Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 9

Naturally, Yan Xingyu couldn't tell which rule was not in compliance, so he reluctantly agreed.

Soon, Aman brought the wine, and Uncle Zhao followed. Hearing that His Highness the Seventh Prince was going to stay at the Prime Minister's mansion today, he was so frightened that he hurriedly asked someone to clean up the guest room.

Jing Hanzhang drank half a glass of wine by himself, and saw Yan Xingyu sitting there absent-mindedly flicking the beads. The sound of the beads hitting lightly made Jing Hanzhang's teeth ache. He frowned and said, "Yan Xingyu."

Yan Xingyu was in a trance, but he didn't respond.

Jing Hanzhang put down the wine glass and said louder: "Yan Xinglu!"

Only then did Yan Xingyu suddenly come to his senses, and looked at him in confusion: "Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang snorted, and said: "You are still in a daze in front of me, what are you planning?"

Yan Xingyu glanced at him, then quickly lowered his eyelashes, and said, "Xingyu is thinking, when will His Highness promise me the 100 taels of silver?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was stunned, he said in astonishment: "You can think of 100 taels of silver so fascinated?"

Yan Xingyu didn't feel ashamed to ask people for money, he looked at Jing Hanzhang and nodded seriously: "Didn't your Highness promise me?"

Now that it has been promised, the silver is his.

Jing Hanzhang believed that he had experienced great storms, and had seen countless strange people over the years, but he had never seen anything like Yan Xingyu.

This is too... straightforward.

Jing Hanzhang looked at him strangely for a long time, then took off the jade pendant on his waistband, threw it over casually, and said angrily: "Take it, this jade pendant is enough to worth 100 taels of silver."

Yan Xingyu raised his hand to pick it up, and the tassels of the jade tag twirled lightly around his fingers and landed on his palm. He looked at it carefully for a long time in front of Jing Hanzhang, and then rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, I Let Aman go to the pawn shop to change money."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang had already sent the jade pendant away, but he didn't expect that this person would pawn the jade pendant in front of him without even covering it up.

Although it is said that the jade pendant is in Yan Xingyu's hands and he can dispose of it, but this is the prince's jade pendant, doesn't he want to treasure it?

Could the jade pendant he gave be less attractive than a mere 100 taels of silver? !

The more Jing Hanzhang thought about it, the more angry he got up, he walked up to Yan Xingyu with his long legs, and stretched out his hand to snatch the jade pendant from Yan Xingyu's hand.

Yan Xingyu hurriedly leaned back, hid the jade pendant behind his back, looked at Jing Hanzhang with wide eyes, and his eyes were full of rare panic: "Your Highness, what Your Highness does, this is already mine."

Jing Hanzhang didn't see Yan Xingyu so flustered when he exposed him at the National Teacher's Mansion.

Jing Hanzhang stared at him: "Give it back to me, and I'll give you the money directly."

Yan Xingyu hesitated: "But didn't you say that this jade pendant is far more than 100 taels?"

His Highness Seven, who was cheated for the first time in his life, felt incredible: "What on earth do you mean?! My Highness took back my jade pendant, should I give you more money?"

Yan Xingyu loved money and spared his life, so he nodded timidly.

Jing Hanzhang...Jing Hanzhang was about to be laughed at by him: "You are the son of the prime minister, do you want to cheat even this little money?!"

Yan Xingyu retracted half of his face into the collar of his cloak again, with resistance written all over his body—exactly the same as the way he fled when he was about to pay for his clothes just now.

No one dared to provoke Jing Hanzhang in the capital, no matter how dandy he was, he always flattered and flattered him. He was praised too high for a long time, and this was the first time Jing Hanzhang saw someone who dared to deceive him for money openly.

It's just that his first reaction was not to be so angry that he wanted to breathe fire, but to be ridiculous.

Jing Hanzhang thought to himself, why is he so bold?Could it be that his own fierce reputation has lost its power?

Jing Hanzhang stared at the little beauty who kept shrinking into the cloak, and suddenly lost his temper.

He directly raised his hand to untie the belt of the cloak, Yan Xingyu shrank, his collar suddenly opened, he immediately reached out to cover his face, but Jing Hanzhang grabbed his wrist.

"Hiding for what?" Jing Hanzhang said, "I can't see your face if I hide in my clothes?"

Yan Xingyu refused to meet his gaze, and whispered something.

Jing Hanzhang didn't hear clearly, he pinched a strand of hair hanging on his shoulders, and said impatiently, "What? Louder."

Yan Xingyu said: "150 taels, I will return it to Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was annoyed, pinched his cheek and pulled it aside, gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Xingyu, why are you so capable? Hmm? In less than half a quarter of an hour, you made 50 taels in just one turn. You sit on the ground and start the price There really is a set."

Yan Xingyu raised his head meekly, allowing him to tear his face, his eyes were full of "you can tear your face, but you still have to give money".

Jing Hanzhang smiled angrily when he saw his appearance of loving money like his life.

"150 taels, right?" Jing Hanzhang raised his hand and grabbed his skirt, showing Yan Xingyu his ripped clothes, "The material of my clothes is a gift from the emperor, so it would cost a few hundred taels in silver."

Yan Xingyu's eyes widened, "How, what, can, can?" was written all over his face.

Jing Hanzhang was overjoyed to see that Yan Xingyu had completely lost the ease he had before. He finally knew what the weakness of this little beauty was.

"How about this, I won't say much." Jing Hanzhang said, "Just treat it as 200 taels for this dress, offset the 150 taels you just said, and you still have to pay me 50 taels."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang stretched out his hand and looked at him with a half-smile: "My lord, give it."

Yan Xingyu stared at him blankly, then suddenly raised his hand to cover his heart.

Jing Hanzhang had sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed his wrist, restrained his movements, and said with a smile: "Don't try to pretend to be sick, I won't take your tricks anymore."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu couldn't say no to him, so he could only hold back the jade pendant hidden behind him by the tassels, handed it to Jing Hanzhang with his eyes closed, and said in a low voice, "Return, return it to Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang deliberately teased him: "Don't want 150 taels?"

Yan Xingyu reluctantly nodded: "En."

Uncharacteristically, he directly stuffed the jade pendant into Jing Hanzhang's hand. When Jing Hanzhang refused to accept it, he opened his five fingers and pushed it hard, trying to make Jing Hanzhang forget about the compensation for the clothes.

But Jing Hanzhang refused to let go of this opportunity. After taking the jade pendant, he raised his hand to reveal the torn hole: "Then my clothes..."

Yan Xingyu didn't want to lose money, and he couldn't keep running away, so he took a breath and said tentatively, "Xingyu knows some needlework. If His Highness doesn't dislike it, I can sew the clothes as well as before."

Jing Hanzhang raised his eyebrows: "With your hands, can you still hold needles?"

Yan Xingyu nodded. After staying in Hanruo Temple for a long time, he knows everything.

Seeing that he would rather sew clothes with needles than give the 50 taels, Jing Hanzhang finally laughed and didn't continue to make trouble: "Okay, I'll have the clothes delivered tonight."

Yan Xingyu saw that he let go, and he was not ashamed to be treated as a embroidered lady, so he nodded contentedly: "Yes."

The snow did not fall until dark.

Uncle Zhao hurriedly searched for Yan Ji and came back, who knew that Yan Ji didn't care about Jing Hanzhang's staying in the prime minister's mansion at all, he just ordered to take good care of him, and then went back to the study, leaving Uncle Zhao alone to worry about it.

Jing Hanzhang didn't regard himself as an outsider, and ate dinner directly with Yan Xingyu.

For fear of neglecting the Seventh Highness, Uncle Zhao brought a table full of dishes, big fish and meat mixed with a few dishes of extremely light vegetarian dishes.

Jing Hanzhang took the main seat decisively, and picked up chopsticks to eat very bluntly.

Yan Xingyu sat across from him, picked up a chopstick of vegetarian dishes slowly, and ate slowly.

Jing Hanzhang never cared about dining etiquette, but watching Yan Xingyu eating, he suddenly felt that he...

It seems a little rough.

Jing Hanzhang stared at Yan Xingyu, who was still chewing and swallowing gracefully, and deliberately provoked: "Are you sipping tea or eating grass? Eating so slowly that you can't get full until late at night."

Yan Xingyu's appetite was extremely small, he was almost half full after just a few mouthfuls, and the smell of meat on the table made him a little uncomfortable, so he ate even less.

He shook his head, not knowing what he was denying.

Seeing that he was still gnawing grass, Jing Hanzhang grabbed a piece of meat and threw it into his bowl.

Yan Xingyu was startled, and looked at him blankly.

Jing Hanzhang looked at his small body with disgust: "You are so thin because you eat too little."

It also caused him to be pressed on the bed by a child and fed drugs after he penetrated into this body!

Yan Xingyu let out an "oh", and picked up the rice in the bowl with chopsticks.

Jing Hanzhang glanced at it accidentally, and found that he secretly stuffed the piece of meat he gave him under the rice, covering the meat as if hiding something.

He thought that the clothes were perfect, but in fact Jing Hanzhang saw it completely.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said quietly: "No matter what happens to you, do you think that as long as you hide, you won't be discovered?"

Yan Xingyu shook his hand holding the chopsticks, then raised his head, and said softly, "Xingyu...has been in the temple for a long time and cannot eat meat. I hope His Highness will forgive me."

Jing Hanzhang frowned, only then did he remember this incident.

The stomachs of people who eat vegetarian food for a long time are extremely delicate, and the meat dishes that are extremely delicious to others are like poison to them.

Jing Hanzhang had no intention of making Yan Xingyu's weak body worse, so he didn't mention it again.

After Yan Xingyu finished burying the meat, he was half full, but because Jing Hanzhang hadn't finished eating, he had to continue to bury the meat with chopsticks and rice grains.

He didn't put down his chopsticks until Jing Hanzhang finished eating.

It was already dark, and the snow still hadn't fallen.

Jing Hanzhang was a little sleepy, so he didn't stay long, and was taken to the packed guest room by his servants.

In the dead of night, Yan Xingyu sat alone in front of the charcoal basin, stretched out his jade-like hands to the charcoal fire, and gently warmed his cold hands.

Suddenly there was a very slight sound outside the window, and a figure passed by in an instant.

Without changing his face, Yan Xingyu took out a golden key from the hidden compartment of the armrest of the wheelchair.

He held the golden key and pointed it at the light of the fire, seeing the light of the gold, he seemed to like it very much.

"Holy."

Yan Xingyu murmured: "Mother."

"Jing Hanzhang."

Yan Xingyu stared at the shining golden locket in his palm, his eyes were gentle and joyful, he moved his palm lightly, watching the golden locket rolling back and forth in his palm.

At the end, he folded his palms together and said softly, "Who will want to kill me this time?"

I don't know how long it took, Aman excitedly carried a fainted person and ran in, happily said: "My lord, I caught a fresh bug, I've never seen it before!"

Yan Xingyu's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the shadow almost covered the bright mole of tears. He suddenly smiled, and the water in his eyes turned slightly, as if he was about to shed tears.

"So it's my mother."

Jin Kezi rolled straight out of his palm and hit the ground.

With a click, the sound of the jade beads falling to the ground made Jing Hanzhang shiver suddenly.

He felt as if he was sitting in a trance, but he clearly remembered that after returning to the side courtyard of the Xiangfu, he waited for a long time for the snow, and soon fell asleep.

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly sobered up.

Snow has fallen!

He opened his eyes suddenly, and when he looked down, he met a man who was staring at him with wide eyes.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang almost screamed out, but the pain from the tip of his heart made him hold back immediately.

He looked at the hand beside him, it was weak and boneless, and the skin was countless times better than all the jade materials he had carved, and it belonged exclusively to Yan Xingyu.

In the second soul exchange, Jing Hanzhang was not as panicked as the first time. He took a breath quietly, twisted his fingers unconsciously, and felt a strange touch on the pads of his thumb and index finger.

Jing Hanzhang looked down, and saw that he was holding an embroidery needle in his right hand.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

He looked up numbly, and saw that the man kneeling at his feet was dying, his eyes were wide open, and several embroidery needles had already been inserted into the acupuncture points on his neck, and the needles were almost poking toward the death points.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang didn't know if he was stunned, but his first reaction was...

"It's a good thing I didn't send the clothes over for him to sew."

Otherwise, he didn't even know if the little femme fatale in deerskin would sew clothes for him with the needles that sewed people's necks.