Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 48 Stationery

Jing Hanzhang looked at him blankly for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Have you arrived home yet?"

Yan Xingyu looked at the gold in his hand reluctantly, lifted the curtain of the car and glanced outside, and replied: "Not yet."

Jing Hanzhang pointed to the outside, and said coldly, "Go down."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang drove Yan Xingyu out of the carriage halfway, and the carriage rattled towards the palace.

In the carriage, Jing Hanzhang's face was flushed, and he pressed his beating heart with his hands, almost thinking that the heart was about to pop out of his throat.

I like people like His Majesty.

I like people like Your Highness...

Your Highness is like this...

Jing Hanzhang kicked on the wall of the car suddenly, feeling the heat on his face gradually spread to his whole body, he was almost driven mad by Yan Xingyu's casual words to jump out of the car.

With a bang, the attendant who was driving was startled, and hurriedly said, "Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang pressed his face against the cold car wall, forced to cool down, coughed dryly, and said, "It's all right."

The attendant breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We're going to the palace gate soon."

Jing Hanzhang was changing the direction to lower the temperature of the other half of his face, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately opened the curtain.

Before he knew it, the carriage had already driven out of the busy street and was about to enter the palace soon.

Jing Hanzhang said angrily: "Why are you running and doing so fast?!"

Attendant: "..."

"My Highness will not return to the palace!" Jing Hanzhang was so angry that he kicked the wall of the car again, "Go back the same way!"

The attendant had long been used to Jing Hanzhang's moodiness, so he turned around and went back.

He just hurried back to the place where Yan Xingyu was thrown out of the car, but he couldn't see Yan Xingyu's people anymore.

Jing Hanzhang got out of the car, and stood in a daze on the long street full of people, feeling a little at a loss.

He belatedly realized that the way he drove Yan Xingyu out of the car without saying anything just now was extremely hurtful.

Yan Xingyu is also a person with a temper, what if he is sad because of this?

It was the first time in Jing Hanzhang's life that he was worried about the feelings of others. This emotion was so weird and unfamiliar that he shuddered without a trace in the bustling street.

Jing Hanzhang realized in a trance that he didn't like Yan Xingyu's special treatment of him, but he couldn't resist such straightforward and passionate emotions, so he instinctively wanted to escape.

After living for 17 years, His Highness the Seventh Prince, who has always done his own thing, finally peeled off the layers of his rage, and glimpsed the sincerity wrapped in spikes.

Yan Xingyu, who was thrown out of the car, was not angry at all. He felt that Jing Hanzhang would not have the heart to leave him behind, and obediently waited for a long time from the spot with his hands in his hands. In the end, Jing Hanzhang did not wait, but he waited for Hanruo Temple's carriage.

The national teacher raised the curtain of the car and said with a smile: "Come."

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "I will wait for Your Highness."

The national teacher said: "I came from the direction of the palace. I just saw the carriage of His Highness the Seventh Prince. He has probably arrived at the gate of the palace now."

Yan Xingyu hesitated for a while, then lifted the curtain and climbed into the state teacher's carriage.

The national teacher just came back from the palace, and there was a faint scent of ambergris on his body.

Yan Xingyu asked: "Brother, did you go to see His Majesty?"

"Yes." The national teacher handed him a small hand stove and said, "By the way, I saw the eminent monk from the Huguo Temple return to Beijing, so I chatted with him a few words."

Yan Xingyu frowned: "Huguo Temple?"

The national teacher nodded: "When the new year is over, you can go to Huguo Temple to stay for a while."

Yan Xingyu's fingers stiffened: "Why?"

The national teacher took out an amulet bag from his sleeve, and said, "This is the amulet for the stele I made for you a few years ago. Aman gave it to me some time ago."

Yan Xingyu nodded: "You said that you can't open it at will, but I always wear it close to my body and never open it."

He leaned forward, frowning: "The soul exchange is related to the amulet?"

The national teacher opened the seal of the bag, revealing the amulet inside. The shadow stone and the crow's blood are a string of amulets strung together, but at this time there are already slight cracks.

Yan Xingyu was startled.

The national teacher twisted his fingers lightly, and the two stones shattered in response. This amulet was useless.

"The amulet must have been broken on the day you exchanged it." The national teacher asked, "Where did you go?"

Yan Xingyu thought about it for a long time before he said in a daze: "I went to the palace, and when I came back, the carriage overturned."

That amulet should have been smashed at that time.

"The amulet of the stele can suppress the evil spirit on your body." The national teacher sighed, "There has never been a problem in these years. It was so easily broken as soon as I returned to Beijing. It is fate."

Yan Xingyu was silent for a while, and then said: "Does that mean to make the amulet again, so that this situation will not happen again to me and Your Highness?"

National Teacher: "You can try it, so I want you to go to Huguo Temple in the next year."

"It doesn't have to be the next year." Yan Xingyu urged, "I can go tomorrow."

The national teacher laughed: "So urgent?"

Yan Xingyu nodded.

The national teacher smiled and said: "Okay, I will arrange it for you when I go back."

After Yan Xingyu made an agreement with the national teacher, he separated, and he asked the national teacher to find a place to put him down.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw the Seventh Prince's carriage slowly passing by on the opposite long street.

Yan Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, then a little happy.

Just now the national teacher said that Jing Hanzhang had already arrived at the palace gate, but now he appeared on the long street, he must have come back to look for him.

When Yan Xingyu was happy, he didn't care about the publicity, he went straight through the crowd and quickly stepped forward to chase His Highness Seven's carriage.

Jing Hanzhang was sitting in the carriage, his mood was rare, he stared at the gold in his palm with his eyes downcast.

After a while, he couldn't bear to think about it like a girl who hadn't left the court, so he angrily squeezed the gold ingot into a cake shape with his bare hands.

One side of the gold was smooth and the other was printed with official seals. Jing Hanzhang stared at the gold and murmured: "If there are words, he is not angry; if there are no words..."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the gold spun several times and landed directly on his palm.

There is no word.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang immediately added: "If there are no words, he is very happy."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned by his own shamelessness.

Are you happy to leave people halfway?

To scold him without anger is already considered Yan Xingyu's temper.

Jing Hanzhang looked at the gold, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt inexplicably irritable. He said to himself impatiently: "One more time, no matter whether it has words or not, if I say it is not angry, it is not angry."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers again angrily.

This time, he didn't catch it firmly, and the gold fell directly to the center of the two cushions and stood still.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang picked up the gold tremblingly, and said dully, "Are you really angry?"

"Who's mad?" someone said.

Jing Hanzhang instinctively replied: "Xing Yu."

Yan Xingyu had jumped into the carriage at some point, ignored the attendant's stunned expression, and walked in with the curtain of the carriage lifted. He said doubtfully, "Xing Yu is not angry."

Jing Hanzhang, who came to his senses after realizing it: "..."

Jing Hanzhang stared at him blankly for a long time, then took a breath and said angrily, "Why are you here?"

"I saw His Highness came back to pick me up!" Yan Xingyu said a little happily, "I also have good news to tell His Highness...Huh? What did His Highness just say that I'm angry?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said weakly: "It's nothing. Let's tell you the good news."

Yan Xingyu didn't ask too much, and told everything about meeting the national teacher.

Hearing this news, Jing Hanzhang was not happy for some reason. He frowned and said, "If the amulet is done, we won't have abnormalities?"

"Yes, yes." Yan Xingyu said, "I will go to Huguo Temple to eat fast and pray for half a month, and when I come back again, the amulet will be ready."

Jing Hanzhang: "Is the national teacher sure it's really a problem with the amulet?"

"Nine times out of ten." Yan Xingyu showed him the amulet that was split in half, "I have been wearing this amulet for eight years, and I have never encountered such a thing, and after it was broken on the carriage that day, That night, I exchanged with His Highness."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him strangely: "Then why me?"

Yan Xingyu told the truth: "Because I heard from my senior brother that you are the master of Ziwei, and my fate is extremely easy to conflict. That night, His Majesty recruited the national teacher into the palace overnight, because the evil spirit collided with Ziwei star."

Such a connection makes sense.

Jing Hanzhang was silent for a long time before uttering a sentence: "Your senior brother really tells you everything."

He dared to say who Ziweixing was, but Jing Hanzhang didn't know that he had such a destiny.

Yan Xingyu nodded: "Yes, he didn't tell His Majesty about this matter. Your Majesty should think that he was the one who collided with Seven Kills, so he always treats me like this. Your Highness, since you are Ziweixing, do you want to try to fight... ..."

"Shut up." Seeing that Yan Xingyu was about to take him in a rebellious direction, Jing Hanzhang immediately cut off his words.

But he couldn't stabilize his emotions, and his voice was a little heavy, as if he was scolding.

Yan Xingyu seemed to be frightened, and stared at him blankly with wide eyes.

Jing Hanzhang was suddenly at a loss, he explained dryly: "I...I didn't, I didn't mean that, I am just me...I..."

It was the first time His Royal Highness encountered such a situation, "I" was stunned for a long time, not knowing how to explain it.

Finally, under Yan Xingyu's suspicious gaze, Jing Hanzhang seemed to compromise, and lowered his head, "I just don't want you to cause trouble for me."

Yan Xingyu rolled his eyes and reached out to hook his sleeve: "I won't cause trouble."

Jing Hanzhang snorted without any momentum, seeing that Yan Xingyu was really not angry, he let go of the stone in his heart.

This time, Jing Hanzhang obediently sent Yan Xingyu back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, saw him jumping in from the corner of the wall before returning to the palace.

Goulan Street, Hualou, a woman in red is slowly playing the harp, a man in black walks in with the beaded curtain, and the sound of the harp stops abruptly.

The woman who played with the harp immediately got up, wiped away the charming expression on her face, knelt down and saluted, "My lord."

"Hongzhuang." The lord called her by name, and said, "What's the matter?"

Hong Zhuang got up, put her messy clothes back together, and said truthfully: "Someone from Zhewei has found it, and someone from the capital city is looking for "Buddha's roots". "

The adult frowned: "Who?"

"I don't know for now." Hongzhuang said.

The lord casually raised his hand and flicked the harp lightly, the harp made a pleasant voice, and he said: "Continue to follow, Buddha's roots often grow in southern borders, people in the capital city will not look for them, since he dared to look for them, Then there must be clues of "Buddha's roots" in the city of Kyoto. "

"Yes."

Adults come and go like the wind, and leave soon.

Not a moment after he left, Yu Xi walked over slowly, and said with a smile, "Girl with red makeup, have you adjusted my harp yet?"

Hong Zhuang smiled and said: "Young Master Yu's order, how can Hong Zhuang dare to neglect? That's it."

Yu Xi stepped forward to take a look, he didn't know anything about konghou, so he didn't ask any further questions, he raised his hand and threw her a money bag, and asked someone to send the harp back to the prime minister's residence, intending to let Yan Xingyu pass the time with nothing to do.

In the prime minister's mansion, Yan Xingyu has found a new way to pass the time besides copying books.

He took a pen and wrote a few short sentences on the paper, making sure that Jing Hanzhang could understand them.

"Your Highness, I haven't seen you for half a day, think about it, think about it"

Signed deer head.

After Yan Xingyu finished writing, he put the letter in the box, gritted his teeth and stuffed a piece of gold into it, asking Aman to send the box to Jinghanzhang Palace.

Soon, the attendants in the palace of the Seventh Emperor sent the box to the inner hall of His Highness the Seventh Prince.

The attendant who was loyally guarding outside suddenly heard the sound of a wooden box falling to the ground from inside, and immediately opened the door and rushed in.

"Your Highness!"

In the inner hall, Sheng Xin's box had already been thrown to the ground by the enraged Seventh Prince, and there were already slight cracks.

The attendant was terrified, thinking that there was something in it that would make His Highness angry, so he cautiously raised his head to spy on His Highness Seven's expression.

Just looking at it, the attendant was stunned.

His Highness the Seventh Highness, who threw the box in a rage, was blushing at this time, gritted his teeth slightly and lowered his eyes, and carefully folded a piece of letter paper. After folding, he put it in the inner pocket of his clothes and put it close to his body, looking at it with great importance.

The servant was stunned.

After Jing Hanzhang finished this set of movements, he realized that this movement was too childlike, and immediately changed his face and pulled the letter out of his clothes, staring at the letter as if he was watching the murder of his father and enemy.

After staring for an indeterminate amount of time, until the attendant's knees hurt from kneeling, Jing Hanzhang said weakly, "Go out."

The attendant hurriedly got up and left.

When exiting the inner hall and closing the door, the attendant looked back in a strange way, and found that Jing Hanzhang was stuffing the letter under the pillow with a sullen face, and patted the pillow twice like a child after stuffing it.

Attendant: "..."

His Highness Seven's temperament is really unpredictable!