Demon Phoenix Evil Emperor: Killer Crazy Concubine

Jing Yirong opened her round eyes, no matter how much she closed her eyes, she couldn't fall asleep, she sat up helplessly and looked at the front of the house, there was no black shadow on the window paper, since when can she sleep peacefully all night with him by her side?

Jing Yirong got up and walked into the courtyard without any clothes on. The autumn wind was bleak and the cold came in waves. This kind of cold is really suitable for practicing.The corners of her mouth slightly raised, she had let Zhenqi and Zhijin live in her small courtyard for convenience, now that she thinks about it, she really didn't make a wrong decision.

He stepped open the door of Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin's room, and dragged them into the small courtyard without any explanation.

Nalan Zhijin rubbed his sleepy eyes, confused, "What's wrong, Master?"

"Practice." Jing Yi's expression was neither salty nor light.

Nalan Zhenqi hugged her shoulders and shook her teeth, "Master, you mean now?"

"something wrong?"

"No, let's get dressed first." Nalan Zhenqi pulled Nalan Zhijin to go back.

Jing Yirong stepped forward and pulled the collars of the two, "What clothes are you wearing? This is just right."

"It's very cold." Nalan Zhijin said pitifully.

Jing Yirong showed a smile, "You don't need to wear clothes, you go on your horses first, and I will find some warm things for you, Master."

"Yes," Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin walked obediently. You must know how terrible it is to wear a thin underwear in the middle of the autumn night. Chu Zun's little prince couldn't bear this kind of suffering, sleep also came slowly, they half-closed their eyes and took unsteady horse stances.

Jing Yirong appeared at the gate of the courtyard with a bucket in one hand, and did not wake up when he saw the two of them drowsy.Just pour all the cold well water in the bucket on the bodies of the two of them.

"Ah!" "Ah!"

The sound of two people killing pigs came, and the cold well water scratched their delicate skin like razor blades. The two fell asleep instantly, staring at Jing Yirong with their eyes wide open, "Master."

"Put on the horse." Jing Yirong said bluntly, turning a blind eye to the trembling lips of the two.

"It's so cold," Nalan Zhijin said pitifully.

Jing Yirong grabbed Nalan Zhijin's collar, "Is this called cold? Zhijin, you want to rescue your mother? You think you can rescue your mother because you sleep under the quilt every day, won't you?" Would it be too whimsical? You can leave now and don’t recognize me as a master, but I want to tell you that your mother is now in the dungeon, surrounded by rats, and she can only compete with other prisoners to eat. I can’t take a bath once a year, and I don’t know when I will die.”

"You are not allowed to call my mother!" Nalan Zhijin was angry again.

Jing Yirong let go of Nalan Zhijin, "Then tie your horse well, and if it's cold, I'll throw you into the river and see who will save your mother after you die."

Nalan Zhijin glared at Jing Yirong fiercely, his small body almost couldn't stand still, so he insisted on making a horse step unconvinced.

Jing Yirong turned to Nalan Zhenqi, "Aren't you going to change it? Haven't you had enough of the eyes and insults in the deep palace?"

Nalan Zhenqi has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks noble, but she has never practiced martial arts since she was a child, and occasionally only rides horses and shoots arrows.Now thinking of the bullying he has received on weekdays, he also feels that the cold on his body is nothing, so he obeys Jing Yirong's words.

Jing Yirong entered the room satisfied, and said a moment before closing the door: "You can go to sleep when I fall asleep."

The two looked at each other again, thinking that Jing Yirong would fall asleep quickly.It's just that neither of them thought that Jing Yirong wasn't sleepy at all, they had been tied up for almost two hours, and as soon as their bodies moved slightly and they were about to fall to the ground, Jing Yirong's voice would come from the room, "Persevere Live? Another bucket of water?"

The two of them were so frightened that they immediately adjusted their poses again. Their thin bodies had already been so numb that they lost consciousness. How could they feel that their legs were still their own? They just wished they could pass out immediately.

"Go back to sleep." Jing Yirong said suddenly, the two of them just thought it was their own hallucination, and after Jing Yirong said it again, they were sure that they had heard correctly, and immediately sighed deeply.

But his feet didn't know what to do, Nalan Zhijin fell to the ground, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up, his feet were cramped and painful, tears rolled in his eyes.

Regardless of the pain in his waist, Nalan Zhenqi bent down to caress Nalan Zhijin, but his hands were shaking desperately and he couldn't help himself, and his heart was anxious and cruel.

The door facing them was suddenly pushed open, Jing Yirong was still in unlined clothing, she stood with an indifferent face, "Now you know that there are things in this world that you can't do?"

Neither of them spoke, and there was some resentment in their hearts.

Jing Yirong sighed, stepped forward and picked up Nalan Zhijin, letting him lie on his shoulders.The other hand was handed over to Nalan Zhenqi, Nalan Zhenqi watched for a long time before slowly handing over his hand, Jing Yirong brought the two of them into their room like this.

Nalan Zhijin was lying on the bed with leg cramps, and Nalan Zhenqi was sitting beside him with a look of bewilderment.

"Go and change your clothes," Jing Yirong smoothed Nalan Zhijin's feet, and said to Nalan Zhenqi while massaging them intently without looking back.

Nalan Zhenqi still wanted to speak, but Jing Yirong suddenly raised his head, "Any comments? Do you want to continue walking?"

"I don't want to," Nalan Zhenqi immediately passed obediently.

Jing Yirong practiced a little, warming his palms and caressing Nalan Zhijin's legs, relieved some of his soreness, gradually the cramps disappeared.

Nalan Zhijin's eyes were red, but the tears still fell, after all, he was only six years old.

Jing Yirong smiled, and wiped away the tears from Nalan Zhijin's eyes, "Little thing, don't cry, you are a man."

"It's so cold and it hurts." Nalan Zhijin's immature voice was a little hoarse, and he probably had a cold.

Jing Yirong nodded, "I know, but if you want to defeat me and save your mother, this is the only way."

"You are a bad woman." Nalan Zhijin made a serious conclusion.

Jing Yirong didn't refute, "I never thought of being a good woman."

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."

"I hate you."

"Each each other."

"I am going to kill you."

"Wait until you change your teeth."

"I..." Nalan Zhijin rolled his eyes a few times, but couldn't find a word, and turned his head angrily, ignoring Jing Yirong.

Nalan Zhenqi walked out of the inner room, and changed into clothes that had been dry for a lifetime, "Master, did you practice like this before?"

"Before?" Jing Yirong suddenly fell silent, was she ever this happy before?It's just such a simple exercise.

Nalan Zhenqi stepped forward, "Master, why didn't you talk? Were you like this before?"

"No."

"You still let us do this," Nalan Zhenqi whispered.

Jing Yirong stood up and walked towards the door, looking at the broken crescent moon in the dark, and said lightly, "When I was practicing kungfu when I was young, if I couldn't do it well, my master would let my brothers who were stronger than me beat me. The only person who can't resist is death. I At first I was unwilling to fight back. I passed out [-] times within a month, and then continued to fight after waking up. So later I learned to fight back, using any method to fight back, whether it was pretending to be unconscious or pretending to be pitiful. I have lived two, and I am one of them."

Nalan Zhijin and Nalan Zhenqi listened blankly, suddenly felt that their master was so pitiful and distressed.

"Don't pity anyone!" Jing Yirong suddenly turned to look at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "If a person wants to kill you for the first time, you shouldn't give him a second chance. The man who killed you will never change his mind, don't expect him to be better."

After speaking, Jing Yirong left the room.Nalan Zhenqi climbed into bed and slept next to Nalan Zhijin, although her whole body was cold and sore, she was thinking silently.

Nalan Zhijin hugged Nalan Zhenqi's body, and said in a low voice, "Seventh Brother, isn't Master very pitiful?"

"Master is amazing." Nalan Zhenshi thought for a long time before answering lightly.

There was silence in the room, and both of them fell asleep exhausted after a night of exhaustion.The next day, the two of them caught a cold as expected, and their bodies were scalding with a high fever.

Jing Yirong sat in the room and looked at the servants in the room, who looked like they were in imminent disaster, pouted and walked towards the bed, looking at the witch doctor, "How is it?"

"The two princes have a cold, but luckily they didn't get pneumonia. After the minister prescribed the cold medicine to make the two princes sweat, the fever will subside this afternoon." The witch doctor replied respectfully.

"If you have a high fever, will you get pneumonia?" Jing Yirong asked.

The witch doctor didn't understand, but he still replied, "I prescribe some preventive medicine, and then use some small witchcraft to protect the two princes' bodies, and the two princes will not be infected with any diseases."

"Is there a medicine that is invulnerable to all poisons?"

The witch doctor was slightly stunned, "I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

"If the Crown Princess asks the minister if there is this medicine in the palace, the minister will definitely answer no. But the minister dare not answer that there is no such medicine in this world. The world is so big, some people are proficient in witchcraft, and some people become immortals. Waiting for the extraordinary medicine."

"I see." Jing Yirong suddenly thought of Ye Xieming, whether his ability to illusion means he has this kind of medicine.

Jing Yirong stepped forward and lifted the sheets on Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "Don't pretend to be dead, get up."

"What are you doing?" Nalan Zhijin frowned, "We all have a cold."

"The witch doctor said that drinking the medicine and sweating would be good. Do you really think it's a serious illness? After drinking the medicine, let me practice handstands in the sun." Jing Yirong turned to the witch doctor, "The witch doctor should do more sweating. Life should be more beneficial to the wind and cold."

"En... yes." The witch doctor replied hesitantly.

Jing Yirong clasped his hands on his shoulders, "If you don't get up again, I'll fetch a bucket of water to wake you up again."

"Let's get up." Nalan Zhijin and Nalan Zhenqi immediately put on their clothes, rushed into the small courtyard while the slaves were stunned, and started practicing handstands facing the tree.The sun on the body does make people feel a little warm, but the smell of the medicine that has just entered the stomach also makes people feel countercurrent, and it is bitter in the mouth.

"Witch doctor, can their bodies bear it?" Jing Yirong asked.

The witch doctor nodded, "Young and strong, of course."

Jing Yirong chuckled, "This is the best, it will be much easier to practice without any scruples."

The witch doctor couldn't help looking at his master, the princess, for the first time.She looks like a fairy, her body is slender and obviously looks fragile, but she exudes a shocking aura that even men can't match.