Chapter 59: The first time Jing Yirong took a step back in disgust, "You are not worthy of me."
"It's too early for you to say this." After Yu Yingxuan said something meaningful, he walked towards the attic without looking back. Jing Yirong looked at Yu Yingxuan's back and felt that he was not as he seemed on the surface.
So simple.
"Princess, let's go back to the palace." Xiao Yan stepped forward and said, "Based on Princess Xinyu's situation, I estimate that the wedding will be postponed."
The actual situation is indeed as Xiao Yan said. Because of Nalan Xinyu's poor condition, the wedding was postponed for two months, and Yu Yingxuan was also allowed to come to the palace every day to accompany Nalan Xinyu. As for the one who was not caught
Assassins, the entire palace has strengthened its defenses.
Jing Yirong found Nalan Zhenhai's actions ridiculous. Did he think that his useless bodyguards could stop Lie Yan?
"Xiao Yan, do you know who in the world is the most informed? The one who can find out the best?" Jing Yirong asked Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan put down the sword in her hand and said, "Iron Gourd. I have heard of it before when I was in the martial arts world. Iron Gourd is universal. As long as he investigates something, there will be no results. However, his price is very high.
A problem requires 10,000 taels, and you have to pay first before doing the work."
"Qingyi, how many taels of silver do you have?" Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi who was sitting opposite and reading a book.
"Ah?" Nalan Qingyi was stunned for a moment, and then replied sheepishly, "Except for the occasional jewels given by my father, there is not much silver in the palace."
"Are you so poor?" Jing Yirong was surprised, "You are the prince."
Nalan Qingyi's face turned red, "I..."
"Forget it," Jing Yirong saw that it was no wonder that Nalan Qingyi's face turned red, and turned to Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin who were practicing martial arts, "You are a prince and you don't have any money?"
"I have ten thousand taels." Nalan Zhenqi retracted his palm, "My mother left it to me."
"Too little," Jing Yirong glanced at Nalan Zhijin. Seeing that he was silent, she knew that he probably didn't have money. "Where is the richest place in this palace?"
"Treasury." Nalan Zhijin immediately replied, "I went to see it once before. There is really a lot of money and a lot of jewelry in it."
Nalan Qingyi said seriously, "The money in Zhijin's treasury is for the common people. Do you want the money there, Yi Rong?"
"Besides the treasury, who else has the richest palace?" Jing Yirong asked again.
Everyone was silent, Nalan Zhenqi walked towards Jing Yirong, "Master, is there any other place where you can have money?"
"where?"
"In the queen's palace." Nalan Zhenqi felt a chill when he thought of An Wan. He just didn't know why he was still afraid of An Wan.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi, "Don't be afraid just thinking about that woman, Nalan Zhenqi. If you still behave like this in front of An Wan, don't call me master again, so as not to embarrass me."
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"Yes," Nalan Zhenqi lowered his head and agreed.
"Since she has money, let's borrow some and use it." Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "I have been practicing martial arts for so long, and I still don't know how it is. I'm going to the Queen's Palace tonight.
I can borrow one hundred thousand taels for one trip."
"One hundred thousand taels?" Nalan Qingyi exclaimed, "Yirong, what do you want with so much money? What's more, the queen mother has the most guards in the palace. It would be very dangerous for the seventh and tenth brothers to go like this if they were discovered.
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Jing Yirong's face was expressionless, "I can't even get out a hundred thousand taels, and it's useless if I show up. Of course, you can choose not to go. You just don't have to call me master in the future."
"Master, if we accept the task, we will definitely come back with one hundred thousand taels." Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin knelt on one knee in front of Jing Yirong, expressing their determination.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi and shrugged helplessly, "I didn't force them."
At night, two black figures appeared on the eaves. One was tall and slender, while the other was as small as a child. They were both crouching on the roof in a dignified manner, not daring to show off.
"Tenth brother, I will go down now and lure away all the guards. Then go in and leave immediately after finding the money." Nalan Zhenqi came up with an idea.
Nalan Zhijin felt there was some loophole, "I got the money and left, what will Brother Seven do?"
"My martial arts skills are higher than yours. Those guards can't catch me. Listen to me and don't let the master look down on you." Nalan Zhenqi's words were more tough, and it was obvious that Nalan Zhijin would not have the chance to resist.
Nalan Zhijin could only nod helplessly.
Nalan Zhenqi pulled up the black cloth on his face, jumped down, dodged the guards and got into An Wan's room. Without groping, he waved a palm towards the man on the bed. An Wan seemed to feel something suddenly
Opening his eyes, he immediately shouted when he saw the man in black appearing in front of him.
Nalan Zhenqi immediately opened the door and walked out of the house. At this time, groups of guards appeared in the courtyard, surrounding Nalan Zhenqi. An Wan also walked out of the house with the help of the palace maid, standing on the long profile facing
The guard shouted, "Bring them all to me. I want to see who dares to touch me."
When the guards heard the order, they immediately rushed forward. Nalan Zhenqi punched one of the guards in the chest. With his other hand, he held the guard's wrist and grabbed the sword from the guard's hand with a slight twist.
It is also easier to resist with weapons. However, since these guards are all from the palace, he only defends rather than attacks, and will never harm their lives in an emergency.
Nalan Zhijin took advantage of the chaos and flew down the eaves and jumped into An Wan's house through the window. He was observing the scene outside the house and was busy looking for the banknotes.
The sound of fighting outside the house became more and more fierce, and Nalan Zhijin became more and more anxious. He was afraid that Brother Seven would be injured, and even more afraid that Brother Seven's identity would be discovered, and then no one would be able to save Brother Seven.
In a hurry, I finally found the place where the banknotes were. No matter how much or how little, I just grabbed a handful and stuffed it into my sleeves. I'm afraid it had already exceeded one hundred thousand taels. Then I nimbly got out of the house and flew out.
Going up to the eaves and looking at Nalan Zhenqi in the crowd, he was anxious and didn't know what to do.
What if Brother Qi leaves now and doesn't know what to do? But if he goes down by himself now, he will probably be spotted just by looking at his size, but how can he leave Brother Qi alone?
While thinking, Nalan Zhenqi's arm was cut open by a knife, and blood gushed out.
Nalan Zhijin was anxious for a while, and without even having time to think, he leaned forward to help. Just as he was about to move, he felt someone pulled him by the collar. He turned around in surprise and said, "Master."
Jing Yirong was dressed in black and put on a black gauze, and said in a slightly sullen tone, "Go back to the small courtyard and stay."
Nalan Zhijin sensed Jing Yirong's anger and didn't know what was wrong with him, but thought that Brother Qi was saved, he didn't think much about it and returned to the palace first.
Jing Yirong jumped down and killed several guards with a few simple moves. Then he grabbed Nalan Zhenqi and gently lifted his spirits, and easily left the crowd surrounding them.
On the way back to the palace, Jing Yirong waited without saying a word and when he landed in the small courtyard, he threw Nalan Zhenqi to the ground unceremoniously.
Nalan Zhenqi covered his injured arm and knelt on the ground, "Master, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you."
"Master, I got the money, don't blame Seventh Brother," Nalan Zhijin knelt down next to Nalan Zhenqi before he knew what was wrong.
Nalan Qingyi stepped forward and caressed Nalan Zhenqi's injured arm to plead for him, "Yirong, seventh brother is injured, let him treat the injury first."
Jing Yirong pulled off his mask and threw it in front of Nalan Zhenqi, "You actually used such a stupid method. Nalan Zhenqi, if I hadn't saved you, do you think you would have survived? You only defend but don't attack. It's ridiculous."
I told someone that if someone slaps you, you will stab him, but what have you done? Even if you get stabbed, you just slap him back?"
"I'm sorry, master," Nalan Zhenqi lowered his head, the wound on his arm still hurting, "but they are the guards of the palace, I can't bear to hurt their lives, they are innocent."
"When you choose this method, you should have thought about how you will survive in advance," Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi coldly, "If you don't have a brain, you can only fight with all your strength. It was you who let them use the knife on you, and it was you who put the knife on you."
I was put in a situation where I had to kill them. Nalan Zhenqi couldn’t bear to kill people, so don’t be so stupid."
Nalan Zhenqi was silent. Now that he thought about it, he had indeed used the stupidest method. If they hadn't discovered it, there would have been no casualties.
Jing Yirong walked to Nalan Zhijin and took the banknote from his hand, and counted it, "Five hundred thousand taels? Yes, Zhijin, please remember, the more advantages you take, the better, and the less you suffer, the better."
"Yi Rong, now it's time for Zhenqi to treat the wound first. The wound is still bleeding." Nalan Zhenqi's blood even wetted Nalan Qingyi's hands, and the sticky feeling made people feel sick.
Jing Yirong looked indifferent, "Can't you bear the loss of so much blood? If you don't have the ability, you have to imitate others' mercy. Nalan Zhenqi, do you think you should go get treatment now?"
"You shouldn't." Nalan Zhenqi replied in a deep voice.
Jing Yirong walked up to Nalan Zhenqi and said in a cold voice, "Take care of this small injury by yourself. It will leave a scar in the end. This will remind you not to be so stupid or so soft-hearted. If you want to win Duan Yuliu, you must protect yourself first."
You should be ashamed to even say it out loud because you risked your life for just one hundred thousand taels."
After saying that, Jing Yi walked back into the house without looking back and closed the door tightly. As long as she thought about the situation where Nalan Zhenqi was surrounded by people and could only defend but not attack, she regretted that she really shouldn't have saved him.
Why should she save someone whose life can't be saved?
In the small courtyard, Nalan Zhenqi was still kneeling on the ground, but he had torn a piece of cloth to tie his wound to prevent further bleeding.
Xiao Yan stepped forward to check the bandaging condition of Nalan Zhenqi, and sighed slightly, "Seventh Prince, don't blame the Crown Princess. In fact, she was worried about people but used another way to express it. She was afraid that for
Taking care of others hurts your own life. Last time I almost killed myself because of a young eunuch, and the princess was also angry."
"I understand." Nalan Zhenqi raised his head and looked at Jing Yirong's closed door, "Master cares about me, so he doesn't accept that I hurt myself because I don't want to hurt others. Master doesn't care about other people's lives, only his own.
People’s lives that matter.”
"Seventh Prince, you see clearly." Xiao Yan felt a little relieved. In fact, the Crown Princess's temperament was easy to understand.
Nalan Zhijin knelt with Nalan Zhenqi, "Seventh brother, after I made a mistake and found out that the master ignored me, I felt so sad, so I didn't dare to make a mistake again. Now you have made a mistake too.
, I must also know how terrible it is for the master to be angry, so don't make any mistakes again in the future. The master will definitely not accept a second mistake."