Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Jing Hanzhang had never seen Yan Xingyu cry like a child.

Yan Xingyu is usually introverted and restrained, as if he suppresses all emotions in the deepest part without any trace.

After he was sent to Hanruo Temple, he began to be trained by the old Ministry of the Regent, and because of his heart disease, he couldn't reveal his emotions even half of them. The seed material is generally polished when jade is used.

After several years of repetition, he was carved into a perfect prince regent who avenged his father.

Yan Xingyu has always just shed tears in front of Jing Hanzhang, and the few times he cried quietly, when he couldn't help it, he would let out a weeping sound like a small animal whimpering, and he would calm down soon.

But this time, Yan Xingyu tugged on Jing Hanzhang's lapel, like a small boat that had finally found a harbor after wandering for several years, and let go of all his defenses in Jing Hanzhang's arms covered in bruises.

Jing Hanzhang heard his crying like a child, his eyes were red, and he hugged him even tighter.

When he was young, he only got along with Yan Xingyu for half a day, but Jing Hanzhang clearly remembered that at that time, although Xiao Xingyu was sick and weak, he was full of vigor and vitality, and his eyes were full of light like stars, like something Neither can be wiped out.

More than ten years later, the child who could call his brother with milky voices was forcefully forced into such a state by those people. Jing Hanzhang was so distressed that he wanted to kill everyone to vent his anger on Yan Xingyu's behalf.

He doesn't dare to think about other things now, coaxing Yan Xingyu well is the top priority.

Yan Xingyu's face was blurred from crying, his eyes were empty, he grabbed Jing Hanzhang's lapel, stared blankly at him, and murmured: "When will you... come back?"

During the two years since Jing Hanzhang left Beijing, Yan Xingyu wrote countless letters, all of which were asking when he would return, but none of them were sent.

Now, he let go of all the burdens in his heart, and finally he can ignore the Buddhist scriptures, stop worrying about the so-called murder, and ask Jing Hanzhang a question with his true self.

When will you return?

Jing Hanzhang wiped away the tears on his face, his heart was about to explode, he forcibly endured it, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "I have already returned, and I will never leave again."

Yan Xingyu whimpered, and pressed his forehead against Jing Hanzhang's chest: "I will never lie to you again, and you don't lie to me either."

Jing Hanzhang: "Okay."

For the current Yan Xingyu, no amount of words will work, his current mind can't understand much at all, and that brief answer and promise is what he needs most.

After Yan Xingyu cried for a while, he quickly calmed down, and Jing Hanzhang's heart hurt even more - even at this time, Yan Xingyu still would not easily let his emotions out of control for too long.

Today, Yan Xingyu suffered a severe injury, and when the crying stopped, he also fell into a deep sleep with his whole body limp in Jing Hanzhang's arms.

Jing Hanzhang caught him and gently carried him back to his room.

The two were too close to the fire, and a layer of ashes from the burning Buddhist scriptures had already fallen on their heads and shoulders, and their faces were smeared with a light layer.

Jing Hanzhang put him on the bed, and after realizing the pungent smell on his body, he was about to take off his outer robe when Yan Xingyu who was on the bed suddenly grabbed his hand and said dreamily, "Your Highness. "

Jing Hanzhang hurried back to hold his hand: "I'm here, I haven't gone anywhere."

Only then did Yan Xingyu feel relieved, but he still clenched his hands tightly.

Jing Hanzhang had no choice but to lightly maintain the posture of interlocking his fingers with Yan Xingyu, and took off his clothes lightly.

The night was dark, and the fire outside had been slowly extinguished. Jing Hanzhang held Yan Xingyu in his arms, staring at the delicate and fragile face like a jade carving, without sleep all night.

***

In Yuxi's residence in the remote courtyard, Feng Chenzhou sat at the table with a blank expression on his face, and said to Yuxi, "Am I doomed?"

Yu Xi raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter, didn't Xing Yu ask you to bring His Highness the Seventh Prince there?"

"No." Feng Chenzhou said.

Yu Xi was taken aback, looking at Feng Chenzhou, his eyes suddenly turned into sympathy: "Yes, you are dead."

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Feng Chenzhou held his head and almost slammed his head on the table: "I originally planned to let Jing Hanzhang see the real face of the lord, but I didn't find the opportunity. This time, he took the initiative to go to the ancestral hall. I handed it over."

Yu Xi took a breath: "He knows?"

"He knew about it all along, and he even made a fuss along the way." Feng Chenzhou's heart was ashamed, "Before I went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, I made a bet with him."

Yu Xi didn't want to know what he was betting on, but he only cared about what the bet was.

"What did you bet on?"

Feng Chenzhou was about to scratch his hair, sobbing: "My life."

Yuxi: "..."

Yu Xi remained expressionless: "Then you deserve it."

Feng Chenzhou: "..."

Feng Chenzhou said in pain: "How did I know that Jing Hanzhang has such a temperament, knowing the true face of the adult, he can still hug him to sleep with a blank face."

Recalling that when Yan Xingyu revealed his identity when he was in the brothel, Feng Chenzhou, who was deceived by his lust, was so frightened that he almost jumped out of the window and escaped, but was dragged back lightly by Yan Xingyu.

Even though two years have passed, Feng Chenzhou still remembers it very clearly.

The young deer-like boy changed his face in an instant, and stepped on his face lightly, with a gleaming silver needle between his lips like a crabapple flower, which he squeezed between his fingers with a smile, With lowered eyes, she casually stabbed at his neck.

Feng Chenzhou was scared out of his wits, and in the end it was Jing Hanzhang who turned back suddenly and saved his life.

Since then, every time Feng Chenzhou saw Yan Xingyu, he felt as if he had seen a ghost, and he only regretted that he didn't have eighteen legs to run to the horizon.

I can be so afraid that it has been two years before I dare to give birth to such a little bit of charm, and I have to tremble when I look at him for fear of being killed.

How could he, Jing Hanzhang, not be afraid?

Why is he not afraid? !

The more Feng Chenzhou thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more bitter he became, and he almost shed tears of disappointment.

Sitting next to him, Yu Xi poured tea for him, and said slowly, "Xing Yu himself should have planned to let Jing Hanzhang know his true identity, but he just used you as an excuse. Now that Jing Hanzhang is not afraid of him, isn't everyone happy?"

Feng Chenzhou was not happy, he was afraid, angry and jealous.

As long as Yan Xingyu is not behind Yan Xingyu's back to plot against him, there is still room for this matter, Yu Xi continued to persuade him: "The medicine for Buddha's rooting is a bit strong, Xing Yu is a little confused now, and probably can't remember the bet with you, you don't want……"

Before he could finish the word "worried", Aman came quickly from outside, holding a small box in his hand.

Feng Chenzhou jumped up and almost jumped onto the table. While cowardly, he held up his momentum and said sharply: "Is there poison in there?! Is he coming to kill me?! Tell me! Say it quickly—”

The sound is about to break.

Yuxi: "..."

Aman put the box down and looked at Feng Chenzhou suspiciously, not understanding why he looked like a big cat with its hair blown.

"This is sent by the national teacher, saying that he wants the young master to personally open it."

Yu Xi frowned, and said: "Lian Chen and Yan Ji and Yan Xiu know that they are the same breed, and they don't have any good intentions. There may be something to tell..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Chenzhou jumped down from the stool, and hurriedly said, "I'll help you share your worries!"

Yu Xi hurriedly grabbed his restless paws to prevent him from opening the letter, and said angrily, "Do you want to die faster?"

Feng Chenzhou said: "I will pay for my merits."

Yu Xi rolled his eyes: "Fuck you, if Xing Yu makes up his mind to let you die, even if you kill the emperor, you won't be punished."

Aman is still a little confused until now, he always thought that Yan Xingyu and Yan Ji had the same goal, but he didn't expect that the two would break up unconsciously.

Yan Ji wanted Yan Xingyu to seize the throne, but Yan Xingyu wholeheartedly supported King Rui.

Recalling what Yan Xingyu once said to himself, "You are with them", Ah Man shivered without a trace, and finally understood what this sentence meant.

It turns out that Yan Ji, Yan Xiuzhi and the national teacher are not from our own family.

Yu Xi took the box over, thought about it, and decided not to open it.

Let's wait for Yan Xingyu to wake up and leave it to him.

Two years ago, he concealed Yan Xingyu's investigation of Lin Taifu's letter, which had caused Yan Xingyu's distrust of him, and he could not do other things to make Yan Xingyu hate him.

Yu Xi held the box and waited until the next day.

Yan Xingyu slept for a whole day and night, until Jing Hanzhang was afraid that he would never wake up again, so he opened his eyes sleepily on the second night.

Jing Hanzhang, who had been standing by the side all this time, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly helped him up: "Are you hungry, thirsty, tired?"

Yan Xingyu rubbed against his arms like a little beast, his voice was hoarse: "Thirsty."

Jing Hanzhang hurriedly went to pour water for him, but Yan Xingyu grabbed his lapel tightly as soon as he moved, squinted his eyes and said vaguely: "Your Highness, don't go."

Jing Hanzhang was caught in a dilemma for a while, after thinking for a while, he simply picked up the large robe at the side to wrap Yan Xingyu's whole body, and hugged him horizontally.

Even being hugged, Yan Xingyu's face didn't change color at all, he obediently let Jing Hanzhang carry him to the table without moving his eyes, as if he could accept whatever Jing Hanzhang did to him.

Jing Hanzhang hugged him and sat on his lap, let him lean into his arms, and poured a cup of tea for him as if taking care of a child.

Yan Xingyu took a few sips before turning away his face, and continued to bury himself in Jing Hanzhang's arms, feeling drowsy.

"I can't sleep anymore." Jing Hanzhang's voice was terribly soft, he gently hugged him and shook him, "Can you talk to me?"

If the normal Yan Xingyu heard what Jing Hanzhang said, he would definitely cheer up and talk to him, but now Yan Xingyu didn't know if he had completely let go of his guard against Jing Hanzhang, biting the belt on Jing Hanzhang's lapel with some dissatisfaction, and fainted He muttered in a low voice, "If I don't tell you, I'm going to sleep again."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang opened his eyes wide in surprise, and he took a long time to react before laughing out loud.

He stroked Yan Xingyu's hair little by little, felt Yan Xingyu who was about to sleep until his whole body became numb, and stretched out his feet unhappily.

"Don't sleep." Jing Hanzhang was in an unprecedentedly good mood, and couldn't stop laughing. He coaxed Yan Xingyu with his eyes downcast, "You've been asleep for two days, and you won't be able to sleep any longer."

Yan Xingyu bit his belt and fought for himself in a low voice: "It's done."

Jing Hanzhang: "Impossible."

"No one dares to talk to me like that." Jing Hanzhang heard Yan Xingyu muttering like a dream, "I say it will work."

Jing Hanzhang was taken aback for a moment, and his smile became wider. He tugged at Yan Xingyu's mok hair hanging aside, and said triumphantly: "But there is no other way, you can only listen to me from now on."

Yan Xingyu's hair went numb from being pulled, and finally he didn't want to sleep anymore, he opened his eyes in a daze, and looked up at Jing Hanzhang.

Jing Hanzhang had already wiped his face hastily, and was smiling at him with raised eyebrows.

Yan Xingyu looked at him for a long time before laughing. He stretched out his hand to touch Jing Hanzhang's outline little by little, just like touching the illusory shadow through the carved wooden door last night.

Yan Xingyu asked again: "Who is the one who married Jing Hanzhang?"

Jing Hanzhang tilted his face and put his face into Yan Xingyu's palm, his eyes were full of bright light, he stared at Yan Xingyu without blinking, imitating his tone and said with a smile: "Jing Hanzhang stole it by his own ability." Deer."