Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Jing Hanzhang had been spot-checked and endorsed by Mrs. Lin in the South Study Room, and had played a scoundrel several times but failed to skip class and leave the palace. When he was agitated, he was suddenly replaced.

Jing Hanzhang was mixed with sorrow and joy.

The sad thing is that he is going to drink bitter medicine in the sick shell again, and has not yet preserved it;

The joy is that there is no need to endorse, and I can also settle the trouble for that little idiot Yan Weiming.

Jing Hanzhang scanned the surroundings, and saw that the pitching should have just started, and Yan Weiming was still humming angrily. He probably hadn't lost a game yet, so he felt relieved.

If you drink medicine, you can drink medicine, anyway, you don't need to endorse it.

Jing Hanzhang lazily played with the arrow in his hand, the slender arrow could almost turn into flowers on his fingers.

Seeing his posture, Chang Xiao, who had been timid just now, suddenly lost his courage for some reason.

At this moment, Yan Weiming ran back aggressively, opened his hands in front of Jing Hanzhang as if protecting a child, and glared at Chang Xiao: "I told you not to approach my brother!"

Chang Xiao took half a step back, and said with a smile: "Don't be angry for the sake of understanding, I just saw that the eldest son seemed to be playing throwing pots for the first time, thinking..."

"What do you think?" Yan Weiming usually hangs out with him, and vaguely knows what kind of virtue he is. He interrupted him in a low voice, and said fiercely, "My brother hits every shot! Even if it's the first time he can beat you!"

Chang Xiao glanced at Jing Hanzhang.

The boy in the wheelchair was still playing with the arrow lazily, his wide sleeves were slightly drooping down, revealing a slender wrist that could be wrapped around with one hand - those hands seemed to be struggling even to hold the arrow, and I was afraid that he would throw it again. After a few arrows, there is no strength left.

crack shot?

Chang Xiao felt a little funny in his heart, if the first arrow hadn't been for the red bean, it would definitely not be able to enter the pot. Where did Yan Weiming have the confidence to be so conceited?

Chang Xiao stepped aside and signaled Jing Hanzhang to throw the pot.

Jing Hanzhang has been looking at him with a half-smile, no matter how well protected the royal family is, there is no guarantee that they will not be half-calculated, and Chang Xiao's small abacus can be seen at a glance by Jing Hanzhang.

He pretended he didn't see it, and flexibly hooked the arrow around twice with his fingers, without looking at it at all, and threw it behind the screen casually.

With a crisp sound, the arrow rubbed against the edge of the pot again, narrowly sticking into the red bean.

Yan Weiming leaned on the screen to watch, seeing the arrows piercing so dangerously, he almost stopped breathing in shock.

He ran back with his back turned to Chang Xiao and winked desperately at his brother.

"Brother! Brother, what happened to your perfect shot that night?! Kill them quickly!"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, but said nothing.

Chang Xiao sneered in his heart, he really thought so, this time the arrow is more dangerous than the first one, and the next one probably won't hit.

Continuing with the third arrow, Chang Xiao pretended to be unrestrained, and his every move was personable. After gracefully throwing the arrow into the pot perfectly, there was a burst of cheers from around.

He tilted his head to look at Jing Hanzhang proudly, but found that the little beauty didn't look at him at all, and was talking to Yan Weiming.

Chang Xiao: "..."

Chang Xiao was suddenly a little annoyed.

Jing Hanzhang said: "How much money do you have now?"

"There are still 50 taels." Yan Weiming had a bitter face. No matter how stupid he was, he could see that his brother didn't seem to be able to throw pots very much. He said dejectedly, "Brother, do you only know how to throw crossbows, and you don't know how to throw pots?"

Jing Hanzhang snorted, "Your brother, why can't I?"

But Yan Weiming didn't dare to believe him heartlessly any more, and counted money there with a mournful face.

He was careless, the crossbow felt different from throwing the pot, and his brother had never thrown the pot before, so it must have been difficult.

Jing Hanzhang didn't care about Yan Weiming, and threw the arrow towards the screen again casually.

This time, the sound of an arrow falling to the ground was extremely obvious.

Si She said: "Missed."

Yan Weiming jumped up in fright, and ran over quickly, only to find that he really missed.

Jing Hanzhang propped his chin, and lazily looked at Chang Xiao who couldn't hide his joy: "How much money do you have for one?"

The rules of throwing pots are not the same, Chang Xiao is not short of money at all now, he said with a smile: "It's normal for young master to take off the pot when playing throwing pots for the first time, this time it won't be counted as money."

Si She, who was invited by Chang Xiao, said from the side: "Don't lose the prize in the first round. If you are rewarded, young master, you can replace it with wine."

As he spoke, the attendant at the side brought the wine glass over.

Jing Hanzhang smiled but said: "If you are a son, I won't show you face?"

Chang Xiao and Si She were both startled.

Looking at Yan Xingyu, who was as gentle as jade and who grew up in a temple, they thought it was easy to handle, but they didn't expect him to choke on him directly.

Jing Hanzhang grabbed the tassels of Yan Weiming's purse and shook it, looking at Chang Xiao with a cold look in his eyes, he smiled and said, "50 taels of silver just wants to be exchanged for the prime minister's son to accompany the wine, Mr. Chang knows how to do business."

Chang Xiao froze.

It's too ironic for an adult to shout.

Jing Hanzhang threw the money bag directly to Si She, and said indifferently: "Take it, my Xiangfu has not reached the point where I can't afford to lose even 50 taels."

Si She took the money bag and looked at Chang Xiao.

Chang Xiao's face was so swayed, and his face was a little bit uncomfortable, but even if Yan Xingyu was not favored, his status and status were not something he could afford, so he forced a smile: "Young master said so."

After he finished speaking, he glared at Si She, and said, "What kind of prize is not a prize, you won't lose as many lives as you have offended the young master!"

Seeing this, Si She quickly pleaded guilty and begged for mercy.

Jing Hanzhang waved his hand casually and didn't care too much.

This Chang Xiao had some tricks, knowing that he couldn't say such words himself, so he found a gunman.

When Yan Weiming came back and saw that his money bag was in the hands of the shooter, he was so wronged that he almost cried, but he could only bear it in front of outsiders.

He stood beside Jing Hanzhang, with a look of "I just lost a game, I don't care".

The dudes who had heard him brag about how powerful "Yan Xingyu" was yesterday all secretly laughed when they saw this, but Yan Weiming glanced at him inadvertently, and his face was a little panicked with embarrassment.

Just now, Jing Hanzhang choked him directly, and everyone around him looked at him, Chang Xiao's face was a bit ugly.

If it was said that before, he still wanted to establish a good relationship with "Yan Xingyu" and leave a good impression, but now he has no such plan at all.

He wanted to use the pitching pot to completely defeat this arrogant person, and he could no longer act so arrogantly in front of him.

Chang Xiao took out the third arrow and was about to throw it into the pot, but Jing Hanzhang suddenly said, "If you shoot one by one, when will it be compared?"

Chang Xiao paused.

Jing Hanzhang looked at the falling snow outside the window, and knew that if the sick man's body was blown by the wind, he might lie on the couch for many days.

"One game will determine the outcome." Jing Hanzhang frowned and said, "I'm still waiting to go back."

Chang Xiao looked at him suspiciously: "A game?"

Jing Hanzhang nodded: "Well, there are only ten arrows, whoever shoots more will win."

Including Chang Xiao, everyone present laughed in their hearts.

As for Jing Hanzhang's jerky throwing posture just now, if the competition is sure to be a complete loss, what kind of confidence did he use to propose a game to determine the outcome?

Even Yan Weiming is not as arrogant as him, is he?

Neither did Yan Weiming, who was petrified.

He hurriedly tugged on Jing Hanzhang's sleeve, and hurriedly said: "Brother, calm down, you didn't hit every single shot with your three arrows just now, let alone ten."

Yan Weiming was about to plead in a low voice: "Weiming really has no silver taels. If I lose another 500 taels in ten games, my father will definitely break my leg. At that time, I will have to lend me my wheelchair."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was almost amused by him.

He touched his chin and thought for a while: "That's right."

Yan Weiming thought he had changed his mind, so he was overjoyed.

But before the joy was over, I heard Jing Hanzhang say: "Then how about 1000 taels for a game?"

Chang Xiao: "..."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Yan Weiming's eyes darkened.

500 taels for breaking one leg, and 1000 taels for both of his legs. At that time, I really have to borrow his brother's wheelchair.

Chang Xiao looked at Jing Hanzhang, and didn't understand why he didn't know how to throw pots, but he wanted to kill himself like this, throwing 1000 taels for nothing.

Could it be that he was hiding his clumsiness just now?

But it's not right, the three arrows are very dangerous every time, even if they are clumsy, they can't be so accurate?

Let's talk about a person who grew up in a temple, how can he be so accurate?

Chang Xiao fell into deep thought, Jing Hanzhang saw this, and said slowly: "If I lose, I will accompany you as much wine as you want."

Chang Xiao raised his eyes sharply.

As soon as Jing Hanzhang saw his reaction, he knew that he had guessed right. The son of the Minister of Rites was really so bold that even the prime minister dared to plot and pour alcohol?

Jing Han's eyes became even colder.

Chang Xiao looked at him for a long time before whispering, "Okay."

Jing Hanzhang smiled even wider.

Yan Weiming, however, seemed to be mourning his concubine, almost slumped on the ground while leaning on the armrest of his wheelchair.

Jing Hanzhang didn't think it was enough, and added fuel to the fire: "It's boring to be separated by a screen. Since you are blind, then cover your eyes with a handkerchief."

Chang Xiao hesitated for a moment, and the people beside him whispered.

"Does this Prime Minister know that he will lose, and deliberately increase the difficulty?"

"Then why is he competing, since he is going to lose."

"Who knows? Maybe I've been in the backcountry for a long time, and I'm conceited."

Jing Hanzhang's hearing is very good, he pretended he didn't hear it, and asked Chang Xiao, "How is it?"

Chang Xiao also heard about Yan Xingyu, and seeing that he was so tricky playing pitching pots, maybe it was really just a weird temper.

"it is good."

Soon, Si She pushed the screen out, and even poured out the red beans in the pot.

Without red beans, the arrows thrown in the past are easier to fly out.

Jing Hanzhang didn't care at all, he looked confident.

Yan Weiming's face turned pale, and he tried to dissuade him several times but held back.

He was the one who dragged his brother to throw the pot, even if he lost, he couldn't blame "Yan Xingyu".

Chang Xiao casts first, he is used to throwing pots, but he rarely plays this kind of blind throwing.

Fortunately, he had already remembered where the pot was, and just now the three arrows had found the right feel, holding an arrow, and carefully threw one by one.

One, two, three...

Out of ten arrows, he hit nine of them, and the last one got out of the pot because the first few arrows skewed the pot a little bit.

But nine is pretty good.

Jing Hanzhang propped his head and watched boredly, and had to admit that this Chang Xiao did have some skills, but his thoughts were not on the right track.

After the ten pieces were over, all the people who came to watch from the private room on the second floor of Shangfeng Building gave a round of applause.

Chang Xiao took off the handkerchief, saw that only one arrow fell on the ground, and the corner of his lips curled up, quite proud.

He handed the handkerchief to Jing Hanzhang, raised his eyebrows and said, "My lord, please."

Jing Hanzhang didn't even look at him, and said to Yan Weiming, "Bring me a new handkerchief."

Chang Xiao: "..."

The corners of Chang Xiao's lips twitched, his face turned green.

Do you think he is dirty? !

Yan Weiming was touching his leg, as if saying goodbye, but now seeing Chang Xiao's ugly face, he felt better, got up quickly, and said, "Okay!"

Soon, Jing Hanzhang covered his eyes with a handkerchief, and gently stroked the handful of arrows in his hand with his fingers.

The little idiot probably lost so much last time, and it was estimated that there was as little as 1000 taels.

Jing Hanzhang raised his hand to hold an arrow, as if he was playing, and threw it out casually.

Right in the heart of the pot.

Chang Xiao glanced at it, but didn't think much of it.

A blind cat meets a dead mouse.

Jing Hanzhang raised his hand again, and the second arrow also flew out.

Yan Weiming already covered his eyes and dared not look at it.

In his opinion, what Jing Hanzhang threw was not an arrow, but a piece of wood that hit his legs.

"I won't brag outside again from now on!" Yan Weiming almost cried, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was his own doing, and everyone knew that he would publicize even a small matter, and he would embarrass the Xiangfu for nothing.

He had imagined how people outside would laugh at Xiangfu after today's news got out.

Yan Weiming was immersed in his own miserable and dark little world, completely ignoring the sudden changes outside.

When the second arrow hit, Chang Xiao didn't feel anything wrong, but the third and fourth arrows hit the pot accurately one after another, and he finally realized something was wrong.

This person's posture is indeed the first time to play throwing pots, but his hands are extremely steady, and his aim is extremely high. Sometimes after almost falling out of the pot, the next arrow will be adjusted accordingly, and he will hit the pot steadily again.

Chang Xiao looked at it, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

When the seventh and eighth arrows hit one after another, he completely panicked.

The onlookers were also shocked and stared dumbfounded.

As for Jing Hanzhang's arrow that took off the pot just now, everyone already knew that he was a half-baked guy who didn't know how to throw pots. They were waiting to see a good show, but they didn't watch the good show when Mr. Xiangguo was embarrassed, but they saw another good show. .

This Yan Xingyu turned out to be a master at throwing pots.

Chang Xiao watched him touch the ninth arrow, with cold sweat dripping down his face. 1000 taels is not too much, but it is not too much. The most important thing is, if he loses today, the whole city of Kyoto may not be as good as before night. The fact that he lost to a paralyzed disaster star can be spread to everyone.

Seeing that the ninth arrow had been stably inserted into the pot, everyone around was cheering and cheering, and even Si She couldn't help but say hello.

Chang Xiao took a deep breath, looking at Jing Hanzhang with cold eyes.

In the last one, no matter what, he couldn't be allowed to enter the pot.

Chang Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned his head to wink at his attendant.

The servant nodded.

Jing Hanzhang picked up the last arrow, but didn't throw it directly. He twirled the arrow between his fingers as if playing with a writing brush on weekdays. The handkerchief covered half of his face, and only the corners of his lips could be seen .

Everyone was waiting for him to throw the last arrow, seeing that he didn't understand, they all urged him.

"Hurry up, the final arrow will determine the outcome!"

"Yes, son, hurry up!"

"1000 taels!"

Yan Weiming was about to cry, but he realized something was wrong when he heard the voices around him. He quickly got up and opened his eyes, only to find that all the nine arrows in the pot had been hit, and he was immediately stunned.

Jing Hanzhang twirled the arrow with a half-smile, and turned his head to look at Chang Xiao accurately—I don't know how he found the direction.

"Master Chang." Jing Hanzhang said indifferently, "If you can't play the chessboard, it's not good, is it?"

Chang Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him in astonishment.

Even his attendant, who was about to intercept the arrow with red beans, was stunned.

After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, he changed his lazy posture, raised his hand suddenly, and threw the arrow before everyone could react.

With a "click", the arrow entered the pot.

All ten hits.

Chang Xiao: "..."

Attendant: "..."

Jing Hanzhang tore off the handkerchief, tilted his head lightly, the long hair on his shoulders was scattered on the armrest, and he brushed it away casually.

He glanced at the arrow in the pot, smiled, and said, "Is this a win?"

Quiet needles could be heard around him, and everyone was staring at him blankly.

Jing Hanzhang looked at Si She and said lazily, "Huh?" Si She just woke up like a dream and nodded hurriedly.

At this moment, Yan Weiming, who had been stunned for a long time, finally jumped up and said in shock, "Brother! Brother, you won!"

When he got excited, he stretched out his hand to grab Jing Hanzhang's forearm, and almost touched the crossbow on his wrist, but Jing Hanzhang reacted quickly, and moved his hand away.

Yan Weiming was so happy that he didn't notice Jing Hanzhang's strange behavior, and happily circled around his brother's wheelchair, his eyebrows beaming.

One leap from hell to wonderland, but that's all.

His legs are saved!

Jing Hanzhang has been with bows and arrows since he was a child, and the game of throwing pots, a game played by literati, is almost at his fingertips. He can throw ten arrows into it at will.

But for these dudes who are really ignorant and only know how to play around, Chang Xiao, who has blindly invested in nine sticks, is considered to be the only one in the world. I didn't expect that crooked paralyzed man to be even more powerful than him.

For a while, all the people who shouted the loudest did not speak, probably because their faces were burning and they could not speak.

The other people who came to watch didn't see the previous confrontation, and they all praised Jing Hanzhang for his excellent shots.

Yan Weiming was still there, saying, "It's my brother's first time playing throwing pots today, he didn't play well, everyone will laugh at you."

With this sentence, everyone praised his brother Tianzong genius again and again.

Chang Xiao: "..."

Chang Xiao didn't expect Jing Hanzhang to hit all of them after he was beaten to death, so the one he just took off was really intentional? !

No wonder he came to play this seemingly "losing" game so swearingly!

Chang Xiao's anger of "being played by someone" surged up suddenly, but because of Yan Xingyu's identity, he couldn't get angry, and he held his breath until his eyes were bloodshot.

He stared at Jing Hanzhang, completely lost the personable demeanor just now.

Jing Hanzhang smiled at him, and said: "The chessboard is not finished, Master Chang is angry?"

Chang Xiao: "..."

Chang Xiao gritted his teeth, exerted all his restraint, and said with a forced smile: "My lord is better at throwing pots, I... I am willing to bow down."

Jing Hanzhang nodded: "Well, very good, Ming, go get the silver, 1000 taels."

Yan Weiming was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, but he still forced himself to maintain his demeanor, nodded, and said reservedly to Chang Xiao: "Master Chang, do you want to give cash or bank notes, Ben..."

Before Yan Xingyu returned to Beijing, Yan Weiming always called himself "my son". Now that his brother is back, Yan Weiming cleverly changed his name.

"This little boy is all right!"

Chang Xiao: "..."

Chang Xiao couldn't get up or down in one breath, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

It's just that in front of so many people, he didn't dare to lose face, so he could only grit his teeth and said with difficulty: "After returning to the mansion, I will send someone to send the money to the Prime Minister's mansion."

With so many people around watching, Yan Weiming was not afraid of his repudiation, so he nodded and happily returned to Jing Hanzhang's side, pinching his shoulder like a dog.

"Brother, you have worked hard, are your hands tired?"

Jing Hanzhang was served comfortably: "It's okay."

Chang Xiao took a deep breath, and explained that it was no big deal, anyway, he had won a few hundred taels from Yan Weiming before, so he should pay it back.

It's just that Yan Xingyu...

Chang Xiao's eyes fell on his legs, and his expression was a little gloomy.

Jing Hanzhang won the audience, Yan Weiming was as happy as if he had won, and almost showed off to everyone in Shangfeng Tower, and finally pushed Jing Hanzhang away with his toes arrogantly, just like the last time he lost The embarrassment of running home is completely different.

Yan Weiming raised his eyebrows and liked his brother even more.

Jing Hanzhang only moved twice, and Yan Xingyu's body was full of fatigue, as if he was weaker than the previous few days.

Jing Hanzhang frowned, what's wrong, sick again?

The two of them went downstairs, and when they were about to leave the Shangfeng Tower, a woman wearing a draped hat passed by and turned her head to look at them.

Jing Hanzhang was very keen, frowning and looking.

The woman dissipated in the same place like the wind, and disappeared in an instant. Those who didn't know thought it was an illusion.

Jing Hanzhang frowned, and was about to ask Yan Weiming, when he heard footsteps behind him, and then ran to his side panting.

It was Chang Xiao.

Yan Weiming stared at him angrily: "What's the matter? Can't afford to lose?!"

Chang Xiao breathed steadily, then looked down at Jing Hanzhang, and said, "My lord, I have something to do..."

Jing Hanzhang yawned, and lazily interrupted him: "Squat down."

Chang Xiao was taken aback: "What?"

"Since you want to talk to me, then squat down and talk to me." Jing Hanzhang casually brushed a lock of hair, and said arrogantly, "I don't like others looking down on me."

Chang Xiao: "..."

Yan Weiming tilted his head and let out a "puchi" laugh.

Chang Xiao's face became even uglier.

He had no choice but to squat down on one knee.

Only then was Jing Hanzhang satisfied, and he gave him a look of charity: "What's the matter, let's talk."

Chang Xiao stared at Jing Hanzhang's face unscrupulously, pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and suppressed the humiliation in his heart, and said in a low voice: "I heard that the eldest son's legs have been ill for many years. It can be fully cured."

Jing Hanzhang: "Huh? So what?"

Seeing this, Chang Xiao took a deep breath, showing a look of certainty, and said: "I got the news a few days ago that there will be a miracle doctor coming to Beijing a few years ago. If you don't mind, I can tell you the news about the miracle doctor, maybe I can also call a divine doctor for you."

Yan Weiming was stunned for a moment.

Jing Hanzhang was unmoved, he said with a smile that was not a smile: "You gave me the news about the miracle doctor? Wouldn't I go find it myself?"

"My lord doesn't know something." Chang Xiao said, "The fish genius doctor travels all over the world and has a weird temper. He has always been healed by people who are close to his eyes. Even if the Prime Minister finds him, he probably won't be able to invite him."

Jing Hanzhang smiled and said, "Then how did you invite me here?"

"The genius doctor Yu and my cousin Feng Chenzhou have some old acquaintances. If I invite him, the genius doctor will definitely not refuse."

Jing Hanzhang thought for a while: "Feng Chenzhou? Shaoqing of Dali Temple?"

"Exactly."

Jing Hanzhang thought to himself, then His Royal Highness ordered Feng Chenzhou to invite Doctor Yu, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to invite him?

Chang Xiao's eyes were full of calculations, and Jing Hanzhang could tell at a glance that he would not do what he wished.

Chang Xiao was still asking: "Don't you want to heal your legs and stand up again?"

Jing Hanzhang frowned again.

Chang Xiao saw that he moved, and the look in his eyes became more serious.

Jing Hanzhang stared at him for a long time, then leaned slightly, put his elbows casually on his knees, approached Chang Xiao, and said with a wicked smile: "Tell me, what do you want me to exchange?"

As soon as he approached, Chang Xiao took a breath, his eyes almost went straight.

Jing Hanzhang knew how powerful Yan Xingyu's face was, it was so beautiful, so captivating, with a charm that he didn't even know about.

He just moved closer to Chang Xiao, and the slut who had never been in love with the scene among the flowers actually got his eyes straightened.

Jing Hanzhang laughed, using Yan Xingyu's captivating face to tease people, seeing people fascinated by him, how could he have such a sense of accomplishment?

Yan Xingyu never knew how to use it, he only knew how to look at people with harmless eyes, wasting this face for nothing.

His Royal Highness Seventh suddenly awakened to an incredible habit.

Chang Xiao looked at him, swallowed hard twice, and then said in a low voice: "Young master can agree to whatever I want?"

Seeing his appearance, Jing Hanzhang smiled deeper, and said softly, "You speak out boldly, but if you don't, how can I agree?"

Chang Xiao originally planned to use this promise to let the Prime Minister accompany him to have a drink, so as to get back some face for himself after losing the pot.

Yan Xingyu's status was so special that even the emperor's attitude towards him was very vague, Chang Xiao didn't have the guts to make more exaggerated demands.

But being watched by "Yan Xingyu"'s glass-like eyes, Chang Xiao suddenly felt as if something had sucked his soul and reason into him.

He was dizzy, as if drunk.

Vaguely, he stared at those eyes, and said something rebellious in a hoarse voice.

After Jing Hanzhang listened quietly, he suddenly laughed.

He stretched out his hand and stroked his lips lightly, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold: "Want me?"

Chang Xiao looked at him without blinking.

"Yes……"

Seeing that he dared to respond, Jing Hanzhang's smiling eyes suddenly sank. Originally, he just wanted to test the attitude of this prodigal son, but he didn't expect him to be so bold.

The son of the prime minister, the son of the prime minister who will be summoned by the emperor when he returns to the capital, how dare Chang Xiao? !

Jing Hanzhang always wanted to kick things when he got angry, kicking doors and chairs, and sometimes kicking people when he got angry, but after he got to Yan Xingyu's body, his legs couldn't move all the time. He didn't move a bit.

After Jing Hanzhang transmigrated into Yan Xingyu, he seldom took the initiative to move his legs, but this time he was really pissed off, and instinctively kicked him, and the idea of ​​kicking his feet immediately came up.

It's just that he himself knew that Yan Xingyu, a paralyzed man, couldn't move his legs at all, so he didn't suppress his instinct.

But in the next moment, he watched helplessly as he raised one leg and kicked the person who was kneeling in front of him on one knee as his chest.

Chang Xiao was caught off guard and was kicked directly, falling backwards to the steps.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Yan Weiming: "..."

Chang Xiao: "..."

People coming and going around: "..."

For a moment, the noisy long street and Shangfenglou seemed to have lost their voice.

Jing Hanzhang was numb for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and waved his wide sleeve to cover the leg that was moving just now—as if the leg was blocked, the medical miracle of the paralyzed man kicking someone just now had never happened.

Jing Hanzhang thought blankly: "It's over."

This little beauty is actually pretending to be paralyzed.

It’s over.

He finally screwed things up completely.

Yan Xingyu was about to get angry.

How to do how to do?

How can I coax?Can ten pieces of jade be coaxed?

If I carve another kitten jade for him, can he calm down?

***

In the palace, Yan Xingyu turned his head and sneezed.

Jiang Fenghua whispered, "Is Your Highness sick?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head, he was fine, but his toes hurt a little.

When he first passed through, Taifu Lin was checking his endorsement.

An ignorant person like Jing Hanzhang couldn't memorize books, Jing Youzhi and the fifth prince laughed at him sullenly, and even the eyes of the other companions were full of ridicule.

Jiang Fenghua was secretly reminding him, and Yan Xingyu knew which book he was going to recite after listening to one sentence, and immediately recited a long paragraph without changing a word, without any mistakes.

At this moment, the crowd watching the scene choked and didn't dare to laugh anymore, and even Mrs. Lin looked over strangely.

Yan Xingyu pretended to be calm, and wanted to use the book he had copied before as a fool, but Mrs. Lin didn't ask any more questions, but said vaguely: "Your Highness is much better."

Yan Xingyu was a little puzzled, why did he say so much?Shouldn't it be that you have worked a lot?

But Taifu Lin didn't say much, and let him continue to sit.

After Yan Xingyu sat down, he began to meditate.

After he and Jing Hanzhang exchanged souls, they were also filled with grief and joy.

The sad thing is that his legs don't have silver needles to seal the acupoints, and they can move freely. After Jing Hanzhang passes by, he wonders if he will show his secrets in front of so many people.

The joy is that I don't have to take 50 taels to throw the pot in fear, and I don't have to face the coming doctor Yu...

Thinking of the breath of the fish, Yan Xingyu still shivered unconsciously.

Seeing his pale face, Jiang Fenghua said worriedly: "After school, I'd better find an imperial doctor to have a look."

Yan Xingyu still shook his head.

There were only three princes who came to the South Study Room today. Yan Xingyu glanced at them and asked Jiang Fenghua, "Where's Jing Xiazhi?"

Jiang Fenghua said in a low voice: "It is said that he fell ill from being frightened."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu frowned, why are you so careless?

The Ninth Prince Jing Erzhi was staring at him coldly, as if he held a grudge against him.

Yan Xingyu didn't care at all.

Jiang Fenghua hesitated to speak, Yan Xingyu glanced at him, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Fenghua endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, and whispered: "I've been wanting to ask Your Highness since last time, can you now...can you understand the words in the book?"

Yan Xingyu was startled, what does it mean to "understand"?

"You have been insensitive to calligraphy since you were a child. You can confuse even simple characters with other characters. You can rarely write correctly even when you practice calligraphy in copybooks." Jiang Fenghua asked cautiously, "The imperial doctor said it was innate. Your illness has not been cured all these years, but now...you seem to be really cured."

Yan Xingyu suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that Yan Xingyu didn't speak, Jiang Fenghua thought he was angry, and hurriedly said: "But you are much better, as long as it is not a long book, you can understand a few words."

Yan Xingyu didn't speak.

He always thought that Jing Hanzhang was really ignorant, or pretended it on purpose, but he didn't expect it to be such a weird disease?

This innate symptom seems to be extremely difficult to correct, and Yu Xi once read the record of this disease when he coaxed him to sleep.

At this moment, Taifu Lin hurried into the South study room, put away the books on the table, and said, "School ends early."

After all, he left quickly.

It was the first time that everyone saw Taifu Lin's gaffe, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Jiang Fenghua seemed to know something, and said to Yan Xingyu: "I heard that the world-renowned Yuxiyu genius doctor is going to Beijing. Mrs. Lin is probably going to find someone to treat his illness."

Yan Xingyu: "Fish breath?"

Jiang Fenghua hurriedly said: "Your Highness probably doesn't know. This man is extremely skilled in medicine. It is said that he can revive the bones of the dead. Everyone in the capital city wants to make friends with him, but you know, genius doctors have always been weird. Even if thrown Even the price of the city can't compete with him."

Yan Xingyu pursed his lips, stood up suddenly, and said, "Let's go out of the palace."

Jiang Fenghua hurriedly stood up: "Can Your Highness leave the palace?"

Yan Xingyu said: "Yan Chenxi is now investigating the theft of treasures from the Prince Regent's Mansion, and he can't take care of me for the time being. You stop the palace servants who are going to complain to the Holy One."

Said, walked away quickly.

After only taking two steps, Yan Xingyu suddenly stopped holding the door frame.

The toes seem a little swollen.

Yan Xingyu frowned, did he kick the door a few days ago?

He endured the pain and quickly left the palace.

I don't know who spread the news about Yuxi's entry into Beijing, but it was known all over the city within a day.

At the gate of Shangfeng Tower, Jing Hanzhang was still silent.

Chang Xiao got up from the ground in embarrassment, looking at Jing Hanzhang with astonishment in his eyes.

He glared at Jing Hanzhang's legs, and Jing Hanzhang immediately put his hands together, using his wide sleeves to cover his legs, preventing him from looking at them.

Chang Xiao: "..."

Even Yan Weiming was stunned and didn't recover for a long time.

People around were whispering, and some people recognized that the man in the wheelchair was the prime minister who returned to Beijing some time ago, and their eyes became even more strange.

Jing Hanzhang was still thinking blankly, "I'm done, I'm done."

Chang Xiao gritted his teeth: "My lord, your leg... doesn't seem to be paralyzed!"

Jing Hanzhang glanced at him pretending to be calm: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Legs!" Chang Xiao's hair was disheveled, and he didn't know where to throw the hair crown.

He was so angry that he didn't even care about etiquette: "Your leg! You kicked me just now!"

Jing Hanzhang sneered: "Who saw it? I'm such a cripple, how dare you slander me in the street?!"

Chang Xiao was almost taken away by his strong words and vomited blood. He took a deep breath, secretly lucked out, and said in a dark and sad expression: "The prime minister is a paralyzed man. Everyone in the capital knows it, even the Holy One. Now you The legs are not hindered, and if it is introduced into the palace, this is the crime of deceiving the emperor!"

Jing Hanzhang flicked the Buddhist beads in his hand casually, he was very thick-skinned, even if so many people saw it, he still wanted to kill him and refuse to admit it, maybe they would dare to come and take his clothes off.

"What is the crime of deceiving the emperor? Lord Chang is used to labeling others."

Jing Hanzhang was a little irritable. If he was here by himself, he would just push this person to the ground and beat him, so why waste his time talking?

Chang Xiao said angrily: "There are so many eyes here! If you want to play tricks, young master, I'm afraid it's not right!"

Jing Hanzhang snorted coldly, and showed with practical actions that I just wanted to cheat.

Chang Xiao was so angry that his nose was crooked.

The people on the side also pointed.

Jing Hanzhang thought blankly, when I return to my body, none of you will even try to run away!

But now, he is still the "Yan Xingyu" who exposed the biggest trump card in front of everyone.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable to Yan Xingyu. If the emperor finds out about this matter, it is really a crime of deceiving the emperor. I am afraid that the entire Xiangfu will be involved.

more importantly……

Jing Hanzhang suspected that Yan Xingyu pretended to be paralyzed in order to prevent the emperor from fearing him because of his fate. Now that this matter was publicized, with the emperor's cruelty and suspicion, Yan Xingyu might not live long.

The more Jing Hanzhang thought about it, the more irritable he became. For the first time, His Highness the Seventh Prince felt flustered and regretful.

No matter what, this matter is difficult to end.

Seeing that he was silent, Chang Xiao rushed over aggressively and wanted to pull Jing Hanzhang out of the wheelchair, and let everyone take another look at this "paralyzed man" pretending to be crippled.

Only then did Yan Weiming come back to his senses, he rushed forward and pushed away Chang Xiao, who was about to grab Jing Hanzhang, and said angrily, "Don't touch my brother!"

Chang Xiao almost fell down again, and immediately became angry: "Is the Xiangfu going to cover up this calamity?!"

Yan Weiming was so angry that his hair stood on end