Chapter 40 A strange combination of circumstances 1 "Ah!" Linglong screamed in fright, and kept kicking Xiao Yan with both legs, who was unconscious and fell to the ground. The little face that was just red now turned into a white face.
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Jing Yirong frowned, grabbed Linglong's collar and threw her out, "If you ask me to kill you again."
The guests in the room looked at what was happening in front of them at a loss. Just a moment ago, they were in harmony. The next moment, a woman covered in blood suddenly broke into the room, and then the Crown Princess treated her concubine rudely.
Nalan Qingyi knew how important Xiao Yan was to Jing Yirong. With all her eyes on Jing Yirong, how could she care about Linglong? She picked up Xiao Yan and walked towards the small courtyard, not forgetting to ask Cha Zheng to go there.
Seek a witch doctor.
Jing Yirong looked at Xiao Yan who was unconscious on the bed and looked at the witch doctor, "How?"
"The injury on Miss Xiao's shoulder was probably more than ten days ago. She didn't take good care of it these days, which resulted in old injuries plus new injuries and excessive blood loss..."
"Will he die?" Jing Yirong interrupted the witch doctor and asked directly.
The witch doctor shook his head, "Although the injury is serious, it is not life-threatening. However, this shoulder will suffer sequelae in the future."
"What kind of sequelae?" Jing Yirong frowned.
"This arm is fine for ordinary things. I guess I can't hold the sword anymore." The witch doctor shook his head sadly.
Jing Yirong glanced at the witch doctor, "I thought it was something serious. I can't use this arm to dance the sword, so I danced with my left hand, making a fuss."
When Jing Yirong said to the witch doctor, he was so embarrassed that he could not speak. "This is not serious, so why is it serious?"
Jing Yirong seemed to have read what the witch doctor was thinking, and said, "Apart from death, there is nothing serious."
After saying that, she sat next to the bed and said, "Xiao Yan, if you continue to choose to stay with me, you must persist to the end. There is no use pretending to be dead. I will give you a month to rest. Don't be lazy in the future."
The witch doctor couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead before prescribing the medicine. The princess, as expected, had nothing good to say about her.
After Jing Yirong arranged for Xiao Yan, she walked back to her room and saw Nalan Qingyi standing at the door wearing a red robe to greet her, "What's the matter?"
"How is Xiao Yan?" Nalan Qingyi asked with concern.
"You can't die," Jing Yirong replied coldly, his disgusted eyes falling on Nalan Qingyi's red clothes, "Has anyone ever told you that you look ugly in red clothes?"
"Uh," Nalan Qingyi said, "I'll take it off in a moment."
Jing Yirong walked into the house, followed by Nalan Qingyi to the next door room.
Jing Yirong turned around and said, "Aren't you going to the bridal chamber?"
"The only person I want is you. Although I can't object to this marriage, it's my decision whether to touch her or not." Nalan Qingyi's tone was soft and guilty, "I just wronged that girl Linglong."
"If you feel she is wronged, go and accompany her." Jing Yirong followed the words.
Nalan Qingyi stared with innocent eyes, approached Jing Yirong and gently and carefully took her hand, "I have no other intention, I just feel that she is pitiful. You also know that it is useless for me to be soft-hearted, although I only pretend to be
You may not touch other women, but you still feel guilty for her. But even though I feel uncomfortable, I still can’t let you go."
There was a faint sadness between Nalan Qingyi's brows, and Jing Yirong couldn't bear to withdraw her hand, so she just let Nalan Qingyi hold it.
The slyness in Nalan Qingyi's eyes flashed, and she slowly brought Jing Yirong's slender hand to the corner of her lips, and pressed her lips lightly, "I only want you, don't push me to anyone else."
Is he a nice person?"
The soft lips pressed against the cold hand, and it was like an electric shock. Jing Yirong quickly withdrew his hand, entered the room and closed the door. Thinking of Nalan Qingyi's appearance just now, damn, he actually learned to act coquettishly towards her! So hard!
He wiped the back of his hand on his clothes so as not to leave any traces of him.
Outside the house, Nalan Qingyi raised a proud smile. Sure enough, if he found the right method, he would get twice the result.
Xiao Yan's return made Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin happy for several days. They went to see Xiao Yan in the house every day. Although Xiao Yan could no longer dance the sword with her right hand and almost lost her life, she could stay forever.
The Crown Princess also felt satisfied.
Although Linglong lived in the Crown Prince's Palace, not many people really cared about him. After all, the real owner of the Crown Prince's Palace was the Crown Princess, and Linglong was at most a nameless concubine. Linglong also couldn't figure out why she was appointed.
Two months after becoming the concubine, Nalan Qingyi still didn't call him to bed.
Autumn passed like this, and winter came. Linglong could no longer bear Nalan Qingyi's indifference and went to find An Wan.
"Auntie, what do you think I should do?" The exquisite little face was filled with tears, and the tears in the pear blossoms only made people pity her.
An Wan looked angry, "Nalan Qingyi actually treats you like this. I think he doesn't take my words into consideration at all."
"Aunt, I think it's the Crown Princess who doesn't take you seriously." Linglong sobbed, "She said she wanted to kill me when I entered the Crown Prince's womb on the first day. I think she must have told the Crown Princess not to
Touch me."
"She? She is just a bitch among the common people, but she actually became the crown princess." An Wan always thought that she was born in a noble family, "I think she is not worthy of this status at all. If Linglong's aunt comes forward for you now, think about it
Nalan Qingyi probably won't be happy either. If aunt gives you a good thing, it will definitely make your worries go away."
Linglong took the vial from An Wan's hand, "Auntie, what is this?"
"Aphrodisiac, you just need to put it in the wine to coax Nalan Qingyi to drink it. I don't care how much he loves Jing Yirong, I will put it aside by then."
Linglong's cheeks were slightly red, "How could you have such a thing as aunt?"
"Capturing a man's heart depends not only on beauty, but also on means," An Wan said in a frightening manner casually, "otherwise, why do you think I can secure my position as queen today? Linglong, I have already sent you to where you belong.
When you reach the position, it’s up to you how to hold it.”
"Linglong, thank you aunt for your training." Linglong said obediently immediately. An Wan smiled with satisfaction and sent Linglong to Nalan Qingyi. She knew all Nalan Qingyi's actions like the back of her hand. After working hard for so many years,
She must let Xian'er sit on the throne of king.
When Linglong put away the vial and returned to the Taiwang Palace, it had already snowed heavily. This was the first snow this winter. Linglong was still thinking about what reason to let Nalan Qingyi come to her intercalary room, and now she happened to have
The reason is that he accidentally slipped his foot and his whole body slowly leaned forward...
Jing Yirong was standing in the corridor walking, looking up at the falling snowflakes. This was how she leisurely watched the snow. Nalan Qingyi walked out of the next room and put a robe on Jing Yirong, "It's cold in the world, how cold it is."
take care."
"Are you so laid-back?" Jing Yirong felt that Nalan Qingyi was almost inseparable from him these days.
Nalan Qingyi smiled lightly, "I just want to spend more time with you."
Jing Yirong took off her robe and said, "If you say such disgusting things again, just get out of this yard."
Nalan Qingyi took over the robe with a stiff face. Just as he was about to speak, a servant came from outside the courtyard and said, "Prince, the concubine fell down and has been crying."
Nalan Qingyi rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Just call the witch doctor over."
"But the concubine said that if the prince doesn't go, she won't treat him." The servant curled his lips aggrievedly, but in fact, he was unwilling to report the news.
"In this case, there is no need to treat her." Jing Yirong said coldly, "Tell the witch doctor if you dare to heal her, I will make her unable to see the sun tomorrow."
The slave trembled, "Yes."
"Why do you do this?" Nalan Qingyi felt something was wrong.
Jing Yirong said with the snow falling on her body in the wind, "I'm happy." Nalan Qingyi was frozen.
Linglong waited and waited, but there was no sign of Nalan Qingyi. When she heard the words brought by the slave, she felt even more aggrieved. Jing Yirong actually refused to let the witch doctor treat her, and refused to let Nalan Qingyi come to see her.
Linglong stroked the red and swollen ankle. It was a fake fall, so she didn't apply more medicine and it was better. But now Jing Yirong didn't let the witch doctor take a look at her ankle, and the pain in her ankle became more and more painful.
Linglong angrily threw the small bottle in her hand out of the house. How could she expect anything if no one could see her? This damn Jing Yirong would one day make her alone! The small bottle formed a parabola.
He was thrown out of the house and lay quietly in the grass, probably never to be seen again.
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Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhijin, who was standing in front of him. His hands were hanging on both sides of his body, not bothering with his clothes, and his head was buried low, as if he had done something wrong.
"If you don't say anything, get out of here." Jing Yirong couldn't wait any longer, "Didn't I teach you men to be decisive?"
Nalan Zhijin plucked up the courage and raised his head, "Master, can you let me see my mother?"
Jing Yirong was surprised, "Why do you suddenly ask this question?"
"Today is my mother's birthday." Nalan Zhijin slowly took out an apple from his sleeve, "My mother used to like apples the most, and I want to give her an apple."
"How can she deserve a son like you?" Jing Yirong felt like vomiting just thinking about Huatang's appearance.
Nalan Zhijin looked angry, "You are not allowed to talk about my mother."
"You don't care whether I tell you or not," Jing Yirong grabbed Nalan Zhijin, "Why should I let you see the flower hall?"
Nalan Zhijin said eagerly, "Master, I miss my mother. I really miss my mother. Please let me see if my mother is okay."
Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen Huatang for so long that Nalan Zhijin burst into tears without saying a few words, with bunches of tears hanging on his round face. Jing Yirong roughly wiped the tears from Nalan Zhijin's face.
, extremely disgusted, "You look ugly when you cry."
Nalan Zhijin turned away and wiped away his tears, "Master, would you like me to see my mother once?"
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhijin motionlessly, "Can you kill me now?"
"I can't kill you," Nalan Zhijin shook his head, "but one day I will kill you."
Seeing that Jing Yirong stopped talking, Nalanzhi Jin became anxious, helpless and pitiful, "Master, please let me see my mother once? Please."
Jing Yirong nodded lightly, "One hour, I only give you one hour."
Nalan Zhijin immediately smiled and said, "Master, do you agree?"
"No matter how wordy you are, I won't agree."
Nalan Zhijin cried and laughed, finally got the agreement, and immediately threw himself into Jing Yirong's arms, "Thank you, master!"