Chapter 47 The assassin's silver mask in the Queen's Palace covered Ye Xieming's face, and even more so his true expression under the mask. Only the faint, seemingly absent thoughts in his eyes were captured by Jing Yirong.
She did feel that he was so familiar, inexplicably familiar, but she had never been able to determine whether her feeling was wrong.
"Prince," Xiao Yan's slightly anxious voice came from outside the house.
"Why are you standing at the door, where are your clothes?" Nalan Qingyi's usual gentle voice.
Ye Xieming leaned down and said, "If I let your prince see us in the same room now, what do you think he would think?"
"Why does he think it has nothing to do with me?" Jing Yi answered calmly.
Ye Xieming raised his eyebrows, "I'm very satisfied that you don't care about him at all. If you really fall in love with him, he won't live long."
"Don't touch him." Jing Yirong raised his eyes, "Whether you want to save me or kill me, don't get involved with him."
An unpredictable light bloomed in Ye Xieming's eyes, and he looked straight at Jing Yirong, seeming to be a little teasing and with deep meaning. In short, when Jing Yirong couldn't understand his thoughts, he just
Disappeared.
The door was opened, and Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi with a calm expression, "What do you want from me?"
Nalan Qingyi's eyes were full of painful dreams and heartache, and he caressed Jing Yirong's pale cheek, "Why do you get hurt every time I'm not around you? I keep saying that I will protect you, but I can't fulfill my promise.
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"That's enough, Nalan Qingyi!" Jing Yirong said angrily, "You have never asked me to protect me, you don't need to blame yourself for anything."
Nalan Qingyi's face turned gloomy, "You did not ask me to protect you. In fact, I am not qualified to protect you. Yi Rong, now I finally admit that I am useless. I can only stand by and watch every time."
Nalan Qingyi's face was ashen, and she closed her eyes in pain. There was also a touch of helpless despair on her face, "I can't let go of your hand, because I can't live without you. But such actions make you feel sad again and again.
I'm in a desperate situation, and I don't know how I should protect you next, or what I should do to make myself worthy of you."
Jing Yirong has never seen Nalan Qingyi so sad and angry. He has always been gentle and has no temper. He is a good person in everyone's eyes. He is confident, gentle and considerate, but now he has low self-esteem and self-pity.
Jing Yirong couldn't bear to step forward. Walking beside Nalan Qingyi, you gently grabbed his hand and said helplessly, "There's nothing you didn't do well."
"Really?" Nalan Qingyi frowned deeply, "I don't know any martial arts, I haven't even died, and I'm meddling in other people's business and not knowing what I can do..."
"You are not as miserable as you said," Jing Yirong interrupted Nalan Qingyi, "You can be a kind person, but don't be a scholar. Only a scholar will feel inferior and pity himself."
Nalan Qingyi smiled bitterly, "I feel inferior and pity only because I fell in love with you. Falling in love with someone stronger than myself, I can't protect her, I can only let her experience everything by herself, which makes me humble to the point of dust."
inside."
Nalan Qingyi's plaintive words slowly flowed into Jing Yirong's dry heart like a trickle of water, with the faint fragrance of water accompanying the temperature.
Jing Yirong still couldn't bear to let Nalan Qingyi feel sad, no matter how much she looked down on him before, no matter how much she cared about him now, she still couldn't bear to let him go.
Jing Yirong took the initiative to cuddle up to Nalan Qingyi and couldn't help but say in a soft voice, "You are doing very well, you have always been very good."
Nalan Qingyi's whole body froze, and what followed was a flood of emotion and joy. He stretched out his shoulders and hugged Jing Yirong at a loss, carefully and tightly, "I'm sorry for hurting you, just trust me."
, I would rather get hurt than let you get hurt at all."
Jing Yirong didn't want to answer or admit it. But her voice was loyal to what she was thinking, and she said, "I believe you."
"Do you believe me!?" Nalan Qingyi gently pushed Jing Yirong away and put his hands on her shoulders, looking excited, "You said you believe me."
"No, I never said that." Jing Yirong suddenly found that he regretted it, but Nalan Qingyi hugged Jing Yirong into his arms and held her tightly, "You don't have to admit it, I heard
Yes. I have heard you say that you believe me."
Jing Yirong did not refute again. At this moment, she was willing to let Nalan Qingyi's happiness be maintained simply.
Nalan Qingyi took Jing Yi into his arms, and his gentle lips revealed a sense of pride that was undetectable. Jing Yirong's heart was soft, and he had grasped Jing Yirong's Achilles' heel, and he would not let go.
Jing Yirong rested for seven days before his body recovered. From this, it seems that Dianjun's martial arts is really powerful. Ye Xieming came five times in seven days, and the last time he dropped a book. Jing Yirong looked through it
After a few times, the martial arts inside became more refined and magical.
If Lord Dian thinks that he can let it go so easily, he is wrong. She will definitely avenge this battle in due course.
Nalan Zhijin walked into the small room with another cup of medicine and put it on the table. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he just moved his lips and finally didn't speak. The look on his face that was about to speak but stopped caring made Jing Yirong couldn't bear to look at it.
.
She admitted that she had a grudge, so she couldn't easily forgive Nalan Zhijin. Even though half of him was used, she just couldn't forgive Nalan Zhijin for choosing Huatang in her heart.
What Jing Yirong is willing to admit is that she holds grudges, but who knows that what she is unwilling to admit is her heartache. The more you care, the easier it is for the other party to make mistakes. Jing Yirong probably cares too much about Nalan Zhijin, so
That's how it will be.
Drinking the medicine in one gulp, it was the last medicine, and it was also the end of the great Queen of Pluto's happy last moment. Jing Yirong did not forget who the mastermind was when the palace king left.
Since you have the guts to find a killer to take your life, you must be prepared to accept the consequences.
As the sun set, Jing Yirong appeared in the queen's palace dressed in black. An Wan entered the pool and began to bathe with the servants waiting on her.
The rose petals in the pool exuded a faint floral fragrance, and the warm water temperature made people feel comfortable. An Wan closed her eyes in enjoyment and lay quietly in the pool. The ghost door accepted her money, although during this period
There was still no movement, but it was estimated that Jing Yirong's life could not be saved for much longer. Thinking of this only made him feel more comfortable.
Jing Yi's sharp gaze fell on An Wan's face who was enjoying herself. As long as she moved a finger, this woman could die in front of her immediately, but how could she let her die so happily.
An Wan suddenly noticed an unfavorable gaze and opened his eyes suddenly. When he saw Jing Yi, who was dressed in black and had a cold face by the pool, he was shocked, "Why are you here? Someone is here..."
Before he finished speaking, a cold knife was placed on his neck, "You'd better shut up, I can't guarantee that your voice will make your hand tremble and I'll cut your neck."
"You, you are so presumptuous." An Wan looked at Jing Yirong nervously, "Do you know that it is a capital offense for you to do this?"
"Death penalty?" Jing Yirong sneered, "I really want to arrest you and use it as a back-up. An Wan, I will give you the honor of calling you queen, but who knew you would actually seek death on your own? Have you ever thought about the consequences of finding a killer to assassinate me?
?”
An Wan's face, which was originally rosy due to moisture, immediately turned pale and gradually lost its color, "You..."
"I am really disappointed that I am not dead." Jing Yirong held up the knife and gently leaned towards An Wan's face, "Half of the reason why Nalan Zhenhai loves you so much is because of your face, you said
If I put a few cuts on your face, do you think Nalan Zhenhai will still love you?"
"You can't do this to me, you can't!" An Wan shouted in fear, as if he wanted to use his voice to attract the guards. The purpose was not achieved, but it caused a sharp pain, "Ah."
The cold knife was inserted straight into the white and tender arm, and blood immediately gushed out like a spring. The knife separated the skin and flesh, and the pain was like ants biting the flesh bit by bit.
"If you scream again, I will cut your tongue directly." Jing Yirong's voice was like an ice knife, without any emotion, more like a demon.
An Wan tightly closed her mouth, suppressing herself from making any muffled screams. With tears streaming down her face, An Wan nodded desperately and made a gesture of begging for mercy.
Jing Yirong pulled out the knife, and An Wan felt a wave of dizziness coming. He would rather faint than let Jing Yirong torture him anymore.
Jing Yirong sneered and pressed An Wan's arm into the water, watching the bright red blood seep into the warm pool bit by bit, slowly becoming lighter, and the smell of blood blended into the light floral fragrance, which was strangely...
People want to spit it out.
"You said if your blood dries out slowly, will the water in this pool look better?" Jing Yirong showed a strange expression like Satan.
An Wan shook her head repeatedly, "Please, please, please let me go."
"Let you go?" Jing Yirong slapped An Wan on the cheek with a knife, "I let you go, have you let me go? I've warned you a long time ago and told you not to mess with me, but you just didn't listen.
.If you don’t listen, of course I will tell you why you can’t mess with me. In fact, you should also understand that I don’t want to kill you. After all, you are too dirty to be worthy of my knife.”
"I really don't deserve it. I just beg you to let me go." An Wan became more and more frightened, with more panic and fear in his eyes. The bleeding arm had not stopped yet, and death seemed to be right in front of him, but as death approached, he kept coming.
There was no definite result, and this kind of torture was really unbearable for her.
Jing Yirong grabbed An Wan's hair, and An Wan had to raise his head. Jing Yirong placed the sharp knife on An Wan's neck, rubbing it gently as if playing.
"You must not move. If you move and I am not careful, your neck will bleed. If it is more serious, I will not take care not to cut your blood vessels."
An Wan didn't dare to move, and there was no trace of blood in her face. Tears of despair and near collapse overflowed from her eyes bit by bit, and she sobbed slowly.
Jing Yirong looked at An Wan's performance with satisfaction, "I didn't expect you to be so useless. This little thing can make you so scared. Do you know? You are like a dog I have seen before, dying.
You were gasping for breath, and all the arrogance you usually have has disappeared without a trace. You really make me feel sick."