Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 22 Is It Sweet?

Jing Hanzhang was not as disciplined as Yan Xingyu, even when he was questioned like this, he didn't change his face, shook his sleeves, raised his eyebrows and said: "This body is mine now, I can do whatever I want, don't worry about it."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu felt that he had vaguely figured out Jing Hanzhang's behavior in the past few days, but looking at him now, he was still too young.

Even if Yan Xingyu was killed, he would not be able to act like a rogue in such an unreasonable and bold manner like Jing Hanzhang.

Yan Xingyu had a good temper, and gently advised him: "Your Highness, Xingyu has a special status, and his fate is even more feared by the Holy One. If he is too sharp, he may lead to death."

Jing Hanzhang probably knew he was in the wrong, but he was still very imposing. He patted the armrest and said, "What are you afraid of? Your Highness is protecting you."

Yan Xingyu sighed, the current Jing Hanzhang looked at the scenery, but in fact, he was constrained everywhere in this capital city, and it was not easy to protect himself.

"Your Highness is really revealing his secrets in front of Wei Ming by saying so?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was choked, muttered, covered his sleeves, snorted, not wanting to talk to him.

His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince was rarely accused of wrongdoing, so he fiddled with the jade in his hand rather uncomfortably.

Yan Xingyu knew the answer seeing him like this, and he was not angry.

Jing Hanzhang's ostentatious temperament required him to pretend suddenly, and it was impossible to be leak-proof. Fortunately, only that little fool Yan Weiming saw it, and if it was another person, he might be exposed.

But the fact of the soul swap is really weird, even if someone sees it, they probably think it's a disguise swap like Aman, and don't think about ghosts and gods.

Yan Xingyu said with a good temper: "It's okay, then tomorrow we will go to find the national teacher."

Seeing that he was not angry, Jing Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief, and said confidently, "Okay."

Yan Xingyu brushed away the jade shavings from his body, and seeing the messy carved jade, he tilted his head and asked, "What do you want to carve, Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang cheated Yan Xingyu, he didn't have the nerve to say that he wanted to carve an ugly deer for him, so he stuffed the jade material into his sleeve, and said: "I wanted to make you a jade crown, but there are no usable tools here. It’s boring at all, the knife can’t even go down, so I can only go back to my place and watch.”

Yan Xingyu sniffed, and smelled a strange smell of medicine on Jing Hanzhang's body.

He has been used to drinking medicine over the years, and he also understands some medical principles. After thinking about it, he probably knows that the medicine taste is a prescription to soften the jade material and make it easier to carve.

Originally, when I saw Jing Hanzhang randomly carving pieces of jade wherever he went, I thought he was prodigal on purpose, but I didn't expect that he was really proficient in carving jade.

Yan Xingyu's perception of Jing Hanzhang was inexplicably better, and he said in a gentle voice, "Please trouble Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang felt even more guilty: "Since I promised to carve jade for you, I will definitely do it."

Make the fawn look better.

His Royal Highness thought with a rare conscience attack.

At this moment, Yan Xingyu seemed to have noticed something, frowned, and immediately stood up and took a few steps back, as if avoiding anyone like a snake.

Jing Hanzhang didn't know why, but soon he knew the reason.

——Aman walked in slowly, carrying the freshly brewed medicine.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

The smell of the bitter medicine can be said to kill in three steps, and Jing Hanzhang was almost so smoked that he fell back.

Aman walked over cautiously, saw Yan Xingyu, and was overjoyed: "My lord! You are back!"

Yan Xingyu stood there without saying a word, as if he had developed a great temper with the plum branches in the porcelain vase, his fingers were bit by bit in the sleeve, as if he was counting the petals of the plum blossoms.

Aman was about to pass the medicine to Yan Xingyu familiarly, Yan Xingyu coughed dryly, pointed lightly with the finger in his sleeve, and whispered: "Then, there."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Only then did Aman realize that it was not his son who wanted to drink the medicine, but his son's body, so he obediently turned around and handed the bowl to Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang's eyes were cold, thinking of Yan Xingyu's sentence "It's hard work to drink medicine", he took back the conscience that had finally flared up just now.

He smiled on the skin and said: "Young master, it is very hard for your highness to drink medicine, and you don't even give me a candied fruit."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu coughed dryly, and whispered to Aman, "Go buy some candied fruit tomorrow."

Aman was about to nod, when Jing Hanzhang raised his voice and said dissatisfiedly: "How many?! How many did you buy? Who are you fooling?"

Forget it if you cut it to death!

Yan Xingyu doesn't like to eat candied fruit, and he doesn't like to spend money. He thinks candied fruit is expensive and not tasty. Buying a few is the last line.

"It's enough to buy a few for Your Highness, I don't like sweets." Yan Xingyu's little abacus was crackling, "When the soul of the National Teacher's Mansion returns, Your Highness won't have to drink bitter medicine."

Jing Hanzhang was unhappy: "Then the bitter medicine I've been drinking for the past few days is all for now?"

Jing Hanzhang loves cakes very much, so he is naturally addicted to sweets. In the past few days, he has been given so many bitter medicines and no sugar. He finally ate half a piece of tuckahoe cake and was given more medicine.

After suffering so much, where can His Royal Highness go to reason?

Seeing that Yan Xingyu almost buried half of his face in his collar again, Jing Hanzhang said angrily: "Wait for me to change back, just wait and see."

As he spoke, he picked up the medicine bowl.

Yan Xingyu was relieved to see that he was willing to drink the medicine for himself.

The little beauty's conscience broke out, and she thought that after Jing Hanzhang finished drinking the medicine, she would tell him that she deliberately made a little publicity in the South Study Room these few days.

Jing Hanzhang glanced at Yan Xingyu from the corner of his eye, thinking that he loves money so much that he is willing to ask Aman to buy him expensive candied fruit - even if he only buys a few, it is enough to prove his sincerity.

His Royal Highness Seventh Prince's conscience broke out again, and after drinking the medicine, he told Yan Xingyu that he had just promised Yan Weiming that he would play Touhu with a group of dudes in the future.

The two have different minds, but they are harmonious.

But at the next moment, Jing Hanzhang and Yan Xingyu suddenly felt the world spinning at the same time, and the door that was not closed was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, and hit the wall with a bang.

Aman was startled, and hurriedly ran out of the inner room and closed the door.

When he came back again, he saw Yan Xingyu in the wheelchair staring blankly at the medicine bowl in his hand;

And Jing Hanzhang was pulling his red sash, flicking it between his fingers tentatively, and finally pushed the red sash back, a wild smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Aman: "..."

Aman stared blankly at Yan Xingyu in the wheelchair: "My lord?"

Yan Xingyu's beautiful eyes were a little lost, and he looked up at him.

Aman nodded.

Yes, this is just right and can arouse countless sympathetic and pitying eyes.

It's his son.

Without any warning, the two actually switched back in just a split second.

Jing Hanzhang returned to his healthy and powerful body, felt a little unreal, tentatively clenched his fist, and slammed it on the table beside him.

With a bang, a crack appeared on the table.

Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows.

Well, it's true.

Yan Xingyu had already accepted the fact, holding a medicine bowl with a pale face.

That medicine...Jing Hanzhang didn't take a sip for him!

At this time, a black shadow enveloped him, Yan Xingyu looked up in confusion, and saw Jing Hanzhang had come to him at some point, looking at him with great interest.

Yan Xingyu unconsciously showed a look of grievance, and he timidly reached out and handed the medicine bowl forward.

Jing Hanzhang stared at Yan Xingyu's jade-like face, seeing his tiny movement of handing over the medicine bowl, he suddenly hooked his lips into a smile.

"Want me to drink for you?"

Yan Xingyu nodded, but immediately shook his head again.

The two have already exchanged back, and Jing Hanzhang drank it to no avail.

Jing Hanzhang saw that he looked as if he had been beaten by frost, his heart moved, and then... stretched out his hand and grabbed the armrest of Yan Xingyu's wheelchair, and pushed him to the side of the chair.

Yan Xingyu almost spilled the medicine, so he quickly settled down, but he didn't know, so he looked at Jing Hanzhang.

After Jing Hanzhang put Yan Xingyu away, he sat boldly on the chair opposite the wheelchair, raised his slender legs, propped his face with his hands, and said with a smirk: "My lord, please, Your Highness will watch you drink."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Half a quarter of an hour ago, Yan Xingyu was still waiting to watch Jing Hanzhang drink the medicine;

Unexpectedly, it was just a blink of an eye, and the person who drank the medicine became himself.

However, Yan Xingyu is not a hypocritical person. After drinking the medicine for so many years, he is no longer afraid, and without saying much, he quietly drank the medicine in a bowl.

Yan Xingyu finished drinking the medicine without frowning, and pressed his heart to feel the pain coming back.

After only staying in Jing Hanzhang's body for two days, he almost forgot that he was still a sick child suffering from chronic illness.

Jing Hanzhang looked at him with closed eyes and seemed a little uncomfortable. For some reason, this good show suddenly became unbearable.

Hearing the movement, Yan Xingyu looked at him suspiciously.

Soon, Jing Hanzhang frowned and took out an exquisite small wooden box from his purse.

The box was only the size of a palm, and it was locked with an unusually small lock. One could tell at a glance that it contained valuables.

Yan Xingyu tilted his head and looked at it, thinking that Jing Hanzhang was checking whether his valuable things were still there, his eyes were a little sad at once, but he still said softly: "Your Highness, don't worry, I didn't move your things without authorization."

Although he loves money, he is not to the point where he can steal other people's things.

Yan Xingyu felt a little sad for no reason, when he heard a click, a scent of sweetness permeated his nostrils.

Then, Jing Hanzhang's voice came: "Open your mouth."

Yan Xingyu looked up in a daze, and before he could speak, something was stuffed into his lips by Jing Hanzhang.

Yan Xingyu instinctively stretched out his tongue and licked it, his lips parted, and Jing Hanzhang's fingertips gently pushed, a sweetness permeated his lips instantly.

It's a candy.

Jing Hanzhang smiled and said, "This is icing made from Suining cane sugarcane. Is it sweet?"

Yan Xingyu stared at him blankly, and the scene hidden deep in his memory suddenly overlapped with this time slowly.

In the narrow alley, a child in red smiled happily against the candlelight, bent down and stuffed a small piece of Poria cocos cake into his mouth.

I also asked him: "Is it sweet?"

A mist appeared in Yan Xingyu's glazed eyes, and his heart jumped twice suddenly.