Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 8 Rules

Jing Hanzhang was too strong, Yan Xingyu had no choice but to take him back to the prime minister's mansion.

Yan Ji was not there, so Zhao Bocheng came out to receive the distinguished guests in fear.

He saw the Seventh Prince crossing his arms, and followed Yan Xingyu to the side courtyard with great interest, recalling the scene of Jing Hanzhang pressing his young master on the couch a few days ago, he did not know what he thought of, and his expression became even more frightened.

Taking advantage of Jing Hanzhang's inattention, Zhao Bo shook his hands and called a servant to look for Yan Ji.

The servant ran away in a hurry.

It was a bit difficult to walk through the side courtyard of the Xiangfu. You had to pass through two small gardens and the Chaoshou verandah. Aman tentatively looked at Jing Hanzhang before making the appearance of pushing the wheelchair with difficulty.

Jing Hanzhang had a half-smile, probably thinking it was amused, and turned his head to look at Aman, whose face was flushed from the suffocation, as if he was watching a play.

Aman was looked down upon.

Jing Hanzhang deliberately asked him: "Is it difficult to push?"

Aman glanced at him timidly, then looked at his master, his eyes were filled with "Master, should I be troubled?"

Yan Xingyu was carelessly flicking the beads, thinking about something, and didn't pay attention to Aman's plea for help.

Aman had no choice but to maintain a weak and timid appearance, and nodded pitifully: "A little bit."

Jing Hanzhang laughed suddenly, and he asked: "Will your Highness help you?"

Aman hurriedly said: "Don't bother Your Highness, although the road is difficult, but Aman..."

His refusal stopped abruptly.

Yan Xingyu, who was absent-mindedly thinking about the words of the national teacher, suddenly felt the wheelchair stop, and the red shadow with a strong sense of presence walked in front of him for some reason.

Yan Xingyu raised his head and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter, Your Highness..."

Before he finished speaking, Jing Hanzhang bent down and picked him up from the wheelchair.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang hugged his legs horizontally in his arms, his lowered eyes met Yan Xingyu's eyes with faint anger, and he felt a sense of pleasure to win back the city.

"Young master." Jing Hanzhang smiled, "You have to take care of the crossbow on your wrist. If you hurt me, the whole Xiangfu will suffer."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu finally tore off the gentle and elegant disguise, staring at him with beautiful eyes, and the moles of tears were bright red.

Jing Hanzhang met his eyes, only to find that this little beauty had two vermilion moles under her eyes, but the lower one was too small, like the tip of a needle, and she couldn't see it clearly unless she looked carefully.

Jing Hanzhang shook his head, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you angry?"

Yan Xingyu was nestled in someone else's arms, feeling very insecure, but he was afraid that the bad guy would throw him out, so no matter how repulsed he was, he still forced himself to reach out and grab Jing Hanzhang's lapel.

Yan Xingyu took a few breaths before saying in a low voice, "I'll get angry right away."

Hearing this, Jing Han was overjoyed, did he need to inform in advance when he was angry?

"When is it soon?" Jing Hanzhang asked intentionally, "After half an hour? Shall I find a lotus leaf to calculate the time for you?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu's hand that was holding onto his skirt suddenly tightened.

The next moment, Jing Hanzhang clearly heard the sound of his high-quality clothes being torn apart.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu quickly let go of the hand that was holding Jing Hanzhang's skirt, and the two of them looked at the folds, and found that the clothes had been torn apart.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

How did he get so angry that he could tear his clothes with one hand?

Yan Xingyu couldn't care less about getting angry, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, forgive me, Xingyu... will pay you a piece of clothing."

Jing Hanzhang said quietly: "The material of my clothes is a gift from the emperor, and you won't be able to pay for it if you sell it."

Yan Xingyu froze all over.

Jing Hanzhang wasn't very angry either, he was either in the martial arts arena or in the patrol camp all day long, it's normal for his clothes to be damaged, he just wanted to test it...

Jing Hanzhang vaguely remembered that the night of the soul exchange, Aman happily picked up two copper coins and showed them to his master.

Jing Hanzhang really wanted to know if this prime minister really loved money like his life.

This try, really so.

As soon as he said the material was expensive, Yan Xingyu remained silent and buried half of his face in the collar of his cloak, wishing to pretend nothing had happened.

Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows: "Yan Xing..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand timidly, stroked the wrinkled skirt lightly, and smoothed it until he couldn't see the cut, then he continued to hang his head, pretending to be dead.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said coolly, "I can't see it if I hide it?"

Yan Xingyu was speechless.

At this time, Aman pushed the wheelchair and walked over quickly, and said loudly: "No, don't bother Your Highness, although the road is difficult, Aman can still push it, yes!"

He pushed the wheelchair over and looked at Jing Hanzhang beggingly, wanting him to return his young master.

Jing Hanzhang was not happy, he had suffered too many times from Yan Xingyu, and finally found a way to make the water in this secluded pool ripple, so naturally he would not let it go easily.

He ignored Aman and strode towards the courtyard with Yan Xingyu in his arms.

Yan Xingyu was still pretending to be dead, trying to avoid losing money.

When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Jing Hanzhang looked at him strangely and said, "Don't you feel ashamed at all?"

Yan Xingyu took a sneak peek at him, seeing that he didn't seem to intend to bring up the matter of compensation, so he whispered: "What did you say?"

"Shame." Jing Hanzhang didn't know where his patience came from, and said, "Any other man would have been angry if he was hugged and walked all the way and watched all the way by his subordinates."

Yan Xingyu froze for a moment, then lowered his eyes slightly.

Jing Hanzhang suddenly felt a thump in his heart, feeling a bad premonition for some reason.

Sure enough, in the next moment, Yan Xingyu murmured in a soft and almost aggrieved voice: "My legs were injured when I was young, and I haven't been able to walk for many years. I have long been used to being hugged around."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang began to feel that he was a bad person again.

He closed his mouth resentfully, thinking how Yan Xingyu is so capable, he clearly knew that what he said was [-]% true and [-]% false, but he couldn't be cruel.

Why?

With this face?

Jing Hanzhang angrily kicked open the door that had just been repaired not long ago, intending to throw Yan Xingyu into the room, pick up the deer and run away.

As soon as he entered the yard, he heard a series of deer crowing. Jing Hanzhang took a closer look and saw his little deer grazing in the yard, and a jet-black cat lying lazily on it to bask in the sun.

A deer and a cat, get along extremely harmoniously.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang had no expression on his face, and stepped back half a step indiscriminately.

The fawn was already dirty, so he didn't want it anymore.

Yan Xingyu called him: "Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang asked with a sullen face: "Where did you get the habit, what's wrong with keeping cats?"

Yan Xingyu recalled what Aman said about the abnormality in the exchange of souls, and asked tentatively, "Is there anything wrong with cats?"

Jing Hanzhang said coldly: "I hate cats, don't you know that?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

What I said... is a bit shameless.

Yan Xingyu had just returned to Beijing not long ago, and he hadn't even seen his parents a few times, so how could he know the preferences of a stranger who only met a few times?

Yan Xingyu said in a low voice, "The black cat... wards off evil spirits and attracts fortune."

To ward off evil spirits is secondary, and to attract wealth is the most important thing.

Jing Hanzhang's eyes were colder than the snow on the ground: "What kind of money do you want?"

After saying that, he remembered Yan Xingyu's money-loving temperament, immediately sneered, and said, "I'll give you 100 taels, now, drive that cat out immediately."

If there is an unexpected soul exchange next time, Jing Hanzhang doesn't want to see a cat squatting beside his bed when he opens his eyes.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu understood, he was indeed afraid of cats.

He whispered "Deal" and told Aman to take the cat away. Jing Hanzhang took a deep breath and carried him into the room.

As he walked, Jing Hanzhang was a little strange. He originally wanted to hug someone to make Yan Xingyu lose his composure, but he seemed to have turned into a human-shaped wheelchair with a heater.

The more Jing Hanzhang thought about it, the angrier he became, but it was he himself who asked to hug her, so he couldn't vent his anger, so he could only walk forward with a sullen face.

Kicking open the door, Jing Hanzhang walked into the room boldly, and put Yan Xingyu on the soft couch.

Yan Xingyu hurriedly propped up his hands to sit firmly, and bowed to salute: "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Forget it." Jing Hanzhang was not polite, he just sat aside, and said with a smile, "You may already be scolding me in your heart, so you should stop acting in private, I will get tired just looking at you if you are not tired. "

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a moment, and then said truthfully, "I don't know how to curse."

Jing Hanzhang didn't believe it.

Yan Xingyu said: "But I can learn."

Jing Hanzhang: "???"

Jing Hanzhang's brows were almost knit together, seeing Yan Xingyu meekly saying that he could learn to swear, he couldn't tell whether he was serious or just choking himself.

Yan Xingyu's words were not false, he was a fast learner, and all the books in the library in the temple had been memorized by heart over the years, the reason why he left Hanruo Temple and returned to Beijing was also related to having no books to read.

Trapped in a corner, ignorant of the vastness of the world, spend his whole life doing nothing.

Yan Xingyu didn't want such a life.

Yan Xingyu saw that Jing Hanzhang was sitting very firmly, and he didn't seem to intend to leave, so he could only tentatively ask: "Your Highness has seen the deer, is there anything else you want to order?"

He had issued the eviction order openly and aboveboard, but Jing Hanzhang deliberately pretended not to understand, leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, and ordered Aman to bring him wine, without treating himself as an outsider at all.

Aman murmured: "Our young master doesn't drink alcohol."

Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows: "So?"

Is there any necessary connection between your son not drinking and me wanting to drink?

Aman: "..."

Aman had no choice but to run out and ask Uncle Zhao for it.

Yan Xingyu reminded at the right time: "Your Highness."

"What's the rush?" Jing Hanzhang said, "Look at this day, it's probably going to snow. The last time we exchanged souls, it was a snowy night. Today we just have to try again."

Yan Xingyu was taken aback: "You want to stay in the prime minister's residence?"

Jing Hanzhang nodded, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

Yan Xingyu reminded him: "Your Highness, this is against the rules."

Jing Hanzhang was arrogant and domineering, he tilted his legs on the table, and there was a bang.

"My Highness is the rules. If you say which rule is not in line, point it out, and I will ask someone to change it immediately."

Yan Xingyu: "..."