Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 70 Youth 7: Brain pain.

Yan Xingyu usually sleeps until the sun is three poles before getting up. If Jing Hanzhang is not by his side, he can sleep until dawn holding his clothes.

But before dawn today, Yan Xingyu suddenly felt a palpitation, and suddenly woke up, lying on the edge of the bed panting for a long time before recovering with difficulty.

He was the only one on the big bed, Yan Xingyu gasped until his eyes were red, and he looked around blankly: "Your Highness?"

This is in the hunting palace, there is no need to get up early to go to court, the quilt next to it is already cold, Jing Hanzhang must have left early.

Where did he go?

Yan Xingyu had a splitting headache, and there were bursts of secret dull pain in his heart, which seemed to be a precursor to a heart attack.

"Aman..." Yan Xingyu could hardly utter his voice, and finally managed to regain some strength, and hissed, "Aman!"

Usually, when Yan Xingyu had an order, as long as he called his name, Aman would appear immediately, but today, things seemed strange, and it took a long time for Aman to come in panting.

Before Yan Xingyu could speak, Aman said anxiously: "My lord! His Highness the Seventh Prince won't let me in to wake you up, let a group of people stop me outside."

Yan Xingyu suddenly had a bad premonition, he grasped the edge of the bed tightly, his knuckles turned white for a while, and gasping for breath: "He, where did he go?"

Aman gritted his teeth: "I heard that he went to a deep mountain."

Yan Xingyu was startled.

"...is outside the hunting ground."

After Aman finished speaking, he didn't even dare to look at Yan Xingyu's face. He vaguely heard Yan Xingyu's rapid breathing, and raised his head tentatively, just in time to see Yan Xingyu stretching out to cover his lips, a trace of blood flowing out from between his fingers.

Aman was frightened, and ran over scrambling: "Master!"

"I don't hurt..." Yan Xingyu coughed and wiped the blood from his lips. His eyes were lost, but he still held on, as if to comfort himself, "I don't hurt at all."

Aman's eye circles were turning red.

Yan Xingyu wiped the blood off his lips with trembling fingers, and murmured, "Have you sent someone to look for it?"

"The emperor already knew that he sent Commander Yan to lead people into the mountain to look for it. He has been searching for two hours, but there is still no result."

It was still raining outside, Yan Xingyu raised his red eyes and looked out of the window. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly whispered worriedly: "Is he cold?"

Aman felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it, and was about to comfort him cautiously, when he watched Yan Xingyu tilt his head slightly, his messy long hair hanging from his shoulders to his heart, making him look more and more frail.

His eyes had lost the slightest expression, he looked at the falling rain outside as if he was thinking about something, his voice was softer than the spring breeze.

"How many people's blood do I have to use to make him not so cold."

Aman shuddered and looked at him in horror.

After Yan Xingyu said this lightly, he stood up from the couch with his own strength, picked up Jing Hanzhang's sword hanging on the wall with a dull expression, and was about to go out with disheveled hair.

Aman was terrified, and rushed forward to stop him, lest Yan Xingyu do something stupid.

"My lord! Your Highness hasn't come back yet, so there might be an accident, just wait a little longer!" Aman said in a panic, "Even if someone wants to kill him..."

Yan Xingyu's eyes were blank, he didn't even look at Aman, his eyes fell directly on the falling rain outside, he said softly: "Outside the hunting ground, there are tigers and wolves, how many people did he bring?"

Aman tremblingly said: "Ten, ten."

"Oh." Yan Xingyu's voice was faint, as if the voice would be cut off the next moment, "There are only ten, so how did he come back alive?"

Aman almost cried: "My lord! Wait a little longer! His Royal Highness Seventh is blessed with great fortune, and will surely come back safely. You... If you go to kill people now, you will definitely startle the snake. What will you do in the future?"

Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes and looked at Aman who was kneeling at his feet, as if he thought this sentence was extremely funny, he burst out laughing: "He's dead, what else do I have?"

After he said that, he walked around Aman and was about to go out. Aman didn't know what to think of, and suddenly turned around and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Son."

Yan Xingyu was unmoved, his face was full of cold killing intent, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was shaking violently.

"open."

"It's raining outside, if the young master goes out, he will get sick." Aman said.

Yan Xingyu sneered, he couldn't even die, let alone sick.

Aman continued to say the following words, his voice was trembling: "When it rained yesterday, His Royal Highness was reluctant to put on your shoes and step on the ground, for fear that the damp and cold air would make you uncomfortable. It's only been a day, you... Do you just humiliate yourself like this? His Royal Highness knows, how distressed he should be."

Yan Xingyu, who was about to step out, stopped suddenly.

Aman thought this sentence was useless, but Yan Xingyu actually listened to it. He knelt down and stepped forward, grabbing Yan Xingyu's hand, almost begging: "Young master, wait a little longer, okay? If His Royal Highness You came back safely, but you had an accident because of your recklessness, so what's the matter?"

Yan Xingyu froze at the door, watching the crackling rain outside, a gust of cold wind blowing from outside slightly brushed his messy hair, making him shiver unconsciously.

With just a few words, the killing intent in Yan Xingyu's eyes was replaced by a burst of confusion. He stood for a while, looking at the darkness outside the door, and took a few steps back suddenly as if waking up from a dream.

The candles in the inner room were brightly lit, but it was pitch black outside the door, as if countless beasts were dormant around, it was cold and terrifying.

If he took a step forward, what greeted Yan Xingyu might be a place of eternal doom.

The sword in Yan Xingyu's hand fell to the ground suddenly, making a crisp sound.

He looked down at his hands, and suddenly ran quickly back to the couch in the inner room, shivering under the already cold quilt.

Seeing him go back, Aman breathed a sigh of relief. He got a few Mrs. Tang to stuff them under the quilt, knelt beside the bed and whispered, "My lord, do you want Yuxi to come over?"

Yan Xingyu's voice came from under the quilt, a little muffled: "Let him come. Let the people from the hunting ground go to the mountains to find people."

Aman hesitated and said: "But if you go to the deep mountains without authorization, I'm afraid it will be easy to reveal your identity. Young master think twice."

Yan Xingyu didn't speak any more, Aman thought he was listening, and went out to ask people to find the fish's breath first, but when he came back again, he heard Yan Xingyu humming a ditty in the quilt.

Aman was taken aback.

Yan Xingyu was humming the nursery rhyme that Jing Hanzhang sang to him, the nursery rhyme was only two sentences back and forth, Yan Xingyu always sang it over and over again when he was in a good or bad mood these years, even Aman knew it.

But Aman did not expect that in this emergency situation, Yan Xingyu would still have the leisure to hum.

This was so abnormal that Aman, who had always been fearless, broke into a cold sweat.

Aman was afraid that he would get sick, so he went to decoct the medicine first, and when he came back again, he found Yan Xingyu lying quietly on the couch, holding Jing Hanzhang's clothes in his arms, and unexpectedly... fell asleep.

Dawn broke.

The deep mountain covered the sky and the sun, making it impossible to see the road. Jing Hanzhang followed his instinct and ran forward step by step.

He seemed to have returned to the nightmare he couldn't escape from when he was a child, but this time, it was much more thrilling than the last time.

Jing Hanzhang was in a trance, one shoulder was directly shot through by an arrow, bleeding profusely, but this was not the most uncomfortable thing for him.

When he was fleeing just now, he slipped and fell directly down the high hillside, hitting the back of his head on a boulder.

After a sharp pain, Jing Hanzhang passed out almost instantly, and finally woke up with difficulty from the feeling of rain falling on his face.

I don't know if it was blood or rainwater that slowly slid down his hair to the back of his neck. The penetrating touch made Jing Hanzhang dare not think too much, and he just wanted to run out of this dangerous mountain with all his heart.

The people he brought had completely separated from him, but the sound of backstabbing and hurried footsteps still sounded from time to time. Jing Hanzhang dodged a backstabbing with difficulty, rolled and hid in a hidden tree hole on the spot.

There are all kinds of sounds in my ears now, the sound of rain, footsteps, and arrows being released is amplified without limit, mixed with bursts of humming, which made Jing Hanzhang almost spit it out.

Someone is going to kill him.

When he first came to this realization, Jing Hanzhang had offended so many people that he couldn't think of who would kill him so blatantly in the hunting ground.

But after thinking about it carefully, he realized that a place like a deep mountain is indeed a good place to kill people and silence them.

He voluntarily jumped into the trap and was ready to kill.

Can't blame others.

For no reason, Jing Hanzhang suddenly remembered what Yan Xingyu had said to him.

"Your Highness, don't leave the hunting ground."

Don't go out hunting?

Jing Hanzhang thought vaguely, these people obviously came prepared, did Yan Xingyu know in advance that someone was going to kill him, so he secretly reminded himself?

But now is obviously not the time to think wildly. The guards around him can follow the bloodstains to find him at any time. If he can't get out before dawn, then he may be found in an instant dragging his seriously injured body.

At that time, after a rain, the traces will be completely erased.

He will die quietly in this uninhabited mountain, without even a grave.

Jing Hanzhang gritted his teeth, held the things wrapped in his robe in his intact hands, and murmured: "I want to go back."

He didn't deserve to die here.

I don't know how many assassins came. Jing Hanzhang killed several people at first, but the rest of them were not frightened at all, like a wolf that smelled blood, biting him relentlessly.

Jing Hanzhang's knife had gone nowhere, he tore off the red ribbon in his hair with his injured hand, and walked out of the tree hole slowly with his face sinking in water.

But the moment he came out of the tree hole, countless people who were dormant in the dark swarmed up and rushed towards him with their knives in their hands. Jing Hanzhang reacted very quickly, with his red sash wrapped in mud and water, he blocked the first knife that came at him with one hand. , and then strangled the end of the red tape without blinking.

A stream of warm blood sprinkled on Jing Hanzhang's body, and a few drops fell on his cheeks, which were washed off by the rain and fell slowly.

He stared at the assassin who was not afraid of death and was still rushing towards him, and he tightened his grip on the blood-stained scarf.

He... seems to be really dying here.

As soon as Jing Hanzhang's thought came to his mind, the man in black who came to him again pulled out his sharp rapier like a ghost, and blocked it in front of Jing Hanzhang. With a crisp sound, he blocked countless hidden arrows.

Jing Hanzhang was startled.

The man was extremely skilled, and he couldn't catch his figure at all in the darkness. He could only vaguely hear the sound of wind passing around. dead body.

The man in black rescued him, and a muffled voice came from under the mask covering half of his face: "Your Highness, I'm frightened."

Jing Hanzhang's eyes were a little out of focus, and he said with difficulty: "You..."

He only said one word, and fell heavily on the ground—so weak, he still wanted to protect the things in his arms from being crushed.

The man in black supported him: "Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang looked at "him" with distracted eyes, and murmured, "You are Feng... Qingling."

As soon as the words fell, he finally fainted completely.