dhibooks Chapter 64 Yan Xingyu closed his eyes and fell in love with him.
Chapter 64 Yan Xingyu closed his eyes and fell in love with him.
Jing Hanzhang looked at Yan Xingyu expressionlessly, Yan Xingyu tilted his head, wondering why his eyes were so scary, it seemed as if he was going to eat him.
Yan Xingyu asked doubtfully, "Your Highness?"
Jing Hanzhang took a deep breath, his voice was a little hoarse: "Are you sure you want to learn?"
"study."
Jing Hanzhang looked at him deeply for a while, then suddenly snorted heavily, folded his arms and turned his head, saying: "Your Highness still doesn't want to teach."
Yan Xingyu: "..."
How to be like a child?
Yan Xingyu laughed.
Jing Hanzhang was ashamed and angry, and instinctively wanted to run, but he forced himself to hold on. He didn't want to be like two years ago when Yan Xingyu led him by the nose and ran into the ditch.
He doesn't know as much as himself!What are you afraid of?
Jing Hanzhang took a deep breath and made mental preparations for a long time, then pretended to be indifferent, and said silently in his heart many times before he said: "You want to learn..."
... What you want to learn, I'm afraid that if I teach you, your father will kill me with a knife.
Before Jing Hanzhang finished his prepared words, Yan Xingyu, who was eating candied fruit, propped his chin, looked at him with a smile, and said indifferently: "Did Your Highness secretly kiss me before leaving for the northwest?"
Jing Hanzhang: "...something, I'm afraid that I... eh? Hmm?"
hmmmm?
The fake smile on Jing Hanzhang's face froze for a moment, and he was caught off guard by Yan Xingyu's light words, and almost turned over from his chair in fright.
He struggled to sit still, and almost became angry from embarrassment: "You...I didn't!"
Yan Xingyu: "Ah, but..."
Jing Hanzhang interrupted him in a hurry: "If your Highness says no, then there is no!!"
It has been a long time since Jing Hanzhang called himself "His Royal Highness" in front of Yan Xingyu, and this time he was really frightened.
His Royal Highness's hands were shaking. How could he know that Yan Xingyu was still conscious after being so ill? If he knew that Yan Xingyu knew what he was doing at that time, he would definitely...
Yan Xingyu looked a little disappointed, he let out an "oh" and said in a muffled voice, "I should be dreaming, I'm sorry, I misunderstood Your Highness."
Jing Hanzhang couldn't see Yan Xingyu like this at all, and immediately panicked even more. He said at a loss, "I...I'm not, are you, are you sad? Are you going to cry?"
Yan Xingyu looked up to show him the reddish eye circles.
Jing Hanzhang seemed to have changed his face, and instantly forcibly turned all the panic into seriousness and seriousness. His eyes were full of awe, and he confessed honestly: "I kissed you, and I kissed you twice."
Yan Xingyu: "..."
Yan Xingyu stared at him blankly for a long time, then burst out laughing.
For the past two years, he has been like an exquisite wood carving, beautiful but always lifeless, but after Jing Hanzhang came back, the wood carving was like a dead tree in spring, blooming clusters of flowers little by little.
Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand to hold Jing Hanzhang's hand, his eyes were full of light: "I said before, if Your Highness likes me, then marry me. Did you kiss me because you like me?"
Jing Hanzhang was so twisted that he almost covered his face like a girl. In the end, he insisted on his dignity as the majestic Seventh Highness, standing there like a pillar, and his whole body was full of the majesty of going to the battlefield to kill the enemy.
"I do not like……"
Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes, looking sad again.
"I don't like you, who likes you?" Jing Hanzhang completely emptied his mind, not thinking about the self-esteem and shame that popped up from time to time, his whole face was expressionless, like a puppet.
Yan Xingyu went around and found out that the meaning of this sentence was liking, so he immediately became happy.
"Then is your highness willing to marry me?"
Jing Hanzhang followed his heart and said dully: "I'm married, I'm going to propose marriage tomorrow."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, he was stunned.
He waved his hand immediately: "No, no, no! That's not the case!"
Yan Xingyu: "..."
Yan Xingyu was confused by him: "What is it like?"
Jing Hanzhang talked about this when he saw what he said, so he couldn't be more duplicity.
He glared at Yan Xingyu, Yan Xingyu was even more confused, Jing Hanzhang had to kneel beside Yan Xingyu on one knee, stretched out his hand to hold Yan Xingyu's hand, coughed dryly, resisted the shyness all over his body, and said in a shy voice: "I love you from the bottom of my heart, What about you? Yan Xingyu, you can't disregard your own heart just because you want to follow me?"
This is the first time someone said to him, "You can't disregard your own heart", and Yan Xingyu's face showed incomprehensible doubts. He seemed to be exposed to this kind of thing for the first time, and murmured: "My heart? Is it important?"
Jing Hanzhang was taken aback, and looked at him in astonishment.
Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes and looked at his hands in a strange way, and whispered almost aggrieved: "No one has ever asked me this."
The information hidden in this sentence is too great. Jing Hanzhang almost fell down without kneeling. He grabbed Yan Xingyu's hand and said sharply: "Who asked you to do something you don't want to do? Tell me! Your Highness Killed him for you! If you disregard your own heart, are you still you?"
Yan Xingyu looked at him almost crying.
Jing Hanzhang didn't know what happened to him before, and he was so distressed that he suppressed the hostility from his body, not wanting to scare him.
He reached out and touched his side face lightly, his voice was soft and soft: "Don't be interfered by other people, you are you, you can do whatever you want."
Yan Xingyu repeated in confusion: "If you want to do something, you can do it?"
"Naturally." Jing Hanzhang said, "You can go wherever you want, and marry whoever you want. Even if I like you and want to force you to marry you, if you don't have love for me, you can't marry me." You can kill me directly with the crossbow in your hand."
Jing Hanzhang was obviously just making a hypothesis, but Yan Xingyu was taken aback, and immediately untied the crossbow from his wrist with trembling hands, and threw it aside as if he had seen a ghost.
Seeing this, Jing Hanzhang was a little dumbfounded: "I just said that if, I won't do anything to force you, my admiration for you should not be your burden, Yan Xingyu, do you understand this?"
Yan Xingyu covered his arms and looked at him for a long while, before suddenly saying something out of line: "Can Your Highness teach me to kiss you?"
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang was surprised: "Huh?"
Yan Xingyu repeated: "Teach me to kiss you."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Aman, who was guarding outside, suddenly heard Jing Hanzhang's rage coming from inside, which almost broke the sound.
"I don't teach!"
Aman was puzzled, didn't these two just meet again, why is His Royal Highness being so angry by his son?
Aman squatted by the door and listened to the corner of the wall, wanting to hear how his young master coaxed the furious Seventh Highness well.
It's just strange that, apart from that roar, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince didn't say anything anymore, as if his voice had been taken away. On the contrary, his young master's voice came intermittently from inside, making it hard to hear clearly.
Aman didn't know why, and was about to get closer, when he caught sight of Yan Chenxi, who had a gloomy face not far away, leading a group of Jingzhe Guards towards him.
All the guards that Jing Hanzhang brought back from the northwest were arranged to protect Yan Xingyu's residence, and the guards outside were all ordered by the emperor from the Jingzhe Guard.
Those Awakening Guards had followed Yan Chenxi for several years, and they naturally obeyed the orders of their commanders, they didn't even dare to stop them, so they were rushed in by Yan Chenxi.
Yan Ji didn't know what he said to Yan Chenxi. Yan Chenxi, who has always been calm, was furious at this time, and rushed over with a gloomy face. Seeing Aman squatting pitifully by the door, he said angrily, "Where is your son? Where is Jing Hanzhang locked up?" ?!"
Aman was a little surprised, what is Guan?Did Commander Yan misunderstand something?
He hurriedly stood up and said, "Commander Yan, my young master has not been imprisoned, have you misunderstood something?"
Yan Chenxi gave him a cold look: "Is this how you protect Xing Yu?"
Aman's face is full of innocence, why blame him?Why does everyone blame Yan Xingyu whenever something happens to him?
Yan Chenxi looked at the closed door in broad daylight, sneered, stepped directly on the steps, and was about to rush in, when the closed door suddenly opened from the inside.
Yan Xingyu was sick and torn, and was wearing a much looser robe, smiling at him while leaning on the door frame.
"Brother."
The hostility on Yan Chenxi's face froze, and then quickly withdrew like a tide. He tried his best to be gentle, but his tone was still unavoidably cold.
"I'll take you back to the Xiangfu."
Yan Xingyu shook his head: "I don't want to go back to the Xiangfu."
"That's just right." Yan Chenxi stepped forward, handed him his hand, and said, "Then follow me back to the General's Mansion."
Yan Xingyu looked at his hands, took half a step back, hid his body in the shadow of the eaves, stared into Yan Chenxi's eyes, and said, "I don't want to go to the general's mansion either."
Yan Chenxi was a little anxious: "Then where can you go? Stay in the prince's mansion all the time? Do you know what is rumored about you outside?!"
This Yan Xingyu didn't know about it, he asked doubtfully, "What are you telling me?"
Yan Chenxi: "..."
Yan Chenxi gritted his teeth, and said in a shy voice, "Tell you..."
Jing Hanzhang, who hugged the quilt on the bed and kicked it for a long time, finally couldn't listen anymore. He came out from behind Yan Xingyu expressionlessly, raised his hand to cover Yan Xingyu's ears, and said to Yan Shenxi solemnly: "Don't say such things in front of him, dirty his ears."
Jing Hanzhang almost became a "teacher" just now, but was interrupted by Yan Chenxi who came suddenly, he was so angry that he rolled around on the bed several times in a helpless rage, his clothes and hair were messy, but fortunately he was handsome and did not look embarrassed, Instead, it adds a bit of leisure.
When Yan Chenxi saw his appearance as if he had just gotten up from the couch, he was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly, not even caring about the etiquette, and said sharply: "You dare to do this, why would you care about him?" How are people talking about it?!"
"Let them discuss." Jing Hanzhang said indifferently, "If they slander, then they are stupid. What does it have to do with Xing Yu?"
Yan Chenxi was almost furious: "Jing Hanzhang——"
"His Royal Highness is here." Jing Hanzhang gave a "tsk" and said coldly, "He dared to call the current prince by his first name. Commander Yan is really very majestic."
Yan Chenxi glared at him angrily, his face, which was always indifferent to expression, was full of rage that wished to chop Jing Hanzhang off.
Aman watched from the side in amazement, and felt that the Seventh Prince had really matured a lot after going to the Northwest for two years. If it was two years ago, the person who was blushing with anger now might be Jing Hanzhang.
Seeing that Yan Shenxi stopped talking, Jing Hanzhang put down his hand covering the deer's ears.
Yan Xingyu didn't catch a word of what the two said, he pulled his ears and asked in doubt: "What are you talking about?"
Jing Hanzhang put his arms around his arms and smiled, "Spoken a few words to your brother in a friendly manner."
Yan Xingyu: "..."
friendly?
He was almost mad when he saw Yan Chenxi, and he was still "friendly"?
Yan Chenxi's eyes were heavy, and he finally asked, "Yan Xingyu, will you follow me or not?"
Jing Hanzhang suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Why are these words so strange?
Yan Xingyu still said the same thing: "I'm not going anywhere."
Yan Chenxi looked at him for a long while, and left without saying a word.
Jing Hanzhang looked at his back and smiled majesticly from behind. He ordered a few guards and said, "You, drive out all the Jingzhe guards outside to my highness. Let them be guards for eating things from the inside out, I'm afraid Can't survive tonight."
The personal guard led the order to go.
Jing Hanzhang turned back to Yan Xingyu and said, "Your father is really desperate for face, if he doesn't come to grab it, he uses Yan Chenxi as a spearman..."
He was chattering endlessly, but Yan Xingyu with bright eyes grabbed his hand and ran happily into the inner room.
Jing Hanzhang was caught off guard and was dragged in. He was about to do what Yan Xingyu was going to do, his face turned red, and he was dragged in by Yan Xingyu when he wanted to refuse. When he crossed the threshold, he took the time to secretly close the door.
Yan Xingyu dragged him to the couch, and pulled off all the bed curtains like he did two years ago to block the light from outside.
In the darkness, Yan Xingyu supported Jing Hanzhang's shoulders and let him lean on the soft pillow.
——Just now, the two of them were interrupted at this step.
Jing Hanzhang, who was like a pillar before, collapsed when pushed, and was pushed down on the couch by Yan Xingyu almost dizzy.
Yan Xingyu looked around, until Jing Hanzhang came to his senses, and his heart began to gurgle and bubble with embarrassment again, Yan Xingyu let out an "ah", and finally found a good position.
Yan Xingyu put his hands on Jing Hanzhang's chest, adjusted his position and sat on Jing Hanzhang's waist and abdomen with his legs apart, leaned down slightly, and his lips just passed by, and they were separated at the touch.
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Yan Xingyu adjusted to a comfortable position, his half-bundled long hair was hanging down loosely, he stroked it casually, and it was wrapped around the hair crown so that it couldn't fall off, it was messy.
"All right."
The heat of Yan Xingyu's breath sprayed on Jing Hanzhang's neck, making him unconsciously reach out and wrap his arms around Yan Xingyu's waist.
Jing Hanzhang looked at him, and struggled to make a sound: "Okay, what's good?"
Yan Xingyu said: "You can learn."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang used the greatest concentration in his life not to let himself sink under the beauty. He turned his head away and said in a low voice: "When you realize that you are not in love with me in the future, you will regret what you did today."
Yan Xingyu was staring at his lips, his eyes were slightly clouded with mist, he didn't even notice what Jing Hanzhang was saying, he just said vaguely: "En."
When Jing Hanzhang heard that he was still "hmm", he immediately felt that he was a poor man who was being played with. He said angrily: "What do you feel about me? Tell me directly, and let me die!"
Only then did Yan Xingyu come back to his senses, and said in surprise, "Dead? Your Highness is not dead."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang was completely powerless.
Yan Xingyu thought about Jing Hanzhang's words seriously. He sat on Jing Hanzhang's body and completely ignored His Royal Highness's suffering in water and fire. After thinking for a long time, he said seriously: "Your Highness will leave Beijing for three days."
Jing Hanzhang was startled, not understanding why he said this.
Yan Xingyu said: "I have been thinking about Your Highness for seven hundred days."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang froze in place, unable to move, as if his acupuncture points had been tapped.
After a while, it seemed that Jing Hanzhang, who was hit by a pie, was struggling to regain his senses. He didn't even know what he said, he only knew to follow his heart.
Benxin said aggrievedly, "What about the remaining 73 days?"
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang came to his senses, wishing he could carve his true heart into a jade carving and chop it off with his hands.
He has been thinking about himself for two years, which is enough to explain the importance of himself in his heart, but he still wants to push forward?
Jing Hanzhang was fighting with Benxin, when he heard Yan Xingyu seriously say: "That was the day when I was sick. Every time I was drowsy and unconscious, there was His Highness in my dreams."
Jing Hanzhang: "..."
Jing Hanzhang almost spit out a ball of soul on the spot and went straight to heaven.
His Royal Highness shook his hands and pulled back half of the soul that had come out of his body with great difficulty and stuffed it back. His face was flushed, and he completely lost the previous hesitation, as well as the childish entanglement of fighting between his own desires and rationality.
After Yan Xingyu finished speaking, he was still thinking about how to kiss him, but Jing Hanzhang turned his back on the guest, holding Yan Xingyu's slender waist with both hands, turned over and pressed him on the couch.
Yan Xingyu was caught off guard and changed his position, staring at Jing Hanzhang above him with wide eyes.
Jing Hanzhang has grown a lot in the past two years, and when he is so condescending, Yan Xingyu, who has never been afraid of him, has an unprecedented sense of oppression similar to panic.
His heart was beating wildly, as if he had a heart attack.
But it didn't hurt as much as when he was sick. Instead, it made him feel hot all over, and his forehead was sweating a little.
Seeing his eyelashes trembling slightly, Jing Hanzhang asked in a shy voice, "What's wrong?"
Yan Xingyu reached out and grabbed his chest, and said blankly: "I seem to have a heart attack."
Yan Xingyu also said this to Jing Hanzhang before. At that time, the two of them were not enlightened, and they mistook the heartbeat for a heart disease.
Jing Hanzhang looked at his expression carefully, his Adam's apple moved, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Then does it hurt?"
Yan Xingyu shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
Jing Hanzhang leaned on him and laughed softly, "It's right that it doesn't hurt."
If it doesn't hurt, it's not a heart attack.
Yan Xingyu was moved by him.
This cognition made Jing Hanzhang unprecedentedly satisfied.
Jing Hanzhang supported Yan Xingyu's face and said, "Close your eyes."
Yan Xingyu closed his eyes obediently.
Jing Hanzhang leaned down, and gently pressed his lips against Yan Xingyu's soft and thin lips.