Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 75 Your Royal Highness, Save Me.

Jing Hanzhang went as soon as he said, and after drinking the medicine with Yan Xingyu, he rode his horse across the street and headed for the National Teacher's Mansion all the way.

Yan Xingyu smiled wryly, and put the lotus leaves picked by Jing Hanzhang in the vase, looking in a good mood.

Yan Xingyu's cooperation with King Rui also showed his face in Yi Rong at the very beginning, and the rest of the time it was all about negotiating. The two months of recuperation were the most stable days Yan Xingyu had ever lived in his life.

When Zhewei sneaked into the Seventh Prince's Mansion quietly and knelt in front of Yan Xingyu on one knee, Yan Xingyu, who hadn't asked about Zhewei for more than a month, was stunned for a rare moment. It fell from his hand.

Yan Xingyu looked at him in confusion, and asked suspiciously, "You..."

Aman heard the movement and came in from the outside, and saw Yan Xingyu squatting in front of the Zhewei, looking at the man curiously, his eyes were full of harmless purity.

Aman knew that Jing Hanzhang was not in the mansion, and Yan Xingyu was always a little strange, so he walked over cautiously and asked, "My lord, is there anything strange about him?"

Yan Xingyu hugged his knees, held a lotus in his hand, and turned his fingers lightly. He said casually, "Who is he? Why did you call me Sir?"

Aman was startled, even the Zhewei who was kneeling on the ground raised his head in astonishment.

The two looked at each other, seeing fear and doubt in each other's eyes.

Aman was so frightened that his hair stood on end, let Zhewei go down first, and helped Yan Xingyu up with shaking hands, and tried to say: "My lord, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xingyu let out an "ah" as if waking up from a dream, and the spinning lotus in his hand suddenly stopped.

Yan Xingyu stared blankly at the void, and after a long time said softly: "Oh yes, I am still the Prince Regent's son in name."

Aman broke out in cold sweat: "Are you..."

"I'm not crazy." Yan Xingyu put the lotus in his hand into a vase, and said absently, "I'm fine, it should be the medicinal effect of Buddha's root."

Aman did not believe this sentence.

Since two years ago, he felt that his son had split himself into two people, one was the prince regent who was ruthless towards everyone, and the other was the harmless little deer who only appeared when facing Jing Hanzhang.

In the past, Yan Xingyu could switch quickly and freely, but after returning from the National Teacher's Mansion that time, Yan Xingyu seemed to want to completely split himself unconsciously.

He didn't want to be the heir of the prince regent whose hands were full of blood, he just wanted to be a naive little deer who didn't understand anything when he was young.

But now, in just a short month, he didn't even remember the Zhewei who had been working for him.

Aman felt terrified, and after changing tea for Yan Xingyu, he hurriedly looked for Yuxi.

Yu Xi was grinding the medicine, and when he heard the medicine pestle, he said: "It's okay, there are Buddha roots in his medicine, it will be affected a little bit, just drink some medicine to recuperate."

Hearing what Yu Xi said, Ah Man felt relieved.

Jing Hanzhang happily went to the National Teacher's Mansion, but came back angrily.

Yan Xingyu sat in the yard and played with lotus petals one by one. Seeing him so angry, he smiled and said, "What's the matter? The national teacher didn't test it?"

"No." Jing Hanzhang sat down on the opposite side of Yan Xingyu, and said sullenly, "He said that the auspicious day will be two months away, who can wait for two months?"

Yan Xingyu comforted him: "The marriage ceremony is just a formality, Your Highness doesn't need to be persistent."

Jing Hanzhang fiddled with the lotus petals that had been broken off from the table, and after destroying the flowers with a hot hand, he hummed, "I want to make you mine as soon as possible."

Yan Xingyu laughed muffledly, and said softly: "I live in His Highness's house now, and my food and clothing are all His Highness's. Even if I don't get married, I already belong to you."

Jing Hanzhang glanced up at him, then lowered his head and was silent.

Yan Xingyu didn't know why Jing Hanzhang was sulking, so he tilted his head to look at him.

Under Yan Xingyu's watchful eyes, Jing Hanzhang felt that he was a disciple who was blinded by lust, his mind was full of dirty thoughts, so he should copy Buddhist scriptures and calm down!

Jing Hanzhang took a deep breath, and didn't say any more. He saw that Yan Xingyu's fingers were all red with flower juice, so he took a handkerchief to wipe his hands seriously.

Yan Xingyu's eyes were bent, and he watched carefully as Jing Hanzhang rubbed him finger by finger, and the place that was rubbed felt inexplicably hot.

Just when Yan Xingyu was thinking about what it felt like, Jing Hanzhang lifted his sleeves, frowned and squeezed his empty wrist.

"Where's your crossbow?"

Yan Xingyu blinked: "What?"

Jing Hanzhang rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and asked a little strangely, "Don't you wear crossbows on your wrists on weekdays?"

Yan Xingyu looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't know what he was talking about. After a while, he said "ah", and said with a smile: "Xiamen's clothes are too thin and easy to be spotted, so I changed them."

For some reason, Jing Hanzhang had a bad premonition, and hurriedly asked: "What did you change it to?"

Yan Xingyu said: "There are poisoned needles in the hair crown."

Jing Hanzhang stretched out his hand towards him and said, "Show me."

Yan Xingyu smiled so much that he shook his hand, and said, "What's so interesting about poisonous needles? If Your Highness has time to spare, why don't you practice a few more copybooks."

When Jing Hanzhang first recovered, he was very new to reading and practicing calligraphy. When his head was almost healed, he began to practice calligraphy and reading under the guidance of Yan Xingyu, but it was only half a month.

——If Yan Xingyu hadn't taught him, he might have secretly ridden his horse out to play like before.

Jing Hanzhang frowned when he heard that he wanted to practice calligraphy, "I don't want to practice."

Yan Xingyu was not angry, but just took out the copybook written in the box with lowered eyes, and said softly: "The copybook written by Xingyu specially for His Highness is useless, so burn it."

As soon as he heard that it was specially written for himself, Jing Hanzhang immediately became energetic, snatched it away, and said: "Practice, practice immediately, practice a hundred."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang practiced as he said, he wrote for a while, and then began to wilt again. He bit his pen and struggled for a long time, looked at Yan Xingyu who was sitting quietly grinding ink, and whispered: "Xing Yu."

Yan Xingyu: "Huh?"

"My injury is almost healed now." Jing Hanzhang coughed, pretending to be forceful, "Anyway, we will get married soon, do you want...to live with me?"

Yan Xingyu looked at him in surprise: "Aren't I living with His Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang said softly, "They slept together."

They both slept in the same room when they were in the Hunting Palace, but Jing Hanzhang suffered a head injury, and Yan Xingyu was quickly treated for his heart disease by Yuxi.

Jing Hanzhang originally thought that Yan Xingyu, who didn't care about it, would directly agree to it, but Yan Xingyu hesitated and said: "Because of the medicinal properties of Buddha's roots, I have always had nightmares during this period, and sometimes I would talk in my dreams. Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang snorted, "Your Highness is not afraid of noise."

Yan Xingyu was still in a difficult situation, and Jing Hanzhang couldn't press him, otherwise his wolfish ambition would be too obvious.

After nightfall, the two went to sleep separately.

Jing Hanzhang lay staring blankly on the couch until midnight, the night was quiet, until the sound of the clapper sounded in the middle of the night, he jumped up from the bed, put on his clothes and sneaked into Yan Xingyu's room silently.

Yan Xingyu's behavior during the day was still too strange, and he heard that he would have nightmares at night, so Jing Hanzhang couldn't let it go, so he simply came to have a look.

He sneaked into the room quietly. Because of his injury, Jing Hanzhang hadn't practiced martial arts for several months, and his skills were a bit regressed. He almost fell to the ground when he turned in through the window, but managed to hold it with his hands, only making a weak sound.

Yan Xingyu had always been a light sleeper, even such a faint sound would have woken him up long ago, but Jing Hanzhang tiptoed into the bed curtain and found that Yan Xingyu was fast asleep.

His hair was loose, and the hair crown was placed on a small case beside him. He was wearing a thin robe, and there was nothing on his wrist.

I don't know when, the deer covered with thorns and refused to let down his vigilance even when he slept, unloaded all the hidden weapons and fell asleep peacefully.

Jing Hanzhang sat aside and looked at Yan Xingyu with the candlelight outside, realizing that he was indeed sleeping soundly, and was about to leave with peace of mind, when Yan Xingyu, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly struggled and scratched at the side.

Jing Hanzhang was startled, and hurriedly reached out to hold his hand: "Xing Yu?"

Yan Xingyu said in a dream, "Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang: "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here."

Yan Xingyu held his hand tightly and murmured, "Your Highness, save me."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback by this unconscious cry for help, and after a while he stretched out his hand to hold the struggling Yan Xingyu in his arms, and said softly, "Okay, I'm here."

Even though he said so, Jing Hanzhang didn't know what to do to save him.

When he woke up the next day, Jing Hanzhang tentatively asked Yan Xingyu what nightmare he had that night.

Yan Xingyu tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "I don't remember."

He really didn't remember, but the mournful "Your Highness, save me" was like a needle stuck in Jing Hanzhang's heart, and he couldn't get it out no matter what.

Jing Hanzhang asked worriedly: "You never lied to me, right?"

Yan Xingyu nodded instinctively, and looked at him strangely: "How could I lie to Your Highness?"

"Then what are you hiding from me?"

Yan Xingyu thought for a long time, as if he was not sure, he said: "Xingyu... didn't hide anything from His Highness."

After he finished speaking, he frowned.

It seemed that Yan Xingyu would not lie to him. Jing Hanzhang hesitated for a long time, seeing that he seemed to have a headache, he softly coaxed him: "Okay, I asked more. Have you had enough sleep today? Do you want to go boating with me?" ?”

Yan Xingyu didn't think too much about it, and nodded: "Okay, is it appropriate for Your Highness to discuss matters with King Rui?"

"What's inappropriate?" Jing Hanzhang put on a robe for him, took his hand and ran outside, saying, "Anyway, you and I are going to get married in the end, and my elder brother is also your elder brother, so don't be restrained."

Yan Xingyu ran behind him, and laughed when he heard this, his eyes were full of undisguised joy.

Every moment with Jing Hanzhang, Yan Xingyu seemed extremely happy.

The two of them took the carriage all the way to the boat that they had agreed with King Rui.

Before Jing Hanzhang asked King Rui to check some things, King Rui checked for many days before he got some clues. He was sitting there waiting for Jing Hanzhang with a sad face, but when he looked up, he saw him coming with his family, his face turned green.

Jing Hanzhang pretended not to see his brother's ugly face, pulled Yan Xingyu to his side, and said, "Brother."

He shook his hand, Yan Xingyu hesitated, and then called out, "Brother."

King Rui: "..."

The corners of King Rui's lips twitched. Although he knew about the marriage bestowed by the emperor, it was still a little awkward for someone he didn't know to call him big brother in private.

King Rui said vaguely, "Well, okay, sit down."

Jing Hanzhang pulled Yan Xingyu to sit down, stared desperately at King Rui, and winked at him.

King Rui was full of doubts, so he had no choice but to ask, "What's the matter?"

The brain is already stupid, but now the eyes will not be broken, right?

The dumbfounded Jing Hanzhang snorted, "Xing Yu already called you big brother, wouldn't it be nice if you don't give me a salute?"

King Rui: "..."

Did this pair of mandarin ducks come here specifically to trick my brother into a big gift? !