dhibooks Chapter 6 Coincidence
Chapter 6 Coincidence
Jing Hanzhang lost his temper like never before, and all the palace servants in the bedroom were so frightened that they fell on the ground tremblingly, fearing that they would be slashed by the sword of the enraged Seventh Prince.
Jiang Fenghua remained silent, and boldly said, "Your Highness, you..."
Jing Hanzhang's pupils almost shrank to a point, and said coldly: "Prepare the horse."
Jiang Fenghua was taken aback: "But I'm going to the South Study Room in a quarter of an hour..."
Jing Hanzhang glanced at him Senhan, which made Jiang Fenghua tremble, and quickly said, "Yes."
Jing Hanzhang was very courageous, even in the palace, he would gallop his horse recklessly, and the patrolling guards didn't dare to stop him, so they could only watch him drive the horse out of the palace.
After a while, he came to Xiangfu alone.
Yan Ji had already gone to court, Uncle Zhao recognized the Seventh Prince, and hurriedly came to salute in fright.
Jing Hanzhang didn't even look at the others, and rushed to Yan Xingyu's residence along the road yesterday with a murderous look all over his body.
It was snowing heavily yesterday, and Yan Xing Yumingli was extremely unfavored, and the servants are used to seeing their master's face. When sweeping the snow, they just swept a few times randomly, and they didn't even sweep out the road.
With a sullen face, Jing Hanzhang stepped on the snow step by step to the courtyard, and angrily kicked open the dilapidated door.
A few days ago, Yan Weiming kicked down the door once, and now it has been poisoned again.
With a knife pinned to his waist, Jing Hanzhang rushed into the room with a full face of hostility.
"Yan Xingyu!"
As soon as he entered, he was overwhelmed by the smell of medicine that filled the room.
Aman ran out with a face full of panic, and was suddenly taken aback when he saw him.
When Jing Hanzhang saw Aman, his face turned green.
Last night, it was this bastard child who pressed himself on the couch with his body weak, and poured spoonful after spoonful of the medicine that was so bitter that it would make people go to heaven.
Jing Hanzhang finally found an outlet to vent his anger accumulated all morning, and was about to burst out: "You!"
The next moment, there was a heart-piercing coughing sound from inside, it sounded like it could cough out the entire lung.
Jing Hanzhang choked for a moment, feeling unable to vent and swallow his anger, it was really uncomfortable.
Aman shivered and knelt down and bowed. He looked like a child who didn't know much about the world. He was not at all as terrible as Yanyan taking someone's life last night and forcefully pouring medicine on his master.
Jing Hanzhang's face was like sinking water, he opened the bead curtain and strode towards the inner room.
Yan Xingyu was half leaning on the couch, his blue hair was all over the pillow, and one lock was hanging on his cheek. His face was full of sickness, and he was holding his heart and coughing loudly at this moment, his eye circles were red, he looked really pitiful.
Jing Hanzhang sneered in his heart.
Before, he was deceived by Yan Xingyu's harmless appearance, thinking that this person was a weak and pure deer, but after what happened yesterday, he couldn't believe it anymore.
Damn fawn!
Whose deer would wear a hidden weapon while sleeping? !
He wasn't afraid of accidentally touching a hidden weapon, did he even kill himself?
Jing Hanzhang's face was indifferent, and he quickly stepped forward and slapped the bedpost with his palm.
Yesterday he touched it a little, and a sword full of cold light fell down.
Jing Hanzhang waited for the sword to fall, and he had enough reasons to prove that what he had last night was not a big dream, and then he became angry openly.
Jing Hanzhang waited silently.
After a while, nothing happened.
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Yan Xingyu had already coughed once, and now he was looking up at him blankly.
Jing Hanzhang thumped the bedpost twice again in disbelief, almost tore off the bed curtain, but nothing fell off.
Yan Xingyu stabilized his breathing, his voice was a little hoarse, he bowed and said with difficulty: "I have seen His Royal Highness, please forgive Xing Yu, no, cough... it is inconvenient to stay here and salute..."
Before he finished speaking, Jing Hanzhang bent down and clasped his right hand.
Yan Xingyu froze all over.
Jing Hanzhang was afraid of touching the mechanism on Yan Xingyu's right hand, so he could only carefully interlock Yan Xingyu's fingers with his five fingers.
He originally wanted to restrain Yan Xingyu so that he wouldn't hurt himself with an arrow, but in the eyes of others, this move was so ambiguous that it could almost warm a few inches of snow in the courtyard.
Uncle Zhao sucked in a breath of cold air silently.
Aman suddenly bared his teeth viciously, like a beast whose territory had been offended, and was about to pounce on him, when Yan Xingyu gently raised his empty hand.
Aman immediately stopped moving.
Jing Hanzhang restrained Yan Xingyu, and gently tore off the sleeve of Yan Xingyu's wrist with a cold face, revealing a small section of white wrist.
Jing Hanzhang: "???"
He... Where is his crossbow arrow? !
Jing Hanzhang didn't believe in evil, and directly rolled up the sleeve of Yan Xingyu's right hand to his wrist, looked over and over, his eyes almost drifted into Yan Xingyu's snow-white skirt, but he didn't find a trace.
Yan Xingyu was so tormented that his breathing was weak, and he wanted to take his hand back, but Jing Hanzhang clasped his five fingers tightly, and his fingers were flushed.
He breathed hard, almost pleading: "Your Highness..."
Jing Hanzhang looked straight at him, and said in a deep voice, "Where's your hidden weapon?"
The confusion on Yan Xingyu's face did not seem to be fake at all: "What did you say?"
Jing Hanzhang was never one to deal with others, so he went straight to the point and said, "I saw everything last night, crossbow arrows and long swords."
Yan Xingyu was still puzzled, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.
Jing Hanzhang laughed angrily, he raised his hand and rubbed the fingertips of Yan Xingyu's right hand, and as expected, he touched the imperceptible thin callus.
"Very good." Jing Hanzhang seemed to have found other evidence, and said coldly: "Let's not talk about hidden weapons, explain to my highness why you, the pampered prime minister, have so many calluses on your hands? "
Either holding a sword or a bow, anyway, this person must be a hidden practitioner.
Yan Xingyu was still running a fever, and his pupils seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist. He said in a low voice, "I have been recuperating in Hanruo Temple for many years. If a monk gets sick, Xingyu will do rough work for them. A cocoon was born."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect to come up with such an answer.
He was silent for a long time, and then he couldn't say a word: "Are you going to recuperate, or to suffer?"
Besides, he is a paralyzed man, what rough work can he do?
Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes and remained silent, looking extremely sad, with a hint of secret humiliation.
——like a shameful thing that has been painstakingly hidden for a long time, but was forced to speak out in public, with embarrassment on his face.
Uncle Zhao was so distressed that tears almost fell down when he listened.
Jing Hanzhang sneered in his heart, he didn't believe these words at all, and originally planned to continue questioning, but seeing Yan Xingyu's pitiful appearance, for some reason, he couldn't ask any more questions.
It was only at this time that he realized that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing the sick and weak prime minister on the couch, and interlocking his fingers forcibly.
And Yan Xingyu's thin body was trembling slightly, his clothes were messy, his eyes were flushed with grievance, the two of them overlapped each other, Jing Hanzhang's half-up hair fell down because of the movement of leaning over, intertwined with Yan Xingyu's black hair, it was difficult Difficult solution.
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang immediately threw away his hand, and got up quickly as if he had touched a burning coal.
His ears were a little red, and he hurriedly said: "You'd better not lie to me, otherwise, my Highness will definitely...will not let you go."
After finishing speaking, he hummed heavily, turned and left.
He came aggressively, but left almost embarrassed.
Yan Xingyu pulled the much larger robe to his shoulders, comforted Uncle Zhao who couldn't stop crying, watched Aman close the door, and then restrained his breathless and weak face, and leaned wearily against the On a soft pillow.
Aman squatted beside the bed to tease the cat that refused to come out under the bed, curled his lips, and said: "Everyone in the capital said that the seventh prince is a lunatic, and now it seems that it is true. Young master, you said that he came here with a murderous look, why did he come here?" what for?"
Yan Xingyu's whole body was tense, he was too insecure, he would tremble unconsciously without a hidden weapon on his body.
Aman picked up the small crossbow under the bed, and Yan Xingyu took it and tied it to his arm, only then did he restrain the trembling of his body.
He took a light breath and said lightly: "Don't worry about him."
Aman listened to Yan Xingyu's words very much, and continued to tease the cat with an "oh".
After snowing for two consecutive days, Yan Xingyu's health improved a lot, and the abnormal phenomenon of soul swapping did not appear again.
After the sky cleared, Yan Xingyu almost wrapped himself into a ball, and drove to the National Teacher's Mansion in a chariot.
The national teacher has great powers, and he wanted to ask himself why he exchanged souls with Jing Hanzhang a few days ago.
The chariot arrived at the National Teacher's Mansion smoothly. Yan Xingyu got off the carriage and was pushed in by Aman.
The status of the national teacher is noble, and the national teacher's mansion is a place bestowed by the emperor, and the location is very good.
Today's sage values the national teacher very much, and even sent the Shocking Insect Guards in the palace to protect the national teacher. As soon as Yan Xingyu entered, he sensed the aura hidden around the national teacher's mansion.
He just pretended not to know, and coughed weakly all the way to the inner courtyard of the National Teacher's Mansion.
After arriving in the inner courtyard, the hidden aura completely dissipated. It seemed that even the Holy One did not dare to spy on the private behavior of the national teacher at will, probably because he was afraid of offending the gods and Buddhas.
The national teacher was doing divination in the courtyard, and when he saw him coming, he curled his lips into a smile.
The national teacher's name is Lianchen, he looks extremely young, and he is dressed in a white monk robe as clean as a lotus.
The inner courtyard was full of snow, as if it hadn't been swept by anyone. The pure white clothes fell on the snow, as if his whole body was made of ice and snow.
The newly made wheelchair was extremely difficult to walk on the snow, but Aman pushed the wheelchair as if walking on the ground effortlessly, rolling out deep marks on the snow on the ground.
Yan Xingyu stepped forward, nodded slightly, and said, "Brother."
The national teacher had gentle eyes and said with a smile: "Xiao Yu'er, today I drew lots for you and made a divination."
Yan Xingyu sighed silently, and said, "Senior brother draw lots for me, so can we be sure?"
"Sure." The national teacher waved a stick at him, "It's a bad omen."
Yan Xingyu: "..."
National teacher Lianchen entered Beijing five years ago, and the two haven't seen each other for many years, but they are still familiar with each other.
Yan Xingyu was almost brought up by the national teacher, compared to Yan Ji, he and Lian Chen were actually closer.
The national teacher put the lottery back, tea was already brewed on the stone table beside him, he lifted the wide sleeves of his monk's robe, picked up three jade cups and put them on the table one by one.
Yan Xingyu frowned: "Brother, are there any distinguished guests coming?"
The national teacher sighed softly, but said softly: "Xing Yu, you shouldn't have come here today."
Yan Xingyu was startled, and said, "Why?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an unfamiliar aura behind him. Yan Xingyu thought it was the Emperor's Shocking Insect Guard, and turned his head indifferently, his vision was blurred by a touch of red.
Jing Hanzhang, who was dressed in red, did not know when he came, and pushed Aman behind the wheelchair away with his palm, and stood behind Yan Xingyu with a half-smile.
Yan Xingyu: "..."
Jing Hanzhang leaned down slightly, and raised his hand to support the armrest of the wheelchair. This movement seemed to hug Yan Xingyu from behind, making him stiff all over.
He leaned close to Yan Xingyu's ear and said with a low smile, "Because I'm here today."
The deep voice made Yan Xingyu almost soften half of his body.
Jing Hanzhang asked again: "And you?"
Yan Xingyu was in a bad mood, so he heard Jing Hanzhang use a light tone, as if he was teasing a little beast in danger, and said lightly: "My Highness came to ask about the soul exchange of the national teacher today, and you... "
"Yan Xingyu," he laughed and asked intentionally, "Isn't it because of this? Huh?"
Yan Xingyu: "..."