Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Both of them have good skills, and they quickly got rid of the hunt.

Jing Hanzhang thought about where he was going, but he couldn't go back to the Prime Minister's House. Yan Chenxi's skills are so good, if they are discovered, then Yan Xingyu's legs can't be hidden.

He was afraid that Yan Xingyu would get sick in the cold weather, so he took people to the mansion of the eldest prince.

Yan Xingyu was wearing a big cloak, with a wide hood covering half of his face, and followed Jing Hanzhang to a strange mansion.

The eldest prince has been fighting outside all year round, and he should return to Beijing before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens. The servants of the mansion are busy tidying up. When the seventh prince suddenly arrived in the middle of the night, the steward was startled, thinking that something had happened.

Jing Hanzhang said: "It's okay, His Highness will come to stay for one night, so you don't have to wait on him."

After finishing speaking, he dragged Yan Xingyu to the wing where he usually stayed in the eldest prince's mansion.

The manager wanted to follow, but he was afraid of offending His Royal Highness the Seventh Highness, so he had to watch the two leave.

The son of Jing Hanzhang and the eldest prince's compatriots, he has a very strong relationship. Whenever he is outside the palace, he often comes to spend the night with the eldest prince, and everyone is no stranger to it.

The wing room was beautifully furnished, and soon after the two of them arrived, servants brought charcoal basins of hot water one after another.

Jing Hanzhang waved the person back, and only when there was no one around, Yan Xingyu gently tore off the hood, revealing a somewhat pale face.

"Did you drink your medicine at night?" Jing Hanzhang asked while washing his hands.

Yan Xingyu said obediently: "Drink it."

Jing Hanzhang responded casually without asking any further questions, but after washing his hands, he walked forward slowly and stuffed a piece of icing sugar into Yan Xingyu's mouth.

Yan Xingyu let out a "huh" and leaned back.

The sweet taste slowly spreads in the mouth.

"Let's rest here for the night." Jing Hanzhang said, "Tomorrow I will send you back to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

With icing in his mouth, Yan Xingyu's cheeks bulged a little, and he said vaguely, "No, I can't say goodbye to my uncle, Xingyu has to go back to the general's mansion."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said incredulously: "Going back again? Then your Highness worked so hard to rescue you just to give you a piece of candy?!"

Yan Xingyu immediately covered his mouth with his hand, and looked at him with wide eyes, as if he was afraid that he would make him spit out the candy.

Jing Hanzhang gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and tugged at his cheek: "Say, talk."

Yan Xingyu said in a muffled voice, "Uncle treats me well, I can't do this."

Jing Hanzhang: "Did your Highness treat you badly?!"

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "Your Highness treats me best."

Only then did Jing Hanzhang retract his hand, looking impatiently at Yan Xingyu's small face.

The face was too tender, he just pinched it without any force, and there was a red mark on his face.

Jing Hanzhang snorted, but didn't stop him, and said, "Sleep first, and I'll take you back tomorrow morning."

Yan Xingyu saw that he didn't care about it and was not angry, so he rolled his eyes and nodded.

When Yan Xingyu finished eating the candy, Jing Hanzhang had already taken off his clothes and leaned on the couch, as if he planned to stay here today.

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Your Highness, where does Xingyu sleep today?"

Jing Hanzhang was studying how to smack the candles out with the wind of his fingers, and said casually, "Sleep on the floor."

Yan Xingyu didn't feel wronged, nodded: "Oh, good."

Seems like it really intends to sleep on the ground.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang withdrew his hand, smiled angrily, and said, "Fool, did you really sleep on the ground? With your body, if you really lie on the ground for one night, I can directly bury you tomorrow when I wake up."

Yan Xingyu looked at him curiously.

Jing Hanzhang patted inside, and said proudly: "Come, sleep here."

Two men were sleeping on the same bed, and it might have been pushed by other people, but Yan Xingyu didn't realize that at all. Instead, he nodded happily and began to crawl on the bed.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

On the contrary, Jing Hanzhang felt a little embarrassed.

He explained: "Brother hasn't come back yet, so I don't want to mess around in his house, so I'll make do with one night today, anyway, this bed is big enough."

Yan Xingyu had already crawled in along the quilt, only half of his face was exposed at this time, his eyes were like glass, looking at him with radiance, full of undisguised trust and dependence.

"it is good."

Yan Xingyu was weak, his hands and feet were cold, if he didn't use Mrs. Tang, he wouldn't warm the bed all night, but Jing Hanzhang was completely opposite to him, just lying down was like a heat source, continuously radiating warmth towards the surroundings.

It was the first time for Yan Xingyu to feel that the quilt was not a cold cage, but a warm and gentle place.

He leaned against Jing Hanzhang unconsciously, almost slipping into his arms after a while.

Jing Hanzhang soon noticed it, tilted his head and said quietly: "Don't get too close to me, I'm afraid that the crossbow in your hand will collapse in the middle of the night, Your Highness doesn't want to die on the couch with a man in a daze."

Hearing this, Yan Xingyu quickly untied the crossbow in his hand, placed it at the foot of the bed, and then lay back down again, his face full of "Is this possible to get closer?".

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Yan Xingyu's lack of security was almost morbid, he had to wear a crossbow even when sleeping, and he would not listen to anyone's persuasion, but now he took off the crossbow without even thinking about it, just to get closer to Jing Hanzhang.

Yan Xingyu's exhalation and inhalation were filled with the smell of sugar, permeating between the two of them, inexplicably lingering.

"May I ask Your Highness a question?"

Yan Xingyu untied the crossbow, and Jing Hanzhang was also courteous, stretching out his hand to untie the red ribbon in his hair, "Huh?" He said lazily, "Ask."

Yan Xingyu seemed to be chatting, and asked softly, "Does Your Highness want to be emperor?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang froze when he raised his hand to untie the red sash, and after being numb for a long time, he looked at him coldly and said, "Do you know that this sentence is enough to make the whole Xiangfu die?"

Yan Xingyu said, "I know."

Jing Hanzhang sternly said: "Then you still dare to ask?!"

Yan Xingyu didn't know what was so strange about his words, and said, "Your Highness, do you think so?"

Jing Hanzhang was going to be pissed off by him: "It's not a question of whether I want to or not."

He looked at the doubts on Yan Xingyu's face, so he had to explain to him patiently: "Although the father has long wanted to establish a heir, but I am neither a legitimate son nor a virtuous person, why is it not my turn to sit on the throne? No, Yan Xingyu, after you have been in Hanruo Temple for so many years, no one told you what to say and what not to say?"

Yan Xingyu said: "I only do this to Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang tore off the red sash weakly, and had nothing to do with Yan Xingyu's open mouth. He sighed and said, "My mother's concubine's family was once a capable minister under the regent's command. Rebellion. Even if the innocence is restored soon, the Holy One is still afraid."

Yan Xingyu looked up at him, gently tugged the quilt with his hands, and continued to listen to Jing Hanzhang.

"The regent died in battle more than ten years ago, and the regent's lineage was also purged by the Holy One." Jing Hanzhang seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, and he stretched out his hand to gently press Yan Xingyu's heart, and said in a low voice, "Front and harem, one is prosperous and one is prosperous." Everything is damaged. Here, the seeds of doubt have already been planted, the Holy Majesty will never allow the child of a concubine who is suspected of treason to be emperor, do you understand?"

Yan Xingyu's heart skipped a beat.

"That's why my elder brother and I have never had any hope for the position of supremacy." Jing Hanzhang said, "My elder brother has both ability and political integrity. Everyone said that he is the best candidate to be the crown prince, but he still chose to leave Beijing to go to the border. Eat sand."

"Because only in this way can father's fear be dispelled."

And Jing Hanzhang, also taking advantage of his natural insensitivity to words, devoted himself to being a worthless prince.

Back then, the conspiracy and innocence were only half the truth. The emperor's suspicion caused the two princes to lose their will to fight for the heir, but also felt that if he was innocent, he would be ashamed of them.

It is for this reason that the emperor indulged Jing Hanzhang so much, but did not give him any hope of fighting for the reserve.

After listening for a long time, Yan Xingyu asked, "Is His Highness's mother's family innocent?"

Jing Hanzhang took a deep breath and said truthfully, "I don't know either."

Even if it was true that they were plotting rebellion, Jing Hanzhang would not know about it.

"What if he is innocent?" Yan Xingyu asked, "Could it be that Your Highness is willing to spend his whole life doing nothing and being an idle prince?"

Jing Hanzhang frowned more and more tightly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand to hold Jing Hanzhang's hand on his heart, and his eyes were a little bright: "If your highness wants to be emperor, Xing Yu can do his best to help you."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said dumbly: "Didn't you say that you just want to live in the capital city safely? Fighting for the reserve is a muddy water, why do you want to get involved?"

Yan Xingyu said: "Because I want to help His Highness."

Jing Hanzhang was completely powerless: "Don't do anything, just protect yourself and you're helping me—stop talking nonsense, I'll pretend I haven't heard what I said today, and don't mention it in the future."

Yan Xingyu: "But... well."

Jing Hanzhang covered his mouth, trapped him in his arms, gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up, you usually look as courageous as a deer, how could you say such bold words when you are in front of your Highness?" ? If it were someone else, you would have been sent to prison long ago!"

Yan Xingyu: "Huh?"

Jing Hanzhang: "Don't be fussy, go to sleep, I will take you back tomorrow morning."

He said, put down his hands and closed his eyes, and ignored Yan Xingyu.

Yan Xingyu didn't struggle, but shrank back into Jing Hanzhang's arms, and said in a low voice, "I can help His Highness get the emperor..."

Before he finished his promise, Jing Hanzhang suddenly opened his eyes and threatened him: "If you talk nonsense again, you will really go to sleep on the floor."

Yan Xingyu then fell silent.

In a strange place, Yan Xingyu fell asleep on a rare occasion, and had the dream of the Flower Festival all night long.

Before dawn the next day, Jing Hanzhang woke up Yan Xingyu, who was in a drowsy sleep, and wanted to send him back to the General's Mansion.

Yan Xingyu rarely slept so deeply, turned over after being called several times, said something vaguely, and continued to bury himself in the quilt, unwilling to get up.

Jing Hanzhang patted him on the face: "Yan Xingyu? Get up, we're going back."

Yan Xingyu frowned slightly, not wanting to open his eyes at all.

Jing Hanzhang had never woken anyone up before, so he probably thought it was a novelty. Seeing Yan Xingyu's terribly sleepy look, he got a bad intention and called him while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yan Xingyu."

"Yan Xinglu."

"Get up, you."

The chatter was annoying as hell.

Yan Xingyu was finally stunned by his noise and opened his eyes. He was not angry when he was woken up, and obediently called out: "Brother."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Fortunately, Jing Hanzhang had suffered this critical blow before, and it was very difficult for his expression to change color, and he said strangely: "Get up."

Yan Xingyu had no strength in his body, and said wearily, "Your Highness, I'm going to pretend to be sick."

Jing Hanzhang: "?"

Yan Xingyu pretended to be ill this time and was extremely perfunctory. He just pressed his chest, and stretched out two hands cleanly and with difficulty towards Jing Hanzhang.

"I want His Highness to give me a hug."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

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