Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

It snowed heavily.

Jiangnan Shaoxue, after returning to Beijing, never went out in a wheelchair because of the heavy snow, and he had no scruples when he came to Jing Hanzhang's body.

Holding an umbrella, Yan Xingyu walked out of the prime minister's mansion slowly.

The two hadn't exchanged words for several days. Although the matter of the loss of treasures in the Prince Regent's Mansion was overtly dismissed because of the negligence of the Seventh Prince, Yan Xingyu knew that the Jingzhe Guard must still be secretly investigating the matter.

Jing Hanzhang has always done things without rules, and Yan Xingyu doesn't have to have too many scruples in what he does and what he says. After leaving the prime minister's mansion, he went directly to the Prince Regent's mansion on the next street.

The Prince Regent's Mansion has long since declined, and only an old butler is still in charge of it. Yan Xingyu entered the deserted palace alone without any attendants.

The mansion was huge and well-organized everywhere. Yan Xingyu walked around with an umbrella, but found nothing, and finally stood still under the grape arbor in the front yard, bored.

He put down the umbrella and looked up slightly at the heavy snow flying all over the sky. The grape branches were like a huge net, trapping him firmly in it.

Yan Xingyu stood there watching for a long time, until his body was once again covered with a layer of snow, before he was brought back to his senses by an old voice.

"who are you?"

Only then did Yan Xingyu lower his head slightly, brushing away the snow from his hair, and held up the umbrella again to block the "spider web" above his head. He smiled, and he was a graceful and elegant man again.

Standing on the steps not far away and calling him was an old man, his eyesight was probably a little troubled, and he squinted for a long time but didn't recognize Jing Hanzhang's face.

Seeing that he was not holding an umbrella, Yan Xingyu walked over and put the umbrella over the old man's head to shield him from the heavy snow.

The old man looked at him for a long time, and then asked: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

A gleam of light suddenly appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he asked anxiously: "Is the prince triumphant?!"

Yan Xingyu was startled.

The old man's memory is a little bit bad, so he stays alone in this palace and takes care of it faithfully, so that one day the regent will triumph.

The regent has been dead for more than ten years. Whenever someone came to the palace these years, he would feel that someone came to inform the prince that he had returned to the capital, and he was overjoyed.

Day after day, year after year.

Yan Xingyu met his expectant eyes, and for some reason suddenly couldn't bear to pierce his fantasy.

The old man already has the spirit of decay, and he may not be able to survive this winter.

Yan Xingyu could only gently hold his hand back, and said softly: "He will come back."

The old man vaguely remembered the people in the palace over the years. Every time they heard him say this, they would either sneer or tell him that the prince had died in battle and would not return to the capital. This was the first time anyone had spoken to him. Say this.

The old man's eyes became brighter, and he shook Yan Xingyu's hand tremblingly like a child, and murmured repeatedly: "The prince will come back, he will definitely come back."

The old man's hands were dry and wrinkled, like dead branches, Yan Xingyu didn't feel repulsed, instead, he relaxed his strength, lest he would hurt him.

The old man hadn't talked to anyone for many years, so he dragged Yan Xingyu and refused to let him go, so Yan Xingyu had no choice but to support him and send him into the room.

In the battle more than ten years ago, although the regent died in battle, it was because of his death that the three armies won the victory. The emperor would not treat heroes badly, and the regent's mansion has never been short of daily necessities.

It's just that as soon as Yan Xingyu entered the courtyard where the old man lived, he found that he was actually burning black charcoal in such a cold day.

Yan Xingyu looked at the strong smell and faint smoke in the room, frowned and said, "Didn't the palace send silver charcoal?"

The old man was shaking his hands to make tea for him, and nodded happily when he heard the words: "Give it away, I have to save those for the prince to come back to burn."

Yan Xingyu was startled.

The old man was in a good mood, with a wrinkled smile on his old face. He handed hot tea to Yan Xingyu and asked him, "Which noble person are you?"

Yan Xingyu supported him to sit down, smiled and shook his head: "I'm not some noble person."

The old man didn't believe it, but he didn't ask any more questions. He looked at Yan Xingyu seriously for a long time, and then suddenly said: "You really look like a princess when you smile."

Yan Xingyu paused while holding the cup, and tilted his head slightly: "Huh? Princess?"

The old man smiled and said: "Our princess is a well-known beauty in the capital city. Even Prime Minister Yan once came to propose marriage, but for some reason, she ended up marrying the prince who was precarious at that time."

Yan Xingyu listened intently, and smiled when he heard the words: "The prince and concubine must have a deep love between husband and wife."

"Yes, yes." The old man nodded hastily, and murmured sadly, "When the news of the prince's death reached the capital city, the princess was so distraught that she had to give birth..."

After he finished speaking, he was taken aback, as if he didn't know what he just said.

Seeing him desperately thinking back, Yan Xingyu was afraid that he would be sad, so he asked softly, "Did Prime Minister Yan also know the concubine?"

Only then did the old man give up thinking about it, and said: "Yes, they are childhood sweethearts, and because of the matter of the princess, the prime minister and the prince are incompatible, and they can even quarrel in the court."

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a moment, he couldn't imagine his cold-faced father arguing with others.

The old man talked nonsense, and what he said didn't care about what Yan Xingyu wanted to investigate at all, but he still listened patiently for a long while, and didn't get up to leave until the snow became a little weaker.

The old man liked him very much, and sent him to the gate of the General's Mansion, saying: "Come back later."

Yan Xingyu smiled and said, "Okay."

The old man waved to him happily again.

Yan Xingyu nodded slightly, and then left with an umbrella.

Yan Xingyu checked silently for two days, but no one was disturbed. The emperor vaguely knew that he had started to play with his head again, so he simply ignored it.

The First Prince was supposed to return to Beijing with his army in two days, but because of the heavy snow, he was delayed for a few days on the road. By the time he returned to Beijing, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven had already begun.

Yan Xingyu and Jing Hanzhang also switched back the night before.

Early in the morning, Jing Hanzhang came to Xiangfu to pick up Yan Xingyu, and met Yan Ji who was about to enter the palace.

Yan Ji was no longer surprised by his frequent visits to the Prime Minister's mansion, and saluted lightly: "I have seen His Highness the Seventh Prince."

Jing Hanzhang looked at his court clothes: "Is it going to court today? Isn't it a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven?"

Yan Ji said: "I have something to ask His Majesty."

Jing Hanzhang said "Oh", and casually ran towards the side courtyard with his hands clasped.

Although today is the grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, Jing Hanzhang is too lazy to go through those cumbersome rituals. It would be better to pick up his elder brother to attend the grand ceremony, since the emperor will not care about him anyway.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens was huge, and there was a dinner party in the evening. Jing Hanzhang decided to show up at the dinner party to be a part of it. If he had the time to chat with his brothers with a smile on his face, he might as well go and play with the deer.

After arriving at the side courtyard, the fawn that Jing Hanzhang had sent earlier had grown up a lot, and was running around happily in the courtyard.

Jing Hanzhang stepped forward and stroked the deer's head, and the deer let him stroke it obediently.

Jing Hanzhang withdrew his hand contentedly, and entered the inner room without treating himself as an outsider at all.

Yan Xingyu had already changed his clothes and was copying a book in front of the table. When Jing Hanzhang came over, he just finished copying the last word, put down the pen, and called out: "Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang walked over, casually picked up the paper with ink marks on it, raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you copying?"

Yan Xingyu smiled and said, "Things for meditation."

Jing Hanzhang sneered: "Your mind has been calm for a long time, do you still want to meditate? I wonder if you really want to learn from your senior brother to become a monk in the future."

Yan Xingyu shook his head and said seriously: "I won't become a monk."

Jing Hanzhang couldn't understand it either, so he had to give it back to him. He sat on the table and looked down at Yan Xingyu: "Have you found anything useful in the past few days?"

Afraid of being discovered by others, Yan Xingyu did not come to the Prime Minister's residence or send any letter during the exchange.

Yan Xingyu had long been accustomed to his wild sitting posture, and slowly put away the paper, asked Aman to put it away, and said, "I went to the Prince Regent's Mansion, but found nothing useful."

Jing Hanzhang lazily said: "Huh? What else? Go ahead, don't lie to me."

Yan Xingyu didn't intend to hide it from him: "It seems to be gone."

Only then was Jing Hanzhang satisfied, he pushed his long legs on Yan Xingyu's chair, and said with a smile: "Do you want to go to the palace dinner tonight? Your Highness will take you to eat and drink, anyway, your father won't take you there either." .”

Yan Xingyu bent his eyes: "Okay."

After a while, Yuxi brought the medicine. After Yan Xingyu finished drinking, he wrapped himself in a cloak and went out with Jing Hanzhang.

The First Prince and Yan Chongshen probably arrived at Sishi, and Jing Hanzhang arrived early with Yan Xingyu.

The two shared pastries in the spacious carriage, and Yan Xingyu, who didn't like sweets originally, was led by Jing Hanzhang to become addicted to sugar.

Jing Hanzhang lifted the curtain to look out, and said casually, "Yu Xi told me everything about the Buddha's rooting."

Yan Xingyu was sipping rose cake, he was stunned for a moment, and asked in doubt: "Didn't I tell His Highness about the Buddha's rooting?"

Jing Hanzhang flung the curtain and turned his head to stare at Yan Xingyu's eyes, as if he wanted to find a disguise from inside, but after watching for a long time, he found that Yan Xingyu really thought he had been poisoned by the Buddha's root poison.

For him, Buddha root seems to be really not a life-saving medicine.

Jing Hanzhang stepped forward gently, approached Yan Xingyu, sniffed the scent of pastries that filled the entire carriage, and asked softly: "Yan Xingyu, you don't want to bleed me, is it because you don't want me to die?"

Yan Xingyu froze, crushing the rose cake held between his fingers instantly, and he looked at Jing Hanzhang in amazement.

Jing Hanzhang looked at him without blinking, not wanting to let go of any emotion in his eyes.

All Yan Xingyu gave him was astonishment and bewilderment.

"I..." Yan Xingyu thought for a long time in confusion before saying, "Yes."

Jing Hanzhang pressed on step by step: "Then why don't you want me to die?"

To a person like Yan Xingyu, human life should be as insignificant as a bug.

In Yan Xingyu's eyes, if Jing Hanzhang is special, it can only be special because he is a dignified bug who cannot move easily, but if it involves his own life, the cold-blooded and ruthless Yan Xingyu should have directly agreed to bloodletting.

Yan Xingyu thought for a long time, Jing Hanzhang's question did not make him unable to answer, nor did it make him want to hide in a corner to escape, since Yuxi told him, he simply did not hide.

"Because His Highness saved me when I was young."

Jing Hanzhang: "Is it that simple?"

Yan Xingyu nodded: "Yes."

He was so straightforward that Jing Hanzhang, who was so forceful just now, felt a little embarrassed. He coughed and said, "That's it."

His Highness the Seventh Prince pretended to be passionate, and his face was a little hot.

Before he blushed, he forced himself to turn his shame into anger, and immediately slapped him back, snorting: "You would rather die than protect your highness, I thought you had something unspeakable to your highness?"

Yan Xingyu didn't understand what this "indescribable thought" meant, so he understood it on his own, thinking it should be "seeking money and killing his life", he hurriedly tugged on his sleeve, and explained: "I didn't want to hurt Your Highness, you... Don't listen to Yuxi's nonsense, I can live for a long time without Buddha's roots."

Jing Hanzhang hummed: "How long can you live, tell me?"

Yan Xingyu calculated with his fingers, and said truthfully, "Four years."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang glared at him: "Four years is a long time?"

Yan Xingyu nodded, and said seriously: "I have only known His Highness for two months and already feel that this life is enough. If I can get along with His Highness for another four years, I will have no regrets."

"Four years is long enough."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang looked at Yan Xingyu, who was serious and misunderstood, and remained silent for a long time before saying, "Why didn't I know you were so easy to satisfy?"

That money-greedy one wants to steal all the treasury, why do you feel that four years is enough now?

Yan Xingyu still said there: "I can be content with His Highness for half a day longer."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang sucked in a breath of cold air silently.

This little beauty...does she really have something unspeakable thoughts for him? !