"I remember when I was a child, Achen and I often went boating and playing here, chatting about to persuade." The girl is in poor health, so she watches from a distance in this waterside pavilion."
Yu Lingxi thought that Xue Cen would be a little resentful, or as arrogant and cynical as the last time they met in their previous life.
Surprisingly, he was calm, almost sad.
"In the autumn when I was ten years old, I saw you boating among the lotus leaves. You were so envious that you wanted to eat the lotus pods. But there were no lotus pods at that time? My brothers and sisters all coaxed and pushed back, and you were the only one who reached out to pick them."
Yu Lingxi stood half a foot away and said softly, "Unexpectedly, I lost my footing and fell into the pool. Since then, I have been afraid of water."
Choosing this time to come here should be more than just reminiscing about old times.
Yu Lingxi's eyes fell on the pair of dragon and phoenix-glazed wine glasses. The wine glasses were shining and exquisite, and it was obvious that they were of the highest quality.
"This pot contains the 'Baisuihe' that has been buried for camen years. It was originally used for drinking Henu wine. I can't use it now, so why not give it to the second girl."
Xue Cen's eyes fell on which unopened pot While drinking, his Adam's apple rolled several times, and Fang Wen said in a warm voice, "I... can I have a drink with the second girl as a farewell party?"
Yu Lingxi asked: "Farewell party?"
Xue Cen looked away hastily and said bitterly: "Tomorrow The second girl is having a wedding banquet, so I won't come to disturb the party."
He made an "invite" gesture.
Yu Lingxi sat down and ordered the maid to fetch new tea and food. When he looked back, he saw the boy Xue Cen had brought forward and opened the altar of 'Century Helium' which had been treasured for ten years.
Xue Cen took the glass cup and poured two glasses of wine himself. Yu Lingxi had no choice but to swallow the words that had not yet been spoken.
The amber gold wine in the cup rippled slightly, reflecting her clear eyes.
...
By the Qujiang Pool, a soft sound of ding-dong-ding-dong came from the secluded courtyard.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. I have ordered people to improve the properties of 'Hundred Flowers Kill' to make it more toxic and extend the onset for one day to ensure it is foolproof."
Xue Song closed the hall door and said to the shadow behind the screen, "Brother-in-law has brought this medicine into the Yu Mansion. When the wedding ceremony is completed tomorrow, King Jing will die suddenly."
Behind the screen, the sound of a rattle came clearly.
The slightly hoarse voice sounded: "I am reduced to having to involve a woman to complete my great cause. I feel guilty after all." "
The Lord is benevolent and does not stick to trivial matters when it comes to great things."
Xue Song said, "Prince Jing's Mansion is impregnable. It's insidious and deceitful. We can only start from the weak points of the Yu Mansion."
The man behind the screen put down the rattle stood up and said: "There is no antidote for this medicine. I heard that your brother tasted a glass of wine as a verification before going out. It will harm him. Life?"
"Although my brother is simple, he will not listen to the advice of the minister. He must take a sip of the wine first to make sure it is not poisonous, and then he will feel at ease and agree to see Yu Lingxi."
Xue Song said with a shadow between his brows: "Master Don't worry, I didn't put the poison in the wine at all."
"Oh?"
"I put the poison of 'Hundred Flowers Killing' into the rim of the glass cup. As long as Yu Lingxi holds the cup and drinks, Farewell, even if you just take a sip, you will be poisoned. "
"How do you know that my brother will give the poisonous cup to Miss Yu?"
The person behind the screen sighed, "Xue Erlang is full of infatuation, which cannot be eliminated in three or two months. What if he can't do it? "
Xue Song...seemed to have expected this. He nodded and said: "The Lord is right, Acen has a pure nature, and he will not do it. "
The person behind the screen was frozen for a moment, and the man asked: "Then why did you let him..."
"It was precisely because I knew that I told Acen that I must give the Phoenix Cup to Yu Lingxi and let him hold the Dragon Cup by himself. "
Xue Song was silent for a while and said coldly, "Acen is suspicious, so he must secretly change the cup and take the punishment on Yu Lingxi's behalf. "
He never believed in his brother who was like a blank sheet of paper. All he believed in was his control over people's hearts.
So the poison was smeared in the dragon cup.
Yu Mansion, Waterside Pavilion.
Xue Cen breathed heavily. Tightly, he said shortly: "Wait. "
Yu Lingxi retracted her hand and looked at him with slight doubts.
"The second girl likes spicy food, so this wine tastes a little light. "
Xue Cen reached out to touch the small silk bag hanging on his waist, probably absentmindedly. It took a long time to untie the small silk bag before untying it.
Xue Cen smiled apologetically, took out two peppercorns and sweet plums from the bag, and placed them in front of him. In the glass wine glass.
Yu Lingxi was stunned. After so many years, Xue Cen has been carrying her favorite things with her.
But since they are going to part ways today, is his move too close and unnecessary?
Just thinking, Xue Cen pushed the glass cup with dragon patterns in front of her and smiled: "Second girl, please.
He took the lead in picking up his phoenix cup and solemnly said: "This cup is a toast to the two young ladies who have passed by. "
After saying that, he paused, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.
Xue Cen was a self-restrained person and never drank too much. He drank so fast that the corners of his eyes became red and choked.
He stopped Yu Lingxi, who was trying to persuade him, and poured another glass. Said: "This cup is a toast to the future. "
Yu Lingxi always felt that there were too many things hidden in his eyes at this moment as if they were about to overflow.
She suppressed the hesitation in her heart, and without changing her expression, she picked up the dragon-patterned glass cup in front of her and held it with Xue Cen.
The waiter was holding the wine bottle, and his eyes fell unblinkingly on the rim of the glass that was slowly approaching Yu Lingxi's lips.
Yu Lingxi pursed her lips almost imperceptibly, and her eyes reflected the ripples of the wine.
In the cup The moment she was about to touch her lips, Yu Lingxi paused slightly.
Then Xue Cen suddenly reached out, snatched the glass of wine from her hand, raised his head, and swallowed it down.
Yu Lingxi couldn't stop her, and the boy was also shocked. He was frozen in place.
Before the boy who was supervising him could react, Xue Cen hissed with red eyes: "The wine is poisonous, don't touch it! "
In a moment, the boy came back to his senses.
Knowing that something bad had happened, he turned around and tried to run away, but was knocked to the ground by Yu Huanchen, who was rushing over.
The boy was extremely skilled. He got up in one fell swoop and quickly stepped on He climbed up the wall on the rockery and fled outside.
Yu Huanchen wanted to chase but was worried about the situation in the waterside pavilion. After hesitating for a moment, he handed over the pursuit to Qing Xiao and other attendants and strode towards Xue Cen.
"Put the ground on the ground. Put away the glass cup and call the imperial doctor! Go quickly! "
What comes to mind, in Yu Ling Xi's eyes
His surprise gradually turned into horror, and he took a step forward and said, "There is 'Hundred Flowers Killer' in my glass of wine, right? Spit it out!"
"It's too late." Xue Cen just shook his head gently.
Ever since his brother deliberately provoked him repeatedly with the marriage between Yu Lingxi and King Jing, he had doubts. The despair of being betrayed by his closest relatives shattered his remaining hopes.
He had no other choice. Instead of letting someone else deal with Yu Lingxi, he might as well take the risk himself.
The corners of Xue Cen's eyes were slightly red,
and he gave a gentle smile: "If not, I wouldn't have the chance to tell you the news."
Yu Lingxi was speechless for a moment.
As a former fiancé, Xue Cen's visit this time was a bit unexpected.
If it were in the previous life, Yu, Lingxi might not have any precautions.
She agreed to meet, just thinking that if the Xue family used Xue Cen's hands to harm her and Ning Yiaske they did in the previous life, she could take advantage of the situation and seize Xue Song's use of "Hundred Flowers Killing" to kill dissidents.
But she didn't expect that Xue Cen would be stupid enough to swallow the poisonous wine.
Xue Cen, who was supported by Yu Lingxi and Yu Huanchen, managed to remain calm: "Brother, induce vomiting for him."
"Acen, spit it out!"
Yu Huanchen looked sternly and stretched out his fingers to press Xue Cen's abdominal acupoints to induce vomiting, but it was too late.
No one knows better than Yu Lingxi how powerful the medicinal properties of Baihuasha are.
"No...don't worry about me."
Xue Cen grabbed Yu Huanchen's hand, looked up at Yu Lingxi, and said hastily, "They made two preparations and buried an assassin among the wedding guests to assassinate King Jing! This time If I fail, I will alert the enemy, and their assassination plan will be advanced...Go and help him, go quickly."
Xue Cen's brows and eyes were still gentle, but they were a little more calm and determined.
Yu Lingxi took a step back, asked her brother to deal with the matter in front of her with her eyes, and then quickly turned around and ran away.
The setting sun gathered its last rays of light, and Xue Cen's reddish eyes were filled with tranquility.
"Fortunately..."
Fortunately this time, he was not late.
...
The carriage left Prince Jing's Mansion and headed towards Yongle Gate.
Incense was spreading on the table, and Ning Yin rested her fingers on her forehead with her eyes closed, her drooping eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyelashes.
He rarely dreams, but in the past two days, he has repeatedly dreamed that he is walking in a long black secret passage that seems to never end.
But this time, he reached the finish line.
Like a door, push it open hard, and a faint blue light comes to you.
It was a narrow small room, with fluorescent blue light emitting from the ice bed in the small room. And in the center of the blue light, quietly lay a beauty with black hair and red lips.
"Lingxi."
Ning Yin looked at the sleeping beauty on the ice bed and reached out to touch the stiff corners of her mouth, but only encountered a piece of ice.
My heart suddenly hurt.
Sensing something, the gray falcon on the eaves suddenly flew away, its sharp cry piercing the night sky along with the cold sound that broke through the air.
Ning Yin opened his eyes suddenly and turned his head slightly, and Senhan's blade stabbed towards him.
The cold light reflected in the eyes, a frosty feeling.
For a moment, there was a creepy crisp sound from the stabbing Yi Bin's arm, and then the blade that had been thrust into the carriage flew out and penetrated his throat.
The assassin still had disbelief in his eyes, dangling like a rag doll and being nailed to the wall of the workshop, blooming with blood.
"Finally took the bait." Hidden in the dark
Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and then bent his elbow to push the Zheji beside him, "Why don't Your Highness deal with these assassins in the palace, but try to lure them here."
Zheji glanced at the lights of swords and swords in the alley . , and only said: "Because the palace is getting married tomorrow."
His Highness will never allow these miscellaneous fish to stain the bricks and tiles of the palace. He wants to marry Miss Yu cleanly.
"Enter."
Zheji took out the heavy sword on his back with his backhand, and rushed out first at the right moment.
The peach blossoms on the wall
are in full bloom, creating a pink glow.
The breeze moved slightly, the moon shadow was scattered, and the peach blossoms fluttered and fell to the ground, dyed an eerie bright red by the gurgling and winding stickiness.
Ning Yin frowned, wiped the blood stains on his hands in disgust, and looked at the assassin with all his limbs in the corner.
This is the only one alive among the ten top assassins, but he is almost dead.
The assassin lay slumped in the pile of corpses like a puppet with strings cut off, with blood bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he was still smiling wildly.
"Death is imminent, why are you still so arrogant?"
Shen Feng muttered, walking towards the front and said, "Hey, why are you laughing? Is there another trick?"
The assassin roared twice, and then suddenly spat out a blood arrow.
Blood sprayed, and some images flashed through Ning Yin's mind.
On the shark's bed, someone spurted out a mouthful of black blood, staining his snow-colored clothes.
Year after year.
When his heart stung, he staggered blankly.
"Your Highness!"
Zheji subconsciously wanted to help him.
Ning Yin, however, steadied herself and suppressed the sweet taste in her throat.
Guessing what, he passed directly over the attendants, and when he got on the horse, the short blade in his hand stabbed the horse's buttocks hard, and then galloped towards the Yu Mansion with blood all over him.
"I once had a dream."
"I dreamed that I died because of this, leaving you alone in the world."
Was it a dream?
If it was just a dream, why did his heart hurt so much.
If it wasn't a dream...
The horses were frothing and neighing, and the people were standing up. Ning Yin saw Yu Lingxi leading a group of guards and preparing to go out.
The two looked at each other from a distance of several feet, and there was silence for a moment.
"Ning Yin!"
Seeing him appearing in front of her safe and sound, Yu Lingxi's eyes lit up and she breathed a long sigh of relief.
But then, her heart lifted again.
Because Ning Yin's face was so bad, her cheeks were almost pale in the dark night, there were blood drops on her chin, and her eyes were sunken, cold and heavy as they had never been in her life.
His eyes were so dark and tinged with dark red that Yu Lingxi couldn't tell what the emotion was surging in his eyes.
She trotted over worriedly, raised her head and said, "Are you okay? I just heard that the Xue family bribed assassins..." Before she could
finish her words, Ning Yin had already turned over and dismounted, and the tall figure completely covered her.
He lowered his eyes and stared at Yu Lingxi's face for a long time, then raised his wiped fingers and gently touched the corner of her mouth as if to confirm something.
"Ning Yin?" Yu Lingxi was confused.
Ning Yin laughed softly, her smile stained with blood was crazy.
"It's warm."
He stroked Yu Lingxi's cheek, showing a satisfied look.
"Ning Yin."
Yu Lingxi held his finger, allowing him to feel her body temperature more intuitively, and asked gently, "What's wrong with you?"
The lamp shadow under the wall shook, and Ning Yin's eyes swallowed the light.
"I dreamed that you were lying on an ice bed in a dark room, unable to smile or speak. I touched your cheek, but it was only stiff and cold."
Ning Yin's voice has always been low and pleasant, elegant and paranoid, " How could my age be like that?"
Yu Lingxi's heart tightened, as if she had been punched hard, and there was intense pain.