dhibooks Chapter 49 Confrontation
Chapter 49 Confrontation
If Yan Xingyu was going to Huguo Temple, he must tell Yan Ji.
He changed his clothes, removed his disguise, and asked Aman to push him to Xiangfu's study.
Yan Ji was looking at the file in front of the table, when he heard the sound of the wheelchair passing by on the ground, without raising his head, he said calmly, "Here we come."
Yan Xingyu nodded slightly and said, "I've seen my father."
Yan Ji wrote a few strokes on the file with a cinnabar pen, and then raised his eyes to look at Yan Xingyu. He knew that Yan Xingyu would not come to look for him if he had nothing to do, so he said directly, "Where are you going?"
Yan Xingyu: "Huguo Temple, make amulets."
"how long?"
"More than half a month."
Yan Ji said: "Will the New Year's Day come back?"
"can."
Yan Ji nodded: "Okay."
Yan Xingyu didn't say much to him, but nodded slightly, and when he was about to leave, Yan Ji suddenly asked: "Did you intervene in Zhang Yue's matter?"
Yan Xingyu tilted his head, his eyes were blank: "Who is father talking about?"
Yan Ji stared at Yan Xingyu's ignorant eyes, and said coldly after a while: "No one, let's go back. It's going to snow tonight, let the servants add more charcoal."
Yan Xingyu said: "Yes."
Aman pushed him out of the study, and went back to the courtyard against the cold wind.
As soon as he entered the inner room, Aman, who had been silent all this time, asked, "Why did he suddenly mention Zhang Yue?"
"I used my Highness's body to go to the Prince Regent's Mansion to meet Zhang Yue." Yan Xingyu said while picking up his pen carelessly, as if planning to write another letter to Jing Hanzhang, "He is testing whether I will behave as he wishes."
Aman rubbed ink for him, Yan Xingyu turned his head to think about how to express his "lovesickness" for Jing Hanzhang, but said in his mouth: "If it snows tonight, I will go to the general's mansion to be scolded before the snow falls."
Aman wondered: "Why don't you go after the snow falls, so that you can let Jing Hanzhang take your place?"
Yan Xingyu shook his head and said, "I don't want him to be scolded."
Aman: "..."
Aman stared at Yan Xingyu dumbfounded, and didn't understand why Yan Xingyu had transformed into this unknowingly. He vaguely remembered that at the very beginning, his son was still plotting Jing Hanzhang to drink the bitter medicine for him, why is he suffering so much now? Don't even want to scold?
At this moment, Zhao Bohuan happily ran in, holding a box: "The Seventh Highness sent it from the palace, and said that it must be handed over to the young master."
Yan Xingyu's eyes lit up when he heard it, he quickly put down the pen and asked Aman to take it.
After opening the box, there is a piece of carved jade inside, which is a dragon and a phoenix.
Yan Xingyu touched it fondly, then rummaged through the box, and found the reply letter hidden in the dark compartment.
There was only one line written on the letter.
"Here you go, shut up"
Aman said cautiously: "Young Master, he...he is annoying you."
Yan Xingyu shook his head, folded the letter and put it in his sleeve: "If he thinks I'm annoying, he won't reply to the letter, let alone give me jade."
Aman: "..."
His son...has he exchanged with some strange person again? !
Why are you so confident?
Yan Xingyu accepted the jade, so he reluctantly "shut up" and stopped writing.
He put away the jade and went to the general's mansion.
It's getting late, and the night is falling.
Yan Chenxi stood on the steps of the General's Mansion and waited for half an hour, and the carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion finally arrived slowly.
Soon, Yan Xingyu's wheelchair slowly slid down from the carriage. He was wearing extremely thick clothes, and his small face was half covered by a wide hood, only half of his chin was exposed.
Seeing him, Yan Xingyu nodded slightly: "Brother."
Yan Chenxi said coldly: "I still think you dare not come."
Yan Xingyu said politely: "Brother asked me to come, Xingyu dare not not come."
Yan Chenxi glared at him, turned around and entered the General's Mansion, and said, "Come here."
The tone is very bad.
Yan Xingyu was not afraid, and let Aman push him and follow him.
Yan Xiuzhi and Yan Chongshen were not in the mansion, so Yan Chenxi brought him to the martial field of the general's mansion, raised his hand to pick up a sword, and threw it towards Yan Xingyu casually.
He thought that with Yan Xingyu's skill, a sword would definitely be able to catch it, but he didn't expect that the sword was thrown in the past. Yan Xingyu didn't even want to reach out to catch it, but shrank his whole body into the wheelchair, looking scared.
Yan Chenxi: "..."
Finally, when the sword almost hit Yan Xingyu's body, Aman reached out to catch it, raised his hand to hold the sword flower, and threw it back casually, which happened to land on the weapon rack.
There was a bang.
Yan Chenxi and Yan Xingyu looked at each other expressionlessly for a while before saying, "Who did you learn your skills from?"
Yan Xingyu shook his head: "I didn't learn from anyone..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Chenxi interrupted him with a sullen face: "You can fight Chongshen without learning from anyone? You greet others with your moves without learning from anyone?! Today's event at Jing Zhe's martial arts arena You can fool others, but you can't fool me."
Yan Xingyu finished the following words: "...The monks of Hanruo Temple practice martial arts all year round. I go to see it every day when I have nothing to do. After a long time, I will get used to it."
Yan Chenxi: "..."
Yan Chenxi stared at him in disbelief: "Who knows how to practice martial arts after a long time?"
Yan Xingyu asked doubtfully, "Me."
Yan Chenxi: "..."
Yan Xingyu explained: "It's only been a year or two since my leg was healed, and it's only been a few months since I was able to walk. It's just that my physical foundation is too poor. The few tricks I played against my second brother are already the limit. No more."
Yan Chenxi still stared at him, struggled for a long time, and finally said with difficulty: "If father knows that you can learn like that just by looking at him, he will definitely scold Chongshen to death."
Yan Xingyu was puzzled: "Why are you scolding the second brother?"
Yan Chenxi couldn't tell. He and Yan Chongshen practiced under Yan Xiuzhi since they were young. They went out early every day and returned home at night to practice martial arts for many years. However, Yan Xingyu just watched with his eyes. After a few more months of practice, his skills will be able to A tie with Yan Chongshen.
Anyone who practiced martial arts would feel sorry for such a good seed if he knew about it.
Yan Chenxi sighed and didn't compare him any more, he said: "You would rather hide your paralyzed leg and return to Beijing, what is it for?"
Yan Chenxi knew that his leg injury was fake, but still concealed it for him. Because of this, Yan Xingyu was not wary of him and others, and said obediently: "I just don't want to be trapped in a corner of the bird cage and spend my life doing nothing. .”
He also said this sentence to the national teacher.
Yan Chenxi looked at him blankly, and said after a long time: "Isn't the capital counted? You don't want to be trapped in Hanruo Temple, but you are willing to invest in this quagmire-like capital city? The world is so big, where is it not considered a corner?"
"I said it." Yan Xingyu stared at Yan Chenxi, his voice was slow and soft, "I don't want to be trapped anywhere, if anyone wants to treat me like a canary, I will peck his eyes blind first."
Yan Chenxi stepped forward and looked down at him condescendingly: "Xing Yu, what exactly do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything." Yan Xingyu raised his head slightly, stared into his eyes, and said every word, "I'm just being myself."
Yan Chenxi was speechless.
"You can tell Your Majesty that my leg has healed. After all, you are the commander of the Jingzhe Guard." Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand and gently grasped Yan Chenxi's wrist, and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't blame you for this. Its master, even if you lose, no one can blame anyone?"
"Each is master?" Yan Chenxi said in a low voice, "Who do you serve as master?"
Yan Xingyu smiled: "Anyway, it's not the one my brother is loyal to."
Yan Chenxi took a breath, but he grabbed Yan Xingyu's hand and said sharply, "Are you dying?!"
"He did this because he wanted to die."
At this moment, Yan Chongshen's voice came from the side.
The two people who were facing each other turned their heads to look, and Yan Zhongshen came back at some time, and was walking down the stairs at this time, looking at them with a gentle smile.
Yan Xingyu probably knew that Yan Chongshen had recognized him, so he didn't hide it, and nodded slightly: "Second brother."
Yan Chongshen stepped forward, raised his hand to touch Yan Xingyu's face, and said with a smile: "Today's competition was really good, as expected of my younger brother, much better than that little idiot Weiming."
Yan Chenxi said coldly: "What did you mean by that just now?"
Yan Chongshen sat on Yan Xingyu's wheelchair crookedly, and the wooden wheelchair creaked as if it was about to fall apart.
Yan Chongshen didn't care, and said lightly: "How long do you think His Majesty will tolerate such a big sin against Ziwei? Brother, when will you be less naive?"
Yan Chenxi choked for a moment.
After Yan Chongshen finished ranting against Yan Chenxi, he immediately lowered his head and said to Yan Xingyu with his eyes bent: "Xingyu, our grand hall has both civil and martial arts, virtue and talent, do you consider changing master?"
Yan Xingyu smiled and said, "I have to think about it."
Yan Zhong said deeply: "Our Highness is very rich, and he will give as much gold as he wants."
Hearing this, Yan Xingyu was a little ready to move.
Yan Chenxi couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Enough! Are you taking this as a joke?!"
The two fell silent, but their hands were still gesticulating incomprehensibly.
Yan Chenxi: "..."
Yan Chenxi was so powerless, he pointed to the outside and completely ignored: "Get out and tell me."
After Yan Chong heard it deeply, he immediately jumped out of the wheelchair and pushed Yan Xingyu away like flying.
Yan Chenxi: "..."
Yan Chongshen sent Yan Xingyu back to the prime minister's mansion, and he praised his highness all the way, saying how handsome and mighty he is, decisive in killing and attacking, how talented and well-educated.
Yan Xingyu didn't like it very much, and he also wanted to praise his highness.
After returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Yan Chongshen still said seriously: "Think about it, sooner or later this throne will belong to His Royal Highness."
Yan Xingyu: "..."
He dared to say it.
After Yan Chongshen sent him back to the side courtyard, he strolled to visit Yan Ji again.
Yan Xingyu sighed, and looked up at the gray sky.
Aman whispered from the side: "My lord, what are you thinking?"
What he asked was why Yan Xingyu talked so much nonsense with Yan Chongshen, but Yan Xingyu misunderstood it.
Yan Xingyu said: "I'm thinking about Your Highness."
Aman: "..."
What a hell!
***
Before Yan Xingyu fell asleep, the snow didn't even fall, and he held the letter in his hand, which was full of long speeches praising Jing Hanzhang, but this time he didn't give any more gold.
How can anyone who writes a letter and reads it "by himself" still give him gold?
Yan Xingyu thought to himself, and then fell asleep holding the letter with peace of mind.
Early the next morning, Yan Xingyu woke up from the familiar bed in the Palace of the Seventh Prince, and a thick layer of snow had already fallen outside.
Jiang Fenghua called him outside: "His Royal Highness, are you awake? There is a policy discussion today, and His Majesty will come over too. We have to go early."
Upon hearing this, Yan Xingyu got up slowly and said, "I'm awake."
Jiang Fenghua breathed a sigh of relief outside.
Today, the South Study Room’s policy debates against the emperor were not going to pass—he was so troubled by Zhang Yue’s incident that there was no one in the entire court who could come up with an idea, which made him even more annoyed by the quarrel.
This time when he came to the South Study Room, it was Taifu Lin who said that His Royal Highness Seventh Highness had made rapid progress during this time, and he could even understand "University", so the emperor endured his annoyance and came here.
When Yan Xingyu passed by, the other three princes were already sitting there reciting their books in an orderly manner, and they seemed to be extremely afraid of the emperor.
The poison on Taifu Lin's body had been removed by Yu's Breath, and the look of dying was gone from his face at this moment, he glanced at Yan Xingyu and motioned him to sit down.
Yan Xingyu sat down obediently.
After the morning class, the emperor rushed over after the court, and came to see how much progress his son had made.
Yan Xingyu is a person who likes to observe words and expressions very much. No matter how concealed the disguise is, he can still see some truth from the expression on his face, but since the emperor saw "Jing Hanzhang", the expression on his face can't see the slightest flaw at all.
This is simply a good father who dotes on his son and can't fault him at all.
If he didn't know the inside story, Yan Xingyu might be deceived by the emperor's disguise.
The emperor reached out and touched Yan Xingyu's head, and praised with a smile: "I heard Taifu Lin said that you have made a lot of progress?"
Where he touched, Yan Xingyu only felt numb all over, and almost uncontrollably opened his hand, but he still controlled it, and said with a smile: "I haven't made much progress, but I always play with Xingyu during this time." , he said a few words, I just remembered."
The fact that Jing Hanzhang always went to the prime minister's mansion was known to everyone in the capital city, if he kept it secret, the emperor might become suspicious, so he simply said it directly, in a fair and honest manner.
The emperor said: "Oh? Xingyu? I heard that he is really smart. It would be great if you could play well."
Yan Xingyu smiled, but said nothing.
The two have their own ghosts, and neither can see the other's disguise.
Soon, Taifu Lin announced the topic of today's policy discussion.
"Rectify the Soldiers"
Yan Xingyu glanced at the emperor who was sipping tea slowly.
This is trying to get everyone to come up with a solution to Zhang Yue's matter.
Yan Xingyu lowered his head and smiled silently. The fifth prince who was beside him probably understood the meaning of the question, and now he was biting his teeth and trembling slightly.
Yan Xingyu didn't show anything, after all, in the eyes of the emperor and everyone, he was just a fool who only knew how to have fun.
He raised his pen and wrote a bunch of eloquently. The whole article was "then caress", but between the lines, intentionally or unintentionally, he added some talks about gods and Buddhas that seemed to be written casually.
For example, the soul returns to the hometown, such as the fallen leaves return to the roots.
This policy theory does not look like a formal policy theory written by a serious prince at all, but it looks like it was written by Yehu Chan who preached about Buddhism and Zen indiscriminately.
He finished writing quickly, and after making a bold payment, he threw away the pen, showing Jing Hanzhang's incomparable style.
Seeing that he finished writing, Mrs. Lin stepped forward to take a look, and frowned after reading only two lines.
Seeing Taifu Lin's eyes, the emperor raised his eyebrows and said, "How?"
Taifu Lin picked up the paper and shook it, waited for the ink to dry before handing it to the emperor, and said truthfully, "No, I don't know what it means."
The emperor smiled and held the paper in front of his eyes for a closer look.
Taifu Lin originally thought that the emperor would be furious after reading a line, but he didn't expect that he would carefully read the piece of policy theory that looked like a ghostly drawing talisman.
After reading it, the emperor put down the theory and looked at Yan Xingyu in surprise.
Yan Xingyu begged for mercy with some fear: "Father, I have done my best, don't punish me for copying books."
The emperor stared at his face, and found that there was still a little ignorance and childishness on that face, as well as the fear of being punished for copying books again.
The emperor looked at him, and suddenly burst into laughter. He clapped his hands and praised, "You are indeed my good son."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the South Study Room was startled.
Yan Xingyu pretended not to know: "Father, are you confused?"
"Hahaha." The emperor said, "I'm just happy."
After he finished speaking, he patted Yan Xingyu on the shoulder, and said: "Han Zhang has made great achievements this time, if you want any reward, just tell me, and I will give it to you."
Everyone in the South Study Room looked blankly, looking at the emperor in disbelief.
What exactly was written in that idiot bag that could make the emperor so happy?
Taifu Lin was also a little surprised, he picked up the theory and looked at it for a while, but he still couldn't see why.
But Yan Xingyu knew that the reason why the emperor was happy was because he knew how to deal with Zhang Yue's matter from the nagging strategy.
Now the rumors that the regent died in vain spread all over the world, if you want to stop the world's mouth, you must prove that Zhang Yue is not seeking justice for the regent.
There are countless reasons why the retainers of the royal family who have waited for the regent for many years without success can jump off the high wall in front of thousands of troops, and the best one is to welcome the dead souls returning to Beijing.
Countless soldiers shrouded in horse leather wished that their souls could return to their hometowns after they died in battle, instead of being trapped on the battlefield and becoming lonely ghosts.
When Yan Xingyu saw the happy look of the emperor, he knew that he had achieved his goal. He pretended to be at a loss, and when he saw that the emperor wanted to reward him, he asked, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word: "You can mention anything you want here." ?”
The emperor smiled and said, "You are not joking."
Yan Xingyu narrowed his eyes and said, "I want to go to Huguo Temple."
The emperor said: "Huguo Temple?"
"Yeah." Yan Xingyu said, "These words on the policy are said to be Yan Xingyu always nagging in my ear before I remember them. Although I don't know what's good about it, it must be good if my father said yes. Yesterday I heard that he was going to Huguo Temple, and it just so happened that I wanted to go and offer an everlasting lamp to my father."
The emperor was coaxed into elation by Yan Xingyu: "It's enough for you to have this kind of heart. Forget it, you can go wherever you want, and you don't have to come to the South Study Room for classes until the year before. But if you go out of the city, you must bring a good guard."
Yan Xingyu said: "Thank you, Father."
The emperor patted his head again, smiled and left with a policy theory, regardless of whether the other sons had completed it or not.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, even Taifu Lin looked at him in surprise.
Yan Xingyu didn't care about other people's strange gazes, and said indifferently: "Teacher, can I finish class?"
Taifu Lin hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then what is the meaning of policy theory?"
Yan Xingyu tilted his head, and said strangely: "I don't understand, so I just wrote it casually, what did the father see?"
Taifu Lin: "..."
you ask me?
Jiang Fenghua was stunned. When he realized that Yan Xingyu had already left the South Study Room, he hurriedly followed: "Your Highness!"
After Yan Xingyu walked out of the South Study Room, Wei Bucha heaved a sigh of relief.
He originally planned to let Jing Hanzhang go to Huguo Temple together, but he didn't expect to bump into him directly, which saved him from looking for other ways.
Hearing Jiang Fenghua's voice, he stopped and said, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Fenghua seemed to want to ask him something, but after thinking about it, he didn't know how to ask him, so he could only say dryly, "Are you going to Huguo Temple?"
"Yes."
Jiang Fenghua tentatively said, "Can I go with you?"
Yan Xingyu turned his head to look at him for a long time, just when Jiang Fenghua thought he was being spotted, Yan Xingyu suddenly smiled, and said, "Of course."
Only then did Jiang Fenghua breathe a sigh of relief.
Yan Xingyu said he would go to Huguo Temple, and when he went back, he was quickly cleaned up, planning to catch up with Jing Hanzhang when the Xiangfu's carriage left the capital city.
When changing clothes, Yan Xingyu accidentally felt something in the lapel, he frowned and opened the lapel, and pulled the thing out.
That was the letter I wrote to Jing Hanzhang yesterday.
Jing Hanzhang put it close to his clothes.
Yan Xingyu looked at the crumpled paper for a while, and for some reason, his face suddenly turned red.
Soon, Yan Xingyu took Jiang Fenghua out of the palace and went directly to the prime minister's mansion.
The carriage at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion was ready, and Ah Man stood beside the carriage with a bitter expression on his face, obediently obediently.
"Yes, yes, yes, my son is really not a thing."
"Yes, yes, you are right."
"Yes, yes, he didn't do it on purpose, and my young master didn't know that he would copy Buddhist scriptures for fifteen days. Please calm down."
"..."
Yan Xingyu: "..."
Yan Xingyu stepped forward and coughed heavily. Aman was so scolded that he was dizzy. He accidentally glanced at him, and immediately burst into tears: "Grand..."
Yan Xingyu: "Cough."
Only then did Aman see Jiang Fenghua at the side, and immediately changed his words: "Your Highness!"
Yan Xingyu nodded.
Jing Hanzhang, who was cursing in the carriage, heard the sound, and immediately flung the curtain, glaring over impatiently, with the words "You still have the guts to come here?!"
Yan Xingyu smiled at him with a good temper.
Jing Hanzhang said impatiently: "Why are you laughing?! Do I look funny?"
Seeing this, Jiang Fenghua almost choked to death. It was the first time he saw someone dare to talk to His Royal Highness like this.
Yan Xingyu was still laughing and said, "Don't be angry."
Jing Hanzhang said angrily: "You also know that I will be angry?!"
Jiang Fenghua carefully watched the expression of the "Seventh Highness" and saw that he was smiling all over his face. It seemed that he was not angry at all being provoked.
Jiang Fenghua was amazed, and finally treated the prime minister differently.
Yan Xingyu and Jiang Fenghua gave an order, stepped on the horse stool, lifted the curtain and got into the carriage.
Jing Hanzhang was still angry about the fifteen days of copying Buddhist scriptures, but because it was about amulets and he was not easy to be fooled, he could only sulk angrily, and for the first time in his life decided to copy Buddhist scriptures obediently.
After Yan Xingyu came in, he sat directly beside Jing Hanzhang, pulled his sleeve skillfully, and said with his eyes bent: "Your Highness, don't be angry, I will go with you to Huguo Temple."
Jing Hanzhang put his arms around his arms, and was about to shake off his hand impatiently, when he heard this, he was taken aback and frowned, "You go? What are you going to do?"
Yan Xingyu said, "I'm going to copy the books."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang was immediately elated, and directly stuffed the sleeves into Yan Xingyu's hands, letting him pull, pull hard, or bite the sleeves without any problem.
After a while, the carriage leisurely headed out of the city.
It wasn't until he left the capital that Jing Hanzhang said, "What did you do in the palace again?"
Now the emperor is very annoyed by Zhang Yue's affairs, it is impossible to let him out of the capital city to play around.
Jing Hanzhang knew Yan Xingyu's ability, probably because of what he did to get out of the capital smoothly.
Yan Xingyu didn't hide anything, and told Jing Hanzhang about the policy theory he wrote.
After Jing Hanzhang heard this, he suddenly took a deep breath: "You actually..."
Yan Xingyu looked at him with bright eyes, Taifu Lin didn't see the theory of the problem, but Jing Hanzhang understood his intention after listening to it once.
Yan Xingyu wished he could throw himself into his arms.
"I believe it won't be long before the eldest prince's order to become king will come." Yan Xingyu tugged Jing Hanzhang's sleeves and wrapped them around his fingers casually, "Escorting the bones of the regent who died more than ten years ago to return to the capital But it’s a great achievement.”
Jing Hanzhang took a while to say: "Are you sure the emperor will really use this reason? The regent died on the battlefield for more than ten years, and the lieutenant who survived that year said that he had no bones left, and his body could not be found after searching the battlefield. Now After so many years, it is suddenly said that my elder brother has found the skeleton, can people in the world believe it?"
Yan Xingyu said lightly: "It doesn't matter whether people in the world believe it or not, the emperor can feel at ease."
Jing Hanzhang still couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"It's okay." Yan Xingyu tugged at his sleeve and said, "Zhang Yue is dead. If the emperor doesn't give the emperor a solution to this matter, he might take his anger out on the eldest prince who just returned to Beijing at that time. Such a thing Not only has it been resolved, the First Prince has also made him a king, which is a double win."
Jing Han and Zhang Muran looked at Yan Xingyu for a long time before whispering: "Are you trying to help my elder brother?"
Yan Xingyu shook his fingers.
Jing Hanzhang sensed the look on his face, and sighed silently: "I've said it before, I don't want you to get involved in the muddy waters of the capital because of me. If you are discovered, I can't protect you."
"I, I won't be discovered. Anyway, the policy statement was written by His Highness's body. I was afraid that the emperor would think wildly, so I wanted His Highness to come to Huguo Temple to avoid the limelight." Yan Xingyu looked at him in a daze, "Did i do something wrong?"
Jing Hanzhang met his water-filled eyes, was stunned for a moment, and then said immediately: "No, you did nothing wrong."
The water waves in Yan Xingyu's eyes became heavier, and he said dully: "But Your Highness... doesn't seem to be happy."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
I just don't want him to worry about my own affairs!
Didn't he express himself clearly enough?
Jing Hanzhang was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that it seemed that he was not born to give equal feedback to other people's kindness.
Yan Xingyu helped him, but he didn't give him the response he should have at all, such as thanks, such as joy.
What he gave Yan Xingyu had always been rational judgment and solemn restraint.
Obviously this is the most sensible and correct way, but it seems like pouring a basin of cold water directly on the burning flame.
Yan Xingyu was paralyzed by the cold water he poured one after another.
It was rare for Jing Hanzhang to start to reflect on himself again.
Yan Xingyu felt very sad. He sat there rubbing his fingers, thinking that Jing Hanzhang would come to coax him immediately, but there was only a moment of silence after waiting.
He was even more sad, still wanting to attract Jing Hanzhang's attention, he said slowly: "Your Highness, I, I will be sad soon."
Jing Hanzhang had just finished reflecting on himself when he heard such a sentence, which almost made his hair stand on end in fright.
He immediately said: "Don't be sad!"
When Yan Xingyu heard this, he immediately put away his sadness and looked up at him eagerly.
Jing Hanzhang said seriously: "I am very happy that you helped my elder brother. I want to give you all the happiness of my gold, silver and jewelry."
For a person like Yan Xingyu, directly expressing happiness makes him unable to feel this kind of emotion at all, so Jing Hanzhang found a quantifier to express it vividly.
Sure enough, Yan Xingyu's eyes lit up when he heard it.
In Yan Xingyu's opinion, the term "all gold, silver and jewels" is the fullest and most extreme term he has ever heard in his life.
Jing Hanzhang's happiness was compared to this, and Yan Xingyu immediately felt that what he did was rewarded emotionally.
As soon as Yan Xingyu was happy, he started to raise his feet, and he even said a little shyly, "This, so many?"
It was also the first time for Jing Hanzhang to be so straightforward, and he also blushed a little because of Yan Xingyu's reaction.
Jing Hanzhang coughed dryly and said, "But this is too risky, don't do it next time."
Yan Xingyu also knew that Jing Hanzhang was doing it for his own benefit, so he nodded obediently: "Okay."
Only then did Jing Hanzhang feel relieved.
Because Jing Hanzhang lost his temper in the morning, Aman didn't bring him the medicine, so he took a small stove to warm it on the carriage.
Jing Hanzhang was in a good mood now, so he took the medicine bowl to drink the medicine.
Yan Xingyu sat on the side, watching Jing Hanzhang frowning and drinking the medicine, feeling a little distressed: "Is it very bitter?"
Jing Hanzhang was so bitter that he was about to kick his legs. After gulping down his drink, he looked into Yan Xingyu's worried eyes. He coughed dryly and pretended to be indifferent: "What is the bitterness? It's not bitter at all. Your Highness can have three more bowls."
Yan Xingyu looked at him eagerly, his eyes full of reverence.
He wanted to praise others, but he didn't have any gold on him, so he had to write the praise in his eyes, and looked at Jing Hanzhang without blinking.
Jing Hanzhang was so stared at by him that he almost called Aman to bring him three more bowls of medicine.
The two arrived at Huguo Temple all the way, and it was already afternoon when they got off the carriage.
Huguo Temple is on the mountainside, and the road is slippery in snowy weather. Jing Hanzhang's attendants carried the sedan chair and sent Jing Hanzhang, who was "unable to walk", up the mountain.
The monks of Huguo Temple had already heard the news and came to greet him.
The huge ancient temple seemed to be hidden among the mountains and forests, and every breath was clear after snow. Yan Xingyu pushed Jing Hanzhang and followed the monk to the backyard wing.
Huguo Temple is full of incense all the year round, although the wing rooms are not simple, but to Jing Hanzhang, they are not much better than the dilapidated thatched house in Xiangfu, his brows are full of disgust.
The two rooms were next to each other. After the monk led them away, he saluted and told them to go to the main hall to recite the Buddha's kneeling scriptures every day at Mao hour, and then bowed and retreated.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Jing Hanzhang straightened his legs and said with a sneer, "Get up at Mao every day? Then don't sleep at night."
Yan Xingyu said: "I will wake His Highness up when the time comes."
Jing Hanzhang snorted and didn't complain anymore.
After setting everyone up and having another vegetarian meal, at night, Jing Hanzhang finally understood what Yan Xingyu meant by "asking His Highness to wake up".
Jing Hanzhang looked at Yan Xingyu who was throwing the pillow onto his couch in amazement, and said in amazement, "What do you mean?"
Yan Xingyu said obediently, "Warm Your Highness the bed."
Jing Hanzhang: "???"
Jing Hanzhang took a deep breath and almost suffered a heart attack. He patted his heart to slow down, and then said angrily: "What warm bed? Don't learn any words and use them blindly!"
"Oh." Yan Xingyu looked at him cautiously, "This sentence shouldn't be said, does His Highness want gold from me?"
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang was about to die of anger, he pointed outside and said, "Go back to your room and sleep."
"No way." Yan Xingyu was a little distressed, "I can't sleep in a strange place."
Jing Hanzhang roared: "Sleeping next to me will you be able to fall asleep?"
What are you talking about? !
He was just saying something casually, but he didn't expect Yan Xingyu to nod: "Yes."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Yan Xingyu said: "I have never had a good night's sleep in His Highness's body. This time it took too long. If I can't sleep again, I'm afraid it will damage His Highness's body."
After he finished speaking, in order not to want to give gold, he changed the phrase and said seriously: "I am thinking about His Highness's health."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
This reason was so shocking that Jing Hanzhang didn't know how to refute it for a while, so he asked Yan Xingyu to climb onto his bed in a daze.
Warm the bed.
At night, Jing Hanzhang lay stiffly on the outside of the bed, wishing he could just roll over and go to sleep on the ground.
Yan Xingyu lay sideways beside him, stretching out his feet to rub against Jing Hanzhang's feet. He was probably a little sleepy, so he squinted his eyes and said vaguely, "My hands and feet are cold when it's winter. Are you cold, Your Highness? I'll warm you up."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Yan Xingyu leaned His Highness Seventh's warm body to the side, and wanted to reach out to warm Jing Hanzhang's hands.
Jing Hanzhang couldn't take it anymore, he stretched out his hand and threatened: "If you dare to stretch out your claws, I will beat you. If you really hit me, it won't hurt you."
Yan Xingyu said, "I'm just afraid that His Highness will be cold."
Jing Hanzhang: "Your Highness is not cold!"
Yan Xingyu: "But..."
Jing Hanzhang couldn't say no to him, so he had to sit up all of a sudden, cooling Yan Xingyu's hard-earned bed.
"Aman!"
Soon, Aman ran in: "Master? Your Highness?"
Jing Hanzhang said coldly: "Go get me a bunch of Tang Pozi, hurry up."
Aman didn't know why, but he went obediently.
After a while, Aman stuffed Mrs. Tang, who had been poured with hot water, under the quilt, and carefully looked at Yan Xingyu's face.
Yan Xingyu looked a little unhappy, but Jing Hanzhang changed his anger just now and said with great interest: "Give me another quilt."
Aman added another quilt.
The whole blanket was warm, like warm spring, Jing Hanzhang stared at Yan Xingyu sideways, and said, "Is it still cold?"
Yan Xingyu said sullenly, "It's not cold anymore."
"It's not cold, you still don't sleep!"
Jing Hanzhang was like a victorious general, proudly showing off his might.
Yan Xingyu didn't say a word, buried himself in the quilt, and fell asleep.
Jing Hanzhang felt that he had a slight advantage in this confrontation, and happily huddled under the warm quilt.
Just falling asleep, he realized suddenly in a trance.
I seem to have won this confrontation, but I seem to have lost something...
What did you lose?
Jing Hanzhang couldn't figure it out, so he turned over and fell asleep angrily.