down his pen and ink, and spoke in a clear voice that was a little hoarse, adding a gentleness and softness.
"I'm going back to the villa from the main street today, so it will be much closer." Yin Xing walked forward and sat down, looking at Xuan Yizheng's expression, feeling a little uneasy.
Xuan Yizhen let Yin Xing watch, raised his hand to close the dried folded book, put it aside and put it away, and said slowly: "No wonder, you are not afraid of the ghost rumors?"
Yin Xing stretched out his palm to hold Xuan Yizhen's hand, only to find it was surprisingly cold. He said, "Don't be afraid, Yizhen, what are you busy with today?"
"Nothing, just something about the Wanqi family. Are you hungry?"
"fine."
Hearing this, Xuan Yizhen's beautiful eyes were filled with regret. She pinched the soft flesh of Yin Xing's palm with her fingertips, and her gaze fell on her clear, round eyes, which reflected her own somewhat decadent expression. She adjusted her tone slightly and called out, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
Yin Xing pursed her lips, wanting to say something but stopping herself. She placed Xuan Yizhen's hand on her cheek, feeling it was like ice. She whispered, "Because Yizhen looks like he's sick, I'm worried."
Even if Xuan Yizhen put on makeup, she couldn't hide the fatigue all over her body, just like the flowers and plants in the villa withering in winter.
After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen denied it: "No, I just feel uncomfortable. You should worry about yourself."
Yin Xing stared into Xuan Yizhen's eyes, but only saw himself. It was obvious that she didn't want him to know, so he had to give up the idea and said, "What should I worry about?"
"At the end of this year, the Marquis of Xizhou will be ordered to enter the capital. Do you think we should be worried?"
"Ah, then I'll be exposed!"
Xuan Yizhen pinched Yin Xing's fair face with her fingertips, raised her thin lips slightly, and said with a gentle smile: "Silly, of course I will not allow such a mistake to happen, but if you don't remember the people in Xizhou Marquis Mansion at all, isn't it very suspicious?"
Yin Xing smiled with a relieved look, "Luckily Yizhen reminded me now, so I can make some preparations in advance."
Otherwise, Yin Xing wouldn't dare to meet the people from Xizhou Marquis Mansion in person because of what kind of misunderstanding they might cause!
"Yes." Xuan Yizhen's eyes seemed to be filled with Yin Xing's warm smile. He put his palm against her warm cheek and murmured in response.
"But what if the Marquis of Xizhou really rebels?" Yin Xing rested his head weakly on Xuan Yizheng's palm, with a worried look on his face.
In ancient times, treason would result in the punishment of nine generations of one's family, which was truly an unprovoked disaster.
Xuan Yizhen held Yin Xing in his arms lovingly, and couldn't help but touch her forehead. He said softly, "Don't be afraid. The emperor wants to take action against the Xiahou family. Now he will only try to win over the noble families as much as possible. So by the end of the year, not only the Xizhou Marquis, but also other nobles will enter the capital."
Yin Xing blinked awkwardly, his composure flustered. His gaze fell on Xuan Yizhen's lips, and he said unnaturally, "Yizhen, I never thought that such a big thing would happen."
At first, Yin Xing just wanted to marry Xuan Yizhen, but he didn't expect that it would involve so many things, and even the dynasty seemed to be about to experience a war.
Xuan Yizhen calmly met Yin Xingsheng's uneasy eyes, touched his eyes with her fingertips, and said, "It's okay, I may have thought about these things for you."
From the moment Xuan Yizhen took the marriage proposal documents to the Dali Temple to find Yin Xing, he knew there would be such a series of reactions.
"Then why didn't Yizhen tell me earlier?"
"I told you your life is in danger. It's very dangerous."
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen's frank expression and stammered, "I thought it was about my own life being in danger. I never thought it would involve others, or even lead to a war."
Xuan Yizhen was quite puzzled, but his expression became increasingly gentle. He slowly said, "Xing'er, this matter has nothing to do with you. The conflict between the royal family and the aristocratic families is too complicated. The Xiahou family has had this idea for a long time."
To be more precise, even if Xiahou Shao had not died, the emperor would have found other ways to gradually seize the power and wealth of the aristocratic families. That man was never willing to be the master of the status quo.
The Xiahou family's current provocation is their only chance to counterattack, and it is quite legitimate.
"But I didn't expect Yizhen to be implicated."
"Why do you say that?"
Yin Xing raised his hand and pointed at the pile of incomprehensible folded books on the desk. He said, "Yizhen rarely dealt with these things when I was home before, but lately, he's been doing it a lot more."
Xuan Yizhen smiled, pinched her face with his fingertips, and said with admiration: "You are not that stupid."
Since the emperor wants to test the strength of the Wanqi family and the three major families, he can only go with the flow.
After all, Xuan Yizheng knew that he would never be allowed to leave the capital by the emperor. If he really waited until the emperor dealt with the three major families, the Wanqi family would be attacked from all sides.
Crisis always involves both danger and opportunity. Now that the emperor has taken the initiative to provoke conflicts among the aristocratic families, it is not a bad thing for Xuan Yizheng.
Yin Xing didn't understand Xuan Yizhen's thoughts, but he didn't expect her to make fun of him. He said innocently, "Yizhen actually laughed at me. That's a bit mean."
Xuan Yizhen came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes as gentle as water, and she chuckled softly, "How can I be as bad as a bad kid like you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Xing was kissed on the lips, softly and lingeringly, like tasting berries, or coaxing someone, making people dizzy and their heart beat fast.
Speaking of bad, I am indeed bad too.
In order to make Xuan Yizhen interested in him, Yin Xing cooperated with her strange preferences and became more and more fascinated by her.
The candlelight was dim. After bathing, Yin Xing slipped into the gauze tent, holding a red silk ribbon in her palm. Her eyes fell on Xuan Yizhen, who was flipping through a book. She was quiet and elegant, but a little embarrassed. She whispered, "Yizhen, why do you want to read?"
This makes me look very impatient!
Xuan Yizhen tilted his head slightly to look at Yin Xing, who was sitting cross-legged beside him. He stroked the scroll with his fingertips and said tolerantly, "Okay, what do you think of me?"
If it were a normal day, Yin Xing would definitely not disturb Xuan Yizhen, but on the bed, Yin Xing discovered that Xuan Yizhen liked to be a little naughty!
"Okay, Yizhen, you are not allowed to look at anything else but me." Yin Xing said the hardest words in the softest tone.
"You seem very unreasonable and a bit arrogant." Xuan Yizheng raised his hand and held the hair that fell on the side of Yin Xing's face. His tone was gentle without any blame.
Yin Xing, with a red silk ribbon tied between his fingers and wrapped around his cold white wrist, unskillfully played the role of a rude, bad boy, and said, "Yes, does Yizhen get angry?"
Xuan Yizhen stretched out his wrist to give Yin Xingxing the red silk ribbon, taking a deep breath and responding slowly, "No, tie it tighter."
"But if it's too tight, it will be difficult to remove the red marks."
"It's okay. I like the marks you leave, and it feels better if it's tighter."
Yin Xing paused, almost unable to continue acting. He looked at Xuan Yizhen, who looked even more elegant and beautiful without her makeup, and said, "What do you feel?"
Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's bewildered expression and said calmly, "It's nothing, it's just safer. This way I won't lose myself."
"Is that so? Then will I feel safe if I tie the red silk ribbon for Yizhen?" Yin Xing realized that Xuan Yizhen's unusual preference might be due to her lack of security.
That's why Xuan Yizhen sleeps so lightly. Could it be related to the fact that her mother never took care of her? Yin Xing secretly wondered.
"Well, when you were blindfolded with the red silk ribbon for the first time at the Princess's Viewing Banquet, I really wanted to have you." Xuan Yizheng felt that Yin Xing could give him many special, novel and interesting experiences.
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen in surprise, blushing, unable to believe that she had wanted to do this and that with him so early?!
Xuan Yizhen raised her hand and guided Yin Xing's hand to touch the red silk ribbon around her wrist. Her expression was pure and charming as she recalled, "And when you tied the red silk ribbon around me, everything became even more intense. It was wonderful, wasn't it?"
Yin Xing didn't quite understand this overly stream-of-consciousness feeling. His gaze fell on Xuan Yizhen's beautiful eyes, shrouded in mist. His heart throbbed. He leaned in to look into her eyes, then stepped back and said, "I'm sorry. Although I don't quite understand, I will always cherish the trust Yizhen has given me, like a red silk ribbon that binds me. No, I will love Yizhen more than it does."
Maybe one day in the future Xuan Yizheng will be able to feel her love without relying on external things, so that she won't have to experience the joy of being cared for and concerned in such a nearly hurtful way.
After she finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and she blinked her beautiful eyes as she looked at the sincere and frank Yin Xing, as if all the moments were still and only the swelling and pain spreading from her heart reminded her of some indescribable changes.
"Okay, do you want to continue now?" Although the words were a question, the bright ribbon held by Xuan Yizheng's slender fingertips was already placed in Yin Xing's hand. It was so natural, but it was still difficult to suppress the swelling in his heart, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
Or perhaps Xuan Yi really hoped that this pain would last forever.
"Yeah." Yin Xing took the red silk ribbon with a hot face and was about to do the same as usual.
But Xuan Yizhen held the back of Yin Xing's hand, moved it slowly, and gently guided her: "You can also tie it around your ankle. I will teach you."
Yin Xing looked up in shock, but met Xuan Yizheng's deep and fiery innocent eyes, and obeyed his request with a fluttering heart.
The night is long, the autumn wind is bleak outside the window, but it is warm as spring inside the window. The candlelight reflects the swaying dark patterns on the gauze curtain, like a green pool being baptized by rain and wind.
At dawn, the fog was thick and cold. The airtight gauze curtain was lifted by a pair of cold white jade hands, revealing the beautiful scenery inside.
Xuan Yizheng tilted his head to look at the sky, and his gaze fell on the troubled Yin Xing's cheek again. In fact, he didn't understand the love she was talking about.
But it doesn't seem to matter. I can give everything I have to Yin Xing, and then everything I have of Yin Xing will also be my property.
Because of the pouring of warm and cool light, Yin Xing huddled in Xuan Yizheng's arms, his eyelids struggled to wake up, and he felt pain all over his waist and back!
"Hmm!" Yin Xing groaned while unable to move. Perhaps the pain made her sober. She opened her eyes and saw Xuan Yizheng's clear and bright eyes. She seemed to be fine.
"What's wrong?" Xuan Yizheng asked.
Yin Xing's face felt hot as he buried his head in the crook of his neck and mumbled, "My waist hurts."
Xuan Yizhen's expression was solemn. He reached into the quilt and pondered, "If it's not a bone problem, then it must be a problem with the tendons. You're a little weak."
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing looked like a steamed bun in a steamer. He looked at Xuan Yizhen's cold face with pitiful eyes and muttered, "No way, I'm a girl."
"What does your physical weakness have to do with you being a woman?" Xuan Yizheng asked in confusion?
"Nothing, I was just saying it casually." Yin Xing realized belatedly that he had misunderstood and felt even more ashamed to face people.
In the quiet place, Xuan Yizhen rubbed his palms gently, feeling that Yin Xing was indeed a little weak. His eyes fell on her red earlobes and he chuckled softly: "It seems that you still can't behave yourself in the future."
Yin Xing rarely agreed with Xuan Yizhen's opinion, nodding his head vigorously in response: "Yeah, Yizhen doesn't feel any pain?"
Xuan Yizheng was obviously more enthusiastic and proactive last night, and she has been in poor health recently, so she should be more tired.
"It's okay, maybe it's because you're working harder." Xuan Yizhen was giving her face so that Yin Xing wouldn't bore her.
"Is that so!" Yin Xing regained some confidence and raised his head slightly.
Seeing this, Xuan Yizhen lowered his head and kissed Yin Xing's forehead. A faint smile flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he teased, "Of course, it's also possible that you're still growing."
Yin Xing remained silent, looking awkwardly at Xuan Yizhen who was making fun of him, and stammered, "Yizhen, don't you think this is weird?"
"No, I think you must have been very lovable and cute when you were a child. It's a pity that I can't see it." Xuan Yizheng responded seriously.
"I'm not as lovable and cute as Yizhen said, but Yizhen must have been very good-looking when he was a child. It's a pity that I can't see him." Yin Xing tried to imagine what Xuan Yizhen looked like when he was young.
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing's smiling eyes, which looked like beautiful pearls, and replied slightly absentmindedly: "My childhood was terrible. It's better if you don't see it."
At that time, Xuan Yizheng could not distinguish people's facial features and emotions, and everything was a chaotic black shadow.
If Yin Xing saw herself when she was a child, she would just leave herself timidly.
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen in surprise when he mentioned her past. She didn't expect it to be described as terrible, so she asked cautiously, "Why?"
"Nothing, I just remember that back then, whether it was the maids or the other princesses, they didn't like seeing me very much."
Or perhaps fear would be a more accurate word, but Xuan Yi really didn't want to scare Yin Xing.
"That's because they don't know that Yizhen is gentle and kind, so it's not Yizhen's fault." When Yin Xing heard this, he remembered the second princess trying to frame Xuan Yizhen. He subconsciously felt that they had been isolating Xuan Yizhen when they were young, and he felt even more distressed.
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing quietly, his eyes full of concern. He raised his thin lips and smiled faintly, "Well, maybe."
But those people are not important to Xuan Yizheng. As long as Yin Xing believes that he is gentle and kind, that is enough.
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen, who seemed to be indifferent, but felt that she was hurt too deeply. He didn't know how to comfort her. He raised his arms to embrace her and said earnestly: "Yizhen, I don't care what others say about you. In short, you are the most gentle and kind person I have ever met. Are you willing to believe me?"
It seems that I must be more enthusiastic and proactive in letting Xuan Yizheng feel the beauty of the world!
Otherwise, Yin Xing always felt that Xuan Yizhen would become fragile and collapse at any time.
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