Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 78 Reconciliation

Jing Hanzhang stood outside the door, although the weather was hot enough to make people sweat profusely, but he felt like falling into a cellar of ice, his hands were shaking.

All of a sudden, all the strange things about Yan Xingyu these years made sense.

Since the two reunited two years ago, Yan Xingyu has been very special to Jing Hanzhang, relying on him wholeheartedly, with the little bit of freshness left after he disappeared like a fire, as if he had put all his hopes on him.

Sometimes Yan Xingyu treats him well, which makes Jing Hanzhang have an illusion of "do I deserve him to treat him like this".

Jing Hanzhang thinks that the previous intersection with Yan Xingyu was only in the rescue when they were young. After more than ten years, someone who is more ruthless has already forgotten who he is.

It's just that little kindness, as for making Yan Xingyu rely on him so much?

But now, Jing Hanzhang finally understood.

Around Yan Xingyu, there are either hypocrites who take advantage of his fate, or real villains who try to kill him. Since childhood, he has experienced very little true love.

It is so little that even the little kindness from childhood is kept in my heart, and I have remembered it for so long.

Yan Xingyu's thin and sick body, the countless Buddhist scriptures in the dark room, the extremely smooth gold handle in his purse, the hidden weapon on his body that he refused to take off even when he was sleeping...

It's the same thing, Jing Hanzhang finds it hard to breathe when he thinks about it.

He was so distressed that he was half dead, and at the same time, for the first time, regret and disgust for himself appeared in his heart.

Jing Hanzhang is used to being heartless, and rarely cared about the feelings of others since he was a child. It was not until he fell in love with Yan Xingyu that he learned to consider his own words and take care of others' emotions, but that's all.

Yan Xingyu hardly ever lied to him, but the little things he gets along with each other can reveal his differences, but Jing Hanzhang only wants not to interfere with his affairs, wants him to take the initiative to tell himself, and repeats those things every time. Doubts ignored.

Jing Hanzhang struggled to breathe.

What did he want Yan Xingyu to say, telling himself that he might be the regent's orphan, and he came here to stir up trouble in the capital?

Jing Hanzhang couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to rush in quickly, when he heard Madam Yan's broken cry from the ancestral hall.

"Xing Yu!"

Jing Hanzhang's pupils shrank, and he broke through the door directly.

In the huge ancestral hall, only Mrs. Yan, who was almost unable to kneel from crying, was watching from the side window, and a gust of hot wind was blowing in the heat wave.

Yan Xingyu... escaped?

There was a buzzing in Jing Hanzhang's ears.

Why is he leaving?

Did he know that he was listening outside? Did Yan Xingyu arrange the secret guard who called him over?

Jing Hanzhang thought too much, and his brain, which had just recovered, began to ache again.

Madam Yan's face was full of tears, and she called Yan Xingyu's name almost like going crazy.

Jing Hanzhang didn't care too much, he ran out along the path outside the window of the ancestral hall, but after walking a few steps, he found that it was a dead end.

Yan Xingyu no longer knew where he had gone.

Jing Hanzhang was chilling all over under the scorching sun, and before he had time to think about it, he rushed to the front yard and asked the guards who followed him to find someone.

"Let someone look for it!" Jing Hanzhang's lips were trembling, "What kind of general's mansion, national teacher's mansion! Send people to search for them all!"

At the end of his speech, his voice almost cracked.

The guards looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding why this situation had turned into this after only a short while.

No, aren't you proposing marriage?

Jing Hanzhang's expression was too terrifying, the guards didn't dare to ask more questions, and hurriedly took orders to find someone.

Jing Hanzhang's legs were weak, and he froze in place, thinking wildly. He pressed his forehead in pain, and it took a long time to stop his headache.

He couldn't calm down, and led people all over the capital to search for people—once he was free, his mind would be filled with all kinds of abnormalities about Yan Xingyu in the past, and he would scratch his heart like Ling Chi.

There was no prime minister's mansion, and the general's mansion and the national teacher's mansion were even less seen. In the end, the battle was so big that the emperor knew about it.

Yan Chenxi led the Jingzhe Guards to help him find someone, and finally searched until night, but he didn't even see a shadow.

Jing Hanzhang almost went crazy.

They were fine in the morning, and the two of them sat in a carriage together and arrived at the Prime Minister's mansion surrounded by countless betrothal gifts that everyone was envious of. How could they disappear at night?

King Rui comforted him: "Did you have any quarrel? Why did the good-natured person just disappear when he said he couldn't see him?"

Jing Hanzhang's hair was disheveled, his eyes were dull, and he didn't seem to hear King Rui's words, so he muttered to himself: "Why is he hiding from me? I haven't said anything yet."

King Rui sighed.

After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his confused mind, and he recalled what Yan Xingyu had casually said to him two years ago.

"One day you will be unhappy, don't hide."

"Why should I hide? I hid just to let His Highness find me."

Jing Han stood up vigorously, startling King Rui who was racking his brains to comfort him.

"what happened?"

In half a day, Jing Hanzhang felt that Yan Xingyu was avoiding him, and almost searched the entire capital city. The only place he didn't look for was the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang secretly scolded himself for being an idiot, ran out without saying a word, grabbed a horse and rushed back to the house with a whip.

The mansion was brightly lit, Jing Hanzhang stumbled to the inner courtyard, broke the door and entered Yan Xingyu's room.

Jing Hanzhang was afraid that Yan Xingyu would not live comfortably, so he arranged his room very large. Jing Hanzhang searched almost every corner, but still found no one.

With this realization, Jing Hanzhang almost cried, and finally he forcibly settled down and thought about it.

Isn't the easiest place to find is your own room?

Jing Hanzhang hurried to his room again.

The room was dark, as if there was no one there, but when Jing Hanzhang wanted to go in, he found that it was locked inside.

Jing Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief, knocked on the door, and said, "Xing Yu, are you there?"

Yan Xingyu, with disheveled hair, was sitting on a large couch, holding Jing Hanzhang's clothes in a daze.

Hearing Jing Hanzhang's voice, a gleam of light slowly flashed in his gray eyes, he climbed down from the couch, without even wearing shoes, and walked slowly to the door.

He said softly, "Your Highness, I am here."

Jing Hanzhang saw the looming shadow on the door, tried his best not to scare him, and said softly: "Open the door, and let your highness go in, okay?"

Yan Xingyu was also looking at his shadow, he tilted his head and whispered, "Not good."

Jing Hanzhang raised his heart and forced himself not to get too excited. He said softly, "Why is it not good? We are going to get married. I come to see my deer. Isn't it allowed?"

Yan Xingyu looked at the carved wooden door with some confusion, and it took him a while to laugh. He slowly put his finger on the shadow of Jing Hanzhang on the door, as if humming, and asked with a smile: "Who is the one who married Jing Hanzhang?" ?”

Jing Hanzhang immediately said: "It's you."

Yan Xingyu asked again: "Who am I?"

Before Jing Hanzhang could answer, Yan Xingyu put his hands away from the shadow, and slowly sat on the ground with his back against the carved door. He seemed to have forgotten that Jing Hanzhang was still standing outside the door, immersed in his own world, and said to himself : "I'm Yan Xingyu, or the young prince?"

As he spoke, he unfolded the small box he had been holding in his hand, and threw it in together with a piece of poison.

Yan Xingyu thought, maybe only God knows who he is.

The small box was shaken lightly by him, and the pills collided with each other, and soon it was not clear which was which.

Yan Xingyu took out a pill casually, squeezed it with two fingers, raised his hand and raised his head to look around, with a rare joy on his face.Everything around him seemed to be blocked by him, even Jing Hanzhang's voice gradually became inaudible, Yan Xingyu's eyes were full of that pill.

Ziweixing will fall soon, and he may not have the good luck to avoid the poison again.

"Little deer da da da, ran to the sleeping nest." Yan Xingyu took the pill and looked around, humming a familiar song, looking extremely scary in the dim room.

"When will the little deer sleep peacefully?" Yan Xingyu muttered to himself, and after asking, he rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "The little deer will go to sleep now."

After he finished speaking, he was about to put the pill in his hand to his lips, when suddenly there was a violent vibration from the wooden door behind him, and Jing Hanzhang's voice suddenly pierced through the quiet world that Yan Xingyu created for himself, shaking him all over .

As soon as the pill rolled, it fell directly to the ground.

Yan Xingyu froze for a moment, then turned slightly to look in confusion.

Jing Hanzhang slammed on the door, his voice almost hoarse: "Yan Xingyu! Just wait for me!"

Yan Xingyu stared blankly at Jing Hanzhang's shadow, not quite understanding why he was angry. He looked at it suspiciously for a long while before turning and kneeling on the ground to find his pills.

Ever since he took the initiative to lead Jing Hanzhang to the ancestral hall, Yan Xingyu had already gone crazy.

He knelt on the ground and fumbled for the pill he had chosen inch by inch. After an unknown amount of time, he finally found the dusty pill in the corner. With joy on his face, he wiped it gently with his sleeve.

At this moment, a firefly-like light suddenly appeared in front of the dark eyes.

Yan Xingyu was startled, and turned his head to look.

The originally pitch-black doorway was now replaced by a flame-like light, and there was a burning smell coming from it—someone seemed to be burning something outside.

Yan Xingyu's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he squatted on the ground thinking for a long time before getting up in a strange way and walking to the door step by step.

He opened the latch like a bewilderment, and stepped across the threshold.

In the huge courtyard, all the servants had already left, only the fire was burning in the center, and Jing Hanzhang was standing by the fire with his back to him, cursing and throwing the things in his hands into the fire.

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a moment, then walked forward a few steps in a daze: "Your Highness?"

I don't know when the fire was set up, and Jing Hanzhang didn't know how long it had been burning. When he turned around, there were gray marks on his face, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Yan Xingyu stood on the steps in a daze, watching Jing Hanzhang throw piles of Buddhist scriptures in a box beside him into the fire.

The flames soared into the sky, and the dust after the paper was burnt was flying all over the sky, and it fell down in mid-air, as if it had snowed.

Yan Xingyu looked up slightly, the pill in his hand fell to the ground, and his face was full of tears at some point.

Jing Hanzhang finished burning the last box of Buddhist scriptures, and then angrily rushed up the steps to Yan Xingyu, grabbed his shoulder, and said almost fiercely: "What sins, what Buddhist scriptures, I will burn them all for you!"

Yan Xingyu looked at him with tears all over his face.

Seeing his tears, Jing Hanzhang's heart suddenly softened again. He lightened his strength and gently wiped the tears on Yan Xingyu's face with one hand. stay with you, okay?"

Jing Hanzhang's body was full of the smell of burning things, which was a bit pungent, and he brushed Yan Xingyu's hair hanging behind his ears: "I don't care who you are, whether you are the orphan of the regent king or Yan Xingyu, as long as it is you, all I want."

Yan Xingyu stared at him blankly, tears kept streaming down his face, he finally spoke: "I...I want, I want to give you the best, but I can't do it anyway."

Jing Hanzhang: "I don't want the best, I just want you."

Yan Xingyu didn't seem to be able to hear him, and he was still talking to himself dully: "I still want to write a letter to ask when you will come back, but, but my hands are full of blood, and I can't copy more Buddhist scriptures. I wrote There are many letters, but I dare not send any of them, I am afraid His Highness will think it dirty..."

When moving back the things in Yan Xingyu's darkroom, Jing Hanzhang once opened the letter written by Yan Xingyu and took a look.

There are only three words written on the whole page.

"When will I return"

Jing Hanzhang was so distressed that he was gasping for air. He stretched out his hands to hold Yan Xingyu's face, let him look at him with loose eyes, and said word by word: "Yan Xingyu, Yan Xingyu, look at me."

Yan Xingyu almost fell into despair again. Hearing Jing Hanzhang's voice, he struggled to wake up and looked at him without blinking.

Jing Hanzhang knew the crux of Yan Xingyu's problem, he might really be driven crazy by those two identities.

It would have been fine if he hadn't read Taifu Lin's letter two years ago, Yan Xingyu might have avenged the Prince Regent in a proper manner, and could feel at ease as a knife in Yan Ji's hand.

But the letter was handed over to him by Yu Xi.

Whether the orphan of the regent who avenged his father, or the son of the prime minister whose innocence was designed to ruin his life, no one is sure.

Yan Xingyu doesn't believe in anyone, he only wants to believe in himself.

But whether the two children changed back then, except for Yan Ji, maybe only God knows.

Jing Hanzhang held his face in his hands, water marks appeared in his eyes, and he tremblingly said: "No matter who you are, I only admire you."

Yan Xingyu looked at him blankly.

"Didn't you say you only believed in me?" Jing Hanzhang asked, "Then do you believe in me now?"

Yan Xingyu stared at him blankly for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears without warning.

The thing that surrounded him like a glazed cover suddenly shattered.

He came back to life from the ashes of the burning Buddhist scriptures.