Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 23

After Jing Hanzhang stuffed Yan Xingyu with a candy, he felt that nothing was wrong, and left in a swaggering manner.

Yan Xingyu ate sweets until his ears turned red, and he forgot what happened for a while, and let Jing Hanzhang leave.

The Jingzhe Guard who was guarding the Prime Minister's mansion saw him coming out, and immediately went up to meet him.

"Your Highness." The Insect Guard cautiously probed, "Have you retrieved the things that fell?"

Jing Hanzhang looked at him, what fell?

Oh, it should be the reason why Yan Xingyu went out of the palace to look for it at will.

"I got it back." Jing Hanzhang shook the sugar wooden box in his hand, "My sugar."

Shocking Insect Guard: "..."

Jing Zhewei secretly slandered: "Why is the Seventh Highness acting like a child, at such an age, he came out of the palace to get a candy box?"

Jing Hanzhang didn't bother to care about what others thought of him, so he directly snatched Jing Zhewei's horse and rode it back to the palace.

Just why are my toes so sore today?

In the prime minister's mansion, Aman helped Yan Xingyu onto the couch, and quickly said: "I'm still worried, what will happen if you don't get back before the genius doctor Yu returns in the future. It's okay..."

Yan Xingyu couldn't bear to chew the sugar in his mouth, and when he heard the words "fish doctor", his whole body froze, probably recalling something extremely terrible.

Aman added fuel to the flames at the side: "The fish doctor finally healed your leg almost, and you sealed the meridians with needles in order to prevent people from seeing the clue of returning to Beijing. The fish doctor found it after he came back. You must eat it." Can't walk around."

Yan Xingyu shivered, seemed to be extremely frightened, he whispered: "I'll take the needle out tonight, you, don't tell him."

Aman was very obedient, nodded and said yes.

But if Master Yu's medical skill Tongtian sees it by himself, then he has nothing to do.

Yan Xingyu frowned, changed into loose obscene clothes, raised his hands and slowly touched his knees.

Holding up the lamp, Aman couldn't bear it: "Master, does it hurt?"

Yan Xingyu's finger had already touched the small needle that was intentionally left out, he closed his eyes gently with sugar in his mouth, and said, "I'm used to the pain."

As he spoke, he moved his hand and pulled out the needle little by little.

After pulling out both needles, Yan Xingyu's body as thin as paper shook for a while, and he lay on the edge of the bed, holding his chest and panting violently.

His pale hand drooped slightly, and the tiny silver needle fell to the ground with a faint sound.

Aman supported him anxiously: "Master!"

Yan Xingyu was lying in his messy hair, his forehead was full of sweat, he gasped violently for a few times, his voice trembling: "I'm used to pain, I, I don't hurt."

He didn't know whether he was talking to Aman or deceiving himself.

He murmured that it didn't hurt, but in the end he rested his head on his arms tremblingly, and didn't speak for a long time.

I'm used to the pain, but it still hurts.

Because of the needle being pulled out, Yan Xingyu lay at home all day, and even went to the National Teacher's Mansion on behalf of Aman.

After Aman came back, he saw that Yan Xingyu was too weak to hold the bowl, so he took the bowl and fed him medicine with a spoon.

"The national teacher said that he searched through the ancient books and found no record of the method of soul exchange. Jing Hanzhang went there once in the morning, and he came here for this."

Aman fed two spoons, Yan Xingyu turned his head away from the medicine spoon, and said helplessly: "Aman, which do you think is more enjoyable, beheading or Ling Chi?"

Aman didn't understand, so he said, "Of course it's beheading."

Yan Xingyu said softly: "If I drink it in one gulp, I will be beheaded; if you feed me spoon by spoon, I will be like Ling Chi, understand?"

Aman: "..."

Only then did Aman realize that the bitter medicine could not be taken one bite at a time, so he hurriedly handed the medicine bowl back to Yan Xingyu.

Yan Xingyu drank it all in one gulp and "beheaded".

After handing the medicine bowl back, Yan Xingyu leaned on the soft pillow, flicking the prayer beads sickly: "Did the senior brother say that he would change it again?"

"I said it." Aman said, "I said that I might change it again. When Jing Hanzhang heard this, his face turned green, and he threw up his sleeves and left immediately. He was probably very angry, and he left a sentence..."

"If you can't cure my highness, you all have to be buried with me!"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

These Seven Highnesses have great potential to be emperors.

Yan Xingyu rested for a whole day, and at night he got up and took two steps in the room.

When he was young, his legs were injured, and Yu Xi worked for him for several years before he finally found a way to heal his legs. If he knew that he deliberately tossed his perfectly good legs in order to return to Beijing, the genius doctor Yu might have skinned him alive.

Yan Xingyu felt that there was nothing wrong with his legs, and Doctor Yu probably couldn't tell, so he was relieved.

On the second day, Yan Xingyu got up early and waited for the miracle doctor Yu, but the miracle doctor did not wait, but Yan Weiming did.

Yan Weiming's face was flushed red, and his eyes were shining as he ran over: "Brother! Brother Chen An, brother!"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

He still can't get used to his younger brother who is so close to him.

Yan Xingyu nodded slightly, as a greeting.

Yan Weiming happily walked to the back of the wheelchair, pushed the wheelchair and walked out.

Yan Xingyu was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Yan Weiming said happily: "Let's go out, I'm sure I can kill them all today!? Right, brother, right?"

Yan Xingyu: "???"

What piece of armor is not left?What nonsense is he talking about?

Is his brother finally stupid?

Yan Xingyu raised his hand and broke off the crossbar of the wooden wheelchair, forcing the wheelchair to stop.

Yan Weiming: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Yan Xingyu took a deep breath, thinking that what Jing Hanzhang must have done a few days ago, he tried to keep himself calm and said, "Where are we going today?"

Yan Weiming said loudly: "Shangfeng Lou! Throw the pot away!"

Yan Xingyu was dumbfounded, Shangfenglou?

What is this place?

What kind of wind do you enjoy?

What pot to vote for?

Yan Xingyu held onto Yan Weiming with difficulty, and said, "You, you go and prepare the carriage first, and I have to clean it up again."

Yan Weiming was confused: "Ah? What are you packing?"

Yan Xingyu: "Leave it alone, come to me later."

Yan Weiming was very obedient, and ran away when he heard the words.

Yan Xingyu immediately called Aman out, and Aman realized later: "Ah, you don't know, my lord."

He told everything about how Yan Weiming was deceived and how Jing Hanzhang wanted to stand up for him.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu fell into deep thought.

Aman said: "It's very easy to throw a pot. You can hit every shot with a crossbow, let alone the kind of game played by literati."

Yan Xingyu said softly: "The tree attracts the wind, I don't want it to be too much."

Aman: "Then I won't go."

Yan Xingyu thought about it, and according to Yan Weiming's temperament of being able to boast to the sky when he was proud, after knowing Jing Hanzhang's ability to hit every shot, he felt that he was sure to win, and he would definitely show off with those cronies.

If he doesn't go, I'm afraid Yan Weiming will be completely reduced to the laughing stock of the capital city.

Yan Xingyu rubbed the center of his brows, his wrist bones were thin, as if they would be broken with a light fold, and finally sighed helplessly: "Then let's go."

Seeing him, Aman seemed a little worried, and persuaded him: "The ones who can play with the young master are probably dandies who don't understand anything, and they are easy to fool. The young master should win back the young master's money."

Yan Xingyu nodded and let Aman push him out of the courtyard.

Halfway through, Yan Xingyu suddenly asked: "By the way, how do you play Touhu?"

Aman: "..."

His son... If he lost a game today, shouldn't he run away immediately, so as not to be affected by anger?

Aman was full of worries, but Yan Weiming was completely engrossed in the fantasy of his brother killing all directions to get back the silver, sitting in the carriage and having fun.

Yan Xingyu was looking at his hand. Although he was proficient in concealed weapons, he didn't know how accurate he was when he threw the arrow with his bare hands.

One chip is 50 taels.

If his hand shakes, 50 taels will be handed over to others.

Yan Xingyu clenched his hands tightly, thinking expressionlessly: If he loses the money, he will put the debt on Jing Hanzhang.

Who told him to agree without authorization, and completely ignored it.

In the south study room, Jing Hanzhang, who was unable to escape from the palace by reciting the book, sneezed with his head tilted. His face was full of irritability, and he said to Jiang Fenghua angrily, "Just today, I will leave the palace once."

Jiang Fenghua whispered: "Your Highness, if you miss Taifu Lin's class, the jade in your palace..."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

So annoying.

He was worried that Yan Xingyu would not know how to play betting pot at all, and when the time came, the young master would lose after the eldest son lost.

***

There is a river across half of the city in Kyoto City, and the wind-watching building is a high pavilion beside the river.

The chariot stopped at Shangfeng Building, Yan Xingyu lifted the curtain and took a look outside, it was really lively with people coming and going.

only……

Yan Xingyu pointed to the tall pavilion, frowned and said, "Are there many women there?"

He simply asked if there were any women, but Yan Weiming blushed with an "Aww" and waved his hands desperately: "This is, it's not a brothel! It's a place to listen to ditties!"

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a moment, and asked him: "What is a brothel?"

Yan Weiming: "..."

It was only then that Yan Weiming realized that although his brother was good at archery, he had grown up in a temple since he was a child.

Can the ascetic monks in Hanruo Temple be expected to tell Yan Xingyu what a brothel is?

Yan Weiming blushed suddenly, tugged at his brother's sleeve, and whispered, "It's the blue building. Cough, let's go."

Yan Xingyu didn't know why, but he followed Yan Weiming out of the carriage.

Yan Weiming was used to being arrogant in the capital city, and when the servants in Shangfeng Tower saw him hastily coming to greet him, and saw Yan Xingyu in the wheelchair, their expressions were a little strange.

Yan Weiming looked at it, and immediately said angrily: "What eyes do you have? Do you still want eyes?!"

The boy was taken aback and begged for mercy.

Yan Weiming glared at him, then pushed his brother into the room arrogantly.

In today's Touhu battle, his brother will definitely be remembered in the history of Touhu!

Yan Weiming was very arrogant, he would stare fiercely at anyone who looked at Yan Xingyu with weird eyes, and finally gave up after cursing all the way to the private room on the second floor.

After a while, the entire Goulan Street knew that the young master of the Yan family had brought the eldest son to Shangfenglou to play the pitching pot.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

The person who won away Yan Weiming's hundreds of taels was Chang Xiao, the son of the Minister of Rites. He was about the same age as Yan Xingyu. Although his face was handsome, there was an unpleasant falsehood under his eyes, as if his smiling face was painted on.

Yan Xingyu frowned the first time he saw Chang Xiao.

Because of his childhood experience, he is used to observing words and demeanor, just like how he could vaguely see Jiang Fenghua's abnormality after spending only a day with Jiang Fenghua before, and he is very keen.

If Jiang Fenghua was careful to hide it, then this Chang Xiao was an upright and false calculation, probably because he was used to being domineering in Beijing, he didn't bother to hide it at all, and only covered his appearance with a thin layer of gauze as a cover.

Chang Xiao was originally annoyed to death by a group of sycophants, but he accidentally saw Yan Weiming pushing a man in, his eyes fell on the man in the wheelchair wearing a cloak, he was suddenly taken aback, almost stopped breathing.

Yan Weiming said, "Brother, we're here."

Yan Xingyu glanced at Chang Xiao lightly, and gently moved the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Chang Xiao was awakened by his clear glance, and immediately waved away the people beside him, and walked forward quickly, hiding his gaffe just now with a smile: "Wei Ming is here. This is the eldest son, right? Chang Xiao is polite."

As he said that, he was about to lean closer, but Yan Weiming directly separated him, frowned and said: "My brother doesn't like others approaching him, so don't get so close."

Chang Xiao hurriedly took a few steps back, and said with a smile, "I was the one to be rude."

Since Yan Weiming was cheated out of money, he no longer planned to play with him, and he didn't bother to deal with Chang Xiao, so he said directly: "Since we're here, let's start playing Touhu."

Chang Xiao originally wanted to trick Yan Weiming again, anyway, with Yan Weiming's arrogant temperament, even if he lost money, he would not tell the Prime Minister, and would definitely smash his teeth and swallow his blood.

It's just that he never expected that Yan Weiming's elder brother, the legendary disaster star, would be such a stunning figure.

While everyone was making arrangements, Yan Xingyu was sitting in a wheelchair, fiddled with Buddhist beads carelessly, with a calm look on his face, as if he formed a corner of his own, out of tune with the hustle and bustle around him.

The people around him unconsciously turned their gazes to him, and Yan Xingyu didn't care. He flicked the beads for a while and turned his head to look out the window.

The sky was gloomy, and it seemed that it was going to snow.

Yan Xingyu suddenly frowned.

Yan Weiming lowered his head and asked him, "It's windy, brother, do you want to close the windows?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "No, try to go back as soon as possible."

Chang Xiao quietly walked to the side, and whispered to the attendants: "Go and prepare some spirits. Later, when Yan Weiming loses all his money, let Si She find a reason for his brother to drink on his behalf."

The attendant was taken aback, he didn't expect him to be so bold: "That's the prime minister..."

Chang Xiao said: "It's just an unfavored disaster star, the Xiangfu will not stand up for him."

As he spoke, he tilted his head uncontrollably and looked at the "disaster" again, his face blushed for some reason.

Seeing that he insisted on this, the attendant quickly took orders and went down.

After a while, the Si She who was throwing the pot pushed a screen of cold plums to block it in the center.

Chang Xiao was polite, and he kept glancing at Yan Xingyu from the corner of his eye, and said, "This time, how about a blind cast through the screen?"

Yan Weiming knew that "his brother" had perfect archery skills even in the dark, so he hummed and said, "A blind shot is a blind shot."

"His brother" is not afraid!

Yan Xingyu: "..."

His brother doesn't even understand the rules now, so he's still a little scared.

Yan Weiming was not procrastinating, he didn't care about Chang Xiao's desire to talk more with his brother, and urged him to start.

The Secretary shot out the words to start.

Chang Xiao got up first, stood behind the screen holding the arrow, raised his hand and threw it, only to hear a muffled sound, the arrow pierced into the red beans in the pot.

Si She said: "It's in the pot."

There was applause all around.

Yan Weiming curled his lips, turned his head and happily handed an arrow to Yan Xingyu, with "Brother, quickly recruit and kill them" written all over his face.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu had no choice but to tentatively hold the arrow, estimated the distance, and threw the arrow.

There was a crisp sound from outside the screen, which seemed to be the sound of an arrow hitting a pot.

Soon, Si She said: "Into the pot."

It's just that this time it is really extremely dangerous, if there is no red bean in the pot, the arrow will definitely fly out.

Yan Xingyu almost lost 50 taels, his brows were frowning, and his hands fiddled with the beads very quickly.

Chang Xiao watched secretly, feeling joy in his heart.

What Yan Weiming bragged about yesterday was indeed true. This beauty looked like she was just playing pitching pots for the first time, and she entered the first pot by mistake. Now he is getting more and more upset, and his hands will shake more and more after a while, which is even more difficult. hit.

Chang Xiao was very good at throwing pots, and hit the second arrow easily.

Yan Weiming was worried that Si She was bribed by Chang Xiao, so he went to look behind the screen aggressively.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chang Xiao walked up to Yan Xingyu with an arrow, handed it to him, and said lightly, "Master."

Yan Xingyu was about to take it, but Chang Xiao held on tightly to the arrow, smiling courteously: "Young Master, it should be the first time playing throwing pots, how about I let you have three arrows first?"

Yan Xingyu looked up at him.

Those who have the guts to lie to the prime minister's young master are not good people. Looking into his eyes, Yan Xingyu could see the covetousness that cannot be concealed and the confidence that is inevitable.

Yan Xingyu tilted his head slightly, coveting?

What are you coveting?

silver?

Then these three arrows can't be taken, maybe it's a fraud.

Thinking of this person staring at his money, Yan Xingyu frowned, and became even more displeased with him.

He was about to speak when a strange feeling suddenly came to his heart.

That feeling was so familiar, Yan Xingyu suddenly had an ominous premonition, and instinctively wanted to find a needle to seal the meridian on his leg.

But just as he moved, a gust of cold wind blew from the open window, blowing a strand of black hair hanging from his shoulders to the side of his face.

The black hair brushed against the snow-white cheeks, and slowly fell down. Yan Xingyu turned his head and glanced out the window.

It has snowed.

Chang Xiao was waiting for Yan Xingyu's answer, when he suddenly felt the arrow in his hand move, and then was directly snatched away by those well-articulated hands.

Chang Xiao was taken aback.

For some reason, the beauty who was still full of elegance and grace just now suddenly laughed.

He lazily propped his chin, Ruyu's fingers casually wrapped around the lock of hair on his shoulders, an extremely disobedient evil appeared in his beautiful eyes, and the moles in his eyes seemed to be soaked with blood, bright and ready to drip.

It was as if he had changed in an instant.

Jing Hanzhang curled his lips and asked with a smile: "Did you just say something?"