Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 58 Grounded son, I have taken medicine.

Yan Xingyu called him: "Your Highness."

Your Highness pretended to be dead.

Yan Xingyu was afraid that he would fall, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed Jing Hanzhang's girdle, and pulled hard. Jing Hanzhang, who was pretending to be dead, was caught off guard and turned over by him, looking at him in amazement.

Yan Xingyu said: "Your Highness, don't fall."

Jing Hanzhang was furious: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xingyu came over and unceremoniously stuck to Jing Hanzhang's arms, holding his lapel with both hands to prevent him from leaving.

Jing Hanzhang's heart began to beat wildly, and he said with difficulty: "You, you, what are you doing?"

Yan Xingyu closed his eyes, untied the crossbow in his hand and threw it under the bed, and said truthfully, "Rubbing the emperor's spirit."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang almost accepted his fate, and closed his eyes, his heart beating wildly.

He is not as self-deceiving as before, and now he has begun to understand - he has broken his sleeve.

When he began to look forward to and reject Yan Xingyu's intimate contact with him, he was already tempted, but he was too awkward to admit it.

After he said, "I don't like Xingyu" yesterday, Jing Hanzhang has been thinking about this question.

King Rui didn't mention his name, so why was Yan Xingyu his first reaction?

Jing Hanzhang didn't sleep all night, and the emperor was seriously ill, which made him exhausted physically and mentally. Then King Rui told him that the second prince would probably be appointed as the crown prince in the next few years.

When Jing Hanzhang made up his mind to help his elder brother seize the throne, the first reaction of the mighty Seventh Prince who never cared about him was...

"If I fail, what will Yan Xingyu do?"

After this thought suddenly hit his mind, Jing Hanzhang seemed to see the blue sky through the clouds and mists, and completely recognized his true heart.

After knowing that he likes Yan Xingyu, Jing Hanzhang recalled his previous attitude of shyly rejecting Yan Xingyu, and suddenly felt that he was stupid and naive.

But even so, when Jing Hanzhang who saw his heart clearly faced Yan Xingyu again, he still unconsciously wanted to escape.

Jing Hanzhang and King Rui won the throne together, and I don't know how much chance they have.

If it fails, I am afraid that the body will be decapitated and turned into a lonely ghost.

Jing Hanzhang wanted to stay away from Yan Xingyu when he didn't love him so deeply, at least not to let Yan Xingyu's feelings for him deepen, so as not to cause him more pain after failing to win the throne in the future.

Jing Hanzhang originally planned this way, but when he saw Yan Xingyu, he immediately overturned the plan in his mind.

What to avoid?Avoid a ghost!

Can love be avoided?

Thinking this way, Jing Hanzhang almost felt resentful towards himself who secretly planned to stay away from Yan Xingyu.

He collapsed angrily while being shy.

But Jing Hanzhang was still awkward by nature, so he had no choice but to lie on the edge of the bed.

Then... Yan Xingyu was dragged to the center of the bed by the frank and frank Yan Xingyu, who hugged her tightly.

Jing Hanzhang opened his eyes and looked at Yan Xingyu in his arms.

Every time Yan Xingyu slept beside him, every time he woke up early in the morning, he would be dazed and clamor for a hug before he would get up.

But Jing Hanzhang asked Aman, and Aman said that his son had never stayed in bed since he was a child, and he must be extremely awake once he opened his eyes.

Only then did Jing Hanzhang know that Yan Xingyu, who was staring sleepily and dazedly, belonged to him alone.

Jing Hanzhang was inexplicably sad.

Yan Xingyu is so special to him, but this feeling is not admiration.

Jing Hanzhang stared at Yan Xingyu's defenseless sleeping face, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

——He wants Yan Xingyu to sleep like an ordinary person every day, without having to be on guard against someone killing him at any time, and without having countless nightmares covered in cold sweat. Hugs to satisfy all his lack of security.

After this thought came to mind, Jing Hanzhang thought blankly: "I'm done."

He fell on Yan Xingyu completely.

Yan Xingyu didn't know what was going on in Jing Hanzhang's mind at all. He was sleeping on a strange couch without a crossbow in his hand. He should have been flustered and didn't even dare to close his eyes, but in Jing Hanzhang's embrace, it seemed that all the backstabbing and pain were blocked outer.

There is no cold hidden weapon that he can touch with his hand, no rouge fragrance that frightens him in nightmares, no pair of slender jade fingers that want to strangle him to death, and no dark despair of waiting for a doctor after breaking his legs.

Yan Xingyu slept until night fell, only to wake up dazed.

Jing Hanzhang had been awake for a long time, but he was afraid that Yan Xingyu would not sleep well, so he didn't dare to go far, so he sat on the couch and drew patterns on jade carvings carelessly.

Hearing the movement, he lowered his eyes slightly and said casually, "Have you slept enough?"

Yan Xingyu rubbed his eyes and said vaguely, "Your Highness..."

Before he finished his request, Jing Hanzhang naturally leaned over and hugged him.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a moment, this was the first time Jing Hanzhang took the initiative to hug him.

Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, pretending to be nonchalant and said, "You're so sleepy, did you become a thief last night?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "I'm copying Buddhist scriptures for fun."

"Play?" Jing Hanzhang was shocked, unable to understand that someone would use copying books for fun.

Jing Hanzhang was in awe.

Yan Xingyu sat up and looked outside, it was dark.

"What time is Your Highness?"

"Who knows?" Jing Hanzhang finished the last stroke of the pattern regardless of the time, and asked, "Are you hungry? If you're not hungry, sleep for a while."

Yan Xingyu touched his stomach and nodded: "I'm hungry."

Jing Hanzhang laughed before going to the bed to ask for the herbal food and vegetarian food to be brought up.

Yan Xingyu's clothes were wrinkled from sleeping, so Jing Hanzhang had no choice but to bring him his own clothes.

The last time when he was at the First Prince's Mansion, Yan Xingyu also wore Jing Hanzhang's clothes, and his thin body was wearing his loose robes with his hands in his hands. At that time, Jing Hanzhang only thought it was fun.

Now Jing Hanzhang saw Yan Xingyu sleeping in his own bedroom, sleeping on his own bed, and wearing his own clothes, but he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Yan Xingyu was sitting in a wheelchair with a loose robe, and was pushed by Jing Hanzhang to the outer room for dinner.

There were still mushrooms in the medicinal diet, Yan Xingyu frowned, Jing Hanzhang saw this and said: "If you don't eat it, I will give it to Your Highness."

Yan Xingyu nodded quickly when he heard the words: "Thank you Your Highness, Your Highness is very kind."

After he finished speaking, he regretted it, stretched out his hand to touch his body for a long time before realizing that he was wearing Jing Hanzhang's clothes, he hurriedly said: "Your Highness, I didn't bring gold today."

Jing Hanzhang couldn't help laughing: "In the future, you can say whatever you want, and you don't need to give me gold."

Yan Xingyu opened his eyes wide: "Really?"

Jing Hanzhang: "One word from a gentleman."

Yan Xingyu's eyes were full of joy that he didn't know how to express. After thinking for a long time, he said very seriously: "I really like Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang almost poked his chopsticks into his nose, his face was blushing, he lowered his head and whispered: "I know, I know, don't say it."

Yan Xingyu said something like "I like it so much" and "Your Highness is so kind" and so on, which made Jing Hanzhang want to get under the table, and then he began to eat contentedly.

Jing Hanzhang lowered his head secretly cheering himself up.

"Damn, he's too good at it."

"I can't lose, I have to say something."

"Tell me something more...bigger? Make him blush too?"

Otherwise, Jing Hanzhang would always be teased, and he would be too passive.

Thinking about it, Jing Hanzhang pretended to be indifferent, raised his chest and raised his head. He said silently many times in his heart, and then said lightly: "You like me so much? How much do you like me? You can show me how much you like it."

Yan Xingyu said without thinking: "I want to give all my gold to His Highness's favor."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang seemed to be shot by an arrow again, and leaned on the back of the chair with his face flushed and clutching his chest, it seemed that he was trying to digest for a while.

After Yan Xingyu finished his meal, Jing Hanzhang recovered from the violent blow. He secretly scolded himself for being worthless, thinking: "Next time I will definitely not be easily defeated again!"

It was too late, Jing Hanzhang didn't keep him for too long, he personally sent Yan Xingyu out of the palace, watched him get into the Xiangfu's carriage, and then went back.

In the carriage of the prime minister's mansion, Aman sat on the ground, watching Yan Xingyu casually counting gold.

Aman whispered: "My lord, are you unhappy?"

Yan Xingyu: "No, why do you ask that?"

Aman: "Then why do you count gold?"

"Oh, this."

Yan Xingyu put three gold pieces on the small case and divided them into two parts, one for one and one for two.

"Yan Chongshen is a member of King Rui." He said, and put one on the two golds.

"Yan Chenxi... Eldest brother is only loyal to the emperor, so he should have nothing to do with the second prince."

Yan Xingyu took out another piece of gold and tossed it casually, and said calmly: "You said Feng Chenzhou, which side would you choose?"

Aman didn't dare to talk too much: "I heard that His Highness the Seventh Prince has been embarrassing Feng Chenzhou these days. I'm afraid he won't choose King Rui."

Yan Xingyu tilted his head and thought for a long time, then sneered, and put the gold in his hand into the pile of gold that symbolized King Rui.

Aman was taken aback: "Master? Feng Chenzhou... is a wolf that is difficult to tame, he..."

"He's very funny." Yan Xingyu's eyes curved, "The harder it is to tame, the more necessary it is to be tamed."

Aman frowned.

"The rest..." Yan Xingyu grabbed a handful of gold and casually threw it into the empty space beside the table.

"National teacher, Yan Ji, Yan Xiuzhi, Lin Taifu..."

Every time he said a name, he threw a gold piece on the table, until there was only one left in the palm of his hand, he laughed, threw it casually, and said the last name.

"Anping."

***

Two quarters of an hour later, the carriage stopped slowly at the Prime Minister's Mansion. As soon as Yan Xingyu got out of the carriage, Uncle Zhao hurried over and said, "Young master, the master asked you to come back and go to the study."

Yan Xingyu nodded obediently: "Okay, I see, thank you Uncle Zhao."

Uncle Zhao's head was covered with sweat: "Master looks bad, I wonder if something bad happened?"

Yan Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, reached out and patted Uncle Zhao's hand, comforting him: "It's okay, don't worry, I'll go right away."

Uncle Zhao nodded.

Aman pushed Yan Xingyu to the Xiangfu's study room, Yan Ji was reading under the lamp when he heard the voice and looked up at him.

Yan Xingyu let Aman go down, nodded slightly, and said respectfully: "Father."

Yan Ji closed the book in his hand, and said slowly: "After tomorrow, you don't have to go to the South Study Room to study. If you want to study, I will send you to Taixue in a few years."

Yan Xingyu smiled, and said the words of refusal gently and softly: "Forgive Xingyu, it's hard to obey."

Yan Ji wasn't angry either, and his tone was still calm: "I'm just telling you about this, without your consent."

Yan Xingyu was more indifferent than him: "Father, you should know that I have almost read the books I should read. Even if my husband didn't teach me, I would..."

Yan Ji interrupted him: "Then what are you doing in the South Study?"

Yan Xingyu pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly: "Didn't father already know, why do you still ask why you know?"

"Nonsense!" Yan Ji, who had always been indifferent, finally became angry. He threw the book in his hand at Yan Xingyu and said angrily, "You remember your identity! Who is Jing Hanzhang?!"

Yan Xingyu lightly stretched out his hand to take the book that was thrown at him. He was almost hit, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he straightened the book and read the words on it.

""San Ming Tong Hui"? Why does my father read this kind of book?"

"Don't bother talking about him." Yan Ji said in a deep voice, "You clearly know that Jing Hanzhang and you are not the same way."

Yan Xingyu's hand holding the book suddenly stopped, and after a long silence, he said softly: "Didn't the road come out of people?"

***

Jing Hanzhang woke up early today, first went to visit the emperor, found that he was awake, and then went to the South Study Room for morning class.

This was the first time His Royal Highness arrived so early, even Taifu Lin was a little surprised.

Jing Hanzhang was in a good mood, propping his chin while waiting for Yan Xingyu to come, while he was bored listening to Mrs. Lin's lecture.

I just waited and waited, the morning class was almost over, and Yan Xingyu hadn't come yet.

Jing Hanzhang was a little panicked now, he had clearly agreed yesterday that he would come to the morning class together, Yan Xingyu would not stop coming without a few words for no reason.

After the morning class, Jing Hanzhang galloped out of the palace.

He was under confinement, but now that the emperor is sick, no one cares about him, allowing him to leave the palace smoothly.

It's just that when he arrived at the prime minister's mansion, he was blocked.

Uncle Zhao said earnestly: "Your Highness, my young master... really suffers from a serious illness and cannot see others! You..."

Jing Hanzhang was rushing inward, but when he heard this, he rushed even harder. Uncle Zhao couldn't stop him, so he could only chase after him and shout: "Your Highness! Your Highness, don't go!"

His Highness didn't listen at all, and was stunned by Uncle Zhao's nagging all the way to the side courtyard.

He was about to kick the door in, when two men in black appeared beside the door like ghosts, and stopped Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback for a moment, and found that both of them had the marks of the Shocking Guards on them, he frowned and said, "What do you mean? Where do you have the guts to stop His Highness?!"

The Jingzhe Guard covered his face so he couldn't see his face clearly, he said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, forgive me, the Prime Minister has ordered, Your Highness is not allowed to go in."

Jing Hanzhang widened his eyes in surprise, he had never heard of someone ordering him not to go in.

Yan Ji is really courageous.

"Are you sure you won't let me in?!"

Shocking Insect Guard: "Yes, only you."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Just hearing this, Jing Hanzhang probably knew that Yan Xingyu didn't have any serious illnesses, and the prime minister probably caused this trouble because he didn't want the two of them to meet.

Why are the two not allowed to meet alone?

Jing Hanzhang probably figured it out after a little thought.

Yan Ji is such a smart person, he probably already noticed the clues of the two of them, it was just that his sentence "I don't like ladies" at the palace banquet the day before yesterday caused him some kind of crisis, that's why he hurriedly grounded Yan Xingyu.

Realizing this, Jing Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Xingyu is fine.

He scanned the surroundings, and found that not only the two Jingzhe guards, but also dozens of Jingzhe guards were hidden in such a small dilapidated house, protecting the entire courtyard so that there was no leakage.

Jing Hanzhang snorted, and didn't hit the stone with an egg, but glared at the two Jingzhe guards, then angrily shook his sleeves and left.

When Uncle Zhao saw Jing Hanzhang leaving, he wiped off his sweat.

Yan Xingyu spent the whole morning basking in the sun in the yard. His skin was tender and not tanned, and he fell asleep after a while. Aman squatted next to him to make a snowman, so he didn't even hear Jing Hanzhang's commotion.

During lunch, servants from Xiangfu came to deliver rice and medicine cooked with fish breath.

Yan Xingyu was forced to wake up, and was wheeled limply to his room to eat.

The servants put the bowls and plates on the table one by one, and finally took out the bowl of fried medicine - there was a palm-sized round plate next to the medicine, with a candied fruit on it.

Yan Xingyu was sick, unable to raise his spirits about anything, but when he saw the candied fruit, he was stunned for a long time.

Yu Xi knew that he didn't like candied fruit, and would not specially prepare candied fruit for him no matter how bitter the medicine was.

Yan Xingyu didn't know what to think of, suddenly raised his head, and met the face of the "servant" who had kept his head down.

Jing Hanzhang didn't know how to do it, he was wearing the coarse clothes of a servant in the Xiangfu, lowered his head, and gave him a smirk that had succeeded in his scheme.

"Young master, I'm taking medicine."

Yan Xingyu's eyes were like stars shining in the darkness, and his whole body came alive.