Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 43 Sugar Man I will take you to the brothel tomorrow.

Jing Hanzhang angrily left Mrs. Yan.

Jing Hanzhang just felt vulnerable, snorted, and said to Yan Xingyu: "You are useless, and she can't do anything to you. Why are you so scared?"

Yan Xingyu looked at him like a hero, with stars in his eyes.

Jing Hanzhang immediately became vain again when he was looked at by this look. He proudly crossed his arms and made a pose that he thought was very eye-catching for Yan Xingyu to continue watching.

Yan Xingyu's gaze was unusually straightforward, unlike other people who would feel embarrassed and ashamed, he just stared at Jing Hanzhang for a long time.

In the end, Jing Hanzhang felt his face was burning, he put his hands down in embarrassment, thinking that his appearance just now looked like a peacock spreading its tail, it was too coquettish.

He coughed dryly, and changed the subject vaguely: "Even if you're afraid that women's problems won't be caused by that woman, are you?"

Yan Xingyu didn't hide it either, and nodded: "Well, when she was young, she wanted to smother me to death."

Jing Hanzhang was startled.

He was about to ask, when he glanced at Yan Weiming who was playing with Xiao Lu from the corner of his eye, and said "tsk" impatiently, "Yan Weiming, what can you do?"

It's okay, let's go now.

Yan Weiming rushed over and said obediently: "I'll see if my brother is okay, and my cousin Chongshen from the front hall is here, and I want to ask if you want to come over."

Jing Hanzhang glared at him: "Didn't you see that your brother just woke up? What are you going to do? Don't go!"

Yan Weiming nodded quickly: "Oh, oh, good."

After finishing speaking, he said a few more obedient words and ran away.

Seeing no one around, Jing Hanzhang frowned and asked, "When did it happen?"

Yan Xingyu said: "It was the night you saved me."

Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, and his face was extremely ugly: "She brought you out that day during the Hua Chao Festival?"

Yan Xingyu nodded.

Jing Hanzhang vaguely recalled the details of that day, wearing a pink dress, having no identification on him, and wandering off on purpose in the busy streets...

Jing Hanzhang shuddered indistinctly when he recalled that beautiful face just now.

It is said that blood is thicker than water, Yan Xingyu inherited her face, and also inherited her cold-blooded ruthlessness in talking and laughing at Yan Yan.

After figuring out that Yan Xingyu's disappearance when he was young was deliberately done by Mrs. Yan, Jing Hanzhang felt a little distressed for Yan Xingyu.

No wonder such a well-behaved and lively child turned into what he is now.

"Leave her alone." Jing Hanzhang couldn't say anything consoling, so he could only say dryly, "If she comes to trouble you in the future, you can tell your highness. You can listen outside, and the seventh highness will have no one to be afraid of." , I dare to scold anyone."

Yan Xingyu's heart was warmed by the first words of protection in his life. He bent his eyes and said softly, "She won't come here in the future."

Jing Hanzhang snorted and said, "She doesn't look like such a magnanimous person. After suffering such a big loss, she will definitely come back to trouble you."

Yan Xingyu just laughed without explaining.

The two continued to bask in the sun, as if what happened just now had never happened.

Yan Xingyu lay down for a while, and couldn't help but look at Jing Hanzhang again, as if he instinctively moved away after looking away for a while, and had to look.

Jing Hanzhang was drawing back and forth on the paper, Yan Xingyu looked at it for a long time, but stopped talking.

Jing Hanzhang didn't raise his head, and said casually: "Speak up if you have something to say, why didn't I know that you are still a person who can hide and dare not speak?"

Yan Xingyu had no choice but to ask: "Your Highness, do you really want to carve a dragon and a phoenix for the next piece of jade?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang almost broke the ink pen in his hand, he looked up in astonishment, Yan Xingyu was still staring at him with those pure and ignorant eyes, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his question at all.

Jing Hanzhang took a deep breath tremblingly, put down his pen, moved a stool and sat beside Yan Xingyu, and decided to have a good talk with him.

"Yan Xingyu."

"Xingyu." Yan Xingyu said.

Jing Hanzhang was disrupted by him again, and asked in surprise, "What?"

Yan Xingyu is not polite to him at all now, and said seriously: "Just now you called me Xingyu in front of others, I like it very much, from now on, Your Highness can call me Xingyu."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was silent for a long time, and suddenly became angry: "You are always like this! Can you not be like this?!"

Yan Xingyu was stunned.

"what?"

What about me?

Jing Hanzhang stared at him for a long time, then suddenly walked away in anger.

Yan Xingyu shouted from behind: "Your Highness? Your Highness!"

Jing Hanzhang ignored him at all, and ran away as if fleeing.

This little beauty did it on purpose!

Mingming told him just now that he had read a book about jade patterns, and now he asked him innocently if he really wanted to carve dragons and phoenixes to bring good fortune.

Don't you know what does "Longfeng Chengxiang" mean?Have to ask!

Jing Hanzhang was half dead with anger.

Yan Xingyu didn't understand why.

After Jing Hanzhang left in embarrassment, Yan Weiming, who had been hiding in the corner of the door, finally got out, and ran back with a sigh of relief.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yan Xingyu thought that Jing Hanzhang had returned, so he quickly looked up, only to find that it was Yan Weiming, and the light in his eyes dimmed again.

Yan Weiming ran over like a thief, saw that Yan Xingyu still had a sick look on his face, carefully took out the sugar figurine hidden in his sleeve, handed it to Yan Xingyu, bent his eyes and said: "Brother, here, just now Yours, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, didn’t give it.”

Yan Xingyu hesitated, and reached out to take it.

Yan Weiming squatted next to his wheelchair with his knees in his arms, looked up at him, and whispered, "Brother, don't be sad."

Yan Xingyu was curiously looking at the candy man he ate for the first time, and asked, "Why am I sad?"

Yan Weiming said, "Mother didn't mean to dislike you."

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a moment, he had always thought that Yan Weiming was a little idiot who didn't understand anything, just now he also looked heartless, but he didn't expect that he actually saw everything in his eyes.

Yan Xingyu slightly bent his eyes, and said softly, "I'm not sad."

Yan Weiming: "Really?"

Yan Xingyu nodded, and he handed the sugar figurine back to him, saying, "Eat it yourself."

Yan Xingyu laughed, and pulled out another sugar figure from the back of his waist like a conjuring—I don't know how he hid it.

Yan Weiming smiled and said, "I still have more!"

Yan Xingyu laughed.

Yan Weiming really ran away this time, jumping and jumping.

Yan Xingyu held the sugar figurines around, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: "Your Highness must love sugar figurines."

He turned around for a while, and suddenly said without thinking: "Your Highness, I know you haven't left yet."

There was dead silence all around.

Yan Xingyu said again: "Your Highness?"

Still no one answered him.

Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes in disappointment after his attempts failed.

Across the wall, Jing Hanzhang, who was leaning on the edge of the wall, was almost scared to fall by the sound of "Your Highness". After struggling to stabilize, he was about to jump out when he found that Yan Xingyu stopped shouting.

"I'm so mad." Jing Hanzhang was so angry that his heart ached, thinking that he might have been infected by Yan Xingyu, he thought with hatred, "You can die if you shout again!"

Yan Xingyu didn't shout much.

Jing Hanzhang didn't have the face to take the initiative to come out again, so he had to leave angrily.

This time I really left.

***

Madam Yan returned to the study in the inner courtyard with a gloomy face. Yan Ji was reading the book when he heard the hurried footsteps, without raising his head, he said calmly, "What are you going to trouble him for?"

Madam Yan stepped forward and smashed the hand stove in her hand directly on the table, with a bang sound, the charcoal inside rolled out directly, burning the fold in front of Yan Ji into a cluster of flames.

Yan Ji was not in a hurry, and slowly poured the charcoal on the ground with the pen in his hand. The hot charcoal fell on the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

"What are you angry about?"

Madam Yan said coldly: "In your eyes, I am angry all year round."

Yan Ji finally looked up at her and said, "Xing Yu is your own flesh and blood."

Madam Yan sneered, stood in front of the table, leaned half her body over, grabbed Yan Ji's lapel, and forced him to look up at her.

"Who knows?" Mrs. Yan's eyes were full of the same cold and hostile look as Yan Xingyu, "I can't give birth to such a monster-like child."

Yan Ji didn't move, and let her grab him: "Look at your current appearance, how much he looks like you."

"I will kill someone cleanly in front of my own brother, and will I reach out and wipe off the blood splashed on my brother's face drop by drop?" Mrs. Yan said sharply, "I will be asked the reason after I kill someone, as if nothing happened Is it easy to say?"

Yan Ji didn't speak.

Mrs. Yan said grimly: "Your son is born to be a fierce evil spirit. The old master's orders to him are indeed correct. If you let him stay in the capital again, he will kill everyone around him."

Yan Ji said slowly, "Who did he kill?"

Mrs. Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with sending someone to kill the evil star: "The person I sent was killed by him. The body full of silver needles was sent back. Prime Minister Yan, he Do you know how many people have been killed in your name since returning to Beijing?"

Yan Ji looked up at her.

Madam Yan looked into his eyes and seemed to see something: "You..."

Yan Ji: "What am I?"

Madam Yan stared into his eyes for a while, and then she seemed to change her face. A smile suddenly appeared on her beautiful face, which was full of hostility, without warning.

She let go of her hand, gently stroked Yan Ji's crumpled skirt, patted it very gently, and said something unclear: "Yes, you know, maybe you are still pushing the boat behind your back to help you That good son passed the knife."

Madam Yan's anger suddenly dissipated for some reason, as if she had found something more interesting.

She straightened up and looked at Yan Ji with a smile that was not a smile: "The days are still long, I'm waiting to see the good show between you father and son."

She turned around to leave, but Yan Ji called out to her: "Yurong."

Madam Yan didn't turn her head back: "Don't worry, I won't look for him in the future. Maybe when he dies, I will give him a straw mat for the sake of that half of his blood."

After all, she left the study without looking back.

Yan Weiming, who was passing by the back window of the study while holding the sugar figurine, froze all over, his fingers softened, and the half-eaten sugar figurine fell to the ground with a faint sound.

No one noticed.

After Yan Xingyu woke up, he still had some fever. After basking in the sun for a while, he went back to the inner room and continued to sleep in a daze.

There was light in the day, but he always slept restlessly, and was woken up by the rustling of his clothes after a while.

Yan Xingyu was a little tired. After struggling for a long time, he opened his eyes and faced a face with heavy make-up.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yu Xi was dressed in a skirt again, sitting on the edge of the bed and blinking at him, seeing him awake, said softly: "How do you feel? Do you still want to vomit?"

Yan Xing closed his eyes sleepily, and said softly, "Wait for me to slow down."

Yu breathed an "oh", and sat aside to wait for him to slow down.

Yan Xingyu, who had recovered, beat him up regardless of his illness.

After a while, Yu Xi said while applying medicine to the bruise on his face, "Congratulations, you are no longer afraid of women."

Yan Xingyu was too weak, he only moved a couple of times before struggling to breathe aside, he glared at Yu Xi angrily, and said for the first time, "Congratulations, you are not far from death."

Yan Xingyu seldom uttered such hostile words, even when he killed people, he usually laughed, and immediately regretted it as soon as he said it.

He seemed unknowingly led astray by Jing Hanzhang's wild temper.

"Excellent." Yu Xi said, "I'll take you to the brothel tomorrow, and I just introduced a good friend of mine to you."

Yan Xingyu frowned: "The brothel? Why did you say it's a place to listen to opera?"

"Yeah." Yu Xin said nonsense, "There are many women, if you go to the brothel and get out of the body, it means that you are completely cured."

Yan Xingyu didn't think much about it, and nodded, "Okay, I'll make it up tomorrow."

Yu Xi finished the medicine for himself, and was about to put the ointment in the medicine box, but after thinking about it, he kicked the porcelain bottle in his arms.

Tomorrow he may be beaten again, and he must be prepared in case of emergencies.