Stigma

"Sui Yan, that case is over."

Sui Yanxun opened his eyes and said, "How to deal with it?"

Song Xian frowned: "The crown prince is dead. In the past few days, the second prince and the fifth prince have joined the Manchu civil and martial arts to ask the emperor to punish the emperor severely, and the third prince was sentenced..."

"...Canglin Temple."

Sui Yan let out a sigh of relief, even her breathing trembling.

"Canglin Temple...Canglin..." Sui Yan murmured, "Although Yongcheng is barren, it is still a good place, at least it can be alive."

Song Xian was already irritable and impatient when he heard the words: "What a good place can Yongcheng be? Canglin Temple is on the edge of a vast sea of ​​yellow sand. Where can people be treated? Your majesty is accustomed to it, and he went there. The place will definitely not be able to adapt, if something goes wrong..."

Sui Yan continued, "Is it good to stay in Beijing?"

Song Xian was stunned.

"This time, the emperor was murderous against His Highness. If not..." Sui Yan took a deep breath and hid his words. "No matter how hard you suffer in Yongcheng, at least there is still life, if you stay in Beijing The emperor was upset by Japan again, and he might even lose his life."

Sui Yan rubbed his eyebrows, looked at Song Xian with a blank face, and said helplessly: "Do you understand that murdering the prince is not a trivial matter, he can save a life is considered the emperor's favor."

Song Xian's temperament has been heartless since he was a child, and his words and actions are often confusing. Hearing Sui Yan's words so serious, he panicked: "Then, what should I do?"

Sui Yan said, "This is the only way, there is no other way."

Song Xian shook his head repeatedly: "No, no! How can he get what kind of ghost place he went to alone? His Royal Highness has offended many people over the years, and those things that tend to be inflamed don't know how to insult him, no..."

He even said several failures, and suddenly said, "Are you going to Yongcheng with your Highness?"

Sui Yan was taken aback and shook his head. If his current body went to Yongcheng with Duan Zhisu, he might die in the middle.

Song Xian stared at him incredulously: "You know he might die if you go to Yongcheng, don't you worry about it?"

Sui Yan didn't speak.

Song Xian stared at him for a long time, but Yan Tieshi's heart was so old that he ignored him.

Song Xian said: "Sui Yan, you..."

A drop of water fell, dripping into the pool, making a slight noise.

Song Xian's helpless and disappointed voice came from a long distance: "...Do you still have a heart?"

With a cold veil on his forehead, Sui Yan felt extremely comfortable, and he wanted to lift his head and rub his head in a daze.

It seemed that he was aware that he was conscious, and the person next to him hurriedly left, and soon went and returned, bringing a strong medicinal fragrance with a breeze.

Sui Yan frowned even when she was asleep.

I was stupefied to hear someone say: "It's not okay to burn it like this. Give him the medicine and don't let him vomit."

Then, one person pinched his chin and abruptly poured in a bowl of dizzyingly bitter medicine.

Sui Yan originally had the strength to wake up, but as soon as he was filled with this medicine, he was dying of breath and almost kicked his legs.

Sui Yanxu had even spotted Huangquan Road, and barely came up, struggling for a long time before he opened his eyes in a daze.

He opened his eyes, and Haitang on the side cried out with a "wow". He didn't know that Sui Yan had already gone west.

Sui Yan's questioning "Which **** poured my medicine?" couldn't be asked anyway. He said weakly, "Why are you crying? Master, I'm not dead yet."

Haitang immediately pucked aside three times and said, "Master, don't talk about these inauspicious things, Nan Wu Amitabha, Tong Yan Wu Ji, Tong Yan Wu Ji! Bah Bah Bah!"

Sui Yan was amused by him directly.

Haitang’s eyes were full of tears: "The young master fell into the snowdrift and has been drowsy for two days and one night. Pulled you back from the ghost door."

Sui Yan nodded perfunctorily, thinking: "This surname Meng is nosy, I have to find a chance to beat him up."

Xu was the imperial doctor Meng who was really good at rejuvenating. After Sui Yan was sober, she felt a lot better, and the high fever quickly subsided, but she still couldn't drink the medicine.

Both Li Zhao and Haitang were anxious to die. Yan Yan vomited dimly as soon as he was fed the medicine. No matter how good he was, he would have to get sick. After thinking about it, he had to let the kitchen make some sweet soup and medicated food.

Sui Yan was delicious and sweet. The sugar water melted into honey and he could drink a few cups without changing his appearance. When he was young, he always fell ill and refused to take medicine. Li Zhao used this method to coax him.

The medicated diet was quickly made, Sui Yan glanced at the sweet porridge in the small cup, was silent for a moment, and said: "Do you still treat me as a child?"

Li Zhao stirred the sweet porridge with a spoon, and coaxed: "No, it's not, Master, taste it, it's very sweet."

Sui Yan endured and endured it, but still forcibly held it back. He frowned and took it, trying to take a bite, almost driving him crazy with the sweetness and the bitterness.

Sui Yan likes to eat sweets too much. When he was a child, he ate cakes. Even if a candy was dropped, he would pick it up and pat and eat it. Others would not listen to what others said. Something strange, sweet and bitter, I don't know for a while whether to swallow it or vomit it out.

Li Zhao cheered for him: "Swallow, hey, swallow."

Sui Yan almost squirted out of anger by his coaxing tone, and it took a long time to swallow it with difficulty.

Li Zhao saw that he really drank it, and he almost burst into tears.

No matter how thick-skinned Sui Yan is, he still feels a little bit ashamed to be treated as a child, and he didn't break his morals anymore, so he drank the medicated food in one gulp.

Sui Yan really felt much better after eating a bowl of sweets or whether the medicine was effective.

Haitang ran up from outside holding a food box, "Master, this is the sweet bun from the Banfeng Tower. I just bought it. I will relieve you."

Sui Yan was in a daze for a while.

When he was not guilty of being guilty, he pampered himself, mixed eating and waiting to die. Every day he asked the people in the mansion to go to various places in the capital to buy sweets. At that time, the whole capital knew that there was a sweet tooth in the Sui family. The dandy boy.

But since Duan Zhisu went to Canglin Temple, he never asked anyone to buy it again.

If it weren't for Haitang, he would have almost forgotten that he had such absurd indulgence before.

Sui Yan took the food box in Haitang's hand and opened it gently, and found that the steamed buns inside were cold.

Also, it takes half an hour to go back and forth from the Banfeng Tower to the General's Mansion.

Sui Yan sighed, and gently dialed the bun, which was made into a rabbit shape, and said, "It's cold, take it away."

Begonia said yes.

Sui Yan said: "I'm not rushing to you. The sweets in the Wanfeng Lou are still more delicious to eat on the spot. I will go by myself another day."

Haitang suddenly ran away happily.

Xu Shi's steamed buns from the Wanfeng Tower saved Sui Yan's boredom. He gradually drank the medicine for a few days until Xiaonian's day, his body had recovered seven or eighty-eight.

In the twenty-third year of the new year, it was snowing, and the doctor Meng put on a cloak and was ordered to come and ask for the pulse of Master Xiaohou. Before he left Chenganmen, he met Duan Mingchong who was holding a bamboo umbrella.

Imperial Doctor Meng hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Duan Mingchong waved his hand and said, "Is Royal Doctor Meng going to the General's Mansion to ask Master Xiaohou for a pulse?"

Yu Doctor Meng said: "Yes."

Duan Mingchong smiled, and said, "It just so happens that Gu will also go to see Master Xiaohou, let's go together."

Duan Mingchong had no arrogance in the civil and military of the Manchu. No matter who it was, Mu Ruqingfeng, and the Royal Doctor Meng didn't feel cautious. He followed him and talked about Sui Yan's condition at random, and he arrived at the military office soon after.

When the crown prince came, Li Zhao hurriedly came out to greet him, with a guilty conscience on his face.

"Welcome your Royal Highness."

Duan Mingchong closed the umbrella and said, "Lonely come and see Master Xiaohou, how is his condition?"

Li Zhao's face was a little embarrassed: "This..."

Duan Mingchong was very considerate, and said helplessly, "Is it because you can't take the medicine again?"

Li Zhao lowered his head and whispered: "His Royal Highness, forgive me, you are not coincidentally, my young master... he is not in the house today."

Duan Mingchong frowned, "He hasn't recovered from his illness. What is he going to do when he leaves the house? Didn't you stop him?"

Who can stop it? Li Zhao cried repeatedly, "Little Hou Ye has always been arrogant and indulgent, and now no one in the mansion can control him, and he just didn't take care of him, so he just...just..."

Yu Yu doctor Meng said on the side: "Master Hou has a weak body, and it's really wrong to run out in such a cold weather with a sickness."

Li Zhaolian said: "Yes, yes, it has been searched."

Duan Mingchong suddenly said, "Where did he go?"

Li Zhao began to look forward to Ai Ai again: "This... this..."

Duan Ming Chong said: "Just say it directly, don't hesitate."

Li Zhaone said: "Xu Shi... Wan, Wanhualou..."

Duan Ming Chong grew up in the East Palace, and grew up reading the sages' books. He didn't know anything about the beautiful places in the capital. He heard the words and wondered: "Where is that place?"

Li Zhao's face turned red.

The doctor Meng on the side covered his lips and smiled, and whispered: "His Royal Highness, Wanhualou...It's a garden for people to have fun."

Duan Mingchong's face finally changed, and he couldn't say anything: "How old is he? How old is he? Going to that place?"

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Li Zhao had to explain quickly, but Duan Mingchong did not listen to him, so he ordered a few generals and said, "You come with the lonely person."

The family general was at a loss, but the prince's order had to follow and hurriedly followed.

Li Zhao was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness! What are you, what are you going to do?"

Duan Mingchong said coldly: "Go and invite Master Xiaohou back."

Li Zhao: "..."

Duan Mingchong was very vigorous and vigorous, and when he said please, go and invite him. He brought a group of generals toward the Wanfeng Tower. The posture was not like inviting people, but like arresting fugitives.

At the same time, Xiao Hou Ye was going through five levels and cutting six generals in Wanhualou, and finally bought all the sweet steamed buns that only made 20 pots a day in Wanhualou, and the sweat of the cold weather was shed.

At this moment, under the unbelievable gaze of a crowd of clients, he sat in the middle of the lobby with an elegant posture...

-Took the ears on the bunny-style buns.

Although Wanhualou is a place of dust, the cakes made are unique. The daily steamed buns are made in the style of different animals. They are lifelike and look really cute.

The table was full of food boxes with white smoke. Sui Yan sat on it like an immortal making an alchemy, his eyes flexing back and forth with the soft bunny ears.

"It's really soft." Sui Yan said in his heart, holding the piggy-like steamed bun and bite it. After eating the honey, the whole person was going to be sweetened.

"It's so sweet."

For the first time since rebirth, Sui Yan suddenly felt that being alive seemed pretty good.