Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 73 Crazy Who Am I?

Jing Hanzhang was in a daze for several days, and his consciousness and memory finally recovered a little when he was about to return to Beijing.

Because Jing Hanzhang was injured and the second prince was suspected of murdering his brother, the emperor was shocked and angry, and the second prince also fell ill after the attack. The spring hunting ended hastily and he returned to Beijing soon.

On the way back to Beijing, Jing Hanzhang was sleeping and Yan Xingyu was reading Buddhist scriptures, when they overheard the sound of horseshoes outside.

Yan Xingyu seemed to have guessed something, and gently lifted the curtain of the car, just in time to meet Yan Chenxi's gaze.

"Brother." Yan Xingyu nodded in salute.

Yan Shenxi said in a low voice: "Yan Xiang asked me to bring you a sentence."

Yan Xingyu: "What did he say?"

"He asked you to go to the National Teacher's Mansion after returning to Beijing."

Yan Xingyu smiled and said, "Okay, I see."

He had already guessed that the assassination on the hunting ground had something to do with Yan Ji, and Feng Chenzhou didn't say a word of truth, but if he really teamed up with Yan Ji, an old fox, he might only be used.

Yan Xingyu put down the curtain, and slowly put his loose hair on the crown, and began to think whether Feng Chenzhou's statement that "the assassination was an accident" was a lie.

Jing Hanzhang was woken up, he opened his eyes vaguely, and said, "Xing Yu?"

Yan Xingyu rushed over and said, "Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang seemed to have heard Yan Chenxi's words, and frowned tightly: "Are you going home after returning to Beijing?"

Yan Xingyu nodded: "Yes."

Jing Hanzhang's brows were about to be wrinkled into two spots, he was a little more sober now, and he even came back with duplicity, he said, "Huh."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu didn't know why he was angry, blinked his eyes, and added: "Wherever Your Highness is, that's my home."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, and after realizing Yan Xingyu's words, he stretched his brows and smiled, and said in a low voice, "Then take back that 'hmph' just now, Your Highness."

Yan Xingyu also laughed when he heard the words.

Jing Hanzhang woke up a lot, he sat up and leaned on the soft pillow, and stretched out his hand towards Yan Xingyu, Yan Xingyu bent his knees and stepped forward, but he didn't dare to throw himself on him like before, instead he curled up and lay on Jing Hanzhang's knee.

Jing Hanzhang was a little dissatisfied, but he also knew that he could not "teach" anything with the virtue of his head, so he could only stare at Yan Xingyu.

Yan Xingyu blushed from his fiery eyes, and pretended to read the Buddhist scriptures seriously to avoid Jing Hanzhang's sight.

Seeing that staring at him was fruitless, Jing Hanzhang could only focus on the Buddhist scripture.

Glancing at it, Jing Hanzhang was startled suddenly, frowned and pulled the Buddhist scripture over.

Yan Xingyu looked up at him suspiciously.

Jing Hanzhang glanced down while holding the Buddhist scriptures, his expression became more and more strange.

Yan Xingyu asked: "What's wrong?"

Jing Hanzhang pointed to the Buddhist scriptures and said uncertainly, "I seem to... understand it?"

Yan Xingyu was startled, quickly got up from his knees, and pointed to an extremely complicated word on the Buddhist scriptures: "What is this?"

Jing Hanzhang glared at him angrily: "I haven't learned it before, how could I know it's so complicated, I just... these few words..."

Jing Hanzhang clicked on a few casually, and said: "In my eyes, although I knew the meaning of these words, I either lacked strokes or simply missed reading and writing, but now..."

He seemed to regain the feeling he had when he borrowed Yan Xingyu's body to read two years ago.

Those densely packed characters no longer crawl around like moving insects, but stay in place peacefully, without any change.

Yan Xingyu's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to write three words: "Where are these words?"

"You are stupid." The stupid Jing Hanzhang finally seized the opportunity to say that others are stupid. He snorted, folded his arms, and was very proud of himself, "Yan, Xing, Yu. The words your Highness knows how to write are these three words. one."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

The words were obviously very simple, but Yan Xingyu's heart beat rapidly, his cheeks felt hot, and he wished he could find a place to get in.

——He seems to have been infected with shyness by Jing Hanzhang.

After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, Yan Xingyu didn't know why Yan Xingyu suddenly stopped talking. He raised his hand and poked his hair crown, wondering: "What's wrong?"

Yan Xingyu lowered his head and said vaguely: "It's nothing, I'm happy for His Highness."

Jing Hanzhang was also very happy, holding the Buddhist scriptures and reading them fondly.

Yan Xingyu blushed for a while, and soon calmed down. He carefully got into Jing Hanzhang's arms, for fear of hurting him, but Jing Hanzhang couldn't see how he treated the fragile glass, "tsk", raised his hand He hugged Yan Xingyu into his arms.

Yan Xingyu hurriedly said: "Your Highness, be careful..."

"Watch out for what?" Jing Hanzhang snorted, "Your highness has rough skin and thick flesh, such a small injury won't kill you."

Yan Xingyu had no choice but to relax and lean on Jing Hanzhang's uninjured arm, reading Buddhist scriptures with him.

Jing Hanzhang looked at it and said casually: "Anyway, I don't want to listen to Mrs. Lin talking about teaching all day long. Tell me to study when I return to Beijing."

Yan Xingyu is extremely smart, since he took over the old ministry left by the regent, he has been planning in Hanruo Temple how to return to Beijing to stir up trouble.

Afterwards, he obtained the Zhewei by relying on Feng Chenzhou, and he put all his thoughts on the matter of winning the position. Asking him to teach people to read is simply overkill.

But hearing what Jing Hanzhang said, Yan Xingyu nodded directly, not feeling troubled at all, and said, "Okay."

Leaning on Jing Hanzhang's shoulder, he said in a low voice, "His Highness needs to practice his calligraphy again."

Not to mention the flamboyant handwriting, signing with seven dots is too clean for the eyes.

Jing Hanzhang had just been able to read and was still in the fresh stage, so he nodded and agreed without thinking too much about it.

Half a day later, everyone returned to Beijing.

Jing Hanzhang ran all the way, and fell asleep drowsily after returning to the mansion.

Yan Xingyu waited for him to fall asleep, asked Feng Qingling to stay and protect him, and went to the National Teacher's Mansion with Yu Xi.

Yan Xingyu usually dressed very plain and elegantly, and he was wearing an extremely flamboyant red robe, which looked like Jing Hanzhang's. He slowly opened the door and walked into the meditation room. When he saw the people inside, he curled his lips into a smile.

The national teacher Lianchen, Yan Ji, and Yan Xiuzhi were all inside, and everyone had the same indifference on their faces.

Yan Xingyu stepped forward calmly, and sat beside the small table in front of the three of them with his clothes lifted. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

He smiled and said, "The tea that senior brother brewed today seems to be a bit off."

The national teacher remained silent, Yan Ji glanced at him coldly, and said: "Xing Yu, have you acted a little crazy these days?"

"What does father mean by this?" Yan Xingyu put down the cup, casually gathered his large robe, and said with a half-smile, "I haven't been doing things according to your request?"

Before Yan Ji could speak, Yan Xingyu counted them one by one, his voice soft like warm wind.

"It's about Zhang Yue, it's about letting the emperor hit a ghost, and it's about framing the second prince." Yan Xingyu's eyes were shining, he looked at Yan Ji gently, and seemed to ask curiously, "Xing Yu clearly followed what his father said step by step. That's right, is this considered insolent?"

Yan Ji said in a deep voice: "The incident about Zhang Yue has clearly aroused public outrage, but because of your strategy, King Rui benefited in the end, and the same is true of other things. I tried my best to pave the way for you, but you are everywhere Push it on King Rui."

Yan Xingyu let out a chuckle, he stroked the pattern on the hem of his outer robe, and said lightly: "Yes, joining forces with Feng Chenzhou behind my back and trying to kill Jing Hanzhang is also paving the way for me."

Yan Ji choked.

Yan Xiuzhi crossed his arms and said coldly, "I said a long time ago that if you rebel directly, nothing will happen."

Yan Ji glanced at him: "Don't always use your martial arts style, use your brain a little."

Yan Xiuzhi was furious when he heard the words, and smashed the small case in front of him with his palm, and said angrily: "Yan Xiang has a brain, and the agency has calculated for so many years, even his own son has been involved, but he still makes wedding dresses for others, you Looking at the current trend, does Xing Yu have a chance of winning, or King Rui has a chance of winning?!"

Yan Ji was unmoved, but looked at Yan Xingyu indifferently: "As long as Xingyu thinks, he has a chance of winning."

Yan Xingyu blew on the tea leaves in the cup with lowered eyes, as if it had nothing to do with him, when he heard Yan Ji's words, he bent his eyes and smiled, and said, "Xing Yu doesn't want to."

Yan Ji said, "I can't help you."

"Father." Yan Xingyu took a sip of tea, held the teacup in his hand, and rubbed it absently, "It's up to you now."

Yan Ji frowned.

Yan Xingyu glanced at Yu Xi.

Yu Xi seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and said: "Two years ago, I was detoxified by Mrs. Lin, and when he was in a coma, I used the ecstasy incense to ask something."

Yan Ji frowned.

"The person who escorted Xiao Shizi away from Beijing was Taifu Lin's student. He escaped from the emperor's pursuit. He once wrote a letter to Taifu Lin, but he was killed by the emperor's people within a few days." Fish As Xi said, he looked up at Yan Xingyu, and then said in a low voice, "It says in the letter that Prime Minister Yan...doesn't seem to have exchanged the children."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Xiuzhi and the national teacher all looked at Yan Ji in shock.

Yan Xingyu's legs were crossed, his elbows supported his knees, and his palms rested on the side of his face. Seeing their reactions, he burst out laughing directly.

As if he saw some long-awaited scene, tears came out of his laughter.

"Yan Xiang." This time, Yan Xingyu didn't call him father. He laughed and cried, "Do you think I should believe this?"

Yan Ji looked at him deeply, but said nothing.

Yan Xiuzhi was stunned. He grabbed Yan Ji's hand and said angrily, "What's going on?! Have you changed the little prince?"

Yan Ji looked at Yan Xingyu who was smiling happily, and it took a long time before he said, "Don't you believe me?"

The tears on Yan Xingyu's face didn't wipe away, they slipped down his chin little by little, his posture was still lazy, and he said with a smile: "I don't believe anyone, whether it's that letter or you."

Yan Ji said: "Teacher Lin's words are not trustworthy, you are the son of the regent, you were the son of the regent, you were in the past, and you are still in the present."

Yu Xi didn't dare to speak at all.

When Yu Xi found out about this, he didn't dare to tell Yan Xingyu at all. After searching secretly for several months, he finally found the dust-covered letter from Mrs. Lin - it should be because of this letter that he let him go. The emperor dismissed the idea.

Yu Xi told Yan Xingyu about this before New Year's Eve. After receiving the letter, Yan Xingyu laughed for a long time, and finally suffered a heart attack without warning.

Since then, Yan Xingyu's health began to deteriorate.

Think about it differently. After being regarded as the son of the regent prince for so long planning to avenge his father, it seems that he has been living for this matter all his life, and he has worked hard for so long with his illness. Suddenly someone told him that you don’t have You are not the child of the regent, you are just a tool to be used by fate.

Yu Xi just had an idea and almost collapsed, let alone Yan Xingyu.

These years, Yan Xingyu collapsed silently, and when the strings in his heart were about to break, Jing Hanzhang finally came back.

After Jing Hanzhang managed to make Yan Xingyu feel better, Yan Ji actually planned to kill Jing Hanzhang.

Yu Xi looked up at Yan Xingyu and Yan Ji's gaze, who was always fearless, he was worried that these two people would fight in the National Teacher's Mansion.

"I am." Yan Xingyu tilted his head and looked at Yan Ji, the smile on his face never stopped. He was almost in a daze, as if talking to himself, and murmured, "Am I?"

The national teacher finally couldn't stand it anymore, threw the crushed cup in his hand on the table, and said in a deep voice: "Enough."

He said that he was going to help Yan Xingyu, but Yan Xingyu grabbed his hand, his eyes were full of madness and despair that he was trying to hide.

"Senior Brother?" Yan Xingyu grabbed him tightly, and asked hissingly, crying and laughing, "Who am I? Has any of you ever cared about who I am? I'm just a useful destiny, right?"

The national teacher said: "No."

Yan Xingyu sneered, not believing this sentence at all.

Seeing him crazy, Yan Ji frowned and said, "I'll take him back to the Prime Minister's residence."

The national teacher turned back and said sharply: "Are you really going to drive him crazy?!"

Yan Ji was startled, and his eyes fell on Yan Xingyu.

Two years ago, the young man who was as gentle as jade and would call his father with a shy smile had been forced into this by him at some point.

"I will send someone to investigate that letter again. Don't think too much about it. Take care of it." The national teacher helped Yan Xingyu up and said softly, "Didn't you find the root of the Buddha? You should heal your heart disease first. Let's talk about it later."

Yan Xingyu almost used up all his strength. Hearing this, he let out a muffled laugh, leaned into the ear of the national teacher, and called "senior brother" softly.

The national teacher listened attentively.

Yan Xingyu said softly, "You are with them, and I don't believe you either."

The national teacher froze.

After Yan Xingyu finished speaking, he directly pushed the national teacher away, and took half a step back as if avoiding him like a snake.

He braced his body to stand firm, put the slipped robe back on his shoulders, restrained all the frenzy just now, and turned back into that gentle and gentle sick beauty in an instant.

"Xingyu is rude." Yan Xingyu still had tears on his face, but as if nothing happened just now, he whispered softly, "I will still take the throne for King Rui. If father wants to stop him, then just come."

As he spoke, he nodded slowly and saluted: "Xing Yu is waiting."

After he finished speaking, without looking at the reactions of other people, he left the National Teacher's Mansion with a sigh of relief.

On the way back, Yu Xi carefully watched Yan Xingyu's expression, lest he get sick again.

Yan Xingyu noticed his gaze, tilted his head slightly, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Yu Xi hurriedly shook his head, feeling that Yan Xingyu was becoming more and more frightening.

He was obviously still going crazy just now, but he was able to withdraw all his emotions in an instant.

Yan Xingyu soon returned to the Seventh Prince's Mansion, Jing Hanzhang was sitting on the bed losing his temper, angrily asking someone to find a deer for him.

It seems that every time he sees Jing Hanzhang, Yan Xingyu's eyes are always shining slightly, like a bird that has broken free from the shackles, his footsteps are unprecedentedly brisk, and he ran towards Jing Hanzhang.

"Your Highness."

As soon as Jing Hanzhang saw his deer came back, he immediately opened his hands happily, and hugged Yan Xingyu who rushed over into his arms.

"Where have you been?"

Yan Xingyu's eyes were bent, and before he could answer, he hugged Jing Hanzhang's neck and kissed it directly.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was startled, and retreated instinctively, his injured head, which was still wrapped in white gauze, hit the soft pillow behind him, which caught him off guard and let out a "huh".

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu was frightened when he kissed Jing Hanzhang for the first time, so he hurriedly pushed him away and said nervously, "Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang's head wound could not be touched at all, even if it hit the soft pillow, it would make him jump in pain.

Jing Hanzhang forcibly endured it, stretched out his hand towards Yan Xingyu with a pale face, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm ready now, come again."

Yan Xingyu cautiously stretched out his hand to touch Jing Hanzhang's face, and timidly showed him the tears on his fingertips.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

His Royal Highness Seven cried in pain, but still wanted to kiss.

Physically wounded and strong, admirable.