Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

The last time Yan Weiming suffered from aggressiveness, he was severely punished by Yan Ji. This time he behaved well, he didn't kick the door, and he didn't curse at anyone.

Jing Hanzhang propped his chin lazily, looking at Yan Weiming with slightly raised eyes.

His arrogant posture is completely different from what Yan Weiming saw last time. Yan Weiming let out a "wow", as if he caught his fox's tail, and hummed softly: "So this is your truth. face."

Everything that was as gentle as jade and elegant as before was all a fake mask!

Jing Hanzhang looked at a fool with a half-smile: "Don't you know how to salute when you see me?"

Yan Weiming was still jealous of him, pinched his nose and nodded slightly, and said vaguely: "Brother..."

Jing Hanzhang said lazily, "Speak up, I can't hear you."

Yan Weiming was humiliated: "Brother."

"What? Didn't you eat?"

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming sank his dantian, and shouted: "Brother, boss—"

Jing Hanzhang clutched his chest, as if frightened.

Yan Weiming: "???"

Yan Weiming immediately looked at the door, fearing that Uncle Zhao would come out and sue him again, he said sternly, "Yan Xingyu! You...don't do this trick again, I didn't do anything this time!"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang thought carefully about the rumors that Jiang Fenghua had told him about Yan Xingyu being ill by his younger brother's anger, and he couldn't help but laugh.

For the first time, Yan Xingyu also pretended to be sick?

That's right, with Yan Xingyu's temper, how could he suffer from a child?

Jing Hanzhang rubbed his heart, thinking it was a bit amusing, Yan Xingyu's crooked body is really suitable for pretending to be sick and making fun of others.

No wonder he always pretends to be sick and pitiful at every turn, it turns out to be so interesting.

Jing Hanzhang leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said lightly: "But I was really frightened by you, and my heart hurts."

Seeing his nonchalant appearance, Yan Weiming was sure that he was really pretending to lie to himself, so he was so angry that he said, "You! You!"

He was so angry that he turned around and left, but Jing Hanzhang didn't want him to leave so early, and said lightly, "Come back."

Yan Weiming didn't turn his head back: "I'm not going back. If you pretend to be sick again, father will definitely punish me."

Jing Hanzhang imitated Yan Xingyu's words, and said coolly: "If you don't come, I'll pretend to be sick right away, the kind of serious illness that won't wake up for half a month."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming was so angry that he kicked his feet, but he could only walk back aggrieved.

Jing Hanzhang raised his chin and said, "Say something nice to me."

Yan Weiming was almost furious, and said angrily, "Yan Xingyu, don't bully me too much!"

Jing Hanzhang said lazily: "This sentence is not good, next sentence."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming almost cried out of anger.

Jing Hanzhang gave a "tsk", why can't children be so funny nowadays?

Yan Weiming threw up his sleeves and left, but he was afraid that "Yan Xingyu" would really pretend to be sick, so he had to say aggrievedly: "Father asked me to come to you."

Jing Hanzhang curled his lips into a smile, if he could move his legs, he would have raised Erlang's legs and put on a high-spirited dandy posture: "What's the matter?"

Yan Weiming whispered: "Father said... humming."

Jing Hanzhang didn't hear clearly, and frowned, "What did Yan Ji say?"

Yan Weiming's eyes widened suddenly, and he said angrily, "How dare you call Dad by his name?!"

Jing Hanzhang didn't like Yan Ji very much, but he took up his son's body, so he had no choice but to "do as the Romans do", rolling his eyes and reluctantly saying, "Father."

Yan Weiming: "..."

His brother is really sick!

Jing Hanzhang called Yan Ji "Father" in vain, and then caught his son and bullied him: "Say it, if you linger any longer, I'll just fall to the ground and tell others that you pushed me."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming took a deep breath to save himself from crying, and reluctantly said, "Father said that you have read poetry and books and are full of economics, so let me come to you to learn your homework."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was expressionless: "See off the guests."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming hurriedly said: "Father told you to teach me, you can't do this."

Jing Hanzhang was annoyed as soon as he heard about homework, and he would throw Jiang Fenghua his own, let alone others.

He said impatiently: "I can choose not to teach, anyway, Yan... Father didn't tell me to teach you."

Yan Weiming stomped anxiously: "But but..."

As soon as Jing Hanzhang saw his reluctance but still insistence, he probably knew that Yan Ji had ordered him to learn from Yan Xingyu, so he snorted coldly: "It's none of my business, unless you let father and I said."

Yan Weiming didn't want to follow "Yan Xingyu" to learn the Four Books and Five Classics, and it was extremely humiliating to be forced by Yan Ji to ask Yan Xingyu to teach him, let alone "Yan Xingyu" didn't want to teach him.

Yan Weiming was so wronged that he was about to cry, but he still insisted and refused to leave.

Jing Hanzhang has a heart of stone, he doesn't even look at him, and plays with the beads casually.

Yan Weiming relied on his status to be domineering in the capital for many years, and the friends he made were also the most dandy.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, it is the extremely important age when one's mind is first formed, but this child hangs out with a group of cronies all day long, and I don't know how many people are secretly watching the Xiangfu's jokes.

Yan Ji is always busy with government affairs and rarely cares about him. This time, I don't know if he saw that if Yan Weiming didn't care about teaching anymore, he might really become a fool. That's why he was forced to learn something from Yan Xingyu. The meaning of letting the two brothers ease the relationship is inside.

If Yan Xingyu was here in person, he might have agreed right away.

But it's a pity that the ignorant Jing Hanzhang is in this body now.

Jing Hanzhang thought sullenly: "I can even mispronounce 'weary victory', expect me to teach others? There is no way."

Let's wait for Yan Xingyu to come back.

***

In the palace, the South Study Room.

The knuckles of Taifu Lin holding the book turned white. He looked indifferently at the "Seventh Highness" who talked eloquently, and suddenly felt that he should be like a holy majesty asking for a ruler, and hitting him with peach blossoms everywhere.

Yan Xingyu was very loyal to his duty, following Jing Hanzhang's idiot temperament, he uttered nonsense throughout the article, thoroughly refuting the policy theory that Taifu Lin had just taught, with a clean-eyed aura revealed between the lines.

Jiang Fenghua was so frightened that he went crazy, he tried his best to tug on his sleeve to make him stop talking, this grand tutor will not be soft-hearted when punishing others.

Yan Xingyu's temper looks calm and breezy, besides having a petty temper that loves money, he also has petty grudges.

He was already angry that Jing Hanzhang had cheated him of a golden scorpion, and with Jiang Fenghua's words, "Weak and cowardly, he is best suited for copying books", and immediately the anger came slowly.

Yan Xingyu couldn't take revenge openly, he could only make a small trip secretly.

Copy books, right? Then copy enough.

Anyway, after the soul swap came back, he was not the one who was punished.

Taifu Lin tapped on the table lightly, and said calmly: "Your Highness, do you know how many books are cited in this theory?"

Yan Xingyu naturally knew about it, but Jing Hanzhang didn't.

He shook his head: "I don't know."

"Very good." Taifu Lin raised his hand and brushed the three books on the table to the ground, and said slowly, "Then His Highness, please copy all these books."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

Jiang Fenghua almost went crazy, and hurriedly said, "Teacher!"

Taifu Lin didn't lift his eyelids: "Five times."

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

Yan Xingyu raised his eyebrows, imitating Jing Hanzhang's temperament, and said: "Copying these books is useless, why should the Taifu punish me for useless work?"

Lin Taifu said: "If you copy it ten times, you will know whether it is useful or not."

After all, he said coldly: "Give me the book in three days—get out of class is over."

Get up and walk slowly.

Jiang Fenghua murmured as if mourning his concubine: "Ten times... Woo!"

Yan Xingyu achieved his goal, and ignored Jiang Fenghua, got up and went to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to find the national teacher.

Jiang Fenghua hurriedly followed: "Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Yan Xingyu still walked very slowly, and it felt good to stand up again, but his legs were still not used to it, and sometimes he would fall to the ground when he walked in a hurry.

Jiang Fenghua quickly followed, sweating profusely, and said, "Your Highness, Taifu Lin hates others to refute his theories. You really made him angry this time. Ten times... Chen Zhen There's nothing you can do!"

"If you can't do anything, don't copy it." Yan Xingyu thought about Jing Hanzhang's temperament, and said very arrogantly, "Anyway, it's not you who are punished."

Jiang Fenghua was taken aback for a moment, tasted the meaning of this sentence, and said slowly: "You mean, you... copied it yourself?"

Yan Xingyu said, "Naturally."

Jiang Fenghua looked at him speechlessly, as if he didn't expect him to take the initiative to copy the book.

Yan Xingyu looked at him: "Is there anything else?"

Jiang Fenghua shook his head: "It's gone."

What he usually does most is to copy books for His Highness, and now that he is not allowed to do this, Jiang Fenghua doesn't know what use he has in the palace.

Yan Xingyu didn't say much to him, and continued to walk forward. He was afraid that the national teacher would leave, so he walked a little faster, and at the corner, he directly kicked his left foot with his right foot, almost falling to the ground.

Jiang Fenghua: "..."

Your Highness is indeed very strange today.

Yan Xingyu soon arrived at the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Coincidentally, the national teacher just came out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, wearing a snow-white monk robe that was extremely eye-catching.

"Teacher... the national teacher!"

As soon as the national teacher turned his head, he saw the "Seventh Highness" limping towards him. He clasped his hands together and saluted, "Seventh Highness."

Yan Xingyu walked up to him, raised his hand and tapped on his arm twice, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, it's me."

National Division:"……"

Finally, some cracks appeared on the handsome face of the national teacher. He looked Yan Xingyu up and down: "Is it really you?"

Yan Xingyu nodded.

It was inconvenient for the two of them to talk about the past at the gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, so they had to walk out slowly.

When I arrived at the Imperial Garden, I realized that there was no one around, so the national teacher frowned and said: "Yesterday Your Majesty let me into the palace and talked about the strange sky. I probably knew that it was you who exchanged."

Yan Xingyu: "Brother, how can I get it back?"

The national teacher sighed and said, "I don't know either."

Yan Xingyu was taken aback, he had too much trust in his senior brother, and thought that as long as the national teacher saw him, he would be able to exchange his soul back directly - otherwise he wouldn't have cheated Jing Hanzhang like this.

He frowned, and finally worried: "Is this really sorcery?"

The national teacher sighed: "I want to go back and look through the ancient books. If it is really a sorcery, there must be a way to break it."

Yan Xingyu saw that there was hope, and said: "Okay, when will there be a solution?"

He and Jing Hanzhang had exchanged last night, and they thought they would come back like last time after waking up early, but there has been no movement until now.

Yan Xingyu suddenly had a premonition that they probably wouldn't easily switch back this time.

The national teacher thought for a while, then said in a gentle voice, "It will take about three or four days."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu was expressionless: "How many days does senior brother say?"

"Three or four days."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

So those ten books... want me to copy them myself?