Stigma

Sui Yan's face is so thick that he even bends his eyes slightly towards the person, saying in his heart: "My mother, who is this person?"

Before he could think of a reason, Haitang's voice came from outside the door: "Master, His Royal Highness and the Third Royal Highness are here."

Sui Yan was taken aback, and then the door was arbitrarily opened. He looked back and saw a young man rushing in indifferently, looking like he was about to hack someone.

Sui Yan blinked.

Haitang complained endlessly, and quickly said, "His Royal Highness also saw him. Young Master, he really hasn't healed."

Sui Yan immediately showed signs of weakness, coughed slightly, and said, "I have seen His Highness Three."

His Royal Highness Duan Su had a cold expression, and there was still some undissipated childishness on his face. He was still a half-year-old but he first saw the clues of killing the fruit.

He glanced at Sui Yan and frowned. Behind him was Song Xian, who had never been too busy since he was a child.

Originally, Song Xian came and fell into the rock, but when he saw Sui Yan's visibly thin figure and pale face, his face suddenly sank, and he walked over and screamed: "Why have you lost so much? Is it weaker than before? Are those imperial doctors eating dry food? Waste!"

As soon as Haitang saw Song Xian, he didn't give him a good face. Seeing that he had a posture of putting his hand on Sui Yan's shoulder, he rushed over, guarding Sui Yan very shamelessly and walked to the couch to sit, separating Song Xian. Hands.

"My young master has not healed from a serious illness, so it's better for Young Master Song not to move."

Song Xian: "..."

Song Xian was anxious, but it was not easy to attack in the face of stubbornness, so he snorted and stopped talking.

Sui Yan gave a dry cough and rebuked, "Begonia, don't be rude."

Duan Zhisu kept staring at Sui Yan's pale face, and seeing him standing by the couch because he was afraid to sit down because of his identity, he hurriedly stepped forward and held his arm to let him lean on the couch, his voice said coldly: " Don’t move if you are in poor health. What were you doing just now when the cold wind was blowing by the window? Oh, you deserve to be sick for so long and haven’t healed."

Duan Zhisu came from the outside, unavoidably bringing some chill on his body. When he got close, Sui Yan trembled with freezing. Then he took off the cloak that was soaked in coldness on his body and helped Sui Yan to lean on the couch. He pulled the quilt to cover him again.

Sui Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Duan Zhisu's eyes were heavy, and he didn't speak any more, because he was afraid that when he opened his mouth, he would be uncontrollable.

Because Sui Yan has no one all the time, Sui Yan has been in the palace since he was a child, and grew up with Duan Zhisu. He has a deep friendship. Otherwise, according to Sui Yan's cool nature, he will not be in the court for Duan Zhisu. The Chinese authorities have counted so many years.

Duan Zhisu looked at him with a faceless smile, and said coldly: "Thank you, but you tell me, why the body hasn't healed for so long, isn't it just a bit of cold?"

Sui Yan said innocently, "Where do I know? I'm not an imperial doctor, but I'm drinking the medicine they prescribed."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled laugh outside the door, and the ink-colored teenager was standing in front of the door, looking at him with a smile.

Years of Yan was taken aback.

Just now Haitang said that two guests came, and he recognized him, and this one was probably the crown prince who died in his youth, Duan Mingchong.

Sui Yan hurriedly planned to get up and salute, but Duan Mingchong smiled and said, "Master Xiao Hou is ill, so you don't need to be polite."

Duan Zhisu tucked the quilt he opened again.

Duan Mingchong has a good temper and looks like a gentleman with a glorious moon. He smiled and said: "The father asked Gu to visit Master Xiaohou, and he happened to come together with Brother Sanhuang when they met at Cheng'anmen."

According to legend, the prince was gentle, cautious, and favored by the emperor. As long as he didn't commit any major rebellion, the emperor would definitely belong to him in the ninety-five years. The blame is that he did not live to adulthood at all. He was ruined his life by a glass of poisoned wine.

In his previous life, Sui Yan circulated around Duan Zhisu, and did not spend much time on Duan Mingchong, and because he died early and did not make much contact with him, only then did he not recognize who this person was.

Duan Zhisu touched Sui Yan's forehead, and his attitude was so affectionate that Sui Yan shook unconsciously.

In his opinion, the two hadn't seen each other for ten years, and they were close again when they were young. At this moment, being so close at first made him feel uncomfortable.

Duanzhi's brows tightened: "Is it cold?"

Sui Yan nodded and said with a smile: "It's cold, it's cold to death, looking at the face of the third majesty, I was trembling with cold."

Duan Zhisu glared at him angrily, and said, "I will be my birthday in a while, and my father has allowed me to build a newly built prince mansion outside the palace. You can keep me healthy, don’t forget."

When Sui Yan heard this, Yu Guang suddenly glanced at Duan Mingchong.

If he remembers correctly, it was also on the birthday of Duan Zhisu that Duan Mingchong was jointly designed by the second prince and the fifth prince to die.

Duan Zhisu saw that he was lost, and said coldly: "If I don't see you then, I will definitely let someone come and tie you over."

Sui Yan immediately recovered and begged for mercy.

Even in the previous life, he died under the poisonous wine of Duan Su, but he did not see the last side of that person with his own eyes, and still felt a little dreamy, which caused him to hate Duan Su no matter how much he now, but instead to the innocent Song. Xian's teeth tickled with hatred, and he couldn't wait to go up and beat him up.

Song Xian was stared inexplicably by his almost biting gaze.

There were too many things about the birthday, Duan Zhisu didn't sit for long, and Luo Li said with a cold face, and then left with Song Xian first.

Sui Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Duan Mingchong has been sitting on the chair with grace, holding the tea made by Begonia and looking at Sui Yan with a smile, seeming to be very curious about him.

The crown prince is obviously one year younger than Sui Yan, but the gaze looking at Sui Yan gives people a kind of pampering and pampering like watching a child messing around.

Sui Yan trembled again, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, you have seen it before, is there anything else you can tell me to forget?"

The crown prince said to Haitang, "Go and boil a bowl of medicine for your young master."

Yan Yan's face turned green.

Haitang didn't know why, but the crown prince didn't dare to obey the order and ran away quickly.

When there were no other people in the room, Sui Yan collapsed and said, "His Royal Highness can let me go?"

Duan Mingchong laughed and said: "I heard that the imperial physician in the palace was helpless with Xiao Hou Ye's illness. I was really wondering. I originally wondered if the group of people in the hospital neglected Hou Ye. This made you unhealed. When I came this time, I saw a good show."

Duan Mingchong always has a gentle and gentle appearance, and Sui Yan is a self-familiar cheeky person. Seeing that Duan Mingchong has not exposed himself in the face of Duan stubbornness, he feels this People are really considerate, and their speech is not as restrained as before.

"His Royal Highness is not wrong when you neglect this. The medicines prescribed by the imperial doctors are so bitter that people can grow grass. If I drink their medicine, I am afraid I will ascend to heaven sooner."

Duan Mingchong put down the tea cup in his hand, and said softly: "Good medicine is bitter, Xiao Hou's daughter is a golden body, and there is no taboo to avoid doctors."

With that said, Duan Mingchong seemed to remember something, frowned lightly, and suddenly said, "Is there something invisible to Master Xiaohou?"

Sui Yan almost choked to death by his own saliva: "Huh? Huh...what?"

Duan Ming Chong thought: "I saw you had been rescued a few days ago, but you jumped into the water without saying a word. Now you are so unwell, but you refuse to take medicine..."

He was methodical and reasonable, and Sui Yan became more guilty-even though he didn't know what his guilty conscience was.

Sui Yan explained with a smile: "That time, oh oh, that time, I thank His Royal Highness for saving my life. At that time, I was just a little confused in my mind, so I jumped down and took the medicine...er..."

While talking, Haitang had already brought the medicine warmed in the small stove outside, put it down gently, and went down with eyesight.

Duan Mingchong brought it to Sui Yan's small table personally, Sui Yan quickly said: "Your Majesty is troubled, I'll just do it myself."

Duan Mingchong handed him the medicine and looked at him with a smile.

Sui Yan was uncomfortable being seen, so he took a sip of the medicine and swallowed with difficulty.

Before Duan Mingchong breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the face of the person in front of him suddenly turned pale, and all the medicine he had just drunk vomited out.

The medicine bowl fell in Sui Yan's hand and spilled on the quilt.

He leaned on the bedside, coughing violently, which sounded terribly, as if he was about to vomit his internal organs before giving up.

Duan Mingchong seemed to be startled, and quickly stepped forward and patted Sui Yan's back lightly.

After half a day, Sui Yan stopped coughing all over his body.

Duan Mingchong said in amazement: "What's the matter with you?"

Sui Yan coughed so much that his mouth was full of blood. He managed to squeeze out a smile and said, "The old problem is not in the way. I made my Royal Highness laugh, and hope that His Royal Highness will not tell the emperor about this, lest the emperor's uncle worry about me. "

Duan Mingchong, the crown prince of a country, didn't even have much arrogance, and he didn't think it was dirty. He picked up the veil on the side and helped him wipe the stain on the corner of his lips.

He finally saw that the person in front of him was not spoiled and arrogant, nor was he keen to seek death, he really couldn't drink the medicine.

Duan Mingchong looked at his pale little face with cold sweat, frowned and said, "How long has it been like this?"

Sui Yan was so angry that she said dumbly: "It's been half a month."

Duan Mingchong frowned more tightly. He was so ill that he couldn't take medicine for half a month. How could his body stand it?

No wonder his wrists hanging on the edge of the bed are so slender that he can circle all his hands when he looks at it.

Sui Yan looked at the young man in front of him, he was obviously younger than him, and he wanted to look like an adult, and couldn't help but laugh.

Duan Ming Chong said: "What are you laughing at?"

Sui Yan shook his head and said, "This time on the birthday of His Royal Highness Three, is Your Highness going?"

Duan Mingchong paused with his hand wiping his face, and said in doubt: "Brother Three Kings has already sent the post to the East Palace, so naturally he is going to go. Why did Master Xiaohou say this?"

Sui Yan said in his heart that I couldn't directly say that it was your burial place. If you really said it, Duan Mingchong might think he was crazy.

Sui Yan was born with a cold temperament, and this sentence was considered to be the limit when he mentioned it. Seeing that Duan Mingchong had no intention of listening to him, he closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Duan Ming Chongjiu lived in the East Palace, and it was rare to come out once. After spending half an hour in Sui Yan's courtyard, he got up and left.

Sui Yan Qiang held his body to send him until he left the corner, and then he retracted his gaze.

Li Zhao walked out of the room and put a cloak on him, disapprovingly said, "Master Xiaohou, it's freezing cold outside, so go back and rest."

Sui Yanxun shook his head: "The room is too boring, I come out to get some air, don't care about me."

Li Zhao still wanted to say something, but seeing Sui Yan's thoughts on his mind, he left.

Sui Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the knee-high snowfield outside the corridor, standing on the edge with a pillar on the side, kicking out with his feet.

"This seems to be a little crazy?" Sui Yan thought boredly, "I can't solve the knot? It doesn't seem to be. It's because you look too open that you think the world is too boring."

Sui Yan sighed quietly, "It's not worth it."

Then he closed his eyes and rolled directly from the corridor into the snow, burying his entire body.

There were not many people in the courtyard of the Hou Mansion. No one noticed that Sui Yan fell into the snowdrift. He was happy, and Wei Wei stared at the gloomy horizon with too much eyes.

"It's so cold." Sui Yan said in his heart, then changed his mind. It seemed that death had always been so cold, and he was relieved.

Chill climbed inch by inch, and just when Sui Yan finally felt that he was going to sleep forever, a hand suddenly stretched out of the snowdrift and pulled him up.

Sui Yan's body was already weak, and he was caught off guard from being dragged out of the resting place. His eyes were so cold that he couldn't see clearly, and he could only vaguely see the darkness in front of him.

Moments before he fell asleep, he heard Duan Mingchong's voice resounding through his ears.

"Forget about returning home!"