dhibooks Chapter 4 Interpenetration
Chapter 4 Interpenetration
Yan Xingyu pretended to be sick for half a month, and rumors about him spread almost all over Beijing.
Some people say that he is vulgar and shameless, some people say that he can humiliate even his younger brother wantonly, he is afraid that he is a soft-spoken bunny who is too weak to be seen by others, and even those who knew why he left Beijing maliciously arranged disasters and disasters in private Things.
No matter how many rumors there are, there is nothing good about it anyway.
Rumors were raging, and even reached the ears of the Holy Majesty.
In the palace, the emperor had nothing to do, so he teased and said, "Why does Xingyu look like a young lady who is waiting in her boudoir, so I'm not afraid of getting bored."
Yan Ji followed the good example: "Xing Yu just returned to the capital and was a bit dissatisfied. These days are getting better. Yesterday, I was still saying that Xing Yu should go to the palace as soon as possible so that His Majesty can have a look."
Yan Ji was accompanied by the emperor when he was young, and he had a close relationship with him, and it was the emperor who treated him differently. No matter how many people in the court handed over his son to participate in Yan Xiang's power, Yan Ji's status was still as stable as a rock.
The emperor laughed and said, "That's fine, I haven't seen you for many years, and I really miss Xing Yu."
Yan Ji bowed, and covered the coldness in his eyes with drooping eyes.
On the same day, Yan Xingyu, who was copying Buddhist scriptures in the house, was changed into a gorgeous brocade by Uncle Zhao, and he stared into the palace in bewilderment.
Aman was so anxious that he almost wanted to keep up with Yan Xingyu, but he was blocked outside the palace gate and stomped his feet angrily.
Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes slightly, and was pushed to the Hall of Supreme Harmony by the palace servants in a wheelchair.
He flicked the beads with his fingers, and took a closer look at the body wrapped under the brocade clothes, which was stretched like a bowstring, and the knuckles holding the beads turned white for a while, as if they could be broken with a light touch.
The palace man who pushed him was an old eunuch who was serving the emperor. His name was An Ping. I'm watching you, son, don't panic."
Yan Xingyu's face was still morbidly pale, he forced a smile, and his fingers tightened even more.
"I... didn't panic."
An Ping only thought that he was forced to smile, and comforted him with a smile, and then he arrived at the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
It had just snowed last night, and the chill couldn't stop creeping into his bones. It was Yan Xingyu's first time to go out after returning to Beijing. The distance from the palace gate to the Hall of Supreme Harmony had already made his fingers tremble from the cold.
Anping pushed him to the entrance of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, bowed in to pay his respects, and came back soon, with an apologetic smile on his face: "Prince, Xu must wait a little longer, His Highness Seven is practicing arrows with His Majesty."
Yan Xingyu smiled palely: "It should."
His Majesty the Seventh Prince practiced arrows with His Majesty for half an hour, and Yan Xingyu also waited in the cold wind for half an hour.
When Anping got the order to push Yan Xingyu into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Yan Xingyu could barely hold the Buddhist beads.
There are archery targets in the big hall, which are already full of arrows. Yan Xingyu looked up sleepily, and his eyes just met Jing Hanzhang who was sitting cross-legged on a soft couch making jade carvings.
His Majesty went to the inner hall to change clothes, the huge palace seemed extremely empty.
Jing Hanzhang frowned slightly when he saw the cold air all over his body: "You were waiting outside just now?"
Yan Xingyu didn't know if he started to have a fever, and his reaction was a little slow, so he was stunned for a while before bowing and saying: "Yes."
Seeing that he was trembling, Jing Hanzhang gave Anping a cold look with his eyes like knives: "You dog, the prime minister is also something you can neglect?"
Jing Hanzhang's name was too vicious, just a casual question made Anping's face turn pale with fright, he knelt down, and said tremblingly: "I hope Your Highness will forgive me! This servant just doesn't want to disturb the interest of Your Majesty and His Highness the Seventh Highness!"
Yan Xingyu looked up at him, his eyes full of confusion that he didn't realize.
Jing Hanzhang frowned even more from his eyes. He got off the couch, walked up to Yan Xingyu, and looked down at him.
Jing Hanzhang loved the feeling of being in control of everything very much. He bent down slightly, stared at Yan Xingyu's glass-like pupils, and suddenly snorted and said, "My deer, when are you going to pay me back?"
Yan Xingyu was stunned, haunted by the smell of poria cocos on Jing Hanzhang's body, he was stunned for a long time, then lowered his eyes, and murmured: "That, that is already mine."
Jing Hanzhang's interest was aroused by his weak and frightened yet stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat. He put his hands on the armrest of Yan Xingyu's wheelchair, and seemed to be wrapping Yan Xingyu in his arms.
Yan Xingyu was not quite used to Jing Hanzhang's strength that almost pushed him into a corner, his body became more tense, and he was about to retract into the wheelchair, and he unconsciously held the sleeve of his right hand.
Jing Hanzhang said nastyly: "My Highness just sent it over to let you have a look, when did I say I would give it to you?"
Yan Xingyu was so dizzy that he couldn't move his mind very much.
Just then, the emperor changed his clothes and came back.
When Jing Hanzhang heard footsteps, he withdrew and went back to carve his jade.
Today's Holy Majesty has just passed by without confusion, with a majestic demeanor, he came slowly, and when he saw Yan Xingyu who was lying on the wheelchair as if curled up, a dark light flashed in his eyes.
He smiled angrily, and said lightly: "Xing Yu is back, with such an ugly face, is the capital colder than Jiangnan?"
Yan Xingyu supported the armrest of the wheelchair, leaned slightly, fell off the wheelchair with a bang, and knelt on the ground reluctantly to salute.
"Xing Yu has met His Majesty."
The muffled sound of his knees touching the ground made Jing Hanzhang's hands tremble, and the high-quality jade materials were discarded in his palms. He looked at Yan Xingyu who was lying on the ground, and then at His Majesty and Anping, as if he knew something.
Anping didn't have the guts to treat the prime minister's son harshly, that could only be the emperor's intention.
And Yan Xingyu, who had been left in the cold for half an hour, should have seen the emperor's intention to make things difficult, so he would rather fall out of the wheelchair and be courteous.
Jing Hanzhang gave a "tsk", but he didn't expect that Yan Xingyu was also smart, not just a worthless idiot as rumored by the outside world.
The emperor looked at him in surprise, and hurriedly said: "What is Xingyu doing, you are not in good health, so just ignore the etiquette."
He raised his hand and asked An Ping, who was kneeling beside him, to help him.
Anping quickly bent his knees and stepped forward, helping Yan Xingyu back into the wheelchair.
Yan Xingyu smiled and said, "Thank you Your Majesty for your generosity."
Jing Hanzhang looked at him with cool eyes, but said nothing.
The emperor left Yan Xingyu to say something and rewarded him with some valuables, and then he was sent away.
Jing Hanzhang also got up to leave.
The emperor said: "Stop practicing archery?"
Jing Hanzhang shook the broken jade material in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said: "I want to go back and find a new piece of jade."
The emperor laughed and scolded: "You, you, the Taifu told me about you a few days ago. Instead of spending your time carving jade, you might as well memorize the theory, so that others will not say that you are ignorant and incompetent."
Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows, and said: "My son is playing with things and loses his ambition. This is something that the whole capital knows."
The emperor glared at him: "Are you proud?"
Jing Hanzhang smiled, but said nothing.
***
After leaving the palace, the chariots of the prime minister's mansion hurried back to the mansion.
The sky had already darkened, the coachman was driving through the bustling main street in a hurry, the wheels ran over something in a hurry, the whole body jerked violently, at the same time, there was a heavy gasp from inside, it seemed to be suppressed for a long time, listen carefully There are also some hoarse breath sounds below.
Aman said angrily: "What's going on? Can't even drive the carriage steadily?!"
He lifted the curtain and was about to take over the job of the coachman, his eyes swept around, and suddenly his pupils shrank.
The horse was startled by something, and it was neighing and running wildly at this moment, hitting the side of the road and making people turn their backs, and there was a lot of wailing.
In a panic, the two copper coins rolled to the ground without anyone noticing.
The coachman was terrified and pulled the reins vigorously: "The horse is out of control!"
Aman was about to go to save him, when the carriage bumped into something, it suddenly shook violently, the whole carriage almost turned over, there was a muffled sound from inside, mixed with Yan Xingyu's heavier breathing.
"Son!"
The carriage was still speeding, and it bumped into many things along the way, but it soon left the main street, and the carriage had already opened a gap.
The horse is frightened, and it may hit a wall or a stone pillar on the side of the road, and the entire carriage will be destroyed at once.
Aman wanted to rush in while shaking violently, and rescued Yan Xingyu before the carriage was smashed into pieces, but before he ran in, he suddenly felt a strong killing intent permeating his side.
Aman suddenly stretched his hand behind his waist, but there was a slight sound from the carriage, like the sound of fingers tapping on wood.
Aman made a move.
In the next moment, a knife slashed head-on, passing A-man's shoulder and straight into the necks of the two horses.
The horse neighed, and came in response to the sound, but the entire carriage ran straight over the horse's body with momentum, and turned over directly.
With a loud bang, Aman dragged the coachman out of the carriage so as not to be smashed into meat by the carriage.
After the dust dispersed, Aman raised his head.
Amidst the ruins, a young man in red held a bloody knife in one hand and held Yan Xingyu in plain clothes in his arms with the other, his eyes full of cold hostility.
Jing Hanzhang threw the knife aside casually, as if he disliked the blood on it, picked up the man who had been sliding down in his arms with his free hand, and hugged him horizontally in his arms.
Yan Xingyu's hair was disheveled and his breathing was a little weak. He barely opened one eye and looked at the person in front of him.
Jing Hanzhang looked at Aman coldly, and said, "Waste thing, when you come to save him, your young master is already dead and there is not even a scum left."
Aman was speechless.
Yan Xingyu couldn't hear what Jing Hanzhang was saying, and he stretched out his hand with difficulty to grab Jing Hanzhang's lapel little by little.
Jing Hanzhang seemed to notice it, and looked down at him indifferently.
Yan Xingyu's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything, his hands drooped down, and he fell asleep.
This place is only one street away from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Jing Hanzhang looked at Aman's small body with disgust on his face, so he could only send the Buddha to the west, and sent Yan Xingyu back to the Prime Minister's Mansion with his arms in his arms.
When he followed the panic-stricken Aman into the Prime Minister's mansion, turned left and right to a remote courtyard, his brows were all wrinkled.
No matter how you say this, Yan Xingyu is still the son of the eldest son, yet Yan Ji arranged his residence here?
Jing Hanzhang sneered.
It's really pitiful and ridiculous for the son of the dignified prime minister to live like this.
Yan Xingyu's room smelled strongly of medicine, and there was a small Buddha statue hanging on the side. Jing Hanzhang didn't like the smell of medicine and gods and Buddhas. When he stared at their black cat in the corner, his pupils shrank and his legs almost went limp.
Jing Hanzhang is not afraid of the sky, he is afraid of cats.
It was rumored that His Majesty the Seventh Prince, who was omnipotent, could not allow others to discover his weakness, so he could only take a deep breath, pretended to be calm, put Yan Xingyu on the couch, turned around and left, not daring to look at the black cat, lest it pounce on.
Jing Hanzhang thought bitterly, for such a soft bun who doesn't want to make progress, he has done his best.
Jing Hanzhang is the emperor's favorite among all the princes. Even if he pokes a big hole, he will not be punished in any real way. As time passes, Jing Hanzhang's temper becomes more and more surly, and his behavior becomes more and more reckless.
So he couldn't understand at all why there was a person like Yan Xingyu who bullied but kept silent and did not fight back.
Jing Hanzhang held his breath, thinking: "Doesn't he feel humiliated?"
If someone dared to offend him and made him a little bit aggrieved, he would definitely retaliate ten times and a hundred times on the spot.
Jing Hanzhang thought for a long time, and suddenly realized.
"No, what do I care about him?" Jing Hanzhang suddenly realized, "It's none of my business whether he loves death or not?!"
Jing Hanzhang went back with a sullen face, Jiang Fenghua saw him coming back, and said: "Your Highness, the Taifu's punishment for copying will be handed in tomorrow, you..."
Jing Hanzhang didn't even look at it, he held his breath and said, "You can figure it out yourself."
Jiang Fenghua: "..."
Before going to bed, Jing Hanzhang was still angrily thinking about Yan Xingyu's soft-temper that could irritate people to death, and even made several assumptions about "if he was bullied, how would he take revenge one by one", even in his dream, he was beating up his enemies violently , revenge.
cool.
***
Drowsy, Jing Hanzhang was awakened by the heat.
He was top-heavy, his hands were soft and his waist was soft, he had no strength in his body, and he couldn't even open his eyes.
Jing Hanzhang was confused, what happened to him?
sick?
He has been in good health and has not had a single illness for many years.
Jing Hanzhang worked hard for an unknown amount of time, and finally opened his eyes, but what he could see was a strange bed curtain.
He propped up his hands and fell several times before sitting up with difficulty, rubbing the center of his brows with a headache, only to find that he was wearing an azure robe.
This robe... seems familiar?
Jing Hanzhang was so burned that he was dazed and wanted to raise his hand to pull his sleeves, but as soon as his fingers touched the cuffs, there was a sound of sharp arrows whistling in his ears.
He is extremely skilled in archery, and he is extremely familiar with the sound of the arrow leaving the string.
Instinctively aware of the danger, he tilted his head suddenly, and a small crossbow bolt shot out from his cuff, whistling past his ear, and the momentum brought out messed up his black hair .
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Just an inch away, and he would be shot between the eyebrows by a crossbow arrow.
No matter how confused Jing Hanzhang was, he finally came to his senses at this moment. He looked at his sleeve in astonishment, hesitated for a while, and then suppressed the buzzing in his ears, and raised his hand to gently lift up a corner of the sleeve.
A delicate and small crossbow tied on the forearm was exposed.
Jing Hanzhang: "???"
Jing Hanzhang felt that he must be dreaming.
He doesn't wear a blue robe, let alone tie such a hidden weapon on his arm.
What kind of weird dream is this?
He patted his head, trying to force himself to wake up, but accidentally hit his elbow on the bedpost. There was a muffled bang, and he touched some mechanism again. A cold sword slammed from the bed curtain It fell and hit him directly.
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang was stunned.
At this moment, there was a rattling sound outside, and a person opened the bamboo curtain and ran in.
Jing Hanzhang looked up blankly.
The little boy Aman, whom he called trash during the day, was full of joy, but with such a thin body, he easily grabbed a grown man in his hand, and ran in like dragging a dead dog.
"Young master!"
Aman ran in happily, saw that he was awake, and handed him two copper coins as if asking for credit, and said, "I have found the two coins for you, young master, and it can buy half a sesame seed cake."
Jing Hanzhang's face was filled with numbness.
Aman chattered endlessly: "Next time, son, don't use copper coins as a hidden weapon. If you can't find them, you will spend money."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang thought dizzily, where is the poor man, can two pennies count as money?
After finishing counting, Aman threw the man in his hand to the ground, yawned, and complained: "I caught another bug, I don't know which company sent it."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Aman's face was pure and pure, and he asked innocently: "My lord, will you kill me or not?"
Jing Hanzhang: "..."