Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 19 Assassination

After Yan Xingyu finished scaring people, he straightened up, patted Jing Xiazhi to signal him to get out of here quickly, and don't get in the way of his hard work.

Jing Xia was frightened by being pressed beside the case in a daze, and was driven away in a daze, until the Ninth Prince tugged his hand, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

Yan Xingyu had already kicked away the chair that Jing Xia was sitting on, probably because he thought it was dirty, so he picked up a new one and sat down with his robe pulled back.

Seeing his calm look, Jing Xiazhi recalled how he was forcibly suppressed just now, and felt ashamed and angry.

He threw away the Ninth Prince who wanted to persuade him in a low voice, but was so angry that he rushed up directly, and said angrily: "A few days ago, you were still asking the Taifu how to write the word 'Yu', why did you suddenly say so today?" Such a clear understanding of the "University"?!"

Jing Xia was gasping for breath, he was young, and he was very passionate, almost crying when he stared at Yan Xingyu.

Yan Xingyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Why did Jing Hanzhang suddenly ask about the word "Yu" a few days ago?

Yan Xingyu saw that Jing Ya's face was slightly distorted in anger, angry and helpless, tears were about to fall, and for some reason he suddenly thought of that little idiot Yan Weiming.

"Tsk." Yan Xingyu imitated Jing Hanzhang's way of crossing his legs, looking foolish, as if he thought it was ridiculous and stupid for Jing Xiazhi to ask this question.

After raising his legs and relaxing, Yan Xingyu suddenly thought to himself: "No wonder he always wants to raise his legs to the sky. It turns out that he abandons his dignity and sits so comfortably."

His comfortable appearance was so angry that Jing Xia almost burst into tears, so he forcibly held back.

"Didn't you just say it yourself? Your seventh brother, I was copying books yesterday." Yan Xingyu said lightly, "If you listen carefully to the Taifu's lecture, you will know that the policy theory that the Taifu gave yesterday quoted the "University" The book that I was punished for copying happened to be this one, so after copying it three times, I will understand it better."

Jing Xia was taken aback.

Yan Xingyu looked at his suddenly pale face, and smiled deeper: "It's you, who knows a few explanations and is called transparent. It seems that the eighth brother also fools his homework like this on weekdays. When the master comes back, I will definitely I will help you persuade the Taifu, and from now on, I will only teach you two sentences in each book, and you will be clear."

Jing Xiazhi: "..."

Jing Xiazhi didn't know how he ended up in this situation, he obviously just wanted to see "Jing Hanzhang"'s usual illiterate and ignorant look and became angry from embarrassment, how could it be him who was so embarrassing in the end?

Jing Xia stared at him blankly for a long time, feeling as if everyone in the South Study Room was laughing at him.

He suddenly covered his face and ran out.

The Ninth Prince also hurriedly chased him out.

The companions of the two were at a loss, and the fifth prince sneered in the corner, full of sarcasm.

All the palace people in the South Study Room lowered their heads and did not dare to look at it, but their small calculations were clattering in their hearts.

Yan Xingyu forced the two children to cry angrily, sat with his legs crossed and his face remained unchanged, and kindly said to the waiter beside him: "Remember, the eighth brother and the ninth brother escaped from Taifu Lin's class, wait for it Learn to remember to tell... Father Emperor."

The waiter said: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Jiang Fenghua was dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

His Highness... When did such a small trick happen?

Could it be said that copying books will really improve the mind? !

Yan Xingyu easily dealt with the two eyesores, propped his chin up to finish the class, and then brought Jiang Fenghua back to the palace.

Jiang Fenghua was in a trance along the way, and only woke up like a dream when he arrived at the Seven Emperor's Palace. He said ecstatically, "Your Highness did the right thing today. Normally, the Eighth and Ninth Highnesses always bully people with that bit of knowledge. I have often sued you for being lazy, and this time I should make them suffer!"

Yan Xingyu sighed silently in his heart, Jing Hanzhang was so easily provoked, yet he was bullied like this by two children.

He returned to the study, took a pen and wrote a letter, and handed it to Jiang Fenghua when he put it in the box, and asked him to send it to the prime minister's residence.

Jiang Fenghua was marveling at the copied book on the table. He didn't expect that His Royal Highness would actually take the initiative to copy the book, and it looked good. It took a lot of effort to see it.

Hearing that the box was going to be sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Fenghua was taken aback, then laughed, and said, "Your Highness seems to like going to the Prime Minister's Mansion very much these days."

Yan Xingyu supported his head, his cuffs seemed a little wet, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Yes, I really like it."

Jiang Fenghua met his eyes, feeling a little strange for some reason, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, took the box, said yes, and left the palace for business.

Xiangfu.

Jing Hanzhang was basking in the sun in the courtyard. After a night's sleep, the abnormalities caused by the Poria cocos cake had disappeared. He had just finished drinking the medicine for breakfast, and his mouth was bitter as hell, and he was very irritable.

Aman still put the Poria cocos cake on the table neatly, but Jing Hanzhang couldn't eat it after smelling it, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

Endured and endured, Jing Hanzhang still couldn't hold back, and ordered: "Buy me some candied fruit!"

Aman was feeding the deer, and said innocently after hearing the words: "Young Master said that candied fruit is too expensive, so he won't let you buy it."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

"Where is it expensive?! Ah?!" Jing Hanzhang pressed his heart and said angrily, "Is that little silver counted as silver? You go and buy it for me, and I will reward your son eighteen carts of candied fruit later. You can't finish eating !"

Aman shook his head: "No, you can't buy it if you ordered it, you can't buy it."

Jing Hanzhang had never experienced this kind of aggrieved, and he was so angry that his heart ached again.

Fortunately, he was used to Yan Xingyu's body, and he recovered after leaning on the back of the chair and panting for a while.

At this time, Jiang Fenghua just came over.

Seeing that it was Jiang Fenghua coming over, Jing Hanzhang's face brightened, and Yan Xingyu finally knew that a replacement had come.

Jing Hanzhang was extremely cruel to his companion, and without waiting for him to speak, he grabbed the box and said "see off".

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

Without saying a word, Jiang Fenghua was sent away in a daze.

Jing Hanzhang opened the box and almost fell ill again from anger.

It was true that Yan Xingyu had changed, but there was still a piece of jade in the box.

In a few days, Yan Xingyu might finish all the jade fingers in the Palace of the Seventh Highness!

Jing Hanzhang was so angry that he took out the letter from the interlayer softly.

This time the letter was very strange, it seemed to have been splashed with water, and the ink marks were smeared, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an imitation of Jing Hanzhang's handwriting, with only three characters on it.

"Yanxing Deer"

The signature is still seven impatient points.

Jing Hanzhang frowned, and found something strange.

He rummaged through the box, and finally found another letter at the bottom of the box.

This time it was Yan Xingyu's handwriting.

Every time Yan Xingyu writes a letter, he has to use long speeches to express how hard he has worked and how valuable your jade reward is, which makes Jing Han a big deal.

But this time, Yan Xingyu went straight to the point.

"If there is a tear on the first letterhead before it is opened, someone is prying at the letter"

Jing Hanzhang frowned even tighter.

He brought over the letter that said "Yan Xinglu". The letter should have been soaked in water and stuffed into the envelope just after it was written. If the paper soaked in water was opened before it was dry, there must be faint traces .

At this time, the water marks had dried up, Jing Hanzhang tore open the envelope and looked inside, and found that there were traces of the letter being forcibly torn out inside.

Just now when Jing Hanzhang took out the letter, he did not receive the slightest resistance, so it was impossible for him to pull it out.

Jing Hanzhang continued to read the letter with deep eyes.

Sure enough, the next sentence was: "Jiang Fenghua is weird, be careful."

Aman had been waiting for Jing Hanzhang to let him read the letter, but this time he read it by himself.

Aman leaned over curiously, and whispered, "What did you say this time?"

Jing Hanzhang didn't show any surprise and didn't speak.

Aman asked again: "What are you... laughing at?"

Jing Hanzhang didn't know when a smile appeared on his face. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair with his chin propped up, and said lightly: "Laugh at your son, you are obviously a wolf, but you insist on pretending to be a deer."

These words were somewhat familiar, and Aman remained silent.

Aman tilted his head and glanced at the words on the letter, said "ah", and then said in astonishment: "Your companion... was sent by the bad guys to spy on you?!"

Jing Hanzhang was amused by this extremely simple "bad guy". He lightly tapped the handrail with his fingers, and said casually: "The emperor's family, how can we distinguish between good and bad?"

Aman seemed to understand, picked up the paper and turned it over again, pointing out the words that His Royal Highness deliberately ignored, and said: "Young master also said that he helped you bully the eighth prince and the ninth prince to tears, and I want you to reward him."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

The inscrutable smile on the corners of Jing Hanzhang's lips almost didn't stop.

Yan Xingyu's previous letter was still very reserved, and he asked Jing Hanzhang to reward him by beating around the bush.

However, Jing Hanzhang was in a good mood, staring at the jade for a long time, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Okay, I will reward you."

Yan Xingyu copied the books for two days in the palace full of maids, and Jing Hanzhang also drank the medicine for two days in the prime minister's mansion, both of them were miserable.

Yan Weiming still came to disturb Jing Hanzhang every day, clamoring for him to teach him things.

Jing Hanzhang was so annoying that he closed the door all day long, but Yan Weiming, in order to avoid the prime minister's punishment, unexpectedly climbed over the wall and came to the courtyard in the middle of the night, carrying several books in his hand.

Jing Hanzhang had just returned from the National Teacher's Mansion, and the National Teacher hadn't made any progress with this "curse". Jing Hanzhang was furious after drinking the medicine, and when he came back, he saw Yan Weiming crawling into the yard by the fence, and immediately laughed angrily.

"Shoot him down!"

Amanying claimed it was, and raised his hand to blow out a strong wind. Yan Weiming was hit on the knee with a whoop, and fell headfirst into the yard.

There was a plop, a loud muffled noise.

Jing Hanzhang let Aman push himself into the yard, the coldness between his brows almost froze Yan Weiming into ice.

Fortunately, the snow was thick at the corner, Yan Weiming didn't fall too hard, got up and was about to get angry, when he saw his brother's expression of murder, he immediately gave up.

Jing Hanzhang said coldly: "Is it fun?"

Holding the book, Yan Weiming was extremely wronged: "Father said that if you don't teach me, he will punish me to kneel in the ancestral hall and not give me a futon."

"What's none of my business?" Jing Hanzhang was very ruthless, "Go on your knees."

Yan Weiming whispered, "Brother, help me."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang stared at him in disbelief, could it be that everyone in the Yan family is so good at acting pitiful? !

Jing Hanzhang looked at him bitterly, and when he was about to speak, he noticed a black shadow stepping on the wall and galloping towards him.

At the same time, the voices of officers and soldiers came from the long street outside the courtyard.

"The treasures of the Prince Regent's Mansion have been stolen! Those who catch the thief will be rewarded!"

Immediately afterwards, dozens of people wearing Jingzhe guards jumped up the city wall, completely ignoring that this was the Prime Minister's residence, and went into a deserted place to catch the thieves.

Aman was watching a good show, when he saw the stranger who suddenly barged in, he slapped his waist back casually, and directly drew out a soft sword.

Yan Weiming didn't know why, before he figured out what happened, he heard Jing Hanzhang sternly: "Get out of the way!"

A cold light flashed out from the darkness, and the hidden crossbow in the Jingzhe Guard's hand shot towards the thief, the whistling sound resounded in his ears, and he didn't know if he got someone's instruction, but in the chaos, a hidden arrow shot towards Jing Hanzhang and Yan Weiming.

Jing Hanzhang reacted very quickly, grabbed Yan Weiming who was not far away from him, forced his head to hide beside the wheelchair, and saved himself from being stabbed in the back.

Several arrows engraved with the mark of the Waking of Insect Guards were shot at the ground - exactly where Yan Weiming was just now.

Yan Weiming came back to his senses in a daze, glanced at him by accident, stayed for a long time, and his face turned pale.

He was so frightened that he couldn't even stand up, trembling, he said: "Brother...Brother!"

"Idiot!" Jing Hanzhang scolded him, "Don't call me."

Only then did Yan Weiming realize that his brother was just a weak paralyzed man, even if he asked him for help, he was powerless to save him.

It's good that he can keep himself.

There were still hidden arrows hitting the ground in the ear, and sometimes they almost hit Yan Weiming, and the dust splashed into Yan Weiming's mouth.

Yan Xingyu's residence was already remote, and the lighting lantern was shot down directly, and the candle flame went out twice, and then went out directly.

It was dark all around, and only the snow light could illuminate the glimmer.

No one had ever dared to act wildly in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Yan Weiming was so frightened that he had encountered such a battle for the first time, his mouth was full of mud and he couldn't care less.

He was full of despair, but he still groped and forced himself up.

Jing Hanzhang tore him off and said angrily, "What are you doing? Be honest and stay still!"

Yan Weiming's little face was so ugly from crying, he was choked up with fear and said, "Your attendant is... so useless, he doesn't care about your life! I, I want to push you into the room... Woo!"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang almost laughed out loud when he heard his crying voice.

An arrow shot over again, and Aman who was in the dark directly picked it up with a soft sword, and the arrow broke in two.

Jing Hanzhang could be seen, his father must have noticed something through the celestial phenomena, so he wanted to use the reason of hunting the thieves to let Jingzhe Wei Guangming enter the prime minister's mansion, in an attempt to kill Yan Xingyu in the chaos.

Does the fate of the Seven Kills make the emperor afraid like this?

Jing Hanzhang fell into deep thought. At this time, the servants of Xiangfu had already heard the movement and rushed over with lanterns.

Yan Weiming was still thinking about pushing the useless paralyzed man into the room, but just as he got up, he was under the light of the candle.Seeing his always soft and weak brother raised his hand towards the darkness expressionlessly.

The sound of a sharp arrow leaving the string resounded in my ears, Jing Hanzhang didn't blink his eyes, and the cuffs of his green robe moved slightly, followed by a muffled groan not far away, as if someone had been hit by an arrow.

Yan Weiming looked up blankly, only to realize that the person who had been stabbing in the back had disappeared completely at some point.

Even in the dark, Jing Hanzhang still hits every shot. After putting down the crossbow on his wrist with a sinking face, he tilted his head and glanced at the stunned Yan Weiming with a smile that was not a smile.

"Very good." Jing Hanzhang said indifferently, "The little idiot also knows to protect my brother."

Yan Weiming: "..."