Jing Yirong's round eyes were open. No matter how hard she closed her eyes, she couldn't fall asleep. She sat up helplessly and looked at the front of the house. There was no longer a dark shadow on the window paper. Since when had he been able to sleep peacefully with her?
Jing Yirong stood up and walked into the courtyard without putting on her clothes. The autumn wind was bleak, and the coldness came in waves. This kind of coldness was really suitable for practicing martial arts. The corner of her mouth slightly raised. She had already let Zhenqi and Zhijin live in her small courtyard for convenience. Now that she thinks about it,
I really didn't make the wrong decision.
He stepped open the door of Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin's room and pulled them into the small courtyard without any explanation.
"Practice." Jing Yi's face is neither salty nor bland.
Nalan Zhenqi hugged his shoulders and shook his teeth, "Master, you mean now?"
"has a problem?"
"No, let's go put on some clothes first and then come." Nalan Zhenqi pulled Nalan Zhijin and wanted to go back.
Jing Yirong stepped forward and pulled their collars, "What clothes are you wearing? This is just right."
"But it's so cold." Nalan Zhijin said pitifully.
Jing Yirong showed a smile and said, "No need to put on clothes, you just have to take a walk first and let the teacher find you something warm."
"Yes," Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin then obediently walked into the horse stance. You must know how deadly it is to wear thin undershirts in the late autumn night.
The little prince could not stand such suffering, and sleep slowly came over him. They walked with their eyes half closed and their posture unsteady.
Jing Yirong appeared at the gate of the courtyard with a bucket in one hand. Seeing that the two of them were drowsy, Jing Yirong did not wake them up. He just poured all the cold well water in the bucket over their bodies.
"Ah!" "Ah!"
The sounds of killing pigs came from the two of them, and the cold well water scratched their delicate skin like blades. The two of them lost all sleep in an instant, and looked at Jing Yirong with wide eyes, "Master."
"Stand up the horse." Jing Yirong turned a blind eye to the two men's trembling lips and said stiffly.
"It's so cold," Nalan Zhijin said pitifully.
Jing Yirong grabbed Nalan Zhijin's collar and said, "This is called coldness? Zhijin, don't you want to rescue your mother? Just because you sleep in bed every day, do you think you can rescue your mother?"
Is that too whimsical? You can leave now and don't recognize me as your master, but I want to tell you that your mother is in the dungeon now, surrounded by rats. She has to fight with other prisoners to eat.
If I can’t take a bath once a year, I don’t know when I’ll die.”
"You are not allowed to talk about my mother!" Nalan Zhijin was angry again.
Jing Yirong let go of Nalan Zhijin, "Then I'll stab you hard. If you get too cold, I'll throw you into the river. Let's see who saves your mother after you die."
Nalan Zhijin glared at Jing Yirong fiercely, his little body almost unsteady and he made a horse move unconvinced.
Jing Yirong turned to Nalan Zhenqi, "Why don't you change your mind? Haven't you had enough of the glares and humiliation in this palace?"
Nalan Zhenqi has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is full of nobility, but he has never practiced martial arts since he was a child. He only occasionally rides horses and shoots arrows. Now that he thinks about the humiliation he suffered in daily life, he feels that the coldness on his body is nothing, and he obeys me obediently.
Do what Jing Yirong says.
Jing Yirong entered the house with satisfaction and said just before closing the door: "You can go to bed when I fall asleep."
The two of them looked at each other again, thinking that Jing Yirong fell asleep very quickly. However, neither of them thought that Jing Yirong was not sleepy at all. They had been in bed for almost two hours, and as long as the slightest movement of his body made him fall asleep,
When he fell to the ground, Jing Yirong's voice would come out from the room, "Can't hold on anymore? Another bucket of water?"
The two of them were immediately frightened and took up their positions again. Their thin bodies had long been sore and numb and they had lost consciousness. They didn't feel that their legs were still theirs. They just wished they could pass out immediately.
"Go back to sleep." Jing Yirong suddenly spoke. The two of them thought it was their own hallucination. After Jing Yirong said it again, they were sure that they had heard correctly and immediately sighed deeply.
However, his feet no longer worked. Nalan Zhijin fell to the ground and could not get up no matter how hard he tried. His feet were so painful that tears welled up in his eyes.
Regardless of the pain in his waist, Nalan Zhenqi bent down and wanted to pick up Nalan Zhijin, but his hands were shaking desperately and he couldn't help himself, and his heart was very anxious.
The door facing them was suddenly pushed open. Jing Yirong was still in single clothes. She stood with an indifferent expression, "Now do you know that there are things in this world that you can't do?"
Neither of them spoke, and there was some resentment in their hearts.
Jing Yirong sighed, stepped forward and picked up Nalan Zhijin, letting him lie on her shoulder. The other hand was handed to Nalan Zhenqi, who looked at it for a long time before slowly handing it to him.
With his hand, Jing Yirong led the two of them into their house.
Nalan Zhijin was lying on the bed, his feet cramping constantly. Nalan Zhenqi was sitting next to him, looking at a loss.
"Go and change your clothes," Jing Yirong smoothed Nalan Zhijin's feet and massaged them intently, saying to Nalan Zhenqi without looking back.
Nalan Zhenqi still wanted to speak, but Jing Yirong suddenly raised his head and said, "Have you any objections? Do you want to continue walking on horseback?"
"I don't want to," Nalan Zhenqi immediately obeyed and went over.
Jing Yirong used some skills to make his palms warm and caress Nalan Zhijin's legs, which relieved some of his pain, and gradually the cramps disappeared.
Nalan Zhijin's eyes were red, and tears still fell. After all, he was only a six-year-old child.
Jing Yirong smiled and wiped away the tears from Nalan Zhijin's eyes, "Little one, don't cry, you are a man."
"It's so cold, it hurts." Nalan Zhijin's childish voice was a little hoarse, and he probably had a cold.
Jing Yirong nodded, "I know, but if you want to defeat me and rescue your mother, this is the only way."
"You are a bad woman." Nalan Zhijin concluded seriously.
Jing Yirong refused to refute, "I never thought about being a good woman."
"I hate you."
"I hate you too."
"I hate you."
"Each other."
"I am going to kill you."
"We'll wait until you change your teeth."
"I..." Nalan Zhijin rolled his eyes several times but couldn't find anything to say. He turned his head angrily and ignored Jing Yirong.
Nalan Zhenqi walked out of the inner room, having changed into dry clothes all his life, "Master, have you practiced like this before?"
"Before?" Jing Yirong suddenly fell silent. Was she so happy before? It was just such a simple practice.
Nalan Zhenqi stepped forward and asked, "Master, why don't you speak? Have you been like this before?"
"no."
"You still let us do this," Nalan Zhenqi whispered.
Jing Yirong stood up and walked towards the door, looking at the incomplete Yue Ya in the black screen and said lightly, "When I was a child, if I didn't practice well, my master would ask my brothers who were better than me in martial arts to beat me. Those who couldn't resist would die. I
I didn't want to fight back at first, so I fainted twenty times in a month, and continued to beat me when I woke up. So later I learned to fight back, and used any method to fight back, whether it was pretending to be unconscious or pretending to be pitiful. In the end, the ten children only
Two people have lived, and I am one of them."
Nalan Zhijin and Nalan Zhenqi listened blankly, suddenly feeling that their master was so pitiful and distressed.
"Don't pity anyone!" Jing Yirong suddenly turned around and looked at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "If a person wants to kill you for the first time, you shouldn't give him a second chance. You have to know what you want to do.
The person who killed you will never change his mind, don't expect him to change for the better."
After saying that, Jing Yirong left the house. Nalan Zhenqi climbed into bed and slept next to Nalan Zhijin. Although his whole body was cold and sore, he was thinking silently.
Nalan Zhijin hugged Nalan Zhenqi's body and said in a low voice: "Brother Qi, isn't the master very pitiful?"
"Master is amazing." Nalan Zhenshi thought for a long time before replying calmly.
There was silence in the room, and the two of them fell asleep after a tired night. The next day, the two of them still caught a cold and had a high fever.
Jing Yirong sat in the room and looked at the servants in the room who looked like they were about to be in trouble. He pouted and walked to the bedside and looked at the witch doctor, "How is it?"
"Both princes are suffering from cold, but fortunately they are not infected with pneumonia. I will prescribe medicine to relieve the cold and make the two princes sweat. The fever will be gone this afternoon." The witch doctor answered respectfully.
"If I have a high fever, will I get pneumonia?" Jing Yirong asked.
The witch doctor was puzzled, but still replied, "I will prescribe some preventive medicine and use some witchcraft to protect the two princes' bodies. The two princes will not be infected with any disease again."
"Have you taken any medicine that is immune to all poisons?"
The witch doctor was slightly stunned, "I don't know."
"What's the meaning?"
"If the Crown Princess asks me if there is this medicine in the palace, I will definitely answer no. But I dare not answer that there is no such medicine in the world. The world is so big, there are people who are knowledgeable about witchcraft, and there are people who have cultivated and become immortals. I am afraid that there are also people like this.
Waiting for extraordinary medicine."
"I understand." Jing Yirong suddenly thought of Ye Xieming, and whether his ability to perform illusions also meant that he had such medicine.
Jing Yirong stepped forward and lifted the sheets off Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "Don't pretend to be dead, get up."
"What are you doing?" Nalan Zhijin frowned, "We are all suffering from the cold."
"The witch doctor said that you can just drink the medicine and sweat a little. Do you really think it's a serious illness? After drinking the medicine, let me practice handstand in the sun." Jing Yirong turned to the witch doctor, "The witch doctor should do more sweating exercises.
Living should be more beneficial to the wind and cold.”
"Well...yes." The witch doctor replied hesitantly.
Jing Yirong crossed his arms and said, "If you don't get up, I will fetch a bucket of water so that you can wake up again."
"Let's get up." Nalan Zhijin and Nalan Zhenqi immediately put on their clothes, rushed into the small courtyard while the slaves were stunned, and began to practice handstands facing the tree. The sun did make people feel a little warm.
, just the smell of the medicine that just entered the stomach also made people feel reflux, and there was a bitter taste in the mouth.
"Witch doctors, can their bodies bear it?" Jing Yirong asked.
The witch doctor nodded, "Young and strong, of course."
Jing Yirong chuckled, "It's best this way. It's much easier to practice without any worries."
The witch doctor couldn't help but take a look at his master, the Crown Princess, for the first time. She looked like a fairy, and her body was slender and frail, but she exuded a shocking aura that even a man could not match.