The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

Ye Ling pushed away the hand on her waist, "Xuanzhou, I don't have time to fight with you."

Unhurriedly sitting down on the pear flower wooden chair, Xuanzhou slowly picked up the glazed teacup at hand, took a sip, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think I'm messing around with you?"

Having not seen each other for ten years, Ye Ling never believed that Xuanzhou had deep feelings for him; in contrast, he was even more inclined that Xuanzhou wanted to use his position in Xuanqingzong as a bargaining chip to compete with the eldest prince for the throne.

Si Yao was still standing aside, with an angry expression on his face, and another refusal would definitely lead to a bigger quarrel; but there was only half a month left before Jingxi fell into the devil, if he really couldn't protect him and let someone take him away, all Things are out of control.

The most urgent task is to stabilize the person, and after the remaining half a month has passed safely, he will deal with the matter of Xuanzhou and the hidden guard.

"Marriage is not a child's play. I need a month to think about it." Ye Ling thought about it, carefully considering every word.

Xuanzhou supported his head with his hands, blinking his peachy eyes, "Are you negotiating conditions with me?"

"Otherwise, the engagement will be void," Ye Ling said coldly, "You know, no one can make the decision for me."

"Eating soft but not hard, I like it," Xuanzhou patted his palms twice, and the smile on his face became even bigger, "I promise you, but Ah You will follow you."

"It would be bad if my unmarried daughter-in-law ran away with some wild man."

This time Ye Ling finally nodded.

"Then I'll just wait for the good news," the man said after a pause, the man's smile remained the same, but a coolness flashed in his eyes, "but if I find other evidence, Xiaoye has to obediently hand him over."

After finishing speaking, the phantom flashed, the jade cup fell to the ground, and the man on the seat disappeared.

Only Ye Ling and Siyao, who didn't say a word, were left in the room, and it was eerily quiet.

In all fairness, Si Yao was really used to him, even though he was furious, he didn't say a single harsh word to him just now.

Thinking of this, Ye Ling couldn't help but feel a little guilty, poured a cup of hot tea, and bravely handed it over, "...Second Brother."

Sure enough, as soon as the voice finished speaking, Si Yao's frowning brows loosened, he gave Ye Ling a sideways look, and said coldly, "You also know that you are messing around, and there is a limit to being soft-hearted and protective."

"Second brother always said that, so why didn't second brother protect his weaknesses in the ring competition that day?" Ye Ling said calmly, "If Yunxi is the target of everyone's criticism today, will second brother push him out without hesitation?"

Si Yao's eyes sank when he heard the words, his expression was a little moved, and finally he sighed helplessly, "Forget it, it's getting late, let's call Jing Xi for dinner, at least we won the leader, let's celebrate together."

Looking up and seeing that there was no boy waiting at the door, Ye Ling knew that Jing Xi hadn't come back yet; after explaining the fate of Tianji Pavilion with Si Yao, Ye Ling sent him out of the yard and turned back to the side hall.

In the empty side hall, there is a mahogany round table that can seat more than a dozen people. The silk brocade auspicious cloud tablecloth is filled with all kinds of exquisite dishes, sweet, salty, meat, and vegetarian.

Ye Ling ordered people to prepare this table of delicacies, just to reward Ye Ling and Yu Lian for their hard work in the past few days; but now that Yu Lian has resigned first and Jing Xi has disappeared, these dishes can only be eaten. Leave it alive, let it change from heat to cool, as if coated with a layer of soft silver light under the cold moonlight.

Pleasing to the eye, but also hard to swallow.

It stands to reason that after such a long time, Jing Xi should have returned from Tianji Pavilion long ago, but he did not come to pay his respects, and Ye Ling always sent someone to track down his whereabouts. After a little thought, he finally gave up.

With a table of unscathed meals left, Ye Ling drank a cup of warm tea, ordered the servants outside to clean up, got up and walked through the promenade, walked through the pleasant front yard, and left the small courtyard to a secluded lake side.

Walking all the way along the lake, the lake is sparkling, and there are pairs of gray ducks swimming slowly in the center; a row of willows are planted along the bank, and the slender branches are swaying with the evening wind, which is very beautiful.

Suddenly, Ye Ling slowed down as if he had discovered something.

The young man was sitting next to a willow tree with his back against the tree trunk, one slender and straight leg stretched freely, his left hand resting on the other leg, holding a blue and white wine jug in his hand, and the feet were scattered and rolled to the ground.

Unaware of the arrival of others, the young man shook the flagon in his hand, put it to his ear and listened, then threw it at his feet casually, and let out a hoarse growl from his throat.

Frowning, Ye Ling's back and voice were too familiar, Ye Ling took a few steps forward, saw the black sword crooked beside the tree, and finally said, "...Jing Xi?"

If you don't go back at night, what are you doing drinking here alone?

The young man paused, his whole body froze in place, his eyes drooped, his black and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, his neck was flushed, and there was an obvious bulge on the back of his neck.

A decadent atmosphere.

Hearing the sound, Jing Xi shook her head vigorously and raised her head, squinting her eyes to look at the person, and it took a while to recognize it, "Master, Master...?"

"Didn't you go to Tianji Pavilion to find opportunities? Why are you here?" The young man was unsteady, and the smell of alcohol was so strong that his nose was pungent. Ye Ling wanted to reach out to help him, "You still drink like this?"

Jing Xi dodged sideways, stood up staggeringly, supported the trunk of the tree to stabilize her body, looked at Ye Ling and laughed at herself, "Master, someone told me that people who used to be good to me don't want me anymore."

His cheeks were flushed, and he stared at Ye Ling with a pair of black eyes, calm and sharp.

Thinking that Jingxi knew that Si Yao agreed to visit his memory, Ye Ling was not good at judging, and finally only said, "Things are not as simple as you think, everyone has times when they can't help themselves."

"I can't help myself..." Jing Xi murmured and repeated, the last light in his eyes dissipated, "I can't help myself."

The evening wind blew the broken hair in front of his eyes. Under Ye Ling's continuous gaze, the young man turned his head to look at the lake. After a long time, he suddenly said, "I just want to live in peace, so it's so difficult."

The hoarse murmur dissipated with the wind, and Ye Ling, who was a few steps away, didn't hear it clearly; when he was about to ask, he heard a few explosions in the distance, and seven-colored fireworks suddenly lit up in the sky, dazzling the entire night sky.

Accompanied by cheers behind them, several disciples of the Xuanqing Sect swarmed out from the rockery in the distance, surrounded the two of them, and shouted loudly together,

"Congratulations to Jing Xi for being the leader of the conference!"

Yunxi came from the crowd, with a willow stick in his mouth, and punched Jingxi with his gauze-wrapped hand, "Do you think we've forgotten you, kid, so you're drinking here alone?"

The young man was a little overwhelmed, but he finally smiled and patted Yunxi on the shoulder, "Thank you."

"Brother Jing hasn't eaten yet, we brought chicken legs and beef, let's eat together!"

"Don't talk nonsense and bring it up quickly, who else is there! Brother Gou, why did you bury the wine in the soil two days ago, take it out and have a drink!"

"Here we come—" the disciple who was called "Agou" ran out happily, only to find Ye Ling standing beside him when he came back, he was stunned, and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Shuangyue Xianzun."

Ye Ling responded, and when those people rushed out of the rockery to celebrate, he silently stood aside and watched; these disciples were no more than 22 at most, if he stayed here all the time, they would not let him go.

"It's okay, you guys can eat," Ye Ling smiled, and waved for people to pass, "Tell Jing Xi, I'll go back first."

Now that the matter of the secret guard has been suppressed, no matter what Jing Xi thinks in his heart, let him have a good rest tonight, and it will not be too late to talk about it in two days.

Ye Ling turned around and quickly disappeared from the young man's sight.

From that day on, no one knows what kind of rhetoric Xuanzhou used, but the matter of the secret guard was exactly as he promised, and no one mentioned it again.

The same unfinished thing is the opportunity-seeking part of the Xianmen Conference; in previous years, it was a celebration with gongs and drums, but this year it was the beginning of No. 1 going alone, No. I can only choose a time at will and go there by myself.

Not only the major sects, but also everyone in the Xuanqing Sect are busy with their own work.

Yunxi surrounded Si Yao all day, Yu Lian got a rare medicinal material by chance, and studied it in the room; Dayton, either rowing alone to the middle of the lake, or lying on the roof watching the sky.

Two days later, Xuan Qingzong and his group were also preparing to return to the class. On the third day, they prepared the carriage in front of the gate early in the morning, and set off without doing any rectification.

The return trip seemed to be shorter than the time when they came here, and all the disciples wanted to go back to announce the good news. It only took a day and a half for the group to reach the Xuanqingzong's mountain gate.

When they parted, Si Yao looked at Ye Ling's pale face, and said caringly, "Xiao Ling, your complexion has not been good for the past two days, let Yu Lian show you later."

Ye Ling fell asleep all the way in the carriage, didn't eat a few mouthfuls of food, nodded his head drowsily, and said hello casually.

In the past few days, he has been in poor spirits, and he is always sleepy as if he can't wake up. cold sweat.

After arranging Ayou, Ye Ling braced himself and came to the Water Curtain Cave.

Perhaps because of the instinctive resistance brought by this body, Ye Ling has never been here since he passed through the book. If it wasn't for the strong premonition given to him by the scene in his dream, he would never set foot in this place of death in his life.

The sound of the water is gurgling, but the beautiful scenery is still there. The clear spring water flows down from high to low, shining golden light under the warm sun at noon.

Ye Ling had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of him, he jumped into the cave with his toes, and the power of his palms concentrated to light up the cave.Half a month has passed, and nothing has changed in the house, the cold black slate, the blood-stained hemp rope and the dagger.

Lowering his eyes, Ye Ling quickly walked over here, and went straight to the deepest part of the cave—just like the scene in a dream, a stone table appeared in front of him, on which bamboo scrolls were piled up, and a book was spread out. , covered with a layer of dust.

After coming to the table and sitting down, Ye Ling gently blew away the fine dust on the scroll, and carefully read the words on it.

Ye Ling is very familiar with the vigorous and powerful handwriting - no matter how many times he has read it, he can't pick out the slightest difference between the original handwriting and his handwriting.

"In the 30th year of Gengxu, on the [-]th day of Lu Yue, a bowl of heart blood, and half a catty of Baiwei...simmered for three hours on a low fire, and refined into pills in the furnace..."

Heartache?Didn't the original body directly suck the blood from Jing Xi's wrist?

The plot of the story deviated again, Ye Ling frowned, and unconsciously accelerated the reading speed.

This scroll records lengthy prescriptions, and after careful identification, it can be found that each prescription has more or less adjustments and changes.

After a quick scan, Ye Ling flipped through several scrolls at hand one after another, and found that they were either prescriptions or dense records of symptoms—it could be seen that some were records of the original body's heart disease, and the rest contained "spiritual restlessness", Words such as "red eyes" are not similar.

Picking up the last scroll, Ye Ling thought it was an incomprehensible record, and when he brushed away the dust, he saw a few large characters on the scroll, which seemed to have been rubbed so many times that it was almost blurred.

The moment the scroll was opened, a gust of violent aura instantly filled the entire dark hole.

There are two different writings on the scroll, one of which is the handwriting of the original body, and the other must be the owner of the scroll.

"...There are two methods of offering sacrifices...the sacrificial person either uses the flesh/body as a sacrifice, or sacrifices to the heavens with spiritual knowledge..."

Ye Ling struggled to read, and before he knew it, his vision began to blur. Violence was penetrating his body bit by bit, clutching his heart, making him breathless.

With trembling hands, he curled up on the stone chair, coughing uncontrollably; his consciousness was fuzzy, but the words on the scroll were clearly engraved in his mind one by one.

It turned out that everything was reversed...

It wasn't a heart attack, but his body without wounds was aching every inch of his body. Unspeakable sadness filled his heart. Ye Ling smiled wryly, and coughed up a mouthful of crimson blood, which splashed all over his plain clothes.

In the chaos, there was only a rustling sound, and a person and a bird suddenly appeared in front of Ye Ling.

The young man was in a hurry, he had never changed his clothes, and he was carrying a black iron sword behind his back.

The tall and pure man in front of him looked pale, leaning weakly on the back of the chair, and the plain white gauze was covered with shocking bloodstains.

He leaned weakly on the back of the chair, and there was a scroll open in front of the case, with four bold characters on the title——

Nine Nether Devourers.