forced to fall in love

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The surrounding hot air pressed against the skin, smudged red, Lingxi lay low on the ground, and even faintly felt steam rising upwards.

But compared to the burning heat, the words of the person in front of her made her more at a loss.

Lingxi couldn't speak for a while, and his knuckles were slightly bent while supporting the ground.

The candlelight was flickering, and Zhao Qingsui's shadow was imprinted beside him. Perhaps because of leaning over, Lingxi could clearly hear the beating of his own heart.

One sound after another, echoed in her ears like drumbeats, and all kinds of emotions surged up in an instant, roaring and setting off a huge wave several meters high in front of her, as if it would swallow her up in the next moment.

"Your Highness."

Her voice dropped inexplicably.

"Please calm down."

"The minister has one heart and one mind for you, and there is no second heart."

"There is indeed a person in the theater troupe passing news to another person in the brothel. I don't know the person who received the message, but there is a mark on the handle of the fan he is holding. I feel very familiar, but I can't think of the origin for a while."

"Other than that, I didn't notice anything."

Lingxi just lowered his head, and when his forehead touched the cool ground, there was a muffled sound.

The person in front of him was silent for a moment, as if trying to pull back his rationality, he said in a low voice: "What kind of imprint is that, the son-in-law will still remember it."

"I remember, there is a prismatic pattern inside the square frame," Lingxi paused, looking at the simple patterns carved on the wooden floor, and frowned, "It seems like a bird that is about to soar its wings and fly high." birds."

Zhao Qingsui sneered suddenly, "Yes, this imprint shows the master's ambition."

"I just don't know if this pair of wings can bear his ambition."

Zhao Qingsui's voice was low, and compared to the loud reprimand a moment ago, it was more like a hunter staring at his prey from behind with killing intent.

Lingxi's fingertips touched the bottom and bent back along the arc of the wood pattern.

"Your Highness."

She called her softly.

"Ah."

Zhao Qingsui responded to her unconsciously, even hiding most of the sharpness of the killing intent, and only realized it later when the monosyllable was uttered.

"Even if he has wings, I will cut them off for you."

Lingxi's voice was distinctly soft and slow, and as soon as the final note fell, there was a hostility immediately, but when it gathered in front of him, it avoided Zhao Qingsui.

It's more like... a protective film that carefully protects her in the center. It doesn't distinguish between reason and emotion. Even if right and wrong are reversed, Zhao Qingsui's words will prevail.

The person in front of him was lying on the ground, and the dim candlelight on the table fell from the side, and his back, which was always straight in the past, now had a slight curvature.

Zhao Qingsui's eyes swept across, and then stopped suddenly, with some subtle emotions in her heart. Her fingertips resting on the table touched the fine texture, as if bitten by ants, and penetrated into the blood through the fingertips .

The words that vaguely floated in his mind only presented a rough outline, and Zhao Qingsui dismissed them.

With hot tea at hand, Zhao Qingsui raised his hand to push the cup, and drank lightly. The aroma of the hot tea accompanied by the warm liquid flowed down the throat, and his mood calmed down after a while.

"The body of a woman, how can the son-in-law explain it?"

As if to unload his strength, Lingxi lowered his body a little.

"I implore Your Highness to appease your anger."

"Chen originally had a twin brother. When he was young, his elder brother was lost. In order not to lose his position as the eldest son, his mother asked him to pretend to be him. He wanted to find his elder brother and then change his identity. But in the end, his elder brother was not found, and his mother died. Take it back to the Lu Mansion, and it will be difficult to change your identity again."

"I didn't deliberately conceal my identity from Your Highness."

"But the son-in-law has indeed concealed his identity from me."

Zhao Qingsui put the teacup on the table with a calm voice.

"The minister deserves death."

Lingxi's forehead was pressed against the floor, and Zhao Qingsui's expression could not be seen. Hearing her words that did not reveal any emotions, it was more like being blindfolded and placed in an unfamiliar environment. She couldn't predict or dodge the rest of the voices.

The blue veins on the back of the hand are highlighted due to the ups and downs of emotions, the heat of the palm gathers, and it is covered with a sticky feeling in an instant.

"If Your Highness wants to..." Lingxi paused for a few seconds, but couldn't say what was on his lips, and said with a slight shake of his shoulders: "Let Your Highness do what you want."

The voice was about to fall, and the person in front of her didn't reply to her immediately, but there was a weak voice, like the friction of silk.

"If you want something."

A cold voice suddenly rang in his ears, and the distance between the two suddenly shortened, making Lingxi froze.

Her eyes were fixed on the pattern on the floor turning around just right, but the inexplicable light fragrance permeated in, gradually occupying her breath.

"It's nothing."

When Lingxi spoke, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse.

Zhao Qingsui seemed to be sizing her up, fixed his scorching eyes on her body, after a while the coercion around him subsided, Zhao Qingsui straightened up and said: "My son-in-law still has something to hide from me."

"Your Highness, I dare not have it."

"Really, are there any concubines who dare not have one?" Zhao Qingsui raised his brows slightly, "Dare to enter the brothel, dare to hide your identity."

"The minister is guilty."

Zhao Qing waved his hands slightly, looking down at the people below, "Capital crimes are inevitable, but living crimes are inevitable. As for the punishment, I will owe it first, but there will be another time, even if there are countless reasons."

"As for the matter of being a son-in-law," Zhao Qingsui paused, then turned to look at Yueming outside the window with deep eyes, "I will not report to my father."

Lingxi was startled, then suddenly raised her head to look at her, when the moonlight was hazy, the soft and flickering moonlight shone on her body.

Zhao Qingsui turned his head and happened to meet Lingxi's eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lingxi always feels that the coldness in her eyes has faded a bit.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness."

When Zhao Qingsui walked to the door, he remembered something again, turned his head and said quietly: "Throw away the changed clothes, don't keep them."

The coolness that swept towards Lingxi in the ending sound engulfed her.

"Yes."

After Zhao Qingsui left, Lingxi immediately called Chai Gao over and ordered him to dispose of the clothes together.

When Chai Gao left, he saw that she was still hesitant: "My son-in-law, are you alright?"

"Didn't you say that His Highness has not returned to the residence?"

"At that time, I really didn't return, and the moment your son-in-law entered the house, His Highness returned to the mansion. As soon as His Highness entered the mansion, he heard that something was wrong. After asking the servants in the mansion, he came straight over. You, Are you all right?"

"...it's okay, step back." Lingxi waved his hand to push him away.

In the middle of the night, Lingxi opened the window to ventilate the room. The cool breeze and the freshness of the green plants poured into the room, and the previous mixed smell quickly dissipated.

It was dark outside the house, Lingxi opened her eyes but didn't feel sleepy at all, obviously she should be thankful for her confession, God didn't let her leave her side.

But the reaction of the gods, or rather the comparison of the reactions of the gods to the two things, made Lingxi at a loss.

When the mirror in his heart becomes brighter, Lingxi dares not look at it, dare not look at himself in the mirror.

Going round and round and round and round, no matter what the consonance can't avoid this problem.

She sighed silently, the cool wind she inhaled was instantly engulfed by the heat.

In the early morning of the next day, Lingxi handed over the imprint drawn before going to bed last night to Su Rui, and ordered her to present it to her when Zhao Qingsui woke up. After that, Lingxi left the house to go to Dali Temple. Li Cai discussed.

"Master Li has seen this mark?" Lingxi spread out the mark drawn in his arms and Li Cai looked at it.

"This... I don't know. In the capital, the big households often have exclusive imprints, which are used for engraving seals for private use, and engraved seals have a wide range of uses, such as tasting, trading, and correspondence, etc."

Lingxi tapped the mark with his fingertips and said slowly: "Well, it won't be so easy, but the theater troupe can send people to pay more attention. Since they can pass on news, it shouldn't be a good thing."

"Yesterday, I also went to the Yuheng Division of the Ministry of Industry in person, checked the register, and found nothing abnormal. No one borrowed green alum oil, and all the oil was used internally by the Ministry of Industry."

Lingxi frowned slightly, and pondered: "Well, maybe it was a tampering beforehand, or it might be that after knowing the refining formula, it was refined by itself. How is the interrogation of the man in the prison, Mr. Li?"

Li Cai shook his head helplessly: "There is no progress, he insists that he doesn't know anything, it's just sending a letter."

The two discussed until noon, but they just came up with all kinds of possibilities, and there was no evidence to make a conclusion.

In the next few days, Lingxi often took people to the troupe to listen to the opera, and once in a while, the troupe changed to an acrobatic performance. Lingxi saw the tall and thin man in sackcloth and the man with the white fan that day. He took a sip of wine, She spit it out, and then it was ignited into sparks, which flashed past her eyes in an instant.

When Lingxi returned home, he happened to meet Zhao Qingsui's carriage who was also returning home.

In the past few days, she often stayed at the desk in Dali Temple because of the disconnection of clues, and when she returned home late at night, she naturally couldn't see Zhao Qingsui.

However, there is always Su Rui standing in front of the mansion waiting for her, and sometimes there is even porridge and snacks at night.

Su Rui jumped down first, took the ponytail, and was about to reach out to help the person who was about to come out of the car. Lingxi raised her hand hidden in the sleeve robe slightly, and took her place and said: "Your Majesty, I respectfully welcome you."

When Zhao Qingsui came out of the carriage, he hadn't put his hand on it yet, but when he heard Lingxi's voice, his hand was hanging in the air and as soon as he dropped it, he raised his eyebrows lightly, "It's too early for the son-in-law to return home today."

There was a slight heat in the hand, the smooth skin, and the hand that was close to the consonance got out of the carriage.

When Zhao Qingsui stood still, Lingxi's arm lowered a little, and was about to put it down, Zhao Qingsui seemed to be aware of her movement, but he didn't stop.

Lingxi lowered her head, avoided her sight, and kept her original state.

The two entered the mansion together, Zhao Qingsui looked at her sideways and said, "Is the son-in-law going to sleep tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"What are the plans of the son-in-law?"

Lingxi bowed his hands and said: "It's all up to His Highness to arrange."

"It's just right, I'm going to have a look at the canals near the capital tomorrow, and the son-in-law will go with me."

"Yes."

At night, when Lingxi came back from practicing sword in the courtyard, she saw Su Rui who was waiting for her at the door.

Sending porridge and snacks again?

"Consort." Su Rui saluted her, holding the prepared tea and handing it to Lingxi.

"Ah."

Lingxi wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then Su Rui continued: "His Royal Highness ordered the servants to send an order to let the son-in-law go to bed."

In the next second, Lingxi coughed violently.

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