Chapter 89 Huatang's Hatred "Yi Rong," Nalan Qingyi hugged the woman in his arms in surprise, never expecting that one day she would take the initiative to hug him.
"From now on, I will never say you are useless again," Jing Yirong raised her head from Nalan Qingyi's arms, looked at Nalan Qingyi's surprised and moved eyes, and said softly, "Nalan Qingyi, you
Everything you have given me today, I will definitely get it back for you one day, you believe me."
"I believe it." Nalan Qingyi followed Jing Yirong's words as if she was possessed.
Jing Yirong showed the most sincere smile. Although it was just as indifferent as a flower, it made Nalan Qingyi's heart jump.
"From now on, I will kill anyone who dares to say you are useless." Jing Yirong said in a sincere tone, "Nalan Qingyi, you can ask me any questions you have in the future, and you can make any requests you have.
I've never been a gentle person, and I never listen to anyone's opinions, but if you ask me, I'm willing to listen."
Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong in shock. She opened her heart to him? Even though it was only a small half door, he was surprised and shocked. This was not one of his plans, but it made him feel sad.
He was overjoyed. At the same time, he actually wished for a moment that he was Nalan Qingyi, someone she was willing to treat sincerely.
"Are you scared?" Jing Yirong smiled.
Nalan Qingyi shook her head and hugged Jing Yirong vigorously, "I am so grateful to God."
Jing Yirong hugged Nalan Qingyi back, placing her slightly cold hands on Nalan Qingyi's warm waist.
Jing Yirong is a killer, a killer who will not be tempted. Now she has no way of knowing whether this is considered tempting, but this man whom she once said was useless does hold the key to her heart.
Nalan Qingyi felt Jing Yirong slowly melting. Since she is Nalan Qingyi now, she should do her best and not think about anything else. She accepted the joy in her heart and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
Jing Yirong would care about himself. Thinking of this, mischief suddenly flashed in his mind, and he suppressed his smile and let out a long sigh.
Jing Yirong raised his head, "What's wrong?"
"I lost my father again." Nalan Qingyi's voice was full of sadness, "I have been looking forward to having a father since I was a child. Later, when I was brought to the palace, my father loved me very much and obeyed his words. Although I couldn't
When I talk to him, I can still feel his love for me. Now that I have lost him again, my mother will definitely be angry when she knows that I have given up on my father."
"I will get back what you lost," Jing Yirong held Nalan Qingyi's face seriously, "Nalan Zhenhai is not worthy of you, you are right to choose me."
"I will not regret choosing you." Nalan Qingyi thought that Jing Yirong had misunderstood, so she hurriedly explained, "What I regret is not the country, but the family relationship."
Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong affectionately again, "You will always stay by my side, right?"
"Yes," Jing Yirong answered readily without any hesitation.
Nalan Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, "I, I can..."
"What?" Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi's hesitation in confusion.
Nalan Qingyi took Jing Yirong's hand and put it to her mouth, carefully observed Jing Yirong's changes, found that there was no discomfort on Jing Yirong's face, and quickly kissed the back of Jing Yirong's hand.
"Can I kiss you like this in the future? Maybe only in this way can I know that you are willing to stay by my side."
Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong longingly with his eyes, like a pet looking pitifully at its master who wants to be favored, just wanting some pampering.
Jing Yirong nodded slightly, "Okay."
"That's great! I'm so happy!" Nalan Qingyi excitedly picked up Jing Yirong and spun her around. Jing Yirong let Nalan Qingyi hold her, as if there was someone beside her mouth, between her eyebrows, and in her heart.
Apply a layer of honey to give her a sweet feeling.
Perhaps before that, Nalan Qingyi's words had made her slowly accept him. Now that he resolutely gave up his identity as an imperial family member for himself, he completely made Jing Yirong accept Nalan Qingyi.
She accepted his somewhat weak gentleness, accepted his kindness as a good person, and his whole-hearted love. Not only did she accept it, Jing Yirong was still learning to give.
That night, Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi told Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin everything Nalan Qingyi had done.
"No matter what, you are my prince brother," Nalan Zhenqi looked at Nalan Qingyi seriously, "Even if you are no longer the prince, you are still my eldest brother."
"Me too!" Nalan Zhijin immediately expressed his stance.
Jing Yirong looked at the two of them, "We will leave the palace in two days, but I will come back again, the time is uncertain."
"Master, take me with you." Nalan Zhijin said hurriedly, "I want to follow master."
"Before Zhijin and I leave the palace, I will release the flower hall. If I don't kill her, you can return to her in the future." Jing Yirong had already made plans.
Nalan Zhijin lowered his head. He was really happy that the master was willing to release his mother, but when he thought that he could no longer be with the master, he became very sad.
Nalan Zhenqi looked at Jing Yirong, "My tenth brother has a mother, but I don't. I want to leave the palace with my master."
"You have Nalan Zhenhai," Jing Yirong turned to Nalan Zhenqi, "Don't forget your identity, you are the seventh prince. Nalan Zhenhai will not let you leave the palace easily."
"If my father allows me, master, will I be willing to take him with me?" Nalan Zhenqi asked without giving up, "Anyway, going out of the palace is also a kind of training for myself. I think my father will definitely agree."
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi quietly and said after a long time, "As long as you don't cause me any trouble, I don't mind bringing one more person."
Nalan Zhenqi then smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. I will ask my father for an imperial edict to allow me to leave the palace."
"Since you are following her, I will also join." Qiao Shuang'er said without hesitation: "This palace of the Underworld is not fun. Brother Liumo will definitely make me do things I don't like when I go back, so why not
Follow you Jing Yirong around the world and see if you can stir up trouble in the world."
Jing Yirong glanced at everyone, "It's up to you whether you want to follow or stay. All I have to say is don't get me into trouble. And you all pack my things for me tonight, and we'll leave here tomorrow.
"
"Yes." Xiao Yan and Nalan Zhenqi replied.
Jing Yirong stood up and looked at Nalan Zhijin, "After eating, follow me to the dungeon and take you back to the flower hall."
"Yes." Nalan Zhijin nodded gloomily. The master didn't like his mother, and his mother hated the master. Otherwise, he could have gotten his mother to agree to leave the palace with his master.
When Huatang was brought out of the dungeon, everyone was shocked by the scars all over her body, including her already unsightly appearance. Huatang looked at Jing Yirong with a fierce look, never leaving her for a moment.
Jing Yirong didn't care about Huatang's eyes. She asked the witch doctor to bandage Huatang's wounds and asked Nalan Zhijin to take care of her beside Huatang.
When Nalanzhi looked at the flower hall and there was no intact skin on his body, tears fell unconsciously. For a whole year, he only saw his mother twice.
Huatang stretched out his hand to wipe away Nalan Zhijin's tears, "Don't cry, isn't mother coming out now? Mother will be fine."
"I'm sorry, mother." Nalan Zhijin threw herself into Huatang's arms, fearing that she would hurt Huatang.
"It's okay, mother is okay," Huatang looked at his already festering body, his tone full of hatred, "Zhijin, mother has come out. When mother recovers from her injuries, you must take her place.
For mother's revenge, you have to kill that bitch Jing Yirong."
"Mother, I..." Nalan Zhijin's eyes flashed.
"Why don't you speak?" Huatang excitedly grabbed Nalan Zhijin's arm and shook his body, "Why didn't you tell your mother that you would kill her? Why?"
"I..." Nalan Zhijin's tears fell more urgently, and her mother scratched herself so painfully, "Master, master, she saved me, she saved me with her blood."
"She only saved you because she was pretending to be kind, because she was torturing your mother, and she wanted to make you reluctant to kill her!" Huatang pushed Nalan Zhijin away angrily and screamed, "You are reluctant to kill her.
Did she die? Nalan Zhijin, you don’t even remember your mother’s pain, do you? If it weren’t for that bitch, how could we have been separated for so long.”
"Mother..." Nalan Zhijin could only call Huatang helplessly. How could he kill the master? The master put so much energy into saving himself. Although he hated the master for shutting up his mother, the master still hated him.
really good.
Nalan Zhijin rushed forward and hugged Huatang, "Mother, the master will leave the palace starting tomorrow. Maybe we will never see her again. You take good care of your injuries, and I will always be by your side.
Let’s live a good life together, okay? Just like before.”
"No," Huatang forcefully pushed Nalan Zhijin away, "Zhijin, don't you know what my life has been like this past year? I saved this life just to watch you kill that bitch with my own eyes.
,Do you understand!"
"Master is not a bitch!" Nalan Zhijin finally resisted and said.
Huatang was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he screamed, and with a ferocious expression he pushed Nalan Zhijin away again. Nalan Zhijin, who was so strong, kept going backwards, and his body hit the corner of the table hard. With great difficulty, his chest was completely covered
The healed wound started to hurt again.
Jing Yirong happened to step into the room and heard Nalan Zhijin's resistance just now. He saw Nalan Zhijin caressing his chest in pain and the wrinkled face on his face. His beautiful eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously and he walked towards Nalan Zhijin.
Jin squatted down and opened his clothes. After seeing that there was no blood on the bandage, he twisted the buttons again, turned to look at Huatang on the bed, "He is still injured, you'd better not touch him."
"He is my son and has nothing to do with you." Huatang said sternly, "Don't say I hurt him, even if I hit him or scolded him, he is still my son. The son I gave birth to in ten months of pregnancy,
He just has to take it!"
Nalan Zhijin carefully approached the flower hall. He did not expect that his mother would treat him like this now. He stepped forward and took her hand, "Mother, it was my fault. Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"