Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 5 Confused

Aman squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand to poke the unconscious man like a child poking an ant, and waited boredly for the son to give an order.

Jing Hanzhang was uncomfortable at first, but now it was even more uncomfortable. He seemed to be floating in mid-air, unreal.

Aman sat and waited, but did not wait for a reply, and raised his head in doubt: "My lord?"

Jing Hanzhang pressed his eyebrows with a headache, his face was extremely ugly.

Aman rushed forward, raised his hand to touch Jing Hanzhang's brow, and found that it was so hot that he pressed his shoulders to make him lie down.

"Aman can handle it by himself." Aman covered him with a quilt self-consciously, "Young Master is still sick, so you shouldn't worry about such a trivial matter."

Jing Hanzhang was forcibly pressed on the couch, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"you!"

He has been in the capital for so many years, and he has never been treated so forcefully and disrespectfully by someone—and that person is still a child whose chin is below his!

Jing Hanzhang's temper was not very good, he immediately raised his hand and patted Aman's arm away, angrily said: "Get up—"

It's just that this body is too weak, just as he got angry, there was a sharp pain in his heart, which made him almost unable to breathe.

Aman only thought that his son was stupefied with fever again, and didn't pay much attention to his abnormal state. After covering the quilt, he dragged away the man who didn't know his life or death on the ground with a familiar gesture.

He dealt with the "bug" that was an eyesore first, and then he had to cook medicine for the young master.

Every time the young master gets sick and confused, he will be extremely reluctant to drink medicine, and it will be extremely difficult to administer medicine later.

Too distressed.

Ah Man thought.

Jing Hanzhang, who didn't know what he was going to encounter in a while, was exhausted, leaning on the soft pillow and panting weakly.

His mind was blank, and his body was still running a high fever, his thoughts were like balls of thread in a mess, and he didn't know how to think at all.

At this moment, a cat meowed in a trance.

Jing Hanzhang froze all over, and turned his head to look blankly.

A jet-black cat was sitting beside his pillow, looking straight at him with green eyes, extremely penetrating.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

When Aman cleaned up the "bugs" and returned to the room with the medicine that had been boiled for a long time, he suddenly heard a heart-piercing scream from the black cat, and then a group of black shadows rushed towards him.

Aman reacted very quickly, and in a flash, he passed the black shadow.

Taking a closer look, the black shadow that was thrown out was the black cat raised by Yan Xingyu.

The fur all over the cat's body exploded, and after landing on the ground, it barked fiercely at the person on the bed, as if it wanted to bite.

Aman didn't know why, so he went in with the medicine, and was about to ask, when he saw Jing Hanzhang leaning on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, his face full of pain, as if he was about to fall ill.

"Son!"

Jing Hanzhang was so frightened that his whole body was covered in cold sweat, his hands were weak, he took only a few breaths before he fell onto the soft pillow, his mind was dazed and his breath was like a wandering thread.

While staring, someone seemed to be sitting next to him, and then a strong medicinal fragrance slowly fainted from his nostrils.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang maintained the last sliver of clarity, opened his eyes with difficulty, and vaguely saw a spoonful of bitter medicine poking towards him.

Jing Hanzhang's eyes darkened, he almost fainted, and immediately struggled to overturn the medicine with the last bit of strength.

But before he raised his hand, Aman had expected it, raised his hand, and stuffed the medicine spoon into his mouth accurately.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Damn!I must kill you! !

***

When Yan Xingyu woke up, it was still dark.

He had been blowing the cold wind for a long time during the day, and after returning home, he started to have a high fever. Normally, under such circumstances, Yan Xingyu would often wake up with discomfort.

But this time after waking up, his body was more comfortable than ever before.

Yan Xingyu sat up with his hands propped up, brushed his loose hair behind his shoulders, and planned to ask Aman how long he had been in a coma.

But as soon as his hand touched the hair, Yan Xingyu's fingers froze suddenly.

He slowly put his hand in front of his eyes, and he could see the hand clearly against the warm candle outside the bed curtain.

The palm prints are clear and interlaced, which is the face of a nobleman.

Excellent palmistry, but it doesn't belong to him.

Yan Xingyu was extremely calm, took a light breath, and was about to lift the curtain of the bed to see where it was, when there was a burst of light steps outside.

Yan Xingyu turned around abruptly, stretched his hand towards the source of the sound, his eyes were full of coldness.

Soon, someone gently lifted the curtain of the bed and said, "Your Highness is awake?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jiang Fenghua was wearing ordinary clothes, holding a stack of papers in his hand, saluted in a proper manner, raised his head inadvertently, and found that the "Seventh Highness" who used to be uncertain in the past was stretching his right hand and left hand towards him. Buttoning his cuffs, he seemed to be waiting for something.

Wait... what are you waiting for?

Jiang Fenghua was very good at observing words and expressions, took a look, and asked tentatively: "Is your Highness's hand numb?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a long time before he looked at his arm blankly.

I... Where are my crossbow arrows? !

Pretending to be calm, he pushed back his snow-white sleeves, and the forearm that was bound with the crossbow was empty at this time.

Looking around through the gaps in the bed curtain, the luxurious layout is extremely strange.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

This is... hit a ghost?

Still having nightmares?

Jiang Fenghua asked strangely: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Yan Xingyu was expressionless and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Jiang Fenghua thought that he was a little displeased by being woken up, so he explained helplessly: "A few days ago, the Taifu punished you to copy the theory, I have already copied it for you three times, and the imitation of the handwriting is also [-]% similar, you should get up and copy it again. Twice, when the time comes, put it up and down, so as not to be noticed by the Taifu and then sue His Majesty."

Jing Hanzhang was extremely slack in his studies, he was punished two and a half times in the three lectures given by the Taifu, Jiang Fenghua was his companion, and he was punished many times. , will still make a mistake next time.

Jiang Fenghua couldn't persuade Jing Hanzhang, so he had to rack his brains to think of ways to minimize the punishment for the two of them.

After going back and forth, I also gained experience.

Jiang Fenghua has shouldered too much alone.

Yan Xingyu was caught copying books without understanding what was going on now. His face was calm and he couldn't see any clues.

Seeing his expressionless face, Jiang Fenghua asked tentatively, "Your Highness?"

Yan Xingyu stared in confusion for a long time, a little unclear whether it was a dream or something, seeing this person kept urging him to copy the book, it seemed that if he didn't react, he couldn't justify it.

He took a deep breath, brewing up the trump card that he tried all over the years to avoid problems.

Jiang Fenghua was waiting for His Highness to answer. The next moment, he watched "His Highness" take a light breath, then clutched his chest without warning, panted twice, and then fell headfirst onto the soft pillow.

Eyes closed, dizzy.

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

"Your Highness!"

"Come here! Pass the imperial physician!"

***

Kyoto City, National Teacher's Mansion.

It was cold and windy, and a man in a monk's robe stood in the courtyard, looking up at the dark cloudy sky slightly.

The little novice ran forward, bowed and said, "My lord, it's time to rest."

The national teacher was graceful, chuckled lightly, and said, "I'm watching the stars."

The little novice stood on tiptoe and draped the crane cloak on the shoulders of the national teacher, with a childish voice, he whispered: "It will be good if there is no snow today, how can I see any stars."

"Today's astrology is extremely interesting." The national teacher said indifferently, "There is a fierce star colliding with Ziwei. It is a bad omen, but it is full of vitality."

The little novice couldn't understand, only understood that the evil star collided with Ziweixing, and hurriedly asked: "Do you want to tell Your Majesty?"

The national teacher smiled, but did not answer this sentence.

He lightly lifted his jade-like finger, a piece of snow fell on the fingertips, and quickly melted into a drop of water, reflecting the candlelight.

"Look, it's snowing."

This was the heaviest snowfall since the beginning of winter this year. In just one night, the ground was covered with snow.

Early the next morning, the rooster crowed.

The branch was broken by the snow, and a crisp sound woke up Yan Xingyu who was sleeping.

Yan Xingyu opened his eyes suddenly, and it took him a while to focus his sight.

Above the head is still the familiar bed curtain.

He stood up and looked at his palms, and made sure that the crossbow was well on his forearm, before he heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems that last night was just a ridiculous dream.

But this dream is weird, he seems to have turned into a prince, and was forced to copy tactics.

Yan Xingyu rubbed the center of his brows, and felt that he probably copied too many Buddhist scriptures, even in his dreams.

The door was opened, and Aman came in humming a little tune, and said happily, "My lord, it's snowing a lot outside, why don't you get up and have a look."

Yan Xingyu was still ill, he said wearily: "No need - where is my cat?"

Aman said: "It was thrown off the couch by the young master last night, and it's still losing its temper. It probably won't get better in a while."

Yan Xingyu, who was adjusting the crossbow with his sleeves up, was taken aback, frowned and said, "I threw it? When did it happen?"

"Just last night, you were probably sick and confused, and when you saw the cat, you were so frightened that you threw it away."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu pursed his lips lightly, and looked down at the crossbow on his forearm.

His eyes darkened slightly.

There should have been three crossbow arrows on the string, but one arrow was missing.

At the same time, in the womb of the Seven Emperors.

Jing Hanzhang was frightened by the black cat, and after he managed to recover, he was pressed down on the couch by a bear child and forced to drink a bowl of black medicine, which made him furious on the spot.

Then his heart ached and he passed out.

When he woke up again, there was a vague voice in his ear, as if someone was speaking in his ear.

"This... Why is Your Highness still awake?! Could it be that he really got some serious illness?"

Jing Hanzhang frowned. With a crow's mouth, he knew it was Jiang Fenghua.

Then, the imperial doctor's voice sounded: "Probably not, His Highness may have been frightened, and he became angry for a while, and he will be fine after a few days of self-cultivation."

At the end, he asked again: "Did Your Highness see the cat before falling asleep?"

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine that who could scare this fearless monster like this.

Jiang Fenghua was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "No, I just... mentioned something for His Highness to copy the theory."

The imperial physician was stunned for a moment, and then said "Oh" in a clear, meaningful way.

It turned out to be frightened by the theory of plagiarism.

It is rumored that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince avoids school lessons like a snake and a scorpion. I thought it was an exaggeration, but I didn't expect that copying a theory would make me faint.

Gee.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."