Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 1 Return to Beijing

In the 23rd year of Yingzhao, the river dried up in severe winter.

It has just finished a snowfall in Kyoto, covered with snow, and the north wind is cold.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city yawned and opened the city gate. Before they could open their eyes, they were shocked by the overwhelming chill.

The sky is not yet bright, and I can vaguely see a bleak scenery outside the city, and looking further away, I can only see layers of mist that seem to be able to engulf people.

Not far away, a carriage swayed through the mist accompanied by the faint sound of golden bells.

Walking closer, there was a word flying and phoenix dancing on the lantern hanging from the corner of the carriage tent, vaguely looking at it, it seemed to be "Han", a half-grown boy raised his whip, and stopped slowly.

"My lord, let's go to the capital city!"

The boy jumped down happily, and while talking to the people in the carriage, he took out the guide and customs clearance document and handed them to the officers and soldiers.

The person in the carriage didn't respond, but let out a suppressed cough.

The two officers and soldiers took the guide and document and glanced at them, looked at each other for a while, and looked at the carriage a little strangely.

One person asked, "Your son's name is Yan Xingyu?"

The young man didn't know, so he said, "Yes, don't you know how to read?"

The officer and soldier coughed dryly, and his expression became even weirder. He saluted and said, "So it's Mr. Xiangguo."

Yan Xingyu, the prime minister's son, was weak and sickly since he was a child, and was sent by the prime minister to Hanruo Temple in the south of the Yangtze River to recuperate. He has been away from Beijing for ten years, so few people should know him.

But during this period of time, someone spread rumors that Yan Xingyu, who had a diabolical fate, would return to Beijing at the end of the year.

The capital city lacks nothing but excitement—even the rumored trivial matter of the idiot Seventh Prince asking "What does it mean" at a palace banquet has been rumored for years.

Within a few days, the entire capital city knew that the disaster star Yan Xingyu was going to return to the capital, and they all wanted to meet the legendary Young Master Xiangguo, whether he would cause disasters as the rumors said.

Originally, some people just took it as a joke, but they didn't expect that Yan Xingyu actually returned to Beijing.

The officers and soldiers clasped their fists together and said, "Next month will be the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens. The holy order has been ordered to strictly investigate all those who enter the capital. Please, sir, open the door of the carriage."

The young man was stunned, his eyes widened: "Since you know that my son is the son of Xiangguo and not a villain, why do you want to investigate?"

The officers and soldiers sneered in their hearts, they were not villains, but disaster stars.

But his face is extremely respectful: "This year, everyone who comes to the capital from the four regions will be searched, not for the young master. Now it is the end of the year, if there is a small mistake, I will lose my head."

The young man said anxiously: "My son is weak and can't see the wind, so you can't search!"

The officers and soldiers, on the other hand, acted like they would not enter, and they would not let them go unless they were searched.

When the two faced each other, they attracted the people around them to look at them.

At this moment, a muffled cough suddenly came from the carriage, the sound was moderate, as if trying to suppress the cough.

A hand gently protruded from the carriage, with distinct joints, and a string of worn-out Buddhist beads wrapped around its wrist.

The plain colored curtains were gently lifted, and a young man in white sat in the narrow carriage, raised his eyes slightly, and the morning sun poured into the carriage, illuminating half of his face.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city were originally full of impatience, but they raised their heads inadvertently, and were stunned for a moment.

Yan Xingyu, the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion, looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, half-draped in black silk like ink, and a strand of hair hanging on his shoulders seemed to be able to wrap his slender sick body.

Probably because of a cough just now, the ends of his eyes were a little red, and the smudged red completely covered a drop of red tear mole under his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be covered with misty mist, which lasted for a long time.

"Aman." Yan Xingyu's breath was disordered, and he knew that he had been ill for a long time, "Don't mess around."

His face was pale and sickly, only the bitten lips and the red moles under his eyes were bright.

The boy named Aman rushed over: "Your wind and cold are just right, don't blow the wind anymore."

As he spoke, he was about to close the curtain, but Yan Xingyu shook his head lightly, nodded to the officers and soldiers who were staring blankly and said, "Trouble, let's do a search."

Yan Xing Yuzhou was exhausted and came all the way to the capital, his brows and eyes were full of tiredness, and he didn't even want to say a word, but his etiquette made people hard to find fault.

The officers and soldiers were stunned for a long time, and then hurriedly asked people to search for the carriage.

There was nothing on the carriage, just one person and a box containing things. In the box were only a few old clothes that had been washed white, and the rest were all kinds of medicines.

In the corner a black cat is curled up sleeping.

The officers and soldiers quickly searched and let him go.

Aman glared at them angrily, and hurried up to put down the curtain.

Just when the curtain was about to fall, Yan Xingyu, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly reached out and lifted the curtain.

Aman asked doubtfully, "My lord?"

Yan Xingyu pinched the curtain, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, his beautiful eyes like glass looked not far away.

Aman looked over and saw a young man in red at the bottom of the city wall holding a horse rope, looking at them with a half-smile, and he didn't know how long he looked at them.

Yan Xingyu's eyes just met that person, and with a flick of his finger, the curtain fell instantly.

Aman knew that his son was used to being pure-hearted and ascetic, and there must be a reason for looking at someone so abnormally. After thinking about it, he asked the officers and soldiers at the side, raised his hand and pointed at the young man in red, and said, "Who is that person?"

The officers and soldiers who were close to him were about to check on the next person. They casually looked along Aman's hand, and when they saw the boy's appearance clearly, they were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat.

He immediately pulled Aman's hand down, and said in a low voice, "That's His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince! Don't be presumptuous!"

Aman didn't know how to point it out and acted presumptuously, but he didn't say much when asked about his identity. He curled his lips and got into the carriage, flicked his whip, and entered the city gate.

While driving the horse, Aman said unhappily, "That man just made things difficult for us on purpose."

Yan Xingyu said indifferently: "Just returned to Beijing, don't cause trouble."

"I don't cause trouble." Aman reined in, and sneakily flicked the stone in his hand not far away.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the officers and soldiers who were going to meet the Seventh Prince suddenly felt a pain in their knees and staggered straight to the ground.

Just fell under the horse's hooves of His Highness the Seventh Prince, and didn't get up for a long time.

His Highness the Seventh Prince——Jing Hanzhang lowered his eyes, staring at the officers and soldiers under his horse's hooves with a half-smile: "There is no need to perform such a grand ceremony, get up."

The officers and soldiers were pale, but they stood up despite the severe pain in their knees, saluted and said: "I have seen His Highness Seven."

Jing Hanzhang was wearing hunting clothes, with a fiery red cloak tied on his shoulders like a flame, and the hunting sounded when the cold wind blew, and the red tassels with tassels were faintly visible between the long and high buns.

He drove his horse for a stroll in the open space outside the city, and the horse's hooves made messy marks on the snow. He responded casually, not knowing what it meant.

The officers and soldiers were about to break out in cold sweats. The seventh prince, Jing Hanzhang, was favored by the sage. He had a surly temper and was unpredictable.

If he was offended, even if he had a hundred heads, he wouldn't be able to lose it.

Fortunately, Jing Hanzhang didn't blame him, and soon a young man rode his horse and chased him up, followed by an anxious attendant—they should have just returned from the hunting ground in the outskirts of the city, and there was still a young deer with a injured hoof locked in a cage. Yo Yo whimpered.

Jiang Fenghua exhaled a mouthful of white mist: "Your Highness!"

Jing Hanzhang turned around and raised his eyebrows: "You lost again."

Jiang Fenghua bowed down and said, "Your Highness is better at riding, and I'm willing to bow down."

Jing Hanzhang snorted casually and said, "Father shouldn't have detained me in the capital to study some books. If I could go to the Northwest with Brother Eldest Emperor, I would have beaten those barbarians back to my hometown long ago."

Jiang Fenghua said: "The northwest is tough, and the frontier is full of horses and soldiers. Your Highness must not be in danger."

Jing Hanzhang paused, looked at him strangely, and said, "Just mention the words 'mowing horses and vigorous soldiers' again, and tomorrow the martial arts field will be you and me fighting each other."

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

He almost forgot that His Royal Highness the Seventh Highness had made a big joke a few years ago because he didn't know what the meaning of "mobilizing horses and fighting hard" was, and he didn't know how long he had been laughed at by the people in the capital city.

Jing Hanzhang is good at riding and shooting. He has never been defeated in the martial arts field at a young age, but he doesn't know anything about lessons. He is often punished by the Taifu and the Holy Master.

When Jiang Fenghua thought of Jing Hanzhang's fierce and stern posture in the martial arts field, he immediately shook his head desperately: "Your Highness is superb in martial arts, and I must not be an opponent, so let's not disturb your highness."

Jing Hanzhang has a surly temper, but he had fun in the hunting ground, so he didn't say much.

Everyone rode their horses into the city, and Jing Hanzhang rode slowly, thinking of something, and asked Jiang Fenghua, "Did you tell me about Mr. Xiangguo before?"

Jiang Fenghua was a little surprised.

Yesterday, when he and Jing Hanzhang casually talked about Mr. Xiangguo, who was widely rumored in the capital city, Jing Hanzhang's expression faded, and Jiang Fenghua just started to say his name, and Jing Hanzhang ran away impatiently.

Why are you suddenly interested now?

Jing Hanzhang's temperament is arrogant and willful, Jiang Fenghua grew up with him as the prince's companion, and sometimes he can't figure out what he is thinking.

Since His Highness wanted to hear it, Jiang Fenghua repeated the rumor.

"I heard that Mr. Xiangguo is weak and weak, and he is a sick child who is dying."

Jing Hanzhang let out a lazy "hmm", motioning for him to continue.

"Yan Xingyu was weak since he was a child, and was sent to Hanruo Temple in the south of the Yangtze River to recuperate. But I heard privately that he didn't leave Beijing because of illness."

If it is to recuperate, it is easy to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, why go to the deserted and dangerous place of Hanruo Temple.

"It is said that it is because of the fate approved by the old master..." Jiang Fenghua said in a low voice, "It is the seven kills, the evil spirit of the culprit."

Jing Hanzhang sneered: "I never believed in this. What kind of destiny is it is all fiction."

Jiang Fenghua said: "The Prime Minister naturally didn't believe it, but when Yan Xingyu was six years old, he almost wiped the neck of an adult man with his own strength, and the Prime Minister couldn't do it, so he sent him to Hanruo Temple. It is clear that he is recuperating , In fact, it may be suppressing evil spirits."

Jing Hanzhang: "Didn't you say he is a sick child?"

Just now that he was panting for fear of hurting his lungs, Jing Hanzhang was afraid that he would be blown to pieces by the wind.

How could it be possible for a beauty like that whose ice sculpture has been broken to be wiped off someone's neck?

"That's right." Jiang Fenghua said, "But these are just rumors. The talk about the capital changes very quickly. It has been passed back and forth for ten years. Maybe it has changed beyond recognition, so I can't believe it."

Jing Hanzhang nodded casually, and said: "But regardless of why he was sent away back then, the prime minister has been too popular in recent years, and all officials secretly said that he has power in the government. His sick son returns to Beijing at this time. It's true...huh."

Jiang Fenghua didn't know what he was humming, but the Seventh Prince came from the same line and was incompatible with the prime minister's mansion. This "hum" probably meant to watch a good show.

Jing Hanzhang has always been dissatisfied with the prime minister, Jiang Fenghua followed his words and said: "That's right, let's not talk about his illusory fate, just say that the son of the prime minister grew up in the small dilapidated temple of Hanruo Temple, I don't know how weird he was raised Temperament, if you think about it this year, Kyoto will be very lively."

Jing Hanzhang thought to himself, I don't know if his temperament is eccentric, but he must be extremely cowardly, otherwise he wouldn't be detained by the city guards to check his carriage.

Jiang Fenghua looked at his expression, and tentatively said, "Your Highness... have you seen that Mr. Xiangguo?"

I heard rumors that Yan Xingyu would return to Beijing in the next few days.

Jing Hanzhang: "Yes, I see."

Jiang Fenghua hurriedly asked, "How about that man?"

how is it?

Jing Hanzhang thought for a while, but just now he just took a quick glance, Yan Xingyu only lifted half of the curtain, half of his face was hidden in the dark, and the outline could not be seen too clearly.

The only thing I remember is the bright red tear mole under the beautiful eyes like jade.

Jiang Fenghua saw that Jing Hanzhang seemed to be in a trance: "Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly turned around with a flick of the horse rope.

"What's so fierce and evil?" Jing Hanzhang gestured with one hand, and said disdainfully, "My Highness can knock down ten with one hand."

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, he probably felt that the sarcasm was too childish, but he was really slack in studying, so he couldn't think of any good words at the moment, so he said, "Huh!"

After finishing speaking, the horse ran away.

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

He really couldn't figure out what this "hmph" meant.

***

The night market in the capital is very bustling, and there are people setting up stalls along the road before it gets dark.

There are people from all corners of the country in the capital, and there are naturally a wide variety of snacks in the night market. At a glance, it is simply dizzying.

After Aman drove the dusty carriage into the long street, Yan Xingyu gently opened the corner of the curtain and looked out quietly.

The wind in Kyoto is too cold, he can only see the bustling long street through a gap.

Even if it was just a crack, there was still cold wind blowing in, and Yan Xingyu's fingers pinching the corner of the curtain were frozen cold.

Aman was looking at the noisy long street with joy, when he suddenly heard his master murmur.

"Pause."

Aman immediately reined in: "My lord?"

Yan Xingyu put down the curtain, and his cold fingertips were stuffed into his arms to warm the kitten's belly.

"I saw an old shop just now, go and buy me a Poria cocos cake."

Aman hurriedly parked the carriage in the open space by the side of the road, and jumped off.

Yan Xingyu warned: "Just buy one piece."

Aman said: "I know!"

save money!

After all, I happily went to buy Poria cocos cake.

Yan Xingyu closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, gently moving the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

In Hanruo Temple, there are only bells and drums in the morning and evening and the sound of chanting Buddha throughout the year. Yan Xingyu sits in the dilapidated carriage separated by a curtain, listening to the noise outside the window. The strong smoke makes him feel in a trance. Suddenly came to life.

There was a reckless sound of horseshoes in his ears, and then it seemed that someone stopped by his car window.

Yan Xingyu opened his eyes suddenly, there was a chill in his eyes, and he gently covered his wide sleeves with his hands.

He was too afraid of the cold, the carriage was tightly covered, and in the darkness, the curtains on the side were suddenly opened a gap from the outside.

Yan Xingyu was startled.

The cold wind of Kyoto blows in through the small car window, and along with it comes the first rays of the morning sun breaking through the clouds.

A young man in red was riding on a horse, looking down at him against the light, holding a scabbard in his hand, and casually picking at his car curtain.

The light was too dazzling, Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the shadowy figure from the shadow of his long eyelashes.

Jing Hanzhang held the scabbard and lifted the curtain of the car, and looked at him for a long time. The more he looked, the more he felt that the young man looked at him with wide eyes and confused, very similar to the young deer he met when he was hunting today.

The same humans and animals are harmless, with eyes full of weakness and incompetence.

In this capital surrounded by wolves, with such a conspicuous identity as the son of Xiangfu, coupled with the rumored "seven kills", it is said that the young deer think highly of him.

The young deer can still run a few steps with four hooves, but he is like a piece of meat that can only be slaughtered.

Jing Hanzhang looked at it, and suddenly smiled, his face full of rebellion.

He asked, "Your name is Yan Xing..."

Yan Xing... what's going on?

His Highness the Seventh Highness suddenly got stuck, but he has always been frivolous, even if he doesn't remember other people's names, he is not ashamed or embarrassed, but even more flamboyant: "Yan Xinglu?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."