Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 17 Woman

Jing Hanzhang loves Poria Cake the most, and he has had no problems since he was a snack, so he can't understand how he can make a fuss with just half a piece of Poria Cocos Cake, so he has to call a doctor.

He didn't know much about Yan Xingyu's body, so he could only look at Aman in a daze, calling the doctor for a while, and making medicine for a while.

Jing Hanzhang frowned: "Is it necessary to call the doctor?"

Aman looked at him with pity, as if he felt that his question was extremely pitiful.

Jing Hanzhang suddenly had a bad premonition: "What will happen to him if he eats Poria cocos cake?"

Aman didn't know what to say, but just sighed: "Your Highness, wait to drink the medicine."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

A quarter of an hour later, Jing Hanzhang felt his feet start to float, and his whole body gradually began to itch. He instinctively stretched out his hand to grab his neck, but Aman grabbed his hand after just grabbing.

Jing Hanzhang has a strong temper and hates being suppressed by others the most. Seeing this, he wants to break free from Aman, but he clearly has this idea in his mind, but he can't move his hands at all, allowing Aman to buckle his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Jing Hanzhang's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "You're presumptuous!"

The strange thing was that he clearly remembered that he had opened his mouth to speak, but there was no sound in his ears.

Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a long time, just when he thought he had seen a ghost, he suddenly felt his hand move violently, and his own angry voice sounded in his ears.

"You are presumptuous!"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback by himself.

Aman said: "Your Highness, after eating Poria cocos cake, my son's reaction will be much slower than others, and his body will be extremely itchy. You'd better not scratch."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

slow response? !Still very itchy?

Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a moment.

It's not that the reaction is slow, but that there are already instructions in the mind, but the body can't keep up at all, and it takes a long time to respond.

This……

Does Poria cocos cake have such an effect? !

How is it the same as poisoning?

Shock the Seventh Highness for a whole year!

It's just that Jing Hanzhang didn't have time to worry about this, because his whole body had already started to itch, and he stretched out his hand to grab it, but it took a long time before he could move, and was caught by Aman who was waiting at the side hand.

Jing Hanzhang was about to faint from anger: "Presumptuous! Let go of my highness!"

Aman was unmoved, and said: "Master's body is very easy to get scars, Your Highness should hold back, and don't scratch yourself."

Just now, Jing Hanzhang scratched Yan Xingyu's neck with a bright red bloodstain, which was extremely conspicuous on that snow-white neck.

Taking advantage of Jing Hanzhang's slow reaction, Aman couldn't hit him, so he quickly supported him on the couch, and clasped his hands tightly to prevent Jing Hanzhang from scratching.

He is very familiar with his movements, and he is very experienced at first glance.

How could Jing Hanzhang have ever been so humiliated, he said angrily, "How dare you treat me like this? Don't you want to die?!"

Aman looked small but had great strength, and looked innocently at Jing Hanzhang's slow struggle.

Although Aman treats Jing Hanzhang very respectfully, once it involves his son's body, he doesn't care about anything at all—when he takes the medicine in the morning, if Jing Hanzhang hasn't taken it before the medicine is cold, Aman will definitely come in and give it to him forcibly. down.

What offended the prince, Aman was so ruthless that even the emperor dared to offend.

Movement delay was too scary for Jing Hanzhang who experienced it for the first time. Sometimes he forgot that he had struggled, and a sudden movement of his body would scare him into a cold sweat.

"I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off!"

In the end, Jing Hanzhang leaned back on the chair with a semblance of anger, completely resigned to his fate.

"Don't hold me back." Jing Hanzhang said coldly, "I just don't move."

Aman carefully looked at his expression, hesitantly said: "No more itching?"

Jing Hanzhang looked gloomy, he was about to kill someone: "What do you think?"

Aman was still a little scared of him, and cautiously let go of his hand.

Jing Hanzhang really kept his word, even though his whole body was itchy, he still forced himself to stay still, but his face was so ugly that he could stab someone with a knife at any time.

Aman was still worried at first, because every time Yan Xingyu fell ill, he didn't mean anything, and promised not to catch him, but as soon as Aman let go of his hand, he immediately went to grab him secretly, leaving a pile of shallow scars on his body. It takes a long time for the medicine to disappear completely.

Fortunately, Jing Hanzhang has a higher degree of integrity than his master, so he won't be caught if he says he won't be caught, and he won't be caught if it's itching to death.

Aman observed for a long time before he felt relieved.

Jing Hanzhang has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his stamina is extraordinary. Even if his whole body is itchy to death, he still forces himself not to move.

He crossed his arms, looked indifferently at the two pieces of jade in the box beside him, and sneered.

"Carve jade?" Jing Hanzhang thought, "Carve a ghostly jade! My Highness will not carve for you even if I throw away all the jade!"

Jing Hanzhang was angry and felt uncomfortable for a long time, finally he waited for the doctor.

The doctor had white hair and a white beard, and he was staggering when he walked. A little medicine boy followed behind him to help him carry the medicine box.

Aman welcomed the doctor over, and hurriedly said: "Doctor, doctor, help my young master to take a look!"

The doctor is getting old and his ears are not very good, so he squinted his eyes and said, "What? Princess?"

Aman: "..."

Aman didn't say much, and helped the doctor into the inner room, and asked him to check the "Seventh Princess"'s pulse.

Jing Hanzhang was sulking, and finally saw the doctor coming, gathered up some strength, and said coldly: "If I can't be cured, you will all be buried with me!"

Aman: "..."

It can't be done, the Seventh Highness seems to have been fooled by Fu Ling's poison.

The doctor didn't know what he heard, so he knelt down in fright and shouted long live: "Your Majesty, please forgive me! The old minister has tried his best!"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Aman: "..."

The little drug boy helped the doctor up with a face full of embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "My husband worked in the Imperial Hospital when he was young, and he left with old problems."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

The doctor tremblingly checked Jing Hanzhang's pulse. Fortunately, he was a little confused, but his medical skills were good. He wrote a prescription with trembling hands and asked Aman to decoct the medicine. His attitude was very sincere and fearful, as if he really thought that Jing Hanzhang was the emperor.

Jing Hanzhang was so angry that he had no energy left, he rested on the soft pillow and didn't bother to talk to them.

Aman sent the man away, and whispered to the little drug boy, "Go to the butler of the Xiangfu and ask for money."

The little drug boy nodded and ran away.

Aman obediently went back to decoct the medicine. After decocting the medicine, he carried it into the inner room.

Jing Hanzhang was so angry that he fell asleep.

Aman pushed Jing Hanzhang, and whispered: "Your Highness, wake up and drink the medicine."

Jing Hanzhang managed to force himself to fall asleep and not care about the itching all over his body, and was woken up by Aman before he slept for a while.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and Yan Xingyu's pure and beautiful eyes were full of hostility, which was rare at this time.

Aman looked at him cautiously, and timidly handed the medicine bowl in front of him, motioning for you to please.

Jing Hanzhang took it expressionlessly, and gulped down the medicine with a sullen face.

Every time Yan Xingyu drank the medicine, he would get angry with himself for a while, but His Highness the Seventh Prince was not that bad, and closed his eyes immediately after drinking the medicine, ignoring him.

Aman sent the medicine bowl back, and soon came over with a small porcelain bottle, and whispered, "Your Highness, I will give you the medicine."

Jing Hanzhang didn't say a word, as if he didn't care at all, and let Aman toss about.

Aman didn't dare to touch him directly, took a small ball of cotton, dug out some sweet ointment, and gently applied it to the red marks on Jing Hanzhang's neck.

Jing Hanzhang pretended to be dead without moving.

When Aman finished applying the medicine and withdrew his hand, he didn't even open his eyes, and said with a deep voice: "Is there anything else your master can't touch? Tell me together."

Aman thought for a while, and said: "Except for Poria cocos cake and meat, master can eat other things."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Can't eat meat yet!

Jing Hanzhang was going to die of anger.

"Ah, by the way, there is one more..." Aman added in a low voice.

Since childhood, Jing Hanzhang had to eat meat every meal, and Poria cocos cake was his favorite cake. Unexpectedly, Yan Xingyu could not touch anything.

Jing Hanzhang was completely desperate, and he simply broke the jar and said angrily: "Quickly, what else?"

Give him a good time.

Aman watched Jing Hanzhang's expression carefully, and said in a very soft voice: "And...you can't touch women."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback for a moment, he thought it was other food, but he didn't expect it to be in such a wide range.

"Why can't women be touched?" Jing Hanzhang frowned, "Is it just one woman he can't touch, or all women?"

"All." Aman said, "You can't get within one step of him."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him incredulously, he didn't expect someone to be so strange that he couldn't even get close to a woman?

After thinking for a long time, he said with a strange face: "Then your son...how about marrying a wife in the future?"

Aman said: "My son has no plans to marry a wife."

Jing Hanzhang said "oh" thoughtfully, he understood.

Broken sleeve.

Seeing his expression, Aman knew what he was thinking, and quickly explained: "My son is not broken, he is just used to abstinence, and because of his weak body, he is afraid of hurting others, so he never thought of starting a family."

Jing Hanzhang leaned lazily on the soft pillow, and said with a half-smile: "I didn't say anything, why are you in such a hurry to clarify?"

Aman was silent.

Yan Xingyu grew up in a temple, and no one has ever told him about love affairs. I'm afraid he doesn't even know what Duanxiu is.

Jing Hanzhang must have been tortured terribly, and now he finally caught Yan Xingyu's little tail, and felt a little relieved for no reason.

He was about to ask Yan Xingyu about his reaction after seeing a woman, whether it was embarrassing and shy blushing, or frightened and repulsed, when he suddenly seemed to remember something, his face froze.

Aman: "Your Highness, do you have anything to tell me?"

"It's over." Jing Hanzhang thought blankly, "Half of the palace people in my palace are maids."

in the palace.

Yan Xingyu's face was indifferent, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were messy. He tightly held the red ribbon on Jing Hanzhang's hair in his hands, and his whole body was tense as if he was about to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

The whispers of the palace people came from the outer room.

"Didn't His Highness just copy the book? What's the matter?"

"Qiong Yu was just serving tea to His Highness, and just approached, His Highness suddenly seemed to be frightened, got up and ran into the inner room..."

The maid named Qiongyu knelt outside and sobbed softly: "The servant did not offend His Highness, the chief will forgive me."

The head eunuch in Jing Hanzhang Palace carefully entered the inner room, and asked for instructions outside the bead curtain: "Your Highness, is the servant not serving you well?"

Yan Xingyu took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing, they're all gone."

The main pipe: "The servant came in..."

Yan Xingyu shrank back desperately, and his head hit a hard object, causing him to groan in pain.

He resisted, and said in a low voice: "Don't come in, I... I have already rested."

The manager hesitated for a long time, he didn't see anyone on the bed through the bead curtain, but when His Highness said so, he could only nod his head in agreement, and bowed back.

Yan Xingyu listened carefully for a long time, until there was no sound in the outer hall, and then cautiously came out from under the bed.

There were several gray marks on his face, and he looked very embarrassed.

Yan Xingyu combed his loose black hair, sitting in front of the table with a face like sinking water, writing a letter to Jing Hanzhang.

Yan Xingyu raised his hand and wrote two lines in a daze, only to find that the paper was full of——

"Your Highness, help me"

"Return, Your Highness"