Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Yan Xingyu fell into a coma for two days. After waking up, his hands and feet became weak and he couldn't sit still.

Aman brought medicine to pass to Yan Xingyu, Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand to take it, his hand was too soft to hold it, and the slightly scalding medicine was directly sprinkled on the couch, if the quilt was not thick enough, it might burn his legs.

Jing Hanzhang was watching from the side, but when he saw this, he said angrily: "Is this how you serve your master?!"

Aman hurried to tidy up, his eyes were red.

Yan Xingyu leaned on the soft pillow with a sleepy look, but still said in a warm voice: "It's okay."

Jing Hanzhang glared at him, and when Aman came over with another bowl of medicine, he took it directly, holding a spoon as if to feed the medicine spoon by spoon.

Aman was silent on the sidelines.

Feeding bitter medicine spoon by spoon, as his young master said, is Ling Chi.

It's not as good as "beheading".

He was reprimanded by Yan Xingyu when he was feeding medicine before, but this time His Highness the Seventh Highness...

Before Ah Man thought about it, he saw Yan Xingyu drank the medicine spoonful by spoonful without changing his face, as if drinking honey syrup.

Aman: "..."

Jing Hanzhang didn't know what kind of torture he had done to Yan Xingyu. After feeding him the medicine, he stuffed another candied fruit into his mouth.

Yan Xingyu obediently nestled on the soft pillow and ate candied fruit.

Jing Hanzhang knew that he needed a crossbow as soon as he was conscious, so he took the crossbow that Aman had picked off when he was sick, and skillfully tied it to Yan Xingyu's arm.

"The matter of Zhang Yue was instigated by someone behind the scenes." Jing Hanzhang said, "The person who did this on the day of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens probably belonged to the former Ministry of the Regent. The emperor ordered a thorough investigation, but nothing was found in two days."

Jing Hanzhang didn't think that Yan Xingyu was a canary that needed to be taken care of, and he didn't shy away from it, so he told what happened in the past two days.

Yan Xingyu's cheeks bulged a little, and he listened quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "So his name is Zhang Yue."

He went to the Prince Regent's Mansion several times and had a great chat with the old man, but he never knew the man's name.

Jing Hanzhang paused for a moment while holding the organ's hand, and then continued to move, casually said: "Well, no matter who instigated him, he committed a serious crime. After the body was examined, he was thrown into a mass grave outside the city."

Yan Xingyu lost his focus and didn't speak again.

Jing Hanzhang couldn't see him like this, he hesitated for a long time, and finally found a topic, and said: "Do you want to know what he said on the city wall?"

Yan Xingyu had some reaction: "What do you mean?"

Jing Hanzhang didn't care whether he could say it or not, and said: "In the battle where the regent died on the battlefield more than ten years ago, the enemy almost used the power of the whole country to invest in that battle. To my father..."

Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, probably thinking that it was not good to use "Father Emperor" when talking about this matter, so he changed the title.

"...I once wanted to ask the sage to ask the tiger talisman for help, but when the lieutenant general under the king regent went to Maoshi City to mobilize troops, he was told that the tiger talisman was a fake, and Maoshi city could not be tampered with without a tiger talisman."

Yan Xingyu turned his head to look at him: "Didn't the tiger talisman be given by the sage? Why is it fake?"

Jing Hanzhang said: "No one knows about this, the general who was stationed in Maoshi City..."

He glanced at Yan Xingyu before whispering, "It's Yan Xiuzhi."

No one dared to question the fact that the tiger talisman given by the Holy Majesty was fake, so they could only blame the lieutenant general or Yan Xiuzhi for the reason.

"Yan Xiuzhi was originally a general under the Regent's command and was ordered to garrison Maoshi City." Jing Hanzhang's voice became lower and lower, "He will not lie, and the lieutenants trusted by the Regent will not lie, so there is only..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but both of them knew what it meant.

Yan Xingyu was silent for a long time, and said, "Why did Your Highness tell me about this?"

Jing Hanzhang choked for a moment, he couldn't say that I didn't want to see you looking lonely, so I deliberately drew your attention.

He had no choice but to pretend to be impatient, and said in a vicious voice, "I've said everything, why are you asking why? Why are you talking so much?"

Yan Xingyu had long been used to his inconsistency, and said, "I thought His Highness and His Majesty were deeply in love with each other."

"Hmph." Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, and said, "How can the royal family have any affection? He just feels guilty towards me. If my grandfather's family really had treasonous intentions, my affectionate father might be He will be the first to kill me."

It was only then that Yan Xingyu realized that Jing Hanzhang seemed to have a bright future in the capital city, but in fact he was only living on the emperor's guilt.

"The most ruthless emperor's family, Xiao Xingyu."

Jing Hanzhang sighed, raised his hand and patted his head, as if he had come here, and said with emotion: "Although Yan Ji is extremely indifferent to you on the surface, he is probably the only one who loves you the most in the entire capital city."

Jing Hanzhang thought that someone as smart as Yan Xingyu had already seen Yan Ji's good intentions, but he didn't expect that when he said this, Yan Xingyu's pale face became even more ugly.

He murmured: "He...does he love me? "

Seeing his reaction was a bit strange, Jing Hanzhang asked in confusion, "Didn't you see it?"

Yan Xingyu was a little dazed, and it took a long time before he tugged on Jing Hanzhang's sleeve in a daze, and murmured: "Your Highness, I'm sick, so I don't want to talk about this."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Okay, let's not talk about this, why are you uncomfortable?"

Yan Xingyu stayed for a long time before pointing to his heart: "Here."

Jing Hanzhang stretched out his hand to stick to the place he pointed, and said softly, "Shall I rub it for you?"

His palm was extremely warm, and it was pressed against Yan Xingyu's thin heart, and the heat was continuously passed on against the thin obscene clothes.

Jing Hanzhang finished this set of movements very naturally, only later did he realize that this action seemed too ambiguous, he froze all over, and carefully looked at Yan Xingyu's face, lest he see "Deng Tuzi" three times on that small face words.

Fortunately, Yan Xingyu didn't respond, and just stared at him blankly, with undisguised dependence in his eyes.

Jing Hanzhang... suddenly felt better.

He rubbed Yan Xingyu's heart for a while, and seeing that his face looked better, he said, "The sun is out, do you want to go out to bask in the sun?"

Yan Xingyu didn't want to go out, but as long as it was what Jing Hanzhang said, he would obey unconditionally, nodded, and agreed.

Jing Hanzhang clumsily put his clothes on, wrapped him in a cloak, carried him on the wheelchair, and pushed him out of the inner room that smelled of medicine.

Sure enough, the sun came out outside, and it was warm on his body. Yan Xingyu squinted his eyes and basked in the sun for a while, before saying to Jing Hanzhang, who was doing nothing, "Your Highness, don't you need to be busy?"

"What are you busy with?" Jing Hanzhang was drawing the pattern of carved jade, and said casually, "My elder brother is back, even if something big happens in the capital city, it's not my turn to take care of it."

Yan Xingyu let out an "oh", and tipped his toes with joy.

Jing Hanzhang glanced at the restless toes from the corner of his eye, and said with a smile: "Miss Your Highness to accompany you?"

Yan Xingyu nodded without shame.

He was so straightforward, Jing Hanzhang felt embarrassed, snorted, and muttered in a low voice: "No shame deer."

Yan Xingyu slightly bent his eyes.

While painting, Jing Hanzhang casually told him about the city of Kyoto: "The ceremony of worshiping heaven was forced to stop, and the whole city of Kyoto and even the whole world were in panic. You also know that the Holy One has always believed in those gods and Buddhas. The preparations are all in vain, and I don’t know whether it will be a blessing or a curse in the coming year, so I will naturally be furious, and I heard that many people have had a fit in the court.”

Yan Xingyu squinted his eyes and listened.

"And the story of the fake Tiger Talisman was spread again by someone. Zhang Yue's last words made this rumor that not many people believed spread all over the world."

After all, that battle was a great victory because the remnants occupied the enemy's capital from the rear. If the regent had simply died in battle, Zhang Yue would not have said "the hardest thing to cool is blood", and then he would jump and fight in front of thousands of troops. Jump off the city wall in front of you.

I want to use blood to stain the road of the general returning to his soul.

As Jing Hanzhang said, he gave Yan Xingyu a look at the paper in his hand: "How is the painting?"

Yan Xingyu looked at it, and then clicked on an enemy: "Your Highness should want to draw a magpie jade pendant? The pattern here is wrong, and I want to replace it with plum."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him strangely: "You know all about this?"

Yan Xingyu: "I read a book about jade in Hanruo Temple."

Jing Hanzhang is a bit sour, it's amazing to be able to read.

At this moment, Yan Weiming's bluffing voice was heard before seeing anyone: "Brother, brother!"

Yan Xingyu was alone with Jing Hanzhang, and instinctively frowned when he heard the voice.

Jing Hanzhang said: "You don't like him?"

Yan Xingyu was not shy: "I just want to be alone with His Highness, and I don't want other people to interfere."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang gasped and looked at him in horror.

Yan Xingyu looked at Jing Hanzhang who made such a big noise in confusion, not knowing what he said that was misunderstood.

Jing Hanzhang was about to angrily reprimand him not to say such things again, when Yan Weiming rushed over like the wind.

Jing Hanzhang choked himself half to death, and looked towards the door angrily.

This time, Yan Weiming did not come alone, there was a bright-looking woman behind her, dignified and elegant, holding a small hand stove in her hand, smiling softly.

With just one glance, Jing Hanzhang recognized that this person must be Yan Xingyu's cruel mother.

Mrs. Yan and Yan Xingyu look very similar, with similar gentleness in her eyebrows and eyes, and there is a scarlet tear mole in her eyes, and her face becomes more and more radiant when she looks at it.

No matter who looked at it, they couldn't believe that such a gentle woman would be the one who ruthlessly killed her own child.

After Mrs. Yan's arrival, Yan Xingyu, who had been smiling softly, suddenly froze all over, his hands clinging to his sleeves, his joints turned white with such strength.

He looked at Madam Yan almost in horror, instinctively wanting to run away with his legs but he couldn't move.

Yan Xingyu was in a trance, he thought blankly: "I haven't put a needle in my leg, why can't I move?"

Why can't I move?

Madam Yan came generously, saw Jing Hanzhang stunned for a moment, and then saluted lightly: "Your Highness Seventh."

Jing Hanzhang frowned. Ever since Yan Xingyu returned to Beijing, Madam Yan had never visited him. Why did she come suddenly this time?

After Madam Yan and Jing Hanzhang finished their salutes, she looked at Yan Xingyu softly, and she called affectionately, "Is Yu'er feeling better?"

Yan Xingyu stared at him blankly, and then nodded lightly after a long time: "Yes."

This "yes" has no beginning and no end, it seems to be a frightened nonsense, Madam Yan covered her lips and smiled, walked to Yan Xingyu's side, bent down and gently touched his pale face.

"Take care of it well." Madam Yan put a jade pendant carved with cloud-patterned bats in Yan Xingyu's palm, and said calmly, "The days to come will be long."

The places she touched, Yan Xingyu felt in a trance as if they were covered with poisonous insects, devouring him bit by bit.

Madam Yan stared into his eyes and said softly, "I wish my son all the best of luck."

Yan Xingyu was stiff all over, almost looking at her in fear.

That pretended gentle touch and the scent of rouge in his breath almost brought Yan Xingyu back to the nightmare of that year, dreaming that the woman in front of him was holding him gently, and then bit by bit wanted to strangle him to death in her arms.

Yan Xingyu's last sober mind was still thinking about...

After so many years, her rouge fragrance has not changed at all.

Seeing his expression as if seeing an evil ghost, Mrs. Yan even hooked her lips into a smile.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and took the cloud pattern bat jade in the palm of Yan Xingyu.

Madam Yan straightened up, frowned and looked at the man.

Jing Hanzhang casually played with the jade pendant, his eyes full of disgust: "Mrs. Yan, although Prime Minister Yan Ji is said to be clean, you wouldn't use such inferior jade as lucky money for my family's deer."

Madam Yan was taken aback.

Even Yan Xingyu, who was trapped in a nightmare, became more awake, and looked up at Jing Hanzhang in a daze.

Jing Hanzhang smiled at him, crushing the jade pendant with his bare hands without blinking.

The jade powder fell down like fine powder, he raised his eyebrows, and said arrogantly: "The jade I practiced when I was young is more beautiful than this one, and it's even better than this. I don't think this jade pendant is ugly enough to bear the meaning."

He said, looked at Yan Xingyu, and said, "Isn't it, Xingyu?"

After Xing Yu came back to his senses, he quickly nodded his head like a pounding garlic, desperately agreeing.

"Yes, yes."

Mrs. Yan: "..."

Madam Yan looked at Jing Hanzhang in disbelief. Although she knew that the rumored Seventh Prince had a surly temper and was unpredictable, she never expected him to be so vile?

Even dared to crush the things given by the elders directly, and even whipped them wantonly.

And her son, who was gentle and timid since childhood, actually agreed with her in front of her face?

Although Jing Hanzhang was usually rude, he was not so rude. He just couldn't bear the way this person bullied Yan Xingyu, so he simply relied on his status as a monster. Anyway, she couldn't sue the emperor.

Jing Hanzhang clapped his hands, with disgust on his face, as if there was something dirty in his palm, he thought it was not clean, so he lifted Yan Xingyu's sleeve to wipe his hands.

Yan Xingyu not only didn't dislike her, but even held his sleeves for him to wipe, the fear and despair when facing her had long since disappeared from his face.

Mrs. Yan: "..."

Madam Yan's face darkened, but she couldn't get angry, so she could only force a smile.

Yan Weiming on the side was still foolish enough not to see the confrontation between the three, and said with some distress: "If you don't want it, you can give it to me. Even if you are ugly, you can exchange a few taels of silver for candy."

Mrs. Yan...

Mrs. Yan was going to die of anger at this stupid son.

Seeing that her face finally changed, Jing Hanzhang finally let out a sigh of relief, and deliberately said to Yan Xingyu in a strange manner: "Xingyu, your highness will not carve magpies for the next piece of jade, and use the best Khotan seed material to carve one for you." How about the dragon and the phoenix?"

Yan Xingyu hurriedly said, "Okay, okay."

Mrs. Yan: "..."