Chapter 43 Nine Years of Life and Death 1 Jing Yirong clings to Nalan Qingyi’s shoulder and feels Nalan Qingyi inside her body. Suddenly she feels like she has become a real princess, belonging to Nalan Qingyi.
.The body’s desire for Nalan Qingyi became even stronger.
The room was filled with lust, and the roars and moans of men and women due to lust made people blush for just a moment.
Nalan Qingyi didn't know how much medicine Jing Yirong had been drugged. He only remembered that he and Jing Yirong seemed to have been clinging to each other, deeply existing in each other's bodies. The slaves seemed to know something, even
Neither of them was even called for dinner.
When Nalan Qingyi woke up in the middle of the night, he looked at Jing Yirong who was sleeping in his arms, with a satisfied smile on his lips. She was really beautiful. Under her slender willow eyebrows, she usually only had cold eyes tightly closed, delicate and delicate.
Her nose is small and delicate, and a pair of red lips can enchant all living beings with just a slight raise. Her smile is like an epiphyllum, which makes people lose their soul, and is even more worth waiting for.
The familiar her no longer had the indifferent and cold feeling around her. It made people feel like she was a fairy fallen from the fairy world. She was so beautiful that it was unreal. Her big palm gently caressed the woman's cheek that could be broken by a blow. Such a fairy-like person,
Now lying in his arms, this moment she belongs to herself.
"I said you are destined to be mine." There was a hint of cunning in the tenderness in Nalan Qingyi's eyebrows, just like the smile of a prey walking into the trap he set. If Jing Yirong wakes up at this moment
, she will definitely feel that Nalan Qingyi at this time looks very much like someone, but it is a pity that Jing Yirong is already exhausted.
In the early morning, Jing Yirong woke up the moment the sun climbed up to the bedside. She opened her eyes and felt her hands being surrounded by big palms. She tilted her head slightly. Nalan Qingyi was sleeping soundly beside her, and he looked handsome in her sleep.
Yi still had a warm smile on her face.
His brows gradually tightened, and the events of last night came back to his mind little by little. The hand held by Nalan Qingyi slowly tightened. He never thought that he would become such a **** person, abandoning all self-esteem, and actually
Her body was swaying under the man's body.
Nalan Qingyi frowned slightly and woke up because he felt the force on his palm. What caught his eye after the ether came was Jing Yirong's eyes of hatred, disgust and resentment. Nalan Qingyi gently pulled back his hand, with a painful expression on his face.
He and Bitter got out of bed, put on their clothes little by little, and finally said "I'm sorry" and left.
Jing Yirong didn't move. She hated not only that she had lost her virginity but that she was actually being plotted against! Perhaps the hatred of being plotted was so great that Jing Yirong ignored an important thing. If the man last night wasn't
Nalan Qingyi, would she still be so indifferent? Many years later, until she thought of what happened today, she finally understood why she endured it.
After Jing Yirong washed up, he summoned all the people in the Prince's Palace. The servants knelt on the ground, and the three Nalan brothers also looked on. Jing Yirong's eyes were sharp and his tone was cold, "Who made the tea yesterday."
"It's a slave." The tea-making master replied tremblingly, "A slave made tea."
"Did you put medicine in the tea?" Jing Yirong stood in front of the tea maker, her voice was like a sharp knife cutting everyone's flesh.
The tea-making master was shocked and immediately kowtowed several times, "The Crown Princess is wronged. I have never put any medicine in the teapot. I don't dare."
"Really?" Jing Yirong obviously didn't believe it.
"Yes, my slave has never done anything like this to lose his head." The tea maker rang his head several times, and his forehead became red and swollen.
Xiao Yan felt sorry and knelt down, "Princess, he didn't lie. Yesterday's tea was taken from him with his own hands, and the slave also tasted a cup of it. If he had been drugged, then the slave should be the one who was poisoned.
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No one in the room knew what kind of medicine was in the tea, why the Crown Princess was so angry even though she was fine, and the Crown Prince didn't have the usual smile on his face today.
"So you can only be the one who drugged me?" Jing Yirong's face turned even colder.
Xiao Yan buried her head, "No, slave. This slave's life belongs to the Crown Princess. If there is poison in the tea, how could the slave poison the Crown Princess if she is willing to drink it first."
Jing Yirong said nothing, just guessing what kind of person would put aphrodisiacs in her water, but after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out.
"The tea you served has not passed through other people's hands?" Jing Yirong asked again.
Xiao Yan looked calm, "I will not give the Crown Princess's tea to anyone."
"Did you meet anyone on the road?"
"No..." The scene of Nalan Zhijin getting along with her that day immediately appeared in her mind like lightning. Xiao Yan wanted to deny it but couldn't say it. Her eyes couldn't help but fall on Nalan Zhijin beside her. The next moment she
Take it back hastily.
Jing Yirong felt Xiao Yan's hesitation, "Who have you met? Tell me."
"Meet..." Xiao Yan shook her head, "This slave must be worrying too much, it can't be..."
"Say!" Jing Yirong roared and interrupted Xiao Yan's words. Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment and said helplessly, "I met the tenth prince on the road, but I thought he was not the tenth prince at all, so there was no need to tell him."
Everyone immediately looked at Nalan Zhijin, Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Qingyi both looked surprised. Nalan Zhijin buried his head, his little hands had been clasped together for a long time, and now everyone's eyes fell on their own.
I just felt scared and nervous.
Jing Yirong walked towards Nalan Zhijin step by step, stretched out her hand and raised his head, "Were you the one who put medicine in the tea?"
Nalan Zhijin stepped back, shook his head and nodded, but in the end he still looked scared and said nothing.
"Is that so?!" Jing Yirong's voice increased.
Nalan Zhijin's body was shaking violently, but he still didn't answer. In fact, his reaction had already represented everything.
"Princess, this servant has something to say." Seeing the situation, Zha Zheng hurriedly opened his mouth and wanted to relieve the siege.
"What words?"
"Yesterday the tenth prince went to see the concubine. On his way back, he accidentally walked into the concubine's courtyard. When the servant caught up with him, he saw the tenth prince picking up some small bottle in the grass in the concubine's courtyard. The servant felt strange at the time.
I didn’t think it was anything, but later I went back and found another small bottle in the grass that was very similar to the one the tenth prince was holding, so I picked it up. In the past, when the servant Huatang was waiting for her, the tenth prince
There is a habit of putting honey in small bottles. I thought that the tenth prince probably wanted to add some honey to the princess's tea, but he picked up the wrong bottle and misunderstood." Zha Zhengwei took out the bottle to prove it, but he didn't know it.
His behavior pushed Nalan Zhijin to the edge of danger.
Jing Yirong took the vial from Zha Zheng's hand, opened the cap and sniffed it gently. A pungent smell immediately came over him. Jing Yirong immediately handed it to the witch doctor, "What on earth is this?"
The witch doctor took the powder and poured it out, put it between his nose and smelled it. He was shocked and said, "Princess, this is blood-eroding powder. It is a poison that is extremely yin and evil. Just a little bit can kill a person."
Zha Zheng suddenly turned pale, and his body was so weak that he couldn't support himself and slumped on the ground, "Slave, I don't know..."
Jing Yirong ignored Cha Zheng and turned to Nalan Zhijin, "Let me ask you again, did you put any medicine in my water? If you still have some guts and remember what I said, you should know, man
You must admit what you have done.”
Nalan Zhijin raised his head, trying not to let others see his fear, "I put it in. My mother gave me the medicine. My mother said that as long as I give the medicine to the master, my mother will be able to come out."
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"You!" Jing Yirong's always cold face was covered with frost and endless anger. He took the bottle from the witch doctor's hand and placed it in front of Nalan Zhijin, "Did you pick up the wrong bottle?"
Nalan Zhijin looked at the small bottle in Jing Yirong's hand in surprise and nodded, "I fell down yesterday, so..."
"Zhijin, stop talking!" Nalan Qingyi immediately interrupted Nalan Zhijin, "Yirong, how can he remember that the bottles are different? It's probably just a joke."
Jing Yirong turned a deaf ear to Nalan Qingyi's words, and her eyes became darker, "Nalan Zhijin, tell me, did you pick up the wrong bottle?"
"Yes." Nalan Zhijin lowered his head and admitted his fate. It turned out that his mother gave him poison, a poison that could kill his master. Suddenly he was so happy that he picked up the wrong bottle. He didn't want his master to die, not at all.
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In fact, Jing Yirong had already guessed that what Huatang gave Nalan Zhijin could be an aphrodisiac. She stared at Nalan Zhijin and didn't expect that he really wanted to die. If he hadn't picked up the wrong medicine, now
He is already dead.
Jing Yirong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he stepped forward and grabbed Nalan Zhijin's collar, "You actually want to kill me," and the next second Nalan Jinzhi's body fell out.
Nalan Zhijin hit the table and chair heavily, and then rolled to the ground, his forehead bruised and swollen, "Master..."
"He didn't mean it," Nalan Qingyi stood in front of Jing Yirong, "Yirong, you clearly know that he is being used by his mother, I believe he doesn't want to harm you."
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi mockingly, "Not wanting and doing are two different things. If he hadn't taken the wrong medicine, I would have died by now."
Nalan Qingyi was speechless, Jing Yirong was right, she had saved her life.
Jing Yirong waved Nalan Qingyi away with his palm, stepped forward and grabbed Nalan Zhijin, "Since I killed the first person, no one who wanted to kill me has survived. I have killed the youngest
He was only eight years old. Just because he shot me, the bullet was only half a millimeter away from my heart. I lay in bed for half a month and when I got up, the first thing I did was to kill the child. Cold-blooded killing machines are not for nothing.
Of course, now it seems that if I kill you, the youngest person I, Jing Yirong, have ever killed was only 6 years old."
Everyone only had a partial understanding of what Jing Yirong said, but when they heard that she had killed an 8-year-old child, everyone felt as shocked as if they were in a dream. At this time, the murderous aura and hatred surrounding Jing Yirong made people feel...
Fear is as if everyone has reached the moment before death. Death is so close that people lose the ability to fight back. Her vicious and cruel eyes dare not look directly at it.