Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 57 Wronged Your Highness Wants to Take a Nap Together?

Although Jing Hanzhang has never met the housemaid, he still knows some things that he should know. In addition, he has been domineering everywhere in the capital city for these years, so he also knows a lot of private swearing.

Before, he always thought that he was well-informed and much better than Yan Xiaolu, who knew nothing, but he never thought that Yan Xingyu's random nonsense words were much more powerful than the tiger-wolf words that Jing Hanzhang had heard all these years.

Jing Hanzhang froze for a long time, and began to wonder if Yan Xingyu was lying to him again.

He thought about it carefully, Yan Xingyu will be seventeen after the new year, does he really not know what kind of ambiguity such words will cause people after he has returned to Beijing for so long?

Did he do it on purpose, or did he really not understand anything?

Jing Hanzhang was about to collapse, and in the end he forcibly pulled Yan Xingyu's tightly clasped hands from his waist, and stepped back a few steps with his face flushed like a girl who had been slighted.

Yan Xingyu couldn't hold the "Emperor Qi" anymore, he hesitated for a moment: "Your Highness, what's the matter?"

Jing Hanzhang no longer had the usual arrogance. He sat down on the chair, rubbed his brows, and murmured: "Let Your Highness take it easy."

Yan Xingyu was very obedient, so he waited for Jing Han and Zhang Huan there.

When Jing Hanzhang slowed down, Yan Xingyu was already sitting at his feet, holding his knees and looking up at him.

Facing Yan Xingyu's gaze, Jing Hanzhang said expressionlessly, "What are you doing?"

"Emperor Qi." Yan Xingyu said obediently.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang dug a hole for himself, but it was not easy to take it back, and he was extremely regretful.

Yan Xingyu was sitting on the ground. Seeing his thin body, Jing Hanzhang was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he stretched out his hand to pull him up, and said, "Come on, it's cold on the ground, sit on my body..."

sit next to me...

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xingyu put his cold hand on Jing Hanzhang's warm palm, got up with strength, and then... sat on Jing Hanzhang's lap without hesitation, and leaned his whole body into Jing Hanzhang's arms.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was about to scream: "Yan Xingyu—"

Yan Xingyu saw that he reacted so violently, so he stood up quickly: "Am I pressing down on His Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was completely convinced, and he weakly pointed to the seat next to him: "You sit here, I will give you a hand, and you hold it."

Yan Xingyu said "oh", sat on a chair beside him, put his hands on the table, looked at Jing Hanzhang eagerly, and signaled him to "hand".

Jing Hanzhang had no choice but to hand over his hand to Yan Xingyu and let him hold it with both hands.

Yan Xingyu was really earnestly rubbing his imperial spirit. His hands were smaller than Jing Hanzhang's, with five slender fingers. One was holding Jing Hanzhang's thumb, the other was holding the little finger and ring finger, rubbing back and forth.

Jing Hanzhang was frightened by Yan Xingyu sitting on his lap just now, and it seemed that there was nothing unacceptable about being touched.

He looked at Yan Xingyu indifferently and couldn't stop touching his hand, thinking that even if a thunderstorm strikes now, he wouldn't make a fuss about it.

In the next moment, Yan Xingyu probably found the location, grasped Jing Hanzhang's fingers with both hands, sat down in front of the table, and then buried his face in Jing Hanzhang's wide palm under Jing Hanzhang's dumbfounded gaze - like It was the appearance of the cat finally finding a comfortable position and lying down comfortably.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and a tingling sensation spread from his palm to his whole body, making him unable to move.

Yan Xingyu pressed his face against Jing Hanzhang's palm, and said vaguely, "His Highness's hands are so hot."

Jing Hanzhang struggled to hold on without collapsing, his face was expressionless: "It's hot, can you just bury it in your palm when it's hot?"

Yan Xingyu crooked his face again, looked at Jing Hanzhang in this posture, and said doubtfully, "This is how you can win the emperor's spirit."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Clap, rub, rub a ghost!

Jing Hanzhang couldn't bear it anymore, struggled to take his hand back, and pretended to be calm: "Let's get down to business."

Yan Xingyu lost his hands and was a little disappointed: "Okay."

Jing Hanzhang pretended to be calm, and really started to talk about business.

"Father has been working hard for many years, and his health is not as good as before. If there is no accident, he will become a reserve in the past few years."

Yan Xingyu let out an "ah" and asked doubtfully, "Is it the second prince?"

Jing Hanzhang nodded.

Yan Xingyu frowned slightly, and said: "Your Highness, what I said before still counts. If King Rui has the heart, I can..."

"Don't say that." Jing Hanzhang didn't interrupt him as quickly as before this time, but his voice was extremely gentle.

Yan Xingyu didn't understand why.

Jing Hanzhang sighed: "You are always hanging out with me, the second prince may regard you as my elder brother's person, if the second prince ascends the throne, the whole Xiangfu including you, I am afraid life will not be easy."

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "I don't care about this, anyway, I may not live long enough for him to ascend the throne."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang glared at him, then reached out and knocked on the table: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yan Xingyu immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth, not daring to say such things indiscriminately.

Jing Hanzhang saw that his little face was pale, as if he remembered something, he frowned and said, "Have you had breakfast?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head, the medicine should be taken before meals or after meals, he came to see Jing Hanzhang in a hurry, only drank the medicine and quickly entered the palace.

Seeing that this was indeed the case, Jing Hanzhang summoned the palace servants and asked them to serve up the medicinal food cooked in the small kitchen of the seventh emperor's uterus.

"Take the medicinal food first." Jing Hanzhang served him a bowl of soup, and said, "I asked Yuxi specifically before, these medicines are useful for your illness, come here."

Yan Xingyu curled his lips into a smile, took it and drank it in small sips.

Jing Hanzhang: "By the way, what did you say just now?"

Yan Xingyu reminded him: "...I don't care about this."

"Oh." Jing Hanzhang continued, "Even if you don't care about this, what about the Xiangfu? And your stupid brother?"

Yan Xingyu tilted his head and said in doubt: "I have a good time with Your Highness, it doesn't mean that the Prime Minister supports His Highness. If the second prince gets angry with Prime Minister Yan because of this kind of thing, then he probably won't be the emperor for long."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him strangely: "You are really not afraid."

Yan Xingyu was not afraid, he was picking up the mushrooms in the soup with his chopsticks, and seemed to be planning to throw them away secretly.

Jing Hanzhang straightened his sleeves slowly and said, "Eat."

Yan Xingyu's hand holding the chopsticks froze, so he ate reluctantly.

After Yan Xingyu finished drinking a bowl of soup, Jing Hanzhang crossed his legs and continued: "Things like the throne are meant to be won. My elder brother has both morality and ability, much better than that pious second prince."

This sentence almost meant that King Rui was going to fight for the throne, Yan Xingyu was stuffed with a bowl of soup by him, and he was eating with a frown, when he heard the words, he casually responded: "Well, Your Highness should."

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Jing Hanzhang almost laughed, but he said helplessly, "Don't you ask me why I said that?"

Yan Xingyu had no choice but to ask: "Why does Your Highness say that?"

Jing Hanzhang looked at him quietly, and said softly: "I want to help my eldest brother win the throne."

He originally thought that Yan Xingyu would be surprised when he said these words, but Yan Xingyu just nodded without changing his face - even when he saw the mushroom in the soup, Yan Xingyu's reaction was greater than now.

Yan Xingyu took a sip and said casually, "Do you want me to help Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang glared at him: "I don't want your help. I just want to tell you, you must never get involved in this kind of thing, just obediently eat your food and recite your Buddha, remember?"

Yan Xingyu was a little embarrassed: "But what if something happens to His Highness?"

"Don't worry if something goes wrong." Jing Hanzhang said with a frown, "My elder brother and the second prince are not the only two forces in the capital city, but there is another party who is secretly stirring up trouble. Although it is not yet known whether it is an enemy or a friend, what is certain is that , that person is definitely not a good person."

Yan Xingyu was holding the soup bowl, his eyes were wide open, and he said nervously, "Isn't Your Highness more dangerous?"

Jing Hanzhang was so angry that he pinched Yan Xingyu's face and pulled it, gnashing his teeth and said: "I told you this to let you know that the current capital city is a muddy water that eats people, and whoever comes will sink into it." You can't shed a layer of skin, so don't make do with it, understand?"

Yan Xingyu said vaguely, "I understand, I understand."

In fact, the current situation in the capital city is not as dire as Jing Hanzhang said, he just wanted to scare Yan Xingyu and save him from messing around with him for himself.

Yan Xingyu continued to drink the soup, and asked casually, "Who is the person on the other side?"

When Jing Hanzhang saw that he was still asking, he slapped the table angrily, and Yan Xingyu immediately buried his face in the bowl and stopped talking.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was almost laughed angrily by him, he said angrily: "It's the sting guard left behind by the king regent, its skills are much better than the current sting guard, one person can stop hundreds of people."

Yan Xingyu raised his head secretly, and said in a low voice: "But I heard that Feng Chenzhou arrested that... the person who stole the Xuanyu Token?"

"What's the use of arresting it?" Jing Hanzhang snorted, "The man killed himself as soon as he arrived at the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and the Xuanyu Token was also broken. No one can tell whether the Xuanyu Token is true or not."

Yan Xingyu was thoughtful.

Jing Hanzhang knocked on the table again: "You don't really want to meddle, do you?"

"No." Yan Xingyu shook his head.

He took a sip of the soup, and finally bravely suggested in a low voice: "Your Highness, I don't like mushrooms, can you leave them alone next time?"

Jing Hanzhang snorted, "Is there a next time?"

Yan Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that this was the imperial palace, not a place he could come and go at will, and immediately lowered his eyes in frustration, a little sad.

Jing Hanzhang was teasing him at first, but when he saw that he seemed a little sad, he explained with some helplessness: "I mean... I mean, there will be a next time! Also, next time I will definitely not let mushrooms be placed in the small kitchen. ?"

Only then did Yan Xingyu become happy.

Jing Hanzhang let out a sigh of relief, coughed dryly and said, "After the new year, I will probably be able to leave the palace and build a mansion, so you can come to my mansion when the time comes."

Yan Xingyu's eyes lit up: "Okay, okay!"

There are still many inconveniences in the palace.

There is no need to go to class today, but Jing Hanzhang has to keep an eye on the news of the emperor's bedroom. At noon, he went to the bedroom in a hurry and didn't come back for a long time.

It was rare to be alone with Jing Hanzhang, Yan Xingyu didn't want to go back to the prime minister's mansion so early, when Jing Hanzhang left, he used Jing Hanzhang's table case to silently write Buddhist scriptures.

When Jing Hanzhang came back in the afternoon, he had already finished copying the Buddhist scriptures.

Jing Hanzhang frowned, seeing Yan Xingyu obediently sitting in his usual place copying books, somehow his depression dissipated instantly.

He took a deep breath, walked over, and said, "Have you had lunch yet?"

Yan Xingyu nodded, folded the Buddhist scriptures and handed them to Aman, and rubbed his sore wrist.

Seeing that Yan Xingyu seemed a little sleepy, Jing Hanzhang stepped forward and touched his forehead, and was relieved to find that he didn't have a fever.

"Go and rest."

Yan Xingyu shook his head, resting in the Seventh Prince's Hall, he would definitely be sent to the side hall to sleep.

Jing Hanzhang probably noticed it, and added awkwardly: "...I am, sleeping on your highness' bed."

When Yan Xingyu heard this, he nodded immediately.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Yan Xingyu was still there asking: "Does Your Highness want to take a nap together?"

Jing Hanzhang gritted his teeth and paused every word: "You, what do you mean?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu had no choice but to withdraw all expectations, and was pushed into the inner room of the dormitory by Jing Hanzhang, and reluctantly climbed up the cave to take a nap.

The entire couch was filled with Jing Hanzhang's breath, which gave Yan Xingyu a sense of security. Even without Jing Hanzhang by his side, he would feel drowsy.

In a daze, a piece of the bedding around him seemed to be sunken.

Yan Xingyu looked back suspiciously, only to find that Jing Hanzhang had collapsed at some point and was lying on the edge of the bed with his back facing him, curled up aggrievedly, and could turn over directly with a slight movement.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

On his couch, why did he wrong himself so much?