Stigma

Water poured in from all directions.

Sui Yan had been in the chaos and didn't know how long he stayed, and suddenly felt a suffocation. The survival instinct made him reach up and grab it twice, then he was dragged up by one hand.

There was a sudden rush of air, and he gasped for a few hastily, before reluctantly opened his eyes and glanced at the person in front of him, then he was stunned.

The young man in front of him was wet, and he was glaring at him at this moment: "Yi forgotten! Are you looking for death? Being so close to the shore, you deserve to be drowned!"

Sui Yan looked at him in amazement, and then realized that things didn't seem right.

Didn't you have been given a cup of poisoned wine to death in King King's Mansion?

Why are you still alive now?

And the boy in front of him became more and more familiar, until he spoke, Sui Yan recognized that this was Song Xian.

At this time, the young man was about fourteen or five years old, with a childish face, and panting angrily at this time.

Seeing Sui Yan looking at him without blinking, he suddenly became even more angry.

"Look at me, I was almost killed by you just now, Master Xiaohou, if you want to die, please find a clean place to jump into the river, don't pull me up."

Sui Yan looked at him blankly, then stood up from where he was, and jumped into the river beside him without looking back.

There was a loud "puff" sound.

Song Xian: "..."

Sui Yan has been keeping a low profile in Beijing since the three princes did not fall behind, and dormant for three years before returning to the court.

Then, overtly and secretly, the agency did everything possible to completely dismount several princes who were expected to be crowned princes, which caused the emperor to be extremely jealous. Before he died, the three princes gave him to death, and ended up in a tragic desert.

When he murdered the first person with a scheme, Sui Yan had already calculated his fate for himself. He also understood that when the emperor died, it was his death date, so he did not hate the three princes who gave him the stigma. On the contrary, he Thank you very much for that glass of wine.

And the words before his death only made Song Xian, who had a higher eye than the top, uncomfortable. He was originally uncomfortable, and he had to pull the unhappy temper of other people together. That's why he had no fear, and Song Xian scrapped so many words.

He had nothing to expect for a long time, so the stigma was completely unnecessary, just looking for a justifiable reason to die.

It's just that Sui Yan never imagined that he would open his eyes and see the light again one day, so when he was rescued by Song Xian when he was young, his first reaction was the hallucinations he had before dying.

At the age of fifteen, he also wandered in the city with Song Xian, and fell into the cold river water accidentally. It was because of this accident that he became frail and sick, and finally his body deteriorated, but he was only twenty-five years old. It's already running out of oil.

Sui Yan confusedly thought, "Even if it is a phantom before death, why should I see that **** Song Xian?"

So when he was sure that it was an illusion, he jumped into the river without looking back.

"I don't have any nostalgia, hurry up and die, it's so annoying." Sui Yan thought before jumping into the water.

Then the chill came from all directions, and there was a cloud of water in front of him in a daze. It seemed that someone jumped into the water and swam towards him.

Sui Yan thought nonsense: "Which one is taking advantage of this? Don't come here, don't take your own life to save me."

A piece of black clothes seemed to float in front of him, but Sui Yan was no longer visible, and completely lost consciousness.

When Sui Yan became conscious again, his whole body was light and buzzing, as if he was hit in the back of the head.

He instinctively wanted to sit up with his arms supported, but after a while, he fell back on the bed again.

There seemed to be a group of people arguing in his mind, which made him big.

"The three princes are stubborn, conspiring to murder his brother and give him death."

Then there was a crash of the porcelain cup.

"Forget to go back, you really want to risk the world's bad faith and insist on getting involved in the disputes? Duan Zhisu has been convicted, and you have no chance of winning."

"Sui Yan! Sui Yan, are you still alive?"

"Prince Jing is really Zhenlie, but I don't know how much your Zhenlie is worth at this time? Either die here or stay here today, you choose the same."

"There is an unfavored prince on the left and right, no one cares even if he shamelessly embraces the love under a man."

"The three princes...have returned to Beijing from Canglin Temple, can you...can you wait?"

"what-"

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Too many people, too many voices clamoring in his ears, Sui Wanggui would be angry, sad, and despair, and the emotions accumulated in his chest, almost exploding.

Probably it was too hot. He didn't know what year tonight was for a while, so he could only vaguely say instinctively: "Uncle Zhao..."

There was a sound of broken porcelain, followed by a hazy cry.

Sui Yan felt that someone broke his chin and fed a bowl of sweet and bitter medicine.

The medicine entered his throat, the smell he was used to drinking, Sui Yan swallowed the bitter medicine in his mouth without much rejection.

Someone on the side said: "I finally drank the medicine, and there will be no major problems after a few days of rest."

Sui Yan was confused, and thought blankly: "Where is this quack doctor? I have been poisoned for many years, and there is no medicine to cure. What is meant by it is not a major problem. It is really nonsense and annoying."

I don't know if the prescription prescribed by the quack doctor worked. After a long while, Sui Yan finally felt that he had some strength. He barely opened his eyes and swept aside weakly, and he saw a familiar and unfamiliar face.

"Begonia?"

The name Haitang turned out to be an immature boy.

At this moment, he was full of tears, he lay on the edge of the bed and looked at Sui Yan with tears in his eyes. He grieved and said: "Master Xiaohou, you have been in a coma for three days. That surname Song is really terrible, and let you fall into that glacier. Zhong hasn’t been rescued for such a long time. If you have two shortcomings, I must ask the Second Young Master to ask the Lord to heal his sin. Fortunately, someone saved it in time..."

There was a low voice from the side, with some hoarse vicissitudes: "Okay Haitang, don't make any noise to Master Xiaohou, go get the medicine."

Sui Yan turned his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a family uniform. He was taken aback for a moment and said, "Uncle Zhao?"

Li Zhao had a calm temper, reached out his hand and touched his forehead, frowning: "It's still a bit hot, is it still uncomfortable?"

Just as Sui Yan woke up, he looked at the two people who met with a little blank eyes, and the memories in his mind returned little by little.

After a while, he took a deep breath, didn't say a word, and fainted again, very neatly.

Haitang and Li Zhao: "..."

"Come here! Lord Hou fainted again!"

Three days later, Sui Yan, who was almost burnt to a handful of ashes, finally woke up in a daze, completely accepting the fact that he was living again.

Ordinary people are either frightened or happy about these weird things, but he is extremely calm, and his eyes are as gray as death, and he thinks blankly: "I'll do it again, but I will die in the end, why is it so troublesome?"

He had no intention of surviving in the first place. Thinking about it this way, he became even more disheartened.

The bitter medicine was in white mist, Haitang looked at Sui Yan, who was half leaning on the soft couch, and whispered: "Master, take the medicine."

Sui Yan let out a lazy "um", brought the medicine over and smelled it, and then his face changed, covering his mouth and almost vomiting it out.

Haitang quickly came up to pat him on the back: "Master?"

In the past, Sui Yan only drank medicine to save his life, not to drink it, but now he is too lazy to live, why do he want to drink this kind of pain to kill himself?

Thinking like this, he simply put down the medicine and shook his head to indicate that it was okay: "I heard you say that I was lucky enough to be saved on the day I fell into the water. Who was it?"

Haitang nerdy said: "It happened to be out of the palace to do business..."

Sui Yan's heart was stunned.

Just like Haitang mosquitoes: "...His Royal Highness."

Sui Yan was really at a loss now. When he fell into the water in his previous life, he was shocked because of Song Xian. It took a moment for him to think of saving him. It took a long time to get cold and hurt his foundation.

And in this lifetime, he has jumped into the river twice, why did he jump out of the palace of the prince to rescue him?

The more Sui Yan thought about it, the more headache he got, and he simply stopped thinking about it.

Haitang said: "Young Master Drinks Medicine"

Sui Yan was absent-minded: "Good, good."

Haitang exhorted again, and then bowed down.

Sui Yan got up a little bit of strength and got up from the couch and glanced out the window, only to realize that there was a heavy snow of goose feathers floating outside, and it was really dazzling.

He remembered in a daze that when he was dying, it seemed that the sky was full of snow.

Sui Yan walked slowly to the window and pushed half of the window aside. The heavy snow was swept in by the howling of the cold wind, almost making a look at him.

The huge Hou Mansion, looking through the window, the rockery pavilion, the snow tree candlestick, are as good as he remembered.

Sui Yan leaned lazily by the window, his expression sweeping across the courtyard with complex expressions, holding the bowl of medicine with one hand without a trace, and pouring it toward the window neatly.

The snow on the ground was thrown black.

He lowered his eyes and watched lazily as the blackness on the ground was gradually being covered by fresh snow. Then he closed the window, continued to lie back on the couch, and soon fell asleep again.

The family is full of loyalty and loyalty, guarding the frontier from generation to generation, and opening up the territory for Beilan to fight the battlefield all the year round.

But I don’t know if this year old Young Master Yan took the wrong medicine when he was pregnant. Everyone knows that the General's Mansion, who has been on the battlefield for generations, has produced a stubborn and arrogant young master.

When Sui Yan was young, his father and two elder brothers were still there, and Sui's family did not need to rely on him for support. In addition, the old lady loved Sui Yan's frailty and didn't want him to go to the battlefield with his parents, simply. Let him do what he likes.

It was not until Sui Yan was ten years old that the General Sui and his two elder brothers died in battle, and the old Taijun died in grief. He was then forced to come out of the gentle village and learn to be everywhere. Survive in the capital of tiger's mouth and wolf den.

In the previous life, he did not know how to hide his powers and bide his time, insisting on being the right arm of the third prince, and doing his best to make plans for his organization overtly and secretly.

But in this life, Sui Yan didn't plan to go to this muddy water, it was too annoying.

Because the Sui family was martyred in southern Xinjiang, the emperor took great care of the only blood of the Sui family.

Not long after Sui Yan fell into the water, the imperial physician was sent from the palace to treat him. However, all the medicines worth a lot of money were poured on the bare laurel tree outside by Sui Yan.

Seven days later, Sui Yan was still a little daunted, and the sent doctor seemed helpless. After discussing with each other for a long time, he tremblingly proposed to give Xiaohouye a few needles.

Sui Yan's lips curled slightly, and he seemed to be smiling even when his face was expressionless, not to mention that he smiled three-pointers when he met people. It was a habit that he had cultivated for ten years in his last life, and he couldn't change it for a while.

He stared at the imperial doctor gently, and said softly: "If you really use a needle to pierce me, I will go and tell the emperor's uncle that you will harm Zhongliang."

Royal Doctor: "..."

The imperial doctor knelt down and confessed the crime and said, "Master Xiaohou, this this..."

Where are these words?

Haitang on the side said: "The two adults don’t know. My young master is most afraid of needles. You should prescribe some more medicine. After so many days, your body has not improved. If you don’t have a snack, please be careful. , I sue you for perfunctory responsibilities."

Royal Doctor: "..."

There really is no one who has a master, and these masters and servants are really frustrated.

The imperial doctor prescribed some more prescriptions in fear and instructed one, two, three, four things, and then he slipped away in a hurry.

In his previous life, Yan Yan was the most disgusted with taking medicine. He almost vomited blood when he first started taking the medicine, but in order to survive, he forced to swallow it. Sometimes, after drinking the medicine, he looked even worse than before.

This time he stopped tossing himself. Every time Haitang brought the medicine to nourish his body, he responded on the surface. In fact, after Haitang left, he profusely poured it on the outside window—if it was the laurel tree. I'm still alive, I'm afraid he will throw the leaves off.

Today’s medicine is filled with a lot of supplements, and it smells sweet. It’s just a thoughtful look, but Sui Yan just took a lazy look, then lazily leaned against the window, and poured the medicine on. To the ground.

When he put the medicine bowl on the window lattice, he looked up lazily, and he saw an inky figure not far away—the man looked underwhelmingly weak, with a long stature and an inky cloak, looking at him with a smile. , Caught him pouring medicine upright.

Sui Yan: "..."