Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 1091

Ning Zheyan frowned his picturesque beautiful eyebrows, a trace of ruthlessness flashed past his eyes, but his captivating red lips revealed a hint of an evil smile, and his tone was cold and lazy: "You saved this young master, you must have taken a fancy to this young master's beauty, right?"

Hearing this, the man took the black bowl and walked out.

This caused Ning Zheyan's eyes to become increasingly cold and ruthless. However, the evil smile on her lips was as if it was as beautiful as a mana gem blooming in h.e.l.l.

He didn't know what kind of soup that ugly man gave Ning Zheyan, but after drinking it, Ning Zheyan fell asleep again. This time, when Ning Zheyan woke up, it was already late at night.

The sc.r.a.ping sound that sounded like the howls of ghosts sounded out as it rubbed against the window.

However, this was not the main reason why Ning Zheyan woke up.

It was freezing cold outside, but the interior of the house was not much better either. Even the blanket that he slept in did not have the slightest bit of warmth. It was as cold as steel, causing his entire body to feel as if it had fallen into an icehouse.

Ning Zheyan had already lived with this cold for more than ten years, and he should have gotten used to it long ago.

His body was not warm at all, so naturally, there was not even the slightest bit of warmth in the blanket.

In the winter, he usually slept not in a bed but in a fire pit. The brick bed was made of white marble or black jade, the middle of which was empty and connected to the chimney. As long as he burned a fire, the heat would flow out along the white marble or black jade, and even if he didn't cover himself with a blanket, he would still feel warm lying on top of it.

Naturally, Mu Jin couldn't get through the fire pit in the small hut that was temporarily built for him by the plum garden. However, there was silver coal inside the house that was warm, which was completely different from the outside temperature.

Ning Zheyan's body had also recovered a lot of strength. Even though her hands and feet were stiff from the cold, Ning Zheyan still pulled away the quilts on her body, and slowly got off the bed.

He found the match on the lump in the window.

Ning Zheyan looked at the fiery light that was emitted by the fire piston, and it carried a tiny yet slightly scorching heat as it spread across Ning Zheyan's face.

Afterwards, with her smooth jade-like hands, she threw the fire piston onto the quilt on the bed.

As a result, when Ning Zheyan saw that the star fire had turned into the brilliant flames of the fireworks he had seen the night he had left the Imperial Palace, the smile in Ning Zheyan's eyes became even more enchanting and beautiful.

"It's finally warm." Ning Zheyan threw the quilt ignited with flames onto the ice-cold ground, then stood by the side and started to roast it comfortably.

Very quickly, the tightly shut main door was opened by someone. The sky-high fire just happened to make the ugly man's appearance more distinct. Smoke rose in spirals, causing the man to look a little dazed. He didn't know whether he was angry or not when he saw this scene. Or was he furious?

Ning Zheyan however, leisurely stood in front of the firelight, rubbed her flawless hands, and lazily yet innocently said, "This young master is feeling a little cold."

There was a smile on his lips, but his expression clearly showed that he was a person who refused to listen to others even if he was a thousand miles away.

One could even see that his long and narrow eyes were devoid of any warmth, and were filled with a gloomy and cold aura.

A single quilt was enough for a poor family. No matter how cold it was, the poor family wouldn't burn it to keep it warm, even though it was really warm right now.

However, that ugly man silently turned around and left. Not long after, he came back with a bucket of water covered in a thin layer of ice. He crushed the ice and extinguished the burning flame.

At first, there was only a little bit of fire left in the room, but it quickly disappeared into the cold water and the room was once again plunged into darkness.

He only heard the "puchi" sound of water on the fire and the burnt smell of the burning quilt.

The man opened the closed window to let the smoke out of the room, but the wind that blew in was like a knife sc.r.a.ping against the dry, cold skin.

Ning Zheyan's body that was standing, was like a weak willow; like a gust of wind, it effortlessly swept him up in the air and then fell down ruthlessly.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ning Zheyan began to cough violently, every word seemed to be asking for Ning Zheyan's life.

Under the night sky, the pain and paleness on Ning Zheyan's face was invisible to that ugly man. However, his coughing voice was like the last struggle of a dying person, causing one's heart to suddenly clench when hearing it.

The man immediately walked in front of Ning Zheyan and held onto his shoulder, which was trembling from the severe coughing. Ning Zheyan frowned in disgust, and then he felt a warm energy flow into his body and spread throughout.

That kind of warmth was like the sunlight shining on your body in the spring of March. It warmed up every cell, every hair, and it made people feel very comfortable. "Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

His limbs that were as cold as ice slowly recovered, as if all things that had come in the winter or spring, and became more and more lively.

The coughing sounds gradually became better.

"I didn't expect you to have such profound inner strength." This was the first thing Ning Zheyan said to the man when he stopped coughing.

This man was unexpectedly channeling inner energy into his body, causing his previously weak body to gradually recover. Even his tone of voice was no longer haggard.

"Do you know me?" Ning Zheyan tightly grabbed onto the coa.r.s.e cotton clothes on the man's body with his well-defined fingers. His originally unable to stand still, he straightened his back and stood in front of the man like a straight and upright poplar in the mountains.

"Do you not know how to speak, or do you not want to?" The man did not speak. Ning Zheyan then asked again: "Or, are you afraid that if you say it, I will be able to guess your ident.i.ty?"

"With your body, you shouldn't have such an ugly face, so this face should be fake." Ning Zheyan held onto the man's clothes tightly as he moved along his shoulder, slowly moving towards the man's face.

The skin on the man's neck was still considered delicate, but when it reached his face, it became extremely rough.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable wearing that fake face when you sleep?" Ning Zheyan's tone of voice was lazy and cold, like a night hawk in the desert, causing all the pores on one's body to stand on end, and a wave of unknown trembling came out from the back of their heads.

You have seen an eagle use its sharp beak to peck at a person's flesh piece by piece. You will understand how horrifying Ning Zheyan's tone is now.