Suo Qingjun Chapter 19

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Half of the red candles were burned out, and silence finally returned to the auditorium where all the guests had dispersed.Qing Feng’an stood outside the door of his new house. His bright red wedding dress made his face look even clearer. His fingertips were hanging on the door and he didn’t move.

There was a slight noise in the house, the rustle of cloth rubbing against each other.He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Jin Xianling has taken off her red hijab. After the disguise, Su Wanning has a gentle face, but there is lingering paranoia hidden in her eyebrows.He was sitting on the edge of the bed, fingertips caressing the embroidery of Luan and Phoenix on his wedding dress. When he saw Qing Feng’an come in, his eyes suddenly lit up with a fiery light. When he stood up, the hem of his skirt swept across the ground, bringing with it a faint scent of ink – that was Jin Xianling’s unique aura, which could not be concealed no matter what disguise he took.

“Master.” He spoke, his voice deliberately imitating Su Wan Ning’s gentleness, but there was a hint of familiar affection at the end.

Qing Feng’an closed the door behind her back. The red color of her wedding clothes intertwined with the candlelight in the room, making his eyes darken.”Miss Su, how do you arrange it?”

“Don’t worry, Master.” Jin Xianling chuckled lightly, raised her hand to wipe off the disguise cream on her face, revealing her originally handsome but sinister face. The black lining was exposed from under the wedding dress, which was incompatible with the red celebration. “I have placed her in a courtyard on the outskirts of the city and sent a special person to take care of her. I will send Xuanyin Pill on time every day to ensure that her life is safe.”

He walked slowly towards Qing Feng’an, the obsession in his eyes undisguised: “From now on, I will be your ‘wife’, and I will stay with you day and night. No one can disturb us anymore.”

Qing Fengan turned sideways to avoid his approach, and said in a cold tone: “Jin Xianling, don’t forget our agreement – you can only hide behind the scenes, and you are not allowed to interfere in Xuanqingzong affairs, let alone expose your identity.”

“Of course I remember.” Jin Xianling stopped, with a submissive smile on her lips, but the pleasure of control surged in her eyes, “As long as I can stay by Master’s side, I will do anything.”

He turned around and walked to the table, poured a glass of wine for Qing Feng’an, and handed it over: “Master, drink a glass of Hexin wine to make our ‘good relationship’ come true.”

The wine glass was handed to him, and Qing Feng’an looked at the sloshing wine in the glass, reflecting his cold eyebrows.He knew that drinking this glass of wine meant that he had completely fallen into Jin Xianling’s plan. From then on, he and this paranoid and crazy disciple would face each other day and night in the Xuanqing Sect in the name of “husband and wife”.

He didn’t answer, but said coldly: “I don’t know how to drink.”

Jin Xianling’s hands froze in mid-air, and the smile in her eyes faded a bit, but she didn’t force it.He retracted his hand and drank the wine in one gulp. The liquid slid down his throat, with a spicy heat, but it could not warm the paranoia in his heart.”It doesn’t matter, Master doesn’t want to, so I’ll just wait.” He put down his wine glass and his eyes fell on Qing Feng’an, as if he was admiring a lost treasure. “I used to be able to wait for five years, but now that I’m guarding you today, I can wait even longer.”

Qing Feng’an stopped looking at him and turned towards the soft couch outside: “I’ll sleep here tonight.”

Jin Xianling did not object, but there was an imperceptible haze in his eyes.He knew that Qing Fengan still had a grudge in her heart, and the humiliation of five years of imprisonment could not be erased by a calculated marriage.But he is not in a hurry. He has plenty of time to polish off Qing Feng’an’s edges little by little, so that he can get used to his own existence and this controlled “being together.”

As the night gets darker, the halo of red candles casts swaying shadows on the ground.Qing Feng was lying on the soft couch, eyes closed but not sleepy.On the bed not far away, Jin Xianling’s breathing was steady, as if she had fallen asleep, but Qing Feng’an could clearly feel that there was a fiery gaze that was always stuck on her body, with an indescribable possessiveness.

This is his married life – with a madman, in what the world sees as a “good relationship”, performing an unknown imprisonment.

The next morning, when Qing Feng’an got up, Jin Xianling had put on a simple and elegant women’s clothes, disguised herself as Su Wan Ning again, and was sitting at the table preparing breakfast for him.The porridge is the lotus seed soup that Qing Feng’an used to drink, and the side dishes are exquisite, which are all his favorites.

“Master is awake?” Jin Xianling raised her eyes and spoke in a gentle tone. If she didn’t know the truth, anyone would think that she was a considerate wife.

Qing Feng’an didn’t speak and sat down directly.He knew that Jin Xianling was using this method to penetrate his life bit by bit, allowing him to accept this twisted companionship in a subtle way.

In the days that followed, Jin Xianling abided by the agreement and never revealed her identity. She took care of Qing Feng’an’s daily life as Su Wan Ning. Occasionally she would accompany him for a walk in the courtyard, or sit quietly and study ink while he was handling sect affairs.He behaved meekly and considerately, and performed the role of a “good wife” so vividly that even the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect praised the sect master for marrying a gentle and virtuous wife.

But only Qing Feng’an knew what kind of crazy paranoia was hidden under this meek appearance.

At night, Jin Xianling would take off his disguise and lie next to him. Even if Qing Feng’an always had a cold face, he could not help but reach out and gently touch Qing Feng’an’s hair, or put his arm around his waist, feeling his body temperature, his eyes full of obsession.If Qing Feng’an shows any resistance, he will tighten his arms, not with much force, but with a control that cannot be broken away, and whisper in a low voice: “Master, don’t push me away, just let me hold you like this.”

Qing Feng’an could only freeze in place and let him hold her.He tried to resist, but Jin Xianling’s cultivation level had long surpassed him. Every time he resisted, he was easily suppressed, which resulted in deeper madness and paranoia in Jin Xianling’s eyes.As time passed, he stopped struggling and just sunk his mind into the heart of the sword, trying to find a trace of peace in this suffocating companionship.

On this day, Qing Fengan was practicing his sword in the back mountain, and the Liushuang sword technique was used. The sword light was like frost and snow flying, and the cold air was overwhelming.Jin Xianling looked like Su Wanning, standing in the corridor not far away and watching, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, her eyes full of fascination.

After practicing to the fullest, Qing Feng’an slashed out with his sword, and the sword energy shook the fallen leaves around him.Suddenly, he noticed something strange – in Jin Xianling’s breath, in addition to the familiar fragrance of ink and the coldness of Xuanyin Qi, there was also a faint smell of blood.

He sheathed his sword and turned around, looking at Jin Xianling: “Are you injured?”

The gentleness on Jin Xianling’s face paused, and then she shook her head: “No, Master is worrying too much.”

Qing Feng pressed closer, her eyes falling on his sleeves – there was a faint hint of dark red there.”Who hurt you?”

Jin Xianling lowered her eyelids, avoided his gaze, and lowered her voice: “I was just scratched accidentally when I was dealing with some small things. It’s okay.”

Qing Feng’s heart sank.He knew that Jin Xian was hiding behind the scenes and would definitely not be content.This bloody smell may come from those who try to find out the identity of “Su Wanning”, or it may come from those who prevent him from controlling himself.

“Jin Xianling,” Qing Feng’an’s voice was as cold as ice, “I warn you, you are not allowed to use force within the Xuanqing Sect, let alone hurt innocent people.”

Jin Xianling raised his head, a trace of grievance flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a strong paranoia: “Does master care about me?” He took a step forward, regardless of Qing Feng’an’s resistance, reached out to hold his wrist, “As long as master has me in his heart, I am willing to listen to you in anything. But if someone wants to hurt you, or want to break us up, I will never be soft.”

There was a slightly cool temperature on his fingertips, and the smell of blood in his palms intertwined with the fragrance of ink, stinging Qing Feng An’s head.

“Let go.” Qing Fengan struggled to break free from his hand, took a step back, and distanced herself. “Remember your identity and don’t get into trouble.”

Jin Xianling looked at his cold side face, the grievance in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a trace of madness that was determined to win.He knew that Qing Feng’an’s concern might not be sincere, but it was enough to make him ecstatic.

“I listen to Master.” He lowered his head meekly, and the dark red on his sleeves was covered up. “As long as I can stay with Master, I will listen to you in everything.”

The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting long shadows on the two of them.Qing Feng’an’s hand holding the sword hilt tightened slightly, and her heart felt cold.He knew that this marriage, which started with calculation, would not be peaceful in the end.Jin Xianling’s paranoia and madness were like a bomb buried around him that would explode at some point, dragging him and the Xuanqing Sect into an abyss of eternal destruction.

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