Chapter 60 (8,000 words) The Seven-Year Itch, I Every...
The most unbearable time is when the snow melts in early winter. The crystal clear and cold snow water drips down the eaves into a bead curtain, like an endless spring rain.
In the morning, Yin Xing was busy dressing himself and tying his belt. He was still not used to wearing heavy winter clothes, which was really cumbersome.
"Strange, my scarlet headband seems to be missing." Yin Xing muttered as he bent down to look for it. He always felt that his delicate clothes were sometimes inexplicably lost.
"Maybe the maids took it to wash and dry. You can choose another hairband." Xuan Yizheng sat quietly in front of the dressing table, combing her hair. She paused with the wooden comb in her hand, looked at Yin Xing through the bronze mirror, and answered hesitantly.
In order to avoid revealing her true identity, Yin Xing usually only wears official robes. Her private clothes are mostly plain and not fancy, but the hairbands she chooses tend to be more girlish.
That crimson headband embroidered with peach blossoms really complements her beauty and youthfulness.
Upon hearing this, Yin Xing glanced at Xuan Yizhen's moon-white winter coat with a gold-thread cloud pattern. Thoughtfully, he reached out and picked up a similar moon-white headband with a gold-thread butterfly pattern. Then, after walking closer and sitting down, he said, "It's really inconvenient to have to dry clothes in this weather."
"Well, it's time for you to wear a jade crown to show your status and age." Xuan Yizheng saw Yin Xing carefully tidying up the hem of her winter dress before sitting down beside her. He looked at her thick black hair that was tied into a bun, and used his fingertips to pick up a few strands of her hair, and spoke softly.
It is a very important etiquette for a man to come of age at the age of 20, and usually a banquet is held to invite relatives, friends and elders.
However, Yin Xing's special identity should not be publicized too much, so Xuan Yizheng has not yet made any arrangements for her.
"It doesn't matter. I think wearing a crown is too cumbersome. A headband or a hairpin is lighter and more beautiful." Yin Xing tied the headband herself in front of the bronze mirror. She was not very skilled before, but now she is much more proficient.
At this moment, Xuan Yizhen in the bronze mirror was pure and elegant, with silky black hair cascading down, a delicate nose and thin lips, and beautiful eyes like a pool of autumn water. Her whole body was shimmering with a hazy glow, and she was extraordinarily quiet and beautiful.
Even though Yin Xing had been with Xuan Yizheng day and night, he still felt that her beauty was extraordinary, like a cold moon immersed in mist, her skin radiating a bright glow, her skin as white as ice and her bones as delicate as jade, a natural beauty.
"That's true." Xuan Yizheng knew that Yin Xing liked beautiful things. She used her delicate hands to adjust her hanging light hairband and looked closely at the butterfly pattern on it, as if she was holding a butterfly.
Soon, the two of them dressed, washed, and had breakfast as usual.
Before leaving, Yin Xing looked at the quiet Xuan Yizhen, his face flushed as he raised his hands to hug her. Feeling her slender figure, whose body temperature was unusually cold, he said with pity, "I hope the warm summer will come soon."
During winter and spring, Xuan Yizheng would easily lose her appetite, even though she never showed any sign of being depressed or uncomfortable, as if she was accustomed to enduring everything.
However, Yin Xing stayed with Xuan Yizheng all day long, so he could somewhat notice her subtle changes.
"But last year when you had prickly heat, you said you hated midsummer the most." Xuan Yizheng wrapped his slender arms around Yin Xing, feeling her warmth, and lowered his head to whisper to her.
“…” Yin Xing didn’t expect Xuan Yizheng to have such a good memory. He thought he should be more careful with his words in the future.
After a while, Yin Xing saw that time was running out, so he withdrew with slightly moist lips, let go embarrassedly, and stepped out of the inner room. He thought that Xuan Yizheng had been very intimate with him recently, and he didn't seem to be looking for excitement.
Xuan Yizheng pursed his lips, savoring the warmth and moisture that was about to dissipate. He sat alone beside the couch, watching Yin Xing leave the inner room. The gentleness and tenderness on his jade-white face had just dissipated like the mist from an incense burner, and he returned to his dull state.
Such a kiss is really hard to satisfy. If I can possess Yin Xing's kiss for a long time and strongly, maybe I can relieve my desire.
In the silence, the sound of snow dripping onto the ground outside the window gradually became clearer, like an icicle drilling into Xuan Yizheng's ears, cold and sharp.
Xuan Yizheng lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes frozen motionless, his gaze fixed on the shadow on the lacquered wooden floor.
The bright colored glass flowers and plants that were originally stacked in the house now reflected the intertwined shadows of branches, and now it looked like countless black snakes circling the ground waiting for an opportunity to move and gradually surround itself.
Fantasies that usually only appear at night now occasionally appear in the daytime, and can still penetrate into the eyes even with the eyes closed.
"Someone, turn on the light." Xuan Yizheng spoke in a low voice with a tense body, slowly raised his hand, and the shadow on the ground followed the movement. He lowered his beautiful eyes, frowned slightly, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.
It must be because it’s too dark. Winter and spring are always gray and dull.
"Yes." The maids went in and waited until the lights in the room were bright and the interlaced shadows on the ground gradually disappeared.
Xuan Yizhen blinked lightly, and looked around the inner room without any lingering feelings. She stood up and said, "I am going to the studio."
If Yin Xing was not there, Xuan Yizheng would not stay in this dangerous house for long.
Or in other words, Xuan Yizheng now only wants to stay where Yin Xing is, and other places have become unsafe.
The maids followed the order and hurried to get cloaks, hand warmers and other things, and ordered someone to prepare the sedan chair.
There are many pavilions, gardens and corridors in the courtyard, and it will take a lot of time to walk around.
Not long after, Xuan Yizheng came out of the sedan chair and stepped into the corridor of the studio.
In the past, where Xuan Yizheng stayed, there were rarely any windows or furnishings, but more of a series of inner doors to block out the noise and cold.
Xuan Yizhen stepped into the porch alone and entered the deep studio, letting the inner doors behind him close one after another and the sound of the wind outside the house fade away.
Masks with different expressions are still hung on the walls of the studio, but now there are more scrolls and intricately dressed jade dolls.
The jade doll is almost exactly the same size as Yin Xing, with its limbs and head bound with red ribbons, and its hair was carefully collected and stored by Xuan Yizheng.
At this moment, the soft black hair was tied with a crimson hairband, which was the one that Yin Xing couldn't find this morning.
"It seems that you have been very well behaved today." Xuan Yizheng's jade-like expression gradually returned to its gentle state. He walked closer, bent slightly and sat beside her, raising his hand to pull up the red ribbon.
The jade doll made crisp joint sounds, and raised its head to reveal a smiling face, showing its innocence. If you were not close to it, you would probably think it was a living person.
The candlelight reflected on the white jade doll's cheek, giving it a soft glow, adding a touch of reality and making people feel endearing.
Xuan Yizhen's beautiful eyes faintly revealed a smile. She raised her hand to touch the black hair that fell on Yuou's cheek. Her movements were gentle and careful. She murmured, "You must be very bored alone."
After he finished speaking, the studio fell silent, but Xuan Yizheng was not affected at all. Instead, he looked attentively.
"There's no other way. I have to accompany Xing'er. After all, you are different from her." Xuan Yizheng answered calmly, tidying up his black hair with his fingertips. He held the jade doll's cheek with his palm, tracing her eyebrows and facial features with his fingertips, and looked at her carefully, feeling a little regretful.
Xuan Yizhen's fingertips lingered on the snow-white jade doll's cheek, the touch delicate and warm. He moved his fingers inch by inch, gently untying the belt that was tied around her clothes, and his palms reached inside. His clear and beautiful eyes overflowed with a hint of obsession, and he said, "Look, your heart won't beat. It's still a dead thing after all."
Having said that, Xuan Yizhen still pulled the red ribbon and held the jade doll tightly with both hands, like a binding vine, constantly squeezing out all his strength, as if only in this way could he vent the anger hidden deep in Xuan Yizhen's heart.
"Why can love and destruction exist at the same time?" Xuan Yizheng murmured to himself with his cheek against the jade doll, his thin lips raised, his fingertips grasped the red ribbon and tied it tightly around its neck, his heart beating abnormally.
But this level is far from enough for Xuan Yizheng.
At that time, Yin Xing's drunken words were like flames piercing Xuan Yizheng's heart, burning all over his limbs and bones, making him addicted.
In the silent and deep studio, apart from the crisp sound of the jade doll being pulled by the red ribbon, there was no other sound for a long time.
Outside the house, the crystal snow water was still dripping, and even though the sun was just rising, the wind still carried the chill of winter.
Yin Xing took a cold breath as he got out of the carriage. He stepped into the Dali Temple and unexpectedly ran into Du Ruo in the corridor. He had no time to avoid him.
"Master Xiao Yin, it's so early." Du Ruo was wearing a simple and elegant light blue dress. She stood in the corridor very quietly, but she was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, emitting a cold light.
"Constable Du is here early too." Yin Xing felt that Du Ruo's clothing aesthetic was somewhat similar to Xuan Yizheng's.
Both have a pure and elegant style, but Du Ruo feels more cold and indifferent, while Xuan Yizheng appears noble and outstanding.
However, Xuan Yizheng would smile gently at herself, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze and their hearts were filled with joy.
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing didn't stay any longer and quickly said goodbye.
Du Ruo didn't say anything, as if they just met by chance, but her eyes were dimly fixed on Yin Xing, who was dressed in an official robe and a gauze hat. Even though her outfit was a bit too dull, it still couldn't suppress her bright and energetic spirit, which flourished with her hairband flying around.
If such a person begs for mercy tremblingly, he must be as lovable as a pear blossom in the rain.
Thinking of this, a faint light flashed in Du Ruo's eyes, and he fiddled with the red bag at his side with his fingertips. It was like a drop of blood in the white snow, too conspicuous.
The officials in the Dali Temple were all busy and did not dare to approach Miss Du, who was beautiful but cruel.
However, one minor official took a few more glances before leaving the front hall.
Du Ruo casually shifted his gaze to the clerk. This person always stared at Yin Xing. Could he be Princess Zhanghua's eyes and ears?
But Princess Zhang Hua would not choose such a lowly spy. While thinking about it, Du Ruo's eyes piqued interest and she moved her feet.
There are indeed many forces gathered in the Dali Temple.
When the thin sunlight between the clouds shines on the roof, the ground in the restaurant's attic is filled with light, and the gorgeous skirt dyed pink from the sitting position is more brilliant and bright than spring flowers.
The Third Princess leisurely looked at the letter, then casually threw it into the charcoal basin and burned it. She scoffed, "Is this Du Ruo coming into the Dali Temple just to stir up trouble?"
"Du Ruo has been staying in Wuzhou all these years. When Empress Dowager Du passed away, there were no high-ranking officials in the Du family. Now that they have little influence in the court, they may be ambitious." The eldest princess spoke while drinking wine.
"She has been secretly communicating with the second princess since she entered the capital. Her thoughts at this moment are clear to me." The third princess raised her hand and turned the gem ring, which emitted a fiery glow under the light, reflecting in her eyes.
The eldest princess straightened up slightly and said with concern, "If she is secretly colluding with the second eldest, we must be careful."
If Du Ruo represents the Du family, he will probably use ruthless tactics.
The Third Princess looked at the new gem ring disapprovingly and said, "I'm curious about what Second Princess promised Du Ruo. After all, she has no other hobbies besides killing people."
After the death of Empress Dowager Du, the status of the Du family among the royal family plummeted. In addition to the suppression by Empress Wanqi, they were also curbed by the emperor. In recent years, they have been living in a corner and barely surviving.
"Who knows? Du Ruo's madness is no less than Xuan Yizhen's. She has been killing criminals every day since entering the capital. Now she is well-known as the female detective of the Dali Temple. Maybe the second brother is secretly helping her to make further progress."
"That's true. It seems that it would be best to win her over. Otherwise, keeping Du Ruo will always feel like a sharp poisonous thorn." The third princess did not feel that her advantages were inferior to those of the second princess, and Du Ruo did not seem like someone who was ungrateful.
As he finished speaking, crystal clear water droplets dripped from the window outside the house, causing ripples in the depression.
Although spring is still chilly, green buds are quietly sprouting from the dead branches, foreshadowing the change of seasons.
Yin Xing in the Dali Temple's general treasury was surprised to find that his peach branches had sprouted!
In response to this, Jiang Yun couldn't help but tease, "Maybe you'll have a new love this year."
Yin Xing ignored Jiang Yun's teasing, holding the potted plant in both hands and placing it in the light, hoping that the peach branch would survive. He muttered expectantly, "I think this means the weather is finally going to get warmer."
That way Xuan Yizheng would feel more comfortable.
Xuan Yizheng basically did not leave the house throughout the winter. Yin Xing found it hard to imagine his mental state after not going out for such a long time.
"Yes, but by the time spring comes and flowers bloom, the emperor will have prepared all the troops and food supplies he has sent out. War will be imminent, the capital will be under martial law, and the Dali Temple will be very busy." Jiang Yun saw Yin Xing's appearance of not paying any attention to the outside world, and occasionally envied her simple mind and pure heart.
Of course, it was only occasionally. Most of the time, Jiang Yun felt that Yin Xing was on the verge of death.
After all, as the princess's husband who holds immense power and wealth, he sometimes becomes a target of public attention.
"The Dali Temple is responsible for investigating difficult cases. Do they also have to go to the battlefield?" Yin Xing asked curiously, calming his mind.
Jiang Yun was speechless. He looked at Yin Xing deeply and could only say, "The emperor ordered the legitimate sons of the state nobles to stay in the capital. You must be aware of this. They will not willingly be held hostage by force."
Therefore, once a war breaks out, if things don't go well, some noble sons will definitely escape secretly, and the Dali Temple will naturally have to cooperate with the guards in searching and arresting them.
When Yin Xing heard Jiang Yun mention this, he thought of the original owner's two younger brothers and said solemnly, "We need to keep a close eye on them. Noble sons have bad tempers and can easily get into trouble."
"Come to think of it, your two younger brothers were also left in the capital. Didn't the Marquis of Xizhou try to get you to plead with the princess's wife?" Jiang Yun had heard a little about the Marquis of Xizhou. Xizhou was one of the thirteen marquises that suffered from the famine.
It can be seen that the Marquis of Xizhou's governance was very poor, and there was also suspicion of collusion with the Xiahou family.
"I won't trouble Princess Zhanghua on their behalf. I hope they behave themselves. Otherwise, they'll be on their own."
"I can't believe it. The Marquis of Xizhou is your biological father. How could he be so indifferent?"
Yin Xing couldn't say too much to Jiang Yun, so he could only explain: "It's hard to explain in a few words. Anyway, I feel a little headache when I think about this matter."
I hope the emperor's encirclement and suppression campaign will go smoothly. Otherwise, if the Marquis of Xizhou lags behind, I'm afraid he will have to hold me back tightly.
When his identity is exposed, it will definitely have a very bad impact on Xuan Yizheng.
Seeing Yin Xing's reaction, Jiang Yun didn't ask any more questions. After all, everyone has a lot of troubles at home. He tilted his head to look at the sky, put down the teacup and said, "Okay, I have something else to do. You can practice your footwork by yourself."
After saying that, Jiang Yun quickly climbed out the window. Yin Xing was a little dazzled and full of envy.
This level of skill is something I will never be able to achieve in my lifetime.
At this moment, Jiang Yun had already stepped through the courtyard corridor, tapped the beams with his toes, raised his hands and climbed onto the roof tiles, overlooking the pavilions and towers in the Dali Temple from a high vantage point.
Recently, Du Ruo would practice swordsmanship in the backyard at this time. Jiang Yun would step on the roof tiles, jump onto the high wall, and observe secretly, feeling somewhat curious about her swordsmanship.
How superb a person's swordsmanship must be to be able to cut the flesh and blood of a living person into as thin as a cicada's wing.
In the backyard, water was dripping from the roof tiles. Du Ruo drew a soft sword from his waist with his left hand. His steps were light and swift, his body movements were elegant and strange, and the sound of clanging echoed in the air.
The water droplets on the eaves were split into two by the soft sword, but did not fall to the ground. Instead, they were pulled by the sword body and moved unpredictably.
In a flash, the crystal clear and soft water droplets flew rapidly towards the high wall where Jiang Yun was.
Jiang Yun opened his eyes wide and quickly jumped off the high wall to avoid it. Seeing that the place where he had previously landed was pierced by a hole, he was secretly shocked.
So awesome!
Seeing this, Du Ruo swung the soft sword without stopping, but continued to use the sword to stir the complicated water droplets, constantly towards the wall. The sound of breaking was startled, and the water droplets passed through the wall like arrows with amazing power.
Seeing this, Jiang Yun did not dare to hesitate to draw his sword. A cold light flashed past, and he dodged nimbly. The sword made a clanging sound when it blocked the sharp water droplets, and the arc was slightly bent, with considerable force.
The two men swung their swords strangely across the wall. As their bodies changed, their moves became more and more ferocious. A drop of water passed through the side of his neck and slid down a trail of blood. Jiang Yun couldn't help but be shocked. It was obvious that Du Ruo had made up his mind to kill!
Jiang Yun had no interest in fighting now. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with his palm, adjusted his breathing and luck, and swung the sword across the air. Suddenly, a strong wind hit him, and the sound of bricks and stones breaking around him was heard with a bang.
Du Ruo held the soft sword in his left hand, stood quietly opposite, looked at Jiang Yun, and exclaimed in admiration: "Constable Jiang's swordsmanship is very good."
Jiang Yun looked a little embarrassed, with sweat oozing from his forehead. He secretly adjusted his breathing and said in a cheerful tone, "Constable Du's sword moves are not bad either."
"Do you want to continue?"
"Let's do it another day. The damage to the Dali Temple's walls and courtyards requires compensation to be deducted from my salary, but my salary is not enough to cover it."
While the two were talking, nearby officials, constables and others had already rushed over because of the unusual noise.
Jiang Yun's sword grip was numb. He tilted his head to look at the officials and explained calmly, "This wall has probably fallen into disrepair. It looks like we need to find a mason to repair it. Isn't that right, Constable Du?"
Du Ruo swung the soft sword in his left hand, made a sword flower, and easily sheathed the sword. He said, "It's okay. I'll pay for it."
The officials' gazes fell on the sharp and crisscrossing sword marks all over the courtyard, and finally landed on the daughter of the Dali Temple official and the noblewoman of the Du family. They could only blindly cooperate and replied, "Yes."
No one can afford to offend these two people in a fight, so it is better to make a big deal out of it.
Jiang Yun glanced at Du Ruo's relaxed demeanor, but didn't bother to be polite with her, as his salary was not enough to spend.
In the evening, in the autopsy room, Liu Ci bandaged the wound on the side of Jiang Yun's neck and said in shock, "If it was an inch deeper, you would have been killed on the spot."
"That's right, you almost became a widow." Jiang Yun responded with a smile, leaning his head back to rest his head on Liu Ci's shoulder. He smelled the fragrance of orchids and knew that she liked to bathe with orchids.
Liu Ci's face flushed with heat as she tensed up. She raised her hand to pinch Jiang Yun's thief's hand, and then she heard her gasp before retracting her strength and saying, "You deserve the pain. That Miss Du is famous in the Dali Temple for her superb swordsmanship and vicious methods. Why did you provoke her?"
Jiang Yun looked at the red mark on the back of his hand. He didn't dare to say that this sword fight hurt him. He said helplessly, "Unfair, how dare I provoke you? I was just curious about how good Du Ruo's swordsmanship was. Who would have thought that she would be so brutal."
"Ayun, you're not someone who would peek out of curiosity for no reason."
"Well, Ah Ci knows me best. Actually, she discovered that Du Ruo had contact with the Second Princess, so she was worried that she would stir up trouble in the Dali Temple."
Jiang Yun knew the second princess's thoughts and tactics.
So she was worried that Du Ruo would come to avenge the Second Princess for the Dali Temple's arrest of her.
Jiang Yun and Princess Zhang Hua worked together to establish evidence against the second princess in the capital murder case, so he felt uneasy.
Hearing this, Liu Ci raised his arms to embrace Jiang Yun, lowered his head to her forehead, and sighed uneasily, "Shall we leave the capital and hide from the limelight?"
The royal family will never be punished for committing crimes, and in the end, only others will die. The world is unfair, and it is not Jiang Yun alone who can make the atmosphere in the court and the country upright.
Jiang Yun listened to Liu Ci's quiet words and hesitated, "I don't like to hide, and there's nothing wrong with upholding justice with integrity."
"Okay, whatever you want." After saying that, Liu Ci released the hand that was around Jiang Yun and packed up the medicine bottle with a slightly cold expression.
"Aci?" Jiang Yun wanted to pull Liu Ci's skirt angrily.
But Liu Ci dodged faster, and as he stood up, the bench lost its balance. Jiang Yun immediately fumbled to maintain his balance and almost fell to the ground, so he had to keep his hands and feet still.
Alas, Liu Ci’s temper is getting worse every year. She was just quiet before and not so difficult to coax.
Unconsciously, the sky outside the window gradually darkened and night fell. When Yin Xing returned to the villa, Xuan Yizhen was alone, holding the lamp with his hand to illuminate the room. His tall and graceful figure made him look even more slender.
"Yizhen, what did you do today?" Yin Xing walked over and called with a smile?
"Nothing, just dealing with some trivial matters." Xuan Yizheng paused as he held the lamp, his gaze moving from the flickering candlelight to Yin Xing's slightly flushed cheek, which was a little blurry.
Yin Xing looked at the many more glass lamps in the inner room and muttered, "No wonder the room feels so bright today."
Xuan Yizhen put down the lamp, raised her hand and touched Yin Xing's face, staring at him calmly, and then gradually softened, and said softly: "It will be easier for me to see you clearly this way."
"Hehe, you can see me clearly this way." Yin Xing felt a little embarrassed when she heard that, but she knew that Xuan Yizhen would not lie, so she boldly moved closer and kissed her lips, which felt a little cold.
Xuan Yizhen pursed his lips and looked at Yin Xing, whose eyes were shining. He held her face in his palms and looked at her carefully. "Well, the wind outside made your face a little red. Is it cold?"
Yin Xing was a little surprised that Xuan Yi was really serious. In the past, she would definitely kiss him back. She said, "Well, it's okay during the day, but it's a bit cold at night."
As they were talking, Yin Xing followed Xuan Yizheng and sat down beside the couch. There were already some bowls and plates on the table. He felt a little hungry.
"I heard that there was a fight in Dali Temple today. Did you know about it?" Xuan Yizheng took Yin Xing to wash her hands. He dropped his fingertips into the warm water and gently stroked her hands.
"I also heard a bang, but I didn't go out to see what was happening. How did Yizhen know?" Yin Xing thought it was a prisoner from the Dali Temple escaping, so he didn't dare to join in the fun.
Xuan Yizhen held Yin Xing's hand and left the basin. He wiped the water droplets with an embroidered handkerchief and replied slowly, "Of course, it's because you are in the Dali Temple that I pay attention to the movement."
Yin Xing listened to Xuan Yizhen's gentle and quiet words of concern, and his heart was suddenly struck by a sudden blow. He leaned over and kissed her face, saying with a warm face, "Yizhen, I love you too."
Sometimes, Yin Xing always felt that he didn't love Xuan Yizhen enough, because Xuan Yizhen's love for him was like an endless ocean.
"Yes, I know." Xuan Yizheng paused and looked at Yin Xing calmly. His heartbeat stopped for a moment, and he felt a little painful, but also extremely excited.
It was as if the heart that had become cold and lonely when Yin Xing left in the morning was revived. Love is really wonderful.
To the extent that Xuan Yi really didn't know how to respond to Yin Xing's love. In the past, he could respond to everything by imitating and exploring her expression.
But Xuan Yi really didn't want to deal with the love Yin Xing gave him in that way, so he could only learn to respond to her with the love she gave him.
"Let's have a meal together. I'm so hungry." Yin Xing felt that Xuan Yizheng's reaction was a little dull, and felt embarrassed for a moment, so he pulled her to sit down.
Xuan Yizheng seems a little dazed lately, making people want to kiss her.
The candlelight flickered, and Yin Xing served Xuan Yizhen dishes and soup from time to time, and told her the interesting story of the sprouting peach branches. The two of them were reflected in the window while eating, and it seemed as quiet and casual as a homely routine.
Outside the window, the dark clouds dissipated and the stars gradually appeared, indicating that the weather will warm up and clear up.
In just a few days, the warm spring breeze and the bright sun were shining in the sky, and there were signs of clearing up.
While sorting through the case files, Yin Xing was thinking about waiting for his day off to go with Xuan Yizheng to visit the Taoyuan Garden they had talked about last year.
He had no idea that the officials of the Dali Temple knew about the fight that day and there were many speculations and criticisms.
Many of the colleagues in the general treasury hall lingered, some even asked tactfully, "Master Xiao Yin, do you know anything about Constable Jiang and Constable Du?"
"What's the matter with them?" Yin Xing asked in confusion.
"Nothing." Seeing Yin Xing's reaction, his colleagues thought that he didn't want to mention it, so they didn't ask any more questions.
After all, rumors are spreading everywhere in the Dali Temple that the two female detectives were fighting over Yin Xing. Unless they don't want to mention it, there is no reason why they wouldn't know about it.
Yin Xing looked at his colleagues with gray hair in confusion, with a strange look in his eyes.
At this moment, Du Ruo was led by an attendant official into the attic in the lobby, which overlooked the entire Dali Temple.
"Master Jiang, what's the matter?"
"Miss Du, private fighting is strictly prohibited in the Dali Temple. You are going a little too far."
Jiang Zhengming, the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple, sat at the desk with a calm yet threatening expression.
Du Ruo met Jiang Zhengming's sullen gaze and replied fearlessly, "This must be a misunderstanding. How could I fight with your daughter privately?"
Jiang Zhengming raised his hand and picked up a case file to read through it. He replied slowly, "This is not a reminder but an order. If you dare to fight privately again, no matter which prince or princess protects you, you will be expelled from the Dali Temple."
Hearing this, Du Ruo's expression turned slightly cold. He looked at the important official trusted by the emperor and did not doubt his words.
The entire Dali Temple is firmly controlled by the Dali Temple Minister, and his methods and intentions are beyond doubt.
"Okay, as long as your daughter doesn't interfere, I won't bother with her. Otherwise, Lord Jiang should prepare the coffin as soon as possible." Du Ruo responded rudely and stepped forward to leave the attic.
"I would also like to say this to Miss Du. That Shaoqing Yin is the consort of Princess Zhanghua, not one of Wuzhou's favorites." Jiang Zhengming said with a serious expression.
The relationship between the royal family and Princess Zhanghua is like trying to get the skin of a tiger, but it is still unknown who is the tiger and who is the skin.
Du Ruo paused and turned her head to look inside the attic where the morning light was shining. Only then did she realize that the person who came to talk today was not Jiang Zhengming, but the legendary Princess Zhang Hua who lived a secluded life. It was really interesting.
It would be very pleasing if we could defeat Princess Zhang Hua, who is feared by all the princesses and princes.
The spring sunshine was bright and warm. Xuan Yizhen was flipping through a folded book in the pavilion of the other courtyard. The words "Wu Zhou" could be vaguely seen in it. Her calm and beautiful eyes were like an icy lake bathed in sunlight, clear and bright, yet full of dangers that should not be easily entered.
In the afternoon, the light was the warmest. Yin Xing was happily moving a chair to bask in the sun, but she ran into Jiang Yun, who had a scarf wrapped around her neck. Seeing her dejected look, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Yun waved his hand, unwilling to say more: "It's okay, has that Du Ruo come to you recently?"
"No." Yin Xing shook his head, put down the chair and went to pour tea for Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun sat down on the chair unceremoniously, fiddling with the purple orchid sword tassel with his fingertips. He looked at Yin Xing, who was in a good mood, and asked hesitantly, "Do you and your princess wife usually quarrel or have conflicts?"
Yin Xing paused while holding the teacup, then tilted his head to look at Jiang Yunying: "No, did you have a fight with Miss Liu?"
As for quarreling, Yin Xing couldn't imagine having such a time with Xuan Yizheng.
After all, Xuan Yizheng is so gentle and considerate. He even speaks softly to me on weekdays. You can tell at first glance that he is not the type to quarrel.
"I guess so. She forced me to come back and live in Dali Temple, and now I sleep on the table every day." Jiang Yun said worriedly while drinking tea.
"It's so serious. You have been together for seven or eight years. Is it possible that you will break up?" Yin Xing asked with concern.
Jiang Yun sighed, his eyes falling on Yin Xing's peach branch, and said in a depressed tone: "It's hard to say. After all, she and I are not married. Breaking up is just a matter of words."
Seeing this, Yin Xing felt somewhat relieved that she had cried to get Xuan Yizhen to agree to marry her. She consoled him, "I think Miss Liu is very easy to get along with. How about you go and apologize?"
If one day Xuan Yi was so unhappy that he kicked him out, Yin Xing would definitely apologize without hesitation.
"Who said I didn't apologize? I almost knelt down..." Jiang Yun stopped talking and changed his words to save face, "Forget it, it seems you don't have a good solution either."
"Sorry, how about I give you the peach branch with buds, maybe it will bring you good luck!" Yin Xing held the potted plant and handed it to Jiang Yun seriously.
Jiang Yun looked at the peach branch potted plant in silence, but he didn't refuse. Instead, he said, "Okay, I'll give it a try."
Yin Xing saw that Jiang Yun was much quieter than usual and didn't want to disturb him.
The two of them have been together for seven or eight years and yet they still have a quarrel. Miss Liu must be very angry and Jiang Yun must be very sad.
Counting the time, it is now the third year that Yin Xing has been living with Xuan Yizhen, and he suddenly feels a sense of crisis!
That night, Yin Xing returned to the villa and hugged Xuan Yizheng without saying a word.
Xuan Yizhen held the tinder in his hand, slightly avoiding Yin Xing. With his other hand, he held her and patted her back gently. His fingertips hooked a section of the crimson hairband, and he whispered, "What happened today?"
Yin Xing rested his head on Xuan Yizhen's shoulder, looked up at her gentle and beautiful appearance, and muttered: "Yizhen, although I don't understand any ancient allusions, I will love you more every day. Please don't leave me in the future, okay?"
"Okay, I will never leave you." Xuan Yizheng looked at Yin Xing with worried eyes, as if he saw another worried self. The fire starter in his hand moved against the wind, blazing and sad, and he made a promise with a trembling heart.
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