Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Jing Hanzhang carved the jade carving he was most satisfied with back then, and he almost raised his whole body and mind when he made the last knife, carefully lest the slightest deviation of the carving knife would make what he thought the best jade carving fall short.

Many years have passed, Jing Hanzhang still remembers the heart beating wildly and the cautiousness covered in cold sweat.

But on the night of the bridal chamber, compared with the present, the sense of urgency for the final cut in the jade carving was even less than a tenth.

Jing Hanzhang hugged Yan Xingyu, his movements gently seemed to slow down countless times, and he didn't dare to use force at all while holding his slender waist, as if he was hugging a priceless jade.

Yan Xingyu lay on his shoulder drowsily, and finally yawned and said in a daze, "Your Highness, it's so boring."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang, who was careful not to even enter halfway, opened his eyes wide and stared at him in astonishment.

Yan Xingyu didn't see his eyes, and rubbed his forehead against Jing Hanzhang's ear, feeling extremely sleepy, he casually said, "Aren't you good?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him blankly for a long while, and finally hugged his waist, bullying him hard and pressing him into the bright red bedding.

Yan Xingyu was caught off guard and exclaimed, looking at him blankly.

Jing Hanzhang didn't say a word, feeling that the man's self-esteem was hurt more seriously.

To say it sucks, it's barely okay.

Say no, absolutely not.

Yan Xingyu paid an extremely heavy price for his unrestrained speech, and he couldn't even get up the next morning.

Last night Jing Hanzhang suddenly slipped away with Yan Xingyu in his arms, leaving a group of guests looking at each other in blank dismay, but they didn't have the courage to force Jing Hanzhang back, and with King Rui presiding over the overall situation, it was considered complete.

Jing Hanzhang was full overnight and got up early in the morning. The entire palace was neatly tidied up and there was no mess after entertaining guests.

The personal guard saw him coming out of the room alone, and asked tentatively, "Your Highness is going to enter the palace?"

Jing Hanzhang nodded.

"Don't you...don't ask the young master to get up and go together?"

Jing Hanzhang shook his head: "He likes to sleep late, he won't be able to get up when he enters the palace to pay his respects, I'll just go by myself."

Personal guard: "..."

It was the first time he saw someone go to pay his respects alone after a big wedding.

But Jing Hanzhang has always gone his own way, no one can control him, even the emperor will not accuse him if he knows.

Jing Hanzhang entered the palace and came out quickly, and even went to Prince Rui's mansion. King Rui's face turned green when he saw that he came alone.

"You are too unruly." King Rui said quietly.

"What's wrong with the rules?" Jing Hanzhang crossed his legs and said, "We live happily, what's the use of doing those fake things."

King Rui: "..."

King Rui pointed at the door expressionlessly: "Let's go."

Jing Hanzhang stole a bunch of valuable things from his brother, and walked away contentedly.

After returning to Changchun Prince's Mansion, Yan Xingyu was still sleeping under the quilt with Jing Hanzhang's robe in his arms.

Jing Hanzhang sat on the edge of the bed and whispered: "Xing Yu, it's time to get up."

Yan Xingyu was woken up, frowned and didn't want to talk to him, buried his face in the warm robe, wanting to continue to sleep.

"If you sleep too much, you will have a headache." Jing Hanzhang half-coaxed and half-hugged him from the bed, "Go to bed at noon."

Yan Xingyu was awakened by him, his eyes were sleepy, and he said vaguely: "His Highness smells of ambergris and rosin, did he go to see His Majesty and King Rui?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him in surprise: "You have such a good nose?"

Yan Xingyu laughed sullenly, noncommittal.

The relationship between the two of them after their wedding was the same as before, on the contrary, it was even more boring. Except for running errands, Jing Hanzhang and Yan Xingyu spent the rest of the time together, and they were inseparable.

The matter of establishing a reserve has not yet settled, Jing Hanzhang is inconvenient to leave Beijing, and afraid that Yan Xingyu will find it boring, so he simply found a bunch of funny story books and gadgets to pass the time for Yan Xingyu.

The contents of those story books are often fabricated, and the plots are unconstrained and unconstrained, very interesting, and very popular in Kyoto City.

Jing Hanzhang showed it to Yan Xingyu, and Yan Xingyu sat under the grape trellis in the Changchun Palace to enjoy the cool air, carefully reading the gaudy script.

Jing Hanzhang was sitting next to him, eating a watermelon that had been soaked in ice water for half a day, while reading the booklet on the small case. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yan Xingyu glanced at the ten lines. He looked at the thick text book like a child playing around, and whimpered for a while. Just read it.

Yan Xingyu finished flipping through one book, put the book aside, and started to continue with the next one.

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

It took about three days for Jing Hanzhang to finish one of those story books, but Yan Xingyu finished it in less than a quarter of an hour.

Jing Hanzhang was so sore that his eyes turned green: "Are you playing, or are you seriously reading?"

Yan Xingyu focused on two things, while looking at the ten lines, he casually answered Jing Hanzhang's question: "I'm watching carefully."

Jing Hanzhang took out the book he had flipped through, and flipped through a page at random: "What is written on the nine pages of this book?"

Yan Xingyu didn't even think about it: "I didn't write anything, I just drew a erotic picture."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was stunned: "You actually remember?"

Yan Xingyu finally took his eyes off the book and said, "I've read it once, anyone can remember it."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang began to suspect that even if he didn't have the poison of taking root in Buddhism, he would never be able to compare with Yan Xingyu in terms of knowledge in eight lifetimes.

Jing Hanzhang didn't intend to find fault with himself, so he kept the matter vague and asked him, "Is the script good?"

Facing Jing Hanzhang's expectant eyes, Yan Xingyu hesitated for a moment, not wanting to hit him.

Jing Hanzhang was very open-minded: "It's okay, you just say it, I'm not angry."

"Yeah." Yan Xingyu finally felt relieved, "It's not good-looking, not as good-looking as Buddhist scriptures."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said expressionlessly, "I'm angry."

Yan Xingyu: "?"

Yan Xingyu's face was full of bewilderment, so he agreed not to be angry?

Ordinary people like Jing Hanzhang can't understand Yan Xingyu at all, and they don't understand why some people would rather read the obscure Buddhist scriptures than read the ups and downs of the plot.

Jing Hanzhang sighed, took the story book out of Yan Xingyu's hand, and threw it aside: "If you don't like to read it, don't force yourself. I want to make you happy, not to burden you."

Yan Xingyu nodded.

Jing Hanzhang continued to read the excerpts, Yan Xingyu had nothing to do, so he could only swing back and forth on the rocking chair, staring at Jing Hanzhang intently.

"What are you looking at, Your Highness?" Yan Xingyu was shaking so much that his waist was fluttering, and he tapped his toes, forcing the rocking chair to stop.

"Excerpts from floods in the south of the Yangtze River."

Jing Hanzhang is already very familiar with distinguishing characters, as long as they are not extremely complicated characters, he can almost understand them.

After Jing Hanzhang finished speaking, he came across a word he didn't understand, and leaned forward to show it to Yan Xingyu: "What is this word?"

Yan Xingyu glanced at it and talked to him.

Jing Hanzhang continued to read.

Yan Xingyu raised his eyebrows and said: "The officials who deal with the flood should have nothing to do with Yan Ji, right? What is His Highness doing to make people join him?"

Jing Hanzhang stared at him blankly, although he was used to Yan Xingyu's general ability just by looking at him, but every time he did this, he still felt a little frustrated, feeling that he, a vulgar person, was not worthy of such an amazing and talented deer.

"It doesn't matter, I have the final say." Jing Hanzhang sneered, and threw the booklet away, "The officials sent to deal with the floods have neglected their duties and embezzled so much official money for disaster relief. No one can say that I sentence him to death What. Since a man died in Jiangnan, who would know if he and the prime minister were in collusion?"

Jing Hanzhang was very rascal, he came straight to the point of no proof, and bit him casually.

Jing Hanzhang himself knew that this was probably too childish, but he had just entered the court, and he couldn't even remember the names of the officials, let alone forming cliques and playing tricks.

He didn't let Yan Xingyu see these excerpts because he was ashamed.

I don't want Yan Xingyu to think that he is a useless man who can't even take revenge.

But after Yan Xingyu finished listening, he nodded instead, and said, "Your Highness is amazing, to think of this."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's face burned inexplicably, and he felt that he was playing tricks, but when he heard Yan Xingyu praised him, he still asked unconsciously: "Really?"

"Ah."

Yan Xingyu reached out and touched Jing Hanzhang's head, but he was sighing in his heart.

To Yan Xingyu, Yan Ji seemed to have happened in his previous life, and he didn't hate it, but he wouldn't let it go easily.

Just wanting revenge is one thing, Yan Xingyu doesn't want to dirty Jing Hanzhang's hands.

His Seventh Highness has no city, and should have been reckless in fresh clothes and angry horses all his life, and he shouldn't force himself to become a deep-minded person because of him.

It was the first time His Royal Highness was scheming, but it was as painless as the tip of a needle, not much better than a trick.

Yan Xingyu is an old hand at trickery, he leaned his fingers on the armrest of the rocking chair, and blinked at Jing Hanzhang: "Although these accusations are just verbal accusations, they have no evidence, as long as they are used in the right place, they can also become sharp. knife."

Jing Hanzhang was reading the scriptures happily, and began to feel that one day he would not be left behind by Yan Xingyu after studying hard. Hearing this, he looked at him suspiciously: "Huh?"

"Your Majesty trusts Yan Ji. Even if the official really colluded with him, Your Majesty will not commit crimes to become the prime minister." Yan Xingyu tilted his head, his long hair hanging down on the armrest, he smiled and said, "So never In the first place, you shouldn't have attacked Yan Ji."

Jing Hanzhang was thoughtful: "However, Prime Minister Yan has accumulated power in the court for many years, and my father thinks highly of it. The trust for so many years is not casual..."

"No no no." Yan Xingyu said softly, "Your Highness thinks too much."

He leaned forward lightly, staring straight at Jing Hanzhang with glazed eyes without blinking, and slightly parted his pale lips: "Sometimes the way to play with people's hearts is very simple, as long as you are willing to burn the boat."

This is the first time that Yan Xingyu has shown his scheming side in front of Jing Hanzhang openly, the pure and harmless eyes are full of deep calculation and coldness, and Jing Hanzhang, who is just a warrior, is taken aback for a while.

Yan Xingyu stared at Jing Hanzhang intently, intending to see what Jing Hanzhang's reaction would be when facing himself like this.

fear?Fear?Still don't care?

Although Jing Hanzhang said that he loves whoever he is, it's one thing to know, and another to see it with his own eyes.

Yan Xingyu needed Jing Hanzhang to give him another satisfactory response, otherwise he would definitely think wildly again.

Jing Hanzhang stared at him for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head, ripped off his outer robe indiscriminately, and was speechless.

Yan Xingyu's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to ask Jing Hanzhang how he felt when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Jing Hanzhang holding up his outer robe, his legs did not cross their legs as wildly as usual, but gracefully overlapped, trying to hide that there was nothing wrong with him. Classy place.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was about to find a crack in the ground and get down in embarrassment, the roots of his ears were completely red.

Yan Xingyu was stunned for a long time before he tilted his head in a daze.

He didn't even expect that when he saw himself like this, Jing Hanzhang was neither afraid nor disgusted, and his first reaction was to want to fuck him? !

Yan Xingyu looked at Jing Hanzhang strangely.

Jing Hanzhang was so seen that he wished he could run away, but he still forced himself to hold on, and said with a stiff neck: "I...we are all married, I am not playing hooligans."

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