Chapter 81 (8,000 words) Xuan Yi is really creepy...
The candlelight flickered, becoming a hazy blood-red halo. Yin Xing tried to open his eyes, but still couldn't see clearly through the red silk ribbon. He could only vaguely sense Xuan Yizheng's figure, like a cold and steep cliff, with a strong presence.
But Xuan Yizhen's movements were so gentle and bewitching, as soft as a feather, but they made Yin Xing's heartstrings tense, his breathing disordered, and a mess.
In the quiet place, the occasional low humming sound fills my ears and drifts away quietly.
The night rain fell quietly, dripping more and more heavily, covering the roof tiles and window sills with the rustling sound of the rain, isolating them from everything in the world.
The dense flowers in the yard were drenched in rain, swaying in the wind, and their slender branches seemed to tremble in spasms.
The delicate cluster of flowers was exposed to the wind and rain, and crystal raindrops emerged from the curled up gorgeous stamens and fell to the wet ground, forming a dark color.
At dawn, the shadows of green vine branches were cast on the window lattice. The incense burner burned quietly, and wisps of light mist drifted away, creating a mottled and extraordinary tranquility.
The gauze curtains in the small room were hanging down, revealing the overlapping figures faintly. The slender jade-white bare feet were touching the pink toes, and the soft and smooth black hair cascaded down, tangled and intertwined, wrapping the two people like a spider web, inseparable.
When Yin Xing woke up from his daze, he saw a tall, fair, and graceful figure. When his sight slowly focused, he saw Xuan Yizheng, who was wrapped in a belt around her slender body, still couldn't hide her graceful charm.
"You will be confined in the fumigation room today to reflect on your mistakes. Do you understand?"
"Well, does Yizhen have something to go out for?"
Xuan Yizhen approached, her expression calm, her body bathed in golden sunlight. A hint of her graceful figure shone through her thin clothes, looming and revealing a subtle allure. Her white fingertips lightly touched Yin Xing's forehead, and she replied in a calm voice, "If I accompany you, how can it be considered confinement?"
After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng's eyes swept over Yin Xing's naked figure. The soft and warm touch of her body could still be felt by his fingertips, and he left the small room.
If they stayed any longer, Yin Xing would probably cry and ask for a stop, but Xuan Yizheng would not agree.
Yin Xing lay on the bed with a hot face. When he saw Xuan Yizheng leave his sight, the corners of his mouth rose and his eyes were full of sparkling joy.
Fortunately, Xuan Yizheng only punished me by putting me in solitary confinement, and did not give me a divorce letter!
Not long after, Yin Xing came out of the gauze tent wrapped in a thin blanket, ready to wash up. His eyes fell on the pen placed beside him, and he suddenly understood the punishment from last night. He blushed and looked away, unable to bear it, and hurried to the bathroom in his wooden clogs.
The light in the room became more and more dazzling, the sky was clear and cloudless. Soon Yin Xing took a bath and washed up, then sat alone on the low couch, drinking medicinal soup and eating meat porridge.
Originally, Yin Xing thought that his body was not affected much by the illness, but it was not until he had his meal that he found that his appetite had decreased significantly.
In the past, Yin Xing would have a basket of meat buns, a bowl of meat porridge, and two eggs for breakfast.
But now Yin Xing could only barely finish a bowl of meat porridge, as if he didn't know what hunger was.
"This poison is really terrible." Yin Xing muttered as he looked at the scabby wound on his arm with lingering fear.
It is impossible for a person's body to not need food to replenish energy, so the internal organs or the brain must be damaged to make it impossible to feel hunger.
Yin Xing thought about how he couldn't smell anything at first, and suspected that there was something wrong with his sense of smell. He leaned closer to the incense burner and took a deep breath.
"Ugh, cough cough!" Yin Xing was choked to tears instantly, his whole face twisted into a frown. The smell was no less than the stimulating medicine Jiang Yun had given him.
Speaking of which, the antidote to Jiang Yun’s poison was also developed by Liu Ci. It’s really powerful.
Yin Xing felt that if Du Ruo had not died, he would definitely not give up, and the capital would definitely suffer the horrific scene of that night again.
If Liu Ci could develop more medicines, perhaps many lives could be saved.
Light streamed outside the window, soldiers were patrolling the streets of the capital closely, and Liu Ci was treating a patient in the small pharmacy on the corner.
He Yun was picking herbs on the side. Seeing that Liu Ci seemed to have calmed down, she breathed a sigh of relief.
After sending the patient away, He Yun stepped forward to serve tea and said, "Senior Sister, that old woman just now was already dying, why did you give her some licorice medicine?"
Liu Ci arranged the items on the desk and spoke calmly, "As long as one's heart is not dead, there is always a glimmer of hope. Moreover, dying in anticipation is better than dying in panic and despair."
"That's true. As long as you have the will, everything has a chance." He Yun said meaningfully, encouraging herself.
Liu Ci raised his hand to pick up the teacup. When he was about to drink, he lowered his eyes to look at the tea leaves, and said with a slightly startled expression, "Don't make this kind of tea in the future."
He Yun asked in confusion: "Senior Sister, this tea is a rare treasure, don't you like it?"
After he finished speaking, Liu Ci did not respond immediately. Instead, he slowly put down the teacup and looked in a trance at the little girl waving a wooden sword in the sunlight at the door. He looked away and said, "Well, it's time to prepare lunch. I'll go and do it. You can keep an eye on it."
After saying that, Liu Ci went into the backyard alone. He Yun looked at the tea in her hand and then reacted with regret.
Only a noble lady like Jiang Yun would be willing to waste money on such precious tea.
At dusk, there were few people on the streets of Guodu. He Yun and Liu Ci left the pharmacy together, wanting to say something but stopping themselves. In the end, they didn't decide to bring up the matter of tea.
This medicine shop was rented by Liu Ci. The backyard was not big and could only be used to dry herbs and serve as a simple kitchen. There was no living space.
Along the way, Liu Ci was very quiet holding the little girl's hand. He Yun followed beside him. Suddenly, she heard some movement on the roof. She turned her head to look around, but there was no one there. She couldn't help but frown.
He Yun walked closer to Liu Ci and whispered, "Senior Sister, some people have been following us secretly today."
Liu Ci paused, then continued walking as if nothing had happened, holding the little girl's hand tightly, and said, "These people are following us but they haven't made any move, so just pretend they don't exist and don't pay any attention to them."
Seeing this, He Yun nodded, and soon returned to her residence with Liu Ci.
The sky was gray, and He Yun looked up at the eaves. It was almost impossible to tell the direction. It must be a master.
When night fell and the sky was dotted with stars, Liu Ci took care of the little girl's meals and washing, and cleaned up the dishes and washed the clothes by herself.
He Yun, holding a lantern, accompanied Liu Ci by the well in the backyard, drawing water to wash clothes, and whispered, "Senior Sister, I feel more like surveillance. These people are very skilled in martial arts."
Liu Ci continued washing clothes as she responded, "There are many powerful forces in the capital. As long as we ordinary people don't cause trouble, it won't be a big deal."
"But there's no guarantee that Jiang Yun might have provoked enemies outside. I think it's better to leave..."
"I don't want to hear her name. Besides, if these people wanted to kill someone, they would have done it long ago, so don't think too much and get some rest."
He Yun looked at Liu Ci's depressed and unhappy expression in surprise, and had to stop talking.
After a while, water droplets dripped from the clothes drying in the backyard. He Yun watched Liu Ci enter the house to accompany the little girl, and suddenly felt that she had actually known that these people came because of Jiang Yun.
Or perhaps, Liu Ci hoped to calm these people down for Jiang Yun, attract their attention, and provide her with a chance to escape.
Because if Liu Ci had been in the house all the time, the other party might have thought that Jiang Yun would show up sooner or later.
He Yun lowered her eyes, clenched her palms into fists, and looked down at the water in the basin, where the bright moon was reflected. She waved her palm and hit the water, splashing ripples. The moon was incomplete and broken.
The sound of water gurgled as Yin Xing took a medicinal bath alone in the small bathroom of the courtyard. The water scooped from his palms made a splashing sound. His head lowered in the tub, water dripped from his fair face, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he suddenly found that confinement and reflection were very difficult to endure.
Because Xuan Yizheng didn't show up the whole day, she really did what she said about punishment and never lied.
By the time Yin Xing changed his clothes and sat by the window in his wooden clogs, the fumigation room was empty and deserted. He was looking around boredly to pass the time, and his eyes fell on the peculiarly shaped window frame.
Ordinary window lattices, or horizontal and vertical window panes, or patterns and carvings, but what we see before us is a mesh structure.
Just as Yin Xing was looking at him in wonder, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He turned his head and saw Xuan Yizhen. He blinked at the man who hadn't appeared all day. He hurriedly stepped forward in his wooden clogs and called out, "Yizhen, are you busy today?"
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing's rosy face, caressing it with his fingertips. He didn't respond, letting her follow him like a puppy. He slowly walked forward and sat down, saying calmly, "Well, have you drunk the medicine soup?"
"Well, he finished his small bowl of rice. He's almost done!" Yin Xing tried to get Xuan Yizheng to lift the house arrest ban.
"No rush, you could eat two bowls of rice before." Xuan Yizheng drank tea, as if he couldn't see Yin Xing's thoughts. His eyes fell on her wet temples. No wonder her eyes looked particularly dark and bright, probably because she had just taken a bath, like obsidian soaked in water.
Hearing this, Yin Xing fell silent, and suddenly felt that he had eaten too much in the past.
Yin Xing had no choice but to sit next to Xuan Yizhen, raised his hand to massage her shoulders, and changed the subject: "Yizhen, have you had dinner yet?"
Xuan Yizhen half leaned against Yin Xing, and did not reject her courtesy. He responded softly, "Well, today I met someone I haven't seen for a long time."
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing smelled a faint scent of alcohol on Xuan Yizhen and asked curiously, "Who is it?"
On weekdays, Xuan Yizheng rarely goes out to see people except during holidays, and there are even fewer guests visiting the villa, which is very strange.
"You don't know him."
“…”
Yin Xing found that Xuan Yi was a little bit mean, she was actually playing around in circles with him.
In the silence, Xuan Yizhen tilted his head slightly to look over. His dark eyes, illuminated by the candlelight, shone in several different ways, like a god, yet also like a ghost. His divinity was filled with indifference, while his allure was accompanied by a coldness. He raised his thin lips and smiled faintly, "Why don't you continue asking?"
"Ask, what?" Yin Xing was so dazed that he didn't respond.
"For example, whether it's peach blossom wine or something like that." Xuan Yizheng fiddled with the ring on his finger and said slowly.
Instantly, Yin Xing opened his eyes wide and looked at the gentle and graceful Xuan Yizhen, and said with some concern: "Yizhen actually invited other people to drink peach blossom wine?"
Xuan Yizhen's dark eyebrows relaxed, a faint smile appeared in her eyes, and she responded very frankly: "Well, you can't drink anyway, it's boring for me to drink alone."
After she finished speaking, Yin Xing suddenly didn't want to massage Xuan Yizheng's shoulders anymore. She was put in solitary confinement, but she was drinking peach blossom wine with others. The more she thought about it, the more sour she felt.
"That person lives in a separate courtyard. If you want to meet him, we can arrange it another day." Xuan Yizheng propped himself up slightly, leaned over and kissed Yin Xing's pouting lips, feeling happy.
After that, Xuan Yizhen went to the bathroom to take a shower. Yin Xing followed beside her, sizing her up uneasily and asking tentatively, "Is that person a man or a woman?"
There was a bathtub in the small room, which was completely different from the cold pool. It was very warm, like the hot springs in the western suburbs.
Xuan Yizhen didn't stop Yin Xing from following him. He stepped inside. Hot springs surged in the pool, swirling around in a misty haze. He fiddled with the water droplets in his palm, then slowly met Yin Xing's clear and bright eyes and said slowly, "Guess?"
Yin Xing wanted to respond, but saw Xuan Yizhen busy untying her elegant and graceful dress. His mind was not very clear until the clothes fell and he caught a glimpse of her slender, fair figure. He looked away and lowered his head, his face flushed as he replied, "It should be a girl."
If it were a man, Yin Xing would turn into a lemon!
As he finished speaking, the sound of water rustling could be heard, and Xuan Yizheng's clear voice became distant, as if it had already entered the pool.
"Yes, she is a zither player, also known as the best zither player in the world. She taught me the art of zither a long time ago."
"Oh, so it's an old man."
Yin Xing looked back at Xuan Yizhen in the hot mist. She was now bathing naked in the pool, with a delicate head and eyebrows, a slender neck, a calm expression, and as holy and beautiful as the bright moon and clear wind.
But Xuan Yizhen's every frown and smile revealed a charming and seductive look. Her beautiful eyes blinked lightly, and her calmness revealed a hint of prettiness. She said slowly: "The zither master is only thirty years old, and you call her an old lady. Then won't I be a yellow-faced woman from now on?"
Yin Xing was so distracted that he almost lost his sight. His face flushed with embarrassment as he explained, "Don't get me wrong, I definitely didn't mean that."
Judging from Empress Wanqi's appearance and demeanor, Xuan Yizhen will never look like a shrew in the future.
However, when Yin Xing heard Xuan Yizhen mention learning the art of playing the zither, he subconsciously thought that he was an old senior. He didn't expect that he was the best zither player in the world at such a young age.
"Really? Have you ever thought about how ugly I'll look when I'm old and ugly?"
"No, even if Yizhen has white hair and wrinkles all over his face, he will still be an old man with a graceful and elegant demeanor."
Xuan Yizhen chuckled, flicked the water droplets with his fingertips, flicked them against Yin Xing's cheek, and said, "That's nice to say, but there will always be a shortage of young and beautiful women in the world. It's better for you to stay in solitary confinement more often, so that you can have fewer distractions."
Yin Xing was caught off guard and wiped the water droplets off his face. He looked at the playful Xuan Yizhen with innocent eyes and whispered, "How could I be so fickle? I certainly wouldn't go out drinking with others and forget to come back for dinner."
The more Yin Xing talked, the more she felt that Xuan Yizhen had changed her heart. She used to wait for her to have dinner together.
Now Xuan Yizheng has not been seen all day.
"What did you say?" Xuan Yizheng didn't hear Yin Xing's whispering words. He stretched out his arms and slowly swam into the pool wall.
"Nothing." Yin Xing lowered his eyes and looked at Xuan Yizheng in the water. She was like a graceful snow lotus, elegant and graceful, with a dazzling beauty.
She is so beautiful that it makes people feel nauseous. Yin Xing sighed helplessly in his heart.
Not long after, Xuan Yizheng came out of the pool after bathing. Yin Xing sat with her on the low couch, holding a long towel in his hand to wipe the water stains on the ends of her hair.
Xuan Yizhen sipped his tea and spoke calmly, "The Third Princess has sent an invitation to a banquet. Do you want to go and see the fun?"
Yin Xing shook his head and was about to refuse, but then he changed his mind and asked hesitantly, "Yizhen, do you want to go?"
Because rumors about him and the Third Princess were flying everywhere, Xuan Yizheng didn't like to mention the Third Princess very much. He believed that there must be something wrong when things were abnormal.
"Of course I don't want to go, but I just want to see what you are willing to do. After all, the Third Princess has a close relationship with you." Xuan Yizheng put down the teacup and casually placed the banquet invitation aside. He knew that the Third Princess was ambitious and was even more eager to act at this moment.
"I have no relationship with the Third Princess at all. My relationship with the zither player is not as deep as Yizhen's." Yin Xing retorted weakly.
Xuan Yizhen raised his hand and gently pinched Yin Xing's soft cheek, and asked with interest: "Are you jealous of the zither master?"
Yin Xing was startled, his eyes dodging, but he couldn't move because his face was pinched, so he responded vaguely: "No."
Wouldn't it be more shameful to admit jealousy?
"Okay, then tomorrow the Empress and the musician will leave the villa, and you will continue to stay in the mansion and reflect on your mistakes." After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng released his fingertips, his expression calm, and he didn't show any thoughts.
"What are you going to do outside the villa?" Yin Xing asked anxiously, unable to pretend any longer.
Xuan Yizhen flipped through the book unmoved, not looking at Yin Xing. He said calmly, "It's a nice season now. It'll get colder soon, and it'll be even harder to go out and enjoy the scenery."
Yin Xing felt a strong sense of danger after hearing this. He placed his fingertips on Xuan Yizhen's wide sleeves and gently pulled them, calling out flatteringly, "Yizhen, take me out with you?"
"You need to be confined to your room to recuperate. Have you forgotten?"
"Actually, my illness is no longer serious."
Xuan Yizhen shifted his gaze slightly to look at Yin Xing, whose eyes were full of expectation. He raised his hand to withdraw his wide sleeves and said gently and considerately, "Let's talk about it after you can finish two bowls of rice."
Seeing this, Yin Xing responded without hesitation: "Okay!"
But Yin Xing didn't expect that just two bowls of rice would be like two mountains.
The next day, Yin Xing tried to eat rice but couldn't swallow it. It felt like it was bulging up his neck and he couldn't eat another bite.
The female official Chunli looked at Prince Consort Yin eating with red eyes and was very confused.
However, it was actually because Yin Xing was too full and wanted to vomit that his eyes were watery.
But even so, Yin Xing couldn't finish just two bowls of rice, and wanted to cry even more.
As the sun sets outside the window, street vendors in Guodu go home one after another. A little girl playing in front of a pharmacy sees a colorful ball and wants to pick it up, but she sees the ball rolling and disappearing into an alley on the side.
"This is a Cuju ball, a gift for you." Jiang Yun taught the little girl how to play Cuju, bending over to demonstrate.
"Thank you, Sister Jiang." The little girl called in a childish voice.
Jiang Yun raised his hand and touched her head. Worried about being watched, he didn't dare to linger any longer. He asked with concern, "How have you and Sister Liu been doing lately?"
The little girl kicked the ball and replied slowly, still not very good at responding: "It's very busy. There are many patients in the pharmacy."
"Did Sister Liu mention me?"
"No."
Jiang Yun was silent, thinking that it seemed that Liu Ci was really angry and didn't want to see him.
At this time, there were footsteps approaching outside, obviously moving towards the alley. Jiang Yun immediately turned over and left, hiding his breath.
Soon He Yun appeared, raised her hand, took the little girl's hand, and left the alley.
At dusk, when the medicine shop closed, Liu Ci and He Yun walked through the long street together. The little girl followed them, kicking a ball, quiet and well-behaved. He Yun sighed, "She didn't talk to me the whole time. I almost thought she was lost. I didn't expect she had picked up a ball and was playing alone in the alley."
Liu Ci looked at the little girl kicking the ball, paused for a moment, then looked away and said, "She's quite shy. If you spend more time with her, maybe she'll get better."
After he finished speaking, Liu Ci stopped looking at the ball and stopped talking, because he knew that this was not something the little girl had picked up.
In the distant sky, the scarlet afterglow of the sunset faded away little by little, and the figures of Liu Ci and others disappeared. Jiang Yun, who was in the alley, watched Liu Ci's figure getting farther and farther away from afar. He felt complicated in his heart, his eyes were slightly shining, and he let out a long, depressed breath.
This kind of life is indeed more suitable for Liu Ci, who lives a stable life. At least she no longer has to worry about herself and cry in pain.
However, when Jiang Yun thought of the people who were monitoring Liu Ci, he suspected that they were targeting him, so he didn't dare to show up easily. He had to go elsewhere to seek answers.
When the night fell, most of the lights in the capital's streets were out, but the light inside Peifeng Tower was particularly bright.
The eldest prince and the third princess walked to the top floor of the building and exclaimed, "Thanks to the royal sister for helping us, otherwise we would have been stretched to the limit with the money for this recruitment."
The Third Princess, dazzled in her jeweled attire, proudly replied, "Our father is gravely ill, and my brother must hurry. Otherwise, my Second Princess might resort to some ruthless scheme that will destroy both of us."
"It's a pity that Han Fei won't easily take sides. Just having court officials is not enough. I can only make progress slowly. After all, secretly contacting the commander-in-chief and other generals is very risky."
"If you can't win over Han Fei, then get rid of him as soon as possible. Otherwise, he has a large number of troops under his command. Do you think you can suppress him like father did?"
When the eldest prince heard the voice, his expression became solemn. Thinking of Han Fei's strong behavior some time ago, he couldn't help but feel awe.
The silence makes the building more lively. In the smoke, there are noble young men who are in ecstasy and excited. They are neither human nor ghost, but zombies.
Outside the building, the vast night sky is dotted with twinkling stars. In the pavilion deep in the courtyard, the sound of piano is melodious and the atmosphere is peaceful and leisurely.
Xuan Yizheng drank peach blossom wine, which didn't feel like drinking alcohol, but more like tasting tea. There was no trace of drunkenness in her clear and beautiful eyes.
"Your Highness, you have been in a very elegant mood lately." The pianist paused while playing the zither and spoke slowly.
"It's not that I have any noble feelings, I just find it interesting." Xuan Yizheng looked through the outside of the pavilion and looked at a sneaky figure somewhere. His thin lips raised slightly, and his cold jade face showed seductive tenderness.
Seeing this, the zither player lost his focus for a moment, but without looking away, his fingertips rested on the strings, plucking them. The sound was as clear and pleasant as the clashing of pearls and jade, masking the beating of his heart. He spoke softly, "Your Highness the Princess seems to have changed a lot compared to the past."
Xuan Yizhen regained his composure and looked towards the zither player, saying, "Why do you say that?"
"It's nothing, just a feeling, as if Her Royal Highness the Princess has become more gentle and emotional." The zither player remembered when he first met Princess Zhang Hua, she was so expressionless, as if nothing could stir up any waves for her.
Beautiful, but without any vitality, like an exquisite jade statue, or like a cold glacier, unshakable by any changes.
Hearing the voice, Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the wine in the cup. He could faintly smell the fragrance of peach blossoms, and said with a slight smile on his thin lips: "This shows that I have made progress."
The zither player was slightly startled, then thought that perhaps it was just his own illusion. Princess Zhang Hua was better at disguising herself than before, and was even more mysterious.
He is obviously proficient in playing the zither but does not understand the sound of the zither. In terms of skill and technique, Princess Zhanghua has already surpassed him.
Just when the zither player was feeling regretful, he saw Princess Zhang Hua put down her wine cup, slightly stretched out her arm, and waved towards a place.
A figure hidden in the darkness was revealed. The zither player certainly knew it, but he didn't know why Princess Zhanghua pretended not to know.
Yin Xing, who was caught at the moment, had an irregular redness on one side of his fair cheek. He didn't expect that mosquitoes were so poisonous.
After hearing the female official mention that Xuan Yizhen was practicing the zither and tasting wine with the zither player tonight, Yin Xing wanted to come out and see what was going on.
Unexpectedly, the journey went smoothly without any obstacles at all.
When Yin Xing entered the pavilion, his eyes first turned to Xuan Yizheng who was sitting in the main seat, and then fell on the zither player. He had an ordinary appearance, but was elegant and easy-going, and seemed like someone who was easy to get along with.
"Your Highness wants to listen to the zither, why hide it? Sit down."
"Um."
Yin Xing sat on the cushion laid by the maid next to Xuan Yizhen. Seeing the musician playing the piano, quiet and melodious, he was immersed in it for a moment.
Seeing Xuan Yizheng drinking, Yin Xing came back to his senses and looked at the wine, fruits and vegetables on the table. His gaze stopped at the peach blossom wine. He thought to himself that she was really generous. He had only drunk it once.
Although it was because he had a poor alcohol tolerance, Yin Xing still felt a little bothered by Xuan Yizheng drinking with others.
Before he knew it, the music stopped. Xuan Yizhen praised, "The sound of the zither is quiet and peaceful, like a stream flowing gently in an empty valley. What do you think, Prince Consort?"
Yin Xing came back to his senses and nodded, responding dryly, "It sounds good."
As for the rest, Yin Xing didn't hear much, only felt a sour feeling.
On ordinary days, Xuan Yizheng rarely praises people or things seriously, excluding those coaxing words like "being obedient" on the bed.
"Your Highness, I am so sorry for the compliment. I feel unworthy of it." The zither player smiled slightly, his palm resting on the strings, but his eyes were looking at the prince consort next to Princess Zhanghua. He had regular features and was handsome, but they were not a good match.
Or perhaps the zither player felt that no man in the world was worthy of Princess Zhanghua, who was as bright as the moon in the sky.
"You have been traveling abroad for several years, and your piano skills have not declined. This is humility." Xuan Yizheng put his other hand on the table and placed it on the back of Yin Xing's hand. He tilted his head to look at her expression that was not able to hide her emotions, and found it interesting.
It had been more than three years since they first met and got married, and Xuan Yizheng had never seen Yin Xing look so amused.
After all, Yin Xing has always been simple-minded. She usually doesn't think deeply, and doesn't care about gains and losses. Her cute and naive nature makes people love and hate her.
Jiang Yun almost caused Yin Xing to lose her life this time. Most people would be furious and break up with her, but she didn't care at all. Xuan Yizheng was quite unhappy because he had been arguing with her until now.
Yin Xing noticed that Xuan Yizheng was holding her hand falsely, and turned his head to look at her, but she was looking at the zither player and praising him, a painting of a mountain meeting a flowing water, and finding a soulmate in the world.
Although this is not a romantic relationship, from a spiritual perspective, Yin Xing feels even more sour.
Thinking of this, Yin Xing silently withdrew his hand from Xuan Yizheng's grip and turned to peel the orange. If he didn't eat something sweet, it would become sour to death.
Xuan Yizhen noticed Yin Xing's movements. From the corner of his eye, he saw her stuffing large chunks of orange flesh into her mouth. She looked very angry, but she smiled slightly with her thin lips and said in a calm voice, "I am a little tired. Please leave, zither master."
"Yes." The zither player raised his hand and put away the zither. When he looked up again, Princess Zhanghua was looking at her husband seriously. Her profile was like cold jade, but with an inexplicable desire. She left with the maid in a trance, still thinking it was an illusion.
How could someone like Princess Zhang Hua know what love is?
The night was hazy, and the pavilion was filled with silence. Xuan Yizhen looked at the red mark on Yin Xing's angry cheek, raised his hand to touch it, and chuckled, "It's swollen here like you were slapped. Doesn't it hurt?"
If Xuan Yizheng hadn't seen Yin Xing slapping her face after being bitten by a mosquito, he actually wouldn't have planned to let her out so early.
"It's not a resemblance, it's just a slap, because it didn't hit the mosquito." Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng with resentment and explained.
"No wonder, the palm print is so clear. If the zither master saw it, he would probably misunderstand that I was torturing you fiercely in private." Xuan Yizheng responded gently with a smile.
Yin Xing felt even more depressed when he heard this. Xuan Yizhen didn't even feel sorry for him. Instead, he was worried that the zither master would misunderstand him. He said softly, "Then I won't appear in front of the zither master anymore."
Now Yin Xing clearly feels that his position is no longer secure, so he simply gives up on himself.
Xuan Yizhen touched her face as if he didn't know anything and asked, "Why?"
"Since Yizhen really likes being with the zither master, my appearance like this would be such an eyesore."
"You look more conspicuous than annoying. The side of your face is badly swollen."
Yin Xing listened to Xuan Yizhen's gentle and hurtful words, and was tongue-tied and had no words to refute. He could only respond: "There's nothing I can do. I can't hurt the other side too, right?"
It’s a conspicuous bag. It seems that I’m doomed to be one.
"Okay, how about I fight for you?"
“…”
After hearing this, Yin Xing was silent in disbelief. Is Xuan Yizhen serious?!
Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's wide eyes, and finally couldn't help but let out a light laugh. He held her face in his palms and kissed her lips, tasting the sweetness of the orange flesh. He retreated and said, "Silly, the role of a zither player is to play the zither to please others. You are not comparable."
Indeed, Xuan Yizheng also disliked Yin Xing's close contact with others, and Jiang Yun was one of them.
But Xuan Yizheng knew that she was Yin Xing's wife, which was the closest relationship she had ever had in the world.
No one can threaten to destroy this relationship, not even Yin Xing herself.
Although Xuan Yizheng never thought that being a wife was anything special before, after all, it was just an identity, and the kind that could be abandoned at any time.
But now, because of Yin Xing’s specialness, the identity of his wife has become particularly precious.
Yin Xing came back to his senses in a daze. Looking at Xuan Yizhen who was so close to him, his heart was beating like thunder and his blood was boiling. He asked softly, "But Yizhen has never praised me."
"Who said there weren't any? Have you forgotten the ones in the bed curtains?"
"How can that be the same?"
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing calmly, puzzled, "The zither player pleases people with his music, and you and I enjoy ourselves with our bodies. What's the difference?"
Yin Xing was speechless after the words fell. He met Xuan Yizhen's probing gaze, which he saw only an unfathomable depth, like an abyss. He hesitated and said, "If I can't please Yizhen, will I be abandoned?"
It would probably be difficult to explain clearly to Xuan Yizheng. After all, she was different from ordinary people, but she was too good at concealing and disguising herself, so Yin Xing always forgot that she was a patient who was often in an ill state.
"You don't know how attractive you are. You exude a sweet fragrance all the time. Visible and invisible, touchable and untouchable, there are so many of you." Xuan Yizheng looked at Yin Xing greedily, his throat slightly tight and his voice low and hoarse.
"Are you talking about me?!" Yin Xing murmured, his face flushed with anger at Xuan Yi's sincere words.
Xuan Yizhen's beautiful eyes were clear but surging. She swallowed with restraint, and caressed Yin Xing's cheek with her fingertips. She replied nonchalantly, "Of course it's you. I don't have another consort as stupid as you."
Yin Xing suddenly returned to reality and looked at Xuan Yizhen innocently, but was met with her focused eyes, affectionate and obsessed. His heart skipped a beat and he muttered to change the subject: "My face is a little itchy. It seems that the mosquitoes are too poisonous. I need to apply some medicine."
In fact, Yin Xing did not doubt Xuan Yizheng's love for her. If she wanted to like someone else, there would be no need to spend time coaxing her.
After all, with Xuan Yizhen's identity, changing the prince consort only takes a word, so Jiang Yun always reminds himself not to get too involved.
"Then how could you endure it for so long?"
"Yizhen, do you know this?"
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing understood what was going on belatedly without Xuan Yizheng's reply.
The female official's notification tonight and the smooth journey were probably all done intentionally by Xuan Yizheng.
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing, who seemed to have suddenly realized something. He touched her face with his fingertips and said solemnly, "This is your punishment for taking risks with Jiang Yun. If you do it again, it will be more than just a small punishment."
Yin Xing felt a little scared and silently closed his mouth when he wanted to ask the reason. Suddenly he remembered that he had no obstacles when he first entered the villa that night. Suddenly he felt that he didn't understand Xuan Yizheng at all.
No wonder Xuan Yizheng was not surprised at all when she discovered him. She might have known of his existence that night!
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