Seeing that Nalan Qingyi was anxious for the first time, Nalan Zhenqi hurriedly comforted him, "Okay, brother, don't be anxious, I must have said something wrong. Since you have confidence, we will teach you."
"Yes," Nalan Zhijin also nodded quickly.
Only then did Nalan Qingyi laugh again, "By the way, we can't be discovered by Yi Rong. It's better to do this from now on. After we practice martial arts, we will come to my small courtyard to teach me."
"good."
"Work hard together!" Nalan Qingyi stretched out his hand, and Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin immediately put it up. The three looked at each other, "Come on!"
From that day on, Nalan Qingyi decided that his goal was to become a martial arts master. Unfortunately, his dream was full and his reality was very dry. Nalan Qingyi has been practicing a handstand for two days, and he still needs to do it in Nalan Qingyi.
It was completed with the help of Lan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin.
On this day, after practicing martial arts, Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin secretly ran to Nalan Qingyi's courtyard to teach him to practice handstands.
Jing Yirong looked at the two people leaving in a hurry and couldn't help but show doubts, "Zha Zheng, what are they doing mysteriously these two days?"
Zha Zheng lowered his head, and what he feared most happened. The prince and the two princes asked him to keep it secret. If the prince didn't ask, he could pretend to be stupid, but if the prince asked him, how could he not answer.
"You two guys told you not to tell me?" Jing Yirong understood.
Zha Zheng nodded hurriedly and excitedly, "Yes."
Jing Yirong smiled mischievously, "It's a pity that your master seems to be me."
The next moment Zha Zheng was dejected again. Why did he think that his master would let him go? "Actually, the two princes are..."
"Forget it, I won't embarrass you," Jing Yirong rarely showed mercy, "They should just let you keep a secret about what they did. They didn't ask you to keep a secret about where they are going now. I'll let you go. You only need to say that they are now
Just go wherever you want. I'll 'find' what they're doing myself."
Zha Zheng burst into tears with gratitude, "They went to Luoxi Hall."
"They went to find Nalan Qingyi?"
Zha Zheng looked pitiful and said, "Didn't you say you would let me go?"
Jing Yirong glanced at Zha Zheng and said, "It's too boring. I'll go to Luoxi Hall to have a look, so you don't have to follow me."
"Thank you, Crown Princess." Zha Zheng thanked her hurriedly and followed Jing Yirong for several months. To outsiders, Jing Yirong might seem cold and ruthless, but she had never had a bad look towards her slaves, and of course she never had a good look. But at least
He would not punish his slaves, nor would he take it out on them no matter what happened. He could be considered a golden master.
In Luoxi Hall, Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin were both sitting on the tree, looking anxiously at Nalan Qingyi's swaying legs, which were out of reach.
"Brother Prince, come closer, we can't even catch your legs." Nalan Zhenqi complained.
Nalan Qingyi's head was down and his legs were up, but every time he stood up, he staggered down. He couldn't even rely on the tree trunk to stabilize his body, so Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin used the stupidest method.
The best way is that the two of them climb the tree first, and then one of them grabs Nalan Qingyi's leg.
Unexpectedly, Nalan Qingyi couldn't hold on for such a short time. As soon as he stood on his head, he was about to catch it and fell to the ground the next second.
Nalan Qingyi was lying on the ground, looking up at the two people in the tree depressedly, "Why can't I stand on my head?"
"I don't know." Nalan Zhijin said innocently: "Brother Prince, are you not suitable for martial arts training?"
"Impossible, I don't believe I can't do it as long as I work hard." Nalan Qingyi was stimulated by Nalan Zhijin's words and immediately stood up, turned his hands downwards, and stood upside down facing the tree.
The two long legs were wobbly. Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin lowered their bodies and tried their best to grab Nalan Zhijin's legs.
"Brother Prince, point left, left. Oops, you're going in the wrong direction, I mean left, not right. No, no, your legs are too far apart and you can't catch them at all. Just hold on, hold on, we're going to
Caught."
Nalan Qingyi suppressed her blush, and her palms hurt from the uneven ground, "Okay... okay?"
"More to the left."
"That's wrong, it's on the right." Nalan Zhenqi reached out and patted Nalan Zhijin's head, "You said it wrong."
Nalan Zhijin touched his hand and said sheepishly, "Brother Prince, I made a mistake. Just click to the right."
"Ah", Nalan Qingyi grimaced while sweating profusely, but suddenly felt that the light seemed to be a little darker. The first thing that caught his eyes was his slender and soft waist. His eyes were raised upwards, with a beautiful face
His face was reflected on his face, and he was shocked to see the person coming. He lost his last bit of persistence and fell to the ground in an instant.
Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin were so nervous when they saw Jing Yirong that they both fell to the ground.
In front of the prince and princes of the Kingdom of Hades, who fell to the ground, Jing Yirong frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing?" Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin hurriedly stood up and helped Nalan Qingyi, who fell to the ground.
Nalan Qingyi put his scratched hands behind his back and hurriedly smiled, "It's okay, it's okay."
Jing Yirong had long seen the blood oozing from Nalan Qingyi's palms, "Why do you practice handstands?"
"Me," Nalan Qingyi was not suitable to lie at all. He glanced to the side and looked at Nalan Zhenqi for help. Nalan Zhenqi immediately understood, "Because the prince brother made a bet with us, saying that he can stand on his head.
, we didn’t believe it, so the prince wanted to prove it to us.”
Jing Yirong glanced at the three of them coldly, and they all looked horrified by him.
Jing Yirong lowered his body, patted the dust off Nalan Zhijin's body, and spoke slowly when the three of them thought they were trying to hide the truth, "Zhenqi, if you want to make up something decent in the future, you will make a bet with others.
Will you help others complete a bet and then let yourself lose?"
Nalan Zhenqi was speechless.
"Tell me, what are you doing?" Jing Yi looked at Nalan Qingyi with a straight face.
Nalan Qingyi then said resignedly, "I'm asking my seventh and tenth brothers to teach me martial arts. They said they want me to practice handstands first."
Nalan Qingyi's face turned red when he heard Jing Yirong's surprised words, "Yeah."
"Why are you so angry?" Jing Yirong blurted out.
The three Nalan brothers looked at each other with the same confusion, "What do you mean?"
Jing Yirong coughed dryly, "Are you sick?"
"Cough." This time it was Nalan Qingyi who coughed.
"You go back to practice, and I will have a few words with your prince brother."
"Yes," the two Nalan brothers gave Nalan Qingyi a "take care of yourself" look at the same time, and left in a hurry.
Jing Yirong walked directly to Nalan Qingyi's room, "Now let's talk about why we need to practice martial arts."
"That day I saw you and General Yu practicing martial arts in the small courtyard. You were so in sync with each other, it was like watching a couple of heroes wandering the world. I, I also know that you have always looked down on me and thought
I'm useless. I've always felt that fighting is not good since I was a child. Even when I returned to the palace, I still felt that as long as I didn't provoke others, others wouldn't fight against me, so I never had any plans to practice martial arts. But that day when I saw you and Yu
The way you look at the general, and the smiles you give each other, I suddenly want to practice martial arts, and I want to be the one standing in front of you." Nalan Qingyi said in frustration: "It's just that I can't practice even a handstand these days.
Perhaps he has passed the age of practicing martial arts long ago."
The slit in the chest seemed to open slightly again, and another warm current entered. This time, even the blood could feel the warmth deep down.
"Not everyone can practice martial arts. Some people are born to practice martial arts, and some people won't be able to practice anything even if they work hard all their lives."
"I just don't have talent." Nalan Qingyi looked at the scratches on his palms in frustration.
Jing Yirong sighed, "You have something that martial arts practitioners don't have, and Yu Yingxuan can't learn from you."
Surprise burst into her heart instantly. Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong, "Is what you said true?"
"I don't bother to lie. It's fine if you don't believe me."
Nalan Qingyi hurriedly shook his head, "No, I believe it, I believe it. But what do I have that martial arts practitioners don't have?"
"..." Jing Yi Rong choked.
Nalan Qingyi smiled bitterly again, "You are comforting me."
"Kindness," Jing Yirong gritted her teeth. She was the most disgraceful of his kindness, but she couldn't bear to see the slight heaviness in his face that was as bright as ever.
Nalan Qingyi was surprised again, "Do you really think so?"
"Yes," Jing Yirong reluctantly affirmed.
"I always thought you hated me for being so useless," Nalan Qingyi's smile deepened, like sunshine.
Jing Yirong looked at the face in front of her and felt that she was used to it. I hate it, but she probably said it because she was used to it. This fool actually believed it.
It was the first time Nalan Qingyi was praised by Jing Yirong. She almost danced and rubbed her hands without caring about the pain in her palms.
Jing Yirong frowned unconsciously, "You want to rub all the skin on your palms to pieces?"
"Ah?" Nalan Qingyi lowered his head and found some blood oozing out of his palm, and smiled stupidly.
Jing Yirong felt a little irritated after looking at Nalan Qingyi's smile for a long time, so she stood up and left. What Nalan Qingyi said last night flashed in her mind, and she slowly said, "Put that broken bed in the corridor tonight
Throw it away and tidy up the room next door to sleep in."
After saying that, he walked out of the house without giving Nalan Qingyi any chance. Nalan Qingyi was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed. When Jing Yirong's figure disappeared in Luoxi Hall, the smile at the corner of his mouth slowed down.
Slowly, things changed, and I actually felt like a naughty person.
Nalan Qingyi looked at the palm that was not injured at all, and his eyes rolled with a few strange rays of light. Only after getting along with him for nearly half a year did he truly understand what kind of person Jing Yirong was and what kind of shortcomings he had.
, he finally knew how to slowly break Jing Yirong's tough shell.
There was a sly smile on his whole face. It was obviously still the same gentle and jade-like face as before, but because of the different and unbridled brilliance in his eyes, the whole face gradually lost its gentleness and was replaced by a playful and frivolous smile.
Jing Yirong was the first person who made Nalan Qingyi show his true smile. No, it should be said that it was the current Jing Yirong who made him show his true nature. Jing Yirong can be reborn and become a different person. Nalan
But there is someone in Qingyi that no one knows and cannot possibly know.