Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Yan Xingyu was extremely calm, except for the shrinking of his pupils, he didn't show any clues.

He laughed, tilted his head and bowed his head, and said: "Your Highness was joking, Xing Yu didn't know what you were talking about..."

Before he finished pretending, Jing Hanzhang's eyes flashed a chill, and he grabbed the five fingers of his right hand.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu almost turned his head and shot him an arrow.

Jing Hanzhang stared at his pupils with a smile that was not a smile, and his hands kept moving, bit by bit, he penetrated into the hem of the layers of clothes, and touched a handful of small and cold crossbow arrows.

Now, Jing Hanzhang seemed to be someone who had been misunderstood countless times and finally found evidence to prove his innocence. He felt more at ease than ever before. He gave a short laugh, and the voice rang in Yan Xingyu's ears, it was terribly crisp.

Jing Hanzhang gently stroked the protruding bone on Yan Xingyu's wrist with his fingertips, knocked it twice casually, stared at Yan Xingyu's tight jaw, and said lightly: "Do you want me to lift your sleeve?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu was stiff all over, and suddenly tilted his head and coughed, and his breathing began to be a little difficult.

"Are you sick?" Jing Hanzhang looked at him with great interest, snapped his fingers with his empty hand, and soon a man walked quickly from the door with a small medicine box.

Yan Xingyu was startled.

Jing Hanzhang smiled viciously: "What a coincidence, I just brought the imperial physician here today."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Are you still human?

There was silence around.

Yan Xingyu lowered his eyes and wondered what he was thinking, while Jing Hanzhang looked at him with great interest, as if waiting for him to continue pretending.

Soon, Yan Xingyu sighed softly.

Now that they were exposed, he simply didn't cover up again, so as not to add more jokes.

Yan Xingyu put down the hand that was covering his heart, shook his hand slightly, and was still polite: "Since your Highness knows what's in my sleeve, you dare to reach out to touch it, aren't you afraid of danger?"

Seeing that he had stopped pretending, Jing Hanzhang came straight up with a burst of madness.

He was not angry, instead he curled his lips into a smile, but his eyes were extremely cold, and he still firmly held Yan Xingyu's hand: "What are you afraid of? If I die here, do you think you and the national teacher can escape the relationship?"

Yan Xingyu's lips moved slightly, and his brows frowned.

Jing Hanzhang loves hunting very much, and loves watching the prey struggling under his control. At this time, seeing Yan Xingyu seems to be cornered by him, a strong sense of joy suddenly surged in his heart.

He was looking forward to it.

Looking forward to what method Yan Xingyu can use to fight back against him.

If he compromises on this, Jing Hanzhang feels that this person is nothing more than that, and it is not worth spending any more time on a boring person.

Jing Hanzhang was waiting for Yan Xingyu's reaction.

The next moment, the boring person raised his eyes lightly, his eyes were reddish, and his voice was clear and pleadingly hoarse, filling his ears.

"Your Highness." Yan Xingyu begged softly, "You hurt me."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang: "??"

Jing Hanzhang, who had finally regained control, was beaten back to his original shape by Yan Xingyu before he could handle it for a moment.

He looked at Yan Xingyu in astonishment, as if he didn't expect him to dare to do so.

Do you use bitter tricks if you are exposed? !

Jing Hanzhang thought viciously: "My Highness will not be fooled again!"

He pulled Yan Xingyu's hand up a bit, and said in a vicious voice, "You are still not a man, and you scream for pain with just such a little strength?! Did I use force? Ah? Where did you use force? Which finger can you point out to me?" !"

Yan Xingyu whispered, "But it's really..."

"Don't cry out for pain!"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu just lowered his eyes and stopped shouting.

It's just that although he didn't yell, his body was trembling slightly, and the wrist held by Jing Hanzhang was shaking unbearably, and every part of his body was saying "I hurt".

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Seeing him like this, Jing Hanzhang thought he was a villain who did all kinds of evil.

In the end, Jing Hanzhang was afraid that Yan Xingyu would shake the arrow on his wrist, so he let go of his hand suddenly, and took a few steps back, his movements were almost embarrassing.

"you you!"

Jing Hanzhang had been in the capital for so many years, and the people he met either respected him or feared him. Even Jiang Fenghua, who grew up with him, did not dare to be so presumptuous in front of him.

And this prime minister's son who just came back from a poor place, how dare to treat him so presumptuously?

This person's face changed like turning the pages of a book, Jing Hanzhang couldn't tell whether he was just acting or really hurting.

Jing Hanzhang was incompetent and furious, and wanted to deal with Yan Xingyu the same way he used to deal with people who didn't like his eyes, but his eyes fell on that thin body, and he couldn't do it.

If he slaps it casually, is he still alive?

Yan Xingyu withdrew his hand graciously, and quietly retracted the stringed crossbow.

The national teacher had already drank half a cup of tea as if no one was there. Seeing the two people confronting each other endlessly, he tapped on the stone table lightly and said indifferently: "Your Highness, are you here to bicker and quarrel?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said angrily: "Who is arguing with him?!"

The master of the country was so calm and calm, he filled two cups with tea and said, "Have a sip of tea."

Jing Hanzhang sneered: "I don't like drinking tea."

Yan Xingyu didn't save his brother's face, and asked Aman to push the wheelchair to the stone table.

Seeing this, Jing Hanzhang frowned.

Even if he was overwhelmed by anger, he still remembered why he came today. Seeing that Yan Xingyu, who had encountered the same encounter with him, was not at all anxious, and he didn't want to be disadvantaged, so as not to make people think that he made a fuss and was seen as a joke.

Jing Hanzhang walked to the stone table with a cold face, lifted his clothes, sat down decisively, knocked on the stone table, and ordered: "Give me wine."

The national teacher said the Buddha's name, and said: "Your Highness, forgive me, monks do not drink alcohol."

Jing Hanzhang crossed his legs, propped his chin and sneered: "What about you, Yan Xinglu, are you also a monk?"

Yan Xingyu was not angry at being called by the wrong name on purpose, and raised his hand as if unintentionally pulling up his sleeves to get a teacup, properly revealing the marks on his wrists that were held by Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang immediately shut up, took a gulp of the teacup in front of him, and murmured impatiently in his heart: "I just held it for a while, why are you so delicate? Skinny and tender, like a woman."

Jing Hanzhang drank tea like water, and it was settled in one sip, but Yan Xingyu and the national teacher took three sips of tea in exactly the same way, and Jing Hanzhang got impatient with waiting, so they slowly put down the cup.

The national teacher waved his hand to make the young novice and Aman who were serving tea retreat, and then asked: "Swapping souls? How do you exchange dharma? Tell me more specifically?"

Jing Hanzhang said impatiently: "How else can we exchange, that is, he changes me, and I change him."

Yan Xingyu nodded quietly.

The national teacher fiddled with the lottery in the lottery, and asked casually, "Is it only once?"

Yan Xingyu: "Yes, it lasted all night."

The national teacher pointed the lottery towards Yan Xingyu, and Yan Xingyu drew a lottery.

The national teacher glanced at it, and it was still a bad omen, so he pointed the stick to Jing Hanzhang again, and motioned him to take one.

Jing Hanzhang didn't believe in gods and Buddhas at all, so he didn't even bother to look at it. He was about to impatiently brush away the lottery when he suddenly remembered the abnormality that night.

There are even soul exchanges in this world, but the matter of gods and Buddhas...

Jing Hanzhang frowned and thought for a long time before holding his nose and reluctantly drawing a lottery.

The national teacher took it over and took a look. The two lottery signs were both bad omens, but when they were put together to untie the lottery, they couldn't see good or bad luck.

The national teacher was lost in thought.

Yan Xingyu was very patient, and kept tasting tea there, but Jing Hanzhang couldn't wait any longer, so he knocked on the table directly, frowning: "What's the matter? Did someone perform some kind of disgusting technique?"

Yan Xingyu reminded softly: "Your Highness, read that word..."

Since childhood, Jing Hanzhang hated others to correct his typos or pronunciation. When he heard this sentence, he immediately glared at him, and said in a low voice: "Shut up, you are so knowledgeable, you are so good, why don't you go?" Is the Imperial College a teacher?"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu looked at his reddish ears, and understood.

Oh, I'm getting angry from embarrassment.

No wonder others say that the Seventh Prince is ignorant and ignorant, it seems that the rumors are true.

The national teacher will sign for it, and said lightly: "This is a bit difficult, and I can't see anything from the hexagram."

Jing Hanzhang recalled the fear of being dominated by the bitter medicine and the black cat. Hearing this, he frowned: "It's difficult? How can it be difficult?"

If the national teachers can't find a solution, who can help them in such a big world?

He didn't want to wake up and run into a stranger's body again, being held down on the couch by a child and pouring that bitter medicine as he wanted, without even the strength to struggle.

and also……

Cat!

The national teacher pondered for a moment, and said: "Why don't you do this, if you want to exchange souls next time, come to the national teacher's mansion to find me quickly, and I will take a look for you then."

Jing Hanzhang almost exploded: "Wait for the next time?!"

Yan Xingyu was very obedient, and said obediently: "Okay, thank you, brother."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Seeing Yan Xingyu being so quiet, Jing Hanzhang almost began to reflect on whether he was making too much of a fuss.

The national teacher couldn't help them, and Jing Hanzhang didn't bother to stay any longer, so he shook his sleeves and left angrily.

It wasn't until there was no movement in the front yard that the national teacher came to Yan Xingyu's side, looked down at him and sighed, "I said before, you'd better not return to Beijing."

Yan Xingyu looked like a child who made a mistake, his eyelashes drooped, he gently tugged on the sleeve of the national teacher, and muttered: "Brother, I just don't want... to be trapped in the temple for the rest of my life."

The national teacher lowered his eyes and looked at the top of his hair: "The Jingzhe Guards are all over the capital, and your every move is under the control of the Holy One. A few days ago, your chariot lost control in public, maybe it was him..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xingyu said softly: "It's me."

The national teacher was startled: "You?"

"Yeah." Yan Xingyu calmly seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, "He was testing my heart disease in the palace that day, even if I didn't make a move on the way back to the palace, someone would attack my chariot and try my hand. Is the leg really unhealed?"

The national teacher frowned tightly: "Your temperament that treats yourself cruelly, sooner or later you will be trapped in a cocoon."

Yan Xingyu said, "I'd rather die by my own hands than be controlled by others."

The national teacher looked at him for a long time before he sighed and didn't say anything more.

Yan Xingyu's special status made it inconvenient to stay in the National Teacher's Mansion, so he left soon.

After leaving the National Teacher's Mansion, Yan Xingyu was about to get into the chariot when he saw Jing Hanzhang sitting on the lintel of the chariot at some point, holding a horse whip in his hand, waving it around boredly.

The coachman stood aside trembling, not daring to speak at all.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu had no choice but to bow and salute, and said: "It's freezing cold, why didn't His Highness return to the palace?"

Jing Hanzhang snorted: "What? I'm in the way of your acting, can't I just go back?"

Yan Xingyu said with a good temper: "I dare not, Xingyu is just worried about His Highness's health."

Jing Hanzhang was annoyed when he saw him pretending, so he threw the whip casually, jumped off the car shade, walked up to Yan Xingyu in a arrogant manner, and looked down at him.

Yan Xingyu instinctively leaned back in the chair, wanting to stay away from his forceful persecution.

It's just that the wheelchair is so big, there is nowhere for him to escape.

Yan Xingyu was already afraid of the cold, so he shrank back even more roundly and rolled his body. Even his fair face was buried in the collar of the cloak, making him look extremely pitiful.

Jing Hanzhang looked at it with great interest, and suddenly became happy after watching it for a while.

His temper was too volatile, even if Yan Xingyu was good at observing words and expressions, he couldn't figure out why he was smiling for a while.

Weren't you still angry just now?

Yan Xingyu looked at him suspiciously.

Jing Hanzhang reached out and pulled Yan Xingyu's cloak down, revealing his complete face, and then withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

He raised his brows and ordered unceremoniously: "Go, take me to your broken thatched hut to see the deer."

Yan Xingyu: "..."