Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Because of Yan Xingyu's sudden words, Jing Hanzhang was out of his mind all day long.

After nightfall, the two of them lay on the couch without speaking, listening to the sound of wind blowing and snow falling outside.

Just when Yan Xingyu was about to fall asleep, Jing Hanzhang suddenly said, "Xingyu."

Yan Xingyu tugged at the quilt, exposed his eyes, and looked at him sleepily: "Your Highness?"

"I will find Buddha roots for you."

Jing Hanzhang stared at the bed curtain above his head and said, but after he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that this was wrong. He tightened his five fingers under the quilt, took a deep breath quietly, and forced himself to turn his gaze to Yan Xingyu.

Jing Hanzhang solemnly promised him: "I will not let you die."

Yan Xingyu was taken aback, and after a long pause, he slowly opened his eyes wide.

He didn't seem to believe Jing Hanzhang's words, he stretched out his hand from under the quilt to grab Jing Hanzhang's sleeve, his eyes were slightly red.

"Your Highness..."

As soon as his words fell, the two of them felt their worlds spinning for a while, and the familiar feeling came back again.

Jing Hanzhang was dizzy for a while, and it took him a long time to regain consciousness. He was about to see if the two had switched back, when he felt Yan Xingyu suddenly throw himself into his arms.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang almost jumped up, and hurriedly raised his hand to avoid being scolded as disciples——Since knowing that the two of them might break their sleeves, Jing Hanzhang has become more and more concerned about physical contact with Yan Xingyu.

It's just that before he had time to push Yan Xingyu away, he felt tears in his arms soaking his thin skirt.

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback.

The two had already switched back, and Yan Xingyu seemed to still firmly remember that Jing Hanzhang didn't allow himself to cry with his body, so he endured it until he came back, and then let himself cry.

Jing Hanzhang has always felt that men are too useless to cry. He has never cried even if he encounters anything since he was a child, but for some reason, when he encounters Yan Xingyu's tears, he is a little at a loss, and he has no irritability and disgust towards others.

He patted Yan Xingyu's back in a panic, thinking about what he said that made him cry, and after a while, he said, "Which sentence did I say wrong?"

Yan Xingyu murmured in a low voice: "Your Highness is the first person to say this to me."

Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Hasn't Yuxi been saving you all the time, he would rather shed the blood of the prince than take the root of Buddha to save you..."

"It's different." Yan Xingyu interrupted him, and repeated softly, "Your Highness is different from them."

Jing Hanzhang: "What's the difference?"

Only then did Yan Xingyu raise his red eyes to look at him, the tears were no longer there, and he said seriously: "They want me to live because they have plans for me. Your Highness is different."

Jing Hanzhang laughed: "Who are they referring to? What do they have in mind? Are you not afraid that I have something in mind for you?"

When Yan Xingyu heard this, his eyes shimmered. He tugged on Jing Hanzhang's lapel and said, "Your Highness can do anything to me."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang didn't know why the topic suddenly changed to this place again, he looked at him quietly for a while, and said, "You can do anything?"

Yan Xingyu nodded.

Jing Hanzhang was ruthless: "Then I want you to sleep now."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu said nonchalantly: "Your Highness... No, won't you coax me?"

He purposely showed Jing Hanzhang the undried tears on his lapel, timidly implying...that he was still crying just now.

"What are you coaxing?" Jing Hanzhang said, "Are you a child or a little girl, do you want someone to coax you when you cry?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu raised his eyes and looked at Jing Hanzhang for a long time, then let go of the hand holding the skirt, turned over sullenly, and went to sleep in a corner, the back looked extremely pitiful.

Yan Xingyu was grinding his teeth silently with a corner of the quilt in his mouth, when he suddenly felt Jing Hanzhang poke him.

He didn't move, but said in a muffled voice, "I'm not crying, I'm grinding my teeth."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was laughed angrily by him, and he ordered: "Turn around."

Yan Xingyu turned around reluctantly, continued to hold the corner of the quilt in his mouth, and looked down at him.

Yan Xingyu has always been extremely obedient in front of Jing Hanzhang, and it was the first time Jing Hanzhang saw him like this.

Jing Hanzhang was a little helpless, thinking that the little deer still had a bit of a temper.

"Come here." Jing Hanzhang stretched out his hand towards him, coughed dryly, his earlobe was red, and he said in a low voice, "You... aren't you cold?"

Yan Xingyu said vaguely: "There is Mrs. Tang."

Before going to bed, Jing Hanzhang still asked Aman to pile Tang Pozi all over the quilt, and he could reach it with a little stretch of his feet, and Yan Xingyu's toes turned red from kicking.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang had no choice but to pretend to be impatient and said: "Are you coming or not? If you don't come, I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xingyu bumped into Jing Hanzhang's arms like a stone in the water. Jing Hanzhang was caught off guard, and almost let out a cry of pain, but managed to hold it back.

Yan Xingyu was really cold, even if the quilt was covered with Mrs. Tang, his hands and feet were still cold. Jing Hanzhang held him in his arms awkwardly, and said to himself: "My Highness is not broken sleeves, not broken sleeves... He is so soft."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he suddenly felt that he was not a broken sleeve, but a beast.

When Jing Hanzhang was in Yan Xingyu's body, he didn't care whether the shell was soft or thin. He only cared about whether Yan Xingyu's crossbow was fun or not, and whether the medicine he drank was bitter or not.

This was the first time that Jing Hanzhang was so close to him, and he could feel Yan Xingyu's slightly cool breath on his shoulders, and a lock of hair hanging on the side swayed with his breath.

Jing Hanzhang's fingers were trembling, and he looked at Yan Xingyu, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, as if he had seen a ghost.

"This..." Jing Hanzhang thought messily, "Can this be considered a broken sleeve?"

For the first time in his life, he felt that a man's sleepy face with closed eyes could make his heart throb uncontrollably, and uncontrollable emotions burst out from his heart.

Jing Hanzhang tasted it for a long time in the quiet night before realizing it in astonishment.

That kind of emotion seems to be a heartbeat.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang pulled the quilt expressionlessly and buried his whole face in the quilt, intending to suffocate himself to death.

lecher.

I don't know if it's because Jing Hanzhang's mind is full of Yan Xingyu, he had a dream about Yan Xingyu.

In the dream, at the Flower Festival, Jing Hanzhang held Xiao Xingyu's hand and handed him to a beautiful woman.

He didn't recognize that woman back then, but now he knew that it was Mrs. Yan.

This should be his memory back then, when he returned Xiao Xingyu to his mother, it seemed to be this scene.

Jing Hanzhang thought it was fun, and watched with great interest as Yan Xingyu bounced and followed his mother away in the crowd.

In the next moment, the surrounding crowd seemed to turn into countless evil spirits, swallowing Yan Xingyu's small figure with claws and teeth.

Jing Hanzhang's eyes widened suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, the lively and lively child's face was ashen, and his eyes had lost all their luster. He seemed to be lying on the side of a bed, coughing blood violently while struggling to get out of bed. get out of bed.

Jing Hanzhang froze all over, as if he was being shackled by something, he squatted on the spot, unable to move at all, he could only watch the emaciated child roll off the couch.

Xiao Xingyu's leg seemed to be injured, red bloodstains slowly overflowed from the white gauze, like a cluster of blooming words fell on the ground, he fell on the ground and couldn't move at all, he could only stretch his arms to pick up something not far away.

Jing Hanzhang murmured: "Yan Xing...Yu."

Xiao Xingyu seemed to have heard it, he raised his head to look at him in a daze, and it took a while for the light to rekindle in his eyes as if from ashes, he said in a hoarse voice, "Brother."

Jing Hanzhang wanted to help him, but he couldn't move at all. He could only watch helplessly as Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand to him desperately, as if he wanted him to save him.

Jing Hanzhang tried his best to help him up, for fear that the cold ground would make him sick.

Yan Xingyu's legs were seriously injured, but he didn't feel any pain at all, and just stretched out his hands persistently.

Jing Hanzhang stared at him blankly for a while, then slowly moved his gaze down.

At his feet, there are a few scattered golden pegs.

What Yan Xingyu originally wanted to pick up...was just a few golden lockets that he gave casually and didn't care about at all.

There seemed to be a thunderous sound in Jing Hanzhang's ears, which made his internal organs ache.

He was able to move suddenly, and ran to Yan Xingyu staggeringly, wanting to reach out to help him.

The cold hand rested on Jing Hanzhang's broad palm, making Jing Hanzhang tremble from the cold.

He lowered his head in confusion, and met Yan Xingyu's eyes that were as gray as dead.

"Brother." Yan Xingyu called him expressionlessly, "Don't send me away, she's going to kill me."

For some reason, Jing Hanzhang broke out in a cold sweat.

Soon, Yan Xingyu's face in the dream changed again. He blinked and looked at Jing Hanzhang, his face was harmless to humans and animals, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He said in a milky voice, "Your Highness, have you finally come to save me?"

Jing Hanzhang stared at him blankly, unable to say anything at all.

"Great." Xiao Xingyu's eyes curved, "I've been waiting for my brother for a long time."

He tugged at the corner of Jing Hanzhang's clothes, his eyes were full of unconcealed joy.

But Jing Hanzhang desperately wanted to back away as if he had seen an evil ghost.

He always knew that Yan Xingyu must have encountered a lot when he was young, otherwise he would not have changed from such a cute and cheerful child to this quiet and introverted character, and even broke his legs.

The previous him was too lazy to delve into it, it had nothing to do with him anyway;

But now he doesn't dare to delve into it, he is afraid that he won't be able to bear to hear what happened to Yan Xingyu back then.

This sudden nightmare made Jing Hanzhang suddenly realize that Yan Xingyu who met him back then was five years old, and he was sent to Hanruo Temple within two months.

In the past two months, what happened to him...

Seeing the ignorant Xiao Xingyu in the dream bending his eyes and thanking him for saving him, Jing Hanzhang suddenly felt chills all over his body.

He couldn't wait to escape from this dream.

The only time he saved Yan Xingyu was when he snatched him back from the traffickers.

Since then...

Jing Hanzhang was startled suddenly.

One more time.

Some time ago, when Yan Xingyu was trapped in the General's Mansion, he went to fetch Yan Xingyu out late at night like a child playing around.

It was a small matter for Jing Hanzhang to pass the time, but Yan Xingyu said to him with tears all over his face.

"Thank you for coming to save me."

Ten years ago, when Yan Xingyu was in trouble in the prime minister's mansion, Jing Hanzhang did not go to save him at all...

But in the dream, the scarred child smiled and thanked him for saving him.

Jing Hanzhang trembled all over, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Shocked by the dream, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The wind was still howling outside, and Jing Hanzhang saw Yan Xingyu curled up in his arms through the candlelight on the table, and he was sleeping soundly by the hem of his clothes.

He seemed to be having a good dream, his brows that had been tightly furrowed relaxed, and even the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Jing Hanzhang stared at him for a long time, then suddenly and slowly pressed his beating heart.

Jing Hanzhang didn't sleep all night, his mind was full of random thoughts, sometimes thinking about Yan Xingyu when he was a child, and sometimes thinking about Yan Xingyu now.

Anyway, his mind was full of Yan Xingyu.

There was no need to copy the scriptures today, so it was rare for Yan Xingyu to get a good night's sleep, and when he fully woke up, the quilt around him was already cold.

Yan Xingyu rubbed his eyes in confusion and sat up, calling vaguely, "Your Highness?"

He wants to hug.

Jing Hanzhang had long been used to Yan Xingyu's habit of hugging him every day when he got up early these days, so he walked in from the outside when he heard the sound, and hugged him naturally.

Yan Xingyu narrowed his eyes and got up to wash up.

Jing Hanzhang sat aside and watched him get dressed, his eyes were a little slack, as if he was wandering in emptiness.

When Yan Xingyu packed up, he suddenly said, "Xingyu."

Yan Xingyu turned around: "Huh?"

"If you don't find the root of the Buddha within three years..." Jing Hanzhang said.

Yan Xingyu tilted his head and looked at him, not understanding why he wanted to talk about Buddha taking root early in the morning, didn't he just say to look for it last night?

Jing Hanzhang raised his head and stared into Yan Xingyu's eyes for the first time without dodging or hiding. He said seriously: "You can let my blood cure the disease."

Yan Xingyu clasped the crossbow's hand, looked at him in a daze, and felt as if he hadn't woken up yet, otherwise how could he hear such absurd words?

Jing Hanzhang stood up, grabbed Yan Xingyu's hand, ignored his desperate efforts to hide, pressed his hand to his heart, looked down at him, and said, "Your Highness, save you."