Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 13

Before Yan Xingyu entered the palace, Jing Hanzhang called him to him and removed the crossbow on his arm in front of him.

Yan Xingyu's eyes widened, struggling to run back, but Jing Hanzhang grabbed his hand.

Jing Hanzhang dismantled the crossbow and said, "You are the Seventh Prince now, what will you look like with a hidden weapon when you enter the palace? If the Jingzhe Guard finds out, my father will definitely investigate carefully."

Yan Xingyu was stiff all over, and said in a low voice: "But..."

Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, saw him holding his paws like a cat, and said angrily: "If my father knows that you and I have exchanged souls, the first thing we will do after we both return to normal is to have the Jingzhe Guards secretly eliminate you." drop you."

Yan Xingyu was taken aback.

"Fool." Jing Hanzhang untied the crossbow, threw it on the table casually, glanced at him, and said, "If you don't want to die, just learn my words and deeds. Your Highness won't be able to save you if someone finds out."

Yan Xingyu's face was pale. He had entered the palace once after returning to Beijing, but that time he didn't bring anything with him, and was tricked by the emperor. After returning, he suffered a serious illness, which made him even more repelled from entering the palace.

Seeing his ugly face, Jing Hanzhang gave a "tsk", hooked his hand at him, and said, "Put your head here."

Yan Xingyu couldn't do Jing Hanzhang's arrogant behavior of bending down and putting his head in front of others. He stepped forward and lowered his body slightly, looking up at him—even if he squatted down, it was a demeanor that Jing Hanzhang could never do in his life grace.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang also disdained elegance, and angrily stretched out his hand to brush the red ribbon on Yan Xingyu's hair, saying: "There are black iron wires that cut iron like mud in this red ribbon, which is enough for your self-defense."

Yan Xingyu raised his hand to caress the red sash, and as expected, he found a few iron wires inside.

"Can I go?" Jing Hanzhang knocked on the handrail impatiently, urging him, "Hurry up, hurry up, if my seed material is taken away, you will have no jade."

Yan Xingyu hurriedly stood up, wrapped his fingers around the red sash, and finally felt a sense of security, he nodded: "Yes."

Then he turned and left.

Aman went out to see him off, and when Yan Xingyu was leaving the side courtyard, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and turned around to tell Aman.

Aman complied without a word.

The ones who came to pick up Jing Hanzhang were Jingzhe Guards who only listened to the emperor's orders. Yan Xingyu thought it was just a few guards coming over, but he didn't expect to see a familiar man sitting on a tall horse as soon as he left the gate of Xiangfu.

The man was wearing a purple robe, with a scimitar pinned to his waist, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of terrifying majesty and hostility.

Yan Xingyu recognized him, the leader of the Jingzhe Guard, Yan Chenxi.

It's his cousin.

Yan Ji has a brother from the same country, one is the prime minister, the other is the prestigious general of the town, both are important officials in the court.

When Yan Xingyu was in Hanruo Temple, he heard from the national teacher that the relationship between Yan Ji and Yan Xiuzhi was like fire and water, and they were very at odds.

It has been half a month since Yan Xingyu, and no one from the General's Mansion has come to greet him, and Yan Chenxi has been ordered to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to pick up His Highness the Seventh Highness, but he only sends a message, and he doesn't even want to step into the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

It seems that the relationship between the two governments is really bad.

Yan Chenxi saw the "Seventh Highness" come out, got off his horse, cupped his fists and saluted, "Welcome Your Highness back to the palace."

Yan Xingyu pretended to be calm, and recalled Jing Hanzhang's usual behavior, and then he said.

"Humph."

Yan Chenxi: "..."

After Yan Xingyu finished humming, he didn't dare to look at Yan Chenxi's expression. He saw the chariot with palace lanterns hanging beside him.

Yan Chenxi glanced back, and frowned slightly, as if he didn't expect it to be received so easily.

A few days ago, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince rode a horse in the palace and even skipped the lectures in the South Study Room. The emperor got angry and ordered him not to ride a horse for a month.

Yan Chenxi took the order to pick him up, and specially prepared a sedan chair, thinking that His Highness the Seventh Prince's dog temper would definitely make trouble with him unreasonably.

did not expect……

The Seventh Highness, who has always been lawless and clean under the eyes of the sky, took the initiative to sit in the chariot without saying a word?

First, he didn't act like a demon, and second, he didn't get angry, so he just snorted.

The other guards who came along with Jingzhe looked at each other in blank dismay, with a look of astonishment on their faces, "Am I finally blind?"

Yan Chenxi was only responsible for picking up the people, seeing that the "Seventh Highness" was very cooperative, he didn't care too much, and devoted himself to guarding the carriage and entering the palace.

In the chariot, Yan Xingyu casually looked at his strange hands and the red tape wrapped between his fingers. He remembered something again, and began to feel his pulse again with his left hand on his right wrist.

The pulse condition is still very strange, it doesn't look like poisoning, nor does it look like an old disease.

But it's just weird.

Yan Xingyu explored for a long time before putting down his hand.

Let's wait for the fish to come back.

After Yan Xingyu entered the palace, he was led to the Hall of Supreme Harmony by the palace servants.

The emperor and the national teacher were discussing important matters in the hall, and they didn't see him, so they directly asked him to go to the side hall to choose jade.

Along the way, Yan Xingyu was thinking about Jing Hanzhang's usual manners and habits, as well as the sentence "It's all over" he told him, frowning slightly.

Even if Jing Hanzhang acted recklessly, he couldn't take all the precious seeds, so the emperor wouldn't be suspicious?

Yan Xingyu thought about it for a while.

Then came to the side hall where the seeds were placed.

Yan Xingyu looked up, and his eyes were shocked by the pile of high-quality seeds.

Gong Ren said: "Your Highness, Your Majesty said that you can choose a few pieces..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xingyu interrupted him, raised his brows, and said, "I won't choose, I want everything."

Palace man: "..."

The palace servant was a little embarrassed: "Your Highness, Your Majesty has ordered..."

Yan Xingyu didn't want to embarrass others, but Jing Hanzhang said that he wanted everything, so he had to interrupt others again, saying: "Don't talk about it, send it all to me...to His Highness."

After he finished speaking, he felt that it was not in line with Jing Hanzhang's habits, so he added "hmph".

Palace man: "..."

The palace servants had no choice but to ask His Majesty for instructions with a bitter face.

After a while, the palace servant ran back and whispered, "Return to Your Highness, Your Majesty has agreed, and said that as long as you don't miss classes in the South Study Room, I will give you these seeds."

Yan Xingyu said, "Okay."

The palace people hurried to answer.

Yan Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief quietly. He pretended to be casually looking at the seeds in the box, and finally selected the best one, stretched out his fingers and drew a circle on it, as if marking his own mark.

"This one is very good." Yan Xingyu thought, "I want this one."

Seeing this piece of jade, Yan Xingyu suddenly felt that it was not a loss to come to the palace.

I just hope that the Seventh Highness will keep his word.

Yan Xingyu picked out the jade and originally planned to find ways to meet the national teacher, but before he thought about it, Jiang Fenghua ran over in a hurry.

"Your Highness." Jiang Fenghua was sweating and panting, "Why haven't you gone to the South Study Room today? The Tutor is already pulling out his beard in anger."

Yan Xingyu was taken aback: "What?"

South study?

Xiangfu, side courtyard.

Jing Hanzhang was fiddling with the crossbow left by Yan Xingyu. He was good at riding and shooting, and knew the crossbow very well. After Yan Xingyu unloaded the crossbow in front of him, he memorized every mechanism of the crossbow. Draw the diagram of the crossbow mechanism on the paper.

Jing Hanzhang was just passing the time, he got impatient halfway through the painting, so he simply daubed some ink on the paper for fun.

When Aman came over with the medicine, Jing Hanzhang was already bored enough to flip through a stack of Buddhist scriptures copied by his young master.

Smelling an indescribable smell of medicine, Jing Hanzhang's expression changed. He looked up and said immediately, "Take the medicine away, I won't drink it."

Aman didn't listen, stepped forward slowly, and carefully placed the medicine in front of Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang recalled the tragic experience of being drugged last time, and his face turned green: "I said take it away! After your son finds the national teacher and exchanges our souls back, you can let him drink it himself."

Aman's face was full of innocence: "But my son's health is not good, and he can't stop taking three bowls of medicine every day."

Jing Hanzhang was expressionless, and said coldly: "If I drink this bowl of medicine, your son's health will be even worse."

The smell of the medicine almost made Jing Hanzhang vomit a mouthful of blood, let alone drank it.

Aman was still persuading: "No, the young master is used to drinking medicine, and his tongue can no longer feel the bitterness."

Jing Hanzhang still didn't drink, as if he had seen through everything, he said indifferently: "Did your young master specially order it?"

Aman choked.

Jing Hanzhang was almost laughed out of anger, he didn't expect that little beauty to dare to plot against him like this.

"Say." Jing Hanzhang asked coldly, "What did he say?"

Seeing that he was exposed, Aman had no choice but to say in a low voice: "Young master said before leaving that he will go to the palace for you to do business, and if he comes back, he will drink bitter medicine. It's so hard."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

So you dare to let His Highness drink for him? !

Where did he get the guts? !