Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 41 The hot blood is cold.

Jing Hanzhang wrapped his outer robe tightly, looking at Yan Xingyu with weird eyes.

After Yan Xingyu finished speaking, he wiped off the pastry crumbs on his fingers, took another piece unceremoniously, and ate it slowly.

If he didn't know his true nature, Jing Hanzhang would think that he was pretending on purpose.

Jing Hanzhang coughed dryly, not letting himself be too sentimental to add to the embarrassment, he said: "It's just to let some blood, if it can save your life..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xingyu didn't even want to eat the pastry, grabbed Jing Hanzhang's hand, and quickly shook his head: "No, no."

Jing Hanzhang frowned.

Yan Xingyu was probably afraid that he would be willing to let the blood out. When Jing Hanzhang was about to speak, he panicked and grabbed a piece of pastry next to him and stuffed it directly into Jing Hanzhang's mouth.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

This behavior was too presumptuous, Jing Hanzhang was stunned and forgot to be angry, for a while he didn't know whether to spit it out or swallow it.

It was only after Yan Xingyu finished that he realized that he had overstepped. He withdrew his hand nonchalantly, and glanced at his feet, as if looking for a place for him to crawl in and hide.

There was a rustling sound next to his ears, Jing Hanzhang didn't know whether he ate or vomited the pastry, and when he made the sound again, there was nothing in his mouth.

He said angrily: "Look up, I didn't intend to hit you."

Only then did Yan Xingyu raise his head, his expression seemed to have been greatly wronged.

Jing Hanzhang almost laughed angrily at the way he beat him up, and glared at him: "I'm not wronged, why are you wronged?"

Yan Xingyu didn't speak.

Jing Hanzhang didn't bother to argue with him, so he let him go.

Half an hour later, there was a heavy and rapid sound of horseshoes, and the carriage blew past like a gust of wind.

The man in silver armor rode his horse and galloped wildly. Before he reached the gate of the city, he raised his voice: "The eldest prince returns to the capital, open the gate of the city—"

This shout was accompanied by the light breaking through the morning fog, revealing the army that was hovering like a long dragon from behind, and the tail of the team was hidden in the thick fog in the distance, and the end could not be seen at a glance.

Jing Hanzhang carried Yan Xingyu out of the wheelchair. The wind at the city gate was too strong, so he wrapped the cloak he took off around Yan Xingyu's body, lest he would blow the cold wind.

Yan Xingyu was wrapped into a ball, with half of his face exposed under the hood, he whispered: "Your Highness, it's okay."

Jing Hanzhang ignored this sentence, and asked someone to bring a small hand stove and stuff it into his hand.

Yan Xingyu pursed his lips and covered the small hand stove, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Because the Eldest Prince returned to the capital, most of the people in the entire capital city came to welcome him at the gate of the city, and today happened to be the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens, so it was a rare and auspicious day.

Jing Hanzhang's carriage stopped by the city wall, and Yan Xingyu sat in a wheelchair, looking at the crowd.

Today, Yan Shenxi was going to be in charge of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, so he couldn't come to pick up Yan Chongshen. Yan Xingyu wanted to spend more time with Jing Hanzhang, so he also found a reason to pick up his brother and came to join in the fun.

In fact, he doesn't even know what Yan Chongshen looks like now.

Yan Chongshen has a gentle temperament and is extremely affectionate. These years when Yan Xingyu was in Hanruo Temple, he was the only one who would send people thousands of miles away to deliver things every year. Although he didn't remember his appearance, Yan Xingyu still remembered him.

The city gate was wide open, and Yan Xingyu looked around but couldn't find Yan Chongshen. He raised his head slightly to look at Jing Hanzhang, but when he was about to ask, his gaze swept not far away, as if someone was standing on the city wall.

Yan Xingyu was taken aback for a moment.

The man stood on the high city wall, his thin and thin figure was slightly shaken by the wind, as if he would fall off the high wall in the next moment.

Yan Xingyu's eyesight was excellent, and he recognized the man almost instantly. It was the old man who received him at the Prince Regent's Palace a few days ago.

Yan Xingyu immediately tugged on Jing Hanzhang's sleeve: "Your Highness!"

Jing Hanzhang frowned: "What's wrong?"

Yan Xingyu raised his hand and pointed upwards, Jing Hanzhang looked in the direction and was also taken aback for a moment.

He reacted very quickly, and immediately called the attendants beside him, saying: "Get the man down first, and then go and find out how he got up there?"

Today is the day when the meritorious officials return to the capital, and it is also the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. If blood is seen at the gate of the capital city, it may be unknown.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven has been prepared for a long time and cannot be ruined.

The attendant immediately took orders to go.

The next moment, the old man who had reached the end of his life suddenly exhausted the greatest strength in his life and shouted on the high wall.

"The hardest thing to cool is blood, general."

There was only the sound of horseshoes around, and this sound was extremely obvious, whether it was the army or the people in the city, they all looked up.

Yan Xingyu took a breath, and suddenly grabbed Jing Hanzhang's hand.

Immediately afterwards, the old man who looked like a cluster of flames seemed to have burned the last flame, laughed loudly, and jumped down from the high wall.

Jing Hanzhang's attendants rushed over, but they could only watch him fall.

Surprised and screamed all around, Yan Xingyu could only feel his ears buzzing, and his eyes were blurred like water mist, only the cluster of red flowers not far away filled his eyes.

Jing Hanzhang's face was extremely ugly, but he quickly asked his attendants to disperse the people outside the city, and the army that was still entering the city had already stopped moving an inch.

This old man told everyone with his already cold blood on the day of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven and the day when the hero returned to the capital.

The hardest thing to cool down is the hot blood.

The blood has cooled.

Yan Xingyu didn't know how it ended, he just felt blood red in front of his eyes, which made him a little dazed, and when he finally came back to his senses, he had been sent back to the prime minister's mansion by Jing Hanzhang.

Because of the incident at the city gate, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was forced to be suspended. Emperor Longyan was furious and ordered Yan Chenxi to investigate the matter thoroughly.

On the way back, Yan Xingyu had always looked like he was wandering too far away. At this moment, his dull eyes finally regained some energy. Jing Hanzhang was relieved. He raised his hand to touch Yan Xingyu's forehead, and touched the palm of his hand. cold sweat.

Jing Hanzhang asked him softly: "Scared?"

Yan Xingyu looked at him in confusion, shook his head, and nodded again, not knowing what it meant.

"It's okay." Jing Hanzhang forgot for a moment that Yan Xingyu was a femme fatale who stabbed someone's neck with a needle, and only thought that his extremely fragile appearance was the real him, and his voice became softer, "Don't be afraid, you have been to the Regent's Palace several times before. Time, have you seen him?"

Yan Xingyu nodded dumbly.

"He...he's fine." Yan Xingyu didn't know how to express his current emotions, he frowned and said incoherently, "He gave me candy, and said... he was going to pick up the prince at the gate of the city."

As Yan Xingyu said, two lines of tears suddenly flowed from his beautiful eyes, and he murmured: "I told him...the lord is going to return to Beijing, he thought...the one who came back today is the regent."

Jing Hanzhang felt a little pain in his heart, he stretched out his hand to gently wipe Yan Xingyu's tears, and said softly: "It's none of your business, don't cry."

It was only then that Yan Xingyu realized that he was crying, but now he didn't want to say "I'm going to cry" as usual, he just felt sad and his heart was throbbing with pain.

Seeing that he was crying all the time, Jing Hanzhang was afraid that he would have a heart attack, so he stretched out his hand and gently hugged him in his arms, shaking him slightly like coaxing a child: "The regent has been dead for many years, and the man's body is still alive." But it’s winter. It’s human nature for you to be born, grow old, get sick and die.”

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was ruined by that person, but in front of Yan Xingyu, Jing Hanzhang didn't mention a word.

Yan Xingyu was still trembling slightly.

Jing Hanzhang had no choice but to hum the previous nursery rhyme to him, and after humming several times, Yan Xingyu slowly relaxed his body.

Jing Hanzhang asked softly, "Are you afraid of blood?"

Jing Hanzhang had suspected before that the hidden weapons Yan Xingyu carried with him were either crossbows or needles. Even if a long sword was placed on the bed curtain, it had never been used.

It was hard to imagine that such a cruel and merciless person would be afraid of blood.

Yan Xingyu tugged on his lapel, rubbed against his arms lightly, nodded sullenly: "Yeah."

Seeing that he actually said it directly, Jing Hanzhang was a little dumbfounded.

Now the entire capital city is in a mess because of a life that everyone thinks is insignificant. Jing Hanzhang couldn't stay in the prime minister's mansion for a long time, so he coaxed Yan Xingyu to feel better, and then entered the palace with a knife in his hand.

The old man had lived peacefully in the Prince Regent's Mansion for so many years, so it was impossible for him to suddenly make trouble on the day of the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, and even make such a big disturbance.

Behind this, there must be someone manipulating it.

After Jing Hanzhang left, Yan Xingyu sat on the couch in a daze for a long time, and suddenly he leaned on the edge of the bed and gasped violently. He pressed his heart firmly, as if he hadn't noticed the pain that his nails were about to sink deep into his skin.

Aman heard the movement and came in quickly, and when he saw this scene, he was scared out of his wits: "Young master!"

He rushed up to support Yan Xingyu, before he could do anything more, Yan Xingyu took a sharp breath and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Aman was so frightened that he almost stopped breathing, and shouted desperately: "Fish doctor! Fish breath!!"

When Yuxi came quickly, Yan Xingyu had lost consciousness.

Yan Xingyu was in a trance, and he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the voices of Yuxi and Aman in his ears, but he couldn't open his eyes, and the voice seemed to be covered by some kind of glass bottle, and he couldn't hear it clearly at all.

He was in a daze, his feet fluttered, as if he had the same feeling when he exchanged with Jing Hanzhang, and he didn't know where his soul was drifting.

In the end, a huge net suddenly fell over his head, trapping him in place, unable to move any more.

"You look like a princess when you smile."

The sudden sound made Yan Xingyu turn his head instinctively, and saw the old man in coarse linen clothes standing in the heavy snow, looking at him with a smile.

Yan Xingyu didn't know when he was standing under the grape trellis again, with densely criss-crossed grape branches above his head, and he was like a canary whose wings had been clipped, he couldn't escape this illusory cage even after hitting himself until his head was bleeding. .

Yan Xingyu stepped on the snow and walked towards the old man step by step, he murmured: "I'm not like her."

The old man still laughed.

Yan Xingyu seemed unable to reach him no matter how he walked, he stumbled and wanted to run forward, but his foot slipped and fell heavily to the ground.

In the dream, he didn't feel any pain, he just raised his head and looked at the old man who was three steps away, almost begging.

"I... don't look like her."

He is like no one.

He is himself.

He is just Yan Xingyu.

"Yan Xingyu!"

With a sharp shout, as if it came from another world, it instantly shattered the densely packed cage made of grape branches around him, and someone reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Call him: "Yan Xingyu—"

Yan Xingyu turned around in a daze.

He slowly opened his eyes, the eyelashes of a dying butterfly trembled twice, and it took a long time for the out-of-focus pupils to focus.

When he regained his sight for the first time, Jing Hanzhang was sitting beside him, clasping his wrist tightly, his face full of anxiety.

Yan Xingyu looked at him absent-mindedly, and murmured after a while: "Your Highness."

Seeing him wake up, Jing Hanzhang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He scared himself enough, and wanted to scold someone when he was upset, but seeing Yan Xingyu's sluggish look, he had no choice but to put back his furious expression, lest he would be frightened.

Jing Hanzhang forced an ugly smile, and said with difficulty: "You finally woke up."

Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand to him with difficulty, trying to hook his sleeve, but Jing Hanzhang didn't give him the sleeve this time, instead he stretched out his hand and grasped his five fingers.

Yan Xingyu's ashen-like eyes lighted up little by little, and he said hoarsely, "Your Highness just left, why are you back?"

Jing Hanzhang gasped, and it took him a long time to say weakly, "Are you sleepy? You've been in a coma for two days. If you don't wake up again, I'll dig a hole and bury you. I won't even prepare a coffin for you."

Yan Xingyu nodded seriously when he heard the unlucky words, and said, "Well, good, this will save His Highness money."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang didn't know whether to be happy or scold him first.