Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 18 You Be Good

His Highness couldn't help him either.

Yan Xingyu sat by the desk for a long time before he rubbed the ball of paper and threw it away, picked up his pen again, and wrote a letter in a proper manner.

The letter pretended to be nonchalant and wrote "can't go out of the palace, try to copy books", and secretly asked Jing Hanzhang to go to the National Teacher's Mansion to urge the National Teacher to find a way to exchange his soul as soon as possible.

After Yan Xingyu finished writing, he went to the small treasury of His Highness the Seventh Prince to pick out a piece of jade, followed the previous method and put the letter in the interlayer of the box, and sent it to Yan Chenxi.

"His Highness said it was for the Eldest Young Master."

Yan Chenxi took the box, frowning tightly.

Didn't you just reward it today, why do you reward it again?

Even so, Yan Chenxi got up and went to the prime minister's mansion.

Jing Hanzhang had already drank the medicine and rested, but when he heard that the "Seventh Highness" gave him something again, he was so angry that he was half dead.

"I don't want it! Send it back to me!"

Jing Hanzhang had no idea whether Yan Xingyu really only wanted to send the letter, or did it on purpose, every time he sent the letter for the same reason and method, and it was the same person, so couldn't he send someone from the palace to deliver it?

You have to waste jade!

Jing Hanzhang stared at Nayu, almost fainted from anger.

Yan Chenxi was checking the bottom of the medicine he hadn't finished drinking. After sniffing for a long time to make sure there was nothing weird and fatal in the medicine, he put down the medicine bowl, frowned and said, "Since His Highness has rewarded you, you should keep it. The reason for sending it back again? Isn't this a slap in the face of His Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang thought blankly: "Do I still have face?"

Trapped in such a sick and weak body, drinking that life-threatening medicine every day, and looking at my own things as rewards to "myself", how can this be justified? !

"Put it away." Yan Chenxi said, "Your Highness knows how to measure, this should be the last time."

Jing Hanzhang was so angry that he couldn't do anything, so he had to hold his nose and accept it.

After Yan Chenxi left, Aman came to read the letter to him.

Jing Hanzhang played with Yu coldly, and said, "Shortly, tell me what he wants to say."

Aman read the two densely packed letters with one glance and ten lines, and Aman, who knew his son's temperament very well, gave a dry cough.

"Young master is talking about..." Aman concluded, "Your Highness, copying books is exhausting."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

If you are tired of copying books, you can cheat me at will, right? !

Jing Hanzhang suddenly thought of the fact that the national teacher called Yan Xingyu "Little Yuer". Is it because he has been cheating other people's jade all the time? !

Jing Hanzhang was so angry that he couldn't sleep, so he took a small carving knife and carved jade angrily.

"Carve an ugly deer for you!" Jing Hanzhang thought angrily, "You will be called Yan Xinglu, Yan Xinglu!"

Yan Xinglu... Yan Xingyu got a piece of jade for nothing, and he was in a good mood even when copying the book.

He couldn't sleep in a place full of strangers, so he just copied books all night.

When I copied those three books three times, it was already dawn outside.

Jing Hanzhang's health is very good, even if he didn't sleep all night, he didn't feel much fatigue. When he changed his clothes, he asked the palace chief to send all the maids out, and there were not many people around him when he had breakfast.

The breakfast in the palace of the Seven Emperors was all meat dishes, and Yan Xingyu was startled by the table full of meat dishes as soon as he sat down.

Yesterday's lunch and dinner, Yan Xingyu didn't eat much at all, and he was afraid of being discovered and had to forcefully eat some vegetables. Yan Xingyu buried all the meat when the palace servants served the dishes at the bottom of the bowl.

He thought the breakfast would be lighter, but he didn't expect it to be the same.

Yan Xingyu pretended to be calm, only drank some porridge, and did not touch the rest.

The palace man said cautiously: "Is it not to His Highness's taste?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head.

There was some hesitation in the palace man's eyes, and the way he looked at Yan Xingyu was also a little strange.

Yan Xingyu pretended not to know, raised his hand and took a bite of the Fuling cake beside him, and said: "Take all these things away, and bring more Fuling cake."

The palace man was startled, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not a day or two since His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince has a strange temperament, and it's not surprising no matter what strange things he does.

Yan Xingyu had eaten Poria cocos cake before, and although it ended badly every time, he still loved the taste. This time he ate it carefully, and after eating two pieces, he felt that his body didn't itch, so he relaxed.

Yan Xingyu ate several yuan in a row, and he didn't get up and go to the South Study Room until Jiang Fenghua came to urge him.

Taifu Lin was still not very energetic today, and when the four princes had arrived, he continued to speak slowly.

Yan Xingyu reaped the consequences of his own misfortune yesterday, this time he didn't dare to deliberately cause trouble again, he propped his chin peacefully, seemingly in a trance, but actually he was listening to Taifu Lin's lecture.

The monks in Hanruo Temple knew how to eat fast and recite Buddha all day long. Yan Xingyu's enlightenment teacher when he was young was the young national teacher Lianchen.

After Lian Chen came to Beijing, the little Yan Xingyu had to study by himself in Zangshuge, and he had never been taught by a teacher since he was a child.

This is the first time.

Mrs. Lin was not in good health, and had to take a break after speaking for less than a quarter of an hour, and that time was also the time for the princes to play freely.

Yan Xingyu was pondering what Taifu Lin said just now, when a black shadow enveloped his eyes.

He looked up and saw that the eighth and ninth twins were standing beside his desk for some reason, squinting their eyes and smiling.

"Seventh brother." I don't know if it is the eighth or ninth prince and said with a smile, "I heard that you copied the books in the palace for a day yesterday, and the emperor praised you for being hardworking and studious. I don't know if I have the honor to ask you for advice. One or two?"

Jing Xiazhi is the Eighth Prince.

Jiang Fenghua saw that his visitor was not kind, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness..."

Jing Xia glanced at him: "Does His Highness want you to talk to me?"

Jiang Fenghua's face was a little ugly.

Jing Xiazhi had probably gotten used to bullying Jing Hanzhang by relying on his knowledge, although he would be dismissed every time, but every time he saw Jing Hanzhang's incompetent and furious expression, even if he was punished by the Taifu and his father, Jing Xiazhi would never tire of it.

Jing Hanzhang is too arrogant in the palace, his riding and archery skills are superb, and the emperor dotes on them, these princes who are not destined for the throne and are not favored, can only regain a little advantage in the subjects that Jing Hanzhang is least good at feeling.

Jing Xia waited all day long to see Jing Hanzhang make a fool of himself, and couldn't hide the pride in his eyes.

Yan Xingyu looked at him quietly, thinking of something, suddenly smiled, and said lightly: "Okay."

Seeing that he dared to answer, Jing Xia couldn't help laughing in his heart. He looked at the Ninth Prince and said, "I heard that Seventh Brother likes to carve jade the most. I don't know if I've ever heard the saying, 'A gentleman like Fei is as good as you are. "Cultivating like grinding"?"

Yan Xingyu said: "Of course I have heard of it."

Jing Xia took advantage of the situation and asked, "Does Seventh Brother know what this sentence means?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu began to ponder, what kind of ignorant and incompetent Jing Hanzhang is in the eyes of other people, to be asked what this kind of child knows?

Yan Xingyu was silent for a while before saying, "I know."

His silence was regarded by Jing Xiazhi as a guilty conscience, and he was even more proud when he saw this, saying: "The one who is 'like cutting like learning' is Taoism. The one who is 'like cutting like grinding' is self-education. What do you mean?"

Yan Xingyu finally understood why he always wanted to press these two well-known words to question "Jing Hanzhang".

Jing Hanzhang loves jade carving the most. Whenever the emperor gets good jade, he must first send it to the Palace of the Seventh Prince. The person who carves jade the most is an ignorant idiot who doesn't even know what it means to be a horse and a soldier.

A gentleman cultivates his body and mind like carving jade, but Jing Hanzhang carves the most precious jade in the world, but he is completely incomparable with a gentleman.

Jing Xia has been choking on these two words, his heart can be punished.

Seeing that he was silent again, Jing Xiazhi couldn't help but feel a little proud, waiting for him to throw the table in a rage.

Anyway, every time Jing Hanzhang makes such a noise, other people will think that it is because of his bad temper and initiative to cause trouble, and no one else will be involved.

Jiang Fenghua's face turned pale, and Jing Xia's provocation by coming to Mianli to hide needles was not once or twice, each time it ended with Jing Hanzhang throwing the table in anger, and then being scolded by the Tai Tuo and the Holy Master.

This time Jing Xiazhi actually used His Highness's favorite carved jade to satirize people, I am afraid that it would be even more difficult for him to get angry this time.

Jiang Fenghua shook his hands and wanted to grab the "Seventh Highness", so that he could bear it and not fall into someone else's trap.

It's just that as soon as he stretched out his hand, "His Royal Highness" waved his hand away, and casually raised his hand to pinch the wide sleeve.

Jiang Fenghua was horrified. Is this going to roll up his sleeves and hit someone? !

Even Jing Xiazhi was taken aback, and was about to step back to escape the danger, and when "Jing Hanzhang" was furious, he saw that the person who should have been furious lifted up his wide sleeves elegantly, and casually picked up a pen beside him.

Yan Xingyu's face was calm, he picked up the pen and began to write on the paper, without the usual rage and ferocity.

Jing Xiazhi: "..."

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

Jiang Fenghua said "Your Highness, calm down—" almost jumped out, but he swallowed it back abruptly, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Yan Xingyu wrote what Jing Xiazhi said on the paper, and Jing Hanzhang's handwriting, which was supposed to be "grasped by ghosts", looked like a master of cursive script, extremely chic.

Jing Xiazhi and the Ninth Prince stared blankly, and even the Fifth Prince in the corner turned his head to look over.

After Yan Xingyu finished writing, he glanced at Jing Ya with a half-smile, and said slowly, "Since you have come to beg my brother for me to teach you things that children know, then I can't refuse, come here."

His attitude was too indifferent and forceful, Jing Xia was stunned for a long time, and when he realized it again, he had already been pushed to sit in front of the table.

Jing Xiazhi: "???"

Yan Xingyu stood aside, as if a teacher was giving a lecture, raised his hand to circle a few words, and said, "These two sentences are from the Book of Songs, the eighth brother knows it, right?"

Only then did Jing Xia come to his senses, his face turned red for some reason.

Yan Xingyu tapped his shoulder with one hand as if teaching a child. Although the weight that fell on the shoulder was weak, it was inexplicably oppressive.

"'Like learning from bone tools' refers to the way of scholarship. 'Like carving jadeware' refers to self-cultivation."

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that his silly brother would not understand, so he asked gently and patiently: "Do you understand? If you don't understand, I will repeat it to you again."

It was like treating him as a fool who was worse than a three-year-old child.

Jing Xiazhi: "..."

Jing Xiazhi's aura was inexplicably suppressed by Yan Xingyu, because he was so crushed that he felt a little shame for no reason, but he didn't dare to speak out against him, so he could only grit his teeth and nod.

The people around didn't know how it had developed to this point, and they all stared blankly.

Seeing him nodding, Yan Xingyu seemed a little satisfied, raised his hand to press on his shoulder, bent slightly, leaned into Jing Xia's ear, and said in a low voice: "As you think in your heart, a gentleman is indeed like a carved jade, and your seventh brother is also Not a gentleman."

"Since I'm not a gentleman, do you still want me to behave like a gentleman and do the things of a gentleman?" Yan Xingyu said softly, "Be good, be careful when you go out at night, and be careful that someone is watching you from behind."

Jing Xiazhi: "..."

Jing Xiazhi suddenly trembled all over, feeling in a daze as if being stared at by a beast or a ghost from behind, almost broke out in a cold sweat.