Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 3

Yan Weiming glanced at Yan Xingyu who was sitting in a wheelchair one by one with the end of his eyes in disgust, and wrote the words "You are so poor" on his face.

Yan Xingyu flicked the beads lightly, and said patiently, "You should call me brother."

Yan Weiming said disdainfully, "I don't want to call you brother."

Aman's eyes were about to turn green when he heard this, and he looked as if he wanted to chop off the child who didn't cover his mouth and had no elder brother.

There was no fluctuation on Yan Xingyu's face, but he moved the beads faster.

"Good boy." Yan Xingyu was sickly, and didn't even have much strength to speak, "Brother is a little angry now, and I don't have time to coax you to play. If you say something soft to make me happy, I won't tell my father about it."

Yan Weiming frowned: "What's the matter?"

Yan Xingyu sighed silently, his brother's mind is really not working.

"You offended my brother." Yan Xingyu said with a good temper, "Look, you kicked my door down. My brother is a little timid. If you speak louder, I'm afraid I'm going to have a heart attack."

Yan Weiming laughed angrily at his words, and was about to step forward angrily to show him the real offense.

But before he rushed to Yan Xingyu's wheelchair, Aman, who couldn't bear it any longer, slammed his eyes hard, and quickly kicked Yan Weiming's knee.

Yan Xingyu propped his face to the side, and slackly tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers, making an extremely slight "da".

Aman was stunned, and kicked his knee to the knee forcefully, and his foot touched the toe of Yan Weiming's shoe.

Yan Weiming was caught off guard and staggered, almost falling straight, hey hey hey he rushed forward several steps before he managed to stand still.

As soon as he fell, he fell directly in front of Yan Xingyu. Yan Weiming raised his head in shock, and met Yan Xingyu's gentle eyes.

The little boy suddenly froze for some reason.

Yan Xingyu looked at him tenderly, as if he hadn't noticed Aman's movements, and was still quietly waiting for his younger brother to make him happy.

Yan Weiming stared at him for a long time, but in the end the servants behind him rushed up to support him, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Get up!" He waved away the support of his servants, blushing from anger or other reasons, and said sternly, "Father sent you to live in this ghost place, and he doesn't care about you at all! Even if I'm disrespectful So what about elder brother, do you think father will punish me for a disaster star who came out of the backcountry?!"

Yan Xingyu's finger that moved the beads suddenly paused, and the two beads collided with each other, making a faint clicking sound.

He raised his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes arched at the end of his eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in his pupils. He was obviously a sick child, but Yan Weiming, who was clamoring non-stop, was startled at a glance.

Yan Weiming instinctively took half a step back, and immediately steadied himself, then felt a little ashamed and angry.

He was actually... frightened by a sick boy who was not good at walking? !

If it is known by other people in Kyoto, it will damage his reputation!

Yan Weiming emboldened himself, knowing that even if he got angry again, there was nothing he could do to him, so he became even more unscrupulous.

He was about to continue when he heard Yan Xingyu suddenly say something softly.

"For Ming, brother is going to pretend to be sick."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming was confused, not knowing what he meant.

The next moment, Yan Xingyu, who had always had a gentle face, suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his heart, his face was pale and he gasped a few times, the hand that was on the armrest tightly held the armrest, and the jade-like hand was even paler.

Yan Xingyu just took a few breaths, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, dripping down in a rustle, and a few drops were teetering on the overly long eyelashes, looking as if he was crying because he couldn't bear the pain.

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming was petrified and looked at him in astonishment.

He had heard that Yan Xingyu had a heart attack since he was a child, but he didn't know that the heart attack would be so serious that he forgot the phrase "pretending to be sick" that Yan Xingyu said just now.

——After all, Yan Xingyu was almost out of breath at this time, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his appearance of extreme pain was not pretending at all.

In a trance, the scene at this time seemed to slowly coincide with his long-lost memory.

It seemed that a long time ago, someone had struggled to breathe in front of him and was in great pain.

Yan Weiming didn't know why, but suddenly the apex of his heart felt like being pricked by a needle, and it hurt like hell.

Aman was like a vicious dog whose bones had been robbed, baring its small canine teeth and staring fiercely at Yan Weiming.

Yan Weiming originally wanted to help Yan Xingyu, but was frightened by the fierce Aman and took a few steps back, and said in a low voice: "I, I... I didn't mean it, I, I didn't scare him at all, brother..."

Yan Xingyu didn't give him a chance to defend himself, he tilted his head, and seemed to faint weakly.

Yan Weiming: "..."

At this moment, Uncle Zhao came over beaming, and raised his voice before he entered the courtyard: "Master, the Holy One just ordered you to enter the palace..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the messy scene in the courtyard.

Uncle Zhao: "..."

He lost his voice: "Master!"

After a flurry of jumps, Yan Xingyu was helped onto the bed, smoked and poured with water, tossing and tossing non-stop.

Uncle Zhao was angry and impatient, seeing that Yan Xingyu had finally calmed down his breathing, while sending someone to invite the doctor, he suppressed his anger and went to look for Yan Ji.

Yan Weiming was dazed for a long time, and was surrounded by his servants back to the extravagant and wealthy courtyard, unable to recover for a long time.

The servants are persuading him.

"Young master, the master doesn't like that sick child at all. Even if Uncle Zhao goes to sue, the master will definitely not punish you for being a disaster."

"Yeah, my little one heard that when he came back yesterday, the master didn't care at all."

Yan Weiming was a little distraught, and overheard his servants slandering Yan Xingyu, suddenly a sense of unreasonable anger rose in his heart.

He shook off the hand of the servant who was supporting him, and said coldly: "Even if he is a disaster star, how can you say anything casually?"

The servants were taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly knelt down to confess their crimes.

Yan Weiming became even more irritable, he rubbed the center of his brows vigorously, for a while he was persuading Yan Xingyu with a face full of pain, and for a while he was worried that Yan Ji would really punish him.

A moment later, the attendant beside Yan Ji came over with a blank expression on his face. Regardless of the screams of the servants around him, he picked up Yan Weiming and threw him into the ancestral hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Yan Ji was offering incense in the ancestral hall, his body was like a pine tree, as if it would never bend.

Yan Weiming was noisy at first, but when he saw Yan Ji, he froze immediately.

He was put down by the attendant and said timidly, "Father."

Yan Ji didn't turn his head back, facing the room full of ancestral tablets, he said indifferently: "Kneel down."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming was taken aback. He was also used to being punished by kneeling, so he quickly knelt on the futon.

Yan Ji looked at the tablets on the ancestral hall one by one, and finally glanced at an unnamed tablet before taking it back.

He turned slightly sideways and stood with his hands behind his back. Yan Weiming's legs were so frightened that his legs were weak with his calm and majestic appearance.

Yan Ji glanced at him and asked, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Yan Weiming was stunned for a moment, thinking that his father could not punish him for Yan Xingyu, so he pretended to be calm and said, "My son doesn't know."

Yan Ji was not angry either: "Then just kneel here and get up again when you know."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming looked up at him in astonishment.

Yan Ji acted resolutely, without waiting for Yan Weiming's reaction after saying this, he turned and left the ancestral hall, leaving only an attendant full of evil spirits behind.

Yan Weiming got up in disbelief and wanted to chase after him: "Father! You actually punished me for Yan Xingyu?! Father!"

Yan Ji's voice came from a distance: "Remove his futon."

Yan Weiming: "..."

The attendant had no expression on his face, grabbed Yan Weiming's shoulder and tore his futon away.

Yan Weiming's knees directly knelt on the cold and hard ground. Even if he got into trouble and was punished so severely in these years, the half-grown child was spoiled by his temper and exploded immediately.

He said angrily, "Let go of me!"

The servant was unmoved.

Yan Weiming wanted to get up and run out several times, but was forced to kneel on the ground by the tall and burly attendant. After tossing back and forth for more than an hour, Yan Weiming finally resigned to his fate.

He said humiliatedly: "I was wrong, I shouldn't be rude to my brother."

The attendant glanced at him indifferently, barely counting him as a fault, then turned around and returned to his life.

Yan Weiming limped towards the yard, gritted his teeth while crying and said harshly: "Yan Xingyu! Young master and you are at odds! Woo!"

All the distress and discomfort from before, all disappeared at this moment, leaving only a cavity of impotent anger.

And the chief culprit, Yan Xingyu, was leaning on the soft pillow, casually flipping through the old Buddhist scriptures, his face was a little pale, but he didn't have the serious illness that he wanted to breathe out just now.

Aman added charcoal to the side, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's just a child, and Aman can beat him to tears with one hand, why bother to humiliate yourself, son?"

Yan Xingyu flipped a page casually, and said casually: "I don't want to enter the palace, I just push the boat with the flow."

Aman added another piece of charcoal, slightly startled: "Do you know that the Holy Majesty wants you to enter the palace today?"

"En." Yan Xingyu flicked the beads lightly, and said lightly: "Father told me to be more peaceful, then I will be completely peaceful."

Aman didn't quite understand these twists and turns, but seeing that Yan Xingyu seemed to have already planned it, he didn't ask much, and continued to add charcoal honestly.

Silver bone charcoal was thrown into the charcoal basin, one piece after another.

Just when he was throwing the fourth piece, Yan Xingyu finally couldn't help it anymore. He looked away from the scriptures, glanced at Aman, and said softly: "That's enough, save the fire."

Aman let out an "oh", and then raised his hand to pick up the unburned charcoal in the throw. His fingers were burned by the sudden fire, which made him almost jump up with a groan.

Uncle Zhao who just walked to the door: "..."

Uncle Zhao was so sad that he tilted his head and wiped the sore corners of his eyes.

What kind of life did his son live in Hanruo Temple, saving even a piece of charcoal money?

Then compare Yan Weiming's prodigal behavior of spending a lot of money...

Uncle Zhao sighed, his heart was already a thousand miles away.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yan Xingyu put down the scriptures, raised his hand to brush a strand of black hair hanging down, and said softly, "Uncle Zhao, Your Majesty..."

Uncle Zhao hurriedly said: "I just came here to say this to the young master. The master has already sent someone back to the holy majesty. You have a heart attack and are unable to go out. The majesty is merciful and has not pursued it."

Yan Xingyu smiled.

Uncle Zhao stepped forward to tuck the quilt for him, and said with pity: "Master, you should take good care of yourself."

Yan Xingyu said softly, "Okay."

***

As soon as Yan Xingyu returned home, the news that he was bullied by Yan Weiming, the bully who ruled the capital, to the point of having a heart attack spread widely. It spread throughout the entire capital within two hours, and became a joke for everyone.

Jing Hanzhang was shooting arrows in the martial arts field. When he heard Jiang Fenghua tell him the news, he snorted, as if he had expected it.

"Yan Weiming is arrogant and arrogant, and everyone around him is a friend. It will be a matter of time before he is praised for such a ignorant virtue."

As he spoke, he put on the bow and set the arrow, his eyes let go without blinking, and the feathered arrow flew out whizzingly, hitting the bull's-eye.

Jiang Fenghua handed him a feather arrow and said thoughtfully.

Jing Hanzhang drew the bow and shot the feathered arrow, the muffled sound of the bow string being tensed and then quickly relaxed rang in his ears.

After shooting ten feather arrows in satisfaction, Jing Hanzhang put down his hand, tilted his head slightly, and tossed his high-twist hair, messily falling on his shoulders, wanton and insolent.

On a very cold day, Jing Hanzhang was sweating all over in a thin hunting jacket. He was not afraid of the cold, and after talking to Jiang Fenghua a few words, he drew his bow again, as if he had endless energy.

"That's right." Jing Hanzhang said suddenly, "Did he accept the deer I sent?"

Jiang Fenghua said: "I heard that Yan Xingyu didn't receive any of the gifts sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion today, and it was all handled by the Chief of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Jing Hanzhang was not angry, he laughed and said, "He has a temper..."

Jiang Fenghua added: "But for some reason, after hearing that it was a gift from you, the child next to Yan Xingyu took the deer there, and it is said that Yan Xingyu raised it in the courtyard."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Yan Xingyu accepted his gift, but Jing Hanzhang was not happy.

He frowned, and said coldly: "I heard that it belongs to His Highness, so he took it?"

"Yes."

Jing Hanzhang sneered.

I thought that the young man who has been influenced by the Zen and Buddha of Hanruo Temple for so many years would still have his own aloofness and arrogance, but I didn't expect that he was just like the people in Kyoto, he was also a layman who followed power.

This kind of person, what was it that blinded him to treat him differently?

Also sent a deer.

Really blind.

Inadvertently, Jing Hanzhang suddenly recalled Yan Xingyu's glanced face, and tightened his hand holding the feather arrow.

He suddenly became a little impatient, as if his heart had been trampled on, he held back his slight anger and shot an arrow fiercely, the target was actually torn apart by his arrow.

With a sullen face, he casually threw the bow in his hand to Jiang Fenghua, and said: "Choose a time and a reason, and get my deer back."

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

Jiang Fenghua couldn't put it into words: "Your Highness, your deer has already been sent out, how can there be any reason to come back?"

Jing Hanzhang didn't listen, he always thought of what to do, regardless of whether it was reasonable or not.

Jiang Fenghua was helpless: "Why does Your Highness want that deer?"

Jing Hanzhang flicked the red ribbon of long hair on his shoulders, and his brows and eyes were unrestrained and unrestrained.

"His Royal Highness wants to come back to eat." Jing Hanzhang snorted coldly, "Anyway, I won't give it to him."

After all, shake your sleeves and leave.

Jiang Fenghua: "..."