Chapter 5 I am not your Jing Yirong 2 Jing Yirong was followed by the slaves and walked to the palace. Nalan Qingyi accompanied Nalan Zhenhai to deal with political affairs, and she was at ease.
She had a lunch that she didn't know how to taste, but the confusion in her mind was getting more and more. If it wasn't Xinyu who was poisoned, could there be someone else? Could this matter really be related to Nalan Nanxian?
The sound of chaotic footsteps came in the face, and Jing Yirong looked around and saw a woman walking towards her surrounded by people. The woman was good-looking and dressed in gorgeous clothes with bright colors.
Some pictures flashed in Jing Yirong's mind, she frowned slightly and bowed, "I have seen the Empress of Huatang."
The people from Huatang, Xinyu, and Fengying League are quite complete, but their status is more powerful than the last.
Huatang stared at Jing Yirong with disdain, "Bitch, your life is quite lucky. You can't die even if you are poisoned."
Jing Yirong frowned, Huatang had never taken 'Jing Yirong' seriously, and the insults to her became more severe every time. It was a pity that 'I' didn't know how to resist before.
Suddenly he felt gravity between his knees, and his knees covered the ground heavily. Huatang looked at the eunuch who kicked Jing Yirong's legs with satisfaction, "Sure enough, you understand my heart. Jing Yirong is as lowly as you.
As for your status, you should kneel down to me."
Jing Yirong glanced at the eunuch behind him, his eyes so sharp that the eunuch couldn't help but shudder, as if something was wrong.
"Bitch," Huatang grabbed Jing Yirong's hair and forced her to look at him. His golden hollowed-out fingertips heavily scratched Jing Yirong's white and tender cheeks. It wasn't because she was too strong or because Jing Yirong's skin was too tender.
, was actually scratched with a blood mark, Huatang was even more excited when he saw the blood, "Look at how beautiful you are, no wonder all the men in the world are fascinated by you. If you hadn't married Nalan Qingyi, I'm afraid even the king would
I can’t help but want to accept you as my concubine.”
Jing Yirong thought of the emotion in Nalan Zhenhai's eyes, could it be...
With a slap coming, Jing Yirong came out of her thoughts and stared at Huatang coldly, "You will regret it."
"Haha." Huatang raised his head and laughed as if he heard a joke, "Bitch, do you think you have the ability to touch me?" Then he looked at the two slaves behind Jing Yirong, "You two slaves just saw me
What happened?"
"My slaves didn't see anything." The two slaves immediately knelt down to state their position.
Jing Yirong glanced at the two of them, feeling calm in her heart.
Huatang looked at Jing Yirong proudly and said, "Xiao Chazi, look at the princess, she is so beautiful. If she wasn't a normal man, even a eunuch like you would be tempted. How about giving you a chance to enjoy her beauty today?"
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"Your Majesty," Xiao Zhazi covered his mouth and smiled, "I am already an eunuch, how can I still be so interested? But if your Majesty really gives me this opportunity, of course I will not let it go."
"What are you waiting for? Look, the Crown Princess is waiting." Huatang's eyes were full of contempt for the eunuch, and he was even more excited about the humiliation that Jing Yirong was about to receive.
As expected, Xiao Chazi obediently knelt down and raised his face to Jing Yirong's face. The frosty cheeks were soaked with bright red blood, and the paleness contrasted with the enchanting blood red. It was like a delicate flower in the snow, which was shocking.
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"What are you waiting for?" came Huatang's sharp voice.
Only then did Xiao Chazi come back to his senses and slowly approached, but so slowly that he felt that time was about to stop. It was too dangerous to get close to this woman. It was so dangerous that he was afraid that he would contaminate her, so he closed his eyes tightly.
He gently leaned against her cheek, as cold as ice.
"Haha," Huatang immediately laughed sharply, "A bitch is a perfect match for a eunuch."
Jing Yirong pushed Xiao Chazi away, then stood up and looked at Huatang, "I said you would regret it." After saying that, she started to tear her clothes off.
"What are you doing?" Huatang asked confused, "Could it be that you can't stand being kissed? Don't make the mistake that Xiao Chazi is an eunuch and he won't be able to satisfy you."
Jing Yirong said no more and just kept tearing until he was sure that he looked embarrassed enough. He saw the figure behind him approaching at the right time from the corner of his eye. He slowly curled his lips, raised his eyes to look at the flower hall, and said in a sad tone, "Mother, you
Why are you treating me like this? If you insult me today, I will be worse than dead, and I will no longer have the face to see Qing Yi. I can only stay pure." After saying this, he used all his strength to hit the stone pillar on the side.
"You, what are you doing?" Huatang looked at Jing Yirong in horror.
His body fell to the ground like a kite, blood gushed out from his forehead bit by bit, and the red pebbles bloomed like bright red roses.
"Yirong!" The moment of panic and worry came from behind as Jing Yirong fell. Huayu looked up in panic, and suddenly found that Nalan Zhenhai and Nalan Qingyi had appeared behind her.
"Yirong, how are you, Yirong?" Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong, whose head was covered with blood, and her heart was full of fear, just like she was poisoned that day, terrified and terrified.
Jing Yirong opened her eyes and smiled sadly, "Only death can make me forget today's insult."
"What happened?" Nalan Zhenhai's deep voice suddenly sounded, and his eagle-like eyes stared straight into the flower hall.
Huatang and all the slaves all knelt down, trembling and not even having the courage to speak.
"Quickly call the witch doctor." Nalan Qingyi picked up Jing Yirong and said eagerly, "Tell the witch doctor to go to the Taiwang Palace and come back quickly."
"Yes," the guard took the order and left at any time.
"If the Crown Princess is in any danger, I will let all of you be buried with her." Although Nalan Zhenhai's words were light, it cut through everyone's heart like a knife.
In the Crown Prince's womb, the witch doctor bandaged Jing Yirong's wound, "Your Majesty and Your Highness, you can rest assured that the Crown Princess is fine. The reason why she bleeds so much is because her forehead is broken, but it's just a flesh wound.
Just rest if you need to."
Jing Yirong leaned against Nalan Qingyi's chest, "Qingyi, why do you want to save me? I have no face to see you again."
"What happened?" Nalan Zhenhai sat quietly at the table, suspicious of the pair of people on the bed.
Jing Yirong lowered his head, "If I say so, will my father make the decision for me? Or will he just settle the matter just because of the reputation of the royal family?"
"As long as you tell me, I will definitely make the decision for you."
The king always made a promise, so Jing Yirong no longer hesitated, "The Empress of Huatang let the eunuch insult her son."
"What?" Nalan Zhenhai shouted.
Jing Yirong was calm and said, "She told Erchen that he only used his face to seduce the prince, but in fact, his status is low and low, and he is not worthy of the title of princess."
"You are the most precious in my heart." Nalan Qingyi's faint and gentle words came from behind.
Jing Yirong was startled, what she needed now was not his overflowing tenderness.
Nalan Zhenhai looked at Jing Yirong, "You want me to punish them like this."
"Can you hand them over to your son?" Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenhai.
"Of course." Nalan Zhenhai did not hesitate, "Since such a slave dares to insult you, there is no need for me to stay in this world. However, if you want to vent your anger, I will leave it to you to deal with it."
"Thank you, father." Jing Yirong lowered his head, hiding the pride in his eyes.
"Qingyi, take good care of your princess, I will return to the palace first." Nalan Zhenhai waved his sleeves and left.
Nalan Qingyi hurriedly stood up and followed him, saluting. He waited until Nalan Zhenhai disappeared from sight before turning around and looking at Jing Yirong, "Yirong, how are you going to punish them?"
"What do you think I should do?" Jing Yirong asked.
Nalan Qingyi sat next to Jing Yirong, "How about giving each of us a hundred sticks?"
Jing Yirong laughed wantonly, "I knew you were weak and incompetent a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to be a fool. If you let them go today, aren't you worried that they will kill you tomorrow?"
"You want to kill them?" Nalan Qingyi was shocked.
"Killing them will only make things easier for them." Jing Yirong stood up and put on her shoes, "I'm going to the dungeon now. Don't follow me, otherwise I'm afraid it will stain your innocence."
Jing Yirong didn't even look back. She, Jing Yirong, had always been ruthless, and she would never show any mercy to her enemies. When the dungeon door opened, the turbid smell was unbearable, and she even felt like she was going to faint at any moment.
Jing Yirong smiled slightly and looked at the flower hall in the prison, which had lost its prestige, "How does it feel here?"
"Bitch! You are so insidious, you framed me, you are shameless." Huatang's gorgeous clothes were stripped off, and he clutched the wooden pillar tightly and stared at Jing Yirong.
"Framed?" Jing Yirong smiled devilishly, "When did I frame you? It was a lie when you made people scorn me? It was also a lie when you insulted me? You should say that I was just taking advantage of you."
"You," Huatang's eyes were full of anger, "I want to see the king. When I see the king, you can't be so arrogant."
"The king has handed you over to me," Jing Yirong put away her smile and turned cold, "I told you in Huatang, you will regret it. Letting you die will only be too easy for you, I want to lock you up
For the rest of your life, I will let you live with the rats in this dungeon every day."
"You can't do this to me." Huatang looked at Jing Yirong in horror, "You can't."
"Of course I can." Jing Yirong's eyes were full of viciousness, "A person who only wants glory, wealth, and good food can only stay in a dark dungeon every day, eating even pigs.
The food I wish to eat should be a hundred times more painful than death. Don't even think about committing suicide in Huatang. As soon as you die, I promise to let your children accompany you immediately."
Huatang did have a child, a boy who had just turned six years old, who was Nalan Qingyi's tenth younger brother. It was a pity that Huatang was not favored, otherwise Nalan Zhenhai would not have given her to him so easily.
"You are so vicious," Huatang stared at Jing Yirong with hateful eyes, wanting to drink her blood and eat her flesh in the next second.
Jing Yirong's eyes turned calmly to the other side of the dungeon, looking at the two slaves following him in the prison, "Do you know why you are also locked up?"
"This slave deserves to die, this slave deserves to die." The two slaves immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed violently, not even caring about the blood.
"You really deserve to die." Jing Yirong looked at the two of them, "Let me tell you, even if you don't want to, as long as he is your master, you must protect him. Since you didn't see anything just now, I think you also