Chapter 19 Our Witch Master 2’s soft footsteps when she entered the room just now are enough to show that she has great skills and is also a master. She has an indifferent expression and does not reveal her feelings easily. She seems to be repulsive to others. On the surface, she is harsh to the two princes.
I secretly worry about their health.
She is a person who can clearly see clearly at a glance, but her mystery makes people feel that even with just one glance, she doesn't even notice her. She is really a strange woman.
Nalan Zhijin suppressed his blush before saying slowly, "Brother Qi, I made a mistake last night. It's so abominable that the master is not pitiful at all."
"Agree." Nalan Zhenqi actually had a free hand to clap with Nalan Zhijin. Nalan Zhijin leaned his body against the tree and left his hand, and the two shook hands like-minded.
Jing Yirong walked into the small courtyard and took in the words and actions of the two people. Feng Qingyun said calmly, "Since you are so capable, stand on your head with one hand."
"Ah," they both screamed together.
Jing Yirong clicked her tongue, "You can stop leaning on the tree with your hands."
"Master, we were wrong." Nalan Zhenqi felt that a good man would not suffer the immediate consequences.
"One hand." Jing Yirong said coldly, leaving no room for doubt in his words.
The two of them felt sad for a while, so they had to slowly let go of one hand and get closer to the tree trunk. Fortunately, there was a tree behind them, otherwise they would not be able to stand upside down with one hand.
"What are they doing?" Nalan Qingyi walked into the courtyard with a puzzled look.
Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin immediately expressed their liking, "Brother Prince."
Jing Yirong greeted Nalan Qingyi, "Does it still hurt?"
"Much better," Nalan Qingyi pointed at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "What are the seventh and tenth brothers doing?"
"Handstand."
"I know it's a handstand, but why?"
"Learn martial arts and train your body? Why do you want it too? Well, your other hand is not injured anyway. If you also want to learn martial arts, I can teach you."
"No, no need." Nalan Qingyi waved her hand quickly, "I think they can train well."
Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin closed their eyes in resignation. They shouldn't count on the prince brother at all, because the prince brother was simply afraid of getting to the prince concubine.
Jing Yirong sat down at the stone table in the small courtyard, and Nalan Qingyi sat down opposite her, "I asked Xiao Yan to make a pot of tea, do you want to try it?"
"kindness."
Xiao Yan put down the tea in her hand and stood behind Jing Yirong.
Nalan Qingyi immediately poured a glass for Jing Yirong, tasted it first and then handed it to Jing Yirong, "Try it, it's quite fragrant."
"It's really good." Jing Yirong took a sip, and Nalan Qingyi handed over another half of the pastry, "I just tasted the other half. You can try the new one from the kitchen."
Jing Yirong took the cake again and tasted it carefully.
Nalan Zhijin looked at everything and frowned, "Brother Prince, my mother said that men are heaven and women are earth. Why do you listen to the master so much?"
"That's right." Nalan Zhenqi also felt that it was ridiculous, "Speaking of which brother's wives and concubines are all obedient to them, how come they all changed when they came to you?"
Nalan Qingyi blushed and smiled, "Because I love your master."
"Men don't talk about love easily." Nalan Zhenqi immediately retorted.
Nalan Zhijin agreed, "It's just that men don't talk about love easily."
Xiao Yan smiled lightly, "Seventh Prince and Tenth Prince, do you know what love is?"
"Do you understand?" Nalan Zhijin asked.
Xiao Yan shook her head, "This servant doesn't understand either, but looking at the prince and princess looking like this, I seem to understand a little bit."
"The prince is simply afraid of the master." Nalan Zhenqi said dissatisfiedly, revealing the royal chauvinism in his bones.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin leisurely, "He is afraid of me, but you are not afraid of me?"
"We are not afraid." Nalan Zhijin said with puffed up cheeks.
Jing Yirong smiled, picked up the butterfly on the table with her slender hands, poured out the cakes in the butterfly, and then raised the butterfly with her right hand and flew towards Nalan Zhijin at a speed that was scary.
"Be careful!" Nalan Qingyi and Xiao Yan couldn't help shouting.
Seeing the situation, Nalan Zhijin did not put down his feet and run away. Instead, he remained in an inverted position and just closed his eyes.
Everyone was waiting desperately for the butterfly to hit Nalan Zhijin, but suddenly they felt a gust of wind blowing up, and a green figure flashed past quickly. When everyone saw clearly, Jing Yirong had stopped in front of Nalan Zhijin, and she
He actually held Diezi in his hand, with an indifferent smile on his face, looking at Nalan Zhijin's disbelieving eyes, "How is it? Are you afraid of me now?"
"Not afraid." Nalan Zhenqi answered, "Although you are very powerful, you will not hurt us."
Jing Yirong stood up and did not feel happy because of Nalan Zhenqi's words. She said calmly: "I originally thought it would be difficult to stand on one hand, but now I see that you are having a good time chatting. I guess it is a little easier. From the beginning
I shouldn’t have made you stand on your head against the tree. Come down and don’t use your hands to stand on your head against the tree.”
"How long?" Nalan Zhenqi asked resignedly.
Jing Yirong chuckled, "I'll call you dinner."
"Witch." Nalan Zhijin whispered carefully, Jing Yirong's eyes fell on Nalan Zhijin, "Don't think that I can't hear you because your voice is small. But I like the name Witch, so I won't be punished."
The two people's expressions as if facing a formidable enemy instantly relaxed. It is estimated that only their witch master would like the title of witch.
Jing Yirong sat on the stone chair again, frowning at Nalan Qingyi's shocked gaze, "What's wrong?"
"I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Your martial arts seems to have improved again." Nalan Qingyi didn't know when Jing Yirong became so powerful. It is estimated that even Yu Yingxuan can't beat her now.
"There are so many things you don't know." Jing Yirong said meaningfully.
Life in the palace has been very ordinary recently. Nalan Qingyi has been nursing the injury on his shoulder for ten days, and even new flesh has grown on the injured area.
Even Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin's life is getting better and better. Of course, it's not because Jing Yirong gives them fewer tasks, but because their bodies are getting stronger and stronger. Even if they squat for a night, they can't do it.
I no longer feel sore and unable to walk. As for the handstand, I can hold it for half a day without leaning on a tree with one hand.
Jing Yirong asked Xiao Yan to teach them some simple moves first, and both of them accepted them well. Nalan Zhenqi could practice internal skills, but it was too early for Nalan Zhijin, so Jing Yirong learned from the library in the palace
He found some swordsmanship for Nalan Zhijin to concentrate on practicing. As for Nalan Zhenqi, he slowly began the process of opening up the Eight Meridians of Rendu.
That night, after dinner, Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin decided to start practicing martial arts by themselves in the small courtyard. The two of them were really amazing at the practice, but they saw Nalan Qingyi walking into the small courtyard holding the quilt on the bed.
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Nalan Zhenqi had a clear look on his face, "The prince has recovered from his injury, so he wants to sleep with the master."
"Me," Nalan Qingyi rubbed her nose again out of habit, feeling a little embarrassed, "your master won't let me sleep in her room."
"Where do you want to sleep, Prince?" Nalan Zhijin asked immediately, "But Brother Qi and I have already slept in separate rooms. It's okay if you sleep with me."
"No need, I can just sleep there." Nalan Zhenqi pointed at the door.
"Go away?" Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin couldn't help shouting.
"Shh, keep your voice down." Nalan Qingyi covered Nalan Zhijin's mouth, "Do you want your master to come out and give us all a lecture?"
"But Prince Brother, how can your majestic Prince sleep in a dormitory?" Nalan Zhenqi immediately lowered his voice and whispered.
Nalan Zhijin nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."
Nalan Qingyi touched Nalan Zhijin's head and smiled at Nalan Zhenqi, "You will understand in the future."
"Since you don't want to practice martial arts anymore, I won't force you to hang it on the tree." Jing Yirong's cold voice came from the house.
Nalan Qingyi glanced at Nalan Zhijin and Nalan Zhenqi helplessly, feeling helpless.
Nalan Zhijin and Nalan Zhenqi stuck out their tongues at each other, moved their bodies gently, and stood on the thick tree trunk in the small courtyard. They rotated and hooked their feet on the tree trunk, and their entire bodies hung upside down on the tree like bats.
This is another exercise after handstand, and the master also praises its name. After training the blood to flow backward, even if you go crazy in martial arts and the blood reverses, it will be fine, but who believes it?
Inside the room, Jing Yirong put his hands together in parallel and placed them in front of him, then rotated them counterclockwise, withdrawing the internal energy of his body and slowly calmed down the boiling blood.
She had almost finished practicing the book that Ye Xieming gave her, but it was getting more difficult towards the end, and every time she performed the exercises, she could feel like a fire dragon moving in her body, and she could go crazy if she was not careful.
, I guess it wasn’t that simple for Ye Xieming to hand this book over to him.
"Did you say the master fell asleep?"
"How would I know?"
"I guess he fell asleep."
"Then let's chat, okay? Brother Prince, what do you like about our master?"
"I don't know, I just think I like it?"
"Is there no reason? The King of Heaven has been mentioning to find me a concubine these days, but I'm not 15 yet, so I don't want to find a concubine for the time being."
"Brother Qi, what is a concubine?"
"Tenth brother, my concubine is a human being."
"He's the one who helps us solve our physiological problems."
"Brother Qi, what is your physiological condition?"
"Yeah, didn't your wet nurse tell you?"
"I didn't tell you. Brother Prince, what is your physiological condition?"
"Ah. This, this, you will understand later."
"Hey, does the master have any physical condition?"
Boom, there was a sound of the body falling to the ground, and then it flew up to the tree trunk and hung there.
"Brother Qi, what's wrong with you?"
"Keep your mouth shut. If the master hears it, we will be dead. If I ignore you, you will always be dragged down."
"Brother Prince, did I say something wrong?"
"No, no." He yawned, "You continue to practice, I'll go to sleep first."
"Brother Qi, the prince is asleep, and I think the master is asleep too, so just tell me."
"I don't know." After decisively refusing, he closed his eyes and rested his mind. The master said that practicing martial arts can also be a kind of rest. Now it seems to be true.
Jing Yirong's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier inside the house. Sure enough, someone was sleeping outside the house and she felt a little relieved. However, the words of the three people came to her ears word for word. It seems that she will take her two idiot apprentices with her tomorrow.
Let your stupid husbands learn a lesson and let them know the importance of women!