Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

There was no sign of a joke on Yan Xingyu's face. It seemed that he really thought he was unparalleled in beauty, and he was not humble at all.

Jing Hanzhang was silent for a long time, and then suddenly laughed.

Yan Xingyu was afraid of the cold, and his lips turned pale soon after kneeling on the snow. Jing Hanzhang stood up directly, and hugged Yan Xingyu horizontally.

An Ping, who was watching from a distance, hurried over: "Your Highness, Your Majesty said that if you get up without authorization, you should kneel more..."

... Kneel for an extra hour.

Jing Hanzhang didn't listen to what he said at all, he gently carried Yan Xingyu back to the wheelchair, and took off his cloak to wrap it around Yan Xingyu's thin body.

Yan Xingyu was swayed twice by him, and with difficulty, half of his face emerged from the collar, and he said vaguely: "Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang looked at him and smiled, and said in a low voice, "You shameless deer."

Just as Yan Xingyu was about to speak, Jing Hanzhang patted his forehead and said, "I have received the amulet, and I will take it with me. The snow is too heavy, you should go back and rest."

Yan Xingyu: "Then you..."

Jing Hanzhang said: "It's okay."

Seeing that he kept telling him to go back, Yan Xingyu couldn't keep any more, so he just looked at the gold in his hand and said in a muffled voice, "I haven't used it up yet."

Jing Hanzhang laughed: "Save it for another day."

Yan Xingyu nodded, stuffed the gold into his sleeve, and dawdled for a long time before being pushed away by Aman and leaving the palace.

After Yan Xingyu left, Jing Hanzhang lifted his clothes and knelt down again.

Anping mumbled from the side: "Your Highness..."

"Three hours, I know." Jing Hanzhang glanced at him, and said with a smile that was not a smile, "You should expect me to kneel without any problems. If I get sick, no one in the whole palace will be able to get better."

Anping: "..."

Anping shivered, and hurriedly asked the palace servants to prepare a futon charcoal basin for His Highness the Seventh Prince, and almost built a shelter for him temporarily.

Jing Hanzhang felt relieved.

On the way back to the prime minister's mansion, Yan Xingyu had been writing letters in the swaying carriage. Aman was sitting at his feet, not daring to look up to see what he was writing, only knowing that his son looked very angry.

Yan Xingyu wrote a piece of paper, but felt dissatisfied, so he crumpled the paper into a ball, frowned and threw it on the ground.

After a while, there was already a ball of paper all over the carriage.

Aman boldly glanced at the ball of paper, only to see a bunch of dagger-like pens, all with the same word written on them.

"kill"……

Aman trembled, not knowing who his young master was going to kill again, but he bravely persuaded him: "Young master..."

Before he could persuade him why he came, the carriage stopped abruptly, as if someone was blocking the way ahead.

The last time he entered the palace, he was chased and killed. This time, Yan Xingyu thought he was the emperor's man, and his always gentle eyes were like a sharp knife out of its sheath, cold and stern.

Aman immediately said: "I'll come! Aman will solve it! It's just a bug, don't dirty your hands."

The young master is not afraid of getting dirty now, when he thinks of Jing Hanzhang kneeling pitifully in his mind, his hands tremble uncontrollably.

Yan Xingyu thought blankly, what if he had been kneeling for so long in such a cold day, if he fell ill?Who can drink medicine for him?

For a moment, Yan Xingyu even had the urge to tear off the amulet on his body and smash it into pieces.

Just then, a familiar voice came from the carriage.

"Son."

Yan Xingyu's eyes full of killing intent cleared up for a moment, he frowned and lifted the curtain of the car beside him, facing a smiling face.

The street was empty, there was no one there.

Feng Chenzhou blocked the way alone, holding a bamboo bone umbrella, slowly bowing his head to salute him, with white hair and white clothes, under the vast white snow, he looked like a snow demon.

Yan Xingyu frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

Feng Chenzhou raised his head, and met Yan Xingyu's eyes that had not dissipated his murderous intent, he was stunned for a moment, a little bit embarrassed.

How did the previous him recognize this beast as a deer?

Are you blind?

Blind Feng Chenzhou gently removed the umbrella, and said with a smile: "I offended you so much last time, I hope you will read it for the sake of your breath, and don't be as knowledgeable as I am."

Yan Xingyu looked at him indifferently: "What happened last time? Did you offend me, or did you drug me?"

Feng Chenzhou choked, he didn't expect that he even knew that he was going to take medicine, no wonder he was beaten so badly.

Feng Chenzhou touched the face that had been stepped on, and he didn't dare to say anything.

But he was extremely thick-skinned, and he smiled boldly: "I have both."

Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes, and a gust of wind blew a few flakes of snow into the carriage. The snow petals fell on his eyelashes, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a drop of water and rolled down his cheeks.

Feng Chenzhou... his eyes were straightened, he just stared straight at him.

Yan Xingyu met his eyes, and said lightly: "If you look at me like this again, I will gouge your eyes out."

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Feng Chenzhou secretly scolded himself for being cowardly, ignored the lesson, and immediately lowered his head: "My lord, forgive me."

Yan Xingyu straightened his sleeves lightly, and said casually, "You said you came to plead guilty?"

Feng Chenzhou said: "Yes."

"Then no matter what I ask you to do, you will do it?"

Feng Chenzhou didn't blink his eyes: "Yes, let the young master tell you."

Yan Xingyu nodded, seemingly satisfied, he stretched out his hand and gently opened his sleeves towards the mid-air not far away.

Feng Chenzhou was puzzled and said: "You are..."

"I heard that you are good at qinggong." Yan Xingyu said lightly, "Then let me see if you can catch up with my arrow."

Feng Chenzhou: "?"

Feng Chenzhou was still confused.

Yan Xingyu said: "Catch my arrow back before it hits the ground."

As the final sound of "come" fell, Yan Xingyu's hand moved suddenly, and the crossbow on his wrist whizzed out a feathered arrow, which suddenly disappeared into the air.

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Feng Chenzhou was dumbfounded.

Yan Xingyu gently brushed a lock of hair from his shoulders back, his eyes were gentle and full of smiles.

"My lord, are you still going?"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Chenzhou immediately flew forward, almost crying to chase the arrow.

Aman's jaw almost fell to the side.

Yan Xingyu leaned his elbows on the carriage window, and tapped his porcelain white fingers carelessly on the side of his face. Seeing a white shadow flying over the roof in the heavy snow, he suddenly laughed.

He held Jing Hanzhang's great cloak, sniffed the remaining breath of wind and snow, and said softly, "He's really fun."

Aman shivered.

The carriage stopped on the empty street, and after a while, Feng Chenzhou came back in a bit of embarrassment, panting and holding a feathered arrow.

Gritting his teeth secretly, he held the feather arrow in both hands and offered it to Yan Xingyu. The tiger's mouth in his right hand was shaken to a bloody mess, and he said with difficulty: "My lord, your arrow."

Yan Xingyu shot the arrow into the air, leaving time for Feng Chenzhou to catch it, but the arrow was extremely fast, even Aman couldn't guarantee that he could find the arrow before it hit the ground and catch it accurately.

But Feng Chenzhou did it.

Yan Xingyu didn't change his face, he stretched out his hand out of the window and took the feather arrow, which still had some of Feng Chenzhou's blood on it.

Yan Xingyu smiled lightly, threw the arrow out of the window casually, and said flatly: "This arrow is dirty, it is no longer mine."

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

After he said that, completely ignoring Feng Chenzhou's ugly expression, he threw the curtain of the car and signaled the driver to drive.

Soon, the carriage moved, and the snow on the carriage shed was shaken off by the shaking of the carriage, and fell onto Feng Chenzhou.

Aman hesitantly looked at Feng Chenzhou, who was hanging his head in the heavy snow with a blank expression, and said, "Master, is it not good to do this...?"

Yan Xingyu no longer wrote letters, he wiped the ink marks on his fingers slowly, without making a sound.

Aman didn't dare to intervene in his affairs without permission, so he had no choice but to keep quiet and watch.

In the heavy snow, Feng Chenzhou tightly clenched his fists, staring at the place where the carriage was gradually going away, and did not leave for a long time.

I don't know if Yan Xingyu got retribution for teasing Feng Chenzhou, but since that day, he has never seen Jing Hanzhang again.

Jing Hanzhang often came out of the palace to play with him, but this time he didn't come for two days, Yan Xingyu was so anxious that he hurriedly took the jade card to enter the palace, but was told that His Royal Highness was banned by the emperor in the palace, and no one was ordered not to see him he.

Yan Xingyu had been thinking about how to meet Jing Hanzhang all day long, and he was not in the mood to count the golden lockets in his hand.

But he didn't struggle for long, because the twenty-three year was approaching, the emperor invited the clan to a palace banquet, and the prime minister's residence was also included.

Yan Xingyu seldom paid attention to what clothes to wear since he was a child, and he was used to being ascetic in Hanruo Temple for so many years. In his opinion, the dusty monk's robes and the fine clothes trimmed with gold thread are not much at all. respectively.

For the first time in this palace banquet, he asked Aman to find out for him the brocade clothes that Yan Xiuzhi had given him some time ago.

Aman's face was full of surprise, but he turned it out.

Yan Xingyu looked around happily. On the day when he was young, he got up early in the morning to change clothes.

When Zhao Bo came to pick him up, he opened his eyes in surprise when he saw his attire.

Yan Xingyu didn't care what other people looked at, he held Jing Hanzhang's deer jade carving in his hand, and got on the carriage into the palace with his eyes bent.

Knowing that he and Mrs. Yan did not get along, Yan Ji arranged for him to sit in a carriage with Yan Weiming.

During this period of time, Yan Weiming seldom went home from the Taixue, and he didn't hang out with Chang Xiao's group of cronies. Instead, he started to read books seriously.

In the carriage, Yan Weiming sat opposite Yan Xingyu, and said enthusiastically, "Brother, you look good today!"

Yan Xingyu tilted his head and said with a smile, "You look good too."

Yan Weiming looks exactly like Yan Ji, and although he and Yan Xingyu are brothers, they don't bear much resemblance.

He was praised by Yan Xingyu, and Yan was very happy.

Yan Xingyu looked at him and said, "Are you in Taixue now?"

"Yes." Yan Weiming nodded, clenched his fists and said without knowing where the motivation came from, "I want to read more books, and when I'm older, I will go to the exam."

Yan Xingyu asked in surprise, "You?"

He always thought that someone like Yan Weiming, who was loved by his parents, would honestly be a playboy at home, but he didn't expect him to have such a progressive idea?

Yan Xingyu didn't know what to say, so he could only praise him: "Okay, it's good to have ambition."

Yan Weiming nodded happily.

On the way, when Yan Weiming lifted the curtain of the car to look out, he happened to see Yan Chenxi with a murderous look on his face, leading people across the street, as if to arrest them.

Yan Weiming didn't dare to say hello, so he quickly shrank back.

Yan Xingyu was counting gold, planning to have a few more words with Jing Hanzhang today, seeing Yan Weiming's cowardly look, he smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

Yan Weiming whispered: "Brother, he seems to be going to kill someone."

Yan Xingyu said helplessly: "He should go to work, don't think him so scary."

Speaking of this, Yan Weiming walked next to Yan Xingyu, picked up a small hand stove to add charcoal, and said mysteriously: "Brother, I heard in Taixue a few days ago that the thief who stole the treasure of the Regent's Palace was caught."

Yan Xingyu raised his eyebrows: "Who caught it?"

"Feng Chenzhou." Yan Weiming said with disgust on his face, "Just that Chang Xiao's cousin, I don't know what kind of luck he had, and he made such a great achievement. I heard that the elder brother is not happy. The Insect Guards were investigating."

Yan Xingyu said: "Who is that thief?"

"I don't know." Yan Weiming's voice became smaller and smaller, pulling Yan Xingyu's sleeve, and said in a breathy voice, "It doesn't matter who the thief is, what matters is what he stole."

"What did he steal?"

"A piece of Xuanyu Token." Yan Weiming whispered as if he was afraid of being found out, "Now almost the entire capital city knows that that piece of Xuanyu Token can make the Anbu left behind by the Regent obey orders."

Yan Xingyu didn't understand, so: "This kind of thing... who spread it?"

Yan Weiming shook his head: "Anyway, after Feng Chenzhou caught the thief, rumors came out immediately."

Yan Xingyu was thoughtful.

After a while, everyone entered the palace gate.

Yan Ji and Mrs. Yan had already gone in first, and Yan Xingyu got out of the carriage closely behind, and saw someone standing not far away holding an umbrella, as if waiting for someone.

It was snowing lightly in the sky, Aman was pushing the wheelchair, Yan Weiming was holding an umbrella for him, and he was still talking about the funny things he encountered in Taixue on the way.

Yan Xingyu stared at the person not far away in a daze.

Soon, the wheelchair slid over, and as Yan Xingyu expected, the person holding the umbrella was Jing Hanzhang who hadn't seen him for many days.

After Yan Xingyu recognized the person, he immediately said, "Your Highness!"

Jing Hanzhang, who was bored counting snowflakes, heard the voice, turned his head, raised his eyebrows flamboyantly, and said loudly, "Why are you so slow? My Highness thought you wouldn't come today."

After all, Yan Xingyu is a person who doesn't like to join in the fun, and the palace is a place to eat people, how could this deer jump into the tiger's mouth.

Yan Xingyu patted the armrest of the wheelchair, and Aman immediately walked like flying, pushed the wheelchair and rushed over, leaving the dazed Yan Weiming on the spot.

"elder brother!"

After arriving in front of Jing Hanzhang, Yan Xingyu didn't have time to say anything. He took out a heavy bag of gold from his sleeve, fixed his eyes on Jing Hanzhang, and stuffed it into his hand without blinking.

Jing Hanzhang put the umbrella on Yan Xingyu's head, and glared at him: "What are you doing? Are you not ashamed?"

Yan Xingyu didn't know what it was to be ashamed at all, he was frank as hell, after stuffing the dozens of gold pieces, he looked at him eagerly, and said in a low voice, "I miss Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang coughed dryly. Although he had long been used to Yan Xingyu's straightforward temper, he was still caught off guard every time.

But this time he has experienced many battles, he was well prepared, he stretched out his hand to throw the money bag, and said slowly: "Huh? And then, just this sentence. Then you are at a loss, so much gold, I still think you want to read the article Let your highness listen to the policy theory."

"Don't read." Yan Xingyu rolled his eyes and said softly, "How many gold pieces are here, Xingyu has thought about His Highness so many times."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang, who had been prepared for a long time, threw away his helmet and armor in an instant, and his face burned.