Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

After Yan Xingyu returned to the palace, he found some manuscripts of Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang's handwriting is very unrestrained, and he often just writes out an outline in one stroke. Before that, Yan Xingyu always thought his handwriting was too ugly, but now it seems that it is probably to cover up the incomplete strokes and the extremely similar characters.

No one could understand Jing Hanzhang's manuscript except himself. Yan Xingyu compared the book he was forced to copy with the manuscript he wrote down for half a day, only to find that the Seventh Highness did not seem to be as ignorant as the rumors said.

What he seems to have written down casually seems to be his opinion on the books he studied in the South Study Room that day, and his attitude is as wild and unruly as he is, sometimes even sages dare to criticize.

Yan Xingyu watched it patiently for a long time, and when he looked away, there was the shadow of the wild handwriting in front of him.

Almost blinded, Yan Xingyu finally had some understanding of Jing Hanzhang.

It's not that he can't learn, nor does he want to learn, but because of some reason he needs to hide it with the symptoms of not being able to learn.

what to hide?

He is the most beloved prince of the Holy Majesty today, if he is knowledgeable and talented, wouldn't he be more favored?

Yan Xingyu thought about it for a long time, but finally couldn't figure out anything, so he had to continue to study with those manuscripts.

To others, those manuscripts that seem like ghostly symbols are extremely interesting to Yan Xingyu.

Jing Hanzhang himself is very interesting.

Yan Xingyu spent the whole day on the pile of unintelligible manuscripts. At night, when the palace people left one after another, he got up and searched in the bedroom for a long time, and finally found Jing Hanzhang's small treasury.

Jing Hanzhang was arrogant and flamboyant, so the gold and silver box was naturally extremely gaudy - even the keys were carelessly put aside.

Yan Xingyu opened the box with the key, revealing a pile of gold, silver and jewels inside.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu is so jealous.

Jing Hanzhang's small treasury was full of gold, silver and precious stones that he threw in casually, as well as jade that he thought was very well carved. Yan Xingyu rummaged for a long time, and finally found a small bright yellow purse in the corner.

His eyes lit up, he hooked up the purse, opened it gently, and poured out a few glistening golden clasps.

Yan Xingyu picked up one and illuminated it to the candlelight beside him, and saw the faint words on the golden locket - "Qi".

Yan Xingyu watched, until the candlelight made his eyes sour, he blinked lightly, and suddenly smiled.

He looked at the small characters on the golden handle and murmured, "It's you."

Night falls.

Jing Hanzhang in the prime minister's mansion was still angry.

Aman brought the medicine, and waited carefully: "Your Highness, take the medicine."

Jing Hanzhang clasped his arms, crossed his legs, and said coldly: "Don't drink, don't you see that I'm angry?"

Aman frowned: "You have been angry for a day, is there no way to go on like this?"

Jing Hanzhang glared at him: "When your son is usually angry, are you also perfunctory like this?"

"No, no." Aman said, "Whenever my young master gets angry, he counts the golden knuckles, and after counting for a while, he stops being angry."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Really love money!

Jing Hanzhang snorted, and said, "Then bring me your young master's golden locket, and I'll count it too."

Aman hesitated: "This..."

No one else could touch his son's golden locket, let alone give it to an unfamiliar number. If Yan Xingyu knew about it, he would definitely be angry for a long time.

Seeing that Aman was hesitating, Jing Hanzhang sneered: "What's the matter, my majestic prince, would I still take a few golden scorpions with you? Is that called silver? When my highness left the palace, he brought a purse of gold scorpions with him Reward people."

Aman: "..."

Then you are really arrogant.

"If you don't bring it over, I'll show you when I'm sick!" In the end, Jing Hanzhang learned Yan Xingyu's trump card - pretending to be sick.

Aman: "..."

Aman had no choice but to go to the inner room and bring over the golden locks that his young master always counted.

The few golden scorpions were stored in a pouch embroidered with gold ingots, which smelled like copper. Jing Hanzhang took it and opened the pouch, revealing a few pitiful golden scorpions inside.

Jing Hanzhang couldn't believe it: "Just a few of these?! One, two, three... seven golden scorpions, are they worth counting?"

Aman nodded: "Master, count when he is angry, and he will be happy after counting."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

"It's so pitiful." Jing Hanzhang thought in shock, "It's so pitiful that the majestic Xiangguo has been reduced to the point where he can calm down by counting these few golden scorpions."

Probably because of Yan Xingyu's poverty, the Seventh Prince, who spends a lot of money, feels compassion. He secretly thought: "When I change back next time, I will give him a bunch of gold coins and let him count in front of me."

He would like to see how happy Yan Xingyu, who has a lot of gold, can be?

Jing Hanzhang casually took out the golden locket to have a look, and found that the characters on the golden locket were almost worn away, and he could only vaguely see that there seemed to be a "wood".

He asked Aman: "Who gave this golden key?"

This type of gold locket is usually specially made by a wealthy family as lucky money for people during festivals. It seems that this gold has been around for many years. Yan Ji has always been clean and honest, and will not indulge the people in the house like this squander.

Aman tilted his head: "I don't know either, when I followed the son, he already had it."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him with raised eyebrows: "When did you follow your son?"

"five years ago."

"Five years ago? Wasn't he in Hanruo Temple at that time?"

How could there be a new servant in Hanruo Temple to serve him?

Aman explained: "I was sent by the national teacher to serve the young master."

Only then did Jing Hanzhang understand.

After such an interruption, Jing Hanzhang was no longer angry, and Aman handed over the medicine.

Jing Hanzhang didn't reject it either, he frowned and drank the medicine in one gulp, then commented: "This medicine is too bad to drink."

Aman immediately "shushed" at him, and whispered, "You can't let Doctor Yu hear this, or you will add two baskets of Coptis chinensis to your prescription tomorrow!"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Isn't it easy to tell people that medicine is bitter? !What quack?

The miracle doctor surnamed Yu slept for a day and a night, and didn't wake up until the next day.

Taifu Lin had already discussed with Yan Ji how to teach Yan Xingyu, and in the end the emperor decreed that Prime Minister Teen would go to the South Study Room every day to let Taifu Lin teach with the princes.

After receiving the order, Yan Ji's face was unexpectedly ugly.

But the sacred order was hard to violate, so Yan Ji had no choice but to let Zhao Boda wake up "Yan Xingyu" early in the morning, and go directly to the palace to attend school.

Jing Hanzhang who was forcibly dug out from the quilt: "..."

He was dazed and almost kicked out.

After hearing what Uncle Zhao said, Jing Hanzhang, who managed to skip the morning class and be lazy, almost collapsed: "Going today?!"

Didn't the fish interest be mentioned yesterday? !

While putting the clothes beside him, Uncle Zhao babbled: "This is a gift from the Holy Majesty. I have never seen any young master who can go to the palace to study. Young Master, this is a special gift from the Holy Majesty. It's an honor, and you should be happy."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang couldn't be happy, he was put on clothes and sent to the carriage angrily, and went all the way into the palace.

South study.

Yan Xingyu is imitating Jing Hanzhang's legs, and his shoulders are much more relaxed than before. Coupled with Jing Hanzhang's unintentional expression and a face that is very unbeatable, people can't see any clues at all.

Jiang Fenghua sat aside, looked at the expression of "His Royal Highness", and said suspiciously: "Your Highness seems to be very happy today?"

Yan Xingyu, who was thinking about Jin Kaizi, returned to his senses and glanced at him, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Is there any?"

Jiang Fenghua nodded.

Yan Xingyu didn't speak, anyway, Jing Hanzhang was uncertain, even if he was happy for a while and furious for a while, no one would doubt him.

Yan Xingyu was swinging his legs when he heard a familiar sound from outside.

It sounded like the sound of a wheelchair passing across the ground.

Yan Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next moment, the door of the South Study Room was pushed open, and Aman pushed Jing Hanzhang and walked in carelessly, without the slightest restraint of entering the prince's study place.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's face was indifferent, with uncontrollable impatience and irritability hanging on his brows. He gently pressed his hands on his legs, as if he was suppressing his urge to kick someone.

He scanned half a circle around the South Study Room, and found Yan Xingyu without fail.

Yan Xingyu was leaning on the back of the chair, swaying his legs boldly.

When the eyes of the two met, they both froze.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu's swaying toes suddenly froze.