Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 10 Unfamiliar

Xiangfu guest room.

Yan Xingyu opened his eyes and sat up with his hands propped up.

When he was in Jing Hanzhang's body last time, Yan Xingyu only felt that he was dreaming and didn't feel much, but now he really knows that his consciousness is in another strange body.

The pain and weakness that followed him for more than ten years disappeared overnight, Yan Xingyu gently raised his hand to hold his heart, and felt the heart beating vigorously under his palm, vigorous and fresh.

It's not like his weak, paper-thin flesh and blood, the heart that seems to stop beating in the next moment.

Obviously after the exchange, he should have gone to look for Jing Hanzhang immediately, but Yan Xingyu didn't know why, but sat on the warm couch with ecstasy, pressed his chest and counted his heartbeats slowly.

While counting, he suddenly murmured, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

"I'm going to cry."

The next moment, he blinked lightly, and two lines of tears fell down without warning.

Then, a violent roar suddenly came from outside Wan Lai's silent window.

"Open the door! You, kick the door open for me!"

The voice sounded like Yan Xingyu's, but the tone belonged exclusively to Jing Hanzhang.

Someone stopped him: "Young Master! This is the residence of His Highness the Seventh Prince. Offending the prince is a serious crime."

"Stop talking nonsense! Give him to the hall...I'll call him out! I'll take the blame for it myself! Cough cough..."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Recalling what he was doing when he switched bodies, Yan Xingyu froze suddenly.

Soon, a servant tremblingly came to the door of the dormitory, knocked on the door twice, and said timidly, "Your Highness?"

Yan Xingyu took a deep breath: "Let him in."

Feeling relieved, the servant hurried out and welcomed the mad "Master Xiangfu" in.

Jing Hanzhang was rushed into the bedroom of the "Seventh Highness" pushed by Aman in a wheelchair, and faced Yan Xingyu who was on the couch through the bead curtain.

"You go first." Jing Hanzhang planned to pay Aman first, and then settle accounts with this femme fatale.

Aman was a little worried, and leaned into the ear of "Young Master" and whispered: "Young Master, if you wake up the Seventh Prince in the middle of the night, he won't eat you alive, will he?"

Jing Hanzhang, a living man: "..."

Yan Xingyu has good hearing: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was about to be furious: "You—"

Before he started to get angry, there was a piercing pain in his heart. He pressed his chest and endured the pain with a pale face, and said weakly: "Get out."

Aman listened to the young master very much, saluted slightly, and went out.

Jing Hanzhang had never experienced the pain of not being able to get angry, and he was so angry that his heart hurt when he got angry, so he could only forcefully suppress his anger, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

Seeing Yan Xingyu still sitting on the bed, Jing Hanzhang almost got angry again.

"What are you doing sitting there, worshiping the heavens?" Jing Hanzhang said angrily, "Put on your clothes, and we'll go to the National Teacher's Mansion right away."

Yan Xingyu was stunned: "But now the time has passed, the national teacher has already rested."

Jing Hanzhang said coolly: "I also rested a long time ago, didn't I still wake up by you?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang completely lost his patience: "Get up first, my body is in good shape, and I can run around the capital without blushing or panting."

Yan Xingyu listened to him patiently, and tentatively stretched his legs towards the edge of the bed with his hands on his hands.

His legs have been inconvenient for many years, and he has almost forgotten how to walk freely.

Jing Hanzhang crossed his arms, and used Yan Xingyu's gorgeous face to make an impatient expression, which was inexplicably contrary to harmony.

He was waiting impatiently for Yan Xingyu to change clothes and come out, when he suddenly heard a muffled "plop" sound inside, like the sound of a person's body hitting the ground heavily.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

"what are you doing?!"

He looked around the wheelchair, but found no mechanisms that could control the wheelchair to walk, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed the wooden wheels of the wheelchair, making the wheelchair move forward a few steps in a strange and difficult way.

Jing Hanzhang controlled the wheelchair to the inner room, opened the bead curtain and saw his own body, clothes and hair disheveled, slumped on the ground, seemingly unable to stand up.

Jing Hanzhang: "???"

Yan Xingyu tried to support his body with his hands and wanted to stand up, but he was paralyzed for a long time, and he couldn't control his legs to walk as usual in a short time. He smiled apologetically and said embarrassingly: "Your Highness, forgive me, Xingyu hasn't walked for too long, some I can't get used to this body."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang had never had his legs paralyzed for many years, so he couldn't understand Yan Xingyu's words at all.

His mind was full of thoughts: "Why are you not used to it? Isn't walking a human instinct? If you haven't walked for too long, you will have this kind of sequelae?"

Jing Hanzhang was a little unconvinced, Yan Xingyu tried many times there, but he fell heavily to the ground before taking two steps, the sound of his knee colliding with the ground made Jing Hanzhang feel a little toothache.

"Okay, okay." Jing Hanzhang compromised completely, fearing that Yan Xingyu would break his own leg, "Just sit down and talk about it tomorrow."

If Yan Xingyu went to the National Teacher's Mansion with his shell at this time, and fell on his back in the street, it would be him, Jing Hanzhang, who would be ashamed.

Yan Xingyu nodded, found the nearest chair and sat down with difficulty.

It was clearly his own body, but Jing Hanzhang could see a strangeness from that familiar face.

Yan Xingyu was accompanied by the ancient Qingdeng Buddha in Hanruo Temple, and his temperament was warm and a bit cold. Even with Jing Hanzhang's incomparable face, he could still see the heart lake like a secluded pool, as if nothing could make him feel cold. moved.

Except silver.

Jing Hanzhang felt that it was very novel, he looked at it carefully for a long time, and suddenly found a problem, he frowned and said, "Why are you crying?"

Yan Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, raised his hand to touch his face, and realized that there were still wet tears on his face. He wiped it with his sleeves, and said in a low voice, "I had a nightmare."

Jing Hanzhang sneered, even a nightmare would make him cry, how could this person be so...

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

He remembered the unlucky man in the broken thatched hut where Yan Xingyu poked his neck with an embroidery needle until he was still breathing.

Jing Hanzhang raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a little resentful towards himself.

He obviously should know what kind of person Yan Xingyu is, but why doesn't he have a long memory, as long as he sees this face, he will feel that this person is weak and helpless, a beauty in a vase?

Yan Xingyu was still wiping away the tears carefully, his posture was indescribably graceful and elegant, his brows were slightly frowned, as if there was unresolved sorrow.

Seeing his appearance, Jing Hanzhang couldn't imagine what kind of expression and posture Yan Xingyu used to poke the embroidery needle at the man's neck.

In a daze, Jing Hanzhang suddenly thought of Yan Xingyu's fate that Jiang Fenghua had told him.

Seven kills, the evil spirit of great evil.

Yan Xingyu wiped away his tears and looked up at Jing Hanzhang.

The two real and fake cripples looked at each other.

In the end, it was Jing Hanzhang who spoke first: "Who is the man in your room?"

After he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. Why does this sound like a resentful husband who caught an adulterer?

Yan Xingyu didn't know if he had been exposed more ruthlessly, so he gave up hiding and replied meekly and truthfully: "My mother sent someone to kill me."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback: "Your mother? Mrs. Xiangfu? Why did she want to kill you?"

Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes and said softly, "Because I am a disaster star."

Jing Hanzhang frowned, and said directly: "Don't lie to me, I don't believe in such a poor excuse."

"That's true." Yan Xingyu thought for a while and said, "Before I left Beijing, I wiped an assassin's neck in front of her and Wei Ming."

Jing Hanzhang was startled.

Yan Xingyu looked a little sad: "But I just want to save them."

Jing Hanzhang pondered, hesitating a little.

What Yan Xingyu said was reasonable. If an ordinary person saw a scene where a five or six-year-old child wiped an adult's neck, he would definitely leave a shadow.

What's more, Yan Xingyu was still in front of Yan Weiming.

"Wei Ming was frightened, she had a high fever for three days, and she almost couldn't be saved." Yan Xingyu continued, "Since then, she has been afraid and hated me."

No one can accept that their child is a cold-blooded, ruthless, murderous monster.

Jing Hanzhang asked again: "So after you returned to Beijing, Mrs. Yan has been trying to kill you?"

"No." Yan Xingyu shook his head, "This is the first time, the previous ones were all investigated by other people from Kyoto."

As Yan Xingyu said, the water in his eyes flashed again, as if he was about to cry again.

As soon as Jing Hanzhang saw such a weeping look on his face, his face turned green.

"Don't cry!" Jing Hanzhang stopped him, "At least don't cry with my face!"

Yan Xingyu nodded, and said obediently: "I don't want to cry, I will tell you in advance when I cry."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Even though he knew that he shouldn't laugh in the current situation, Jing Hanzhang almost laughed out loud.

Reminder before you get angry, and say it in advance when you cry?

Is this Yan Xingyu doing everything so orderly and well-behaved?

Jing Hanzhang pondered for a long time, and he didn't know how much he believed Yan Xingyu's words, so he didn't continue to ask, and hurried the wheelchair to go to the bed, as if he was going to sleep.

Seeing this, Yan Xingyu hurriedly said, "Your Highness cannot stay here."

Jing Hanzhang was a little angry, dissatisfied: "Why?"

Yan Xingyu felt that it was necessary to remind him: "You are my identity now, if you stay in the guest room, I am afraid that people in the entire capital city will gossip tomorrow."

Jing Hanzhang stared at Yan Xingyu in a daze for a long time, his face turned red, and he said angrily, "What gossip? I don't think anyone dares to arrange it! My Highness cut him off!"

Yan Xingyu looked at him strangely, not understanding why he reacted so strongly.

"It's not about His Highness. Some people will say that I don't know how to be polite and lose the face of the Xiangfu."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Only then did Jing Hanzhang realize that he was thinking too much, he coughed dryly to cover up his gaffe, his ears were still red, and whispered, "There are so many things."

But there is no need to sleep in the guest room.

He was about to call Aman back to the "broken thatched cottage", when Yan Xingyu suddenly whispered: "Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang was annoyed: "Say."

Yan Xingyu said, "Can you give me back the crossbow on your arm?"

Jing Hanzhang thought for a while, and he didn't know where his temper came from, so he snorted: "Forget it, you can't even control my legs, you can take two steps and fall three times. If your hands are also unfamiliar, you accidentally touch the arrow and hurt yourself. Your Highness's body, can you bear it?"

Yan Xingyu quickly assured: "Xingyu is extremely familiar with crossbow arrows, and will definitely not hurt His Highness."

Jing Hanzhang said, "I don't believe it."

Yan Xingyu didn't have the slightest sense of security when he left the hidden weapon. His whole body was like a tight bowstring, and he was trembling faintly.

Seeing that his face turned pale, Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "It's okay to give it to you. But you have to give me something in exchange."

Yan Xingyu immediately said, "Say it."

Jing Hanzhang raised his hand, holding a golden locket that he did not know where he picked up in his fingertips, and suddenly showed a wicked smile: "This golden locket is for your highness."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at him in disbelief.