Chapter 16: Give him a slap and give him a knife in return. "Seventh Brother, don't you hate him?" Nalan Zhenyun asked timidly, not knowing why Nalan Zhenqi suddenly changed direction.
Nalan Zhenqi looked at Nalan Zhijin, "The fall just now was to give you back what you used to do to your mother to humiliate me. I originally wanted to hit you a few more times, but now I suddenly feel that you are better off without your mother."
I’ve gained a bit of backbone and it’s not so unpleasant anymore.”
"What is backbone?" Nalan Zhijin actually asked with his eyes wide open.
Nalan Zhenqi laughed, "You should really read more books. I really don't know what your mother, who only knows how to bully others, taught you?"
"Don't talk about my mother." Nalan Zhijin continued to defend his mother.
Nalan Zhenyun looked at the scene in front of her in surprise. She obviously asked the seventh brother to bully the tenth brother, but she was not surprised that the seventh brother suddenly talked and laughed with the tenth brother. He unconsciously took two steps back, fearing that the two
People suddenly bullied him and ran away secretly.
"Nalan Zhenhai's three sons, the seventh prince, the ninth prince and the tenth prince, did you see anything?" Jing Yirong suddenly asked Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan replied, "The seventh prince beat the tenth prince obviously because he was bullied by the tenth prince before. Although it is not good to bully the small, but there is still revenge. The reason why he gave up halfway was because of the tenth prince's arrogance. Obviously he is a man who knows how to cherish talents.
People. As for the ninth prince who escaped, he is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and bullies others with his stick."
"Not bad," Jing Yirong walked towards Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin.
When Nalan Zhijin saw Jing Yirong, he immediately picked up the wooden sword on the ground and said, "Bad woman, what are you doing here?"
Nalan Zhenqi saluted, "Zhenqi has met my sister-in-law."
"Get up," Jing Yirong turned to Nalan Zhijin, "After practicing for so long, you can only use a wooden sword to deal with me?"
Nalan Zhijin was stunned and said, "This is from the nanny. You won't hurt yourself with the wooden sword."
"Little one, you really haven't grown up yet." Jing Yirong took the wooden sword from Nalan Zhijin's hand. With just a slight movement, the small wooden sword turned into powder and disappeared as it flew in the air.
Nalan Jinzhi stared at the scene in front of him with his eyes widened in disbelief, and Nalan Zhenqi also looked shocked.
Jing Yirong smiled and said, "How about it, little one? How long do you think it will take to rescue your mother now?"
"I don't know." Nalan Jinzhi looked frustrated, "You are so awesome."
"How about you follow me?" Jing Yirong suddenly asked, "I will give you a real sword and teach you real martial arts."
"Impossible! If I want to kill you and save my mother, you won't teach me martial arts and give me a real sword." Nalan Jinzhi obviously didn't believe it.
"Xiao Yan," Jing Yirong called out, Xiao Yan knowingly took out a dagger and handed it to Jing Yirong, and Jing Yirong placed it on Nalan Jinzhi's hand, "Do you believe it now?"
Nalan Jinzhi didn't know the importance at all, so he stabbed Jing Yirong with a dagger. Nalan Zhenqi's heart tightened, "Be careful."
Jing Yirong effortlessly clamped the dagger, and with another slight movement, the dagger was broken into two halves. Nalan Zhijin was even more powerless, "You are so powerful."
"So only if I teach you can you kill me one day. No one in the palace can be more powerful than me." Jing Yirong said seductively again.
Nalan Zhijin thought for a long time, then reluctantly nodded, "Okay, I'll let you teach."
"Kneel down." Jing Yirong suddenly ordered.
Nalan Zhijin was stunned, pursed his lips, and knelt down on one knee to suppress his reluctance for his mother, "I have met the master."
"Very good, remember that I am not your sister-in-law. In your eyes, I am just your master and enemy." Jing Yirong said, "From now on, if you move to the Prince's Palace, no one will bully you again."
Nalan Zhenqi looked at Jing Yirong. He had long heard that the princess' temperament had changed drastically, but he never expected that she would become so chic.
"What are you looking at? Who is your mother?" Jing Yirong turned to Nalan Zhenqi.
Nalan Zhenqi lowered his head, "My mother has passed away."
"That's why Zhijin used to use his staff to bully you," Jing Yirong should be glad now that he closed the flower hall, otherwise Nalan Zhijin wouldn't know what kind of useless man he would be when he grows up.
Nalan Zhenqi nodded in agreement.
"How about you follow me?" Jing Yirong asked.
Nalan Zhenqi raised his head in surprise, "Is it okay?"
"I like revenge." Jing Yirong said calmly: "But you must know that if you follow me, you can't say a bitter word again, let alone embarrass me in front of anyone. Don't wait too long for the revenge you deserve.
Years later, I hate the saying that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. If anyone hits you, you should pay it back immediately, even if it costs you your life. Otherwise, waiting until the tiger falls and bullying you will only make people laugh."
"Zhenqi understands."
Jing Yirong nodded with satisfaction, "I only accept apprentices and don't teach younger brothers." The 13-year-old prince who was born in a deep palace has already matured like a modern 18-year-old. In two years, he will be old enough to take concubines, and even more so.
What's more, take revenge when it's time to take revenge, and put aside your own selfish interests and her taste if it pleases you.
"Disciple has met the master." Nalan Zhenqi immediately knelt down on one knee in understanding.
"Okay, today you also pack your things and go to the Taiwang Palace. That will be where you live from now on. There is only one rule when you enter my house. If someone slaps you, you must slap him in the face. There is also a famous saying, it is better to lose face than to lose face."
Life is even more shameful."
Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin looked at each other, half understanding and half not understanding.
"Princess, something serious has happened." Cha Zheng suddenly ran over with a solemn look on his face.
Jing Yirong glanced lightly, "The king is dead?"
"Ah!" Zha Zheng was surprised, while Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin had dark faces. The master could tell what he said. It was too bold. If others heard it, it wouldn't be enough to chop off their heads.
"Tell me, what exactly is going on?" Xiao Yan has begun to get used to Jing Yirong's temperament. On the surface, it can only be described in four words as cold-hearted and weak-tempered. Nothing and no one can catch her eye, but she
I don’t know why she can easily make them obey her orders like this. Is it because they see her hidden deepest side?
Zha Zheng calmed down and spoke again, "The prince is injured."
Jing Yirong frowned, "Injured? Where are you now?"
Jing Yirong glanced at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "Do you want to go back to pack your things or come with me to the Prince's Palace to see your Prince Brother first."
Even though they are both princes, there are still differences in how they call Nalan Qingyi. Princes like Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, who were born to unidentified mothers, can only be called Nalan Qingyi who is the prince.
Prince Yi is not as good as Nalan Nanxian, who can be called big brother.
"Brother Seven, what do you think?" Nalan Zhijin looked at Nalan Zhenqi.
Nalan Zhenqi looked at Jing Yirong, "We want to see the prince first."
"We might as well go take a look together." Jing Yirong didn't object and walked back first. Couldn't Nalan Qingyi save her a day?
The most lively place in the Prince's Palace today is the small garden where the Prince lives. It is covered with three layers inside and outside. Nalan Nanxian led all the princes to stand beside the bed, looking at the pale people sitting on the bed with worried expressions.
Nalan Qingyi looked at him with a smile on his face. The witch doctor was bandaging the wound on Nalan Qingyi's shoulder.
When everyone saw Jing Yirong entering, they immediately nodded and saluted. They were all ordinary people and of course they didn't need a big salute. Just as the witch doctor was about to kneel down, Jing Yirong stopped him with a cold voice, "Leave me alone as I bandage you."
"Prince, how are you?" Nalan Zhenqi looked concerned. Nalan Nanxian patted Nalan Zhenqi's shoulder, "Seventh brother, don't worry, eldest brother is fine."
"Second brother, why did the prince get hurt?" Nalan Zhenqi asked.
After saying that, someone walked out of the crowd, "It's all your fault, Third Brother, and my men, who didn't have long eyes, accidentally shot the eldest brother. However, the Third Brother had gouged out his eyes as punishment. It would have been wrong to hurt the eldest brother."
He should be left in this world, but I have to listen to my eldest brother’s plea.”
The third prince also expressed dissatisfaction with his subordinates. Jing Yirong listened silently without making any response.
Nalan Qingyi didn't seem to hear what the others said, but looked at the silent Jing Yirong affectionately, holding her hand close to him, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."
"I'm not worried." Jing Yirong replied softly. She really felt that there was nothing to worry about. Injury was a part of her previous life. As long as she didn't die, there was nothing to worry about.
The light in Nalan Qingyi's eyes dimmed a little, but Nalan Nanxian looked a little proud when he saw everything. However, that pride did not escape the corner of Jing Yirong's eyes. Now that he was so proud, sooner or later he would have to take his own money with him.
The profit is returned.
Jing Yirong raised his head and looked at the third prince again, "What does the slave mean by punishing this master?"
The third prince was stunned, "What do you mean, sister-in-law?"
"It has been said in ancient times that Yunzi did not teach his father. I think it is also the master's fault that the slaves are not good. You only punished one slave but did not regret it at all. There is no guarantee that you will teach the same ignorant slaves in the future." Jing Yirong spoke softly.
He was indifferent, but his eyes were sharp, "You are a prince and I won't punish you. Just go and kneel at the gate of your own palace for six hours."
The third prince thought it was ridiculous, "How could I, a high-ranking prince, kneel down as a punishment? My sister-in-law is clearly deliberately making things difficult."
"Aren't you going?" Jing Yirong glanced at the third prince fiercely.
Seeing the situation, Nalan Qingyi immediately said, "There is no need for clothes and appearance..."
"Shut up!" Jing Yirong suddenly interrupted Nalan Qingyi's words and looked directly at the third prince, "Two options, one, I will find a blind slave to shoot you with an arrow; two, go and kneel at the door of your own palace.
Six hours."
"You," the third prince said angrily, "sister-in-law, I don't want to be too pushy, but I also want to see which slave dares to shoot an arrow at me."
"If the Crown Princess needs it, I am willing to be that blind servant." Xiao Yan suddenly said, "It's just that my archery skills are not good, and I am afraid that if the shot misses, it will hurt the third prince's life, but I am also willing to do it."
Be prepared to sacrifice your eyes or your life as punishment."
Jing Yirong smiled lightly and said, "Third Prince, which one do you choose? Of course, if you don't choose either one, we can also go to meet the father and solve the problem in front of the brothers. It can be said that you, a slave, made a mistake accidentally, but
If I get in front of my father, I'm afraid it will be said that it was your master who caused your servant to hurt the prince. This is not a small crime?"
"You!" The third prince stared at Jing Yirong, as if he wanted to kill her. Nalan Nanxian stepped forward and pushed the third prince, "So what if you kneel for six hours? Do you really want me to cum?"
Are you still hoping that this matter will turn out to be different and spread to your father?"