Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 39 Lying is truer than Jin Kaizi.

Yan Xingyu waited for Jing Hanzhang to drink the medicine before getting up to look for Yuxi.

Yu Xi lived in the next room, and Yan Xingyu smelled a strong medicinal fragrance as soon as he got close.

Yu Xi was decocting medicine, and he was dressed in a filthy old white dress, and he didn't know where he got it so dirty.

Seeing Jing Hanzhang approaching, he slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "I still can't get used to your appearance, how can you two continue talking with that face on yours?"

Yan Xingyu was used to being ascetic in Hanruo Temple. He rarely took self-portraits in the mirror since he was a child. He only occasionally saw his blurred reflection in the water basin. He didn't think it was strange to see his face.

When Jing Hanzhang passed through, Yan Xingyu faced the face full of arrogance and unruly expression, feeling familiar and unfamiliar.

——That flamboyant look was something he couldn't do in his life.

Yuxi boiled the medicine, sniffed it, and poured the medicine with a frown.

Yan Xingyu was very familiar with this action, and said casually: "The effect of the medicine is still wrong?"

"Yeah." Yu Xi said, "Without the root of Buddha, this medicine will not be effective for your heart disease at all."

Yan Xingyu heard this sentence countless times since he was a child, and he didn't feel discouraged: "If I can't find the Buddha to take root, how long can I live?"

Yu paused, looked up at him expressionlessly, "I said, you won't die with me around."

Yan Xingyu laughed, probably thinking his words were funny.

Yu Xi hated him the most, frowned, wiped off the wounded medicine stains, and entered the inner room with a sullen face.

"Come on, let me check your pulse."

Yan Xingyu followed Yuxi into the inner room very familiarly, put his hand on the worn-out hand pillow with some cotton exposed, and said indifferently: "Your little hand pillow is too broken, I will give you a new one when I go back."

Yu Xi smiled but didn't laugh: "Thank you, young master, for your reward. You are so generous, when will you settle all these years' consultation fees together?"

Yan Xingyu immediately fell silent.

Yu Xi glared at him, put his hand on Yan Xingyu's wrist, and closed his eyes to check his pulse.

Yan Xingyu was bored waiting, and asked, "Has the poison on Taifu Lin been removed?"

Yu Xi focused on two things: "Pull it out, and I got some serious words out of his mouth."

"What?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu shut up.

After a while, Yu Xi seemed to have discovered something, and opened his eyes suddenly, his sleepy eyes suddenly shone with a light, he stared at Yan Xingyu, his hands seemed to be shaking.

Yan Xingyu was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"

Yu Xi took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions forcibly, went out without saying a word, and brought out a bowl of medicine within a moment.

He took out a silver needle and poked a drop of blood on Yan Xingyu's finger.

Drops of blood dripped into the bowl, and soon the white medicine turned black little by little.

Yan Xingyu was frowning and wiping the blood on his fingers, and was taken aback when he saw this: "What is this?"

A look of ecstasy appeared on Yu Xi's face, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and he held Yan Xingyu's wrist with great excitement.

"It doesn't take much effort to get it." Yu Xi said quickly, "Buddha's roots, the seventh prince actually has the poison of Buddha's roots in his body!"

Yan Xingyu was stunned.

No wonder Yu Xi is so excited, these years he has exhausted almost all his contacts to find out the whereabouts of Fo Shenggen, only because Yan Xingyu's heart disease is short of this medicine.

Yu Xi traveled all over the southern border but could not find this medicine. He almost gave up when he returned to Beijing, but he did not expect to find it so easily.

Yu Xi's hands were shaking, he didn't care, he just took out a small dagger from his boots, and took Yan Xingyu's hand to draw it upwards.

Only then did Yan Xingyu come back to his senses, and when he saw this, he immediately pulled his hands back.

He said in amazement: "What are you doing?!"

"Bleeding." Yu Xi took it for granted, "For medicine. I don't know if the Buddha rooted in human blood has any effect. I want to put more to study carefully, Xiao Yu'er, come here."

Yan Xingyu shook his hands and backed away in a daze. He seemed to be frightened, his lips were a little pale: "You, did you have a wrong diagnosis? How could there be Buddha roots on His Highness? Didn't you say... Buddha roots are highly poisonous? "

When Yuxi encountered a strange poison, he felt a little crazy. He didn't know whether he was talking to Yan Xingyu or talking to himself: "Yes, the root of the Buddha is very poisonous, and a leaf can seal the throat with blood. How did he survive?"

Yan Xingyu hid his hands behind his waist with a face full of horror, as if Yuxi would not be able to grab him and bleed him.

Since returning to Beijing, his fears are often faked.

Years of eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha in Hanruo Temple had already made him hide all his emotions, but when Yu Xi said that Jing Hanzhang had been poisoned by the Buddha's rooting poison, Yan Xingyu felt the fear that made the soles of his feet shudder.

That feeling was unprecedented, even worse than when he was almost smothered to death by Mrs. Yan.

Yu Xi didn't look at him at all, and was still muttering to himself: "Buddha's root medicine can counteract all the poisons in the prescription. There is nothing wrong with my treatment. As long as the dosage is estimated, everything will be fine."

Yan Xingyu called him with a trembling voice: "Fish breath."

Yu Xi was still at odds with the prologue: "Once the poison of the Buddha's root enters the body, it will destroy the sea of ​​marrow first. It is no wonder that Jing Hanzhang has been so weird since he was a child. It turned out that his brain was injured. He should have other things. symptom……"

He grabbed Yan Xingyu and asked in a daze: "Does he know how to read? Does he recognize people? Are there any other strange things on weekdays?"

Yan Xingyu had completely calmed down, looked at him expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Fish breath."

Yuxi met Shangyan Xingyu's eyes full of hostility at some point, and was stunned for a moment before he put his hand down.

Yan Xingyu said indifferently: "I'm dying."

Yu Xi couldn't believe his ears: "What?"

Yan Xingyu paused every word: "I said I'm dead."

Yu Xi stared at him blankly for a long time, and suddenly said angrily: "We have finally found the root of the Buddha, and you actually said that there is no cure!? Do you want to die?!"

There was no expression on Yan Xingyu's face, and his eyes were already ashen: "I have seen your prescription for curing heart disease. You need to drink the medicine continuously for a month. If you use the root of Buddha as medicine, you intend to draw Jing Hanzhang's blood. What are you doing?"

Yu Xi was furious: "So what?! Who let him be poisoned by the Buddha's root poison and let me bump into him? It's his fate!"

Yan Xingyu still didn't show any expression.

After Yu Xi finished cursing angrily, he felt a little regretful again. He stepped forward to support Yan Xingyu's shoulder, and tried his best to discuss with him calmly: "Xingyu, Xiao Yuer, be good. It's just a little blood, I won't Let him have something, don't you believe me?"

Yan Xingyu was unmoved.

After bleeding for a month, even if he is still alive, he will die half his life.

Yu Xi persuaded him nicely for a long time, but Yan Xingyu was still indifferent.

Yu Xi talked to himself for a long time, and finally broke out completely: "It's just a human life!"

He grabbed Yan Xingyu's hand and asked him to look at his palm covered with non-existent blood, and said coldly: "Don't you know how many people you have killed in these years?! Every time you kill a person, you have to copy the Buddhist scriptures. Have you ever counted how many Buddhist scriptures are in your box? Yan Xingyu has already embarked on this road of no return, is it too late for you to turn back now?"

Yan Xingyu said indifferently: "In the future, I will listen to you for everything, except this matter."

Yu Xi was speechless: "If there is no Buddha to take root, what will you do? You won't even live to reach the crown!"

Yan Xingyu froze.

After Yu Xi finished speaking, he immediately regretted it. He was trembling all over, and broke out in a cold sweat for a moment.

He was forced to calm down, raised his hand to stroke the sweat on his forehead unnaturally, and said in a low voice, "Xingyu..."

"I know." Yan Xingyu seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, and said calmly, "I don't care."

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the birdcage hanging by the window lattice. Inside was an extremely beautiful canary, chirping and pecking.

For some reason, seeing this scene, Yan Xingyu suddenly smiled, but there seemed to be waves rippling in his eyes.

He murmured: "This is never what I care about."

This is the first time that Yan Xingyu and Yu Xi have parted ways in so many years.

The snow was falling one after another, and Yan Xingyu walked through the heavy snow step by step without holding an umbrella and returned to the courtyard.

Jing Hanzhang was lazily leaning on the wheelchair, eating the candied fruit in the box one bite at a time - it was the candied fruit that Jing Hanzhang himself gave, and Yan Xingyu was willing to eat only three pieces in so many days, Jing Hanzhang was so good, he ate it in a while It cost more than ten yuan.

Not too tired to panic.

Yan Xingyu walked in slowly, his body was already covered with snow, like a moving snowman.

Jing Hanzhang took a look and was immediately amused: "Who made this snowman, why is it still moving?"

Yan Xingyu said in a muffled voice, "Your Highness, I piled it up."

Jing Hanzhang couldn't help laughing, got up and took off his cloak, patted the snow on his hair, and said: "Go to the charcoal basin to roast. Although I am strong and strong, I am also a body of flesh and blood."

Yan Xingyu nodded, obediently walked to the charcoal basin, and squatted to warm himself by the fire.

Jing Hanzhang sat on the side, looking at his melancholy face with great interest, feeling very novel.

He doesn't think it's awkward to look at his face and make expressions that don't belong to him, he just finds it more fun than ever before.

Jing Hanzhang has been different from others since he was a child, his emotions are extremely incited, it seems that countless emotions are hidden under the thin skin, and emotions can easily burst out with just a thought.

Extreme joy, or extreme anger.

The royal family had nothing to make him happy, so he had to be furious, so that when he grew up, he had the idea of ​​trying to control his emotions, but he still couldn't match the instinct of the body.

If you can't beat it, then join.

Over time, Jing Hanzhang developed an awkward temperament that is easy to get angry, but easy to coax.

After Yan Xingyu roasted for a while, his pale face finally had some color.

Jing Hanzhang then said: "Tell me, what did Yu Xi tell you?"

Yan Xingyu froze, turning his head away in embarrassment, not wanting to answer.

Jing Hanzhang gave a "tsk" and said, "Do you still want to count golden scorpions?"

Yan Xingyu remained silent.

It was only then that Jing Hanzhang realized that things had really exploded, and this little beauty didn't even want to count the golden cockroaches.

He got up and squatted beside the charcoal basin, looked at Yan Xingyu's expression, frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Yan Xingyu looked at the charcoal in the charcoal basin, and murmured: "Your Highness, can I lie?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said quietly: "Have you learned it yet?"

Yan Xingyu: "Not yet."

"Oh." Jing Hanzhang said, "Then it can't."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

The two squatted around the charcoal basin, and the charcoal fire made a faint crackling sound, which was extremely pleasant.

Yan Xingyu stared at the charcoal fire for a long time, until his eyes were sore, and then said in a muffled voice: "I said, don't be angry, Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang snorted, "Then your Highness has to think about it—you should say it quickly."

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "Your Highness, first make a written statement."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him sadly: "You are still the first person who dares to ask His Highness to write a written statement."

Yan Xingyu looked up at him, his eyes were full of "I won't say anything if I don't have evidence".

Jing Hanzhang almost couldn't help laughing, he thought it was fun, and he was willing to play with Yan Xingyu: "Okay, stand."

Only then did Yan Xingyu get up and go to the table to write the evidence.

It is written evidence, but it is actually a few words.

"Your Highness is not angry"

Jing Hanzhang couldn't help laughing, he raised his pen and tapped a few rough dots of ink.

Yan Xingyu also drew a small deer head in a serious manner, dried the ink marks, and then raised his head and asked, "How did your Highness's mother and concubine die?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's expression darkened instantly.

Yan Xingyu immediately picked up the paper and put it in front of his face, and showed it to him cowardly, indicating that you have already made the paper, so you can't be angry.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang couldn't help but laugh immediately, probably knowing that Yan Xingyu was not malicious, so he could only say: "My mother and concubine died of a serious illness. At that time, my father was busy with government affairs, and I didn't even see my mother and concubine for the last time."

It was also for this reason that the emperor favored Jing Hanzhang so much.

Yan Xingyu asked: "Is it really seriously ill? Is that what the imperial physician said?"

Jing Hanzhang frowned slightly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Yan Xingyu murmured: "I just asked Yuxi to diagnose His Highness's pulse, and he said...your body is poisoned."

Jing Hanzhang froze.

His eyes were rarely confused: "Poisoned? What kind of poison?"

"Buddha takes root."

While talking, Yan Xingyu looked for medical books from the bookshelf beside him, but he couldn't read the words on the shelf, so he had to pick one from memory and handed it to Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang glanced down, "The Broken Sleeve and the Brothel".

Jing Hanzhang: "???"

Yan Xingyu didn't know, and said seriously: "This is "Difficulties and Miscellaneous Diseases". On page 59, there is a record of Buddha taking root. Your Highness can look through it."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was completely at a loss about his poisoning, but Yan Xingyu suddenly disturbed it, and the gloomy energy in his heart that hadn't had time to condense disappeared in an instant.

Jing Hanzhang couldn't help laughing, and patted the book: "When will you read this kind of book?"

Yan Xingyu looked at him suspiciously.

"The brothel and Duanxiu."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xing stood up abruptly, quickly took the unsightly book from Jing Hanzhang's hand and hid it in his arms, and explained anxiously: "I... I just don't understand, so I asked Aman to buy it for me have a look."

Jing Hanzhang deliberately asked: "Then do you understand?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "I only read one page before my brother found out and scolded me."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang had never seen someone who listened to his elder brother so much, and looked at Yan Xingyu strangely: "If he told you not to look at it, you wouldn't look at it?"

Yan Xingyu nodded obediently.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Fine.

He shouldn't have looked at this, even if Jing Hanzhang told him that he felt guilty about stepping on the snow.

Jing Hanzhang got up and took the initiative to look for the book, and found it soon.

He turned to page 59 and glanced at it, and found that there were densely written vermilion annotations on it. The medical book was also extremely worn out, and it seemed that it was often read.

Jing Hanzhang glanced at it without squinting, and his face sank slightly after he understood it thoroughly.

"You mean..." Jing Hanzhang closed the book, and changed his words, "You suspect...my mother and concubine didn't die of illness back then, but were poisoned."

"No." Yan Xingyu shook his head, "It must be a whole buddha root, stem and leaf that can make people see blood seal their throats, but there is a huge difference between death from disease and death from poison, and you can tell it at a glance."

"However, if the Buddha root is put in the diet little by little, the toxicity will slowly accumulate to the peak, and it can also cause death."

Jing Hanzhang was a little silent.

Yan Xingyu said: "Although you have Buddha roots in your body, it is not fatal. I guess it should be the poison brought out from the mother's womb."

Jing Hanzhang stared at the book for a long time before exhaling lightly.

Yan Xingyu was afraid that he would fall ill, so he hurriedly said, "Your Highness?"

"It's okay." Jing Hanzhang waved his hand, and there was no strange expression on his face. He whispered, "I had such a guess before, so it's not surprising."

Jing Hanzhang has seen too much filth in the royal family over the years, and he has long been used to it. He adjusted his mood quickly: "My elder brother will return to Beijing in the future, and I will ask him to investigate this matter."

Seeing that he really didn't care, Yan Xingyu felt relieved: "Okay."

"It's you." Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you be warned before to be cautious in your words and deeds? Why did you say such outrageous things in front of me again?"

Last time it was fighting for the crown prince, but now the emperor directly murdered the concubine.

This Yan Xingyu is really bold.

Yan Xingyu still said the same thing: "I only tell His Highness that."

Jing Hanzhang was very satisfied with this unique differential treatment, and said again: "Is there anything else to say?"

Yan Xingyu was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Jing Hanzhang gave a "tsk" sound: "Your Highness is not even angry when you say such bold and reckless words, why don't you use this word to be arrogant and make some rude demands?"

"For example, if you want a golden curly or something."

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "If you want to check the old time, you must need silver, and His Royal Highness Jin Kaizi will keep it for business."

Jing Hanzhang laughed straight away, and immediately stopped teasing him to count, and handed the box of gold scorpions to Yan Xingyu, and said arrogantly: "I have never been short of money. Take it, your Highness gave you the money that wins."

Yan Xingyu hadn't had time to express his jealousy over the phrase "never short of money", when he looked down and found that under a pile of gold pickles, there was indeed a small string of money tied with a red string.

It was the first time he received Yansheng money. He picked it up and looked at it, and found that one side was cast with a hollow pattern of peach blossoms, and the other side had six characters - hate evil and evil, and gather wishes.

Seeing the joy on his face, Jing Hanzhang said, "Do you like it?"

Yan Xingyu nodded: "I like it."

Jing Hanzhang was also happy.

After Yan Xingyu happily put away the Yansheng money, he let out an "ah" and said doubtfully, "But Your Highness..."

Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Yan Xingyu: "I am evil."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Yan Xingyu fiddled with Yan Shengqian, lowering his head, not daring to look at Jing Hanzhang's reaction.

He is known to all the people in the capital city as a murderous evil spirit. When he was young, before he left the capital, someone pointed at his nose and called him an evil spirit, telling him to get out of the capital city.

Originally, Jing Hanzhang stayed well in the capital city, and he didn't encounter any strange things for so many years.

And within a few days after Yan Xingyu came back from Hanruo Temple, the two exchanged souls like a ghost, and whoever was left behind would think that it was him, Yan Xingyu, who was the evil spirit.

If he hadn't recognized Jing Hanzhang as his brother before saving his life when he was young, Yan Xingyu wouldn't have cared about his thoughts at all.

After recognizing it, Yan Xingyu felt a little sad, he was afraid that Jing Hanzhang would also regard him as an evil spirit.

Yan Xingyu was nervous to himself, when he saw Jing Hanzhang stretch out a hand and put it in front of his eyes.

Yan Xingyu raised his head in a daze.

Jing Hanzhang said angrily: "If you don't want my money, just say so, don't beat around the bush! Give it back to me, and let your big brother and second brother take you there."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

"I'm furious."

Jing Hanzhang thought to himself, but he couldn't get angry because of the written evidence he had written with his own hands, so he put his arms around his arms, thinking about when to "hum" to intensify his anger.

Yan Xingyu immediately said, "I want what I want!"

He tightly held on to the string of money, pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Even if I die, I will bring these money into the coffin."

He said that he likes this string of determination to hate winning money, and Jing Hanzhang, who had planned to "hum", suddenly became reluctant to be angry for some reason.

He always felt that this sentence was a bit strange, but he couldn't say it.

Jing Hanzhang frowned, and said, "Do you still have something to hide from me?"

Yan Xingyu said "Ah?", seeing that he didn't intend to snatch back Yansheng's money, he was relieved, shook his head, and said casually: "No."

"Really?"

Yan Xingyu: "It's more real than a golden scorpion."