Stigma

"People from Sui'an Hou Mansion? Are you sure?"

The secret guard said: "The person has a special identity and is extremely hidden. It was impossible to find out his details, but... when his subordinates went to Sui'an Hou Mansion with the Royal Highness, he had seen that person appear in the dark place. hospital."

Duan Mingchong's brow furrowed even tighter.

The dark guard hurriedly said, "Although it's just a fate of one side far away, but the subordinates will never admit their mistakes."

Duan Mingchong tilted his head to look at Sui Yan, who was happily eating pine nuts with his back facing him, and fell into a rare silence.

The dark guard said cautiously: "His Royal Highness, Xiao Hou Ye..."

Duan Mingchong shook his head: "There is something strange about this matter. Take someone to suppress this matter quietly, and don't make a big deal."

The dark guard hesitated: "But your Highness, if your Highness is really...it will benefit you without harm..."

Duan Mingchong's expression suddenly sank: "Do you mean to be lonely for your own brother?"

The dark guard knelt down quickly: "The subordinates dare not."

Xu Shi Duan Mingchong's voice was too loud, Sui Yan looked back at them in a daze.

Duan Mingchong rubbed his eyebrows, calmed his anger, waved his hand, and said, "Go ahead, do it more cleanly, don't involve Sui'anhou Mansion."

The dark guard led away.

Duan Mingchong took a deep breath before going back.

Sui Yan was eating happily with a bunch of pine nuts in his hands. He blinked at Duan Mingchong and said, "What's the matter?"

Duan Ming Chong said: "A little thing."

Sui Yan looked behind him, didn't see the shadow of the guard, and then whispered: "Your guard is not sensible at all, please change him quickly."

Duan Ming Chong said: "Are you scared again?"

Sui Yan said dissatisfied: "Every time someone comes over to say something when others are doing business, I don't have any vision."

Duanming Chongxin Taoist play is your business?

Knowing that you will get a "yes" when you ask this question, Duan Mingchong didn't make any extra effort. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll change him when I go back."

Sui Yan opened his eyes and smiled, holding the pine nuts and said, "Try it?"

Duan Mingchong hesitated: "Something outside..."

Seeing that he moved out again, Sui Yan said that the things were not clean, so he curled his lips and blinked at him: "I just peeled it with my own hands. I just tasted one. It's delicious."

Duan Mingchong looked down and found that Sui Yan's palm was indeed full of peeled pine nuts. His gaze swept Sui Yan's red fingertips. He suddenly felt softened. He stretched out his hand and squeezed two of them into his mouth.

Sui Yan looked at him like Xianbao: "Is it delicious?"

Duan Mingchong nodded slightly: "Yeah."

The two were talking, and there was a sudden explosion in their ears.

As soon as Sui Yan raised his head, he saw a huge firework exploding in the air, and the broken light crackled and went out in the air.

Sui Yan pushed him: "The fireworks are on!"

For the first time, Duan Mingchong saw fireworks soaring into the sky at such a close distance. The dark sky was illuminated by the sudden explosion of sparks. When the light was not diminished, more fireworks would rush into the sky and continue to explode. open.

He looked up and looked at more and more broken fires bursting into the sky, and suddenly thought, "In that playbook, it seems that only people who love each other will meet and watch fireworks."

"Ayan, he...know?"

His Royal Highness was very curious. He just wanted to pat Sui Yan and asked, but when he remembered the Oolong who put the lantern before, he immediately retracted his hand.

"The content of the playbook is deceptive in all likelihood, and this 80% is also fake." Duan Mingchong thought to himself, "I'll burn it when I go back."

The fireworks soared into the sky, gorgeous, but fleeting and terribly short.

Dressed in a green shirt, Jun Jingxing stood alone on the bank of Minghe River, slightly raised his head and looked at the fireworks on the horizon, suddenly curling his lips with a smile.

"I didn't plan to do it myself, you guys found it by sniffing the smell, really..." He lowered his eyes slightly, smiling like a flower, and just wanted to let people kick him into the ice.

The dark guard, who was ridiculed by him overtly and secretly as a dog, walked out of the darkness expressionlessly, and said straightforwardly: "It's a great crime to kill the prince, but you are not afraid of death without a corpse?"

When Jun Jingxing heard these words, it was like hearing a big joke. He suddenly raised his hand to hold his forehead, his shoulders trembled slightly with a smile, and the laughter overflowed from his throat a little bit.

He smirked and put his hands down, his eyes were reddish, and the curved ends of his eyes were slightly drawn with tears.

"Nine races?" Jun Jingxing gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his wide sleeves hung down, making his waist thinner, he laughed and asked, "Where?"

The dark guard looked at him coldly, and several people in black appeared again in the darkness, gradually approaching him.

Jun Jingxing seemed to be unaware, turned around to face the Ming River full of frost and snow, raised his head and continued to look at the sky full of splendid broken fire, sighed softly, and whispered: "The life of a man is like a tree. The flower, with the same branch, has one stalk, and falls with the wind, and falls into the green."

Jun Jingxing's voice became clearer, and he whispered this sentence as if he was singing a tune, and it became more and more desolate and sad.

He was alone, full of cold wind in his sleeves, but behind him was the prosperous and prosperous time when the brilliant fireworks exploded.

"Duan Xichen is indeed hateful, I can't wait to kill him in my dreams, but..." Jun Jingxing's long hair was blown by the wind, and he raised his hand and stroked it lightly, his voice soft and soft.

"...Who told you again, I will do it myself?"

The fireworks on the Lantern Festival will be set off for a quarter of an hour, and everyone on the long street stopped and looked up at the skyrocket bursting by the fireworks.

Duan Xichen stood in front of the street with a small hand stove that had no charcoal fire in his hand. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky full of fireworks. The smile on his face became gentle.

There were people coming and going in the street, and from time to time, several children ran past him holding the paper windmill and cheering.

Duan Xichen unconsciously stroked the pattern on the small hand stove with his fingers, and an attendant walked forward slowly and whispered: "Your Highness, it's time to go back."

Duan Xichen squinted his eyes and looked at the fewer and fewer fireworks in the sky, and said softly, "Don't worry."

The attendant dared not intervene in his affairs, and hurriedly bowed back.

The fireworks were about to be finished, and when the curfew was about to come, groups of people from the main street poured into the side street one after another, leaving talking and laughing.

Duan Xichen still didn't move, still looking up at the sky where only one firework bloomed one after another.

Several children ran past him while holding a paper windmill and laughing. A little girl was a few steps behind and gasped and said to them: "Wait for me!"

The children made faces at her: "We will wait for you if you catch up!"

The little girl was so angry that she could not see the way. She stomped her feet, staggered directly towards Duan Xichen's side.

"Brother! Wait for me!"

The attendant on the side was taken aback and was rushing to stop, but Duan Xichen retracted his gaze and glanced down at her, unexpectedly not angry, and a look of interest flashed in his eyes.

Duan Xichen had a high position and was extremely favored by the emperor. I wonder if he was accustomed to lawlessness since he was a child, and has an extremely weird temperament.

He loves spending time and drinking and playing with power. I don't know what quirks are. He loves young and beautiful children for ten minutes. Sometimes he sees an eye-catching one on the street, and 80% of them will get him back to the house.

The attendant followed him for several years and also helped him do some kidnapping things. At this time, seeing that he seemed to be a little interested in this child, his eyes darkened, and his movement stopped suddenly.

The little girl stumbled, and hit Duan Xichen's arms unimpeded.

The little girl was startled. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She was probably frightened. The tears fell straight down and said, "Brother...Brother..."

Duan Xichen's pupils shrink slightly.

He was long and slender, and the big cloak was hanging down, blocking half of the little girl's figure.

The attendants on the side seemed to feel that something was wrong. Just as they were about to step forward, a group of spectators carrying lanterns flocked from the street, and their staggered figures obstructed the sight of the attendants.

The little girl looked up at him slightly, her tears falling more and more fierce, but there was no fear in her clear eyes, and some were just cold.

Duan Xichen's figure swayed slightly.

The blood slowly spilled from the wound and slid down the little girl's fingers.

She blinked her eyes gently, tears slid down her face like glass beads. She was obviously only a seven or eight-year-old child, but her eyes were as cold and indifferent as soldiers who had been on the battlefield.

A weird smile curled up on the corner of the little girl's lips, and she said in a low voice: "Since your Royal Highness likes children so much, you will be happy if you die in the hands of children, right?"

"Isn't it true that the so-called tooth for tooth and eye for eye?"

Duan Xichen stared at her blankly, trying to speak out but didn't know why, and froze all over.

"you……"

After the little girl finished speaking, she quietly pulled out the dagger that had been pierced into Duan Xichen's abdomen, and put it into her sleeve under the cover of the great cloak.

She stepped back a few steps, and when she looked up, a pitiful expression appeared on her delicate little face again. She looked at Duan Xichen timidly, and shivered: "I have disturbed the nobleman!"

As he said, he ran away quickly in fear.

The author has something to say: The life of a human being is like a tree with a flower, which has one branch and one stalk. Quoted from "The Legend of The Scholars. Fan Zhen"