Chapter 9： Get ill

The guards helped Ning Yin into the corner gate, and found a clean and remote place in the cover room for him to lie down.

"As the year approaches, if someone freezes to death in front of the mansion, it will be unlucky."

Yu Lingxi told the guards on duty outside the door, "Father and brother are busy with state affairs, and Auntie is still ill. I'm in charge of such trivial matters, so don't disturb them."

The guards clasped their fists and said "yes".

Yu Lingxi looked at the furnishings in the house.

There is only a table, a chair and a bed with old mattresses in the room. There is a slightly damaged screen next to the bed. It is simple and small, but it is clean and tidy. It is more than enough to shelter from the wind and recuperate, but it is not very warm.

The boy was lying on the hard plank bed, his face was still pale, only a pair of eyes were still shining with a little stubbornness.

The little wild cat he rescued huddled helplessly in the corner, whimpering softly.

Yu Lingxi squatted down, gently stroked the kitten's messy snow-wet fur with her slender hands, and scratched its chin. The cat stopped whimpering very quickly, and even rubbed her palm greedily.

"Go get two quilts and make a nest for the cat."

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Yu Lingxi's mouth, but she suppressed it quickly, and glanced at Ning Yin who was lying stiffly on the bed, "Don't freeze him to death."

The attendant naturally understood what she meant, and went to make arrangements.

The oil lamp was dim, and Ning Yin's weak eyes kept falling on Yu Lingxi.

His lips moved, as if about to say something.

But Yu Lingxi stood up and interrupted him. The rabbit fleece scarf made her face delicate and charming, and said indifferently: "I can't leave you behind. After the snow stops, you will find your own place. Anyway, don't stay here."

As a result, Ning Yin's Adam's apple moved, and she lowered her eyes and tightened her pale lips.

Yu Lingxi didn't say any more, turned around and left the shelter.

Behind her, more than a dozen attendants followed with lanterns, opening up a dazzling river of light in the wind and snow.

Ning Yin watched the slender and noble figure outside the door gradually recede, dim, and finally only the silent blackness remained.

His eyes seemed to be dyed in the night, and he could not see the bottom.

Even though he was prepared, he couldn't hide his astonishment when he opened his eyes and saw her face without the veil just now under the eaves.

He has seen many beauties in the world of desire, but they are all birds in cages, and the thick powder can hardly hide the numbness of the world, not as beautiful as her, which is natural and clean, not like her. Shi Fendai can eclipse thousands of lights.

But she doesn't like herself, Ning Yin can feel it.

He still doesn't understand where her conflicts come from. Every time she looks over with complicated eyes, it seems that she is seeing the shadow of another person through him.

It may be more difficult than imagined to stay by her side for a long time.

Just as he was thinking about his next plan, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

Ning Yin was vigilant, closed his eyes and did not move, it turned out that the attendant entered the door with the old quilt on the bed, cursing and cursing the freezing weather.

The attendant threw the quilt on the couch, tossed it casually, added another pot of cold tea and two steamed buns, rubbed his hands and left.

Maybe it was careless, or maybe it was because he didn't want to serve a "beggar", so he forgot to close the door tightly.

The half-closed wooden door was rattled by the north wind, and Ning Yin's eyes gradually turned cold, and she knocked on the edge of the couch with her fingers.

The kitten in the corner, Xu Shi, was so hungry that he bravely climbed up to the table and gnawed on the steamed buns hungrily.

Ning Yin evoked a pale smile, reached out and picked up the back of the little beast's neck.

The cat seemed to have seen some terrible beast, its pupils were erected in a line, its hair was blown up, and it meowed and struggled.

"If you move again, your neck will be crushed." The boy's hoarse voice sounded from the darkness.

So the little thing meowed and trembled.

Ning Yin threw it into the old quilt, and immediately ignored it, turned over and closed his eyes, letting the door half open, the cold wind blowing in, making his skin hurt from the cold.

The oil lamp was blown out, and the dead darkness engulfed it.

…

When I woke up, the snow was clear and the sky was clear.

Yu Lingxi yawned and sat in front of the dressing table. She looked at herself in the mirror with a light blue circle around her eyes while holding her chin, and asked lazily, "What's wrong with that person?"

Hu Tao held the comb and asked puzzledly, "Which person?"

Yu Lingxi frowned: "The one I picked up last night."

"Oh, you mean the wounded beggar?"

Hu Tao thought for a while, and answered truthfully, "When I got up in the morning, there was no movement in the shade room, so I must be still asleep."

Could it be that he wants to stay in the mansion? The majestic future Prince Regent actually did this kind of thing.

No matter what, this time you must not be soft-hearted anymore.

Yu Lingxi hid her thoughts, and picked out a pair of emerald beads from the jewelry box held by the maid, thinking that the snow would melt at the latest, so she must send him away.

No matter how powerful he is in the future, as long as he doesn't bother me anymore.

Yu Lingxi made up her mind, got up and went to Mrs. Yu's room to serve the decoction.

The Yu family father and son didn't return until noon, and they all looked tired.

Especially Yu Huanchen, covered in black and gray, with red eyes, obviously busy all night without sleep.

Yu Lingxi was taken aback by her brother's disheveled appearance, and hurriedly asked, "Brother has been busy all night?"

Yu Huanchen poured several glasses of water, wiped the corners of his mouth, exhaled foul air and said, "Yongning Street burned all night, and several mansions were burned down. There are more than 60 people in Xichuan County Prince's Mansion, and none of them survived."

Prince Xichuan?

Yu Lingxi thought for a while, but she didn't have any impression, so she asked, "Did you burn to death?"

Although this is not a government secret, it is a massacre after all, so it is inconvenient to tell girls.

Yu Huanchen rubbed the top of his sister's hair, and said with a smile, "Kids, don't inquire about these things."

His hands were covered with black ash, and they rubbed against her hair.

"I'm not a child anymore." Yu Lingxi dodged Yu Huanchen's hand helplessly, glared at him, turned and walked out the door.

As soon as he walked to the corridor, he heard the slightly heavy conversation between the father and son in the hall.

Yu Lingxi stopped involuntarily.

Yu Huanchen said: "Father, I always feel that this matter is not so simple. Although the king of Xichuan County is cruel, he is an embroidered pillow. How can he have the ability to kill such a powerful slaver? No one was left alive, which is so strange."

General Yu said in a deep voice, "Dali Temple will check if there is any problem."

"I'm afraid we can't find anything. The firefighters came and went last night. The snow was either trampled or burned by the fire. There will be no traces left."

Speaking of this, Yu Huanchen snorted, "The person who raised and fought slaves died in the hands of slaves, which is his retribution."

"Okay, this is not what you and I should talk about."

General Yu interrupted his son, "After lunch, I will go to the Imperial Army in Nanya, even the immortals of the Desire Realm will not be able to stay."

"So fast!" Yu Huanchen paused and asked, "The emperor wants to destroy the fairy capital of the Desire Realm?"

"The king of Xichuan County is the emperor's relative after all, and he died at the hands of the slaves, so he can't die."

General Yu said, "Especially the filth in the Colosseum, which has stirred up **** and aggressive winds in the capital, it should be eradicated."

Outside the door, snow fell from the branches, and Yu Lingxi's heart sank.

Could it be that the destruction of the Immortal Capital of the Desire Realm is related to the reason mentioned by the father and brother?

But the time was advanced by several months, and the immortals in the previous life should have been destroyed by a fire.

Could it be that with his rebirth, many things are quietly changing?

She thought of Ning Yin.

He just escaped desperately from the Immortal Capital of the Desire Realm last night, and today it is about to be razed to the ground. Could it be...too a coincidence?

It always feels like something is being overlooked.

Thinking of this, Yu Lingxi closed her eyes and walked quickly towards the backyard hut.

The guards were all on duty in the mansion, and the dormitory was empty, and no one even cleaned the snow, so it was very deserted.

In a small room in a remote place, the door is half open, and there is no movement of people inside.

"He's gone?" Yu Lingxi asked the maidservant.

Hu Tao shook her head, but she also looked blank: "I have been paying attention since the morning, and I haven't seen him go out."

Just as he was talking, a faint meow came from the room.

Yu Lingxi no longer hesitated, went up the stone steps, and hurriedly opened the door to enter.

Suddenly, the cold air hit the face, and the small room with the door wide open was like an ice cellar, which was actually a bit colder than the icy world outside.

Yu Lingxi shrank her neck, and hurriedly squeezed the hand stove in her palm.

Looking up, he saw the familiar thin figure curled up on the couch with pale lips.

Half of the yellowed old cotton quilt was hanging on the ground, and half was piled under his feet.

From the quilt, a fluffy colored head popped out, and gave a pitiful "meow" to Yu Lingxi.

There was not even a charcoal basin in the room, only a pot of ice-cold turbid tea and two steamed buns as hard as iron on the table.

Yu Lingxi glanced at the scene in the room, and knew that the servants must have looked down on a "beggar" like Ning Yin, and felt neglected, and didn't even bother to close the door for him.

What is the difference between such behavior and abusing him?

Ning Yin distributed the only quilt to the injured kitten, and most of herself was exposed to the cold wind...

Even if Yu Lingxi complained about Ning Yin again, she would feel anxious seeing this scene.

She ignored the whimpering kitten and pushed Ning Yin's shoulder: "Hey, Wang, wake up!"

As soon as the palm touched his hot shoulder, it was withdrawn quickly.

The bruised young man in black was trembling while holding his arms, his lips were pale and dry, but his cheeks were abnormally bright red, and his breath was heavy and short, obviously the cold wind blowing all night had aggravated his injuries and caused a high fever.

If this goes on like this, his life will really be gone.

Yu Lingxi's heart was blocked, and she turned her head and said, "What are you still doing in a daze? Go get a doctor."

Hu Tao was also frightened, and hurriedly said: "Hey, good!"

"Wait." Yu Lingxi called her, "Go in and out through the corner gate, don't disturb your parents."

Especially her over-smart brother.

"Your servant knows." Hu Tao repeatedly agreed.

Waiting for the maid to invite the doctor, Yu Lingxi stared at the young boy Ning Yin with his eyes closed, with complicated emotions.

The only chair in the room was covered with a thin layer of dust, Yu Lingxi liked to be clean, so she didn't dare to sit on it.

After thinking about it, he moved to the edge of the couch, pulled off a corner cushion, and carefully sat on the edge of the couch, examining Ning Yin who was seriously ill.

In her previous life, when Ning Yin suffered from leg ailments, she would feel cold and shiver all over, so she kept warm by tossing Yu Lingxi. She did the same, staying by his side all night.

But even at that time, he was strong and domineering, as if nothing in the world could destroy him.

It was completely different from the poor young man in front of him, who was so weak that he would die at any moment.

Could such a young man be related to the destruction of the fairy capital of the Desire Realm?

How did he step by step become the lunatic that everyone fears?

Ning Yin's breathing was hot and short, intertwined with her previous life, and it was the first time that Yu Lingxi felt confused.

She stretched out her hand and covered Ning Yin with the quilt hesitantly.

"I'm not as cool as you. If you die, I'm still willing to give you a straw mat. It's just..."

She lowered her eyes: "I never thought of killing you."

While distracted, the hand tucked under the quilt accidentally swept Ning Yin's neck.

With a very light force, the comatose teenager suddenly opened his dark eyes as if awakened from a start.

The next moment, Yu Lingxi's wrist hurt.

Immediately, her eyes were turned upside down, and she was firmly pressed down on the bed by Ning Yin.

Mo hair covered the bed like a cloud, and the hand stove rolled to the ground.

The young man restrained her condescendingly, his vision was slack, and his hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck one after another, causing a long-lost, familiar trembling...

Yu Lingxi's eyes widened, and Ning Yin's weak and fierce expression was reflected in them, as if she had returned to the brocade account of her previous life.