dhibooks Chapter 11 Treasures
Chapter 11 Treasures
Yan Xingyu never thought that the dignified prince would take advantage of the fire like him.
That one golden key is enough to buy a bunch of bows and crossbows!
Yan Xingyu was so anxious that he almost wanted to stand up from the chair, but he was afraid of falling and could only suppress his reason.
He was so anxious that he was holding on to the armrest of the chair with his hands, and his toes were unconsciously touching the ground, repeatedly, as if he was about to rush up to snatch his golden handle back.
"Your Highness..." Yan Xingyu didn't want to give it to him, but he couldn't refuse directly, so he could only point his toes in vain, staring helplessly at the golden key pinched by Jing Hanzhang's finger, and repeated softly and pitifully, "Your Highness, Your Highness Your Highness."
Jing Hanzhang laughed outright.
Yan Xingyu was a little dazed, not knowing why he was smiling so much.
Jing Hanzhang played with the smooth golden handle, smiling while waiting for Yan Xingyu's answer.
Yan Xingyu was anxious for a long time there, almost breaking the armrest with his hands, and then he said in a whisper: "Your Highness, can I exchange it with another one?"
Jing Hanzhang leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair and looked at him with great interest—he originally wanted to raise his legs, but he couldn't control the paralyzed man's legs after several attempts, so he could only pretend to support his chin, seeing what Yan Xingyu could say What flowers come out.
Yan Xingyu sat upright, working hard for Jin Kaizi.
He said, "I can tell you the location of the hidden weapon on my couch."
Jing Hanzhang said coolly: "One is on the bedpost and the other is in your hands. I know both. Don't try to fool me with that."
"No, it's not." Yan Xingyu said, "There are hidden weapons hidden in other places, and there are about seven or eight places."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
The golden lock in Jing Hanzhang's hand almost slipped out from between his fingers, he said in astonishment, "Seven or eight places?!"
Jing Hanzhang originally thought that the hidden weapon tied to his hand was considered the limit of caution, but he didn't expect that there were seven or eight other places.
Is he really not afraid that if he turns over at night and accidentally touches the hidden weapon mechanism, he will die in his hands in a daze? !
Every time Jing Hanzhang thinks that this person is a weak and harmless little beauty with a scheming heart, Yan Xingyu can always shatter all his fantasies with actions so cruel that even he finds them terrifying.
However, Yan Xingyu, who is so insecure, can reveal the hidden weapon that protects his life just for a golden chestnut. Jing Hanzhang is amazed at his love of money.
Jing Hanzhang glared at him: "If I don't ask today, won't you say nothing? Let me go back and be shot into a sieve by your hidden weapon?"
Yan Xingyu's eyes were fixed on the golden peg all the time, and he didn't pay attention to what he was talking about. He heard the voice and asked with a confused face: "Ah? Has His Highness agreed to return it to Xingyu?"
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
After Yan Xingyu finished speaking, he also felt that it was common for a dignified prince to spend a lot of money, and it was impossible for him to cheat him with gold, so he quickly stretched out his hand, looked at Jing Hanzhang eagerly, and waited for him to return the golden scorpion to him.
Jing Hanzhang was really about to be laughed at by him this time.
He squeezed the golden locket and flicked it towards Yan Xingyu. Yan Xingyu reacted very quickly, reaching out his hand almost instantly, and took the golden locket casually without looking at it, and held the golden locket in his palm.
Jing Hanzhang smiled but didn't smile: "You're good at it."
Yan Xingyu froze all over.
In normal times, he would definitely finish the show of being a soft, helpless, sick and beautiful woman to the end, even if someone threw a hidden weapon, he would not reach out, but just now he was really panicked, and raised his hand to catch it without thinking.
Yan Xingyu held the golden handle, lowered his head sullenly, and wanted to hide half of his face in his collar.
"Don't hide." Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, and carefully rolled up his sleeves, "How do I get this crossbow off? I tried several times but couldn't get it off. The mechanism is too deadly. Hiss, it hurts my hand."
Yan Xingyu's eyes lit up when he heard that Jing Hanzhang wanted to return his crossbow.
He was not afraid of falling, so he stood up with difficulty holding the table, and tried to take a step. Although he staggered, at least he no longer took one step and fell three times like before.
Jing Hanzhang watched with interest as he walked towards him step by step.
Yan Xingyu walked with extreme difficulty, but he took five hundred steps abruptly for five steps, and when he got to the wheelchair, his forehead was already sweating.
Jing Hanzhang asked strangely: "Is it so difficult?"
Although Yan Xingyu was a little tired, his eyes were shining. He gasped for a few times while holding on to the armrest of the wheelchair, looked at Jing Hanzhang with some joy, and said softly, "Xingyu can walk now."
Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, feeling distressed for some reason, and couldn't say any more sarcasm.
Yan Xingyu couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to sit on the ground with his robe lifted.
He raised his head and looked at Jing Hanzhang, with joy still remaining in his eyes, he bent his eyes, raised his hands, and signaled Jing Hanzhang to hand them to him.
Jing Hanzhang leaned forward slightly, handed him his hand, and looked at him more closely.
Looking at it, he was a little dazed. He felt that this face was very familiar, but he could only see that it was full of strangeness. It was full of expressions that he would never have in his life.
Carefully rejoice.
Trying to hide the panic.
And there was something deeper... a deep scheming that he couldn't see at all.
Yan Xingyu didn't pay attention to his sizing, and was dismantling the crossbow on his wrist with some joy.
The crossbow should have been modified by himself. It is very different from the crossbow that Jing Hanzhang saw in the patrol camp. It is much smaller and more refined, but the impact damage should be reduced by half.
Next to the crossbow were two small long and narrow boxes, which were filled with unknown contents, and they were heavy. In addition, the mechanism that was buckled on the wrist to prevent the crossbow from falling out of the hand was precisely stuck on the forearm, and it fit very well.
When Yan Xingyu disassembled the bow and crossbow, he moved quickly, and accurately removed the concealed button and mechanism. For some reason, he deliberately avoided the two small boxes, as if he was worried that the things inside would fall out.
Jing Hanzhang looked at it for a while and asked, "Do you know crossbows well?"
"Yeah." Yan Xingyu pursed his lips and smiled, seeming a little shy but with a little show off wanting to be recognized and praised by others, "I did this myself."
Jing Hanzhang looked at his rare childlike pure and rare smile, and felt in a daze that this was his real appearance, not the old-fashioned appearance that he usually saw with a heart as still as water, as if he was going to become a Buddha immediately.
Jing Hanzhang seldom praises others, he usually does something casually, regardless of whether he is good or not, just waiting for others to praise himself, anyway, someone will come forward to flatter him.
But no matter how much of those compliments are sincere or false, he doesn't care, because pure appreciation is really pleasing.
Jing Hanzhang thought for a while, and said sincerely: "You are very powerful."
Yan Xingyu paused, and the crossbow bolt that hadn't been unloaded accidentally flicked, and shot straight at Jing Hanzhang's face with a whooping sound.
Jing Hanzhang was about to reach out to block it immediately, but just as he raised his hand, he saw that Yan Xingyu had grasped the tail of the arrow at some point, and the sharp tip of the arrow was within three inches of Jing Hanzhang's eyebrows.
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
It was the first time in Jing Hanzhang's life that he praised someone, and he received such "retribution".
His face was heavy, and he was about to speak when he saw Yan Xingyu quickly remove the crossbow from his arm. He was probably guilty, and he moved a little eagerly. The small box on the small crossbow was knocked open and fell down A pile of iron concealed weapons scattered all over the floor.
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Yan Xingyu: "..."
The two looked at each other.
In the end, Yan Xingyu let out a "woo", pulled the cloak dragged on the wheelchair, covered it straight over his head, hugged his knees and hid himself, pretending to be dead.
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang snatched back the cloak with a flick of his hand, exposed Yan Xingyu's head, and said angrily: "I was almost killed and didn't say anything, why are you wronged?"
Yan Xingyu whispered, "I don't."
"Okay, you don't have one, can I?" Jing Hanzhang glared at him, then raised his chin to signal another box in Yan Xingyu's hand, "What about that, what's in it?"
Yan Xingyu looked up at him, and said truthfully, "I can't say that."
Jing Hanzhang was about to roll his eyes: "You can't even tell a lie, can you?"
Yan Xingyu nodded, seeing that Jing Hanzhang was going to scold him again, he quickly promised: "But I can learn!"
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang lost his temper, leaned down slightly, and said with a smile, "Open that box."
Yan Xingyu quickly hid the crossbow behind his back.
"If you don't open it today and let me see what's inside, I'll throw all the valuables in your room into the water when I go back." Jing Hanzhang threatened him.
Yan Xingyu opened his eyes wide again, and then raised his hand to open the box without saying a word.
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Tsk, a little money fan who loves money like his life.
The box was not hidden weapons, but small packages wrapped in soft paper, which looked like icing sugar.
Jing Hanzhang bent down to pick up one, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you like candy?"
"No." Yan Xingyu shook his head, peeled away the soft paper to reveal the pills inside, he blinked his long eyelashes, his face was harmless to humans and animals, "This is the poison that seals the throat when it sees blood."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang had no expression on his face, and directly threw the poison in his hand.
This little beauty is really scary.
Jing Hanzhang lost the intention of chatting with Yan Xingyu, remembered the locations of the seven or eight hidden weapons that Yan Xingyu said, and called Aman to go back proudly.
Aman lowered his eyes to look at him, and then looked at the "Seventh Highness" sitting behind the bead curtain. Somehow he figured out something, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pushed the wheelchair and left.
After Jing Hanzhang went back, he swung Aman back, and followed Yan Xingyu's words to untie the seven or eight hidden weapons one by one.
Facing the crossbows, daggers, soft whips on the bed... and some weapons that he couldn't even name, Jing Hanzhang was silent for a long time before lying down without a word.
"It's a little scary." Jing Hanzhang closed his eyes and was still thinking, "Why are you more cautious than me, a prince? This is almost sick. Are there so many people who want to kill him?"
The snow was falling, Yan Xingyu's body was too weak, Jing Hanzhang was exhausted after just going out for a while, and fell asleep in a daze after lying down for a while.
The night was quiet and silent, only the slight sound of snow falling.
Aman came in from nowhere, lifted the curtain of the bed, and looked at the sleeping person on the bed expressionlessly.
His eyes swept over several places on the bed one by one, as if he found that the hidden weapon was no longer there, and his face became more ruthless.
Jing Hanzhang was still sleeping, ignorant of everything around him.
Aman looked at him for a long time, then touched the back of his waist with his backhand, and slowly pulled out a sharp dagger.
Like a silent cat, he leaned forward without making a sound, and the dagger in his hand was gently held by a hand before it approached the neck of the person on the bed.
Aman froze and looked back in astonishment.
"Jing Hanzhang" stood behind him, holding his hand, and said calmly, "How many times have I said, don't kill people with daggers, I'm afraid of blood."
Aman was stunned: "Sir?"
"Yeah." Yan Xingyu let go of Aman's hand, not caring that Aman wanted to attack his body at all, but lowered his body and carefully opened the small hidden compartment under the bed, as if he was about to do something extremely important.
Aman was in a trance, standing there with a confused face, staring blankly at Yan Xingyu, and shouted again: "Master?"
Yan Xingyu: "Yes."
Aman seemed to have seen a ghost: "What the hell is going on?"
Yan Xingyu said casually, "As you can see."
After he opened the secret compartment, he casually ordered as usual: "Go to the National Teacher's Mansion tomorrow morning, and ask the senior brother to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion."
Aman responded instinctively: "Yes!"
After answering, he was even more confused.
Braving heavy snow in the middle of the night, Yan Xingyu staggered back to the side courtyard with difficulty controlling his inconvenient legs.
Aman thought that he came back specially to explain this puzzling situation to him, but he didn't expect that the son of his family who changed his shell didn't intend to explain to him at all.
Aman watched Yan Xingyu open the double-layer secret compartment in the secret compartment with a serious face, and took out a small box with a lock, took out a gold key from his sleeve, and put it in as if it were a treasure.
Aman: "..."
Yes, this must be his son.