Chapter 15: Watching the fun, this idiot has been sleeping at the door for the past few days, guarding him. I guess he mustered up the courage to say that he wanted to enter the house today. Even though there was a slight feeling of strangeness in his heart, he still scoffed at the fact that this man would actually sleep in the door.
There is nothing regal about a woman outside her room.
Sunlight seeped into the room bit by bit, carefully sculpting the stunning cheeks of the woman inside the gauze tent. The early morning light was not piercing, but only a warm warmth remained, just like Nalan Qingyi's whole body.
Temperature-like.
Jing Yirong slowly opened her eyes, letting the light diffuse into her eyes. There was a slight blank in her mind, but she couldn't help but smile. When her thoughts returned, the smile immediately faded. She sat up and looked around, and it was actually daytime! It was actually daytime!
I didn't expect that I would sleep so deeply and peacefully.
"Xiao Yan." Jing Yirong called, intuitively Xiao Yan was beside her.
The door was pushed open, and it turned out to be Xiao Yan. She put the water aside and said, "Princess, please wash your face. The prince is waiting for your meal in the side hall."
"How long have you been back?"
"Three hours later, I have obtained the item."
"Bring your things and follow me to a place after breakfast."
"Yes." Xiao Yan thought about what she had not planned to say but said it, "Princess, when I came back, I found that the prince was sleeping outside the door."
"I know," Jing Yirong said after washing up, "Just get used to it."
Xiao Yan was surprised by Jing Yirong's indifference, but she didn't ask any more questions and followed Jing Yirong towards the side hall.
Nalan Qingyi stood up to greet Jing Yirong. The snacks on the table were all made according to Jing Yirong's taste. Before Jing Yirong could move his chopsticks, he considerately picked up a few pieces of cake for Jing Yirong, and gave each piece of cake to Jing Yirong as usual.
They all had a taste first.
Jing Yirong took it as a matter of course, "What are your plans for today?"
"Second brother asked you to go archery." Nalan Qingyi replied with a slight smile.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi. Today he was still dressed in elegant cotton clothes, with long silky hair hanging behind his back. Only a few hairs were lifted up with a green belt, and a few strands of long hair were disobediently scattered between his temples.
Against his slightly thin body, he looked gentle and weak, "Can you hold an arrow?"
"Yes," Nalan Qingyi faced Jing Yirong's question awkwardly, "Am I so useless in your eyes?"
"Don't you always know?" Jing Yirong asked politely.
Nalan Qingyi sighed and still whispered softly, "Are you going?"
"No," Jing Yirong stood up after eating and was about to leave.
Nalan Qingyi looked at the pastries on the table in confusion. She really only ate a few of the pastries she had tasted. Should she be glad that she believed in herself, or did she not believe in anyone at all? Nalan Qingyi felt bitter.
As I ate, I just felt like I was eating something but not tasting it. It was indeed a different scenery, clothes and appearance, but why did I sink deeper into it?
"Have you brought anything?" Jing Yirong asked Xiao Yan behind her as she walked.
"Bring it."
"Very good, today I'm going to find out who wants to harm me." Jing Yirong walked all the way to the 'Luoju Garden' where Xinyu lived.
"I have seen the Crown Princess." When the servants in Luojuyuan saw Jing Yirong, they immediately knelt down and saluted. The current Crown Princess was no longer someone they could offend.
Jing Yirong glanced lightly, "Where is Princess Xinyu?"
"In the inner room." The slave replied cautiously.
After Jing Yirong got the answer, he walked forward and pushed open the door of the inner room. Zhenxinyu was facing away from him, carefully embroidering something in front of the embroidery frame without raising his head, "Ju'er, you slave, didn't I tell you?
Don't bother me, are you asking for a beating?"
"I'm sorry to disturb the princess, but what should I do if I don't want to leave?" Jing Yirong walked into the inner room. When Xinyu heard Jing Yirong's voice, she immediately turned around nervously and stood up, her eyes a little panicked, "So it turns out
, it turns out to be Sister Yirong."
Jing Yirong stepped forward, raised the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "I won't kill you, don't be so nervous."
Xinyu's face turned a little pale again, and she fell down on the small stool unsteadily.
"Xiao Yan, close the door for me. Don't let anyone in. I want to discuss the matter with the princess." Jing Yirong was suddenly talking to Xiao Yan, but his eyes were fixed on Xinyu.
Xinyu watched helplessly as the door closed, leaving herself and Jing Yirong alone.
Jing Yirong's eyes fell on the unfinished embroidery on the embroidery stand, "For Yu Yingxuan?" She had not forgotten her previous words, but she did not hide her admiration for Yu Yingxuan in front of Jing Yirong.
"Yes," Xinyu nodded lightly, wringing her hands nervously, "Sister-in-law, what do you want from me?"
Jing Yirong withdrew his gaze, took out the things in his arms and put them on the table, "Among these tea leaves, which one was Nalan Nanxian's original request for you to give to me?"
Xinyu was slightly surprised, "Where did these come from?"
"The only outcome of trouble is death." Jing Yirong's face was expressionless, and Xinyu immediately lowered his head to check, "I don't know why, but after that day, all the tea leaves that second brother asked me to give you have disappeared, including other
There is no room left.”
Jing Yirong had expected it, so he asked Xiao Yan to go to Nalan Nanxian's palace to steal it, hoping that he would keep it in his palace.
Xinyu looked at each type of tea carefully, and finally shook her head, "There is no such tea here."
"Look carefully?"
"Yes."
"It's best not to let me know that you lied." Jing Yirong looked at Xinyu warningly, "And if you find this kind of tea in the future, give it to me."
Xinyu nodded obediently, "I understand."
Jing Yirong stood up to leave when Xinyu suddenly said, "Why did sister Yirong suddenly treat me like this? Aren't we very close before?"
Jing Yirong stopped and looked at Xinyu silently.
Xinyu was shocked, but she still asked, "Did I do something wrong?"
"Your existence itself is a mistake." Jing Yirong recalled the last smile on the face on the tall building, cold-bloodedly staring at the words in his heart a thousand years ago, "Whether it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, the debt you owe will
You have to pay it back yourself.”
Xinyu looked confused, "I don't understand."
Jing Yirong ignored Xin Yu and pushed out the door. If she stayed for one more second, she would be afraid that she would not be able to control herself and would kill her directly.
Seeing Jing Yirong leaving in a hurry, Xiao Yan quickened her pace and followed her, "What's wrong with the Crown Princess?"
"Nothing." It seems that it will take some effort to find out the truth about the poisoning. Only by getting closer to Nalan Nanxian can we know the truth.
Jing Yirong thought of Nalan Qingyi and Nalan Nanxian shooting arrows together, and it was an opportunity to meet him openly, "Go to the archery range."
"Yes." The two of them walked towards the archery range together, but stopped because of the noise.
Following the noise, I saw several children quarreling. No, I was told it was two older boys bullying a younger boy.
"Zhijin, you still haven't apologized." A boy about thirteen or fourteen years old said to Nalan Zhijin.
Nalan Zhijin held a wooden sword in his hand and looked stubborn, "I'm not wrong. It was you who insulted my mother first."
"Insult? What Seventh Brother said is true," another boy said, "Your mother was already imprisoned by your father, and now she is just a substitute prisoner, a bitch."
"Don't scold my mother!" Nalan Zhijin's handsome face became even more angry, and he pointed his wooden sword at the boy, "Seventh brother, ninth brother, you are not allowed to scold my mother, otherwise I will not let you go."
Jing Yirong crossed her shoulders and watched the good show in front of her. It turned out that the 13-year-old seventh prince Nalan Zhenqi and the 10-year-old ninth prince Nalan Zhenyun jointly bullied Nalan Zhijin.
"Princess, do you want to help him?" Xiao Yan said with dissatisfaction.
Jing Yirong shook his head, "It's not good to be nosy."
Although Xiao Yan had intentions, she could not resist Jing Yirong and could only follow and watch.
Nalan Zhenqi walked towards Nalan Zhijin, stretched out his foot and lightly kicked Nalan Zhijin's back knee. Nalan Zhijin's legs softened and he knelt heavily on the ground. Nalan Zhenqi looked at it with a smile and disdain.
Looking at Nalan Zhijin, "You won't let us go? What ability do you have to not let us go? Your mother has been imprisoned for a long time. Do you think your father will look at you more if you go to complain?"
Nalan Zhenyun smiled proudly, "Seventh brother is talking about, tenth brother, do you think your father will look at you seriously?"
Nalan Zhijin stood up again, "I will not complain to my father, I will defeat you on my own."
"What a joke," Nalan Zhenqi stepped forward, grabbed Nalan Zhijin's collar and lifted him up easily, "Just you?" After saying that, he threw Nalan Zhijin out, you know a 15
It is easy for a 6-year-old boy to deal with a 6-year-old boy.
Nalan Zhijin fell heavily to the ground, his palms were bleeding, and his face was bruised from hitting the ground.
Nalan Zhenyun immediately stepped forward and squatted in front of Nalan Zhijin, "Tenth brother, don't ask for trouble. If you agree to get under Ninth Brother's crotch, we will let you go. What do you think?"
"No!" Nalan Zhijin shouted forcefully.
Nalan Zhenyun stretched out her hand and grabbed Nalan Zhijin's ear, "Humph, you are indeed a bitch. Your mother is a bitch and you are also a bitch."
Nalan Zhijin took Nalan Zhenyun's hand and said, "My mother is not a bitch!" He pulled off Nalan Zhenyun's hand, put it in his mouth and bit it down, causing Nalan Zhenyun to feel pain.
He yelled, stretched out his other hand and slapped Nalan Zhijin.
The crisp slap immediately made Nalan Zhijin let go of his mouth. Heavy palm prints fell on his face, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. Nalan Zhijin had tears in his eyes but held it in desperately. He couldn't cry. If he cried, he would
will be looked down upon.
The Seventh Prince Nalan Zhenqi, who had been standing aside, stepped forward and pulled Nalan Zhenyun away, squatted down and looked at Nalan Zhijin, and said stiffly, "You'd better not cry."
"I won't cry!" Nalan Zhijin shouted in a tearful tone, obviously he couldn't bear it anymore but he didn't dare to admit defeat.
Nalan Zhenyun saw this and kicked Nalan Zhijin again, "What do you call it? It's so noisy."
Nalan Zhenqi frowned and looked at Nalan Zhenyun, "What are you doing?"
"Seventh Brother, I, I'm teaching him a lesson." Nalan Zhenyun didn't expect that Nalan Zhenqi would suddenly look at him.
Nalan Zhenqi smiled slightly, "If I weren't here today, would you still dare to teach him a lesson? Zhenyun, compared to my tenth brother, you are really far behind."