Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 20

The people from the Prime Minister's Mansion came very quickly, followed by Yan Chenxi who was full of hostility and cleaned up the mess.

Aman had already pushed Jing Hanzhang into the room, and Yan Weiming followed him in with a sluggish face, with a stupid look of "who am I, I'm in a dream". ·

Jing Hanzhang didn't look frightened at all, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, fiddled with the crossbow tied to his wrist twice, and casually said to Aman: "Bring me four more arrows."

Aman tilted his head: "But this crossbow can only hold three arrows?"

Jing Hanzhang glanced at him with a half-smile: "Take away those messy hidden weapons and poisons of your son, this crossbow can hold at least six."

Aman: "..."

Aman didn't dare to ask any more questions, he said yes and went to the inner room to get the arrow.

Yan Weiming stood blankly aside for a long time, only to realize later that he suddenly burst into tears with a "wow".

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said impatiently, "Don't cry, I'm annoying."

Yan Weiming sat down on the ground, covering his mouth and sobbing, tears streaming down his face from being frightened.

"Woo... I almost died just now." Yan Weiming couldn't stand up, sat on the ground and grabbed Jing Hanzhang's clothes, crying, "I want to tell dad! Let them punish those wicked people severely! Dad! Mom!"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

How did Yan Ji teach his son that an old fox gave birth to a rabbit-like son?

Jing Hanzhang didn't like stupid and cowardly people the most, but seeing that Yan Weiming still wanted to push him into the room when he was in danger, he could barely tolerate him for a while.

"Don't cry, Yan... Dad will definitely take care of it, you should be steady first, I have something to tell you."

Yan Weiming sobbed and wiped his eyes, only then did he realize that his elder brother, whom he had been mocking the weak and paralyzed man on weekdays, seemed to be a master of killing people without blinking an eye.

He was frightened for a moment, and the crying hadn't stopped, but now it turned into a hiccup.

Yan Weiming's face was full of panic, probably because he was afraid that Jing Hanzhang would seek revenge on him for his usual rudeness.

Seeing his frightened but stupid look of not thinking about running away, Jing Hanzhang probably thought it was amused, bent slightly, lowered his voice and said inscrutablely: "Why? Are you afraid of me?"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Weiming hiccupped in horror.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

The oppressive feeling was instantly dispelled by this hiccup.

Yan Weiming immediately covered his mouth, trying to stop the hiccup, but the more nervous he became, the more he couldn't stop it, and soon his body was shaking.

Jing Hanzhang completely lost the patience to tease him, rubbed the center of his brows, and said: "You don't understand even after explaining, go and call the attendant who is protecting you."

Yan Weiming saw that he didn't seem to intend to beat him, so he tried his best to control the chaotic breath so that he wouldn't hiccup, and said cautiously with tears in his eyes, "Call the servant... hiccup, why?"

Jing Hanzhang looked at him coldly: "I'll kill you and throw your body away."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming was so frightened that he almost threw himself on the ground.

Jing Hanzhang laughed angrily at him.

At this moment, Aman came out from the inner room and gave the arrow he found to Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang took a look, and found that the imprint of Xiangfu was engraved on the tail of each arrow.

Jing Hanzhang had a strange expression, looked at Aman and asked, "The three arrows I shot are also like this?"

"Yes." Aman didn't understand why, "After the young master returned to the capital, he replaced all the arrows with those of the Xiangfu."

Jing Hanzhang looked at the arrow for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

He was still worried that if Aman dealt with the Jingzhe Guard so ostentatiously, the emperor would find out that Yan Xingyu was not a sick and paralyzed man who was slaughtered by others. Now it seems that Yan Xingyu should have made a plan to hide his strength and bide his time before returning to Beijing.

Even if someone came to the side courtyard to investigate and was slaughtered by Aman, it would make people think that someone sent by the prime minister did it.

If it weren't for the sudden soul swap between the two, I might have thought that Mr. Xiangguo was a weak and incompetent paralyzed deer, and I would have ridiculed him.

Jing Hanzhang's mood was very complicated when he remembered that the people in the whole capital city were deceived by Yan Xingyu's disguise.

He replaced the three arrows neatly, then pried open the box containing the hidden weapon, and worked for a long time to install the fourth arrow.

Yan Weiming was still hiccupping softly, trying to hide his sense of existence, but his eyes widened when he saw his brother's effortless arrow loading action.

After Jing Hanzhang got well, he put down his sleeves, turned his head to look at Yan Weiming, deliberately showed a sinister smile, and said: "Next, as long as you are settled, no one will know about it."

Yan Weiming was frightened by his expression, tears began to flow down again.

"It's so miserable to cry."

Jing Hanzhang tilted his head to watch, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Yan Weiming still had tears on his face, and looked at him blankly.

Jing Hanzhang said slowly, "Would you dare to pester me again next time?"

Yan Weiming shook his head desperately: "Don't dare, don't dare, never..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze. He probably thought of Yan Ji's explanation. He froze for a long time before discussing with a sad face: "Brother, I won't pester you anymore. You are so powerful, you can tell Dad to let me go out of the house." Play?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him incredulously, doubting whether this person was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.

After threatening him like this, this idiot still wants to go out to play?

Yan Weiming was actually very scared, but when he saw his brother's face, he was instinctive for some reason, and he firmly believed that his brother would not kill him.

Jing Hanzhang glared at him angrily, and was completely convinced: "That's all. Get up, and when the Insect Guards come to ask, you know how to answer, right?"

It was only then that Yan Weiming was sure that Jing Hanzhang was really scaring him. He felt wronged for no reason, and dragged his clothes around on his fingers, and said slowly: "I know, just say it was done by the guard who secretly protected me."

"Extremely good." Jing Hanzhang said coolly, "Your brother is very poor, and this is the only piece of clothing that can go out to meet people. If you tear it up, be careful that I will blackmail you."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Seeing this, Yan Weiming immediately put down the clothes in his hand and whispered, "Brother, are you short of money?"

Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, and after a while, this little idiot even called his brother.

"It's missing, it's missing."

"Your brother" has to pick up the two coins.

Hearing the words, Yan Weiming quickly took out a money bag from his pocket, held it to him, and said, "This is all of Weiming's savings, to buy clothes for brother."

Jing Hanzhang was not pretentious, he directly took the money bag and opened it, he glanced inside and looked at Yan Weiming strangely.

Yan Weiming smiled at him, but he was very good.

Jing Hanzhang shook the purse, and said in distaste: "Brother, these taels of silver are all your savings?"

Yan Weiming folded his hands and whispered, "Father doesn't give me much money every month..."

"Come on less." Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, this young prince of the prime minister is famous for spending a lot of money in the capital city, how could he spend so much money every month.

"I'm most annoyed by people lying to me. If you lie to me, I will go to my father tomorrow..."

As soon as he talked about looking for Yan Ji, Yan Weiming's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said: "Don't look for my father, I lost all my money, oh, don't look for my father, he will beat me."

Jing Hanzhang said incredulously: "You are so young, you actually go to gamble?"

Why didn't Yan Ji break his leg?

Yan Weiming waved his hands desperately: "I didn't, I didn't! I didn't gamble, I just played with my friends..."

He dared not say the last few words.

Jing Hanzhang knocked on the wheelchair impatiently, and said, "What are you playing? Don't hesitate, I will beat you up."

Yan Weiming froze, and said in a low voice, "Playing throwing pots."

Jing Hanzhang frowned: "Juhu? How many times have you played touhu, and you lost like this?"

Jing Hanzhang has never played the game of throwing an arrow into a pot. It is really not difficult for him who has hit every shot.

Yan Weiming didn't dare to hide it anymore: "A few days ago, Chang Xiao Shengchen, he invited us to play in Shangfeng Building, and when he had nothing to do, he brought up the game of throwing pots, one round... 50 taels."

Jing Hanzhang glared at him: "How many rounds did you lose?"

Yan Weiming cautiously stretched out his two paws, and put his fingertips together in a circle: "I lost... an arrow."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

an arrow?

No wonder the last savings are these few taels of silver.

Yan Weiming looked at his brother timidly, with an obedient face, writing "I don't want to be beaten".

Seeing his stupid look, Jing Hanzhang felt a little sympathetic to Yan Ji.

Such a young child has made friends with a bunch of crooks and dogs who cheated him of money, and it will be a matter of time before he is led astray.

Jing Hanzhang saw through his plan at a glance: "So you have been harassing me these few days, just to go out of the house and continue to throw pots to win back the money?"

"No, no, no!" Yan Weiming waved his hand again, "I just want to get the money back!"

Jing Hanzhang almost rolled his eyes to the sky: "I still think you are very promising, how can others give you the money you lose back, maybe they will laugh at you because you can't afford to lose, you want the whole Xiangfu to be treated as a laughing stock ?"

Yan Weiming knew he was wrong, so he just lowered his head and continued to play with his brother's crumpled clothes.

"Wait." Jing Hanzhang threw the money bag back to him, propped his chin and said lazily, "In a few days, you can find a reason to invite those who won your money out, and ask your brother to help you play a few rounds Toss the pot."

Yan Weiming thought of his brother's heroic shooting arrow just now, his eyes lit up, and he nodded desperately like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, good, good, good!"

Jing Hanzhang glanced at him: "If the money is won back?"

Yan Weiming was still smirking: "Buy all the clothes for brother, buy a bunch of clothes with silver borders and gold threads!"

Jing Hanzhang snorted and planned to go back and write a letter to let Yan Xingyu know that he was not idle in this body.

"Help him win a pile of silver." Jing Hanzhang snorted triumphantly, imagining Yan Xiaolu seeing Yinzi's eyes shining, and thinking, "He will definitely thank me desperately then."

Jing Hanzhang pondered for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: "Thank you at least ten times!"

In the palace, Yan Xingyu finished copying the book ten times, and was carelessly wiping the ink marks on his hands with his eyes downcast.

The palace man holding the box hurried in and said, "Your Highness, the slave did not find Commander Yan."

Yan Xingyu originally wanted Yan Chenxi to send a message, but he didn't expect that Yan Chenxi, who was always in the palace, was not there.

"Has he taken a bath?"

Gong Ren said: "It is said that treasures have been stolen from the Prince Regent's Mansion, Commander Yan and the Jingzhe Guards have gone to hunt down the thieves."

Yan Xingyu was startled, and suddenly frowned.

He threw away the cloth towel in his hand, got up and walked out.

The palace people hurriedly stopped: "Your Highness!"

Yan Chenxi was not in the palace, it was getting late now, the emperor should have rested already.

The person who can restrain Jing Hanzhang is gone, Yan Xingyu has nothing to fear.

"I'm leaving the palace."