Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 34 Drunk Deer I'm Great, Praise Me!

Jing Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief, and later realized that the layout of the General's Mansion was much better than the small thatched cottage of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

There was a charcoal basin in the inner room, and the room was warm and warm. It was rare for Yan Xingyu to wear unlined clothing. When he raised his hands, he could see his slender waist half covered by the quilt.

Jing Hanzhang saw that he was still "da da da" at the surrounding ornaments, and walked over with a strange face.

When Aman saw him coming, he seemed to see a savior. I don't know if it was his illusion. His young master is really special to the seventh prince, and maybe he can stop his prodigal son's behavior.

Just as Jing Hanzhang walked over, Yan Xingyu, who was so happy, turned his hand towards him without blinking, and made a "da" again.

Jing Hanzhang couldn't believe it: "You even hit me?"

Yan Xingyu, who did not recognize his relatives, tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, suddenly he seemed to recognize him, and quickly ran down from the bed, ran to Jing Hanzhang with bare feet, and stretched out his hand in a panic to cover Jing Hanzhang's heart—he was shot by him just now up.

Being too close, Jing Hanzhang smelled a faint scent of wine, and then realized that such an abnormal deer was actually drunk.

He was about to help the drunk deer back when he saw Yan Xingyu covering his non-existent "wound" and calling him blankly.

"elder brother."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang has a lot of brothers and sisters, but no one has ever called him "brother" so affectionately - only the little girl he met when he was young was very fearless and called him brother in a childlike voice.

Jing Hanzhang was a little overwhelmed, and also a little suspicious that Yan Xingyu recognized him as Yan Chenxi.

He supported Yan Xingyu's elbow and led him to the couch, Yan Xingyu was still covering his heart, as if he was afraid of blood bursting out.

Jing Hanzhang asked strangely: "Who am I?"

Yan Xingyu said, "Brother."

"I said the name."

Yan Xingyu's eyebrows were full of doubts, as if he didn't know why he asked such an obvious question, but he answered obediently.

"Jing Hanzhang."

Jing Hanzhang was a little surprised, and really called him.

Yan Xingyu was immersed in his own world, covered his heart for a while and found that Jing Hanzhang was not hurt, then let go of his hand hesitantly, and then continued to go to the surrounding gold, silver and jade objects.

Seeing that he couldn't make any sense, Jing Hanzhang had to look at Aman: "How much wine has he drunk?"

Aman is still full of confusion: "Two bowls."

"Two bowls?!" Jing Hanzhang raised his brows in displeasure, "You let him drink two bowls of wine with his body? Is it because he is afraid that he will not die soon enough?"

Only then did Aman come back to his senses, and hurriedly explained: "There is a lot of white water in it, not much at all."

Only then did Jing Hanzhang feel relieved, and he forced Yan Xingyu, who was looking for something to shoot the non-existent arrow, on the soft couch, and told Aman: "Clean up this place, don't leave a single crumb. Don't tell me tomorrow How much he destroyed."

Otherwise, just because of this little beauty's love of money, she might have a heart attack.

"Oh oh oh", Aman quickly put down the crossbow and went to clean up the debris on the ground.

After Jing Hanzhang finished his orders, he turned his head and saw Yan Xingyu looking at him with bright eyes.

For some reason, being stared at by such eyes, Jing Hanzhang's vanity suddenly overflowed, his face was full of color, and he said: "Do you think your Highness treats you very well?"

Yan Xingyu imitated him clumsily: "I... My Highness."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's face was flushed by these three words, he coughed dryly, and said in a muffled voice, "Why aren't you ashamed?"

Yan Xingyu didn't know what to be ashamed of, and asked: "Can Xingyu pull my Highness's sleeve?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang really couldn't stand it at all, so he could only pretend to be impatient and threw his sleeves in front of Yan Xingyu, and said awkwardly: "You, you can grab it if you want, don't always ask, it's annoying."

Yan Xingyu stretched out two fingers to pinch the corner of the sleeve, and said dully: "Your Highness, I'm about to be sold."

Jing Hanzhang suddenly said angrily: "Did Yan Xiuzhi tell you something?! Did he scold you? Or did he scare you?"

"No." Yan Xingyu shook his head, he tugged on his sleeves tightly, and said blankly, "Is Xingyu very worthless?"

Jing Hanzhang was really puzzled: "What are you talking about?"

Yan Xingyu was still immersed in his own world, stretched out his hand and lightly lit the quilt, as if he was counting something, Jing Hanzhang had heard from Aman that he would count golden zizi when he was angry, and now he probably counted them too.

Jing Hanzhang was wondering, Yan Xingyu suddenly grabbed his skirt and buried his face in Jing Hanzhang's heart, muttering, "Two hundred Wen can buy Xingyu."

Jing Hanzhang froze all over.

Yan Xingyu was still talking incomprehensible words, but when Jing Hanzhang came back to his senses, he had already fallen asleep in his arms.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

After leaving a mess, Yan Xingyu actually just fell asleep like this.

It was difficult for Yan Xingyu to fall asleep in a strange place, even when he was replaced by Jing Hanzhang a few times before, he just copied books to pass the time every night. If it wasn't for Jing Hanzhang's good health, he would sooner or later make His Highness Qi sick.

This time in the General's Mansion, Yan Xingyu felt an unprecedented sense of security and soon fell asleep because of Jing Hanzhang's presence.

During the Flower Festival in the dream, Xiao Xingyu and Mrs. Yan got separated, standing alone in the crowd with a candy figurine in their hands, at a loss for what to do.

He called out "Mother" timidly, the voice was so low that no one could hear him.

Yan Xingyu has been in poor health since he was a child, and this was the first time he saw so many people. He was terrified, and unconsciously wanted to go to a place where there were few people.

Until a woman with a kind face came forward to coax him and said to take him to find his mother, Yan Xingyu believed it in a daze, and took her hand to walk into the secluded alley.

The sugar figurine has already melted, making Yan Xingyu's little hands sticky. He was afraid that the syrup would stain the hem of the woman's clothes, so he shyly hid his hands behind his back, instead staining his little pink clothes.

Very well-behaved.

He is still young and doesn't understand anything.

He didn't understand why this kind woman smiled and said something to a man, didn't she want to take herself to find her mother?

Until later, the man looked him up and down with great interest, said "excellent color", then took out a small purse from his waist, and threw it to the woman.

The woman happily opened the purse, counted for a long time, and her expression changed: "Only two hundred coins?"

The man said: "Two hundred Wen is not bad. She must be a young lady from a wealthy family. It will take me a lot of effort to hide her identity. I will definitely not be able to stay in this capital city. I can only sell him to the south of the Yangtze River. "

The woman curled her lips: "But it can't be so little."

Yan Xingyu watched the conversation between the two in a daze, as if he vaguely knew something, but he was not sure.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the quiet alley. Yan Xingyu looked back in doubt, only to feel a red shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and then a series of mixed screams of male and female voices came from his ears.

Yan Xingyu followed the red shadow a little dullly and turned his head. He saw a child in red who was a head taller than him stomping on the man's hand, screaming and begging for mercy desperately.

Yan Xingyu tilted his head to look at it, and for some reason suddenly felt that this scene was a little funny. He has always been straightforward, and he will not hide his thoughts, so he immediately laughed.

The little Jing Hanzhang had already asked his attendants to send the two of them to the government, and looked back when he heard the laughter and raised his eyebrows.

Strangely, there was only a dim light in the alley, but Yan Xingyu could clearly see the child's face.

Jing Hanzhang flicked the red ribbon in his hair, strode up to Yan Xingyu, snorted, and said, "Are you stupid? How can you obediently follow others?"

Yan Xingyu looked at him for a while, and probably knew that this man was here to save him, so he followed his instinct and stretched out his hand to want him to hold him.

Jing Hanzhang laughed angrily, raised his hand and slapped Yan Xingyu's dirty paw: "It's sticky, it's so dirty."

Yan Xingyu was hit, his palm was too tender, it turned red, so he had to withdraw his hand in aggrieved manner.

After Jing Hanzhang finished beating, he regretted it. Seeing how aggrieved and pitiful he was, he gave a dry cough and had no choice but to hang the corner of his sleeve in front of him, and said awkwardly: "Then, then you can pull my sleeve, go, I will take you home .”

Yan Xingyu heard the words, as if he was afraid that he would run away, he reached out and grabbed the corner of his sleeve tightly.

He knew that Jing Hanzhang thought his hands were dirty, so he could only gently pinch the corner of the expensive clothes with two fingers, not daring to touch too much fabric.

He was too sensible, and Jing Hanzhang felt a little embarrassed. He took Yan Xingyu out of the alley, and asked casually, "Where is your home?"

Yan Xingyu said: "It's in a very, very big place."

Jing Hanzhang: "?"

Jing Hanzhang said incredulously: "You don't remember?"

Yan Xingyu nodded truthfully.

It was his first time to go out, and he rode in the carriage for a long time before arriving at the place where he could enjoy the flowers at the Flower Festival, and he didn't remember where his home was at all.

Jing Hanzhang asked again: "Then what's your name?"

Yan Xingyu said, "Yu'er."

"Big name."

"It's Yu'er."

"What's your father's name?"

"Daddy."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang muttered "little fool" in a low voice, then squatted down to search Yan Xingyu's clothes, trying to find something to prove his identity.

But Yan Xingyu was wearing a little girl's pink dress, with nothing on his body, not even a jade pendant, so clean that he didn't look like he came from a wealthy family.

But this skirt is made of excellent material, which is affordable by ordinary people.

Jing Hanzhang was dazed, but he couldn't leave this silly-looking little girl here. If he was abducted again, no one would save him.

In the end, Jing Hanzhang had no choice but to call an attendant to check if anyone had lost their child.

His Highness the Seventh Prince was idle and bored, so he took Yan Xingyu wandering around in the street.

Someone set off lanterns by the river, and there were fireworks in the direction of the Town God's Temple. It was the first time Jing Hanzhang sneaked out of the palace, and it would be too bad if he didn't have a good time.

Yan Xingyu is very obedient, holding his hand by the hem of his clothes all the time, running around with his short legs, sweating on his forehead without crying tired.

There were too many people on the long street, and Jing Hanzhang was tired from playing, so he took Yan Xingyu to find a quiet alley, and waited for his attendants to find Yan Xingyu's mother.

Yan Xingyu sat beside Jing Hanzhang, looking up at Jing Hanzhang who was playing with a small slingshot, his eyes were full of sparkles.

Jing Hanzhang was very familiar with himself, and he was already familiar with Yan Xingyu after such a skill. He held a slingshot and said, "Look."

Yan Xingyu hurriedly opened his eyes wide when he heard the words, and looked at it seriously.

The Seventh Prince, whose vanity exploded, proudly showed off his slingshot skills, and shot a pebble towards the lantern not far away.

Only a faint sound was heard, the lantern shook suddenly, and the candle flames flickered out.

After Jing Hanzhang finished showing off, he turned his head and looked at Yan Xingyu with bright eyes, with "I'm amazing, praise me!" written all over his face.

The half-grown child had a handsome appearance, and when he tilted his head slightly, half of his face was reflected by the flickering candle.

Yan Xingyu was dumbfounded.

Then there was a burst of light and darkness in front of my eyes.

The first ray of morning sun swept down and poured down. The young man in red riding a big horse carelessly opened his car curtain with his scabbard. The light vaguely illuminated half of his side face, and he looked at him arrogantly.

"Your name is Yan Xinglu?"

Yan Xingyu opened his eyes suddenly, and there was an illusory breaking sound in his ears.

Aman immediately ran over: "Master? You're awake!"

It took Yan Xingyu a long time to regain consciousness, realizing that he was still in the General's Mansion, he took a light breath, and sat up with his arms propped up after the pain in his chest disappeared.

The entire inner room has been tidied up, Yan Xingyu slept too deeply, and it is already high in the sun.

Yan Xingyu sat on the couch for a long time, he had not slept so deeply for a long time.

Aman watched his expression carefully, seeing that he didn't seem to be concerned about what happened last night, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After Aman waited on him to wash up, he drank half a bowl of hangover soup.

Yan Xingyu was thinking about what he did last night. He never let things out of his control. Although the memory of last night was fragmented, if he thought about it carefully, he should be able to remember it.

Aman saw that his brows were tightly frowned, afraid that he would remember, and said: "Ah, young master, do you want to go to the martial arts field?"

Yan Xingyu suddenly said: "Don't talk, I want to remember."

Aman: "..."

Soon, Yan Xingyu's little bloody face, which was rarely full of sleep, turned pale in an instant. He looked at the ornaments on the wooden shelf beside him in a daze, and as expected, he found that there were many fewer.

The lesser ones are the most expensive.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu clutched his heart, almost having a heart attack.

Seeing this, Aman immediately said: "Young Master! His Highness the Seventh Prince came to the General's Mansion with a spear this morning after morning class, saying that he wanted to defeat the General and take you away! Do you want to go and have a look?"

Sure enough, as Aman expected, when the Seventh Highness was mentioned, Yan Xingyu didn't care about the wasted money, and hurriedly said: "He... he wants to fight uncle?"

"Yes, yes." Aman breathed a sigh of relief, "Go and have a look."

Yan Xingyu immediately lifted the quilt and walked out anxiously.

Seeing him, Aman was in a daze, hurriedly dragged him back, poured a bowl of medicine first, and then pushed him out on the wheelchair.