Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

In the afternoon, when Yan Ji returned to the mansion, Uncle Zhao ran behind him into the study, saying: "The Seventh Prince came to the mansion today to look for the young master."

Yan Ji responded casually, he specifically told the Jingzhe Guards that anyone can go in, except Jing Hanzhang.

Uncle Zhao hesitated, Yan Ji frowned when he saw him like this, "He went in?"

"That's not true." Uncle Zhao wondered, "I watched him leave the side courtyard, but I just asked the porter and found that His Highness the Seventh Prince hasn't left the Prime Minister's residence yet."

Yan Ji's footsteps paused, his face darkened: "Who has been to the side courtyard today?"

Uncle Zhao: "There are no unrelated people waiting, only medicine delivery at noon."

Yan Ji's face became even uglier, he didn't go to the study, and went directly to Yan Xingyu's residence.

Yan Xingyu, who just woke up from a nap, didn't know that his father was coming to "catch rape", and was curled up in Jing Hanzhang's arms and fast asleep.

Jing Hanzhang had already silently recited the Buddhist scriptures that he didn't know right or wrong to force himself to calm down. He looked down at Yan Xingyu who was sleeping soundly, and finally found some problems.

Was the previous Yan Xingyu so lethargic?

Are you sick again?

Jing Hanzhang was thinking wildly when he heard the sound of wings flapping outside the window. He didn't want to care about it at first, but the flapping sound became louder and louder.

Jing Hanzhang was afraid of waking up Yan Xingyu, so he put on his outer robe lightly and got up.

Outside the window is a carrier pigeon with a small bamboo tube tied to its leg.

Jing Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, took off the bamboo tube, and released the pigeon.

He thought there was something important in the letter, so he went back to the bed and gently woke Yan Xingyu up: "Xingyu, there are pigeons."

Yan Xingyu was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and murmured, "Look, Your Highness."

Seeing that he really couldn't open his eyes, Jing Hanzhang said that he could read it, and he didn't pretend, he opened the letter like a gentleman.

A few words were written on it, Jing Hanzhang coughed dryly, and said in embarrassment: "I don't know the words on it."

Yan Xingyu struggled for a while before waking up with difficulty. He glanced at the letter with his eyes wide open, then fell down on the soft pillow again, and said without strength: "Yu Xi said, my father is coming to catch the rape."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

After Yan Xingyu finished speaking, he didn't care at all, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Jing Hanzhang breathed in silently.

Knowing that Yan Ji was coming, he felt guilty for no reason.

After so much effort, Yan Ji arrived at the courtyard with a sullen face, opened the door and rushed in quickly.

It's just that before he entered the room, the door was opened.

After putting on his clothes, Jing Hanzhang lazily stepped out of the threshold. When he saw Yan Ji, he raised his eyebrows and said frantically, "Isn't this Prime Minister Yan? Aren't you busy with your daily affairs? Why do you have time to come here?"

He even hit it back.

Yan Ji's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "I should ask His Highness this question."

"Me?" Jing Hanzhang didn't feel the embarrassment of being caught, and said very naturally, "Of course I came to visit Xing Yu. Didn't you say that he had a sudden illness, why didn't he ask the imperial doctor to come and see him?"

Yan Ji looked at him indifferently, raised his hand and said: "This is a family matter of the Prime Minister's House, and it should not be His Highness's turn to worry about it—please."

After being ordered to evict guests, Jing Hanzhang was so thick-skinned as if he didn't see it, he yawned and said, "Prime Minister, don't be so anxious, I promised Xing Yu to have dinner with him, it's not too early to leave All right."

Yan Ji looked at him with deep eyes, wishing that the Insect Guards would beat him out.

Jing Hanzhang added in a very embarrassing way: "I know the prime minister doesn't want me to see Xing Yu, but today it was your negligence that His Highness got in here. It's my own ability. Anyway, I have seen it, the prime minister should It doesn't matter if it's half an hour or a day."

Yan Ji: "..."

Yan Ji looked at him for a long time, and just when Jing Hanzhang thought he was about to drive him out in a rage, he threw up his sleeves and left without saying a word—Prime Ministers are always calm and strategizing, but this time it seemed that he was being ruthless up.

After Jing Hanzhang took Yan Ji away, he snorted at the Jingzhe Guard who was guarding the door, and went back to the room to close the door, very proud.

Yan Xingyu had already woken up, and was nestling comfortably under the quilt at this time, only showing a small head and looking at Jing Hanzhang curiously.

Jing Hanzhang lifted one side of the bed curtain and sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "Have you had enough sleep?"

Yan Xingyu yawned: "Not yet."

Jing Hanzhang put his hand on his forehead, frowned and said, "Are you sick?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head: "I have been drinking medicine."

Jing Hanzhang was still a little worried.

It seems that Yan Xingyu has been listless since the palace banquet.

Although he was ill before, he was also very sick, but it was a little different from now.

"I don't know if there is a Buddha rooted in the capital city. Yuxi said that there is no one in southern Xinjiang, and I plan to go to the northwest to look for it." Jing Hanzhang thought for a while, and felt that his heart disease should be cured first, and said, "If it is after the New Year Yan Chongshen has gone to the northwest, I will ask him to look for it."

Yan Xingyu nodded, shook his little finger, and whispered, "I'll be fine, I'll live until His Highness finds Buddha roots for me."

Jing Hanzhang's brows were still tightly frowned. He bent down and brushed Yan Xingyu's hair aside, and said, "Promise Your Highness, if you still can't find it after two years, I will bleed my blood."

Yan Xingyu rolled his eyes: "Okay."

Jing Hanzhang touched his head, sighed and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to come here again in the future, your father is too strict, are you so afraid that you will be abducted by me?"

Yan Xingyu just looked at him and smiled.

"After the new year, I will force my father to let me go out of the palace to build a mansion. Anyway, your father can't be on guard against me day and night forever." Jing Hanzhang thought, "When you can leave the mansion, let people Tell me—do you still have the jade token I gave you?"

Yan Xingyu nodded.

Seeing that he nodded so seriously, Jing Hanzhang thought about it and asked tentatively: "Then what about the jade carving I gave you?"

Yan Xingyu said: "It's all kept."

Fearing that Jing Hanzhang would not believe it, he sat up on the couch wrapped in a quilt, opened the small cabinet by the bed, and revealed the contents inside.

This small cabinet is the same as Jing Hanzhang's treasure chest, it is full of Yan Xingyu's favorite things.

Gold, silver, and a locket.

Open the small box, inside is the small pouch of gold ingots that Jing Hanzhang had seen before, which contained seven gold pieces that Jing Hanzhang gave him when he was young.

There were actually a few sheets of paper folded squarely on the side.

Jing Hanzhang curiously picked up one, unfolded it to take a look, and found that it was written in his own crazy handwriting.

"Yanxing Deer"

And the inscription that was so high-profile that it ascended to heaven.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang looked at Yan Xingyu strangely: "This is..."

Yan Xingyu took a look: "Oh, this is what His Highness gave me when I returned to the capital when I was sending the deer."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback, but he didn't expect him to keep it.

He folded the paper and put it back in silence, his heart trembling a little, and looked at the other things in the box one by one - all of them bore his marks.

For some reason, Jing Hanzhang felt a little sore in his heart. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "You recognized me the first time you saw me?"

Yan Xingyu tilted his head and thought for a while: "I just felt familiar at the time, but I wasn't sure."

Jing Hanzhang whispered: "If you had asked me directly at that time, I would definitely..."

Sure what?

After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, he didn't even know what he was going to say.

Will definitely treat him well?

Surely he wouldn't scold him fiercely like before, and didn't even help him when he was embarrassed by the emperor in the palace?

For the first time, His Majesty the Seventh Prince felt remorse.

Yan Xingyu showed Jing Hanzhang all the things he gave him one by one, all of which were hidden in the box.

Jing Hanzhang rubbed his sore heart, and muttered: "I will treat you well in the future."

Yan Xingyu laughed when he heard this.

"it is good."

Jing Hanzhang stayed in the prime minister's mansion until late at night, and reluctantly went back before the palace gate was locked.

After that day, it became even more difficult for him to see Yan Xingyu.

Yan Xingyu was grounded and could not go anywhere. He originally wanted Yuxi to send a message to Yan Xiuzhi, but after thinking about it, if Yan Xiuzhi knew that he was a broken sleeve, he would most likely be restrained like Yan Ji to prevent him from messing around with Jing Hanzhang.

No matter where he went, he would be grounded, so Yan Xingyu had no choice but to stop messing around.

This was Yan Xingyu's first New Year's Eve after returning to Beijing. He didn't want to have any New Year's Eve dinner at the same table with Mrs. Yan, so he only said a few auspicious words to Yan Ji before returning to the courtyard.

On New Year's Day, the city is full of noise and bustling.

Yan Xingyu was sitting in the yard, holding a small hand stove and looking at the dark sky not far away. The fireworks continued to explode, illuminating the night sky for a moment.

Yan Xingyu was trapped in a corner of the side courtyard, surrounded by the Jingzhe Guards that bound him tightly like a big net.

Aman sat at his feet, happily watching the fireworks in the sky.

The last firework was extremely huge, and the sound of the explosion startled Aman, and then he burst out laughing.

He tugged at Yan Xingyu's sleeve, and said loudly, "Master! That fireworks are so big, it's worthy of the capital city, even..."

His joyful words stopped abruptly.

Yan Xingyu was weeping quietly, he lowered his eyes at some point, took out one of the poisons from the crossbow, and picked up a pill that was exactly the same as the poison and put it in the box of candied fruit that he had already eaten.

Aman froze for a moment, not knowing what he was doing.

Yan Xingyu casually shook the candied fruit box lightly, opened the lid, and took one casually, as if eating candied fruit on weekdays, and swallowed it without looking at it.

It was only then that Aman came to his senses, his hair stood on end in fright.

"Son!"

Yan Xingyu didn't seem to know what he had done. After swallowing the pill or poison, he closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before laughing softly.

He looked extremely sad, laughing and crying.

Aman looked at him blankly.

"Who am I?"

Yan Xingyu's laughter was trembling slightly, tears slid down his cheeks and fell on his sleeves along the tip of his nose, he said dreamily: "Does anyone care who I am?"

Aman reached out to grab his sleeve in fear, but Yan Xingyu threw it away.

The way Yan Xingyu looked at him was the same as when he was looking at a stranger. He murmured: "You are with them."

Aman immediately said: "Aman is not, Aman is with the young master!"

Yan Xingyu didn't hear this sentence at all, he stood up from the wheelchair, his clothes dragged on the floor, and slowly dragged on the ground with his movements.

Aman called him tremblingly: "Master?"

Yan Xingyu's clothes were thin, and he walked back to the inner room step by step with a dull expression. He seemed to be in a daze, humming a strange tune while walking.

Aman's face was terrified, and he scrambled to follow, when he heard Yan Xingyu whispering.

"Fawn da da da, ran to the sleeping nest."

On the second day, Yan Xingyu turned back to the gentle and gentle sick beauty in the usual days, as if those strange actions last night were all Aman's illusion.

But only Aman could see that since his young master returned to Beijing, it was like a string that was getting tighter and tighter, and it would break directly at some point.

It seemed that someone was driving Yan Xingyu crazy step by step.

I don't know if it was a bit of wind, but Yan Xingyu fell seriously ill again after the year, and even suffered from a heart attack.

On weekdays, his heart disease is minor, and it hurts from time to time, which makes people feel that it is not too serious.

But once it is really serious, it is like walking through the gate of hell.

Yu Xi swears and swears, and every day beside Yan Xingyu's bed, he talks about bleeding Jing Hanzhang's blood.

The disease didn't get better until the beginning of spring.

And after going back that day, I don't know what Yan Ji said to the emperor, Jing Hanzhang couldn't even get out of the palace gate, he was so angry that he disturbed the huge palace, the emperor was also upset by him, and finally agreed He went to the northwest with Yan Chongshen.

In the past few years, Jing Hanzhang had nowhere to put his blood, so he had to go to the patrol camp every day to find someone to fight. The emperor didn't want him to go to the border to suffer, so he kept restraining him. For this reason, Jing Hanzhang made countless troubles.

But now the emperor sent Jing Hanzhang to the northwest, but Jing Hanzhang didn't want to go.

He knew that the emperor and Yan Ji were deliberately breaking up the two.

King Rui was crowned king and wanted to compete with the second prince overtly and secretly. Jing Hanzhang hadn't planned to go to the northwest, but after thinking about it for several days, he finally decided to leave Beijing.

The huge city of Kyoto cannot accommodate Jing Hanzhang's rebellion, perhaps the Northwest is really a good place to go.

After Jing Hanzhang made up his mind, he took his attendants directly to the prime minister's mansion.

He wanted to see Yan Xingyu for the last time.

It has been several months, and Yan Xingyu's side courtyard is still guarded, but it is not as strict as it was at the beginning, and Jing Hanzhang easily entered.

When Yan Ji heard the news and rushed over, Jing Hanzhang had already embraced the sleeping Yan Xingyu in his arms, with a very intimate gesture.

Yan Ji: "..."

Knowing that Jing Hanzhang was smashing the jar, Yan Ji's expression turned ugly, but he didn't stop him.

Anyway, he will go to the Northwest soon, and he may not come back for several years.

When Jing Hanzhang comes back, there may not be much left of the first love between the two when they were young.

Yan Xingyu was still ill, his face was pale, and he was too sick to wake up.

He didn't open his eyes, but Jing Hanzhang didn't squirm like before, he gently brushed Yan Xingyu's messy hair.

Probably because Jing Hanzhang's breath was too familiar, Yan Xingyu, who was in a coma, instinctively wanted to wake up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes, so he could only utter with difficulty: "Your Highness..."

Seeing how difficult it was for him to wake up, Jing Hanzhang hugged him and shook him gently, and said softly, "Good boy, keep sleeping, I'm here."

Yan Xingyu's lips moved lightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength and couldn't even make a sound.

Jing Hanzhang coaxed him softly: "Little deer da da da, ran to the sleeping nest."

I am not afraid of the wind and rain.

His voice was unprecedentedly gentle, and Yan Xingyu, who had been struggling to wake up, was soothed, and he relaxed his body after a while, allowing himself to lean against Jing Hanzhang's arms.

After Jing Hanzhang coaxed him to sleep, he carefully put him back on the soft pillow, tucked the quilt for him, watched for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

It's just that after he left for a while, he suddenly regretted it.

Jing Hanzhang ran in from outside in a hurry, lifted the curtain of the bed, panted slightly and looked at Yan Xingyu who was sleeping soundly on the couch.

He took a deep breath, knelt on one knee by the side of the couch, supported Yan Xingyu's face, and very softly placed a kiss on his brow like a dragonfly.

Jing Hanzhang murmured: "Wait for me to come back."