Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 71 Who Are You?

Although it was said that he would have to wait until dawn, Yan Xingyu's body was too weak, and he had to sleep until Sishi before waking up with difficulty.

It was still raining outside, Yan Xingyu hugged Jing Hanzhang's clothes and sat on the couch staring out the window for a long time, said: "Aman."

Aman was covered in rain, he ran in quickly, and hurriedly said: "Young Master, Commander Yan just rescued His Highness Seventh Prince, and he is fine."

Yan Xingyu reacted a little sluggishly for a while, then lifted the quilt and got down on the bed.

Aman saw that he was wearing a thick robe and seemed to be going out, so he hurriedly stopped him: "You... Your Highness ordered you not to pass."

Yan Xingyu's pupils shrank for a moment. He looked extremely weak now, as if he was forcibly suppressing all his emotions in his heart, not revealing anything, for fear that even a little bit of emotion would cause him a heart attack.

He asked softly, "Is Your Highness injured?"

Aman murmured: "Yes."

Jing Hanzhang's whole body was covered with bruises from stumbling into the mountains, as well as arrow wounds and abrasions from the assassins. These were not too serious. The only serious injury was the bruise on the back of his head.

When Commander Yan came back from the deep mountain, Jing Hanzhang's breathing was already extremely weak. He wondered if the surrounding noises called him back.

"Don't let him come here."

There was no beginning or end to this sentence, but Yan Chenxi understood it.

This he refers to Yan Xingyu.

At this time, Jing Hanzhang still remembered that Yan Xingyu was afraid of blood, and he didn't want him to see himself covered in blood.

With only these words left, Jing Hanzhang completely lost consciousness.

The emperor was frightened when he got the news, almost stepped on the air and fell to the ground, but was supported by Anping.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." the emperor tremblingly grabbed Anping's hand, and ordered in a panic, "Let the imperial doctor go and see."

The imperial doctor hurried over with the medicine box, and was terrified when he saw Jing Hanzhang's miserable state, so he hurriedly waved away the man and went in to rescue him.

When Aman came over, he vaguely heard that the Seventh Highness had already started to vomit blood and talk nonsense.

Aman didn't dare to hide it at all, and told Yan Xingyu one by one with trepidation, thinking that Yan Xingyu would go crazy and rush to see Jing Hanzhang, but unexpectedly, Yan Xingyu looked extremely calm.

"He won't let me go." Yan Xingyu murmured and repeated this sentence, and sat back on the couch pressing his chest.

He reached out and rubbed Jing Hanzhang's robe on the bed in his arms, and murmured: "Then I won't go. I'm very obedient."

Seeing Yan Xingyu like this, Aman felt more and more frightened.

Yan Xingyu looked extremely normal, but it was because of his normality that Aman, who knew him well, felt creepy.

Yan Xingyu, who usually didn't even want Jing Hanzhang to drink bitter medicine, was so calm when he knew that His Royal Highness was seriously injured.

Aman shuddered, not daring to say anything else, and said timidly: "My lord, Hongzhuang is back too."

Yan Xingyu casually said while hugging his robe, "Well, let her in."

Soon, a red makeup dressed in black came quickly, holding something in his hand.

Yan Xingyu glanced at it inadvertently, and immediately got up.

Those were Jing Hanzhang's clothes.

Hongzhuang touched one knee, handed the things in her hand to Yan Xingyu, and said, "My lord, this is the root of the Buddha that His Highness the Seventh Prince found."

Yan Xingyu's hand that was protruding forward trembled suddenly. He froze in place, staring blankly at the bloody clothes. After a long while, he whispered: "He... went to the deep mountains because the Buddha took root?"

Hongzhuang: "Yes."

With trembling fingers, Yan Xingyu took over the wrapped clothes, and gently opened the robe that was mixed with blood and muddy water, revealing the roots of Buddha with mud inside.

Yan Xingyu seemed to be in a daze. Seeing the living Buddha taking root, he suddenly became ruthless, and even raised his hand and threw the medicine he had been begging for for many years directly to the ground.

The roots of the Buddha wrapped in muddy water rolled into a mess.

Aman knelt down directly, and said in fear: "My lord!"

Hong Zhuang nodded and said nothing.

Yan Xingyu regretted it after throwing it away. This is the life-saving medicine that Jing Hanzhang found for him with serious injuries. How could he just fall?

Yan Xingyu woke up like a dream, and quickly knelt down to pick up the Buddha roots on the ground. Ruyu's fingers were covered with blood and mud.

There was a dead silence in the entire inner room, only the sound of Yan Xingyu's hard breathing.

By the time he wrapped up the soil where the Buddha took root, the fresh herbs had already wilted. Yan Xingyu knelt on the ground for a long time, and looked at Hong Zhuang in a daze: "Is this how you saw him?"

Red makeup——Feng Qingling said: "Without disguise, His Highness recognized me at a glance."

Yan Xingyu didn't know what to think of: "What's the emperor's reaction?"

Aman hurriedly said: "Your Majesty was shocked, knowing that His Royal Highness was seriously injured, Long Yan was furious, and is ordering to track down the assassin."

Yan Xingyu's eyes were dull, and he was not afraid of staining his clothes while holding Buddha Shenggen, so he said softly, "Give it to him."

Feng Qingling frowned: "Now? You don't want to return to Beijing before..."

"Give it to him now." After Yan Xingyu said this incomprehensible sentence, he hugged Buddha Shenggen and gently bullied him, and started humming the song like coaxing a child again.

Aman and Feng Qingling looked at each other, and were about to take orders to leave when Yan Xingyu, who put the Buddha's roots in a table vase, suddenly said: "Let him come to see me first."

Knowing how much Jing Hanzhang's injury had affected Yan Xingyu, Feng Qingling immediately fell to the ground: "My lord, forgive me."

Yan Xingyu didn't respond to her words, and hugged Jing Hanzhang's outer robe in his arms, staring blankly at the void as if in a daze.

Feng Qingling had no choice but to accept the order and say yes.

The entire Hunting Palace was in a mess because of Jing Hanzhang's serious injury, and even the guards were a little loose. Under the rain, a black shadow passed the wall silently, and slowly sneaked into the bedroom where Yan Xingyu was.

The man in black was extremely light, not to mention that the room was covered with thick blankets, and his feet fell on the ground without making the slightest sound. However, Yan Xingyu, who was lying on the bed with his back to the door, opened his eyes suddenly. Unexpectedly, he turned around and raised his hand and shot an arrow.

The dull sound of piercing the air suddenly sounded, and the masked black figure quickly dodged the arrow, and before Yan Xingyu was about to shoot the second one, he said quickly, "My lord, it's me."

Yan Xingyu didn't seem to hear, and shot the arrow again without hesitation.

Seeing that Yan Xingyu recognized him but insisted on continuing to shoot the arrow, the man immediately complained. He didn't dare to dodge this arrow any longer, and took the sharp arrow in his hand with great difficulty despite his serious injury.

The impact made his hands numb with severe pain, revealing the long-healed scar on the tiger's mouth.

After Yan Xingyu shot the arrow, he slowly put his hand down.

Yan Xingyu lowered his head and picked up the slipped robe, casually draped it over his shoulders, and looked at him sideways.

When the man in black saw his harmless appearance, his face turned green, but he obediently walked forward, knelt down on one knee, held the arrow in both hands, and handed it to Yan Xingyu respectfully.

"My lord, your arrow."

Yan Xingyu was sitting on the couch, casually reaching out to grasp the feathered arrow, the arrow twirled twice between his slender fingers, and then he threw the arrow at the man without blinking.

The man in black was thrown with his eyes closed, silent like a cicada, but he still forcibly endured it, and said with difficulty: "My lord, this is an accident. I didn't expect His Royal Highness to leave the hunting ground suddenly late at night..."

After throwing the arrow, Yan Xingyu hugged Jing Hanzhang's clothes again, stared at the pattern on the hem with lowered eyes, and said absently: "Feng Chenzhou, I don't want to copy Buddhist scriptures now, every word you say is best kept in your mind before you say it. Three times, okay?"

The man in black tore off the cloth on his face, revealing a familiar face.

Feng Chenzhou's face was extremely ugly, but when he heard Yan Xingyu's gentle voice, his scalp felt numb.

But this matter really got out of his control. No one thought that Jing Hanzhang would suddenly sneak into the deep mountains and run into the trap that the second prince had already prepared?

Feng Chenzhou felt that he still wanted to defend himself: "My lord, the Second Prince doesn't completely believe in me. The assassin who arranged to kill His Highness Seventh Prince was only a small half of the guards. If it wasn't for Qingling..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Yan Xingyu raised his hand without blinking and shot an arrow, which hit Feng Chenzhou's shoulder blade.

Because the two were too close, the momentum was too great, Feng Chenzhou was directly shot through the shoulder by the arrow, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Blood gushed out immediately, but Feng Chenzhou didn't dare to cry out the pain, and continued to kneel up straight after struggling.

Yan Xingyu finished shooting the three arrows in his hand, as if nothing happened, and put the arrows on the crossbow with lowered eyes.

"Continue." Yan Xingyu said casually and warmly.

How could Feng Chenzhou dare to continue, he closed his mouth and gritted his teeth, not daring to speak.

Feng Chenzhou regretted and hated at the same time. If he had known that he would be reduced to this point, he would not have said "I want the prime minister" in front of Yan Xingyu when he didn't understand the identity of an "adult" at the beginning.

It has been more than two years, and Feng Chenzhou still remembers the unfathomable Yan Xingyu in the prison of Dali Temple, the inscrutable smile on the corners of his lips when he heard him say this, and the sentence...

"Then I'll wait and see."

The words he said because he was bewitched by beauty caused Feng Chenzhou to pay a great price in the past two years.

Now I am afraid that even my life will be lost.

While Feng Chenzhou was thinking, Yan Xingyu had already installed a new arrow.

Finally he was willing to raise his eyes to look at Feng Chenzhou, leaned slightly, raised his cold hand and gently patted Feng Chenzhou's sweaty face, and said softly, "Feng Chenzhou, you are very funny, I haven't played with you yet." I've played enough so I don't want to kill you so quickly, don't always give the knife to me, okay?"

Even when he said such words, it was still like a spring breeze turning into rain, but it made Feng Chenzhou get goose bumps all over his body.

Feng Chenzhou said in a shy voice, "Yes."

Yan Xingyu looked at him for a while, then hooked his lips into a smile, and said softly: "Hey, give me a big gift."

Only then did Feng Chenzhou quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

The ghost knows that when he heard that Jing Hanzhang was seriously injured, he was almost too frightened to come to see Yan Xingyu, lest he be killed by an arrow.

Fortunately, Yan Xingyu still kept him useful.

Feng Chenzhou clutched his arms and went out quickly.

After Yan Xingyu sent him away, he walked slowly to the table and sat down. He looked at a bronze mirror for a while, and then stretched out his hand to pull out a needle from the hair crown.

The tip of the needle is vermilion, it seems to be some kind of dye.

Yan Xingyu held the needle gently, and tapped it very naturally under the mole at the end of his eye.

The needle-like tear mole at the bottom came alive again, slowly shedding a drop of blood, which was gently wiped away by Yan Xingyu's fingertips.

***

The imperial physician had been staying in King Rui's residence for more than two hours, but there was still no news. King Rui was so anxious outside that he wanted to rush in to have a look.

In the afternoon, the imperial physician finally came out, but his face was full of sincerity and fear.

When King Rui saw this, his heart sank.

At this moment, Aman arrived in a hurry with Yuxi, and before he had time to introduce to everyone, Yuxi impatiently waved away everyone and rushed into the room.

King Rui was taken aback: "Who is that?"

Aman said: "The fish breathes the fish genius doctor."

King Rui's already hopeless eyes finally had a gleam of light.

Jing Hanzhang suffered a severe brain injury, and after he came back, he was vomiting blood for unknown reasons, and the whole room smelled strongly of blood.

When Yu Xi frowned and went in, Jing Hanzhang actually became a little conscious, staring at the void with slack eyes, as if he had returned to the light.

The imperial physician on the side was already frightened and didn't know what to do.

Yu Xi quickly walked over, holding Jing Hanzhang's wrist to feel his pulse.

Before finding out why, he saw the dying Jing Hanzhang looking at him, and asked with difficulty: "Who are you?"

Yuxi: "..."

This person's brain has already been poisoned by Buddha's roots, so he won't be even more stupid now, right?

Yu Xi ignored him, quickly checked his pulse, took out a row of silver needles, and his hands were like the wind, instantly blasting Jing Hanzhang into a living hedgehog, then took out a pill without looking at it, crushed it and stuffed it into the Jing Hanzhang put water in his mouth and forced him to swallow it.

The method of treating people with fish breath has always been simple and rude. After half an hour, Jing Hanzhang, who was as angry as a spring, took a deep breath, as if he had finally come back to life, and the ashes on his face slowly dissipated.

The imperial doctor kneeling beside him also seemed to have walked through the gate of hell, and he broke out in a cold sweat in such a cold day.

Yu Xi retracted the needle neatly, and said slowly: "Okay, cook the medicine according to the prescription, and feed him every two hours. If he is still awake after tonight, then there is nothing serious."

The imperial physician hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Yu Xi leisurely walked out carrying the medicine box.

Seeing his relaxed expression, King Rui hurriedly said, "Genius doctor, how is my brother doing now?"

"Anyway, I can't die." Yu Xi said lightly, "It's just that there may be some problems in the brain, just now he asked me who I am."

King Rui: "..."

King Rui sent Miracle Doctor Yu away, and rushed into the inner room.

Jing Hanzhang's head was covered with layers of white gauze, and he was lying down with a jade pillow on his neck. The imperial doctor cooked the medicine and was about to support him to feed him.

King Rui finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as his life is safe.

King Rui walked over cautiously, and Jing Hanzhang was being fed the medicine in a daze, his eyes were emptiness that couldn't be realized at all, he looked really stupid.

King Rui whispered, "Seven."

He yelled several times before Jing Hanzhang looked at him blankly.

King Rui hurriedly said, "Do you know who I am?"

Jing Hanzhang looked at him in confusion for a long time, and asked blankly, "Who are you?"

King Rui: "..."

Bad, really stupid.

King Rui said cautiously: "Then do you still remember who Xing Yu is?"

King Rui didn't hold out much hope at first, he thought he would hear the answer of "Who is Xing Yu?", but Jing Hanzhang, who was dying and didn't even speak loudly just now, struggled and stretched out his hand to pat the bed.

bang.

Jing Hanzhang stared at him, as if you were still angry: "No, don't call him so close, mine is mine!"

King Rui: "..."

Bad thing, you should still be an idiot!