Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 84 Muddy Waters

On the way to Wenxiu Building, Yan Xingyu was explaining to Jing Hanzhang in an attempt to get Jing Hanzhang to dispel the idea of ​​"harming each other".

Jing Hanzhang crossed his legs and hummed, "Didn't you say that yourself? Why are you persuading me now? Your Highness won't listen to you?"

More than two years ago, when the two souls exchanged, they cheated each other countless times.

One bears a small grudge, the other must take revenge, and they fall on each other, so they are a good match.

Yan Xingyu said: "I asked His Highness to practice calligraphy, for His Highness's benefit."

Jing Hanzhang asked: "I let you practice martial arts, isn't it for your own good?"

Yan Xingyu choked for a moment, and was rarely speechless by Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang saw that he looked a little angry with his downcast eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned forward, and said with a smile, "Are you angry?"

Yan Xingyu thought for a while, and said honestly: "Your Highness, if you say something to me again, I will start to get angry."

Jing Hanzhang laughed so much that he almost lifted his feet to the roof of the carriage: "I'm right, as long as the state officials set fire to the people and don't allow the people to light the lamps, what's the point?"

Yan Xingyu straightened the hair hanging on his shoulders, but he refused.

Jing Hanzhang snorted, and said: "After lunch, Your Highness will go back and teach you how to draw a bow. If you don't shoot all the bows every day... ten arrows, you are not allowed to sleep."

He actually wanted to say a hundred, but after thinking about it, he was still not willing.

Although Yan Xingyu has strength, but his skin is too tender, Jing Hanzhang is worried that if he pulls the string, his fingers will be scratched.

At that time, it was himself who felt distressed.

Yan Xingyu and Jing Hanzhang looked at each other, remained silent for a while, and said, "Your Highness will also write ten copybooks today."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang became interested, put his long legs on the seat next to Yan Xingyu's legs, and said foolishly: "Add ten more arrows, and we will shoot twenty arrows today."

Yan Xingyu didn't blink his eyes: "Add another ten pages, and write twenty pages."

Jing Hanzhang: "Thirty."

Yan Xingyu: "Forty pages."

"sixty!"

"one hundred."

When the two arrived at the Wenxiu Building, Yan Xingyu had already carried two hundred arrows to shoot today, and Jing Hanzhang had to fill three hundred copybooks before midnight.

Both lose.

In the end, Jing Hanzhang couldn't take it anymore, got out of the carriage and helped Yan Xingyu down while saying seriously: "Listen to your highness, let's pretend that we never mentioned what happened today."

Two hundred arrows and three hundred copybooks are fatal.

Yan Xingyu nodded gently, as if it wasn't Yan Xiaolu who just added three hundred copybooks in one go: "But didn't your highness say that he wants to teach me martial arts?"

Jing Hanzhang hurriedly said: "Is it possible to teach in a regular manner?"

Yan Xingyu tilted his head: "But I'm afraid of being tired."

People who practice martial arts can't be afraid of being tired, Jing Hanzhang knows this truth very well, and frowned slightly when he heard this sentence.

Yan Xingyu: "Cough."

Jing Hanzhang immediately said: "I will definitely not make you tired."

Only then did Yan Xingyu laugh.

The two went into the Wenxiu building, strolled to the private room on the second floor, and Jing Hanzhang was still asking: "Then my copybook for today..."

...Can I stop writing?

"Today, uh..." Yan Xingyu thought for a while, "Let's write ten more."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince is like a mourning concubine.

Before entering the private room, a familiar voice sounded from the side.

"elder brother?"

When Yan Xingyu turned his head, he happened to see Yan Weiming holding a small bag of crispy fish just out of the oven.

Yan Xingyu hadn't seen Yan Weiming for a long time since he lived in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and it was a coincidence that he happened to run into him at this time.

Two years later, Yan Weiming grew up from a half-grown brat to a handsome young man, his face was opened and his appearance was somewhat similar to Yan Xingyu's. When he saw Yan Xingyu, he hurriedly ran over with a bright smile on his face.

"Brother! Is it really you?!"

Yan Weiming ran over and was about to throw himself into Yan Xingyu's arms, but Jing Hanzhang stepped forward quickly and stopped the little boy.

Yan Weiming hung on Jing Hanzhang's arm with a dazed face, only then did he realize that Jing Hanzhang was by his side, and he hurriedly said, "I've seen Your Highness."

In the entire Yan family, Jing Hanzhang had a better impression of Yan Weiming, a silly boy with no heart. He smiled at Yan Weiming, and directly raised his hand to snatch the little crispy fish from Yan Weiming's hand.

Yan Weiming: "..."

"Your brother won't eat this, it's too oily." Jing Hanzhang pinched a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, lazily said, "My Highness will take care of it for him."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming said dryly: "It's not for my brother..."

Of course he knew that Yan Xingyu had been a vegetarian for many years and could not eat too much oily food, but seeing Jing Hanzhang ate the fish, he had no choice but to let Jing Hanzhang take it away.

Yan Xingyu folded his wide sleeves and looked at them smiling.

Jing Hanzhang said casually, "Have you eaten yet?"

Yan Weiming shook his head: "I'm here to buy fish, and I have to go back to Taixue later."

"What are you going back to, what are you going to learn? Have dinner with your brother." Jing Hanzhang snorted, grabbed Yan Weiming's neck and dragged him into the private room.

Jing Hanzhang had already ordered dishes in advance, and the table was full of vegetarian food that Yan Xingyu liked to eat, and he also added a few specially made medicinal meals, with only a few pieces of meat in it, which was very pitiful.

Yan Weiming finally met Yan Xingyu, so naturally he didn't want to leave too soon. When he entered the private room, he sat beside Yan Xingyu, looked at his brother without blinking, and chattered without stopping.

"Brother, when are you going home?"

"The copybook you wrote for me before is old, can you write another copy for Weiming?"

"I miss you so much."

Jing Hanzhang was eating small crispy fish, and when he heard this, he raised his voice in dissatisfaction: "You even wrote copybooks for others?"

Yan Xingyu looked at him helplessly: "Didn't you hate practicing calligraphy just now?"

Why do you care if I write copybooks for others?

Besides, Yan Weiming is his younger brother, although he is a little stupid, but in this capital city full of ghosts and ghosts, he is already a rare child with a heart of innocence.

When Jing Hanzhang heard this, he didn't even eat the little crispy fish he liked the most, and crossed his hands, sulking aside.

Yan Weiming looked at the aura between the two, he didn't know why, he seemed to be having a fight, but he somehow felt that something had been stuffed into his mouth, and he choked.

So sour.

The news that the emperor bestowed marriages on the seven princes of the current dynasty and the prime minister had already spread throughout the capital city. It was the first time that two men were given marriages in such an upright manner, and one of them was the emperor's favorite prince. It is guessed whether this is the emperor's means to contain the prime minister.

Yan Weiming didn't have such a dirty mind. He was very worried when he heard that the marriage was granted, but after thinking about it carefully, the seventh prince, who is usually arrogant and domineering and doesn't care about anyone, always runs to the side courtyard of the prime minister's mansion to treat him. Brother seems to be completely different from other people, and it is indeed a bit tricky.

Seeing the two of them this time, Yan Weiming felt relieved.

For a weak person like his brother, he should find someone stronger to protect him.

However, although Jing Hanzhang is favored, he doesn't know whether the prince is the second prince or the king of Rui, and he still doesn't know whether his brother will be rich in the future or fall into the dust with Jing Hanzhang.

Yan Weiming died of sorrow.

Looking at the "weak" elder brother, Yan Weiming clenched his fists and secretly cheered himself up. When he raised his head again, his eyes were full of excited flames.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu looked at him strangely, his brother...he was thinking wildly again, the way he looked at him was different.

"What's wrong?" Yan Xingyu asked directly.

"Don't worry, brother." Yan Weiming patted his chest, "I will definitely study hard, and in a few years I will get a good name in the exam. I guarantee that no one will dare to bully you."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said quietly from the side: "Do you think I'm dead?"

Yan Xingyu raised his eyebrows, but found it strange.

He used to think that his good-for-nothing younger brother would continue to be his dude under the shadow of his ancestors, and wait for the prime minister to inherit the title after a hundred years.

Yan Xingyu pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand and gently touched Yan Weiming's head, and said, "Okay."

Yan Weiming was so happy that his eyes narrowed, and he rubbed against Yan Xingyu's palm like a puppy.

Jing Hanzhang squeezed a piece of small crispy fish expressionlessly, biting it to show that he was angry and needed to be coaxed.

Yan Xingyu turned his head to look at him, with a smile on his lips, but instead of trying to coax him, he began to eat food slowly.

The smoldering fire that Jing Hanzhang hadn't seen for several months was about to stir.

The three of them finished their lunch with different thoughts. Yan Weiming estimated the time, and the Taixue class should start in the afternoon, so he got up and said goodbye.

Yan Xingyu said: "If you don't understand anything, you can come to the mansion to find me."

Yan Weiming was about to nod his head, but Jing Hanzhang smiled on the sidelines and said, "There are so many gentlemen in Taixue, why do you have to travel half the city to come to our house? You don't feel too tired."

The fact that Yan Xingyu wrote a copybook for Yan Weiming was enough to make Jing Hanzhang dissatisfied, and now he still wants to come to his house to ask something? !

Jing Hanzhang naturally refused, and made up his mind to practice calligraphy and read books when he went back, leaving Yan Xingyu's eyes on himself alone.

When Yan Weiming saw Jing Hanzhang, he wanted to chew him like a little crispy fish. He shivered and said with a dry smile, "No, no, I won't bother brother."

Only then did Jing Hanzhang look back at the cannibalism.

Jing Hanzhang also ordered sweet soup to drink later, he asked Yan Xingyu to wait here, and condescended to send Yan Weiming off.

According to his status, there was no need to send him off. Before Yan Xingyu could ask, Jing Hanzhang grabbed Yan Weiming's neck and dragged him out of the door.

The two went out to the private room and found another hidden place, sneaking around like thieves.

"There is nothing good in your family." Jing Hanzhang cut to the chase, "It's only you who treat your brother better."

Two years have passed, Jing Hanzhang still remembers Yan Weiming, that cowardly little trash crying while trying to save "Yan Xingyu".

Yan Weiming: "..."

Was it true that Jing Hanzhang was not afraid of his anger when he scolded his parents in front of him?

Fortunately, Yan Weiming also knew that his parents were really bad towards Yan Xingyu, so he didn't say much, and looked at Jing Hanzhang seriously: "What does Your Highness want me to do?"

Seeing him on the road, Jing Hanzhang hurriedly said: "Your brother and I will get married at the end of the month, and you will come to my house to accompany your brother when the time comes."

Although Yan Xingyu didn't care that he didn't have any relatives to send him to marry him, Jing Hanzhang still didn't want him to be wronged alone.

Yan Weiming was very happy: "Okay, I planned to come here secretly."

Ever since he knew that Yan Xingyu would not get into the sedan chair from the prime minister's house for his wedding, Yan Weiming had such a plan - he thought that Jing Hanzhang would not allow it.

Jing Hanzhang babbled: "When the time comes, you will have to carry your brother on the sedan chair. With your small body, can you carry your brother?"

Yan Weiming immediately patted his chest: "I'm amazing!"

Jing Hanzhang looked at him up and down, barely agreeing, anyway, Yan Xingyu was also thin, so light that he didn't weigh much in his arms.

Only then did Jing Hanzhang feel relieved.

He made up his mind and was about to leave, but Yan Weiming secretly grabbed him and whispered in his ear: "I'll tell you something, don't let my brother know."

Jing Hanzhang: "Say."

"When I entered the Wenxiu building, I met Jing Xiazhi and Jing Youzhi." Yan Weiming whispered, "They entered a private room with a man. I saw that man last year when I was hunting. , is by the side of the second prince's cronies."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback.

Yan Weiming said, a little embarrassed: "I don't know if I admit my mistake, but I just took a quick glance and didn't look at it seriously, and I don't know if it will be useful to Your Highness."

These years, Jing Xiazhi and Jing Youzhi's twins have been very low-key, and they didn't attract Jing Hanzhang's attention at all. When Yan Weiming said this suddenly, he was stunned for a while before realizing that the second prince probably wanted these two little trash Do things that you can't do outside the palace.

The second prince has been confined for too long, and even the mansion is full of Jingzhe guards arranged by the emperor. If he wants to secretly communicate with the palace, perhaps Jing Xia Zhi Jing Erzhi is a tool that can be easily used without being noticed.

Jing Hanzhang took a light breath and nodded: "Yes, I see."

The matter of seizing the throne was all a conspiracy, and a single detail could determine success or failure. No matter how stupid Yan Weiming was, he knew that he wanted to find an opportunity to secretly tell Jing Hanzhang, but he did not expect to meet him by such a coincidence.

Jing Hanzhang looked at the young boy, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not a big deal, why don't you let me tell your brother?"

Yan Weiming said eloquently: "My brother just wants to eat vegetarian food, pray to Buddha, and live in a corner. I don't want him to be contaminated with a little bit of muddy water in the capital city."

He looked at Jing Hanzhang expectantly: "Your Highness won't tell him?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang looked at Yan Weiming strangely for a while, then nodded slightly.

Silly boy, your brother did not touch the muddy water at all, he was the one standing on the bank and laughing to stir up the muddy water.

The author has something to say: Yan Weiming: My brother is so weak! ! ! QQ