Chapter 49 The Death of Cha Zheng "Have you forgotten, Princess? Xiao Yan used to be a member of the Jianghu, but she feels much more comfortable when she returns to the Jianghu." Xiao Yan said cheerfully.
Jing Yirong nodded slightly. It was only a matter of time before she left the palace. She had realized this a long time ago. But now that she has Nalan Qingyi, Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin around her, she actually feels a little
Hesitant, not sure what to do.
She can leave gracefully, and in what manner will they continue to live? Will Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin be bullied by anyone again? Although their martial arts are high, their status is what determines their lives.
All in all, can Nalan Qingyi be the king of the underworld?
"Xiao Yan? Am I sick?" Jing Yirong suddenly said, "Why do I think about everything about the three Nalan brothers? Why do I start thinking about their future path?"
"Princess, this is not an illness, but concern."
"Care?" Jing Yirong listened to these unfamiliar words and never thought she would have such an emotion, "I actually learned to care."
"You don't need to learn to care." Xiao Yan looked at Jing Yirong, "Princess, caring is innate."
"Innate?" Jing Yirong thought it was ridiculous, "In the past twenty-eight years, I didn't know that this word had appeared."
"The past twenty-eight years?" Xiao Yan listened to Jing Yirong's words in confusion.
Jing Yirong turned around and looked at Xiao Yan, "Xiao Yan, I am a killer, then and now."
"How could it be?" Xiao Yan looked at Jing Yirong in disbelief, "Everyone in the Kingdom of the Underworld knows that the Crown Princess is a beautiful woman who grew up with the Crown Prince among the people. How could she be a killer?"
"Some things cannot be explained, and cannot be explained at all." Jing Yirong looked at Xiao Yan, "I am telling you this just to let you know who you are following. I have never been a kind-hearted person. I have killed
People can't even count themselves. I saved you just because of Nalan Qingyi's impulse. Your real savior should be Nalan Qingyi."
Xiao Yan didn't speak anymore. In fact, in her heart, the only master she recognized was Jing Yirong.
I have to say that Jing Yirong's feeling was correct. Ever since she had a deep talk with Xiao Yan that day, the smokeless war in the palace had begun to slowly begin.
Nalan Zhenhai went out to the palace and brought back a woman from nowhere. He ordered her to be made a royal concubine. The only reason was that this woman was very similar to Nalan Qingyi's biological mother.
When the woman appeared at the banquet, Jing Yirong did not hide her disdainful gaze. She did not expect that Nalan Zhenhai would find a reason for wanting a woman. This woman was probably about eighteen or nineteen years old, the same age as herself now.
She is of average size, and although her appearance is not stunning, she has a charm that is different from the women in the palace. She is more like a lily, making people feel fresh and fresh.
Jing Yirong thought Nalan Zhenhai's words were just excuses, but from the way Nalan Qingyi stared at the woman intently, it seemed that this woman was indeed somewhat similar to Nalan Qingyi's biological mother.
The woman's name was Rong Shuo, and she was named Concubine Rong by Nalan Zhenhai. During the canonization ceremony and the banquet, Rong Shuo's face always showed only a faint smile, like a doll without any joy, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.
's sad face.
Jing Yirong looked at the people and things Nalan Zhenhai had seen indifferently, but she didn't believe that Nalan Zhenhai couldn't see Rong Shuo's reluctance and sadness.
After the banquet was over, Nalan Qingyi stared silently at Rong Shuo's background for a long time, unable to recover, "She really looks like her mother."
"If I'm not mistaken, she should be younger than you," Jing Yirong ignored Nalan Qingyi and prepared to return to the palace, "Your mother is already dead. Don't look for her shadow in other people. Don't do anything."
dream."
"You don't understand my mood." Nalan Qingyi smiled bitterly.
Jing Yirong ignored Nalan Qingyi and left. She really didn't understand his mood. In this era, Jing Yirong's parents were still alive, but thousands of years later, the word "parents" didn't even appear in his life.
After all, how could she know his mood!
"Where's Cha Zheng?" Jing Yirong asked suddenly. Cha Zheng hadn't been seen all day.
Xiao Yan also felt strange, "When the Crown Princess asked this, I remembered that I really hadn't seen him all day."
"As soon as you see him, let him come to see me," Jing Yirong still has tasks to give to Cha Zheng.
Xiao Yan nodded, "Yes".
"ah!"
As soon as the two of them arrived at the palace gate, they heard a shrill scream, which came from Cha Zheng's room. Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows, walked forward quickly, and bumped into the hurried servants.
The slave fell to the ground unsteadily. When he looked up and saw Jing Yirong, he immediately stood up and knelt down, "You deserve to be forgiven by the Crown Princess."
"What happened?" Jing Yirong noticed the slave's frightened expression and trembling body.
The slave's face became even uglier when he remembered what he had just seen, "Cha, Mr. Cha is in charge of him..."
The slave was too scared to speak completely. He just thought about the scene he just saw, and a touch of fear immediately surged in his heart.
Jing Yirong stopped asking and walked towards the room where Zheng Zheng was staying. As soon as he got closer, he was greeted by the smell of blood. Jing Yirong's eyes became colder and more gloomy. As he got closer, the smell of blood
The flavor is more intense.
Jing Yirong stood in front of the half-open room. Xiao Yan immediately stepped forward and pushed open the door, feeling cold and breathless because of the scene in the room.
Zha Zheng's hands and feet were tied and hung. His whole body was covered with blood, but his face was as white as if he had been peeled off, without even a trace of blood. The arteries between his neck were opened.
, so the blood flowed out.
Xiao Yan's heart tightened and she said angrily: "What a cruel move. It actually cut off his blood and made him slowly watch his blood flow out and die. What a cruel move. If you really want to kill him, why not?"
Just kill him with one move."
Jing Yirong looked directly at Cha Zheng's face that was tangled in pain, his eyes widened with fear, and finally the look of him covered in blood, "I told you the day you followed me that I wouldn't
No one dares to be afraid of you at all. If you die today, no matter who kills you, I will let his whole family be buried with him!"
"Ah," there was a sudden scream, and Xiao Yan turned around, "Seventh Prince, Tenth Prince, don't come in, here..."
"Let them come in!" Jing Yirong interrupted Xiao Yan and turned around coldly, "Nalan Zhijin, Nalan Zhenqi, you all come in."
Nalan Zhijin pulled Nalan Zhenqi's clothes and slowly walked into the house, holding back the fear in his heart. He had just glanced outside the door and was so scared that he did not dare to look again.
Jing Yirong looked at Cha Zheng again, "The safest thing in the world is the dead. What do you have to be afraid of now? Put down your hands in front of your eyes and remember the scene well. Remember that this is in the dark
People are warning us, remember what happened today, and when the murderer shows up, you should use a more vicious method than today to let him know that those who dare to touch you will not have a good end."
There was no emotion in Jing Yirong's words, only strong murderous intent. At this time, the person who was frightened was not the tied up Cha Zheng, but the demonic Jing Yirong. Nalan Zhijin and Nalan Zhenqi
Suppressing the fear in my heart, I looked straight at Cha Zheng, and the feeling of terror gradually faded away. When I saw the people I usually get along with every minute being treated like this, my fear was replaced by anger and hatred.
"Master, who is the murderer?" Nalan Zhenqi clenched his hands into fists, "I want him to pay with blood."
"Remember what you said today," Jing Yirong's eyes fell on Nalan Zhenqi's face, "but also remember your hatred today. Today they dare to kill the little eunuch next to you, and tomorrow they will kill the one you care about most.
people."
Nalan Zhenqi's bright eyes became deeper and deeper. Once the war in the palace was provoked, more people would bleed. It had nothing to do with him before, but now he is involved in it. He will no longer accept it blindly like before, mother.
His death made him clearly realize that the weak can only be bullied.
"Xiao Yan," Jing Yirong ordered, "find someone to put Cha Zheng down and send it to the main hall to set up a mourning hall for me. In addition, as the prince, I sent an invitation to all the princes to come to the prince's palace. Since they dare to touch
My people, I want them to wear sackcloth and pay filial piety for my people!"
"Yes." Xiao Yan was also sad and angry.
The servants walked into Cha Zheng's room in twos and threes, and put down Cha Zheng silently, feeling a burst of pain in their hearts.
"If you follow me, I won't let you die in an unknown manner." Jing Yirong left the room without saying anything, and the slaves felt warm again. How many slaves in this palace died in an unknown manner?
, how many slaves cannot even leave the place where they are imprisoned after death, and how many masters would rather let their slaves become lonely ghosts than redress their grievances. Only the Crown Princess is different, she makes the slaves willing to die for him.
The little apprentice that Zha Zheng took on on weekdays stretched out his hand to help Zha Zheng close his eyes, "Master, just close your eyes. The Crown Princess will definitely find justice for you."
The servants worked very efficiently, and the mourning hall was set up early the next morning. Zha Zheng's parents and brothers, who were outside the palace, all came to the palace. They never thought that they would have the opportunity to enter the palace, and their son had the opportunity to enter the palace.
As he was on an errand in the palace, he thought he would be sent away, and he didn't expect to be able to send his son off. He was slightly surprised when he put on his mourning clothes.
The servants in the Crown Prince's Palace were even more astonished. From ancient times to the present, how could a servant die so gloriously? Even the Crown Princess and the two princes wore mourning clothes for him.
Jing Yirong stood in the main hall wearing white mourning clothes. Although Nalan Qingyi did not wear mourning clothes, he was still in plain clothes. Nalan Qingyi and Nalan Zhenqi wore mourning clothes like their masters. As for Cha Zheng
Parents and brothers all knelt in front of the coffin and burned paper money.
Xiao Yan stepped forward, "The Crown Princess, the Second Prince and the Third Prince are here."
Nalan Nanxian frowned as soon as he stepped into the main hall, "Brother, sister-in-law, what happened? Who died?"
"Check the government." Jing Yirong replied calmly.
"Who?" The third prince glanced at Nalan Qingyi, "Brother, who is Cha Zheng? Even my sister-in-law is wearing mourning clothes. Could it be that she is her mother-in-law?"
Jing Yirong didn't explain, "He is indeed mine."
Nalan Nanxian frowned, "Sister-in-law, if I remember correctly, Cha Zheng should be a servant in your palace."
"What?! Servant!" The third prince was shocked and disdainful, "Brother, sister-in-law, what are you kidding? No matter how miserable a slave's death is, you can't let you put in mourning here and wear mourning clothes. If the news reaches the ears of the father, the king