Chapter 8 Seeing the injustice on the road with a roar
Nalan Qingyi nodded calmly, "Well, don't you trust anyone?"
"Idiot!" Jing Yirong sulked, "Do you think Yu Yingxuan would give the poison to the Crown Princess in front of everyone?"
Nalan Qingyi nodded calmly, "Well, don't you trust anyone?"
"Idiot!" Jing Yirong sulked, "Do you think Yu Yingxuan would give the poison to the Crown Princess in front of everyone?"
Nalan Qingyi just smiled, stepped forward with a gentle look, took Jing Yirong's arm, and gently wiped the powder on her, but her mouth moved but she hesitated to speak.
Jing Yirong sighed, she could do nothing about Nalan Qingyi's situation, "If you have anything to say, just say it. I hate it when a man hesitates."
"Do you believe Yu Yingxuan?" Nalan Qingyi finally asked, with a hint of grievance in his eyes.
Jing Yirong couldn't help but hit him on the head, "Idiot."
"Isn't it?" Nalan Qingyi kept trying.
Jing Yirong was helpless, "Nalan Qingyi, when you think you are going to harm someone, will you give the poison to that person in front of everyone and leave evidence for yourself?"
"I have never harmed anyone." Nalan Qingyi said sincerely.
Jing Yi couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Nalan Qingyi's collar again, glaring at him warningly, "I don't need to explain anything to you at all, but telling you that I don't trust anyone will not change at all. If you
You are so stupid that you don’t even realize this. I’m really worried that you don’t even know how you died.”
"I understand." Being too close to Jing Yirong, Nalan Qingyi was fascinated by her charming appearance and nodded like garlic.
Jing Yirong let go of his hand, took the medicine bottle from Nalan Qingyi's hand, and began to apply the medicine himself, "It's clumsy."
Nalan Qingyi saw that Jing Yirong's movements were skillful and he finished it in one go. He painted all the wounds in a few strokes. He put down his long sleeves and raised his long eyelashes with that cold look on his face, saying, "My wounds
It has been bandaged, you go back."
"I'm worried about you, if there are another assassins..."
"Just send more guards at the door," Jing Yirong interrupted Nalan Qingyi.
Nalan Qingyi's handsome face was slightly sad, "I'm still worried about you."
"Nalan Qingyi, you don't want to sleep with me?" Jing Yirong mocked and approached Nalan Qingyi, "I advise you to give up this idea or you will be the next one I want to kill. Why don't you accept more?"
As a concubine, someone must accompany you during the long night."
"I will never have any other woman except clothes and appearance in this life." Nalan Qingyi vowed to declare.
Jing Yirong frowned, "Your Jing Yirong is already dead!"
Nalan Qingyi was shocked, her face turned ashen, and she looked sad and angry. After a long time, she lowered her eyes and said lightly: "I know."
In fact, Nalan Qingyi can be regarded as an affectionate man. If he was born in modern times, he would probably be a rare man. You must know that a man who can be called incompetent in Jing Yirong's world is probably considered a good man in the eyes of others.
man.
The atmosphere was silent and the air was awkward.
"It's almost dawn. You should be tired after a long night's sleep. Go to bed early." After all, Nalan Qingyi was more concerned than lonely. After saying this, she dragged her slightly lonely figure out of the door.
Jing Yirong watched expressionlessly as Nalan Qingyi left and lay back on the sandalwood bed. Nalan Qingyi's emotions had nothing to do with her. She was already tired after a hard night's battle and no longer thought about any problems.
Sunlight dispersed into the room bit by bit through the window paper, and the fragments of light decorated the whole room with vitality. The person beside the bed had a peaceful face, and the soft light fell on her red lips, and on her closed eyes.
Just one glance at the starry eyes and the angelic pure sleeping face can capture one's soul.
The closed eyes moved, and Jing Yirong suddenly opened his eyes. In an instant, he changed from an angel to a warrior who was wary of the world. He sat up suddenly, stretched out his hand to cover the slightly dazzling light, as if he couldn't remember the last time he greeted him.
The scene of waking up to the sun.
How could he sleep so soundly?
Jing Yirong put on her exquisite short boots and opened the door. The bloodstains in the inner courtyard had long been washed away. Only the scent of trees came to her face. She caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye. She knelt down and reached out to pat him politely.
Pat his face.
Nalan Qingyi woke up immediately. In front of him was Jing Yirong's enlarged face. He immediately smiled and said, "You're awake."
"What are you doing here?" Jing Yirong asked.
"I'm worried about you." Nalan Qingyi lifted up the sheets and stood up, "I'll keep you safe outside."
The simple and straightforward concern made Jing Yirong feel uncomfortable. She turned away from Nalan Qingyi's face and said, "I want to leave the palace today."
"Leave the palace?" Nalan Qingyi was surprised, "Why?"
"No?" Jing Yirong asked without answering.
Nalan Qingyi shook his head, "No, I just want to..."
"There's nothing you can think about," Jing Yirong turned around and went back to the house, "Get the carriage ready. As for the reason, you don't need to know at all."
"I understand, I'll make arrangements for you." Nalan Qingyi's voice came from behind, "I'll go and ask the slaves to bring you breakfast first."
Jing Yirong looked again, and saw that Nalan Qingyi's slender background had gradually left. A prince who didn't know martial arts and had no scheming, really didn't know how long he could live. Although he had time-traveled into his concubine, he couldn't
It means that she should care about him. She only wants to eradicate the people who want to kill her, and everything else has nothing to do with her.
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After Jing Yirong got on the carriage, she found Nalan Qingyi sitting opposite with a faint smile. She was not surprised and did not ask questions. She sat down silently.
After staying in the carriage for an hour, it finally drove from the quiet official road into the prosperous and noisy Hades City.
Jing Yirong, dressed in pure white, stood on the busiest street of Hades, immediately attracting everyone's attention. Although Hades is the city at the feet of the emperor, there are naturally not a few beauties that he has seen in daily life, but Ru Jing Yirong
Such a graceful appearance is rare, not to mention that she is dressed in white, just like the immortal who accidentally fell into the world, but not touched by any dust. It is so holy that it makes people feel that it can only be seen from a distance but not close.
Nalan Qingyi, dressed in green clothes, is as handsome and elegant as Pan An, which makes people think of the word "gods and gods".
Jing Yirong ignored the sideways glances of passers-by, walked into the largest restaurant on the street, ordered some food and drinks, and then made no move.
Nalan Qingyi had doubts but didn't want to make Jing Yirong unhappy, so she stopped asking.
The originally bustling restaurant became less noisy and more quiet due to Jing Yirong's appearance. The men all laid their eyes on Jing Yirong's face, and some even wanted to press their faces against Jing Yirong's.
Jing Yirong casually picked up a long chopstick and pressed it gently on the table. The long chopstick penetrated the table. Jing Yirong said stiffly, "Who is watching? What this chopstick pierced is his eyes."
After a gasp, everyone restrained their gazes. Although the beauty was beautiful, her eyes were more important. Only one person was still staring at Jing Yirong with interest, and Jing Yirong raised his eyes.
The man is quite handsome, but his handsomeness is more feminine. His skin is as fair as that of a woman. He holds a white fan and waves it slowly. As a man, he has a pair of charming eyes. With a slight provocation, he is full of charm and deep affection. Compared with
Nalan Qingyi's graceful demeanor made him even more suave.
Jing Yirong withdrew his gaze and drank a glass of wine. The fact that he had the courage to continue watching meant that he had the ability.
Nalan Qingyi looked the man straight in his eyes. Seeing that Jing Yirong didn't respond, he had no choice but to suppress the irritation in his heart.
"Hiss..." The sharp sound of iron chains dragging the floor flooded into everyone's ears, and everyone's eyes turned away after hearing the sound. At some point, a man and a woman stood at the door of the restaurant. The woman was chained, chained.
Her lute bones and wet blood flowed down her shoulders, leaving blood stains all over her body.
The man holding on to the other end of the chain had a fierce face, and a long scar stretched from the corner of his left eye across his entire broad face, making the whole person look even more eerie.
Everyone immediately withdrew their gazes. They had seen many different situations in Hades, and naturally they knew how to deal with them. They treated this situation as if they could not see it.
Regardless of the blood flowing from the woman, the man still dragged the chain and looked at the woman's even more painful expression with satisfaction to satisfy his perverted heart. The man dragged the woman to a position next to Jing Yirong.
The people in the restaurant lost their appetite when they saw the woman's bloody shoulder, but they didn't dare to leave. You know, they had seen this kind of charlatan a lot, and they wanted to show off their ferocity, so they left in such a hurry, but it made them feel that they were
Being looked down upon.
Jing Yirong picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. Even though the smell of blood had hit her face, she still ate it with gusto. In this case, she couldn't eat and survive.
The man ordered a table of dishes and ate with big mouthfuls. Occasionally he tugged on the iron chain in his hand. Listening to the woman's muffled sounds of pain, his face showed even greater joy. Jing Yirong frowned slightly, looking like a scumbag again.
Nalan Qingyi couldn't control the scene in front of him. He stood up suddenly and glared at the man. Just as he was about to speak, his other hand was grabbed by Jing Yirong, "If you want to meddle in other people's business, first see if you are qualified."
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Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong. Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt it was an indisputable fact. He couldn't beat anyone. He sat down with some frustration, "Even if I am the prince, can't I help that girl?"
The man sitting next to him looked slightly sideways and looked at Nalan Qingyi and Jing Yirong with disdain, "What? You want to meddle in other people's business?"
"No." Jing Yirong replied calmly.
The man sneered, "It's okay if you don't. I, Zhang Ye, am not afraid of too many nosy people."
Zhang Ye? Those people in the restaurant who didn't dare to look directly lowered their heads a little, for fear that they would make Zhang Ye unhappy. The important criminals wanted by the court had not been captured for several years, so how could they dare to offend him.
"Kill me if you can." The locked woman finally spoke. Although her tone was weak, there was no hint of pleading.
Zhang Ye held the chain in one hand and lifted the woman's chin with the other, "Kill you? It would be too easy for you to let others die. You have killed several of my brothers."
It turned out to be a feud between Jianghu and Jianghu.
"They deserve to die." The woman gritted her teeth, "If you hadn't used any means, you wouldn't have been able to catch me."
Zhang Ye pulled hard in anger, and the flesh on the woman's shoulder seemed to be torn open again, and blood flowed out again. He wanted to torture her severely but not let her die.
"Stop!" Nalan Qingyi finally couldn't help but stepped forward. He glared at Zhang Ye with an angry look on his face, "How can you hurt this girl like this? It's illegal for you to do this."