Stigma

It is rare for Sui Yan to stay in the room for a whole day. Gengxue once asked the little novice monk to come and invite him to study and discuss the "Dharma". Because of his guilty conscience, Sui Yan gave the little novice monk a candied fruit and sent the person away. .

Duan Mingchong was busy all day, and came back at night.

Sui Yan was cutting something beside the charcoal basin, and saw Duan Mingchong come back and raised his head to smile at him.

Duan Mingchong was exhausted. When he saw Sui Yan's smile, he was surprised that he didn't feel tired.

He stepped forward, looked at the sawdust on Sui Yan's clothes in doubt, and said, "What are you cutting?"

Sui Yan shook off the sawdust and showed the half-cut wooden sign to Duan Mingchong, and said honestly: "I am cutting the sign."

Duan Mingchong looked at the neatly cut wooden sign at his feet, and was even more at a loss: "What did you cut the wooden sign for? Didn't you draw a lot of signings at Master Gengxue yesterday?"

At the mention of this year, Yan gets angry: "Don't mention it, Gengxue asked five or six little novices to come over to me today to ask for his lottery. I just grabbed a handful of candied fruit and sent it away. Who knows that there will be one after another. Many, clamoring for the picks, I had to give them."

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Duan Mingchong rubbed his eyebrows and started to feel tired again: "Why would you give them?"

According to Sui Yan's temperament, if he really wanted it, even if the entire Xiangguo Temple monks came to make a noise, he would not give it.

Sui Yan mumbled: "If you don't give it to them, I will run out of preserves."

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Duanming Chongyou sighed, reached out his hand to remove the sawdust from his hair, and whispered, "So you just cut it yourself?"

He picked up the cut one and looked at it, let alone, it was really look like, there was also a row of small characters engraved on it-sign on, everything will come to mind, and everything will come true.

He even unsigned himself.

Duan Ming Chong was speechless.

"It's good to cut it yourself, what you want."

Sui Yan had already skillfully cut one out of the time when he spoke. He held up the pile of top lotteries under his feet and put them on the table.

Duan Mingchong was helpless, and didn't stop him: "It's getting late, don't you sleep?"

Without raising his head, Sui Yan picked up a piece of wood under his feet, and said, "I'm going to cut a stick, and I will go to sleep when I'm done."

Duan Mingchong looked at him serious, but couldn't persuade him to move, so he had to take a shower on his own.

Sui Yan was a little tired when he was halfway through the cutting, and shook his sour fingers. The packed Duan Mingchong just came into the inner room.

Sui Yan tilted his head to look, and was immediately stunned.

Duan Mingchong, dressed in a white shirt, draped his long hair damply behind his back, raised the candlestick and raised the curtain and walked out, perhaps because there was no one just now, his face was expressionless, and the fire light reflected on his face. Gentle but yet gentle. Icy.

Suddenly Sui Yan's heart beats wildly, and then he bounces wildly like a drum.

The pick-box and small carving knife in his hand took off, and rolled all the way from the hem of his clothes, falling to the ground with a light noise.

Duan Mingchong saw Sui Yan, the indifference on his face slowly disappeared, looked at Sui Yan tenderly, and said, "Ayan? What's wrong?"

Sui Yan regained his senses abruptly. He picked up the carving knives and the sticks on the ground indiscriminately, and scribbled a few knives on them indiscriminately. The roots of his ears were red and shook his head, and said: "No, no, I'm fine."

In a daze, he suddenly remembered a fragment of his dream last night.

Duanming Chong's handsome face flashed by, and then he seemed to be surrounded by people, wrapped in a gentle touch, and then...there was no more.

That's the case, Sui Yan still has a hot face, and can't wait to find a place to get in.

Duan Mingchong gave a "Oh" and said, "Then you can go to bed earlier after cutting, and we will go back the day after tomorrow."

Sui Yan nodded hurriedly, he swept Duan Mingchong and lay down, then glanced at the lottery in his hand vaguely.

Two characters are crookedly engraved on the year-round fortune-teller-Ming Chong.

The word Chong is only half carved.

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan stared at the words on the scoop like a ghost, his ears were so red that he almost dripped blood, and he quickly threw the scoop that had been shaved for a long time into the charcoal bowl as if he had been burned.

The fire swallowed, and soon became a handful of ashes.

Sui Yan murmured: "I'm done."

When he unconsciously engraved Duan Mingchong's name on the drawbar, he suddenly felt that an unknown barrier in his heart seemed to shatter into powder unknowingly.

Sui Yan sat next to the charcoal basin for a long time before going to take a shower and changing clothes, and drew on the bed.

Duan Mingchong is used to going to bed at Haishi. Even when he was on the couch, he was reading a book. He saw Sui Yan crawling on the bed with a flushed face and gave him a hand.

Unexpectedly, Sui Yan was like a frightened rabbit, almost jumping out, clutching the place Duan Mingchong encountered and looking at him in amazement.

Duan Ming Chong Na said: "I... just want to help you..."

Only then did Sui Yan realize that he was too frightened. He nodded and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry."

Duan Mingchong didn't care, and said, "Go to sleep."

Sui Yan got into the quilt, lifted the corner of the quilt and glanced at Duan Mingchong.

Duan Mingchong read two pages, and was dumbfounded by Sui Yan's eyes from time to time. He put down the book, leaned over and lifted the corner of his quilt, and smiled: "What are you looking at, and still not sleeping?"

Duan Mingchong's dry ink hair fell on Sui Yan's pillow, and the fragrance of saponaria came in bursts with a subtle weird smell.

Sui Yan sniffed without any trace, his face sank.

Although the smell is insignificant, it is easy to recognize-it is the smell of blood.

Duan Mingchong is no longer the person who doesn't know the world and easily believes in the glutinous temperament of others three years ago. Since he is in the royal family, he has to dye his hands with blood, which Sui Yan has known for a long time.

Sui Yan thought to himself: "If he doesn't do this, he can't protect himself. That's right."

He stared at Duan Mingchong in a daze. The young and gentle prince was still a gentle and humble skin, but his heart had changed unknowingly.

Three years ago, Duan Mingchong was too gentle and pure and kind to be persecuted step by step; but now he is strategizing and killing decisively, Sui Yan sometimes feels like a stranger.

He felt relieved and delighted, but at the same time he felt disappointed and regretful. The entanglement between the two sides made him extremely contradictory.

Sui Yan got out of the quilt and whispered, "I'm hungry."

Duan Ming Chong frowned: "Are you not using food at night?"

Sui Yan glanced at the sign on the bedside, bowed his head and said, "I forgot."

Duan Mingchong almost laughed angrily by him, and said helplessly: "You will forget to eat, haven't the palace people come to call you? I'll ask them."

Of course, the palace people didn't dare not call, but Sui Yan was obsessed with signing and sent them away at will.

Sui Yan hurriedly grabbed Duan Mingchong, and said, "It's none of their business, it's my fault, it's okay, I'll just go to the cook to make some steamed buns, so you don't need to bother your Highness."

Duan Mingchong: "But..."

Sui Yan put on his socks, wrapped himself in the brown cloak, said a few words casually with Duan Mingchong, and ran out quickly.

The rooms of the people accompanying him were all next door. Sui Yan asked a palace official and quickly found the room without ink.

Wu Mo was going to bed, and suddenly heard his door bang banging, he asked in confusion, "Who?"

Sui Yan: "I."

Wumo immediately pulled up the quilt and covered his head: "I'm not here!"

Sui Yan: "..."

After a while, Sui Yan sat in the inkless room, trembling with her knees, and trembling: "Why don't you, you, don't you use the charcoal basin? Isn't it cold?"

Wumo said: "No, no, no, no cold."

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan glared at him. After finally getting warm, he asked: "Where did the Prince go down today? You tell me everything, don't miss the details."

Wumo said: "I didn't go anywhere. I copied the scriptures and recited the Buddha in Xiangguo Temple. I went to add a few long-life lamps and exchanged greetings with Master Gengxue, and it was gone."

Sui Yan's eyes seemed a little fluttering when he saw Wumo, he immediately patted the small case on the bedside, and forced him to ask: "You lie, he must have done more than these things, don't hide anything from me, don't forget that your household registration is still there. Here!"

Wumo said impatiently, "I said yes, but don't let me do any messy things."

Sui Yan: "That's it."

Wu Mo said unnaturally: "In the longevity lamp he lit, there is your name."

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan thought it was something important-such as Duan Mingchong's sudden change in temperament and killing someone, but he didn't expect it to be just a light.

He glared at Wumo: "Add a lamp...wait!"

Wumo: "What? What? Are you singing?"

Sui Yan: "You said he gave me a long-life lamp!?"

Wumo said weirdly: "Yes."

Sui Yan was stunned for a moment, and then with red ears, he grabbed Wumo's hand and shook: "Then you..."

Wumo was immediately wary: "Don't want me to steal the lights for you, there are no doors!"

Sui Yan: "..."

Wumo: "The Buddhism is a heavy land, the sky is full of gods and Buddhas looking at you in the sky, are you not afraid of retribution?"

Sui Yan was reluctant to let go of this thought when he saw it through.

He was happy for a while before he remembered what was going on: "What else did His Royal Highness do? Come on."

Wu Mo looked at him as if he wouldn't let himself sleep without saying it, and said helplessly: "You know, Duan Xichen and Duan Ruwang want to put him to death, in a place with loose guards like Xiangguo Temple. Naturally, it is the best choice for assassination. I'm talking about it, do you still want to ask?"

Sui Yan lowered his head, Wu Mo's unintentional words made him feel distressed for Duan Mingchong suddenly.

He nodded and muffled: "I see."

Wumo felt a little soft when he saw his loss, so he comforted: "It's nothing serious, and he didn't suffer any injuries, and the secret guards in the East Palace are not vegetarian. They are just a little frightened and don't get in the way. ."

In fact, Duan Mingchong didn't seem to be scared, on the contrary, when the assassin appeared, there seemed to be a relieved smile on his face.

Duan Mingchong watched the assassins rushing towards him, his body was motionless, his eyes looked at them almost coldly, and then the dark guards descended from the sky, and a burst of blood fell on the snow, among the shadows of the swords and swords, each body fell heavily. On the ground, it was dyed red with white snow.

Wu Mo was in the dark at the time and didn't know what kind of look Duan Mingchong was. He only saw him motionless and thought he was frightened.

Sui Yan: "Yeah."

Wumo racked his brains to comfort him again.

Sui Yan said dullly: "Then can you help me steal the light?"

Wumo didn't hesitate for a while: "Don't even think about it."

Very ruthless.

Sui Yan: "..."

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