Chapter 11 Xiao Yan "You are here." Nalan Qingyi saw Jing Yirong and immediately greeted her, "The girl is awake, but she is unwilling to speak."
Jing Yirong frowned, "Are you interested in her life story? Could it be that you have fallen in love with her and want to take her as a concubine?"
"Yirong, don't get me wrong, I have never thought about it this way, I just..." Nalan Qingyi immediately explained with a serious face.
"Okay," Jing Yirong waved her hand, "I'll go see her and you all go out."
"Okay." Nalan Qingyi left with a helpless face, as he always seemed to make Jing Yirong unhappy.
Jing Yirong was the only one left in the room. Jing Yirong entered the inner room. The woman on the bed had woken up. She sat up straight and faced Jing Yirong's gaze. She didn't even care that the wound on her shoulder opened again. The pure white clothes were covered with
The blood was stained red and showed no intention of stopping.
The dirty clothes were changed, and the messy hair was now draped snugly on the back of the shoulders. She was actually somewhat pretty. Her clothes were stained with red blood, her face was pale, and her eyes were weak. Even after looking at her several times, she actually felt pitiful.
If a man sees me, he will definitely feel pity for me and want to take him into my arms.
Jing Yirong looked at the woman calmly, "If you want to die, don't die in my palace."
The woman was slightly surprised. Jing Yirong chuckled, "You don't think that I would say something like taking good care of my body like that fool? Don't get me wrong, I am not in the mood to care about unimportant people.
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"In that case, why did you save me in the first place?" The woman looked at Jing Yirong questioningly.
Jing Yirong picked up the medicine bowl on the table and smelled it. The bitter smell made her frown, "You're wrong. I didn't think about saving you. It was Zhang Ye who overestimated his capabilities and angered me.
He deserves to die. As for bringing you back, it's all because Nalan Qingyi is a bad person. He will probably talk about it for a whole day if you are left there. I'm tired of it. I'll save you now. If you really want to kill me,
Find a place outside the palace gate where no one will disturb you, and go to hell and don’t dirty my place.”
"You!" The woman's eyes were a little angry and she bit her lip. "All my relatives are dead. There is no place for me to stand in this world. I have no other choice but to die."
Jing Yirong looked disdainful, "If you want to die, just die. Why bother to find a reason for yourself to die?"
"I didn't." The woman said sadly, "God has abandoned me. No one cares about my life or death anymore, no one cares whether I am injured, and no one will accompany me when I am injured."
Jing Yirong suddenly approached the woman, with a gloomy face, and placed one hand on the woman's injured shoulder, letting the bright red blood stain his slender and snow-white hands, "I tell you, in the past, I only wanted to commit suicide when I saw him.
The only thing people can do is to give them a ride. A person who only wants to use death to arouse the sympathy of others has no right to live in this world. They will never know how many people are trying their best to live. I will
I saved you not only because of that idiot Nalan Qingyi, but also because you were tortured like that by Zhang Ye in the restaurant without crying out in pain and without any fear of his insults. Only such people deserve to live, people abandoned by God.
You should work harder to live and let it know that it is the most ridiculous thing for it to abandon you."
The woman stared blankly at Jing Yi's face, never expecting that a princess would have such a state, that she would have an unruly heart under her moon-shy appearance.
"As expected, the color of blood is the prettiest." Jing Yirong raised her blood-stained hand, her starry pupils filled with playful coldness, "I would rather live in human blood than die in the dark."
The woman's whole body was shocked. Jing Yirong's voice was so cold that she seemed to have no feeling, but it seemed to contain too much deep meaning. Alive? When Zhang Ye caught her, her only thought was because she wanted to use her life
I protested to Zhang Ye, but now that I have been saved, I want to die. What a travesty.
Jing Yirong stopped talking and was about to leave. The woman immediately got out of bed, regardless of her injuries, and knelt on the ground, "Thank you, girl, for saving my life."
"Get up," Jing Yirong knew that the woman no longer had any thoughts of death, "What's your name?"
"Xiao Yan."
Jing Yirong nodded slightly, "I'll lend you here for a few days, and you can recover from your injuries before leaving."
"The world is so big, but it's a pity that there is no place for Xiao Yan to go. Xiao Yan is accompanying the girl on her left side, and she is a slave and maidservant to thank her for saving her life." Xiao Yan looked at Jing Yirong calmly.
"I won't stay with anyone who has no value to me." Jing Yirong said unceremoniously.
Xiao Yan raised her head and raised her eyes, "Xiao Yan was born in Jianghu and practiced martial arts since she was a child. If Zhang Ye hadn't used cunning tactics, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to cure me. Xiao Yan knew that the girl's martial arts was not weak, but she only hoped that she could do her best for the girl.
force."
Jing Yirong remained silent. If he wanted to survive stably in this palace, of course he would need strong helpers around him. Xiao Yan was good at martial arts and a person in the world, so keeping her by her side was indeed useful. "Since you have the foundation, then I will
I’ll give you five days to recover from your injuries, and this is the Crown Prince’s uterus, and I am the Crown Princess. Follow me and learn my rules, and don’t lose my person.”
"Thank you, Crown Princess. I will definitely remember the Crown Princess's words." Xiao Yan immediately called her by name smartly, and she would be loyal to Jing Yirong for the rest of her life.
Jing Yirong glanced at Xiao Yan and walked out of the house. She wanted to find time to read the book given by Ye Xieming. Only by constantly strengthening herself can she survive.
Five days later, Jing Yirong was sitting cross-legged on the cotton silk mat in the martial arts training room, eyes closed tightly, and a defensive curtain wall had been formed around him at some point, preventing anyone from getting close.
Ye Xieming's "Martial Arts Secrets" really worked. During the five hours of silence every day, those moves would actually be practiced again and again in her mind, as if someone was teaching her to practice them one by one. What's more, she clearly felt something
A strong air flow was flowing in her body, and she felt a little panicked at first. It wasn't until one day that she accidentally shattered a teacup one meter away from her with a palm, and she realized that the nameless air flow in her body was internal strength.
"Princess, the prince has been waiting for an hour." Xiao Yan's voice came from outside the house.
Jing Yirong drew a circle with her hands on her chest, then gently placed them on her legs, putting away the protective wall built around her. When she stood up and stretched out her arms, the purple gauze automatically covered her arms.
With a gorgeous turn, a white dress is covered with a layer of dreamy purple, there are beads of sweat between the delicate and pretty nose, and the moving eyes are as smart as the stars in the sky, which makes people feel that they have something to hide after just one glance.
Opening the door, Xiao Yan handed over a white towel. Jing Yirong took it and wiped her sweat, "Where is he?"
"The prince is in the pavilion in the imperial garden." Xiao Yan replied.
Jing Yirong handed the white scarf to Xiao Yan again, "Go and have a look."
In autumn, ordinary flowers in the world have long since withered, but only in this royal garden, I don’t know what the florist used, so that all the flowers can bloom in competition, and the bursts of floral fragrance are already flowing in the wind when people arrive.
"You're here." Nalan Qingyi smiled unhurriedly, her soft eyes falling on the flowers, "Look, even though it's autumn, the flowers are still blooming. Life is really beautiful."
Jing Yirong sat opposite Nalan Qingyi, "Besides admiring flowers and reading, you have nothing else to do every day?"
"You're laughing at me again." Nalan Qingyi picked up a cup of tea and took a sip before passing it to Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong took the tea cup and said, "So you're not stupid."
"Yi Rong, I am very satisfied to have you by my side now. You always think that I am useless because I don't know martial arts and will not be able to protect myself in the future. In fact, no one in this world can really hurt me except you."
Jing Yirong looked at Naren Qingyi's affection with cold eyes, "Nalan Qingyi, are you worthy of this country?"
"Ah! No! No!" Before Nalan Qingyi could reply, an urgent voice came from the distance. Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi looked up and saw that it was Cha Zheng who was panicking in the imperial garden.
Running around, occasionally falling down and getting up again, not caring about the bleeding arm.
Jing Yirong frowned and raised his head to find a falcon flying in the air. The falcon spread its wings and quickly flew down towards Cha Zheng. Cha Zheng raised his right arm to block it, and the falcon grabbed it with its hook-like mouth.
Blood immediately gushed out from a piece of flesh on Zha Zheng's right arm.
Xiao Yan immediately stood in front of Jing Yirong and said, "Princess, Prince, please retreat quickly. This beast seems to specifically pick people to attack."
"Only attacking people?" Jing Yirong looked at Falcon.
"Yes." Xiao Yan explained while protecting Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi, "When I was a slave, I had long heard that some noble officials would train falcons to attack people. If any slave made a mistake, he would not be directly punished.
Just release the falcon, let the falcon chase the slave and attack, and let the slave be eaten alive by the falcon and bleed to death."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Qingyi protected Jing Yirong behind her, "I know your martial arts skills are better than mine, but I still want to protect you. If the falcon wants to eat, he will eat my flesh first."
The emotion in Jing Yirong's eyes flashed across her eyes, and she immediately turned to Xiao Yan, "With your martial arts, you can be sure to take down this falcon."
"The closer it gets, the more confident it is." After Xiao Yan said this, she ran out of the pavilion and approached Cha Zheng, using herself to attract the falcon.
Nalan Qingyi was shocked, "She will be in danger."
Jing Yirong didn't speak. She wanted to see what Xiao Yan's skills were, and she felt that Xiao Yan was a smart person and would not do anything that she was not sure of.
After the falcon finished eating the piece of meat, it attacked Cha Zheng again. Xiao Yan supported Cha Zheng and said, "Don't hide, I will avenge you."
Zha Zheng stroked his bleeding arm, his face was pale and he looked panicked. He just glanced at Jing Yirong's cold eyes in the pavilion and knew that Xiao Yan's words meant what Jing Yirong meant. Even though his body was trembling, he did not dare to dodge and closed his eyes.
Seeing the falcon attacking quickly, it was just a death.
The falcon was so fast that it was about to get closer. Xiao Yan could only stare at the talons of the falcon. When the falcon was less than one meter away from them, she suddenly jumped up and grabbed the falcon's talons accurately with both hands.
Then, without any pause, he swung the entire body of the falcon into the rockery next to him.
I'm afraid the Falcon has never been caught like this before. The heavy impact actually caused a trace of blood to flow from its mouth. It just struggled in vain and turned over. It spread its wings but could no longer fly.