Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 69 Go fool, go to the mountains.

Jing Hanzhang dragged Yan Xingyu and ran away, fearing that the second prince would come and snatch his deer.

Yan Xingyu was sick all the year round, and couldn't keep up with Jing Hanzhang at all, and he couldn't walk after only two runs.

Yan Xingyu gasped: "Your Highness..."

Jing Hanzhang turned his head without saying a word, hugged him horizontally in his arms, and ran away without changing his face.

The crowd watching from the side: "..."

This... the Seventh Highness, the broken sleeves are too blatantly broken.

Jing Hanzhang didn't care what others thought of him, he carried the deer and ran quickly to the tent where he was resting, and then put him down.

"Don't get close to that person." Jing Hanzhang hugged Yan Xingyu and put him on the soft chair, as if telling a child, he said seriously, "He is not a good person, don't look at him smiling like a flower, in fact, conspiracy and tricks are more serious than others. Everyone has more."

Yan Xingyu nodded seriously: "Okay."

Only then did Jing Hanzhang feel relieved.

Yan Xingyu said: "Doesn't Your Highness need to go to a hunting competition?"

"Stay with you for a while." Jing Hanzhang said, "Anyway, the agreed time is after sunset, and if I let them spend the whole morning, they can't compare to me."

Yan Xingyu laughed: "Okay."

Jing Hanzhang said that he would accompany him all morning, until noon when he finished his meal with him, and coaxed Yan Xingyu to take a nap in a very arrogant manner. Then he ordered his personal guards to protect Yan Xingyu, and went hunting proudly with his bow in hand .

The emperor was tired of hunting all the foxes, so he asked Anping to accompany him back to the camp.

"Didn't the people from the Sitianjian say that they detected a sign of great evil a few days ago? Why hasn't the scroll arrived yet?" The emperor frowned and leaned on the soft couch, asking the palace servants to rub his legs for him. He closed his eyes and said to Anping.

Anping whispered: "The people from Sitianjian sent the scroll to the National Teacher's Mansion, and the National Teacher said that the test was wrong."

The emperor frowned: "Wrong measurement? What do those Sitianjian people eat?"

"Your Majesty, forgive me, divination is a wonderful thing." Anping said cautiously, "Even the old master who was very good at divination back then, didn't he miss the prime minister's order once?"

The emperor was taken aback for a moment, and then belatedly remembered the "Ziweixing Fate" that had haunted him for many years.

For the emperor, Ziwei star's fate could be any of his princes, even Jing Hanzhang could bear it without changing his face, but he couldn't bear it to be someone outside the royal family.

What's more, Yan Xingyu...

The emperor was silent for a long time, so long that Anping thought he would stop talking, the emperor suddenly asked: "Was that child who was sent to the south of the Yangtze River sent away by Yan Ji?"

Anping was startled, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Yan... was in the same situation as the regent king back then, so he probably wouldn't help the prince."

But the emperor said: "But didn't Yan Ji always admire Yingchao? For this reason, he did not hesitate to find a substitute with a very similar appearance... What is that called?"

Anping said: "Yu Rong."

"Yes." The more the emperor thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and suddenly he couldn't stop talking, "Do you think Yan Ji will exchange his child with the son of the regent?"

Anping took a breath.

"No." The emperor immediately denied his words, "Yan Ji doesn't have the guts to kill his own child for the child of his nemesis. He knows that the regent's child will not make it to the south of the Yangtze River alive. The child's face... There is only one tear mole, which is Sui Yingchao."

Yan Xingyu had two eyes.

"When Yan Ji brought Yu Rong back to the capital, she had two scarlet tear moles on her face, but later Yan Ji forcibly wiped off the bottom one with medicine." The emperor murmured.

After all, it is rare to see people with two moles of tears in the world.

Anping was so frightened by his words that his head was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to say any more.

The emperor just felt bored, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and sighed: "It doesn't matter what his fate is now."

Anyway, they are all under the prince, so it won't be too much trouble.

***

After sunset, Jing Hanzhang came back with a full load, happily counted the number of prey with Jing Erzhi of Jing Xia, and finally walked away with a pile of gold under the eyes of the two with ugly faces.

Yan Xingyu was copying Buddhist scriptures by lighting candles in the tent, when he heard the sound of footsteps, he hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, and went out wearing a robe.

When Jing Hanzhang saw him, his eyes lit up slightly, and he stretched out his hand happily.

Yan Xingyu ran over quickly, threw himself into his arms, and was hugged by Jing Hanzhang and turned around twice before letting go.

Jing Hanzhang gave all the gold he won to Yan Xingyu without hesitation, and said, "Here! Your Highness won it for you!"

Yan Xingyu's eyes were curved, and he hugged his neck again, urging: "Your Highness, you have to turn around twice."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

After Jing Hanzhang was taken aback for a moment, he burst out laughing, and hugged Yan Xingyu's waist again several times, the hem of his clothes fluttered like a cluster of blooming flowers.

In the end, Jing Hanzhang was a little dizzy, so he reluctantly put Yan Xingyu down.

Yan Xingyu looks mature and stable in his actions and speech on weekdays, but he seems to like playing this kind of childish game very much, and he doesn't let go of Jing Hanzhang's lapel. If it wasn't for Jing Hanzhang's eyes being blurred, he would definitely have to go around in circles.

When the two arrived at the camp, Jing Hanzhang glanced at the paper on the table and said, "Are you copying Buddhist scriptures again?"

"Yes." Yan Xingyu nodded, "I copied it for His Highness."

"Me?" Jing Hanzhang was surprised, "Because I killed a living today?"

Yan Xingyu said: "Well, this is what my senior brother taught me when I was in Hanruo Temple. If you kill a student with blood on your hands, you must copy Buddhist scriptures."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback for a moment, and belatedly realized that he had known Yan Xingyu for so many years, and Yan Xingyu seemed to be copying Buddhist scriptures all the time when he was free.

For some reason, Jing Hanzhang shivered suddenly. He didn't want to face the truth behind this incident. He hesitated for a long time before he said, "You...have been copying Buddhist scriptures because you killed someone?"

Yan Xingyu looked at him suspiciously, and said, "If you kill a bug, you have to copy Buddhist scriptures."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

For a while, Jing Hanzhang couldn't tell whether the bugs Yan Xingyu mentioned were real bugs or human lives.

After Yan Xingyu finished his meal, he started to copy Buddhist scriptures again. He copied Buddhist scriptures very smoothly, as if he was used to copying, and he wrote down a line without even thinking about it.

Jing Hanzhang sat at the side and cut candles for him, seeing how skillful he was, I don't know how many "bugs" he had to kill to be so proficient.

Jing Hanzhang waited quietly for him to finish copying, and asked a question he had hesitated for a long time: "Xing Yu, you have...didn't get involved in the matter of winning the throne all these years, did you?"

Yan Xingyu said casually, "No."

He put down the pen, and there was a crisp sound of collision between the pen holder and the pen holder: "Why do you ask such a question, Your Highness?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying to himself, Jing Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his hand to draw circles on the table unnaturally, and whispered: "I thought..."

"Why?"

Jing Hanzhang: "It's nothing, as long as you don't lie to me."

On the first day of spring hunting, everyone did not go back to the hunting palace, but stayed overnight in the tents. Tomorrow was the real spring hunting, and they had to enter the hunting grounds.

It's just that the weather is not beautiful. When I got up early the next morning, it started to rain, and in the afternoon, the rain became heavier.

There was no other way, everyone had no choice but to go back to the Hunting Palace and wait for the rain to pass.

Although it was a spring day, it was still a little damp and cold when it rained. Jing Hanzhang was afraid that Yan Xingyu would catch a cold, so he almost didn't dare to let him see the wind, so he wrapped him in his outer robe and carried him back to the hunting palace.

The emperor had turned a blind eye long ago, but the others were full of astonishment. They didn't expect Jing Hanzhang to be so obsessed with beauty, and even do such absurd things.

Jing Hanzhang didn't care, he carried Yan Xingyu back to the hunting palace, let him take a hot bath, and stuffed him into the quilt full of Mrs. Tang, and then he was relieved.

Yan Xingyu's hair still had some water marks, Jing Hanzhang sat on the edge of the bed and wiped it carelessly for him.

Neither of them spoke, only the sound of rain pattering on the window.

Yan Xingyu said softly, "When will the rain stop?"

"Who knows." Jing Hanzhang said casually, "I don't remember how old I was, and I came to the hunting ground with my father. That year, it rained continuously for three days before it stopped, which delayed a lot of things."

"Three days?" Yan Xingyu's eyes widened.

Jing Hanzhang brushed his hair almost, and seeing that he was interested, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Want to hear what happened at that time?"

Yan Xingyu nodded: "As long as it is about His Highness, I want to hear it."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang has now mastered Yan Xingyu's seductive method, and this time he held on firmly without blushing.

congratulations.

Jing Hanzhang changed his clothes and lay down under the quilt, and Yan Xingyu burrowed into his arms very familiarly.

After finding a very comfortable position, Jing Hanzhang said: "I was still young at the time, and thought that it was raining, so I took people to hunt inside the hunting ground."

However, the mountain road after the rain was extremely difficult to walk. Jing Hanzhang was young and energetic, and felt that he was fine, so he finally left his attendants and entered the deep mountain.

As Jing Hanzhang was talking, he also chuckled, and said, "Now that I think about it, I was really a fool at the time. The adults said that after the rain, you can't enter the mountains, but I insisted on finding out, and I still laughed at them for their cowardice on the way. "

Yan Xingyu also laughed: "It's a good thing that Your Highness is so public."

"At that time, it wasn't so flamboyant, it was called a newborn calf not afraid of tigers." Jing Hanzhang said with a sullen smile, "After I entered the deep mountains, I didn't hunt any prey at all, but got lost. I wandered there for a day and night, and fell halfway I got off the cliff. Fortunately, the cliff is not high, otherwise I would definitely not be able to survive the Waking of Insect Guards looking for me."

Yan Xingyu, who was listening with relish just now, was startled and grabbed Jing Hanzhang's lapel.

"It's all right." Jing Hanzhang patted him on the back, "It's just that he got sick in the rain, and he will be fine after coming back for two days."

Yan Xingyu's face was still a little pale.

Seeing him like this, Jing Hanzhang refused to say anything, and hurriedly coaxed him to sleep.

Yan Xingyu was so distressed that he buried himself in Jing Hanzhang's arms, and whispered, "I want to listen to a little song."

Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, and said quietly: "You are the first person who dares to let me sing a ditty."

Yan Xingyu raised his head, looking at him with his eyes full of light.

Jing Hanzhang blushed, and said: "Sing, your highness can sing as many times as you want."

Yan Xingyu bit his lapel and laughed non-stop.

Jing Hanzhang hummed a ditty: "Little deer da da da, ran to the sleeping nest..."

Yan Xingyu raised his head and corrected him: "That's not right."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Yan Xingyu said: "It's the little deer, the little deer, who ran to His Highness's heart, da da da, da da da."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang wished he could buy his head deep into the quilt.

It turned out that he heard it.

Jing Hanzhang wished he could kick his legs under the quilt.

In the end, under Yan Xingyu's straightforward gaze, His Highness Seventh Prince's ears turned red, and he hummed and sang the ditty "Run into Your Highness's Atrium" before coaxing Yan Xingyu to sleep.

Jing Hanzhang also slowly fell into a deep sleep under the sound of rain.

I don't know if he mentioned the incident with Yan Xingyu before going to bed, but Jing Hanzhang suddenly had a childhood nightmare.

In the dream, he returned to the time when he was trapped deep in the mountains for a day and a night.

Jing Hanzhang was tired and hungry, but he still struggled to find a place with light step by step. He was exhausted and seemed about to fall in the next step.

In a daze, he seemed to go deeper into the mountains.

Towering trees block out the sky and block out all the light.

Jing Hanzhang's limbs were heavy, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground with a thud.

He looked up to the sky in a dazed way, and big drops of rain fell on his face from the branches.

"I'm so tired." Jing Hanzhang thought wearily, "It hurts so much, someone will save me."

No one can save him, even in a dream, there is no one around.

Jing Hanzhang seemed to accept his fate, and was about to close his eyes slowly, but his gaze suddenly fell on the tree above his head.

That tree was covered with vines with purple and black flowers, rooted every three inches, very weird, even after several years, Jing Hanzhang still vaguely remembered it.

——He used to compare the grass vine to Yan Xingyu.

At the same time, when I left Beijing for the northwest, the voice of Yuxi faintly rang from my ears.

"Buddha has roots, its leaves are like horseshoes, and its branches are pitch-black. It often grows next to the companion vine... the companion vine? I have never seen the companion vine, and the records in the book are also ambiguous. According to the name, it is probably a vine that grows next to something. Right? Forget it, you should go directly to find the Buddha’s roots, the Buddha’s roots are easy to recognize, once you see it, you will definitely recognize it.”

Buddha took root.

companion vine.

Jing Hanzhang opened his eyes suddenly, he struggled to sit up from the couch while pressing his beating heart.

Yan Xingyu was still sleeping peacefully, his face was pale, with a long-lasting illness, which made people feel extremely distressed.

Jing Hanzhang looked at him for a while, then suddenly got up and dressed lightly.

It was late at night outside, and the rain was getting heavier.

Jing Hanzhang put on his outer robe and coir raincoat, and hurried out.

The personal guard followed immediately: "Your Highness."

"Take a few people and follow me." Jing Hanzhang desperately suppressed the violent beating of his heart, gritted his teeth slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Go to the deep mountains."

The guard said in amazement: "Now? But it's raining outside..."

When Jing Hanzhang was about to enter the deep mountains, someone advised him like this, but he didn't listen, and he paid the price for it, which made him feel very regretful every time he went back to spring hunting, and called himself a fool when he was naive back then.

If it was yesterday, if someone persuaded him like this, Jing Hanzhang must have listened.

But now, he seems to have returned to his childhood, and he only wants to go to the mountains.

He decided to be a fool again.

Jing Hanzhang couldn't wait any longer, he had to verify the conjecture in his mind immediately.

For the first time, he knew what it was like to be impatient. For this reason, he even forgot his promise to Yan Xingyu not to stay out of the hunting ground.

When the guards arrived, Jing Hanzhang said indifferently, "Let's go."

"Yes."