dhibooks Chapter 35: Being a Thief Thank you for saving me.
Chapter 35: Being a Thief Thank you for saving me.
In the martial field of the general's mansion, Jing Hanzhang was fighting Yan Xiuzhi with a long spear.
Jing Hanzhang's marksmanship is excellent, and he has never been defeated in the patrol battalion at a young age. He should have been prepared for a long time. He is wearing a black hunting suit that is easy to move, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. With a knot, it hangs next to the ear with a flick, without hindering his movement.
However, he is really young, and compared to Yan Xiuzhi, a general who has fought on the battlefield for decades, he is still a bit flashy.
Yan Xiuzhi originally thought that this was a fancy embroidered pillow that could be hit with one blow, but he didn't expect that Jing Hanzhang caught it and returned an extremely beautiful blow.
Yan Xiuzhi raised his brows, and immediately exerted a little more force, earnestly trying to find out how true the rumored lawless seventh prince is.
Yan Xingyu hurried over, urging Aman many times to "hurry up" along the way.
Arriving at a level of stairs, Aman was about to stop and move the wheelchair over, when Yan Xingyu kicked his foot and urged, "Go straight down."
Aman: "..."
Aman had no choice but to push the wheelchair down, and Yan Xingyu was knocked upright, the crown of his hair was loose, and he was tilted to the side.
Yan Xingyu didn't care about anything, he just wanted to see Jing Hanzhang.
Yan Xiuzhi was a great general who fought in all directions and was victorious in every battle. No matter how powerful Jing Hanzhang was, he would never be able to win.
If it weren't for worrying about the eyeliner in the palace of the general's mansion, Yan Xingyu would have rushed over like flying.
Soon, Aman pushed him to the martial arts field.
Yan Xingyu originally thought that Jing Hanzhang would be beaten into embarrassment by Yan Xiuzhi, but who knew that as soon as he passed by, he saw Jing Hanzhang slashing the spear in his hand at Yan Xiuzhi with great momentum.
Snow fell.
Yan Xiu knew that he didn't use all his strength, but he fought heartily. When both of them put away their weapons, he stepped forward with a smile, slapped Jing Hanzhang, and praised: "Very good, it really is a boy born from a hero!"
Even though Yan Xiuzhi was extremely powerful, Jing Hanzhang didn't move at all, put away the spear gracefully, and said, "It's the general who showed mercy."
Yan Xiuzhi didn't use half of his strength at all. If he really used the aura of going on the battlefield to compete with Jing Hanzhang, Jing Hanzhang would fly out within five moves.
Although Jing Hanzhang was arrogant, he didn't feel frustrated.
As Yan Xiuzhi said, he is still young.
Since the future is still long, he shouldn't be too ambitious, delusional to compare the 17-year-old with the general who has been on the battlefield for many years.
Yan Xingyu, who was on the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, uncle."
When Jing Hanzhang saw him, he couldn't help remembering the harmless appearance of him sleeping in his arms last night, and for some reason suddenly didn't dare to look at him directly.
Yan Xiuzhi was in a good mood, and said: "If you don't wake up again, Shen Xi will call a doctor for you. Tsk, my nephew, Yan Xiuzhi, how can he be in such poor health?"
Yan Xingyu confessed in a soft voice, and then secretly looked at Jing Hanzhang.
Jing Hanzhang was arranging his cuffs, fiddling back and forth, but he didn't look at him anyway.
Yan Xiu knew that he was going to the patrol camp, but he left quickly without talking to the two of them.
Jing Hanzhang kept silent, so Yan Xingyu had no choice but to open his mouth and asked, "Why did your highness fight with your uncle? It would be bad if your highness was injured."
Jing Hanzhang snorted disdainfully: "Your palace..."
He was about to brag about himself, but as soon as the words came out, he suddenly recalled the sentence that the drunken deer fan stared at last night.
"My Highness."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang's ears were red, and it took him a while to hold on to his momentum: "My Highness is not that fragile, don't underestimate me."
Yan Xingyu nodded, Jing Hanzhang's body was indeed not as fragile as his, and it was still possible to wield knives and guns.
He tugged on Jing Hanzhang's sleeve, and whispered joyfully, "Did your Highness compete with uncle to take me away?"
Jing Hanzhang froze, and immediately raised his hand to shake off Yan Xingyu's hand, and said angrily, "I've said it all, don't make any moves."
Yan Xingyu was a little puzzled. Last night, didn't Jing Hanzhang say that he would pull if he wanted to? Why didn't he admit it when he woke up?
last night……
Night……
Yan Xingyu froze, covering his heart in distress.
He smashed a lot of jade carvings.
Jing Hanzhang saw that he seemed to be in some pain from the corner of his eye, so he didn't care if he was awkward, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong, it hurts?"
Yan Xingyu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he murmured: "I smashed a lot of things last night."
As soon as this remark came out, Jing Hanzhang glared at Aman immediately.
Aman's face was full of grievances: "Young Master thought of it himself!"
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
He was so drunk that he smashed jade carvings, Jing Hanzhang really didn't expect that he still had memory.
Jing Hanzhang could only frowned and rubbed Yan Xingyu's heart, and comforted Yan Xingyu angrily: "What's the big deal? Isn't it just a few jade carvings, if you smash it, you will smash it."
Yan Xingyu's heart hurt even more when he said this kind of prodigal words.
Jing Hanzhang was a little helpless, when he raised his hand, the attendant at the side rushed forward and handed over a rosewood box.
Jing Hanzhang opened the box, revealing the contents inside.
Yan Xingyu raised his head and looked blankly.
There are three jade carvings in the red sandalwood box, one is a small deer jade carving, one is a jade pendant with a crane pattern, and the other is a golden hair crown inlaid with blue jade.
Jing Hanzhang squatted there, raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and said, "How about it, Your Highness carved it with his own hands."
After he said "Your Highness" casually, he immediately felt annoyed and wanted to slap his own mouth.
Yan Xingyu glanced at it, then raised his head to look at Jing Hanzhang, and said slowly: "Your Highness sent me?"
"Yes." Jing Hanzhang said, "Didn't I promise you to carve jade for you before? My Highness always keeps his word."
Yan Xingyu raised his hand to gently stroke Xiaolu's jade carving, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.
Seeing him happy, Jing Hanzhang felt a little warm in his heart. He got up and tore off Yan Xingyu's loose and dilapidated hair crown and threw it to Aman.
Aman hurriedly stopped: "Your Highness, will this..."
Too ostentatious.
After his son returned to Beijing, he always wanted to live a stable life and try not to attract the attention of those big shots. If he wore this golden jade crown around, it might cause another commotion.
Jing Han paused, remembering this incident.
He was inexplicably disappointed, he spent a lot of effort to make this gold and jade crown, if he couldn't wear it, he might as well just pay him back the money and give him a handful of golden knuckles for counting.
Jing Hanzhang was disappointed when Yan Xingyu suddenly raised his hand and shook his hand.
As soon as Jing Hanzhang lowered his head, he looked at Shang Yan Xingyu with joyful eyes.
"Your Highness." Yan Xingyu's eyes lit up, urging him, "Quickly wear it."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang's disappointment dissipated in an instant, he couldn't laugh or cry, and took advantage of the situation to put on the hair crown.
Yan Xingyu's blue hair was soft and black, and when Jing Hanzhang took care of it, the cold black hair slipped through his fingers, making his heart itch for no reason.
Jing Hanzhang coughed dryly, quickly put on the hair crown, and then whispered in his ear: "My Highness is no match for your uncle, I'm afraid I can't take you away in a fair manner."
Yan Xingyu was happy that he had a hair crown from Jing Hanzhang, when he heard this, he tilted his head, and the hair crown almost poked Jing Hanzhang's face.
Jing Hanzhang dodged to the side, and said angrily: "I will come and secretly take you away at night."
Yan Xingyu has always acted in a well-regulated manner, no matter what he does, he will walk step by step according to what others have arranged for him.
The national teacher asked him to recuperate obediently in Hanruo Temple, so he recuperated obediently;
The prime minister asked him to settle down, so he would stay in the prime minister's mansion peacefully. If he hadn't met Jing Hanzhang by accident, he was afraid that he would die peacefully in that dilapidated little courtyard.
To Yan Xingyu, sneaking out of the mansion in the middle of the night with his elders and others behind his back was simply considered deviant.
His heart beat wildly.
Jing Hanzhang deliberately teased him: "What? Can't bear those gold, silver and jade objects?"
Yan Xingyu shook his head, he put his forehead against Jing Hanzhang's neck, rubbed it lightly without any trace, and whispered, "Okay."
"I'll wait for you to come and take me away."
After nightfall, Jing Hanzhang really wore a night uniform, and under the cover of several highly skilled attendants around him, he sneaked into the general's mansion to steal the deer.
Yan Xingyu was sitting by the window, eager to see through, when Aman secretly persuaded him: "My lord, it's late at night, even if you escape, you have nowhere to go."
Yan Xingyu didn't care, he didn't even think about why he secretly followed Jing Hanzhang out in the middle of the night - if he wanted to, he could leave the General's Mansion at will, without Jing Hanzhang coming to save him.
Yan Xingyu had an inexplicable attachment to the fact that Jing Hanzhang came to save him, and the rest was completely out of his consideration.
He casually counted the seven golden scorpions in his hand, his palms were actually sweating on such a cold day.
Just when he counted the tenth time, a dark figure silently landed beside the window lattice, startling Aman.
Yan Xingyu's eyes seemed to be ignited by flames, and they came back to life.
Jing Hanzhang had never tried this kind of gameplay before, and his whole body was a little excited. He pulled the black cloth off his face, revealing a handsome face, and smiled, saying, "Let's go."
Without even thinking about it, Yan Xingyu got up and stepped on the window lattice to jump out.
Aman: "..."
Aman was about to go crazy: "My lord! Don't mess around!"
Jing Hanzhang snorted, grabbed Yan Xingyu's wrist deliberately, and said, "Playing with His Highness, how can it be considered nonsense?"
Aman: "..."
Aman's face was full of horror, and he desperately looked at Yan Xingyu, his face was full of "Look, son, he's talking about it!"
Yan Xingyu didn't see Aman at all, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Jing Hanzhang's words. He was secretly hooking the corner of Jing Hanzhang's clothes, his face full of joy that couldn't be hidden.
Aman: "..."
It's over, his young master has been taken away!
The spoiled young master followed Jing Hanzhang out of the general's mansion without hesitation.
While running, Jing Hanzhang was trying to find a place to stay. Just after he stepped out of the outer wall of the General's Mansion, he suddenly heard Yan Xingyu calling him.
"Jing Hanzhang."
This was the first time Yan Xingyu called his name, Jing Hanzhang was a little puzzled, and looked back.
Under the light of the lantern on the outer wall, Yan Xingyu didn't know when his face was covered with tears. He held Jing Hanzhang's hand tightly and called him again.
"Your Highness."
Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he burst into tears suddenly.
He was a little at a loss, and let go of his hand as if it was on fire, and said slowly: "I hurt you? Where?"
Yan Xingyu shook his head lightly, he raised his hand and grabbed Jing Hanzhang's sleeve, and said softly, "Thank you for coming to save me."
From childhood to adulthood, no matter what happens to him, he has always imagined that someone will come to save him.
But in these years, he has experienced too much, and he has fully understood that only himself is the most reliable in this world, and he cannot pin his hopes on the vain who doesn't know whether he is there or not.
Until the reunion with Jing Hanzhang.
Jing Hanzhang didn't know why.
If he didn't know what kind of person Yan Xiuzhi was, Jing Hanzhang would have thought that Yan Xingyu had suffered some kind of abuse, so he would be so grateful to himself who rescued him from the tiger's den.
Jing Hanzhang stepped forward, frowned and wiped his tears, saying: "Don't cry, little girls cry at every turn."
Only then did Yan Xingyu realize that he was crying, and he let Jing Hanzhang wipe the tears on his face, after thinking about it, he added: "Your Highness, I'm going to cry."
Jing Hanzhang laughed out loud, "You've already cried, what's the use of telling me again?"
Yan Xingyu also felt a little embarrassed, lowered his head and wished he could bury half of his face in his clothes.
Jing Hanzhang looked at him with a smile, and said: "Your Highness rescued you, retreated completely, and was not discovered by anyone. Is it mighty or stern?"
Yan Xingyu likes to praise Jing Hanzhang very much, and he will be very happy when he sees Jing Hanzhang happy because of the praise.
He nodded: "Mighty, powerful."
Jing Hanzhang was even more flustered, and immediately uttered wild words: "No matter what danger you encounter in the future, your Highness will rescue you with might and power."
Yan Xingyu said, "Okay."
Jing Hanzhang was complacent, when suddenly a series of footsteps came from the interface beside him, and then someone came quickly with a lantern.
"There are thieves!"
"Catch them!"
"Quickly inform the Waking Insect Guards!"
Yan Xingyu: "..."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
He was bragging just now that he escaped without being noticed...
His Royal Highness seemed to be used to being a thief, so he immediately blocked his handsome face familiarly, and covered Yan Xingyu's face with a black cloth.
Yan Xingyu: "Well, Your Highness?"
Jing Hanzhang dragged the still dazed Xiao Lu and ran away, regardless of whether he was fierce or not.