Stigma

The coachman said: "His Royal Highness, this..."

Duan Mingchong said helplessly: "Song Xian is always the minister of the court..."

Sui Yan looked at him blankly.

Duan Ming Chong changed his mouth and said, "Do as Hou Ye said."

Coachman: "..."

The coachman couldn't say a word. He was stunned for a long time and didn't know what to say. He really didn't dare to run over directly, so he could only let the attendants who followed him to let Song Xian make way.

The carriage stopped for a while, and did not know what was happening outside, and soon moved again.

Duan Mingchong looked at Sui Yan's slightly heavy profile, and tentatively asked, "Why did he make you angry?"

Sui Yan raised his head, glanced at him, and faintly said: "He didn't make me angry. You made me angry before. I couldn't swallow this breath, and I couldn't bear to send it to His Royal Highness. Song Xian happened to hit me and I just moved on. Did he send it?"

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Duan Ming Chong Na said: "Then are you calm now?"

Sui Yan said nonsense: "I didn't run over, so I didn't calm down."

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Duan Mingchong was very worried that he would crush himself, hurriedly raised a smile and opened his hand to him, and said softly, "Are you still sleeping?"

Sui Yan glanced at him, then leaned back in his arms, held by him, and went to sleep again.

After a while, the carriage came to a halt in the Hou Mansion, Sui Yan slept in a daze, and struggled twice without getting up.

Duan Mingchong saw that he was too tired, so he wrapped him in a cloak, hugged him directly and got out of the carriage.

Li Zhao greeted him outside, and saw the posture of the two men almost falling off the steps in fright.

"See Your Highness, my young master...this..."

Duan Mingchong didn't change his face and said, "He is tired, I will send him back to the room."

Li Zhao hurriedly led the way.

The three of them walked toward the courtyard, but they met Suixun, who was dressed in court clothes and planned to go to the court before they walked through the promenade.

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Sui Yan did not return all night last night, and was told by the attendant of the East Palace that he was with His Royal Highness in the middle of the night.

Suixun's face was gloomy all night, scaring Haitang very much. He had planned to send someone to find Sui Yan after he went down, but he didn't expect to see his brother, who was carried back by the prince before he left. .

Suixun's face immediately became gloomy.

Duan Mingchong took the other brother's hand and showed no guilty conscience towards his elder brother. He held Sui Yan's hand very steadily, and nodded slightly towards Suixun: "General Sui."

Suixun couldn't even do the warmth that he had made by force. He said with difficulty: "Forget it for him..."

Duan Mingchong's face immediately flushed with a fluttering sentence to Sui Yan, but he didn't panic when facing others, and it was impressive that the waves were not shocked.

"Last night at the Lantern Festival, Ayan was going to put the lanterns on, so Gu took him to the hot spring courtyard in the southwest of the city and stayed for a night. General Sui did not have to worry."

Sui Xun forcibly endured it and glanced at Sui Yan, who was leaning against Duan Mingchong's chest, and his face was pale. When he was still ill, he didn't have a direct attack after thinking about it, so he forced a smile and said, "Your Majesty, please send me away. return."

Duan Ming Chong said indifferently: "The general said so, it's a good thing. Forgetting alone has long since separated you and me, so why bother to talk about it?"

Sui Xun's face turned green as soon as he said this.

Li Zhao looked at him with trepidation, lest Suixun would slash Duan Mingchong with his sword.

After Duan Mingchong finished speaking lightly, he nodded his head politely, and walked steadily towards the courtyard with Sui Yan.

Sui Yan didn't know that Duan Mingchong and his elder brother were still asleep after a **** fight.

Not long after, he felt stupidly that he seemed to be placed on a soft bed, and then a faint touch fell softly on his brows, touching them.

Sui Yan's brain is like a pool of muddy water. He should have realized that Duan Mingchong is going to leave in a daze. He desperately tried to reach out and grab him, but he couldn't wake up anyway. He could only make a whimper from his throat, as if he wanted to keep it. Duan Ming Chong.

Duan Mingchong sighed softly, leaned down and kissed the corner of his lips again, and said softly: "Go to sleep, I will come over this afternoon."

Sui Yan frowned, he felt that he had exhausted all his strength, but he could not lift his fingers at all.

I don't know how long it took, and the sound gradually disappeared in his ears. Sui Yan struggled for a long time before reluctantly opening his eyes.

"His Royal Highness?"

His mind was still a little hazy, and he wanted to sit up and look for Duan Mingchong with his arms. He didn't sit still, and the soreness instantly surfaced from his waist, making him almost fall back again.

Haitang was preparing breakfast in the outer room, and hurried in when he heard the movement: "Master, are you awake?"

Sui Yan half propped his elbows, with a few drops of cold sweat on the corner of his forehead, which seemed uncomfortable.

He frowned and raised his eyes impatiently: "When did your Royal Highness leave?"

Haitang nerdy said: "It's been an hour, and the sky outside is bright."

Only then did Sui Yan react. He looked at the dazzling light in the window lattice and lay back on the couch.

When Haitang saw that his young master was obviously a little unhappy, he cautiously ran forward to share his worries for his master: "Shao..."

It's just that before he finished a sentence, Sui Yan muttered: "Don't talk to me, talk to me again when the prince is here."

Haitang closed his mouth and whispered, "What about breakfast?"

Sui Yan, who can't see Duan Mingchong, is going to die: "Don't eat, take it out."

Haitang thought for a while, and said cautiously, "Is there any sweet porridge, didn't the young master have been thinking about it for a long time?"

Sui Yan directly covered his head with the quilt: "If you don't eat or eat, I'll call you if you eat, let's go down."

Fearing that Sui Yan would really get angry, Haitang ran away like a rabbit.

Although it has long been known that Duan Ming Chong will go to court, but at this time, Sui Yan, who is not comfortable, feels more and more upset, and can't wait to catch Duan Ming Chong back to beat him up.

He was sulking under the quilt and suddenly heard a small noise coming from the outer room.

Years old Yan was startled.

The window frame seemed to have been opened from the outside, and then a person flicked over the window and landed on the ground, walking silently and sneakily towards the inner room.

Sui Yan's room is only divided into an inner room and an outer room. Through the bead curtain, you can see the wide bed covered by the bed curtain.

The man walked gently towards the bed curtain, with a very alert posture.

Through the curtain of the bed, one could see a piece of brocade quilt bulging up. The man rushed into the curtain of the bed, and quickly opened the brocade quilt with his eyesight and hands.

Inside are two piled pillows.

This person was taken aback, before he could react, suddenly a large cloak fell from the sky, and covered his face with his head and face.

Sui Yan flashed out from behind the curtain behind the bed, and kicked the man to the ground with one kick-although his face was distorted for a moment because of the pain during the movement, it did not prevent him from kicking and flying.

The man was covered with his head and was kicked directly on the footrest beside the bed. Probably the footstep angle jammed his waist, making him scream unexpectedly.

Sui Yan didn't even stop, stepped directly on him, and beat him blankly.

Nothing fell from the beam, looking at the angry Sui Yan with some embarrassment, and whispered: "Master, this is..."

Sui Yan didn't look back: "It's none of your business, let's go."

After choking on nothing, he glanced sympathetically at the people on the ground and turned away.

The man was beaten up and screamed. It took him a long time before he lifted the cloak off his head, and said angrily: "Year forgotten home! That's enough, it's me! Don't fight, don't fight!"

Song Xian had a blue nose and a swollen face, desperately trying to catch Sui Yan's non-stop hand.

Sui Yan was upset, and kicked him again before giving up.

"You came to my room sneakily. I still treat you as an assassin. It's good to hit you. If I took a knife, you would have been lying on the ground to see the Buddha."

Song Xian had a guilty conscience when he came in by climbing the window. Even if he was beaten to death, he couldn't explain anything, so he gave him a fierce look: "It's not because the gatekeeper in your house stopped me from letting me in. I overturned the wall. Is it easy for me to climb a window?"

In fact, Sui Yan knew it was him when Song Xian came in. The Hou Mansion was heavily guarded, and only Sui Yan’s acquaintances could not be stopped by the dark guards. It was just that Sui Yan was uncomfortable, and Song Xian climbed the window to find him again. All the anger he couldn't get mad was spread on him.

Sui Yan beat him up and felt relieved, but the waist that was almost broken was aching again.

He sat down on the bed with a pale face, his calves a little soft.

Song Xian couldn't wait to beat him back, but seeing Sui Yan's tragic appearance of being abused, remembering how he was almost impossible to save from a serious illness a few days ago, and couldn't bear to start, so he got up reluctantly. Sit down on the bed.

Sui Yan frowned and kicked him, and said, "Don't sit here, it's annoying to look at you."

Song Xian rolled his eyes: "You treat me as if I would like to see you. I wouldn't come to you and be beaten if I didn't ask you for something important."

Sui Yan wanted to kick him. Song Xian pressed his ankle and said angrily: "Listen to me."

Sui Yan suddenly cried out and cursed: "Let go of your paws for me!"

Seeing his pale face, Song Xian hurriedly let go of his hand. He tilted his head to look and found that Sui Yan did not cover the whole calf with green finger marks, and there seemed to be a few red spots in the gaps covered by the clothes. mark.

Song Xian frowned: "Your legs..."

Sui Yan immediately grabbed the quilt to cover his legs, and said coldly, "If you have something to say, or I will drive people out!"

Song Xian didn't care about his calf, and said sternly: "His Royal Highness seems to have something wrong."

Sui Yan curled his calf and hugged his knees, enduring uncomfortable, and said, "What is my problem with him, are you running here to talk to me?"

Song Xian said: "If it is because of Chaoli, I would naturally not come to you, but this matter..."

He glanced at Sui Yan with ineffable words, lowered his voice and said, "It seems to be related to you."

Sui Yan frowned: "Me?"

Song Xian sat down toward Sui Yan, and said with a fascination: "Do you believe in ghosts and gods?"

Sui Yan's eyes moved slightly and said lightly: "Why do you say that?"

Song Xian thought for a while, and he told Sui Yan about the fact that he almost went crazy last night.

"...I sent him back to the Prince's Mansion, but he has been calling your name all the time, did you drop your head on him?"

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan looked at him blankly, and said: "If I really want to hold on to death and just buy the killer and kill the matter, why do I lower my head? You think I'm just as useless as you, but only use these intrigues. dose?"

Song Xian: "..."

Song Xian hated Sui Yan’s poisonous tongue since he was a child, and at this moment he wished to strangle him: “Speak well! What happened last night was very weird. He had said that he would not bother you anymore, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable on the way back. I called your name for a while, called your Majesty for a while, and said something to give."

Sui Yan said, "I said it doesn't matter to me. I haven't seen him for a long time. Don't take this to my head."

Song Xian said, "Then he might be because of you..."

Sui Yan said impatiently: "Why is it because of me? He called me by name because it was mine? Then I called'Song Chonghui' and then I hit and died on the bedpost. Did you kill me? ?"

Song Xian was stunned by his words: "Of course I didn't mean that! I just thought you might know something, so I wanted to ask you."

Sui Yan said: "Then are you trying to demand people's attitude now?"

Song Xian: "..."

Song Xian looked at him incredulously, and then swallowed his breath for a long time: "Master Hou, because I haven't slept outside the city and waited for you for a long time, please help me this time."

Sui Yan glanced at Song Xian, then turned around and took out the sticks he had made from the little concealer on the bed.

Song Xian: "What is this?"

Sui Yan shook the lottery inside, and said to Song Xian, "Draw one."

Song Xian didn't know, so he hesitated for a moment or stretched out his hand to draw one.

He glanced at the sign, and there was a row of small bets below: Don't miss the opportunity.

Song Xian's face was dazed: "What opportunity?"

Sui Yan shrugged and said, "Whatever the opportunity, you ask me who I will ask?"

Song Xian: "But isn't this your signature?"

Sui Yan said: "Which monk in the monastery you have seen will clearly explain to you after the signing, each of them is a posture of unpredictable secrets that cannot be revealed. I am considered good like this. Anyway, you Just tell Duan Zhisu these four words directly, and let him realize the rest."

Song Xian couldn't help but received the sign in his sleeve: "Are you really not going to see the Third Royal Highness with me?"

In fact, Sui Yan wanted to go very much, because he probably guessed from Song Xian's few words that Duan Mingchong might be something that reminds me of his previous life-even if he is reborn before, and Xuexue knows that this matter is later, even if Duan Zhisu remembered everything overnight, and Sui Yan would not be shocked.

He really wanted to see what Duan Zhisu's reaction made him refreshed, but now that his life is still being held in his hand, it is naturally impossible to leave the house.

"No, someone might want to kill me, I can't leave the house."

Song Xian hesitated to speak, but seemed to still want to persuade him.

Sui Yan said: "Don't say anything about going out for a long time and I can't die. If I really go out with you, according to the stories in the scripts I watched on weekdays, I must be fatal. Don't be foolish."

Song Xian said angrily: "I haven't said anything yet!"

Sui Yan said unceremoniously, "But you have written it on your face, so hurry up and don't get in the way of my eyes anymore."

Song Xian glared at him before turning around and limping away.