Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 56 Your Royal Highness, please fill me up.

After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, he was stunned.

He was dumbfounded for a long time, and asked King Rui, "What did I just say?"

King Rui: "..."

King Rui almost laughed.

"What are you talking about?" At this moment, a laughing voice came from the side, indicating that the emperor had arrived.

Everyone in the Hall of Supreme Harmony knelt down and shouted long live. Seeing that Jing Hanzhang was still in a daze, King Rui grabbed his younger brother to salute.

Jing Hanzhang knelt on the ground, but his eyes somehow crossed the crowd, and met Yan Xingyu who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Among the people in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, only Yan Xingyu was still sitting where he was. In front of so many people, it was impossible for the emperor to make things difficult for him. Yan Xingyu simply listened to the emperor's previous polite words without being too polite, and sat in a wheelchair with his head slightly lowered.

Sensing that Jing Hanzhang was looking at him, Yan Xingyu raised his head and rolled his eyes at him.

Jing Hanzhang immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at him anymore.

The emperor raised his hand to signal everyone to get up, smiled and said to the distraught Jing Hanzhang: "Just now what did you say to your brother whether you like it or not? Does Hanzhang like any lady?"

Jing Hanzhang didn't say a word, King Rui kicked him under the desk to remind him without a trace, and it was considered revenge for being kicked for no reason just now.

Only then did Jing Hanzhang come back to his senses, he was out of breath when he heard this.

What the emperor said, it seemed that he was not the one who punished Jing Hanzhang to kneel for three hours because he said he was a broken sleeve.

Jing Hanzhang was born rebellious, even the emperor couldn't straighten him out, he snorted softly, and raised his voice: "I don't like ladies."

emperor:"……"

Everyone: "..."

The smile on the emperor's face was almost unsteady. He always knew that his son was rebellious, but he didn't expect him to have the courage to imply that he was a broken sleeve in front of all the officials.

If it wasn't for the palace banquet, the emperor really wanted to punish him to kneel for another six hours.

Everyone was silent, not daring to speculate on the meaning of this sentence for a while.

In the end, the emperor pretended to be helpless and smiled and said: "Han Zhang has grown up, and he knows how to be shy."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost misunderstood His Highness Seventh as a broken sleeve.

Jing Hanzhang was not convinced, and was about to speak, King Rui handed him a glass of wine with a smirk, and said, "Drink with brother, shut your mouth."

Jing Hanzhang still listened to King Rui's words, so he had to lower his head and drink reluctantly.

For this palace banquet, all the princes had arrived, and the one sitting facing King Rui was the second prince, the empress' son, who was also the heir apparent most respected by all officials in the court.

The appearance of the second prince was very similar to that of Jing Hanzhang, with his eyebrows following the emperor's. He propped his chin up, looking lazily at Jing Hanzhang, who was drinking, and Yan Xingyu, who was eating quietly not far away.

He didn't know what to see, and suddenly smiled.

He tapped the side of his face with his fingers, and said with a lazy smile, "It's really interesting."

Yan Xingyu has been eating food quietly. He knows what kind of prodigal virtue he is when he is drunk, so he doesn't touch alcohol at all. He just pretends not to hear what the emperor said, and looks up at Jing Hanzhang from time to time.

He was eating vegetables bored, when Aman leaned down and said in a low voice, "My lord, the second prince is looking at you."

Yan Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at him without any trace, and found that the man with eyebrows and eyes that resembled Jing Hanzhang was really looking at him.

Aman's voice was extremely low: "This second prince is very mellow in his life, he has never made mistakes in court affairs, and he is the eldest son of the emperor, so the position in the East Palace is already firmly established."

Yan Xingyu was not afraid of him, and after meeting the eyes of the second prince, he smiled at him instead.

He smiled and said to Aman: "Never made a mistake? Then let him make a mistake."

There was no big disturbance in the palace banquet this time, it seemed to be just an ordinary palace banquet, and they dispersed after nightfall.

The emperor sat on his chariot and walked from the Hall of Supreme Harmony to the Hall of Sleeping.

He drank some wine, rubbed his eyebrows and closed his eyes slightly.

Inadvertently, a coolness fell on his face, the emperor raised his head slightly, and found that it was snowing again.

But when he looked back, he looked not far away, and it seemed that there was a man in blood armor standing on the long empty road with his back turned to him.

The emperor frowned, and said to Anping, "Who is that blocking the way?"

Anping looked in the direction of the emperor's finger, and said doubtfully, "Your Majesty, there is no one blocking the way."

The emperor blinked, and when he looked again, there was no one blocking the way.

Anping said: "Your Majesty must be dazzled."

The emperor rubbed his eyes, a little tired: "Maybe."

He didn't know what came to mind, he sighed, and said, "Did Han Zhang talk to a girl from the Feng family today?"

Anping hurriedly said: "That's right, it's just that His Royal Highness has a bad temper, and without saying a few words, the girl from the Feng family... ignored him."

The emperor said helplessly: "With his bad temper, which girl can bear him?"

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered what Jing Hanzhang had said to him in the Royal Garden.

"Father, I seem to have broken my sleeve."

The emperor's hand clenched the armrest tightly, and every time he thought about it, he was still a little annoyed.

Anping said: "Your Majesty calm down."

The emperor rubbed the center of his brows again, and sighed: "He will be crowned in two years. At this age, others would already have wives and concubines in groups, and he is still not enlightened... By the way, he is a general in the palace." Can the house maid make arrangements?"

Anping murmured: "It was arranged before, but all were driven out by His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."

"Arrange for him again." The emperor frowned, "Let him know the soft and soft jade, and he will no longer be attached to tough men."

Anping said: "Yes."

After the emperor gave the order, he raised his head again, and saw the figure in blood armor that he saw just now.

This time he couldn't convince himself that he was hallucinating, and immediately asked, "Who?"

The surrounding attendants immediately drew their swords and were alert to their surroundings.

The emperor stared at the figure who was getting closer and closer to him, his eyes widened.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and it became more and more familiar, but the attendants around him didn't seem to see him, and they were still looking around.

The emperor gritted his teeth. For some reason, cold sweat broke out on his forehead in such a cold day.

"What the hell are you..." He looked at the person walking towards him with difficulty, and asked in a shy voice, "...Who is it?"

Anping was taken aback, looked at the emperor who was talking to someone, and said dryly, "Your Majesty, there is no one..."

The emperor didn't seem to hear his words, and said sharply: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?!"

The man in the blood armor held a broken knife and walked towards the emperor step by step. Blood dripped on the ground, leaving a long bloodstain.

The emperor's chariot had stopped, and the man slowly raised his head under the light of the lantern.

The face under the messy hair is a familiar face that can never be more familiar.

The emperor suddenly gasped.

"Father?"

Anping's cold sweat broke out at the call of "Yifu", and I don't know why the emperor started talking nonsense.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

The man called "Father" by the emperor tilted his head slightly, leaving a bloodstain on his cheek. His voice was hoarse, as if gravel had been ground.

"His Majesty."

The emperor looked at him blankly.

The regent looked like a ghost, drenched in blood, and asked him softly, "Why is the tiger talisman fake?"

The emperor was stunned, and then a darkness suddenly fell in front of his eyes, and he fell directly from the emperor's chariot.

There was a muffled bang, and the emperor was dazed. At the end of his sight, the man covered in blood was walking towards the heavy snow step by step, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating on the spot.

Xiangfu.

Since Yan Xingyu returned to the mansion, he has been copying scriptures in front of the table.

Aman brought the medicine, saw that his hands were shaking, and said worriedly: "My lord, go to sleep after drinking the medicine."

Yan Xingyu didn't raise his head, and said flatly: "Let it go."

Aman put down the medicine and sat at Yan Xingyu's feet with his arms around his knees. He was a little sleepy, and soon fell asleep while hugging Yan Xingyu's knees.

This sleeping position was not very comfortable, and Aman woke up with his head tilted after sleeping for half an hour.

He rubbed his eyes and raised his head, only to find that the candle had been replaced once, Yan Xingyu was still copying the scriptures, and the medicine on the table had been drunk at some point, and there was only a little medicine base left.

Aman yawned, hugged Yan Xingyu's leg, and said vaguely, "Sir, go to sleep."

Yan Xingyu shook his head.

Aman saw that he was still copying, and his hands would probably be sore tomorrow, so he had to resort to his newly learned trump card: "When you parted from His Highness the Seventh Highness today, didn't you agree to go to the South Study Room for morning class tomorrow? If you You haven't slept all night, His Highness must have seen it."

Yan Xingyu, who was writing quickly, paused the tip of his pen, and looked at Aman in a daze.

Seeing that it worked, Aman quickly said, "Your Highness will feel distressed at that time."

Yan Xingyu stayed for a while, then put down the pen in a daze, and said slowly: "Yes, sleep well and eat well."

Aman: "..."

Aman watched helplessly as Yan Xingyu, who didn't listen to any persuasion just now, immediately stopped copying the scriptures, got up to wash, and soon went to bed and fell asleep obediently.

Aman: "..."

How should I put it, I feel a little sour.

Early the next morning, Yan Xingyu got up early and went to the palace to attend class in the South Study Room.

Today's South Study Room was unexpectedly quiet, the three princes didn't come, not to mention, even Taifu Lin who had arrived earlier didn't show up.

Yan Xingyu was a little puzzled, he first went to his seat and waited for Jing Hanzhang, but after waiting for a long time, the whole South Study Room was extremely quiet, and no one came even after the sun had risen.

Yan Xingyu was stunned, what's going on?

Just as he was about to ask someone, there was a rush of footsteps outside.

Before Yan Xingyu could react, the man kicked open the door of the South Study Room.

Such a big movement must be Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang ran over quickly, he didn't know where he came from, and it took him a while to recover after panting heavily.

Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand to comfort him, fearing that he would lose his temper.

After Jing Hanzhang's breathing stabilized, he said awkwardly: "I... I didn't mean to be late, you, don't be angry with me."

I don't know if it's because of what King Rui said yesterday, but when Jing Hanzhang encounters something, he has to worry about what he did wrong, afraid that Yan Xingyu will really ignore him.

Yan Xingyu is not the kind of person who makes trouble without reason, and said with a smile: "I am very happy to see Your Highness today."

Jing Hanzhang... Jing Hanzhang blushed again.

He coughed dryly, and said: "There is no class in the South Study Room today, come, come and play in my palace."

Yan Xingyu didn't know why, but he obediently followed Jing Hanzhang to the Palace of the Seven Emperors.

When they arrived at the sleeping hall, Jing Hanzhang waved the palace people back, and then said in a low voice: "Father suffered a ghost yesterday and fell off the emperor's chariot. Now the high fever persists and he is sleepy."

Yan Xingyu was startled: "Have you met a ghost?"

"Yeah." Jing Hanzhang said, "Anping said that he has been calling 'Father' to the empty road."

Yan Xingyu tilted his head.

"Oh, you probably don't know that the father's adoptive father is the regent." Jing Hanzhang said, "The regent is amazingly talented. Before his death, the late emperor entrusted his 14-year-old father to him—he was just 25 years old that year. The royal father was supported by the regent, and the two of them have a very close relationship in private, and they are called father and son."

Dare to be the emperor's "foster father" without changing his face, the regent is also a strange person.

Yan Xingyu whispered: "Is there really a ghost? Did His Majesty see it, or did everyone see it?"

"Only he saw it." Jing Hanzhang sighed, "He fell off the emperor's chariot, and he didn't know where he was injured. The damage to the dragon's body is of great importance, alas..."

Yan Xingyu seemed to be frightened, he quickly grabbed Jing Hanzhang's sleeve, and leaned against him.

It's a man who doesn't like the feeling of being completely dependent on others. Jing Hanzhang was very worried at first, but when he saw Yan Xingyu's action, his gloom suddenly disappeared. He coughed dryly, softened his voice, and asked: " You... are you afraid of ghosts?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "I'm not afraid, I just want to pretend to be afraid and let His Highness take pity on me."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang glared at him, and said unreasonably, "You said you were afraid."

Yan Xingyu didn't know why, but he still said obediently: "Xingyu is afraid of ghosts."

Jing Hanzhang originally wanted to say what he had prepared, but he was shy again when he got to his mouth. The words that were originally full of momentum were said by him like a girl shyly whispering.

"Didn't you say that your Highness... is, it's Ziweixing?" Jing Hanzhang said with a blushing face, "I'll give you a hug to soak up the emperor's air, it's better than the money that hates winning, and a hundred ghosts can't invade!"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu blinked his eyes.

After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, he hated his own manipulation, so he simply closed his eyes, opened his hands, and said as if dying: "Come on! Do you want to touch it or not?"

Yan Xingyu was stunned.

Jing Hanzhang didn't feel that Yan Xingyu threw himself into the arms like a stone into the water, he was too embarrassed to do it, but he still held on, threatening fiercely: "If you don't touch it, you will meet a ghost at night, don't call your highness to save me!" ..."

Before he finished speaking, the little stone surnamed Yan bumped into his arms, hugged Jing Hanzhang's waist tightly with both hands, and knocked Jing Hanzhang back half a step.

Yan Xingyu's cheek was pressed against Jing Hanzhang's heart, feeling that heart beating, he said with a smile, "Zip."

Jing Hanzhang felt that his arms were full, so he let out a sigh of relief.

Yan Xingyu raised his head, his eyes were pure, and he said seriously: "Your Highness, fill me up."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."