Chapter 30 Nalan Xinyu’s Cooperation When Jing Yirong returned to the Crown Prince’s Palace, Nalan Qingyi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, “Yirong, where have you been? Prince Xi Tao went to complain to his father.
, my father is furious."
"I don't have time to care about him," Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi, "Now I'm going to find Nalan Xinyu, and Nalan Zhenhai will be left to you to deal with. If you can't appease him, don't appear in front of me again.
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Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong in shock, and nodded slightly after a long time, "I understand."
Jing Yirong sneered, "I'll let him live for two more days."
"You want to kill him?" Nalan Qingyi asked worriedly.
Jing Yirong glanced at Nalan Qingyi and walked out without answering. She went straight to the Run Pavilion where Nalan Xinyu was. The servants took a few steps back in fear when they saw Jing Yirong's appearance again.
Jing Yirong approached Nalan Xinyu's hut, and the noisy sounds entered her ears. A group of slaves were kneeling at the door of the house, all feeling like a disaster was about to happen. Jing Yirong stood at the door and saw Nalan Xinyu beating him like crazy.
Looking at the surrounding objects, vases, teacups, bronze mirrors, everything she could come across, she swept them all off the ground.
The room was full of messes and Nalan Xinyu cried, "I don't want to marry that pervert, I don't want it!"
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Xinyu mockingly, "Do you think your father won't marry you to Bu Xitao if you break things here and smash vases?"
Nalan Xinyu turned around with tears on her face. When she saw Jing Yirong, her face was full of grievances, "Sister Yirong..."
Jing Yirong stepped into the house, locked the door, and chose a neat place to sit down, "Don't call me sister, it's disgusting."
"Are you here to see my joke?" Nalan Xinyu then felt that she already loved her Jing Yirong, sniffed and asked resentfully.
Jing Yirong glanced sideways at Nalan Xinyu, "I don't have such leisure time."
"Then what are you doing here?" Nalan Xinyu raised her voice unconsciously.
Jing Yirong stood up and looked at Nalan Xinyu coldly, "What's wrong, little princess, you always thought that your father who dotes on you has chosen the city between you and the city. How do you feel?"
Listening to Jing Yirong's sarcastic words, Nalan Xinyu's tears fell again. The father she loved the most and trusted the most actually gave her to that incompetent pervert prince Yu Bu.
In my father's heart, compared to his country, it was nothing.
Jing Yirong walked towards Nalan Xinyu, "Tears are the most worthless thing. Are you awake now?"
"Sober up," Nalan Xinyu said with a sad expression, "Even if my father dotes on me, I am still no match for his empire. He will not protect me. He would rather sacrifice me for his empire."
"So you're not stupid."
"Jing Yirong, don't be proud. My eldest brother will treat you like this one day. Even if my eldest brother is deeply affectionate for you now, when he becomes king one day, he will still love the country even more." Nalan said heartily.
She said with hatred, her sadness and despair made her less afraid of Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong sneered, "Nalan Xinyu, I'm not as pathetic as you. I never thought about asking any man to love me, and I'm not stupid enough to let others decide my own affairs."
"He is my father and the king of this country. There is nothing I can do about it." Nalan Xinyu screamed in a hoarse voice, his whole body filled with despair.
There was no expression on Jing Yirong's face, and the light in his eyes was so cold that people couldn't bear it. He looked at Nalan and said in his heart like a joke, "It doesn't matter if he is the king, as long as you want to, you don't have to."
marry."
"Impossible," Nalan Xinyu shook his head in confusion.
Jing Yirong walked towards Nalan Xinyu, came close to her ear, and whispered as sharp as a blade, "As long as Bu Xitao dies, you don't have to marry."
Nalan Xinyu was shocked, and a horrifying feeling surged into her heart from the soles of her feet, slowly spreading throughout her entire body.
Jing Yirong patted Nalan's heart and said, "What? Are you scared? Your legs are weak just after hearing a few words?"
"You..." Nalan Xinyu was so shocked that she had not yet recovered.
Jing Yirong's contemptuous eyes fell on Nalan Xinyu's slightly pale cheeks, "I originally wanted to show you a clear path, but I didn't expect you to be so bold. Since this is okay, just wait to marry
Bu Xitao, I feel a little excited thinking about how Bu Xitao will torture you after marriage. How long do you think you can persist, or will you commit suicide in less than a month?"
"No," Nalan Xinyu shook her head in panic.
Jing Yirong chuckled softly, "You know Nalan Xinyu very well, and Bu Xitao will definitely know it. Maybe he will get tired of playing with you after less than a month, and then he will reward you to one of his slaves.
It's possible. I heard that many masters in Yubu use this method to make their slaves loyal. To think that you, the majestic princess of the underworld, will end up with a jade-armed pillow that can be used by thousands of people. It's a bit like a plant that can be tasted by thousands of people."
"No, no!" Nalan Xinyu screamed in fright.
Jing Yirong's eyes froze, and she grabbed Nalan Xinyu's collar, "If you don't want to marry Bu Xitao, you have to die. If he dies, can you live a happier life? I'll give you one last chance, do you want to help?
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Nalan Xinyu's tears were still there, and new tears climbed up her cheeks. A pair of red and swollen eyes looked at Jing Yirong pitifully. She was afraid that she was really afraid of marrying Bu Xitao, and was afraid of the scene Jing Yirong said.
It would happen, but she didn't dare to listen to Jing Yirong.
Jing Yi let go of Nalan Xinyu and snorted contemptuously, "It's useless."
Nalan Xinyu's body actually fell to the ground because of Jing Yirong's letting go, with her hands on the ground and her whole body trembling. Jing Yirong gave her a cold look and turned around to leave.
Nalan Xinyu grabbed the hem of Jing Yirong's clothes in panic, "No, don't go. Help me, I don't want to marry Bu Xitao. As long as I'm not allowed to marry Bu Xitao, I will do anything, really anything."
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Jing Yirong knelt down and said, "Nalan Xinyu, your own destiny must be in your own hands. Listen to me and I will let you get the result you want."
Nalan Xinyu nodded in confusion, "I, I will do as you say."
Jing Yirong smiled with satisfaction, "Bu Xitao, it's time for you to pay off your debt."
After listening to Jing Yirong's words, Nalan Xinyu tidied up the house, took a bath, dressed up, looked at the pretty face in the bronze mirror, and took a deep breath, "You can definitely do it, you can definitely do it.
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Jing Yirong stood behind Nalan Xinyu, "I'll give you a chance to regret it."
"I don't regret it!" Nalan Xinyu nodded calmly.
"Very good, remember everything I just said." Jing Yirong held up a beaded twig and crossed it for Nalan Xinyu.
Nalan Xinyu nodded cautiously.
Dinner time was coming, Nalan Xinyu was sitting at the table wearing a bright red dress, looking at Bu Xitao who was sitting next to him with a smile on his face, he forced himself to smile, and personally delivered the wine to Bu Xitao, "Prince Xitao
please."
Bu Xitao reached out and grabbed Nalan Xinyu's hand, caressing it gently, staring at Nalan Xinyu's fragrant shoulder exposed in the air with his narrow eyes, "I heard that the princess invited me to drink, I felt
Overjoyed."
"Prince Xi Tao should drink this glass of wine first," Nalan said in her heart, suppressing the nausea in her heart, "It's not too late to speak after drinking."
"Okay, okay." Bu Xitao then took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Nalan Xinyu immediately poured another glass of wine for Bu Xitao, "I have long heard that Prince Xitao drinks a lot. How about staying with Xinyu until he gets drunk today?"
"It's rare for the princess to be in such a mood. I will definitely stay with her until the end." As Bu Xitao spoke, he put his hand on Nalan Xinyu's shoulder.
Nalan Xinyu smiled softly and poured wine into Bu Xitao's mouth one glass at a time.
Bu Xitao's thirst entered his stomach, and his movements towards Nalan Xinyu became bigger and bigger. His big palm fell on Nalan Xinyu's waist and squeezed softly. His drunken eyes were dancing, his lust was even greater, and his whole body was close to Nalan Xinyu.
He said, and started to pull her clothes.
Nalan Xinyu pushed Bu Xitao away and ran into the inner room, "Prince Xitao is coming after me."
Bu Xitao smelled the fragrance left by Nalan Xinyu and followed Nalan Xinyu's figure into the inner room, "Haha, I'm here, little sweetheart."
Nalan Xinyu looked at Bu Xitao's lustful look, and began to laugh slowly, tearing off his clothes and messing up his headdress. Bu Xitao looked at Nalan Xinyu inexplicably, and then laughed.
He staggered closer to Nalan and said in his heart, "I understand, you want to play a game with me."
After saying that, he rushed towards Nalan Xinyu. Nalan Xinyu hurriedly avoided and shouted, "Help."
Bu Xitao had been blinded by desire for a long time and actually thought that Nalan Xinyu was playing games with him. What was even worse was that his body was getting hotter and hotter. Looking at the warm and fragrant nephrite in front of him, the emptiness in his heart became more and more.
He couldn't hear what Nalan Xinyu was saying, so he directly grabbed Nalan Xinyu's arm, pulled her towards him, and rushed forward impatiently.
Nalan Xinyu felt Bu Xitao's big palm roaming around her body, and her fear became more and more intense. She screamed in surprise. Little did she know that Bu Xitao's power was hundreds of times greater than hers, no matter what
No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't get rid of him.
The clothes he tore just now gave Bu Xitao a chance to squeeze Nalan Xinyu's body roughly with his rough palms. Nalan Xinyu's helpless tears had already fallen away, and he raised his feet to face Bu Xitao's body.
The lower body was kicked hard.
Bu Xitao stood up in pain. Nalan Xinyu walked out of the inner room and wanted to escape from the house. Before he could reach the door, Bu Xitao caught him back and knocked him back to the table.
The food and wine were scattered all over the floor. Nalan Xinyu was also injured. She raised her head and saw Bu Xitao's movements that were completely out of control. Fear came to her heart little by little. Why hadn't the help Jing Yirong said arrived yet? Why was no one there?
Come and save her.
She crawled on the ground bit by bit, crying as Bu Xitao approached. Bu Xitao grabbed Nalan Xinyu and slapped her down, "Damn it, you dare to kick me." After saying that, he sat down on Nalan Xinyu.
Lan Xinyu began to tear off her few clothes.
Jing Yirong stood on the roof, turning a deaf ear to Nalan Xinyu's cries for help inside the house. Nalan Xinyu naively thought it was just a pretense. Didn't she know that a cunning and cunning person like Nalan Zhenhai could
You will be deceived by pretense.
"Ruthless enough." Ye Xieming was already standing beside him at some point.
Jing Yirong's tone was indifferent, "It's just that Nalan Xinyu is too stupid."