Marrying The Villain

The glaring flames were wrapped in a heat wave, hitting Yu Lingxi's sweaty face a magnificent red.

Ning Yin looked at her as if she was in purgatory, covered in blood.

There was no time to exchange greetings, the roof was on fire, and Yu Lingxi watched helplessly as the beams of the house were pressed down, making an overwhelmed clicking sound.

"Be careful!"

Yu Lingxi subconsciously grabbed Ning Yin's wrist and pulled it. Almost at the same time, the thick bluestone slabs closed, and the burnt beams fell down with crackling sparks.

The two rolled down the stone steps, and there was no pain as imagined when they landed. Yu Lingxi was tightly protected by Ning Yin.

Yu Lingxi quickly stood up and said in a trembling voice, "Are you all right, Ning Yin?"

Ning Yin hugged her so tightly that she almost embedded her whole body in her body, building a barrier for her with blood and bones.

He laughed.

The bells of the two also vibrated with the rise and fall of the chest cavity, like two hearts that were tightly attached to each other and vibrated.

"fine…"

Ning Yin's voice was hoarse after the smoke, and whispered in his ears, "...I found you."

"Yes, you found me."

Yu Lingxi touched his cheek and responded softly, "It's over, Ning Yin."

His face was very hot. The secret cellar was too close to the fire, and the ice in the corners turned into puddles. It was hot and stuffy.

"It's too dangerous here, I'll take you to the ice storage room inside."

Saying that, Yu Lingxi got up, dragged Ning Yin to the inner ice room, and found a clean and cool place for him to sit down.

The bone-chilling room of ice and snow has well resisted the heat and stinging pain caused by the fire.

Ning Yin's eyes were dark, and her pale cheeks almost melted into the ice.

The light blue cold light in the room enveloped Yu Lingxi's slender body, reminding him of that terrible nightmare, and he felt a pain in his chest.

For the rest of her life after the catastrophe, Yu Lingxi didn't notice that he was too quiet at the moment.

She put her hand on the mountain of ice cubes to stick it, and then put her cold palm on Ning Yin's hot cheek to cool him down.

"Scared me."

She had lingering fears, "When I heard the bell ringing, my first reaction was not happiness, but fear."

With such a big fire, she couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the tacit understanding between the two was delayed a step further.

Ning Yin raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch her temples.

However, when he saw the blood on his hands and sleeves, he lowered his hands as if nothing had happened, and smiled hoarsely: "I'm sorry, Sui Sui."

Yu Lingxi choked for breath.

In two lifetimes, it was the first time she heard Ning Yin say "sorry". Even after misunderstanding her intention of giving the sachet, Ning Yin would only hold her tightly in silence.

"At the beginning of a big marriage, blood shouldn't have been seen."

Ning Yin wiped his hands on the ice next to him until the clear ice was dyed red like agate, Fang asked, "Do you hate me?"

Yu Lingxi opened her eyes wide in surprise, and stepped back a little to look at him.

"Ning Yin, what nonsense are you talking about?" She frowned, smoothing the redness at the end of his eyes with her cool fingertips.

"Sui Sui should hate me."

Ning Yin smiled slightly, but his eyes were full of sternness, "My birth is unknown, and when I go to see you many times, I always bring dirty blood all over my body."

He was the one who got involved and ruined their once-in-a-lifetime wedding.

Yu Lingxi had a lump in her throat and was speechless for a while.

That little lunatic who was so excited when he saw blood started to dislike the dirty smell brought by death.

"You have come to see me many times, always overcoming obstacles and sacrificing your life to protect each other."

Yu Lingxi corrected him hoarsely, "You tried your best to get to me. If you don't love enough, how can you resent me?"

He could have escaped from the fire, just as she could have escaped from the ice cellar.

Love is like a crossbar on a cliff, if the weight on one end is light, the other end will fall into the abyss. Yu Lingxi felt very lucky, because the moment they heard the bell, they all chose to run to each other at the same time.

She let out a breath of white air, and simply pressed her forehead against his nose tip to nose tip.

After searching in the fire for so long, Ning Yin's sleeve robe was charred a lot, and her lips were baked dry and cracked, with traces of blood oozing out.

Yu Lingxi leaned over, carefully and tenderly covered his lips in the freezing cold, and gently rolled her lips, moistening him with the rain.

The pale blue cold light of the ice room casts on their opposing faces, quiet and soft.

Lingxi's lips and tongue are hot and soft, not as cold and dead as in a nightmare.

Ning Yin opened her mouth and began to kiss her back, entangled and snatched her like sacrificing her life until she died.

Yu Lingxi coughed, and the heat that had just risen quickly faded to paleness.

It was too cold in the ice room, when Ning Yin retreated, the loose robe had already covered her body.

"It's a bit dirty, and it will be used every year." He said.

Yu Lingxi suddenly remembered that she was locked in the warehouse by Zhao Xu at the end of spring last year. Ning Yin took off her robe and wrapped her in the same way, and said as usual: "Miss will use it."

"Here, there may be a secret passage leading to the ice rink."

Yu Lingxi collected her thoughts and reminded.

Ning Yin nodded, bent down and knelt on one knee, trying to hug her.

"No need."

Yu Lingxi looked away from his wounded palm, and shook her head lightly but firmly, "I can walk by myself."

The further you go in, the more ice cubes get colder and colder, which makes your brain hurt.

She took Ning Yin's hand, no matter how much he was afraid of the dirty smell between his fingers, she held it tightly.

The cicada-like bells trembled and echoed, and they walked through the long and winding secret road together, no matter how rugged, dark and muddy, they never let go.

…

Yu Huanchen and Shen Feng were going crazy.

The fire was so big that there was no possibility of the people inside surviving. Yu Huanchen still led the imperial guards and poured buckets into the burning palace.

It wasn't until Ning Yin, who was in blood-stained white clothes, came from Beiyuan with Yu Lingxi in his arms, that Yu Huanchen's red eyes burst into life. He threw the bucket and rushed up and said, "Sui Sui! Are you okay, have you ever been hurt?"

"I'm fine, brother."

Yu Lingxi clasped Ning Yin's hand tightly, and there was still unmelted frost on her eyelashes. Although she was embarrassed, she didn't see a trace of haze or timidity.

Yu Huanchen glanced at Ning Yin, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice, "Brother will send you home."

Yu Lingxi fell ill for a while, and returned to Jing Palace with a high fever.

This cannot be blamed on her, the secret cellar was so hot when the hall was set on fire, and it was so cold after entering the freezer, such extreme temperatures alternated, even a body made of iron could not bear it.

While unconscious, someone hugged her tenderly and fed the bitter soup into her lips bit by bit.

"Years old."

His calm voice passed through the chaotic darkness, whispering softly, "Get well soon."

The golden bell hidden in the placket trembled rapidly, just like his breathing that was suppressed to the point of losing control.

The darkness receded like a tide, and Yu Lingxi opened her sticky eyelashes.

The night was already extremely deep, and Ning Yin's face, which was close at hand, showed a pale beauty in the darkness, and there was a gloomy and tired blue under the closed eyelashes.

Yu Lingxi blinked before confirming that the cold man in front of her was that invincible and superior little lunatic.

She just raised her finger when Ning Yin opened her eyes suddenly.

Their eyes met, and before Yu Lingxi could say anything, Ning Yin pressed her into her arms.

"Sui Sui has beautiful eyes."

He rubbed her thin shoulders and neck for a long time before continuing, "It took so long to open such beautiful eyes."

He lost his usual funny and bad nature, and was so cold that he was almost hoarse.

"make you worry."

Yu Lingxi raised her long-sick arm and put it around Ning Yin's waist, "How long have I been asleep?"

"All day."

Ning Yin began to kiss her, from forehead to eyelashes to lips, her breath was hot and soft.

A clean and pity kiss, as if eager to confirm something, without the slightest desire.

"Not groomed."

Yu Lingxi pursed her lips to stop him from going any further, "My mouth smells like medicine."

Ning Yin didn't say anything, put on her clothes and stayed on the bed, and carried her to the clean room next door.

The soup pool in the clean room is always hot and misty.

The underwear was taken off and piled on the soft couch. When he first entered the water, Yu Lingxi felt a slight tingling pain from his fingertips that were smashed by the bluestone slab.

Ning Yin didn't feel much better, her right palm was wrapped in gauze, she sat on the edge of the pool with her legs bent, and slowly fed the warm porridge to the delicate beauty in the mist of the sitting bath.

With the help of the lingering lights, Yu Lingxi could not help but be taken aback when she saw the bright red tattoos emerging from Ning Yin's bare heart.

It's strange, Ning Yin hasn't taken a bath in the soup pool yet, and she hasn't been with her... Well, why did the tattoo suddenly appear?

Yu Lingxi touched his chest subconsciously, and asked, "What's wrong with you..."

Then he paused with his fingertips, the temperature was not right.

Wow, she stood up from the pool, held Ning Yin's cheek with both hands, and moved her face very solemnly.

Ning Yin froze for a moment, then obediently put down the porridge bowl in her hand, and raised her hand to clasp the back of her head.

"Are you interested?" he asked.

"You have a fever."

Yu Lingxi pressed her forehead against his, and frowned even tighter, "You have a fever, Ning Yin."

"yes?"

He looked indifferent, his pale cheeks were a little rosy due to the heat, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I heard that when you have a fever, it can make the other person feel more comfortable."

"..."

Well, it looks like he's back to normal again.

Yu Lingxi's heartbroken heart turned into annoyance, she came out of the soup pool, wrapped her clothes in her clothes with shaking hands, and ordered the maid waiting outside to call the imperial doctor.

The imperial doctor came soon, took the pulse familiarly, stroked his beard and said, "His Royal Highness is detoxifying, some high fever is normal, don't be too alarmed."

"poison?"

Yu Lingxi subconsciously looked at Ning Yin.

Ning Yin sat in his clothes and saw that Yu Lingxi was staring at her eyes flushed, so she reluctantly explained: "The poisonous incense prepared by Ning Xuan has a little bit on it."

He pinched Yu Lingxi's little finger: "Those things that are indiscriminate will not kill me."

The imperial physician at the side was doing his duty conscientiously: "Although the poisoning is very light, but if things go on like this, the accumulation of toxins is definitely not a good thing..."

Ning Yin stared coldly, the imperial physician closed his mouth knowingly.

Thinking of something, Yu Lingxi got up quickly, rummaged through the drawer inside, and asked anxiously, "Where is the Baijie Pill left by Yaolang?"

"It's gone." Ning Yin stood up and pulled her back.

"Gone?"

Yu Lingxi opened her mouth, but remembered that Xue Cen had won the "Hundred Flowers Killer", but he has not died of poisoning so far. She only needed a little speculation to guess where the last Baijie pill went.

With a sore nose, she sat blankly for a while, then raised her eyes and said, "Bring a pen and paper."

The attendant brought a pen and paper, and Yu Lingxi closed her eyes and recalled a moment, then silently wrote out a prescription.

Ning Yin's body in the previous life could almost be used to raise Gu, not better than the current Ning Yin. When he researched the prescription, he never shy away from Yu Lingxi.

So Yu Lingxi knew many prescriptions with the same effect as Baijie Pills, as she kept her company around all the year round.

After handing over the prescription to the imperial physician for verification, he ordered people to rush to grab the medicine and make soup.

Back in the bedroom, Ning Yin was leaning on the couch with a smile and looking at her.

"Really not to try it while it's hot?" He asked.

Yu Lingxi looked puzzled, and was about to ask "what to try", when she heard Ning Yin's morbid laughter: "I don't get sick very often, the next time I want to use hot ones, maybe it will be a few years later."

Yu Lingxi blinked, and then blinked again.

"You should do less."

After realizing it, she was so angry that she wanted to punch someone, "Take care of your own body."

He doesn't feel bad, some people feel bad for him.

Ning Yin smiled and pulled Yu Lingxi into his arms. He liked her lively appearance.

Even being angry at him, scolding him and beating him is better than lying motionless on the couch.

"Lie down and rest for me, and be quiet."

Yu Lingxi struggled lightly, but heard hot breath spraying against her ears.

He smiled and said casually: "My body is only valuable when you are alive."