Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 38 Flirting Xiao Yu'er.

Jing Hanzhang: "Aman!"

Aman who was building a snowman outside hastily ran in: "What do you want me to do, my lord..."

puff.

Aman almost laughed when he saw Jing Hanzhang's almost green face.

He finally knew why Yan Xingyu ordered him to buy a pink skirt some time ago, and it was because of His Royal Highness Hang Qi.

Jing Hanzhang said coldly: "Push me out."

Aman: "???"

Aman thought that Jing Hanzhang was going to change immediately, but he didn't expect him to go out?

Jing Hanzhang sneered: "Push me to the downtown street, I will stay there for a whole day, and let everyone in the capital see how the Prime Minister is wearing a pink skirt."

Aman: "..."

Aman felt that his son was cruel enough to take the initiative to put on a pink skirt in order to cheat His Royal Highness, but he didn't expect His Royal Highness to be more ruthless than him, and dare to go to the downtown street in such a virtuous manner.

Aman hastened to persuade: "Your Highness, calm down, my son doesn't mean that."

Jing Hanzhang didn't feel shy in wearing a pink dress. He crossed his slender legs, put his elbows on the armrests, and propped his face to the side. His face was full of unconcealable coldness.

"He didn't mean that? Do you believe it yourself?"

Aman choked.

He doesn't believe it either.

Jing Hanzhang still wanted to go out, so Aman had no choice but to stop him desperately.

In the end, Jing Hanzhang thought of something, leaned on the back of the wheelchair with his legs crossed, and said indifferently: "It's fine, when he comes to me, I'll let him go with me."

Aman: "..."

This is even more ruthless.

Aman shivered, thinking that his son had really pissed His Highness the Seventh Prince this time. Hair is good.

Otherwise, if Jing Hanzhang really broke his cans and wore a pink skirt to the downtown streets, then the whole capital city would be his son's jokes in less than half an hour.

Jing Hanzhang sat in the wheelchair waiting for Yan Xingyu expressionlessly, within half an hour, Yan Xingyu arrived.

He was holding the box full of gold zippers in his hand, probably wondering what was inside and why it was so heavy.

Aman welcomed him in timidly, secretly looked at his young master's face, and then respected him.

After making His Highness the Seventh Prince feel like this, he still seemed to be fine, and he was still staring at the pattern on the box casually.

After Aman welcomed him in, he immediately ran out to guard, not daring to watch how the two quarreled.

After Yan Xingyu entered, as soon as he looked up, he saw the seven "princesses" in pink skirts sitting on a wheelchair with big mouths and upturned legs, and he was a little dazed immediately.

When the first flake of snow fell, Yan Xingyu hurriedly put on the pink skirt, and changed it before he had time to see the embarrassing appearance of himself in the mirror. Looking around curiously.

In a pink skirt, she really does look like a little girl.

He was staring at it unabashedly, Jing Hanzhang was completely pissed off, he smiled angrily, and said indifferently: "Does it look good?"

Yan Xingyu nodded, then shook his head again.

Pink doesn't suit him well.

Jing Hanzhang stretched out his hand expressionlessly and said, "Come here."

Although he put on the pink skirt by himself, Yan Xingyu still instinctively rejected it, he hesitated for a moment, and then walked over slowly.

Every time Yuxi wore a Luo skirt and dangled in front of him, even if he knew he was a man, Yan Xingyu would still break out in a cold sweat. He thought it would be the same when facing Jing Hanzhang, and he had already done his best to restrain himself from reacting too shamefully plan.

Yan Xingyu was tense all over, and with difficulty to relax, he walked to Jing Hanzhang's side step by step.

Jing Hanzhang stretched out his hand towards him.

Yan Xingyu put his hand on it with a pale face. Before he had time to react, he felt a force in his hand forcibly pulling him over, and the world was spinning for a while. When he regained consciousness again, he had already thrown himself into Jing Hanzhang's arms.

Yan Xingyu froze, but for some reason, the shadow that had made him repel him for ten years had no effect on Jing Hanzhang.

I don't want to escape, I don't want to scream, and I don't have the fear of being suffocated.

He even wanted to roll around in Jing Hanzhang's arms like a cat.

Yan Xingyu looked up at Jing Hanzhang in bewilderment.

Jing Hanzhang tugged at his red sash, and said with a sneer, "Tell me, does your Highness look good in a pink dress?"

Like a ghost, Yan Xingyu nodded.

Jing Hanzhang said expressionlessly: "You still dare to nod? You are very courageous. Can't you see that His Highness is angry?"

Yan Xingyu had already relaxed his body, flung himself on Jing Hanzhang's lap, twiddled the hem of the pink clothes with his fingers, and said dully, "Your Highness always says I'm a little girl."

Jing Hanzhang was still indifferent: "Oh, so in order to prove that you are not, let me wear a pink skirt, right?"

Yan Xingyu raised his head to meet Jing Hanzhang's eyes, then lowered his eyes in a hurry, answered irrelevant questions, and said without thinking: "I...I'm not a little girl."

Jing Hanzhang sneered, and pulled his red sash a little harder, making Yan Xingyu's high ponytail sway slightly.

His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, whom no one dared to provoke, had never suffered so much in his life, and it all fell into the hands of this little beauty, but he couldn't beat him or scold him, and he couldn't be angry in this body, otherwise he would still be the one to suffer.

Jing Hanzhang had never been so aggrieved.

He tugged on the red sash, and Yan Xingyu's head also turned left and right following his movements, which was very funny.

Only then did Jing Hanzhang calm down, and impatiently said: "Why are you not a little girl, you have such a long face that is disastrous to the country and the people, your body is so weak, and you still like to wear pink skirts, you are not a little girl..."

Before he finished speaking, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

Pink skirt, not a little girl.

Yuer...

Jing Hanzhang was a little stunned.

When he was young, the first time he sneaked out of the palace to play at the Flower Festival, the little girl he met was also wearing a pink dress, her name was Yu'er.

Jing Hanzhang loved to study jade since he was a child, and the only word he knew was "jade" when he was a child, so when the child said his name was "Yu'er", he instinctively substituted "jade" into it.

Thinking about it now, the child in the pink skirt seems to be somewhat similar to Yan Xingyu, but Yuer is more lively and loves to play, much more energetic than Yan Xingyu's quiet temperament.

Jing Hanzhang looked at Yan Xingyu suspiciously, and slowly recalled that he seemed to be chasing after him to ask about Huachao Festival, but because he said "little girl", his face suddenly changed color, and he stopped talking about it in a few perfunctory words .

Coupled with today's encounter...

Jing Hanzhang had a strange face: "Yu'er?"

Yan Xingyu felt a little shy when he was called by his baby name when he was young. He nodded, and happily tugged at the corner of Jing Hanzhang's clothes, and said, "Your Highness recognizes it?"

Jing Hanzhang gasped silently, met Yan Xingyu's expectant eyes, coughed dryly, and pretended to be calm: "Yes, I recognized it, you reminded it so clearly, Your Highness is a fool to not recognize it."

Yan Xingyu was even happier when he heard that.

Sure enough, a powder skirt can kill two birds with one stone.

Not only did he avenge the little girl who was called, but he also made His Highness recognize him.

Jing Hanzhang raised his hand to gently support his forehead, feeling that he needed to calm down.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be angry anymore, Yan Xingyu pulled him and said, "Thank you for saving me back then, Your Highness. I was not very sensible at that time, and I never thanked His Highness personally."

Jing Hanzhang maintained his composure with difficulty, and said: "Well, it's okay, it's a little effort."

Yan Xingyu fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and became even happier. He showed Jing Hanzhang the box he brought from the Seven Emperors' womb, and asked curiously, "Your Highness, what's in it?"

Jing Hanzhang was still immersed in the shock of "the child he saved when he was young turned out to be a man", and when he was asked this sentence, his expression suddenly became unhappy.

Both of them knew that they were going to exchange soon, and he happily left a bunch of golden scorpions that the deer liked as a big gift, but Yan Xingyu gave him an even bigger gift instead.

Comparing the hatchback, Jing Hanzhang was so angry that he wanted to kick his legs.

He put away his shocked emotions, raised his hand expressionlessly and flicked the lid, and the box opened in response.

Yan Xingyu looked in curiously, but he was almost dazzled by the golden scorpion at a glance.

He stared at it in astonishment, and it took him a long time to tear his gaze away from the golden locket. He looked at Jing Hanzhang hesitantly, and asked tentatively, "Your Highness... gave this to me?"

"Yes." Jing Hanzhang lazily grabbed a handful of gold scorpions and threw them back again. The sound of the gold colliding was extremely pleasant to Yan Xingyu's ears, and Jing Hanzhang's "Yes" was even more pleasant.

Yan Xingyu hastily prepared a basket of words to praise, such as His Royal Highness who spends a lot of money and money like earth, generous and generous, a man, a talented woman and a beautiful woman are a match made in heaven, and everything that sounds good will be piled on Jing Hanzhang.

It's just that before the words of praise were spoken, Jing Hanzhang sighed again, flexed his fingers, and closed the box again.

Yan Xingyu stared at him blankly: "What's the matter, Your Highness?"

"Your Highness originally planned to give you this handful of golden pickles as a way to crush silver, but..."

Yan Xingyu mentioned it in his heart. If there is a "but", it means that he doesn't want to give it now.

Sure enough, Jing Hanzhang got up slightly, stretched out his hand to touch Yan Xingyu's face, and hid a knife in his smile: "But His Highness, who is wearing a pink skirt, is suddenly not in the mood. Yu'er, what do you think?"

Yu'er: "..."

Yan Xingyu said dryly: "Then, when will Your Highness be in the mood?"

"Who knows?" Jing Hanzhang said casually, "Maybe I won't be in the mood for the rest of my life."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Murder is heartbreaking, but that's it.

Yan Xingyu was a little anxious, he didn't know how to coax him, so he could only rack his brains to think of words of comfort, but he had never met such a flamboyant person like Jing Hanzhang in Hanruo Temple—those monks had already been calm, even if Yan Xingyu They won't be angry even if they smashed the Buddha statue.

For a moment, Yan Xingyu didn't know how to comfort him to calm him down, so he could only tug on his sleeve in vain, and murmured: "Your Highness, don't be angry, Your Highness, don't be angry, Your Highness, please be angry."

Seeing that he was so anxious that he even spoke the Jiangnan dialect, Jing Hanzhang almost laughed.

Although there was a reason for wearing a pink skirt this time, Jing Hanzhang was still angry. He felt that it was not worthwhile to exchange a box of golden scorpions for a pink skirt, so he wanted to tease the deer to make up for it.

"What should I do?" Jing Hanzhang propped his chin lazily, humming, "Your Highness is going to be angry, what do you think can be done?"

Yan Xingyu finally saw that Jing Hanzhang was teasing him, and after a long while, he finally got on the road and said, "Then how can His Highness calm down?"

He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Xing Yu, change your clothes for Your Highness. My uncle gave me some new clothes, and the stitches haven't been removed yet. Your Highness, let's try some new clothes, okay?"

Jing Hanzhang showed a smirk: "I don't, His Highness likes to wear this."

Yan Xingyu choked for a moment: "But..."

Jing Hanzhang deliberately said: "Not only do I want to wear this dress, but I also want Aman to push me to go shopping in the downtown streets, and then go to the tailor shop to buy a bunch of colorful skirts, and the blame is on you, Yan Xingyu."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu was stunned, and couldn't believe that Jing Hanzhang was so ruthless.

"Say it yourself," Jing Hanzhang asked him as if coaxing a child, "When the time comes, will it be Yan Xingyu who will be ashamed, or Jing Hanzhang?"

Yan Xingyu, who had lost his wife and lost his army, was completely paralyzed. He could only follow Jing Hanzhang's ending and whispered, "It's Yan Xingyu."

Seeing his listless look, Jing Hanzhang finally burst out laughing.

Aman, who was outside, was startled, thinking that his young master was really capable. Just now His Highness the Seventh Highness seemed to be furious. Not long after Yan Xingyu went in, Jing Hanzhang calmed down, and he was so happy.

"As expected of a son." Aman whispered, "The method is different."

At this moment, there was a smell of bitter medicine in his nostrils, and when Aman raised his head, he saw Yuxi standing aside at some point.

He gave a "tsk" and said: "The geomantic omen of the capital city is really nourishing, Xiao Yu'er will take the initiative to flirt with men."

Aman whispered: "Young master is not teasing, he is coaxing people."

Yu Xi glanced at him: "Does your son know how to coax people? Even if he makes others wronged, he always puts on a pitiful look of suffering, letting others fall into his trap and pity him instead. "

Aman: "..."

Yu Xi handed the medicine bowl to Aman, and said: "Put the medicine in, and let Xiaoyu find me after flirting with the man, and I will diagnose his pulse."

Aman remembered what Yan Xingyu said earlier that there seemed to be something wrong with Jing Hanzhang's body pulse, and nodded hurriedly.

Aman took the medicine bowl, kicked the door open and walked in lightly.

Yan Xingyu moved a chair and sat beside Jing Hanzhang, counting a handful of golden pickles in Jing Hanzhang's hand with downcast eyes.

He said, "There are seven."

Indeed, he took seven Jing Han chapters and deliberately said: "No, you continue to count, and if the number is not right, I will not give it to you."

Yan Xingyu quickly opened his eyes wide and continued to count.

"It's still seven."

"No, it's not seven. Why can't you count it right? I won't give it to you if you count it wrong again."

"Okay, okay, keep counting."

Jing Hanzhang couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

After Aman entered, seeing this posture, how could he feel that His Highness the Seventh Highness was flirting with his young master? Why did Yu Xi say that the young master was flirting with His Highness the Seventh Highness?

Aman didn't know why, so he didn't think too much, and said, "Your Highness, I've taken the medicine."

Jing Hanzhang, who was still laughing just now, immediately remained expressionless.

Retribution came so fast.