dhibooks Chapter 77 Poisoning
Chapter 77 Poisoning
Jing Hanzhang finally found a yellowed letter under the box full of Buddhist scriptures, which looked really old.
There are four words written on the envelope.
"Teacher's Invitation"
Jing Hanzhang handed the letter to him: "This one?"
Yan Xingyu took it and nodded: "Well, yes."
He took the letter and stuffed it into his sleeve.
Jing Hanzhang glanced at it unintentionally, and found that today's Yan Xingyu was wearing a crossbow uncharacteristically.
Yan Xingyu didn't wait for him to ask, he got off the box and said, "I'm going to see my mother, Your Highness, let's rest here for a while."
"Your mother?" Jing Hanzhang frowned, "What are you doing seeing her?"
Yan Xingyu smiled and said: "After all, I'm getting married, so I'll see her one last time and show her a letter by the way."
Jing Hanzhang didn't know why, but Yan Xingyu didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask, and watched him leave happily.
Jing Hanzhang thought in a daze, was he so happy to meet the person who almost killed him when he was young?
Yan Xingyu was in an unprecedentedly good mood, and he was taken by Zhao Bo to the backyard to find Mrs. Yan.
Zhao Bodao: "Madam has been eating fast and praying in the ancestral hall these years, and Young Master Ming has not returned for a long time. The whole Prime Minister's residence is deserted."
Yan Xingyu smiled and said: "Mother is in the ancestral hall, are you missing some old person?"
Uncle Zhao shook his head: "I don't know either. There is an unnamed memorial tablet in the ancestral hall of Xiangfu. Madam always weeps at that memorial tablet. Presumably it must be someone close to her."
Yan Xingyu didn't speak any more.
Soon, Yan Xingyu arrived at the ancestral hall of Xiangfu.
Madam Yan was kneeling on the futon with her back to the door, and the memorial tablets in the room were enveloped in a puff of sandalwood, solemn and solemn.
That extremely glamorous woman is always gorgeous and imposing, but only in this ancestral hall, the spikes all over her body are completely removed.
She didn't wear any makeup, her expression was sad and calm.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mrs. Yan turned her head slightly, and was stunned for a moment when she saw Yan Xingyu approaching slowly, with a look of extreme disgust on her face.
She said coldly, "what are you doing here?"
Yan Xingyu asked Uncle Zhao to go down, stepped forward slowly, took the incense and lit it on the candle, completely ignoring Mrs. Yan's cold eyes, shook his hand casually, and after the fire was extinguished, he gracefully bowed to the ancestral tablet.
He put the incense in the incense altar, with a wry smile on his lips, looked at Madam Yan, and called her softly: "Mother."
Madam Yan said coldly, "Don't call me mother."
Yan Xingyu was not angry either, and sat on the futon next to Mrs. Yan with his clothes lifted, his chin propped up, his breathing and speaking were light, like a feather.
"Father should have told you something." Yan Xingyu tapped his fingers on the side of his face and said softly, "Otherwise you wouldn't say that I have half your blood in me."
The phrase "Half of the blood in the body" can be understood as half of the blood given by the pure biological mother, but there is also an ambiguous possibility, that is, there is a half possibility that this child is her blood.
When he first returned to Beijing, Yan Xingyu sneaked into the secret guard in the prime minister's mansion and told him what Mrs. Yan had said.
"Maybe when he dies, I will give him a straw mat for the sake of that half of the blood."
Before reading Taifu Lin's letter, Yan Xingyu felt that this sentence was not suspicious.
But now, Yan Xingyu only felt that this sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart little by little.
He didn't even know it hurt.
"You know I might be your child, don't you?" Yan Xingyu asked her softly.
Madam Yan looked at him with disgust: "How could you be my child? Did I give birth to you who are decisive, cold-blooded and ruthless, a child of Ziwei's destiny?"
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In the side courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jing Hanzhang was checking the contents of the boxes one by one. Looking at the densely packed Buddhist scriptures, he felt a chill in his heart and dared not think about it.
In the corner of the dark room, there is also a slightly smaller box hidden, which looks very out of place with other alleys containing Buddhist scriptures.
Jing Hanzhang hesitated for a moment, thinking that since Yan Xingyu brought him here, he shouldn't shy away from watching it.
Thinking of this, Jing Hanzhang stepped forward, turned the box out, opened it gently, and was taken aback for a moment.
This box is indeed not Buddhist scriptures, but written letters stacked together, it seems that there are hundreds of them.
Jing Hanzhang picked up one at random, and his pupils shrank when he saw the words on it.
There are a few words written on the envelope, which Jing Hanzhang can now recognize proficiently.
"Han Zhang kisses"
This box full of letters was all addressed to Jing Hanzhang.
Jing Hanzhang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized that Yan Xingyu hadn't written him a letter in the two years since he left the capital city, but he wrote but didn't send a letter.
Why not send it to him?
He is the son of the prime minister, is it difficult to send a letter to the border?
Jing Hanzhang was about to read the letter with shaking hands, when a voice came from outside: "Your Highness."
Jing Hanzhang turned his head and saw Yan Xingyu's hidden guard was kneeling beside him. Because his face was covered, he couldn't tell which one it was.
"what's up?"
The dark guard lowered his voice and said, "My lord, please go to the ancestral hall in the backyard for a gathering."
Jing Hanzhang frowned: "Now?"
"Yes."
Jing Hanzhang looked at the letter in the box, hesitated for a while, then closed the box, and said, "Okay, I'll go right away."
Xiangfu ancestral hall.
Mrs. Yan slammed the Buddhist beads in her hand on Yan Xingyu's body, and with a muffled bang, she hissed, "When you were just born, someone told me that Yan Ji might have exchanged you with the regent's child. , I still don't believe it."
Yan Xingyu didn't move and let her vent.
"I treated you as my own flesh and blood and raised you for six years, what happened?" Madam Yan's eyes were full of murderous intent, "When you were six years old, your order was Ziweixing, the peerless Ziweixing. "
Mrs. Yan said, grabbed Yan Xingyu's wrist, and said in a hateful voice: "I came from a humble background, because this face was favored by the prime minister of the court. You said, Yan Xingyu, you said that I was a slave since childhood, and I was mixed in How can a lowly person who sells himself in a brothel for a living give birth to Ziweixing's child?"
Yan Xingyu let her drag him, the innocence and harmlessness in his eyes had slowly faded away.
Mrs. Yan didn't notice the strangeness in him now, and still hissed: "Yan Ji is really infatuated, because that woman can exchange her child to death without blinking. And that woman, in the end, didn't she remember No good for him! What did he want to get by killing my child?"
As she spoke, even she felt a little frantic, her beautiful eyes were full of water, and she looked at Yan Xingyu with hatred and love in her eyes.
Madam Yan cried for a while, as if she had changed her face again, she held Yan Xingyu's face with trembling hands, and mournfully said, "But Xingyu, this face looks so much like mine, how could it not be mine?" What about the child? I begged Yan Ji to tell me the truth, and wanted to know whether the child was changed, but he still refused to tell me."
"My child can't be Ziwei Xing. I was pregnant for ten months and protected him so well. He won't be a sick child like Lin Yingchao when he was born." Mrs. Yan counted Yan Xingyu one by one. The possibility of his child, the more he talked about it, the more certain he became, and the more he talked about it, the more he hated Yan Xingyu.
Yan Xingyu raised his head slightly, Gu Jing Wubo looked straight at her, and said softly, "So you would rather kill your own child than raise a child for someone else, right?"
When Mrs. Yan was about to smother him to death with her own hands, Yan Xingyu finally had a trace of consciousness remaining.
He heard Yan Ji come to rescue him in a trance, but the moment he broke through the door, the woman who was hugging him suddenly burst into tears without warning, while letting go of her trembling hands, she cried and shook him. , Call him "Xiao Yuer".
At that time, Yan Xingyu only thought it was his own hallucination and didn't care about it.
"She's the only one who can't do it!" Mrs. Yan suddenly said sharply like a ghost, "That woman can't do it! As long as I change someone else, I can treat that child as my own! Only Lin Yingchao can't do it!"
She touched her face tremblingly: "Yan Ji just used me as a substitute for my face. Lin Yingchao, as long as Lin Yingchao lives, I will always live in her shadow. Fortunately, she died , haha... she died well."
Madam Yan laughed again as she spoke.
Yan Xingyu has been quietly watching her go crazy, until she calmed down completely, Yan Xingyu said: "Do you have anything else to tell me?"
Madam Yan stared at him blankly for a long time, then murmured in a breathless voice, almost pleadingly: "Why do you want to live? I beg you to die quickly."
The same words, the same intonation as when I was a child.
Nothing has changed.
Yan Xingyu laughed. He took out the letter in his sleeve, handed it to Mrs. Yan and said slowly: "This is a letter written by the person who escorted the regent's orphan to the south of the Yangtze River to Taifu Lin."
Madam Yan seemed to have anticipated something, and took the letter with shaking hands.
Yan Xingyu had already memorized this letter by heart, looked up at the unnamed tablet slightly, and said in a warm voice: "It has been 20 years since the incident, and the contents of this letter cannot be trusted, because I don't know if this is also Yan Ji's plan. As a part of it, I want to use this letter to reassure His Majesty."
Mrs. Yan looked at the yellowed letter in a daze, and looked at Yan Xingyu in disbelief.
"I don't believe this letter, nor Yan Ji's words." Yan Xingyu said, "Because I don't care who I am now, I just want to be myself, not a knife in someone's hand."
Madam Yan's lips turned pale, and she said with difficulty: "It's impossible... If it hasn't been changed, why would he..."
Yan Xingyu was only responsible for giving her the letter, and didn't say anything else about the letter, but changed the subject without warning.
"Mother." Yan Xingyu tilted his head and looked at her seriously, "Do you know why I am weak?"
Madam Yan looked at him almost in confusion.
"Is it a heart disease brought from the mother's womb?" Yan Xingyu gently leaned into Madam Yan's ear, lowered his voice, and there was some unknown joy in his tone, "No, mother, Xingyu was poisoned. "
Madam Yan's eyes suddenly opened wide.
"Buddha is extremely poisonous. If I have an ordinary heart disease, why should I use this kind of tiger and wolf medicine to cure it?" Yan Xingyu looked at him without blinking, his pupils were empty, looking terrifying like a ghost .
He whispered softly in Madam Yan's ear: "Because we need to fight poison with poison."
Madam Yan suddenly screamed and looked at him in horror as if she had seen a ghost.
Seeing her like this, Yan Xingyu actually burst into a muffled laugh.
He laughed heartily but was extremely depressed, echoing in Mrs. Yan's ears like a devil's cry in the already quiet and solemn ancestral hall.
It also reached the ears of Jing Hanzhang who had been standing outside for an unknown amount of time.
Yan Xingyu propped his hands on the ground, and coughed a few times until he finally stopped laughing, tears were about to come down.
Under Madam Yan's stupefied gaze, he sat back on the futon lightly with an elegant posture, his brows and eyes still full of smiles that couldn't dissipate.
Ever since he arrived at the ancestral hall, the expression of the grin on his face seemed to have never changed.
Frightening.
Yan Xingyu looked at the Buddhist scriptures placed in front of the unnamed tablet, smiled, and said: "For me, the Buddhist scriptures just let me remember more clearly, how many murders I have committed, and how much retribution I will suffer. Mother And you?"
Madam Yan did not know when tears were streaming down her face, as if she could not think anymore, she looked at Yan Xingyu dully.
"For a dead person, no matter how many Buddhist scriptures you copy, it's useless." Yan Xingyu looked at her tenderly, and said softly, "Who did you hate when you copied Buddhist scriptures these years?"
Madam Yan choked for breath, her eyes were full of despair, she seemed to want to reach out to pull Yan Xingyu, but just as she raised her hand, it froze in mid-air.
Yan Xingyu knew the answer when he saw her reaction: "Oh, they hate me."
"But what did I do wrong?" Yan Xingyu lowered his voice very softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on Mrs. Yan's face, and said casually, "If I am the son of the regent, this The embodied body will be burned along with those Buddhist scriptures after revenge."
Jing Hanzhang, who was outside the door, trembled all over.
"But what if I'm not?" The tears on Madam Yan's face seemed impossible to wipe away, but Yan Xingyu patiently wiped them with his sleeves, his tone was soft, as if he was really a gentle and considerate child, "If I were you If I am Yan Xingyu, why should I suffer from this?"
"You all one by one, why do you force me to be like this?"
Yan Xingyu's eyes became colder and colder, as if all emotions were stripped away in these few lightly questioning sentences.
In the end, he gently withdrew his hand and looked at Madam Yan expressionlessly.
"Mrs. Yan, do you still want me to die?"