Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 81 Footprints

Yan Xingyu said that he understood, Jing Hanzhang was in a panic, but he didn't dare to ask, lest Yan Xingyu say any other provocative words, he would not sleep this night.

His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince stayed up until midnight, until Yan Xingyu fell into a deep sleep, he muttered for a long time and fell asleep angrily.

Early the next morning, when the guards came to call him, he almost didn't get up.

Yan Xingyu was still sleeping under the quilt, Jing Hanzhang sat up and rubbed his eyes, and walked out of the inner room lightly.

The personal guard bowed and said, "There is news from the palace that His Majesty is ill again."

Jing Hanzhang, who was putting on his boots, was taken aback for a moment, frowned, and said after a while: "Okay, I see, I will go to the palace later."

After the personal guard left, Jing Hanzhang, who was dressed, walked back to the inner room, sat on the edge of the bed and called him softly: "Xing Yu?"

Yan Xingyu was sleepy and staring, his eyes could not be opened. He didn't want to talk, so he buried his head on the soft pillow, and said vaguely and perfunctorily: "Da da da?"

Jing Hanzhang: "Well, da da da. I have to go to the palace, and I'm afraid it will take half a day to come back."

It took Yan Xingyu a while to understand the meaning of this sentence, before he woke up, he stretched out his hand from the quilt and grabbed Jing Hanzhang's hand: "Don't go, Your Highness won't go."

"I don't want to go either." Jing Hanzhang gently picked him up, "But I don't want you to go to the palace to make yourself unhappy, be good, just half a day, I will come back to have dinner with you at noon, okay?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "No."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

It was the first time that Jing Hanzhang knew that Yan Xingyu was so clingy, he was happy and helpless, he hugged Yan Xingyu and shook it gently, thinking hard: "Then what should I do?"

Yan Xingyu also followed his words, repeating sleepily: "Then what should we do?"

Jing Hanzhang couldn't help laughing.

But the emperor was his biological father no matter what, he couldn't even take a look at him, Jing Hanzhang coaxed him patiently for a long time before Yan Xingyu reluctantly let go.

"Okay then." Yan Xingyu finally opened his eyes, looked at him sleepily, and said, "Then when you come back, give me candy."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback, with a strange look on his face: "What kind of candy?"

Yan Xingyu said: "What I say candy is what kind of candy."

Jing Hanzhang didn't want to let himself get sidetracked, coughed dryly, and said, "Okay."

Only then did Yan Xingyu reluctantly let him go, and before he left, he asked for Jing Hanzhang's outer robe, and went to sleep again in the cage while holding the clothes full of Jing Hanzhang's breath.

When I woke up again, it was almost noon.

Yan Xingyu got up wrapped in Jing Hanzhang's robes, ate something lazily, and drank a bowl of medicine.

Without Jing Hanzhang and without copying Buddhist scriptures, Yan Xingyu realized that his daily life was so boring that he could only stay in a daze.

Yan Xingyu let himself go, lost his mind for a while, and suddenly seemed to think of something, adjusted his loose robe, got up and went to the side courtyard.

Yu Xi was drying medicine in the yard, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Yan Xingyu walking slowly, and hurriedly raised his voice: "Xingyu, you are here."

The sound was so loud that it directly woke up Feng Chenzhou who was sleeping on the beam. He shuddered violently and almost fell off the beam.

Yan Xingyu nodded, and held a small box in his hand. There seemed to be something in it, and there was a soft sound of hitting the wooden box as he walked away.

He went to sit on the swing chair under the walnut tree, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, squinted his eyes, and said, "Feng Chenzhou, come and help me rock the swing."

Feng Chenzhou appeared in front of him almost instantly, touched the ground on one knee, without daring to look up, he said dully: "My lord."

Yan Xingyu responded casually: "Push."

Feng Chenzhou didn't dare to breathe, walked behind Yan Xingyu and gently pushed the swing chair for him.

Not long after Yan Xingyu woke up, he began to feel drowsy after sitting on the swing chair for a while, as if he had long forgotten about the bet with Feng Chenzhou.

Yu Xi spread the medicine, went back to the room and took out a box, said: "This is from the National Teacher's Mansion a few days ago, and it is said that you want to open it yourself."

Yan Xingyu had lost interest in everything, and without opening his eyes, he said casually, "Open it."

Yu Xi opened the box, and inside was a letter and a jade tablet.

Yu Xi: "Letter."

Yan Xingyu: "Read."

Yuxi was about to recite, Yan Xingyu suddenly opened one eye, glanced at Feng Chenzhou who was kneeling on one knee and pretended to be dead, and smiled with lips curled up: "Let Master Feng read it."

Yu Xi was taken aback, and handed the letter to Feng Chenzhou.

Feng Chenzhou saw that he was still useful, so he hurriedly took the letter and started to read it.

"Xiao Yuer kisses me."

Yan Xingyu frowned, and directly stepped on Feng Chenzhou's knee. Without blinking his eyes, he said with a half-smile: "The person who reads the letter to me can't say one more word of nonsense, don't you?" Know the rules?"

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Feng Chenzhou really didn't understand, so he took a quick glance and concluded: "The national teacher said that no matter who you are, he is his junior brother, and he will help you in whatever you want."

Yan Xingyu tilted his head thoughtfully, but forgot to bring his feet back, and almost used Feng Chenzhou's knees as a wooden stool, lazily resting on it.

This was almost a humiliating move for others, but Feng Chenzhou was not dissatisfied at all.

Yan Xingyu took the jade tablet over and looked at it repeatedly.

The national teacher has been in the capital city for several years, and he already has a group of loyal followers under him, and the jade card can make those people use it for Yan Xingyu.

Yan Xingyu was fiddling with the jade tablet with his white hand, and for some reason he thought of something, so he hooked his lips into a smile.

"More than ten years ago, the power of the regent king fell to the opposition. The emperor feared him and designed him to die in battle. This move was wrong." Yan Xingyu squinted his eyes and looked at the walnut leaves, and said calmly, "What should he do? Instead of killing the regent, first remove the regent's wings."

Yu Xi raised his eyebrows and said, "The regent is really rebellious?"

"It doesn't matter if he has one or not." Yan Xingyu said, "He can win so many people to work for him willingly, in the eyes of the emperor, he deserves to die."

As Yan Xingyu said, he became impatient. He threw the jade token to Yu Xi and said, "You can figure it out. I just want to wait for the big wedding now."

Yu Xi took it, nodded, and glanced at Feng Chenzhou.

When Yan Xingyu saw Feng Chenzhou, he also remembered what he was doing here. He handed the box he had been holding to Feng Chenzhou, raised his eyebrows and said, "Choose one?"

Feng Chenzhou opened the lid of the box, revealing the same pill inside.

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Feng Chenzhou tremblingly said: "This... Is there a poison in it?"

"No." Yan Xingyu stared at him, with an inscrutable smile on his lips, "Both are poison."

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Yan Xingyu said: "Choose."

Feng Chenzhou said with difficulty: "Both are poisonous, and the left and right are dead, do I have a choice?"

Yan Xingyu rolled his eyes and said softly, "You can choose to die under the poison or my needle."

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Feng Chenzhou knew that Yan Xingyu said the same thing, if he talked nonsense, his death would be even worse, so he gritted his teeth and was cruel, squeezed one and stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.

Yan Xingyu covered the box, threw it to Yuxi casually, and said, "By the way, I have something to do today."

Yu Xi glanced at the box, smelled the smell inside and felt something strange, and took a weird look at Feng Chenzhou who had "waiting to die" written all over his face.

He put the box away and said, "What's the matter?"

Yan Xingyu propped his chin, and asked seriously: "I want to have a good time with His Highness, do you need anything?"

He had read the book "Duan Xiu and the Brothel" before, and it seemed to mention what kind of medicine Duan Xiu Huanhao needed. Since Yu Xi is a doctor, he should be the right one to find.

Yuxi: "..."

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Feng Chenzhou almost spit out the pills he swallowed because of these words, he looked at Yan Xingyu in astonishment.

Fortunately, Yu Xi is a doctor, he has long been shameless, so he was not surprised, he nodded: "Well, I'll go and make some ointment for you."

Yan Xingyu said: "I will use it in the afternoon."

Yuxi: "..."

Daytime prostitution ah this is.

Feng Chenzhou didn't even care that he would die immediately after taking the poison, his eyes widened, his lips were trembling, and he looked pitiful with his heart crushed.

Yan Xingyu looked at him in surprise: "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Feng Chenzhou's heart ached even more.

Feng Chenzhou's heart was ashamed, and this time he really began to wait for death.

After waiting for a while, Yan Xingyu had already finished drinking a cup of herbal tea, and he was still alive and well.

Yu Xi prepared the ointment, and Yan Xingyu took it without any shame and stuffed it into his sleeve.

After estimating the time, Jing Hanzhang was about to come back. He got up from the swing chair, straightened his clothes slowly, and glanced down at Feng Chenzhou.

Feng Chenzhou looked at him blankly.

Yan Xingyu laughed suddenly, he bent down and patted Feng Chenzhou's face lightly, and said softly, "You're lucky."

After all, turn around and leave.

Feng Chenzhou watched his back disappear into the doorway, and it took him a long time to look at Yuxi.

Yu Xi was crushing another pill, sniffed it, and said, "This is the poison I made from the leftover Buddha root, um, your luck is really good."

Feng Chenzhou said in astonishment: "Only one of the two is poison?"

"Well, the matter of the bet should be over like this." Yu Xi nodded, and said something for Yan Xingyu in a plausible way: "He just loves to play."

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Is there such a joker? !

Yan Xingyu, who loves to play, returned to the wing room. He put the porcelain vase on the bedside, and sat obediently in the yard waiting for Jing Hanzhang to come back.

Jing Hanzhang said that he would come back at noon when he came back at noon, and rode his horse back to the mansion through the palace gate just after noon.

Yan Xingyu was probably bored of waiting, and had already started sewing Jing Hanzhang's clothes with a needle.

He didn't know where the stink came from, and he always liked to bite Jing Hanzhang's belt, and the belt of the good clothes was bitten.

Yan Xingyu, who was digging and searching, knew that Jing Hanzhang's clothes were always expensive, so he was not willing to throw them away, so he simply took a needle to sew them for him.

Yan Xiaolu is a diligent and thrifty housekeeper.

Jing Hanzhang ran back quickly, and what he saw was Yan Xingyu sewing clothes for him gracefully with a needle.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang even had a shadow over Yan Xingyu's needle, and walked over with a strange expression.

Yan Xingyu saw him and greeted him, "How is Your Majesty?"

"I'm sick, it's nothing serious." Jing Hanzhang sat down, looked at the half-stitched belt on the shirt, and found that the needle in Yan Xingyu's hand seemed not only capable of killing people, but also good at needlework.

Seeing his eyes, Yan Xingyu smiled, and said while sewing: "When I was young, my brother wanted me to learn to hold a sword, but I was too afraid of blood, so I refused."

It is not easy to see blood in the acupuncture points of the silver needle, but it takes a very long time to hone. Fortunately, he was lucky, and after a few years, he met Yuxi, who is proficient in various acupuncture points of the human body, so he did not take too long a detour.

If someone else saw Yan Xingyu talking and laughing at Yanyan sewing clothes with murderous needles, they would probably jump off the wall and run away in fright, but Jing Hanzhang stared at him for a long time, without the slightest alienation or fear in his eyes.

Jing Hanzhang thought, it was probably the first time that the decisive Yan Xingyu used his murderous needle to lightly sew clothes for someone, as if he had revealed all his secrets in front of him.

Yan Xingyu sewed the belt skillfully, and then put the clothes back on himself. The wide sleeves covered his hands completely, but he didn't care. He seemed to like the feeling that the things belonging to Jing Hanzhang completely enveloped him.

Jing Hanzhang had lunch with him, seeing that he was extremely sleepy, he pushed off the afternoon's work and took him to take a nap together.

Jing Hanzhang's ears were red, and he pretended not to care at all, pretending to be casual and said: "What kind of candy do you want, just tell me, and I will give it to you."

The shy Seventh Highness originally wanted to hug and sleep with a hug, this level of sweetness, but Yan Xingyu, who heard this, tilted his head, pulled the hairband from his hair, and the black hair fell down , leaning on the soft pillow and looking at him lazily, slightly parting his lips.

"Xing Yu wants Huan Hao Tang."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's hand under the quilt, which was about to hug Yan Xingyu's waist secretly, froze suddenly.

This sentence was a heavy blow, and Jing Hanzhang was so stunned by the impact that he couldn't even make an expression for a while.

He looked at Yan Xingyu expressionlessly, and repeated: "Happy, good."

Yan Xingyu thought about it, and probably felt that Jing Hanzhang didn't seem to like this word, so he changed his words from Shan Ruliu: "Consummate the house."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's face was numb, Yan Xingyu leaned forward curiously, the faint scent of medicine on his body sprayed Jing Hanzhang's face, making him retreat involuntarily.

Yan Xingyu grabbed his skirt, raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you hiding?"

"No, no..." Jing Hanzhang asked Ai Ai, "Wait... wait until we get married before consummating the house."

"You and I got married, shouldn't we follow some orthodox marriage ceremony?" Yan Xingyu asked him.

Jing Hanzhang nodded.

Both of them are men, and because of the prime minister's residence, Jing Hanzhang has already made up his mind to hold the wedding ceremony only at the Seventh Prince's Mansion——Yan Xingyu got on the sedan chair from the Seventh Prince's Mansion, circled the downtown streets of the capital several times, and then returned to the palace. Go to the Seventh Prince's Mansion to worship and get married.

This kind of marriage ceremony has never been done before, but Jing Hanzhang is too presumptuous, no one will listen to persuasion, he just wants to do this.

If there hadn't been a dowry day, Jing Hanzhang would have held his nose to pick Yan Xingyu up in the sedan chair at the prime minister's mansion, but ever since he knew that there was never a good person in the whole prime minister's mansion, he felt offended whenever he heard the surname Yan—every time Seeing Yan Chenxi, he must stare for a long time, and only give up after a few words of yin and yang.

Jing Hanzhang wanted to give Yan Xingyu a magnificent gift that everyone would be envious of, and he didn't want to spoil Yan Xingyu's good mood because of those red tapes.

"In that case." Yan Xingyu took out a small porcelain vase from under the pillow, and said seriously, "It doesn't matter when the consummation occurs."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's face turned red: "No, it can't be like this!"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Those who didn't know, thought Yan Xingyu was holding poison.

"Oh." Yan Xingyu put down the porcelain bottle with some disappointment, turned over and lay back on the soft pillow, and said in a muffled voice with his back turned to him, "Then go to sleep."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Obviously it was Jing Hanzhang who refused, but after Yan Xingyu gave up, he was the one who regretted it.

Jing Hanzhang got up nervously, poked Yan Xingyu's back lightly, and said cautiously, "Xingyu?"

Yan Xingyu ignored him.

Jing Hanzhang became even more flustered. He didn't want Yan Xingyu to be unhappy at all. Seeing that he was ignoring him, he followed Yan Xingyu's call to him last night, and leaned forward and lightly bumped Yan Xingyu's back with his forehead.

But where is Jing Hanzhang Yan Xingyu's sick child? This time, he couldn't control his strength at all. Yan Xingyu was hit and fell forward, his back hurt, and he screamed.

Jing Hanzhang was frightened, and hurriedly supported him: "What's wrong? I hurt you?!"

Yan Xingyu frowned, tugged at his neckline, and said vaguely, "Back hurts."

Jing Hanzhang hurriedly took off his clothes and looked at his smooth back.

Jing Hanzhang's strength was really great, Yan Xingyu's body was too fragile, and he had a physique that easily left marks, just a moment, a small piece of the right butterfly bone was bumped red, which was extremely obvious on the white back.

Jing Hanzhang's head didn't hurt at all.

Jing Hanzhang was so distressed that he leaned forward and blew at him: "It hurts?"

Yan Xingyu's hair was piled up on his shoulders, he shrugged unnaturally, a lock of hair fell down to cover the bright red marks lightly, and whispered: "itch."

There was no need to apply medicine for this minor injury, Jing Hanzhang blew a few times guiltyly, and dared not say anything more.

Jing Hanzhang stared at Yan Xingyu's back for a long time, and said dryly: "Xingyu, you said last night...you understand, what do you understand?"

Yan Xingyu froze for a moment, then slowly turned around and faced him face to face.

"I'm already very close to Your Highness." Yan Xingyu's eyes were full of seriousness, "So I want to get closer."

Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a while before realizing that Yan Xingyu seemed to be really planning to invite him to step on the snow.

This is obviously what Jing Hanzhang has been wanting to do all these years, but when Yan Xingyu said it with such a serious expression, Jing Hanzhang didn't dare to do it.

While blushing, Jing Hanzhang thought about how to refuse, but reacted uncontrollably.

The person he was thinking of was lying next to him, and he was invited to Caijie, but he was too shy, not even daring to stretch out his hand.

Jing Hanzhang suddenly felt that his usual strength seemed to be defeated by Yan Xingyu's straightforward initiative every time, and the army retreated steadily.

His Royal Highness took a deep breath and decided to regain the initiative. He picked up the porcelain bottle with shaking hands, raised his eyebrows pretending to be experienced, and said, "Can you do it? Do you want your Highness to teach you?"

Seeing that he had taken the medicine, Yan Xingyu nodded quickly: "Your Highness teach me."

Jing Hanzhang couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his hand to pull down the second layer of bed curtain that shaded the outside to block the sunlight outside.

In the scorching summer, Jing Hanzhang stepped on the snow step by step.

***

Yan Xingyu's staff in the capital city were all in the hands of Yu Xi, and at dusk, the messenger pigeons from the Second Prince's office sent news that something important had happened.

After Yuxi received it, he didn't stop for a moment, took the letter and hurried to find Yan Xingyu, but he couldn't take charge of this matter for the time being.

But before reaching the door, Yu Xi was stopped by the guards.

Yuxi came to look for Yan Xingyu and was never stopped before, so he was a little anxious immediately: "I have something important to do with Xingyu."

The personal guard covered half of his face, and his exposed ears were slightly red, but he still said faithfully, "Your Highness and Young Master are busy with something, so it's inconvenient to see you."

Yu Xi: "Busy?"

After he finished asking, he suddenly remembered that he gave Yan Xingyu a bottle of ointment at noon.

Yuxi: "..."

Yan Xingyu lay groggy among the messy quilts, his eye circles were red, his eyelashes as black as a crow's feathers were soaked in water marks, and the water marks falling from the ends of his eyes almost wet the hair on his temples.

Jing Hanzhang gently held the back of his neck and fed him water, and gently wiped away the water marks between his lips with his fingers.

"Xing Yu?"

Yan Xingyu was terrified by the teaching. Hearing his voice, he whimpered instinctively. He struggled to open his eyes with sleepiness, and said in a hoarse voice, "I won't come. I've learned it. I don't need to teach it anymore."

As he spoke, another line of water marks fell from the end of his eyes, which couldn't be stopped.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang let out a muffled laugh.

Getting Yan Xingyu completely made Jing Hanzhang so happy that he almost went to practice the copybook. He tried his best to suppress the smirk on his lips, hugged Yan Xingyu, and asked him in a low voice: "Xingyu, you..."

Yan Xingyu hurriedly hid in his arms, interrupting Jing Hanzhang's words: "Brother, call your brother."

Jing Hanzhang burst out laughing.

After Jing Hanzhang laughed, he asked the next question with reddened ears.

"What do you think?"

He is asking about this teaching.

Yan Xingyu was so exhausted that he wished to suffocate himself under the blanket who invited Jing Hanzhang to step on the snow at noon.

He never thought that there would be something more tiring than practicing martial arts.

Yan Xingyu's face was full of sleepiness, he couldn't even lift his fingers, but he still insisted on talking to Jing Hanzhang, and the answer was naturally out of his head.

He blurted out a word: "Deep."

Jing Hanzhang's ears turned even redder, and he leaned into his ear and whispered, "It's not my fault that you yelled at the beginning."

Yan Xingyu didn't want to talk to him, he just wanted to sleep.

Jing Hanzhang asked again: "Is there anything else?"

He wanted to hear Yan Xingyu praise him.

Yan Xingyu breathed evenly and seemed to be asleep. Jing Hanzhang waited patiently for a long time before he heard Yan Xingyu panting slightly, as if he was dreaming, and spit out another word.

"rotten."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang: "??"

rotten?

What sucks? !

You make it clear!

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