Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 14 Morning Lesson

Jing Hanzhang's face was indifferent, with his arms folded, he stared at the bowl of medicine as if he was staring at an enemy.

Aman asked cautiously: "Your Highness, are you about to get angry?"

Jing Hanzhang said coldly: "My face is full of anger now, can't you see it?"

Aman: "..."

"Don't treat me like your master, His Highness will not warn you in advance when you are angry."

After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, he continued to stare at the bowl of medicine.

Aman was afraid of causing trouble to his son, so he didn't dare to directly pour medicine on the seventh prince like last time, so he had to look worried, hesitant to speak, and bowed back.

The hot medicine was steaming at first, and then gradually cooled down.

I don't know what was added to the medicine, the smell is indescribable, permeated the whole room, almost made Jing Hanzhang spit up.

If it had been before, Jing Hanzhang would have felt that no big man would be so squeamish, no matter how weak he could be, but when he was actually in Yan Xingyu's body, he realized that this man's body was so weak that even a gust of wind could blow him down.

Even when he was not sick, Jing Hanzhang felt his whole body go limp, and his heart ached again and again. The pain was not obvious, but it was annoying.

Jing Hanzhang didn't even know how Yan Xingyu endured it.

Jing Hanzhang was angry for a long time, then reluctantly picked up the medicine bowl, held his nose and drank the medicine.

After taking a mouthful of the medicine, Jing Hanzhang almost spat it out.

A damn tongue can't taste bitterness! ?

Jing Hanzhang frowned in pain, and swallowed the medicine in his mouth with the greatest restraint in his life.

After gulping down the medicine, Jing Hanzhang leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to give himself a sigh of relief, while cursing like a gossamer: "I'm mad at me, I'm mad at me."

When Yan Xinglu comes back, he must make a fortune out of that femme fatale!

Yan Xingyu didn't know that he was about to be cheated, and Jiang Fenghua was taking him to the South Study Room.

The attendant who teaches the princes has a special status. He used to be the emperor's tutor when he was young, but he has white hair and a withered face in his forties.

When the first emperor passed away, the Holy Majesty was only 15 years old. It was Lin Taifu, the regent and other human resources who helped him to the throne.

It was rumored that Taifu Lin once blocked a stab in the back for the saint, and since then his health has deteriorated, and he is like an old man in his prime, and his life is not long.

Back then Taifu Lin took the initiative to resign and return to his hometown when he learned of his fate, but the Holy Majesty insisted on keeping him, looking for a good doctor and various precious medicinal materials for him. After so many years of tossing around, he still saved his life.

Mrs. Lin was sitting by the table and taking a nap with her eyes closed, when she heard footsteps, she slowly opened her eyes and glanced casually.

Jiang Fenghua was used to being punished by Taifu Lin, and his calves trembled unconsciously when he saw him.

Although Taifu Lin has no official, position, power or influence in the court, even if he is teaching the prince in the South Study Room, he is idle and asks the emperor to pass the time. Be courteous to him.

Jiang Fenghua saluted tremblingly: "Teacher."

Taifu Lin was full of scholarly air, but his aura was cold and majestic. He glanced at Yan Xingyu coldly and did not speak.

This is... Don't pursue it?

Seeing this, Jiang Fenghua hurried to sit down with Yan Xingyu.

As Jing Hanzhang was known throughout the capital as an ignorant idiot, Yan Xingyu thought that His Royal Highness's desk would be in the last row, because it would be easier to sleep late.

He was about to step up and walk to the empty seat in the corner, but Jiang Fenghua walked to the middle of the first row, waiting for him to sit down.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Isn't this Seventh Highness a little too presumptuous?

Yan Xingyu walked over slowly and sat down.

The national teacher once told Yan Xingyu about the situation in the capital city in a letter to Hanruo Temple. The emperor had many heirs. Except for the princes who left the palace early to build a mansion, there were only the fifth and seventh princes in the palace, and those who were still young The Eighth and Ninth Princes.

The eighth prince and the ninth prince are a pair of twins with exactly the same appearance. It is difficult to tell them apart unless they are close to each other.

Yan Xingyu took a glance and found that the twins were secretly laughing at him, their eyes almost narrowed.

The Fifth Prince in the corner looked a year or two older than the Ninth Prince, good-looking, but full of gloom, with his head bowed and his face buried in the book, looking at his posture, he wanted to cover himself with a glass cover, not to be with anyone chat.

Yan Xingyu looked back, feeling a little bit in his heart.

To put it bluntly, this entire South Study Room is the place where the young prince studies; to put it bluntly, it is someone who has nothing to do with the throne.

The fifth prince has a gloomy temper, the seventh prince does not seek to make progress, and the twins of the royal family have no chance of being on the throne.

Yan Xingyu was thinking, Taifu Lin slowly opened a page of the book and began to teach.

His tone was clear, and although he sounded slow, he actually talked through every page of the book in a short time, regardless of whether the other princes could keep up.

Yan Xingyu scanned the ten lines at a glance, and found that he had read this book when he was ten years old in the Cangshu Pavilion of Hanruo Temple.

He thought about it for a long time, and felt that according to Jing Hanzhang's temperament, it was impossible to listen to the class obediently, so he braced his jaw and imitated Jing Hanzhang to make a bored appearance.

Yan Xingyu thought about it, and suddenly realized a problem.

Didn't I come into the palace to help Jing Hanzhang get the jade? Why did I suddenly start class?

This is another price.

Yan Xingyu casually knocked on the table, planning to go back and cheat Jing Hanzhang for another piece of jade.

At this moment, Jiang Fenghua pretended to be nonchalant and put a piece of paper in front of Yan Xingyu, with a line of lower script written on it, which was much more beautiful than Jing Hanzhang.

Yan Xingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out to pick up the paper and glanced at it.

"Some time ago, I followed His Highness's order and checked Yan Xingyu."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu looked at the line strangely, then turned his head to glance at Jiang Fenghua.

Jiang Fenghua asked for credit all over his face, and began to write again with a pen.

Yan Xingyu understood, it turned out that Jing Hanzhang was still checking him behind his back.

Soon, Jiang Fenghua finished writing and handed over the paper.

Yan Xingyu looked down.

"He is indeed what you said. He is weak and cowardly. He spends all day copying scriptures and chanting Buddha in the mansion."

Yan Xingyu: "???"

He thought that Jing Hanzhang would investigate some things about him when he was young, or about Hanruo Temple, why did he suddenly mention copying Buddhist scriptures?

Just as he was wondering, Jiang Fenghua happily wrote another line.

"It's the best way to trick me into copying books for you."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu exerted a slight force on the hand holding the pen, and the Langhao pen broke directly in his palm.

"I'm going to be angry," he thought blankly.

The faint voice startled Taifu Lin, he rolled his eyelids and said, "Your Highness, do you have any objection to this theory?"

Yan Xingyu took a breath, suddenly smiled, and said, "Yes."

Jing Hanzhang in Xiang's mansion suddenly felt a chill down his back. He thought someone was going to assassinate him, so he frowned and turned his head to look. Then he saw that the windows were not closed, and the cold wind was blowing in.

He was about to call Aman when he heard a series of footsteps coming from the door.

Jing Hanzhang frowned and turned his head to look.

Yan Weiming came here at some point, leaning on the door frame and staring at him.

Jing Hanzhang looked at this immature child with "I want revenge" written all over his face, raised his brows, and laughed.

Come on for fun.