Demon Phoenix Evil Emperor: Killer Crazy Concubine

Chapter 43 Nine Years of Life and Death 1 Jing Yirong climbed onto Nalan Qingyi's shoulder, felt Nalan Qingyi inside her body, and suddenly felt that she had become a real princess, a princess who belonged to Nalan Qingyi .The body's desire for Nalan Qingyi became stronger.

The room was filled with sex, men and women growled and groaned because of sex, making people blush after listening to it for a while.

Nalan Qingyi didn't know how many drugs Jing Yirong had been given, but he only remembered that he and Jing Yirong seemed to be cuddling each other all the time, deeply existing in each other's body.The servants seemed to know something, and they didn't even come to invite them for dinner.

When Nalan Qingyi woke up in the middle of the night, he looked at Jing Yirong who was sleeping soundly in his arms, with a satisfied smile on his lips.She is really beautiful, under the slender willow eyebrows, only her indifferent eyes are closed tightly on weekdays, her delicate nose is small and delicate, and her red lips can fascinate all beings just by gently raising her lips. Her smile is like a short-lived epiphyllum. When people lose their minds, it is even more worth waiting for.

Familiar with her, there is no feeling of indifference and coldness around her. It makes people feel like a fairy falling from the fairy world, so beautiful that it is so unreal. The big palm gently caresses the woman's cheeks that can be broken by blows. Such a fairy-like person, Now lying in my arms, at this moment she belongs to me.

"I said you are destined to be my man." The tenderness in Nalan Qingyi's brows and eyes is full of slyness, just like the smile of prey walking into the trap set by him. If Jing Yirong wakes up at this moment , she must feel that Nalan Qingyi looks like someone very much at this time, but it's a pity that Jing Yirong is already exhausted.

In the early morning, Jing Yirong woke up the moment the sun climbed onto the bedside.She opened her eyes and felt that her hands were surrounded by big palms, she tilted her head slightly, Nalan Qingyi was sleeping soundly beside her, and he still had a warm smile on his handsome face in his sleep.

His brows gradually tightened, and the events of last night came back to his mind little by little, and the hand held by Nalan Qingyi slowly tightened.She never thought that she would become such a naked person, throwing away all her self-esteem, and swaying her body like that under a man.

Nalan Qingyi frowned slightly, and woke up feeling the strength on his palm.When Ether came, what caught his eyes was Jing Yirong's eyes of hatred, loathing, and resentment.Nalan Qingyi withdrew her hand gently, with a pained and bitter expression on her face, got out of bed and got dressed little by little, and finally said 'I'm sorry', and left.

Jing Yirong didn't move, she hated not losing her body but that she was plotted against by someone!Perhaps because the hatred of being plotted against was so great that Jing Yirong ignored an important thing. If the man last night was not Nalan Qingyi, would she still be so indifferent?Years later, until she remembered what happened today, she finally understood why she endured it.

After Jing Yirong washed up, he summoned all the people from the Taiwomen, the servants knelt down on the ground, and the three Nalan brothers also watched from the sidelines.Jing Yirong's eyes were sharp, and his tone was cold, "Who made yesterday's tea."

"It's a slave." The tea maker replied tremblingly, "The tea made by a slave."

"Did you put medicine in the tea?" Jing Yirong stood in front of the tea maker, his voice was like a sharp knife cutting everyone's flesh.

The tea maker turned pale with shock, and immediately kowtowed several times, "The princess is wronged, I have never put any medicine in the teapot, I dare not."

"Really?" Jing Yirong obviously didn't believe it.

"That's right, the servant has definitely never done such a thing that lost his head." The tea maker slammed his head again, his forehead was red and swollen a lot.

Xiao Yan felt sorry, and knelt down, "Crown Princess, he didn't lie, yesterday's tea was taken from him by himself, and the servant also tasted a cup of it himself. If he took the medicine, then the servant should be the one who got poisoned." .”

No one in the room knew what kind of medicine was in the tea, why the princess got so angry when she was fine, and the prince didn't have the usual smile on his face today.

"So it's only you who gave the medicine?" Jing Yirong's face turned even colder.

Xiao Yan lowered her head, "No servant. The life of this servant belongs to the Crown Princess. If there is poison in the tea, this servant is willing to drink it first, so how could it possibly poison the Crown Princess?"

Jing Yirong didn't speak, just guessing what kind of person would put aphrodisiac in her water, but after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out.

"The tea you brought didn't go through someone else's hands?" Jing Yirong asked again.

Xiao Yan looked serious, "The servants will not give the crown princess's tea to anyone."

"Have you met anyone on the road?"

"No..." The scene of Nalan Zhijin getting along with her that day immediately appeared in her mind like lightning. Xiao Yan wanted to deny it but couldn't say it. Take it back hastily.

Jing Yirong felt Xiao Yan's hesitation, "Who did you meet? Tell me."

"Meet..." Xiao Yan shook her head, "The servant should be worrying too much, it can't be..."

"Speak!" Jing Yirong interrupted Xiao Yan's words with an angry roar, Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment helplessly, "I met the tenth prince on the road, but I don't think it is the tenth prince at all, so there is no need to say it."

Everyone immediately looked at Nalan Zhijin, Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Qingyi were all surprised.Nalan Zhijin lowered his head, his little hands were already clasped together, and now everyone's eyes fell on him again, feeling scared and nervous.

Jing Yirong walked towards Nalan Zhijin step by step, raised his head with his hand, "Are you the one who put the medicine in the tea?"

Nalan Zhijin backed away, shook his head and nodded again, but finally remained terrified and didn't make a sound.

"Is it really?!" Jing Yirong's voice increased.

Nalan Zhijin's body trembled violently, but he still didn't answer. In fact, his reaction already represented everything.

"Crown Princess, I have something to say." Seeing the situation, Zha Zheng hurriedly opened his mouth to make a relief.

"What?"

"Yesterday, the tenth prince went to see the Empress Huatang. On the way back, he accidentally walked into the side concubine's courtyard. When the servant caught up with him, he saw the tenth prince picking up a small bottle in the grass in the side concubine's courtyard. The slave thought it was strange at the time. I didn't think it was a big deal, but later the servant went back to the grass and found another small bottle that was very similar to what the Tenth Prince was holding at the time, so the servant picked it up. In the past, when the slave was serving the Empress of Huatang, the Tenth Prince would I have the habit of putting honey in a small bottle, I think the tenth prince probably wants to add some honey to the princess's tea, but I misunderstood it if I picked up the wrong bottle." Zha Zheng took out the bottle specially to prove it, not knowing himself On the contrary, his behavior pushed Nalan Zhijin to the brink of danger.

Jing Yirong took the vial from Zha Zheng's hand, opened the cap and sniffed it lightly, and a pungent smell came over immediately.Jing Yirong immediately handed it to the witch doctor, "What the hell is this?"

The witch doctor took some powder, put it in his nose and sniffed it, his face paled in shock, "Prince Princess, this is a blood-eating powder, the most yin and evil poison, just a little bit can kill a person."

Zha Zheng suddenly turned pale, and his body was limp and unable to support him, he slumped on the ground, "Slave, I don't know..."

Jing Yirong ignored the political investigation, and turned to Nalan Zhijin, "I'll ask you again, did you put medicine in my water? If you have any bones, you should know what I said, man Admit what you did."

Nalan Zhijin raised his head, trying not to show his fear, "I put it on. My mother gave me the medicine, and my mother said that as long as I give the medicine to the master, my mother will come out. "

"You!" Jing Yirong's usually cold face was covered with frost and endless anger, grabbed the bottle from the witch doctor's hand and put it in front of Nalan Zhijin, "Did you pick up the wrong bottle?"

Nalan Zhijin looked at the vial in Jing Yirong's hand in surprise, and nodded, "I fell down yesterday, so..."

"Stop talking about Zhijin!" Nalan Qingyi immediately interrupted Nalan Zhijin, "Yirong, he doesn't remember that the bottles are different, it's probably just a joke."

Jing Yirong turned a deaf ear to Nalan Qingyi's words, and his eyes became darker, "Nalan Zhijin, tell me, did you pick up the wrong bottle?"

"En." Nalan Zhijin bowed his head resignedly and admitted that it turned out that his mother gave him poison, poison that could kill his master.Suddenly he was so happy that he picked up the wrong bottle, he didn't want the master to die, not at all.

In fact, Jing Yirong had guessed it a long time ago. How could Huatang give Nalan Zhijin an aphrodisiac? She stared at Nalan Zhijin, but she didn't think that he really wanted to die by himself. If he hadn't picked up the wrong medicine, now I am dead.

Killing intent flashed in Jing Yirong's eyes, and he stepped forward and grabbed Nalan Zhijin's collar, "You actually want to kill me," Nalan Jinzhi's body fell out in the next second.

Nalan Zhijin slammed into the table and chair heavily, and then rolled to the ground, his forehead was bruised, "Master..."

"He didn't do it on purpose," Nalan Qingyi stood in front of Jing Yirong, "Yirong, you know that he was used by your mother, I believe he didn't want to harm you."

Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi mockingly, "Not wanting and doing are two different things. If he didn't take the wrong medicine, I would be dead by now."

Nalan Qingyi was speechless, Jing Yirong was right, she picked up this life.

Jing Yirong waved Nalan Qingyi away with a palm, and stepped forward to grab Nalan Zhijin, "Since I killed the first person, anyone who tried to kill me has never survived. I have killed the smallest I was only eight years old, and because he shot me, the bullet was only half a millimeter away from my heart. I got up after lying on the bed for half a month, and the first thing I did was to kill that child. A cold-blooded killing machine is not white Yes, now it seems that to kill you, the youngest person I, Jing Yirong, has ever killed is only 6 years old."

Everyone only half understood Jing Yirong's words, but when they heard that she had killed an 8-year-old child, everyone felt astonished as if they were dreaming.At this time, the murderous aura and hatred around Jing Yirong are frightening, as if everyone has reached the second before death, death is so close that people lose the ability to fight back, her vicious and cruel The eyes dare not look directly at it.