Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 61 When I meet again, my Highness is not surnamed Jing.

When Yan Xingyu recovered from his illness a few days later, Jing Hanzhang had already left Beijing.

After knowing the news, Yan Xingyu was drinking medicine, he paused, and tilted his head slightly to look at Aman.

Aman cautiously said: "The day before yesterday I followed Yan Chongshen to the northwest."

Yan Xingyu stayed there for a long time, then nodded, and said slowly: "Let's go."

He drank the medicine quietly, as if nothing had happened.

Aman was afraid that he would be sad, so he whispered: "My lord, are you alright?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head lightly: "What can I do, he goes... It's good to go, we won't see him if he doesn't go anyway."

Seeing him, Aman didn't seem to be sad, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "A few days ago, when the young master was asleep, His Highness brought someone to see you."

Yan Xingyu: "I know."

At that time, he still had a sliver of consciousness, but his body was too heavy to move at all.

Yan Xingyu raised his hand and gently touched the center of his eyebrows, feeling a little confused.

He asked Aman: "Does he like me?"

Aman knew who this "he" was, and hurriedly said: "Of course, I can see it."

Yan Xingyu didn't know why, but repeated without any reason: "Does he like me?"

Aman looked at Yan Xingyu suspiciously: "Master?"

It seems that since he grew up, his son has been very strange.

Fortunately, after Yan Xingyu finished speaking, he didn't expect Aman to answer, he already had the answer in his heart.

After Jing Hanzhang, the demon king of the world, left, Yan Ji stopped staring at him all the time and released his restraint.

It's just that Jing Hanzhang is not here, Yan Xingyu doesn't know where he is going at all, and it doesn't matter to him if he can't help himself.

Jing Hanzhang asked him to wait, so he obediently waited in the capital city.

In the first year, Jing Hanzhang did not come back.

During the New Year's Eve, Yan Xingyu took out another poison and a pill and shook them in the candied fruit box just like last year. Without Gu Aman's stop, he squeezed one and swallowed it.

This time, as in previous years, it was pills.

Yan Xingyu's luck was terribly good.

Every time Aman was scared out of his wits by him, he went to call Yu Xi over in horror, but Yu Xi seemed to be used to it, and he didn't discourage or worry, he just said something.

"He can't die."

Yan Xingyu, who heard this sentence, was reading Buddhist scriptures on the bed, and chuckled when he heard this, as if he was amused by something.

"Fate is such a thing." Yan Xingyu said gently to Aman, "It's really destined."

His fate is destined that he will not die under this small poison.

Aman looked at him blankly, and for the first time felt fearful of those nagging fates.

In the second year, Jing Hanzhang still did not come back, and Yan Xingyu still chose pills.

Aman couldn't believe it, suspected that the two were pills, and after watching Yan Xingyu swallow them in horror, he kept the remaining one.

When cleaning up the "worm" one time, Aman was lucky enough to force-feed that bug to someone.

After a while, the throat was sealed with blood.

Aman was so scared that he almost screamed.

Yan Xingyu was still copying his Buddhist scriptures over and over again, as if Jing Hanzhang's departure hadn't affected him at all.

It's just that sometimes Aman would notice that Yan Xingyu, who didn't seem to care about Jing Hanzhang's stay, sometimes got tired of copying, and would look at the wall of the side courtyard from time to time.

Every time Jing Hanzhang came to look for him secretly in the middle of the night, he always climbed over the wall.

Aman suddenly felt sorry for Yan Xingyu.

Day after day, Yan Xingyu became more and more silent, and his body became weaker and weaker.

After the Flower Festival, Yan Xingyu was copying scriptures by the desk as usual, when a carrier pigeon flew from the sky and landed on the table.

Yan Xingyu unfolded the letter, and his eyes fell on the words above, but he didn't react for a long time.

"Seven, return in three days"

Yan Xingyu stared at the letter for a long time, then suddenly stood up and said, "Aman!"

Aman hurried in: "Master?"

In the past two years, Yan Xingyu's appearance has opened up a lot, the obvious childishness on his face has disappeared, and his face is even more attractive, because he has kept his law and order for two years, and the emperor no longer cares about him. "Healed", no longer huddled in a wheelchair all day for fear of being discovered by others.

Yan Xingyu's hair was loose, he raised his hand and unconsciously closed it, and murmured: "I want to go out."

Aman: "Where are you going, son?"

Yan Xingyu was looking at the mirror and whispered, "His Royal Highness is coming back."

Aman was taken aback: "Ah, but the frontier army returns to Beijing to report on their duties, isn't it usually years ago?"

Yan Xingyu's heart disease has become more frequent in the past two years, his face is sickly, without any color, he didn't hear Aman's words, and he was still thinking about how to punish himself.

Jing Hanzhang returned to Beijing in three days, but Yan Xingyu, who had been waiting quietly for two years, couldn't even wait for these three days.

If he wasn't afraid of making too much publicity, he would have gone straight out of the city to pick up Jing Hanzhang on the way.

Yan Xingyu almost counted the time and waited for three days.

On the second night after he received the news, Yan Xingyu drank medicine and lay down on the couch to recite Buddhist scriptures. He always suffered from heart problems from time to time, and Buddhist scriptures were the only way he used to meditate.

He read for a while, until the candle was about to burn out, then he raised his hand and put the Buddhist scriptures aside.

The window was blown open a gap by the wind, and a gust of warm wind blew into the inner room.

Yan Xingyu thought: "Spring is here."

Yan Xingyu's body could not be blown by the wind for too long, so he got up and lay down on the bed with bare feet, and walked to the window. When he was about to close the window, a resistance suddenly came from the outer window, forcing the window to open.

Yan Xingyu was taken aback, and instinctively wanted to touch the crossbow on his cuff.

But when the window opened, a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in front of him unexpectedly.

Jing Hanzhang, who was full of travel and dust, with a knife on his waist, was standing outside the window panting and smiling at him.

Yan Xingyu couldn't react for a while, tilted his head to look at him for a long time, and then asked tentatively, "Your Highness?"

The Northwest army was going to return to Beijing in three days, but Jing Hanzhang couldn't wait at all, so he rushed back to Beijing without stopping overnight.

His appearance is more flamboyant than two years ago. The previous arrogant arrogance seemed to be sharpened by the wind and sand in the northwest. His aura was deep and cold, but when he smiled at Yan Xingyu, he could vaguely see the awkward blushing two years ago shadow.

Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows at him, and his voice changed into a low voice: "Master, it's so late, why don't you invite me in for a sit down?"

Yan Xingyu was still in a daze, feeling as if he was in a dream: "Ah, come in, Your Highness."

He pointed to the door, but Jing Hanzhang couldn't wait any longer, he put his hands on the window lattice, and turned in neatly.

Yan Xingyu was caught off guard and was forced to take half a step back, stepping on the cold ground, only then did he realize how uncomfortable it was.

Jing Hanzhang was about to talk to him, when Yan Xingyu was so cold that he began to step on his left foot, he couldn't help but laugh.

He stepped forward, picked up Yan Xingyu, walked towards the bed, and said with a smile, "Isn't it cold?"

Yan Xingyu was in a daze, he was hugged and placed on the soft couch, he couldn't turn his mind anymore, he just followed Jing Hanzhang's words blankly.

"It's a bit cold."

Jing Hanzhang pressed him on the soft pillow, looked at Yan Xingyu's face, and said, "You've lost weight."

In the past two years, although Yan Xingyu has grown a lot taller, his figure is still slender, and Jing Hanzhang feels that he doesn't weigh much when holding him.

Jing Hanzhang stretched out his hand to pinch his face, and said, "Didn't you eat well?"

"Eat." Yan Xingyu was a little hurt from being pinched, but his consciousness was a little dizzy, so he still couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"I heard that my mansion has been built." Jing Hanzhang said very familiarly, "I will invite a bunch of cooks to cook for you at that time, okay?"

Yan Xingyu nodded.

The two haven't seen each other for two years, but Jing Hanzhang seems to have just been away for two days, and he is not at all unfamiliar.

As if he had never left, he talked about ordinary and trivial things sentence by sentence, which made Yan Xingyu drowsy, and his eyelids were fighting for a while.

Seeing that he was very sleepy, Jing Hanzhang said softly, "Go to sleep."

Yan Xingyu murmured, "Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang: "Huh?"

Yan Xingyu reached out and touched the center of his eyebrows, his voice became softer and softer: "You...you kiss me again."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Even after two years of honing in the Northwest, Jing Hanzhang still couldn't resist Yan Xingyu's straightforwardness, let alone asking for a kiss directly.

Jing Hanzhang said fiercely while blushing: "I'm so sleepy, I still think about these things, go to sleep."

Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes in disappointment, he couldn't hold on any longer, and let his consciousness be dragged into the pitch-black quagmire.

At the end of the deep sinking, Yan Xingyu felt something on his lips in a trance, it was warm and soft, and it could be broken with the touch.

It was all the breath of Jing Hanzhang.

***

On the second day, Yan Xingyu slept until the sun was high before waking up with difficulty.

He sat up sleepily and looked around, his eyes fell on the window lattice, and found that the window was still open a crack, and a warm wind was blowing.

Yan Xingyu touched his lips, feeling a little puzzled.

Is it a dream?

Is Jing Hanzhang in the dream so real?

Hearing movement in the room, Aman ran in, holding the clothes that Yan Xingyu had ordered to wear in his hands.

When Yan Xingyu saw the clothes and hair crown, he frowned and said, "I'll wear it tomorrow."

Jing Hanzhang will return to Beijing tomorrow.

Aman looked at him in surprise.

Yan Xingyu rubbed the center of his brows, he seemed to have a headache.

Aman was about to step forward to rub his head, but Jing Hanzhang who didn't know when came stopped him, took the clothes and walked to the inner room.

Yan Xingyu closed his eyes tightly, and felt a dull pain in his heart.

He was used to the pain, but it still hurt.

At this moment, a hand gently stretched out from the side, rubbing his aching forehead little by little.

A familiar atmosphere permeated Yan Xingyu almost like a wall of iron and steel.

He put his hand down in a daze and looked at the person in front of him.

Jing Hanzhang had already washed up and changed into clean clothes, the dust and tiredness of yesterday had disappeared from his face.

Seeing Yan Xingyu staring at him, Jing Hanzhang blushed a little, coughed dryly, and tried to remain calm: "What are you looking at, Your Highness..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xingyu suddenly jumped up, hugged Jing Hanzhang's neck, and hung his whole body on him.

Jing Hanzhang was almost strangled to death. The little beauty grew up to become a big beauty. Although she looks sick, why is she still so strong?

Feeling that Yan Xingyu was trembling all over, Jing Hanzhang hurriedly stroked his back gently to comfort him.

Yan Xingyu's tears fell one by one, soaking Jing Hanzhang's clothes in an instant. He bit a small piece of Jing Hanzhang's clothes and tried to hold back, but he still couldn't hold back a cry when he took a breath.

Jing Hanzhang's heart ached immediately, and he hugged him to coax him: "Don't cry, crying like this is not good for your heart disease."

Jing Hanzhang wanted him to get up, but Yan Xingyu held his neck tightly and dared not let go, so Jing Hanzhang could only pat him on the back and coax him patiently for a long time before Yan Xingyu stopped crying completely.

Yan Xingyu cried until his voice became hoarse. He grabbed Jing Hanzhang's hand and murmured, "Your Highness, I'm going to cry."

Jing Hanzhang burst out laughing.

Still a familiar deer, give an early warning after crying.

Jing Hanzhang wiped away his tears with his sleeves, rubbed his head, and said, "Get up."

Yan Xingyu didn't care what he was doing when he got up, he quickly took the clothes and put them on.

After a while, Jing Hanzhang took his hand out of the Prime Minister's residence.

Uncle Zhao chased after him and shouted: "Young Master! Your Highness! This... how can I explain to you when Master is back?"

Jing Hanzhang snorted, carried Yan Xingyu onto the horse, stepped on the stirrup and sat gracefully behind Yan Xingyu, almost embracing the thin Yan Xingyu in his arms.

"Just say that His Highness stole the deer."

Jing Hanzhang's temperament is even more rebellious than two years ago, and even stealing deer over the wall in the middle of the night has become an open and above board robbing deer in the street.

After gently wrapping Yan Xingyu in a cloak, he rode his horse directly to the newly built mansion.

Leave a word to Zhao Bo: "You ask Yan Ji to come to my house to ask for it. If he can ask Xing Yu back, my Highness will not be named Jing."

Uncle Zhao: "..."