Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 80

Fortunately, the poison on Yan Xingyu's body has been cured, otherwise, what happened to Xiangfu's ancestral hall would definitely make him sick for more than half a month.

The effect of Buddha's rooting is still remnant, but Yan Xingyu has not suffered from the symptoms of being unable to distinguish who he is like before.

It's just that Xiaolu, surnamed Yan, lacks a sense of security too much. Whenever Jing Hanzhang leaves for more than a quarter of an hour, he must go all over the house to find someone. As time goes by, Jing Hanzhang will take him with him wherever he goes.

On the third day after the dowry was given, Jing Hanzhang sent someone to invite the Si Tianjian to ask him to recalculate the horoscope and the auspicious day for him—ever since he knew that the national teacher was also Yan Ji’s person, Jing Hanzhang couldn’t do it anymore, saying Don't use dust to calculate auspicious days for anything.

The person who came to Si Tianjian was a stunned young man who had just taken office, unlike those old foxes in the officialdom who did not dare to overthrow the good time that the national teacher personally calculated. When he arrived at the Seventh Prince's Mansion, he made a calculation, and finally set it at the end of this month.

Jing Hanzhang was so happy that he immediately asked people to speed up the preparations, trying to get everything ready before the good day at the end of the month.

When Jing Hanzhang was busy with the wedding ceremony before, Yan Xingyu always watched seriously from the sidelines and never uttered a single word.

At that time, Jing Hanzhang thought that he was used to being pure-hearted and ascetic, and didn't care about these empty rituals. Later, he found out that Yan Xingyu didn't care, he just planned the ancestral hall, and Jing Hanzhang knew in his heart that he would cancel the marriage ceremony with him possibility, so I dare not say more.

Now that the matter has settled, Yan Xingyu has lost all scruples, and spends all day by Jing Hanzhang's side, earnestly making various requests.

Jing Hanzhang poked his cheek with a smile, and said, "I thought you really didn't care."

Yan Xingyu said: "I really care."

While he was talking, he raised his pen to write neatly on the paper, Jing Hanzhang went up to have a look, and saw Yan Xingyu's good handwriting, showing envy and envy in his eyes.

Yan Xingyu glanced at him, seemed to think of something, and said, "How many pages did you write in today's copybook?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang immediately turned his head, picked up the guest list that had been drawn up at the side, and pretended to look at it seriously.

Yan Xingyu didn't let him go as easily as before. He gently hooked Jing Hanzhang's calf with his feet under the table, and smiled with his eyes bent: "Your Highness, we have read that list many times, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang reluctantly put down the paper and muttered, "I get a headache when I write."

Yan Xingyu thought for a while, and felt that this was not the way to go: "Why don't you do this."

Jing Hanzhang: "What kind?"

Yan Xingyu continued to write, with a rather casual tone, and said: "If Your Highness has finished writing today's copybook, I will give His Highness candy before going to bed at night."

Yan Xingyu is a deer as pure as white paper, but Jing Hanzhang, who is about to get married, is full of other "candies". Hearing this, his eyes light up, and he nods like a pounding garlic: "Write, write right away, five pieces, right? Write ten!"

After Yan Xingyu finished writing, he put down the pen, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this sentence, and felt that His Royal Highness was really like a child, who liked eating sweets so much, and was willing to write a copybook that he hated so much for two sweets.

"Yeah." Yan Xingyu thought, "Give him an extra one tonight."

Jing Hanzhang wished he could grow eight hands to practice copybooks. He wrote very fast, and finally finished ten copybooks before going to bed.

Yan Xingyu, who kept his word, dragged Jing Hanzhang onto the bed, and the bed curtain fell down.

Jing Hanzhang's heart was pounding, and he was about to ask Yan Xingyu what "sugar" he wanted to give him, when he watched Yan Xingyu stretch out his hand and stuffed a piece of icing sugar into his mouth.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's color heart immediately fell to the ground and was shattered.

He looked at Yan Xingyu expressionlessly, because there was a piece of icing sugar in his mouth, his cheeks were a little bulging, and he looked a little funny.

Yan Xingyu was wearing thin clothes and loose black hair, looking at him with clear eyes: "Your Highness, don't you want to eat?"

The deceived Seventh Highness said in a muffled voice, "You just give me this candy?"

Yan Xingyu asked doubtfully, "What else?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang didn't expect that Yan Xingyu actually took candy as a reward for writing a copybook, but after thinking about it carefully, this is indeed Yan Xinglu's style.

Jing Hanzhang gritted his teeth and swallowed the candy, hugged Yan Xingyu's waist with a bit of aggrieved expression, and said, "You lied to me."

Yan Xingyu was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "I said I won't lie to you in the future."

Jing Hanzhang snorted softly, and said, "I wrote so many copybooks, just send me a piece of candy."

Yan Xingyu thought about it, and felt that he really shouldn't be like this.

"There are more." Yan Xingyu hurriedly added, "I have prepared other rewards."

Hearing this, Jing Hanzhang's eyes lit up, his body moved and he got closer to Yan Xingyu, the tips of their noses were almost touching, their breathing intertwined, inexplicably lingering.

Jing Hanzhang's breath smelled of sweet sugar, he whispered: "What else?"

Yan Xingyu was almost completely enveloped by Jing Hanzhang, he couldn't resist such strength, he wanted to lower his head and bury himself under the quilt, but Jing Hanzhang pulled the quilt to prevent him from moving.

"Give it to me now."

Jing Hanzhang urged.

Yan Xingyu let out an "oh", his ears turned red, and took out the paper he had been writing on during the day from under his pillow.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang thought it was Yan Xingyu who took the initiative to let him hug his waist, but he didn't expect it to be another word!

His Highness the Seventh Prince wrote the copybook for half a day, and when he saw the words, he felt a splitting headache. He glared at Yan Xingyu: "What is this?"

Yan Xingyu unfolded the letter and showed it to him: "This is my manpower in the capital city. If your Highness needs it, you can use it at will."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang looked at the dense list on the paper expressionlessly, and suddenly fell silent.

Yan Xingyu almost gave him everything he owned, but he was still narrow-minded about sugar or not.

I am really a disciple who is blinded by lust.

Jing Hanzhang scolded himself secretly, then folded the paper and put it back under the pillow, stretched out his hand to hold Yan Xingyu in his arms, and muttered: "I don't want it, you keep it for yourself."

Yan Xingyu didn't understand why Jing Hanzhang was not eager for "sugar" suddenly, and looked at him suspiciously for a while, only to realize later that what Jing Hanzhang didn't seem to want was this kind of "sugar".

Yan Xingyu has always been smart, after he figured it out, he tentatively raised his hand to caress the side of Jing Hanzhang's face, and gently moved forward to enclose his lips and kissed him.

Jing Hanzhang: "!!!"

Jing Hanzhang took a breath, and almost instantly grabbed his waist and hugged him tightly, deepening the kiss.

Although Yan Xingyu practiced martial arts, his breath was extremely short due to his heart disease, so he couldn't hold on for a while and stretched out his hand to push Jing Hanzhang's heart.

He was suffocating.

Jing Hanzhang couldn't help biting his lip before forcing himself to let him go.

Yan Xingyu's knuckle-boned fingers tightly gripped the hem of his clothes, and he breathed hard repeatedly, sometimes he couldn't breathe well and even coughed, the corners of his eyes were full of uncontrollable water marks.

Jing Hanzhang hurriedly stroked his back to give him comfort, Yan Xingyu tugged him, finally slowed down, and glared at him with eyes full of water.

Jing Hanzhang...Jing Hanzhang almost couldn't help holding him in his arms again.

Seeing the heat in his eyes, Yan Xingyu knew that he was not satisfied, so he simply pressed Jing Hanzhang's shoulders to make him lie down, turned over and sat on his waist, bent down and kissed the corner of Jing Hanzhang's lips.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

This was the comfortable posture that Yan Xingyu found by himself when Jing Hanzhang taught him. After sitting firmly, Yan Xingyu watched Jing Hanzhang breathing with some difficulty, his eye circles were a little red, and said doubtfully, "Why are you starting to lose your breath? Didn't start."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was afraid that he would betray him again, so he had to endure it forcefully and let Yan Xingyu take the initiative.

Afterwards, Jing Hanzhang realized how naive his actions were.

Yan Xingyu didn't look like a kiss at all, but rather like playing.

He was short of breath, he moved his lips before kissing twice, panted for a while before continuing to cover, but after two more kisses, he got up to breathe again, teasing Jing Hanzhang so much that he was about to explode, but he was not satisfied at all.

Yan Xingyu himself felt comfortable, lying lazily on Jing Hanzhang's chest almost like a cat, kissing him twice when he was in a good mood, and biting Jing Hanzhang's lapel to play when he was in a bad mood.

Jing Hanzhang gritted his teeth, clasped Yan Xingyu's waist, and said with difficulty: "You...can you give me a good time?"

Yan Xingyu looked at him suspiciously, not understanding why he would ask this question, he was about to grab Jing Hanzhang's heart and approach him to comfort him with another kiss, when he suddenly felt as if something was pressed against the heel of his leg.

Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand to touch the thing on the heel of his leg, and said casually: "What's the pleasure?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's face turned red suddenly, he didn't care about whether he was happy or not, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he quickly turned over and put Yan Xingyu under the quilt, and said sharply: "Don't move around!"

Yan Xingyu didn't understand, so when he was about to move Jing Hanzhang again, he rolled up the quilt and hugged him in the bed, his limbs were wrapped in the quilt, and he couldn't move at all.

Jing Hanzhang wrapped Yan Xingyu expressionlessly, sat on the spot and propped his head in silence for a long time before glaring at Yan Xingyu, turned over and lay down wrapped in another quilt.

Seeing Jing Hanzhang lying on the edge of the bed pitifully, as if unwilling to talk to him, Yan Xingyu hesitated for a while before rubbing against Jing Hanzhang like a silkworm.

"Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang ignored him.

Yan Xingyu yelled a few more times, but Jing Hanzhang still didn't move. He simply bumped his head on his back and said vaguely, "Your Highness? Are you angry?"

With his back turned to him, Jing Hanzhang snorted and muttered softly, "Your Highness is a normal man, okay?"

Normal man?

Yan Xingyu thought for a while, then said "ah", and said seriously: "Does Your Highness want to have fun with me?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang turned around in astonishment.A lock of hair was scattered on Yan Xingyu's forehead, his hands were still under the quilt and it was difficult to reach out, so he opened his lips and blew gently, the black hair fluttered down like ink marks soaked in water, and lay docilely on the quilt.

Jing Hanzhang was dumbfounded, and after a while, he lowered his head, covered the desire in his eyes, and whispered: "We'll talk about this when we get married."

Yan Xingyu tilted his head to look at him for a while, and said "Oh", "I understand."

As soon as Jing Hanzhang saw him, the fire on his body would probably not be vented for a while, so he could only talk to him weakly, trying to divert his attention.

"What do you understand?"

Yan Xingyu was thoughtful: "So the candy His Highness wants is this."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was confused, what is this?

Why, how did you suddenly understand? !