Chapter 10 Martial Arts Secrets "Huh?" Nalan Nanxian exclaimed, then lost his attitude and immediately calmed down, "There is no problem for my brother to give his robe to his sister-in-law, but if someone is interested and sees it, he will just spread the word and spread it.
I'm afraid it will cause trouble."
Jing Yirong smiled charmingly, "You are the second prince of the Ming Dynasty. If this little thing can spread, I'm afraid no one will take you seriously. My sister-in-law felt a little cool today and she just borrowed a robe from her uncle.
There are no excuses. Of course, if you don’t want to borrow it, then forget it, just pretend I never said anything, excuse me and excuse myself.”
"Sister-in-law, you are serious." Nalan Nanxian immediately stood up and blocked Jing Yirong's path, took off the robe that was wrapped around him and handed it to Jing Yirong, "Just borrowing a robe from sister-in-law is not a big deal."
Jing Yirong's bright eyes slightly raised, "If I let you put it on for me, would it be considered a big deal?"
Nalan Nanxian was startled, with doubt and inquiry in her eyes. What exactly did she want to do? But there was really no other emotion in her charming eyes except bold and unbridled seduction.
"Why don't you want to?" Jing Yirong could see clearly the vigilance in Nalan Nanxian's eyes. This man was too hypocritical and ruthless to hide that he was no match for her.
Nalan Nanxian confirmed Jing Yirong's innocent beauty, slowly raised his hand around Jing Yirong's head, and gently put it on Jing Yirong, "Sister-in-law, do you feel warm?"
"The natural warmth you put on me." Jing Yirong's stunning and charming face broke out into a smile.
Nalan Nanxian felt an itch in his heart. He was truly charming and charming.
Jing Yirong suddenly frowned again, and sighed softly with her bright-colored thin lips, "Alas..."
"What's wrong, sister-in-law?" Nalan Nanxian was immediately worried.
The fish took the bait, Jing Yirong hid the joy in her eyes, delicate and sad, "Since ancient times, beauties have always had a bad life, I'm afraid that one day I will be the same."
"Why did sister-in-law say this?"
"You also know that although your eldest brother is a prince, his temper is a bit weak. I once thought that as a prince, I would have nothing to worry about, but I didn't know that I was always bullied in this deep palace. I want your eldest brother to report to the king.
I sought a prince's palace outside the palace and temporarily left the humiliation in the palace. But unexpectedly, your eldest brother was too gentle in temperament and couldn't open his mouth. Since I was poisoned last time, I have also given up on your eldest brother.
I'm looking forward to it, but I don't care whether he accepts it as a concubine or not. I'm afraid that one day I will lose my life without knowing it." Jing Yirong looked sad, holding on to her sleeves to face the autumn wind, she looked so weak and delicate in another way.
Nalan Nanxian was already a bit lustful, but when he saw Rujing, although he couldn't break the relationship, he was extremely concerned, "Sister-in-law, why did you say Ruyan? After the poisoning last time, I think my eldest brother will love my sister-in-law even more and will not let her do it again."
No harm comes to you."
"Is it true?" Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Nanxian helplessly, "You know your elder brother's temperament better than I do. He doesn't know how to take care of me."
"Nanxian, are you willing to protect me?" Jing Yirong suddenly stepped forward and held Nalan Nanxian's hand, begging.
Nalan Nanxian was stunned and suddenly withdrew his hand, "Sister-in-law, you..."
"Sure enough, it was just my wishful thinking," Jing Yirong said with a pale face, "I thought you were willing...but I thought..."
Nalan Nanxian paid careful attention to Jing Yirong's expression, and couldn't find any falsehood at all. However, he couldn't let go of the doubts in his heart easily, so he deliberately looked solemn and said, "Sister-in-law, do you know what you are talking about?"
Jing Yirong pushed Ye Xieming away. Even though he couldn't see the face under the mask, he could still imagine his proud expression. Suddenly he remembered something and raised his fingers and said softly: "Come here?"
"I like my women to take the initiative." Ye Xieming stretched out his hand to caress Jing Yirong's cheek, but unexpectedly, Jing Yirong opened his mouth on one side of his face and bit Ye Xieming's palm, biting hard until he felt something in his mouth.
He never let go of the smell of blood.
Ye Xieming let Jing Yirong bite him. Jing Yirong glared at Ye Xieming and then relaxed, "It's boring."
"Boring?" Ye Xieming hummed, "You are the only person in this world who can bite me and still be alive."
"You are the only person in this world who can survive after kissing me." Jing Yirong replied coldly.
"Haha," Ye Xieming raised his head and laughed, "The woman I like is indeed different. I'll give you a chance to kill me."
"I never kill anyone who doesn't resist." What Jing Yirong is most ashamed of is not fighting back against a person who is more skilled than herself.
Ye Xieming's eyes widened, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to twist Jing Yirong's neck, "Do you think I will give you such a chance?"
Jing Yirong didn't understand Ye Xieming's thoughts at all. One moment she could let herself bite him, but the next moment she suddenly wanted to kill herself. She felt like she was breathing less and less, but Jing Yirong didn't reach out to stop Ye Xieming's movements.
He just tried his best to smile and said, "You are a qualified enemy."
After saying this, Ye Xieming suddenly stopped moving again, letting go of his hand and his laughter became thicker, but it made people feel that it was both evil and evil.
"Giving you a chance to kill me doesn't mean I won't fight back." Ye Xieming took out a book and handed it to Jing Yirong, "If you practice all the martial arts in this book, you might be able to kill me. But it didn't work.
People also have a result, death."
"Martial arts secrets?" Jing Yirong looked at Ye Xieming, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"You are qualified to be my woman." Ye Xieming was arrogant.
Jing Yirong looked at Ye Xieming intently, "Believe me, you will regret your decision."
"I, Ye Xieming, have not regretted anything yet." Ye Xieming smiled wildly, but disappeared into the air the next second, and not even a human figure could be found.
Jing Yirong looked at the tattered book without even a title, "The moment Ye Xieming kissed me, it already meant that you were dead." Her ears twitched, and Jing Yirong said coldly, "You haven't read it for so long.
come out?"
"Slave, I have seen the Crown Princess." Cha Zheng's body was trembling.
Jing Yirong was indifferent, "Since when did you start seeing?"
"Slave, slave..."
"answer."
"I only saw the man handing the Crown Princess a book," the police inspector replied Shen.
"I don't want anyone to know about this."
"My slave will not tell anyone about this," Zha Zheng said hurriedly, fearing that Jing Yirong would kill him to silence him.
Jing Yirong handed the robe he was wearing to Zha Zheng, "This dress really makes me sick, so I burned it."
"Yes," Zha Zheng hurriedly took it, "Princess, the prince asked his servant to inform you that the girl we rescued today has woken up."
"Troublesome man." Jing Yirong put away the book and walked towards the crown prince's palace. Suddenly he recalled Ye Xieming's kiss, and the smell of him suddenly felt familiar. Could it be that Jing Yirong knew him in the past?