dhibooks Chapter 50 Get Married Let's Get Married.
Chapter 50 Get Married Let's Get Married.
In the morning of the next day, Jing Hanzhang woke up before he arrived at Mao. He turned his head to look at Yan Xingyu who was sleeping soundly under the quilt, and he couldn't get angry.
The deer also said to wake himself up in the morning, but he didn't expect that he couldn't get up by himself!
Yan Xingyu's sleeping posture is very cute, what he was like last night is still what he is now, Jing Hanzhang gave him a glare, got out of bed softly, and planned to copy scriptures.
He was afraid of waking Yan Xingyu up, but as soon as he sat up, Yan Xingyu, who was soundly asleep, seemed to have stepped on the ground and woke up with a shudder.
He was so dazed that before he opened his eyes, he struggled to grab Jing Hanzhang, and said in a daze, "Your Highness, where... are you going?"
Jing Hanzhang didn't expect him to wake up, so he said: "I'm going to copy the scriptures."
Yan Xingyu's ears were buzzing, but he couldn't hear clearly, he murmured: "Are you going to send me away?"
Seeing that he was sleepy, Jing Hanzhang snapped his finger between his eyebrows angrily, and said, "Where shall I send you? Sleeping stupidly?"
Yan Xingyu was jolted by the playing, and then opened his eyes to look at him in confusion, and it took him a while to wake up.
"Your Highness." Yan Xingyu rubbed his eyes, stretched out a hand towards Jing Hanzhang naturally, and said vaguely, "Your Highness, hug me."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
For some reason, Jing Hanzhang laughed suddenly. He sat on the edge of the bed and said lightly, "You want me to hug you? Okay."
Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand obediently, waiting for him to hug him.
Jing Hanzhang stretched out his hand slowly towards him, and when he was about to hold Yan Xingyu's hand, he suddenly turned around and reached towards Yan Xingyu's neck.
Jing Hanzhang's cold paws slid directly against Yan Xingyu's neck all the way, as if he had touched a piece of cold jade, Yan Xingyu shivered from the cold, and shrank his body into the quilt desperately.
Jing Hanzhang withdrew his hand triumphantly, and said, "Do you still want to hug me?"
Yan Xingyu touched his neck and shook his head sullenly.
Dare not, he was frozen awake.
Jing Hanzhang was overjoyed to win the victory, but his heart felt a little empty, as if he lost for the first time in the martial arts arena.
Without thinking too much, he patted Yan Xingyu and said, "Get up, let's copy the scriptures together."
Yan Xingyu nodded.
Once the souls of the two exchanged, they didn't know who copied the scriptures, so they both copied the scriptures together, which can be regarded as a support.
Jing Hanzhang had never tried to copy books with his peers, not even Jiang Fenghua who had been with him for many years.
His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince found it very novel. He sat in the Zen room, crossed his legs and propped his chin while looking at Yan Xingyu who was opposite him.
Yan Xingyu put the charcoal basin beside Jing Hanzhang, and was grinding ink with his sleeves up.
With Jing Hanzhang's body, his every move is still graceful and refined. When he lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, Jing Hanzhang almost forgot that this was his own body.
Jing Hanzhang looked at it for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why did you ask Jiang Fenghua to follow?"
Yan Xingyu said: "Isn't he sent by His Majesty? Your attendants are all around His Majesty. If Jiang Fenghua doesn't come, how could His Majesty let you escape from his control?"
Jing Hanzhang supported his chin, blew a lock of hair on his forehead, and said with a half-smile: "You know my father well, if it weren't impossible for you to know, I would suspect that you are my father's illegitimate son."
Yan Xingyu pursed his lips and smiled, as if he thought this statement was funny.
Jing Hanzhang kicked him: "What are you laughing at?"
Yan Xingyu said truthfully, "It's very funny."
"Funny?" Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows, "What's so funny?"
Yan Xingyu still smiled and didn't speak.
Jing Hanzhang was about to make trouble with him, but Yan Xingyu put Mo down and said, "Mo is ready, Your Highness, let's start."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang reluctantly picked up a pen to copy the scriptures, Yan Xingyu said: "Your Highness, be sincere."
Jing Hanzhang was reluctant to be sincere.
Yan Xingyu was helpless and didn't persuade him anymore. With Jing Hanzhang's temper, Yan Xingyu was already very happy to be willing to copy books for him.
Yan Xingyu picked up a pen and began to copy the scriptures, only copied one, and Jing Hanzhang started hooking his calf with his feet again.
"I can never copy a sentence." Jing Hanzhang lazily said with a pen in his mouth, "How did you copy every word correctly?"
Yan Xingyu had a good temper and was not angry. He obediently carried Jing Hanzhang's leg back to its original place, and said, "I have copied this scripture since I was a child, and I have memorized every word by heart. Even with my eyes closed, I can recite it backwards."
Jing Hanzhang recalled the ten times of "University" that had been neatly copied on his desk case before, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you also copy the other books backwards?"
Yan Xingyu said: "Everything I have read, I can remember how to write the strokes."
Jing Hanzhang gave a "tsk".
That is to say, even with Jing Hanzhang's body, he still has no hindrance in copying books.
Jing Hanzhang was a little sour.
It was snowing again outside, and the meditation room was full of room temperature, only the sound of each other's breathing and the sound of snow falling could be heard, and the charcoal in the charcoal basin burst from time to time, making a slight sound.
Yan Xingyu felt warm for the first time in the severe winter.
The two dutifully copied the books for three days. On the fourth day, Jing Hanzhang's attendants came from the capital city, and as soon as they came in, they knelt outside the meditation room: "Your Highness, I have something important to do."
Jing Hanzhang was already tired and was sleeping on the mat.
Yan Xingyu put the cloak on Jing Hanzhang's body, and said calmly, "Come in."
The attendant came in after hearing the order, put the secret letter in his hand on the table, and said briefly: "Your Highness, Your Highness received the king's order this morning."
Jing Hanzhang, who was sleeping lazily, opened his eyes quietly.
Yan Xingyu was still copying the scriptures steadily, and said calmly, "What title?"
The attendant said, "Rui."
Yan Xingyu removed the tip of the pen from the paper, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Rui?"
This is a good title, especially after the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony was destroyed.
Yan Xingyu waved his attendant down, raised his pen and continued to copy the book.
Jing Hanzhang turned over, took a look at the secret letter, and lazily said: "Sure enough, as you expected, my brother found the body of the regent at the border and escorted him back to Beijing... Tsk, if the person behind Zhang Yue is in control... Knowing that this matter was resolved by you with a strategy, I’m afraid I’m going to die of anger.”
Yan Xingyu rolled his eyes and shook his hands with a smile. The last word on this piece of paper was confiscated, and it fell on the pen to condense a dot of ink.
I have to copy again.
After copying the scriptures for three days, Jing Hanzhang was about to lift the table impatiently, but Yan Xingyu seemed to have endless patience, and he was still as stable as when he first started copying, which made Jing Hanzhang amazed.
Jing Hanzhang rolled a few times and rolled to Yan Xingyu's legs, and said unhappily, "How long will it take to copy?"
Yan Xingyu said: "It will take more than ten days."
Jing Hanzhang: "I don't want to copy anymore, Your Highness's wrist hurts."
Yan Xingyu put down his pen and said earnestly, "Then I rub it for His Highness?"
Jing Hanzhang met his eyes, and rolled back expressionlessly. He rolled to his futon, sat up and continued copying scriptures.
Yan Xingyu smiled until his eyes rolled up.
After another seven days in Huguo Temple, the eminent monk of Huguo Temple came and told them that they didn't need to copy the scriptures.
Yan Xingyu's wrists were hurting from copying scriptures these days. He handed the Buddhist scriptures copied by the two to the eminent monk. The eminent monk looked at it, pointed to the copy that Yan Xingyu had copied, and said, "Whose is it?"
Yan Xingyu hesitated for a moment before saying, "I copied this for His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."
"If someone else copied it, you must sincerely tell me the Buddha on the first day."
Yan Xingyu said: "I know."
He originally copied it for Jing Hanzhang.
Seeing the eminent monk nodding his head, Yan Xingyu thought for a while and asked again: "Would it be useless to spend a few days?"
"No." The eminent monk said indifferently, "Ziweixing's help will get twice the result with half the effort."
Yan Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief.
The eminent monk didn't say much, and left with the Buddhist scriptures.
Yan Xingyu watched him leave before returning to the backyard.
Jing Hanzhang was sitting in a wheelchair, squinting one eye, aiming the crossbow in his hand at the sparrow on the branch, as if he was going to shoot an arrow at it.
Yan Xingyu hurriedly said, "Your Highness!"
Jing Hanzhang's posture did not change, he was still looking at the sparrow, and said casually, "What's wrong?"
Yan Xingyu said: "In the holy land of Buddhism, killing is not allowed."
Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, then put his hand down, and said angrily: "I'm not a fool, of course I know that killing is not allowed, so if I make gestures, will it hinder the Buddha?"
Yan Xingyu said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Jing Hanzhang snorted and said, "Do you still want to copy the scriptures today?"
"No more copying." Yan Xingyu's eyes curved, "We can go home when the amulet is finished again."
Jing Hanzhang hummed: "Who will go home with you?"
Yan Xingyu squatted beside Jing Hanzhang, and pulled his sleeve extremely skillfully. Jing Hanzhang's face was full of impatience, but he still forcibly endured it, and there was also traces of happiness in his eyes, which was not easy to detect.
When Jiang Fenghua came back from the main hall, this was what he saw.
He was stunned for a long time, never imagined that His Royal Highness, who was moody, would be so gracious to curry favor with someone, and even... even tugged at his sleeve.
Jiang Fenghua was in a mess in the wind and snow, and for a moment he didn't know whether to tell His Majesty.
His Royal Highness Ruoqi is really a broken sleeve...
As night fell, after returning to the wing room, Jing Hanzhang noticed that there was no one around, so he frowned and said, "Did Jiang Fenghua's eyes misunderstand something today?"
Yan Xingyu was lighting candles, and turned around in doubt: "What is the misunderstanding?"
"I misunderstood you..." Jing Hanzhang's voice stopped abruptly, and he swallowed back the unspoken "sleeve".
Jing Hanzhang coughed dryly and said, "Have you read that book?"
Yan Xingyu nodded: "Look, brothel, Duanxiu, I already know what it is."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Don't you know you should blush? !
Yan Xingyu didn't blush, but Jing Hanzhang's blushed a little, and he said in a low voice, "I wonder if Jiang Fenghua misunderstood that you and I have lost our sleeves."
Yan Xingyu let out an "ah" and said in the book that broken sleeves are not easily accepted by the world. He was a little anxious and hurriedly said: "Then what should I do? I... Shall I ask him to clarify?"
Jing Hanzhang said quietly: "No need, just let him think wildly, anyway, you and I are not broken sleeves."
It's just sharing the same bed, cuddling and hugging, tugging at the sleeves...
But as, so.
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang fell silent suddenly.
Isn't this a broken sleeve? !
If it wasn't for knowing that Yan Xingyu didn't admire him at all, Jing Hanzhang couldn't help but feel that the two of them were just playing tricks on each other.
too frightening.
Jing Hanzhang shuddered. When did he feel that getting along with Yan Xingyu was completely fine?
Yan Xingyu was still a little worried: "But if he tells His Majesty..."
"Just let him say it." Jing Hanzhang interrupted him. He was thinking about his feelings for Yan Xingyu, and said casually, "My father would be happier if I broke my sleeves. After all, a broken sleeve can't do anything to his throne." There's a threat."
Jing Hanzhang sneered again as he spoke, and said, "Anyway, the famous noble daughters in the capital would never look at me, a hopeless prince, and I didn't intend to marry a woman I didn't love and ruin his life, so I simply After reaching the crown, it is not bad to be an idle prince, to be alone in the clouds and wild cranes."
Yan Xingyu tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly showed a look of enlightenment.
When Jing Hanzhang came back to his senses, he saw Yan Xingyu's suddenly enlightened look, he was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly had a bad premonition.
"You you..." Jing Hanzhang mumbled, "What are you thinking?"
Yan Xingyu's eyes were shining, he stood up and said, "Your Highness, wait."
Jing Hanzhang didn't know why.
Yan Xingyu ran out, and soon came back with a bunch of bodhi seeds, and he didn't know where he found them.
"All, all to Your Highness." Yan Xingyu pushed the bodhi child into his arms as if he was afraid that Jing Hanzhang would not accept it.
Jing Hanzhang stared in bewilderment: "What are you doing for me?"
"There are dozens of Buddhist beads here. Your Highness will take them first. When you return to the capital, you can come to Xiangfu to find me and exchange them for gold."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang froze, seeing that Yan Xingyu had given him so much gold, he realized that this little beauty was about to say something shocking to the world, and immediately said: "Shut up! I don't want to hear it, so don't say it!"
Yan Xingyu said anxiously: "You...you just want to listen to me after taking my gold."
"Who are you fooling with this string of broken beads?" Jing Hanzhang laughed angrily, "I already guessed what you were going to say."
Yan Xingyu said nonchalantly, "Your Highness guessed it?"
Jing Hanzhang snorted, but his earlobes turned red quietly: "You are also feared by the emperor because of your fate, don't you just want to pretend to be Duan Duan and Duan Xiu together with Ben... Ben Benben, Your Highness?"
All stuttered.
The more Jing Hanzhang spoke, his voice became softer, and he spoke the truth with full momentum, but in fact he had no confidence at all.
If they pretend to be together... It's not impossible to fall, fall, cough.
It's just that if Yan Xingyu didn't intend to do this at all, wouldn't he be acting affectionate again?
Thinking of this possibility, Jing Hanzhang blushed completely.
The next moment, he heard Yan Xingyu say in a daze: "I didn't want to pretend to be Duanxiu with His Highness..."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang's whole heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, feeling terribly uncomfortable, but his face was flushed red from embarrassment.
He became angry from embarrassment, and was about to rage to hide the embarrassment of wanting to get into the cracks in the ground.
After Yan Xingyu finished speaking, "...I just want to say, if one day His Highness loves me, if I'm still alive at that time, then let's get married."
Jing Hanzhang, who was preparing for a big battle, suddenly fell silent because of this sentence, and he raised his head in surprise: "What?"
Cheng Chengcheng... married? !
Why did they suddenly become married? !
He's not ready yet!