Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Half an hour later, Ah Man changed into his servant's clothes, lowered his head and carried out the folded meals.

With candied fruit in his mouth, Yan Xingyu dragged Jing Hanzhang into the inner room with crooked eyes.

During the meal time, Yan Xingyu had already told Jing Hanzhang that he was grounded for bumping against Yan Ji, and Jing Hanzhang was very unhappy: "Everyone is big and big, why do they always like to ground the juniors?"

Although Aman closed all the doors and windows before leaving, Yan Xingyu was still worried about being seen, and was still worried when he entered the inner room, so he simply pushed Jing Hanzhang into the side of the bed, and lowered the curtains on both sides of the bed to block the light from outside.

Jing Hanzhang was still muttering and complaining, and sat on the couch unconsciously.

He said: "Your father is so generous, he almost used all the Jingzhe guards that my father gave him to watch you. When did he say that he will let you go out? Will you go to the South Study Room? You... "

Jing Hanzhang frowned and raised his head, only then did he realize that the two of them were already sitting on the bed, the curtains of the bed were hanging down, and the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of each other's breathing was in their ears.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang went to see Yan Xingyu in astonishment.

The bed curtain was a little dark, but Yan Xingyu's eyes were still bright. He took off his shoes at some point, and was kneeling in front of Jing Hanzhang, looking at him eagerly.

Jing Hanzhang blushed when he saw him, and looked away in embarrassment, and said slowly: "It's broad daylight, what are you doing?"

Yan Xingyu said truthfully: "I'm afraid that the Jingzhe Guards will find out."

Jing Hanzhang stiffened his neck: "If you find it, you will find it. If you have the ability, Yan Ji will come to catch the traitor. Let's see if your Highness is cowardly or not?!"

After he finished saying "catch the traitor", Yan Xingyu didn't respond, but Jing Hanzhang froze himself.

Jing Hanzhang murmured: "What did I just say?"

Yan Xingyu was spreading the quilt and was going to take a nap with Jing Hanzhang when he heard the words and said puzzledly: "Your Highness just said that my father came to catch..."

Jing Hanzhang didn't even think about him answering himself, seeing that he was about to finish speaking, he rushed forward anxiously and covered Yan Xingyu's mouth.

But because of his momentum, Yan Xingyu was caught off guard and thrown face up on the couch.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang leaned on Yan Xingyu's body, his long hair fell down on Yan Xingyu's shoulders, as if he touched his warm jade-like face as soon as he lowered his head.

Jing Hanzhang's heart suddenly beat like never before, and almost had the illusion of jumping out of his throat immediately.

Jing Hanzhang thought numbly: "If Yan Ji comes here now, it's really a rape."

The two secretly overlapped each other in the covered bed curtain, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly ambiguous. Jing Hanzhang's Adam's apple moved with difficulty, and his whole body felt a little inexplicable restlessness.

It's just that when his eyes fell on Yan Xingyu's eyes, the impulse disappeared immediately.

Yan Xingyu lay obediently under him, his mouth covered by Jing Hanzhang's warm hand, obviously in such a lingering posture, but Yan Xingyu's eyes only had doubts and curiosity.

Jing Hanzhang stared at him blankly for a long time before realizing it later, let go of his hand suddenly, and fell off Yan Xingyu's body.

He lay on the side weakly, resting the back of his hand between his brows, looking very tired.

Yan Xingyu sat up, wondering, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang said sullenly: "I think I am a bad person."

Yan Xingyu quickly said: "Your Highness is not, Your Highness is the best person in the world."

Jing Hanzhang was originally full of depression, but when he heard the words like a child playing house, he burst out laughing.

Because the servant's clothes were exchanged for Aman, now Jing Hanzhang was wearing Yan Xingyu's outer robe, the sleeves and collar were a little too small, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Yan Xingyu thought for a while, took out a set of clothes from the small cabinet next to the bed, and handed them to Jing Hanzhang a little shyly.

Jing Hanzhang raised his hand and took a look at the clothes, feeling familiar, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Isn't this the clothes I gave you at my eldest brother's house?"

Yan Xingyu nodded.

Jing Hanzhang seemed to know something, and said with a smile: "You keep it."

Yan Xingyu nodded again.

Jing Hanzhang laughed unconsciously.

He didn't wrong himself, and raised his hand to change the clothes on his body. While changing clothes, Yan Xingyu stared at him without shame.

Jing Hanzhang was a little ashamed, but he didn't speak directly like a girl, so he turned around awkwardly.

Before changing, Yan Xingyu suddenly leaned over and raised his hand to caress the back of Jing Hanzhang's neck.

Jing Hanzhang was like a cat with its hair blown, almost jumping up, he turned his head, and was about to attack him, but Yan Xingyu said with some distress: "How did your highness hurt the back of his neck?"

On the back of Jing Hanzhang's neck, there were several scars that seemed to be scratched by the claws of small animals. At that time, the wounds should have been extremely serious. After a long time, the scars were still very obvious and turned white.

Jing Hanzhang froze, waved Yan Xingyu's hand away unnaturally, and changed his clothes in silence.

Yan Xingyu said blankly: "Your Highness, Xingyu... shouldn't you be asking this?"

Jing Hanzhang remained silent.

Although Jing Hanzhang's rage looks scary on weekdays, he doesn't really get angry; now Jing Hanzhang seems to be really angry, but he keeps silent, looking at Yan Xingyu with some fear in his heart.

Just as he was racking his brains to figure out how to coax Jing Hanzhang, Jing Hanzhang suddenly spoke.

"You tell me how your leg hurt, and I'll tell you."

"Leg injury?"

Yan Xingyu touched his leg, he even told Jing Hanzhang that his mother wanted to smother him to death, and he didn't even think about hiding his leg injury.

"Your Highness, if you want to know, you can ask me directly." Yan Xingyu looked at him strangely, "It's not necessary to change, it's not a big deal."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang became angry from embarrassment: "If you don't say it, I will leave."

Yan Xingyu quickly grabbed him: "Say it, say it."

Jing Hanzhang hummed, crossed his arms, waiting to hear what Yan Xingyu had to say.

Yan Xingyu was extremely concise: "Your Highness should have heard about the fact that I almost killed someone when I was young."

Jing Hanzhang nodded.

Yan Xingyu vaguely remembered that day seemed to be the Cold Food Festival, and the little Yan Weiming came to him with willow branches to go out to play.

At that time, Yan Xingyu was seriously ill, and he was about to recover. When he heard that he was going out to play, he immediately shook his head in horror.

He didn't dare to leave the mansion, not even the courtyard, all the maids around him were replaced by Yan Ji, not even the servants were left behind, and someone would come to bring him meals every day only when he was having meals, other than that he Don't dare to see anyone.

Today is the Cold Food Festival, Mrs. Yan, who was restrained by Yan Ji before, has also been relieved of the restraint order, and is currently busy entertaining guests in the front yard.

Yan Xingyu was frightened by her and didn't dare to go out at all.

Yan Weiming was still young at the time, so he didn't understand why he was terrified when he saw his brother.

Yan Xingyu's grass and trees were all soldiers, his eyes were full of horror, Yan Weiming couldn't drag him out, so he stayed in the yard to play with his brother.

Yan Xingyu didn't want to play, he just wanted to find a place to hide, but he choked on Shangyan Weiming's innocent eyes, so he had to let him go.

Yan Xingyu used willow branches to make a whistle for Yan Weiming to play with, and cleverly put a wreath on Yan Weiming's head.

Yan Weiming was so happy that he walked around the room and ran to the inner room to look at the bronze mirror.

But when he ran out of the inner room, he saw a man who didn't know where he turned over from the wall, and was slashing at his brother's back with a knife.

Yan Weiming was taken aback for a moment, then screamed suddenly.

When Yan Xingyu heard the voice, he turned his head immediately. When his head was facing the sharp blade that was shining with cold light, his pupils shrank. He didn't know why he reacted so quickly, and rolled over from the chair.

Yan Weiming ran over with weak legs, and while crying for mother, he hugged the man's legs tightly, not wanting him to harm his brother.

With a sound of "pa", Yan Xingyu stared blankly at the man who slapped Yan Weiming away with his palm in a rage, his small body fell straight to the side chair, and he was dizzy for a long time without getting up.

Yan Xingyu was stunned.

When Yan Xingyu said this, his brows frowned slightly: "After that, I didn't have any memory. I only knew that when I came back to my senses again, I had already grabbed the knife and held that man against his neck."

Mrs. Yan hurried over: "Xing Yu!"

Yan Xingyu didn't blink his eyes, and moved his hands vigorously, but he trembled because of the "stop" and couldn't kill him. The blood gushed out directly, splashing a few drops of warm blood on Yan Weiming's cheek beside him.

Yan Weiming was so frightened that he didn't know how to move.

Yan Xingyu was also stunned. He knelt down on the ground in a daze, and the knife in his hand fell from his trembling hands.

He didn't know what year it was, and he didn't know where he was now. After being stunned for a long time, Yan Xingyu suddenly gave a soft "ah", like a puppet doll, and crawled to Yan Weiming's side with a dumb expression on his knees.

Yan Weiming couldn't cry anymore, he stared blankly at Yan Xingyu, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Brother?"

Yan Xingyu knelt beside him, obviously covered in blood, but still expressionlessly lifted up his sleeves and gently wiped off the blood on Yan Weiming's face little by little.

Madam Yan saw this scene beside her, and couldn't stop feeling cold.

"That man didn't die, he was sent to the prison, and I don't know what happened after that." Yan Xingyu said, rolling up his obscene pants, revealing the scars on his legs and knees, "After Wei Ming was picked up, I didn't know what happened next." I realized my leg was hurt."

The scar was very light, and it shouldn't be too serious, but the ugly scar was extremely conspicuous on Yan Xingyu's slender leg.

Jing Hanzhang was surprised: "Just because of these injuries?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "Wei Ming was frightened at the time, and my mother was busy asking for a doctor for him, so she didn't have time to take care of me. I didn't find out that I was injured until my father came home at night."

Jing Hanzhang felt extremely desperate just listening to him, not to mention that Yan Xingyu was so young back then.

Jing Hanzhang gasped in distress.

"and then?"

"Father found a doctor for me, but the doctors said that the delay was too long and it was difficult to treat, so I asked my father to invite the imperial physician."

Jing Hanzhang hurriedly said: "According to Prime Minister Yan's status, isn't it easy to hire an imperial doctor from the palace?"

Yan Xingyu tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: "But I heard that all the imperial physicians went to treat the prince. When the imperial physician came back the next day, my legs could no longer move."

Jing Hanzhang felt distressed to death, and frowned: "What prince? Why are you so squeamish? What kind of disease can make the entire imperial hospital..."

Before he finished complaining, his voice suddenly stopped.

After Yan Xingyu finished talking about such a tragic incident in his childhood, he casually rolled up his obscene pants as if nothing happened.

In his opinion, even if his legs were disabled, it was no bigger than his shadow when Mrs. Yan wanted to smother her to death with her own hands.

Yan Xingyu hugged his knees, tilted his head and looked at Jing Hanzhang curiously, and said, "Your Highness, I'm done."

He was hinting that it was Jing Hanzhang's turn.

But Jing Hanzhang was covered in cold sweat for some reason, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Unnaturally, he turned his head and didn't dare to look at Yan Xingyu, and said in a nonchalant manner almost as if evading: "Change, another day."

Yan Xingyu asked suspiciously, "Another day?"

Seeing that Jing Hanzhang's face was extremely ugly, he thought that he had hit something he didn't want to say, so he hurriedly said empathetically: "Ah, His Highness doesn't want to say that it's all right, so there is no need to say it another day. If you don't want to say it, then I won't ask."

But after he finished saying this, Jing Hanzhang's expression became even uglier.

Yan Xingyu didn't know what to say for a while.

Jing Hanzhang froze in place for a long time before forcing himself to pull out an ugly smile, and asked with difficulty: "You... I remember if you liked cats before?"

Yan Xingyu nodded.

Jing Hanzhang tried his best to put his voice softly: "Where's your cat?"

Yan Xingyu said: "Leave it to Yuxi."

After he finished speaking, he added another sentence: "Yu Xi will not let him come to the side courtyard, don't worry, Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang's heart was so painful that it almost burst, he breathed in silently, and after a while he said in a muffled voice: "Since you like it, then...then take it back and raise it."

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "Your Highness doesn't like it?"

As soon as Jing Hanzhang grasped his hand, the palm that was always warm turned cold at this moment.

He looked at Yan Xingyu's eyes, almost begging, and murmured: "Don't care if I like it or not. If you like it, then keep it, okay?"

Yan Xingyu was made a little strange by his attitude, but seeing that Jing Hanzhang seemed to be about to cry, he nodded, "Well, good."

Jing Hanzhang lay there slumped, staring at the void in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yan Xingyu pulled the quilt over the two of them, and gently rubbed against Jing Hanzhang, his eyes were full of dependence that he didn't realize.

Jing Hanzhang's eyes moved slightly, and he was stunned for a long time when he met Yan Xingyu's undisguised gaze, before reaching out to press the dull pain in his heart.

"If..." Jing Hanzhang thought blankly, "If he knew that I was the one who indirectly caused his legs to be unable to be healed, would he still treat me like this?"

If he was Yan Xingyu, he would definitely ask this question directly.

But Jing Hanzhang is still Jing Hanzhang, he looks forward and backward, extremely awkward, and dare not directly bear that Yan Xingyu's eyes that are full of dependence on him will one day turn into disgust and resentment.

Yan Xingyu was probably really sleepy. He closed his eyes reluctantly after seeing Jing Hanzhang for a while, and soon let out even breathing sounds.

Jing Hanzhang looked at him for a long time, lowered his voice and tentatively called his name with breath: "Xing Yu?"

He thought Yan Xingyu was asleep, but he didn't expect Yan Xingyu to tremble as soon as he opened his mouth. He struggled to shrink into Jing Hanzhang's arms, and stared confusedly: "Your Highness, I'm here."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang couldn't put it into words: "Didn't you sleep?"

Yan Xingyu didn't open his eyes, as if he was talking in his sleep: "Your Highness called me, I can wake up anytime."

Jing Hanzhang was startled.

Yan Xingyu tugged on Jing Hanzhang's skirt, rubbed his cheek against it, and murmured, "What do you want to say, Your Highness?"

Jing Hanzhang quickly denied: "I didn't want to say anything."

Yan Xingyu said vaguely: "Okay, then when Your Highness wants to talk, call me again."

He looked like he was going to sleep again, but Jing Hanzhang instinctively supported his shoulder and shook it lightly: "Xing Yu, Yan Xingyu."

Yan Xingyu worked hard for a long time before gently opening his eyelashes and looking at him sleepily.

When Jing Hanzhang woke up, he regretted it. Facing Yan Xingyu's confused eyes, he froze for a long time before holding Yan Xingyu's five fingers with trembling hands.

Yan Xingyu was a little puzzled.

Jing Hanzhang pressed Yan Xingyu's hand on the scar on the back of his neck almost tremblingly, and murmured: "The scar on my back...was injured by a civet cat in the palace when I was young."

Yan Xingyu tilted his head, and it took him a while to digest this sentence, and said with some distress: "No wonder Your Highness is afraid of cats."

"I'm not afraid." Jing Hanzhang whispered, "I just don't like it."

Yan Xingyu smiled and said, "Okay, I don't like it."

Jing Hanzhang buried his head in Yan Xingyu's neck sullenly, and said in a low voice, "Someone set that cat on purpose to hurt me. The cat's paws were covered with poison."

Yan Xingyu was taken aback: "Poison?!"

Even knowing that Jing Hanzhang was safe and sound, Yan Xingyu was still frightened, and hurriedly tugged on his lapel: "What kind of poison is it?"

"What kind of poison is not important..." Jing Hanzhang's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he was silent, with a little breath, "The important thing is that all the people in the imperial hospital were called to me by the emperor that day. I detox."

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a moment, then boldly stretched out his hand to touch the noble head of His Royal Highness Seventh, and said in a warm voice: "It will be good if the poison is cured, and later on, did His Majesty find out who killed you? You..."

Jing Hanzhang waited and waited until Yan Xingyu scolded him angrily, he came out of his neck anxiously, grabbed Yan Xingyu's hand touching his head, his eyes were red.

"Yan Xingyu." Jing Hanzhang said almost aggrieved, "You are so smart, I don't believe you didn't understand what I meant by these words."

Yan Xingyu was startled, blinking at him: "Huh?"

When Jing Hanzhang saw that this was the point, he simply gave up on himself, and said in a trembling voice: "The day you hurt your leg, it was because I suffered a serious injury, and you made a fuss and called all the imperial doctors to my palace. , this indirectly made your legs paralyzed for so many years..."

Yan Xingyu hurriedly said: "That's poison, how could it be a serious injury?!"

Jing Hanzhang was stunned, and looked up at him in confusion.

"Your Highness thinks too much." Yan Xingyu's slender fingers gently wrapped Jing Hanzhang's black hair in circles, his eyes were full of gentleness, "Not to mention that I don't care at this time, even if I still have something in my heart. Hatred, hated to the point of hurting my leg, how could he be angry at His Highness who doesn't know anything?"

Jing Hanzhang tried his best to digest this passage, but at this moment his clever head seemed to be rusted, and he didn't turn it for a long time.

After a while, Jing Hanzhang opened his eyes wide in surprise and joy, and tightly grabbed Yan Xingyu's shoulder: "You, you don't blame me?"

Yan Xingyu said seriously: "No wonder."

Jing Hanzhang hurriedly said: "I don't believe it, you...you say it again."

Yan Xingyu: "I don't blame Your Highness."

"Say it again."

"No... strange."

Jing Hanzhang: "Come again, come again!"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was probably going crazy with joy, he kept pestering Yan Xingyu saying "no blame", Yan Xingyu had a good temper, after comforting him several times, his brows and eyes were full of tiredness.

Only then did Jing Hanzhang realize that he had begun to disregard others' feelings again, so he quickly hugged him in his arms and said dryly, "Go to sleep."

Yan Xingyu leaned against him and fell asleep comfortably.

But before he fell asleep, he noticed that Jing Hanzhang carefully reached out and poked his face, then lowered his voice, and whispered, "Xing Yu, you really don't blame me?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu was completely helpless.

Seeing that he woke him up, Jing Hanzhang immediately regretted it, as if he had done something wrong, muttered something in a low voice and pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes looking at Yan Xingyu with reddish eyes.

Yan Xingyu was so sleepy that he stared, his eyes didn't open, he groped forward and kissed the corner of Jing Hanzhang's lips through the quilt, and said vaguely: "Don't blame Your Highness, sleep Your Highness, I'm so sleepy."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang almost fell out of the couch, covered his mouth and looked at Yan Xingyu who was sleeping with his eyes closed, like a girl who was treated lightly by Deng Tuzi.