Stigma (Yi Cong Yin) - Stigma (Yi Cong Yin) Chapter 85

Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Emperor Beilan threw the zhezi in his hand aside at random, rubbing his eyebrows a little tiredly.

After Ning Yuan was convicted, the post of Minister of War was vacant, and the ministers of the DPRK and Central Government handed over the selection of suitable candidates. Every morning, the court was arguing about this.

The old eunuch, who had been with the emperor for many years, came from outside and bowed and said softly, “Your Majesty, the prince did not go to court this morning, because he called the Royal Doctor Meng to go there.”

The emperor frowned: “What’s wrong with him?”

The old **** said: “The slave went to inquire about it. It seems that in Tianshui Lane outside the palace a few days ago, His Royal Highness and Lord Hou met the assassin together, and his arm was injured here.”

Although he spoke lightly and inquired, he knew exactly where he was assassinated.

The old **** compared his right arm and said: “The wound was so big that the doctor Meng was terrified when he saw it. His Majesty touched it because he was afraid that his majesty would be worried, so he asked his subordinates to conceal it, and the doctor secretly requested it, if not A high fever broke out from the wound this morning. His Majesty is afraid that the Crown Prince will hide it from him.”

The emperor’s brows became more frowning and tightened: “Naughty, I have to hide it after suffering such a serious injury! Are you still a child now, will I still punish him for failing?”

The old **** hurriedly persuaded: “Your Majesty has been worrying about the affairs of the DPRK for the past few days. His Royal Highness does not want to distract you. Your Majesty calms down your anger.”

Emperor Beilan said with a cold face: “It’s so brave to dare to assassinate the prince in the street-can you find out who did it?”

“This old slave is incompetent. At that time, Tianshui Lane was in chaos. The assassin took advantage of the chaos and escaped, and there is no way to find out.” The old **** thought for a while and said, “Hey, there is also Lord Hou. , I have been bedridden for the past few days. There are rumors in Beijing… he seems to be…”

He hid the conversation, and Emperor Beilan said, “What does it seem?”

The old **** nerdy said: “Xu Ye… can’t survive this winter…”

Emperor Beilan kept knocking his hand on the table, his face was a little ugly: “Did the imperial doctor go to see it?”

“Doctor Meng went to see, only to see good luck.”

Emperor Beilan was silent for a long time before saying: “Send something to Sui’anhou Mansion.”

The old **** nodded and said yes.

The Emperor Beilan was already a little tired, and even the gray hairs could be seen from the bundled ink hair. He looked down at the memorial spread out on his hand, his sight was on the name “Sui Xun”. After looking at it for a long time, he sighed.

In the East Palace, Royal Doctor Meng frowned and washed his blood-stained hands clean, and told the palace maiden on the side: “Don’t burn so warmly in the hall, keep the wind open, and be careful of your highness catching cold.”

The sleeping hall was full of blood and medicine, and the palace man nodded and said yes, opened the window halfway, and the cold wind blew in.

In the inner room, Duan Mingchong was sitting next to the soft couch, with a pale face looking down at the letter from the dark guard, and his brows frowned even more tightly.

The sleeve on his right shoulder was left open and unworn, with sable fur on his shoulders, and white gauze wrapped around his right arm, revealing traces of blood faintly.

The secret guard who kneeled aside lowered his head and said: “Master Hou’s condition has been repeated in the past few days, and he has not been able to get out of bed for several days.

Duan Mingchong threw the letter in his hand into the charcoal basin aside, the tongue of fire engulfed the letterhead, and he could vaguely see the unburned inscription on it.

——Jun Jingxing.

Duan Xichen’s death in the palace did not cause any major disturbances. After the emperor knew about it, he was silent for half a day, as if he was several years old overnight, and he was buried in the imperial tomb as a prince.

Concubine Ning was crying so much that she almost fainted, went crazy for several days, and finally hanged herself on a snowy night.

Duan Mingchong took Diao Qiu off his shoulders, put on his clothes, and got up and said, “Go and prepare to drive. I will leave the palace alone.”

The dark guard was startled: “But your Highness’s injury…”

Duan Mingchong made the injury by himself, naturally knowing that the hideous wound was just looking serious, but it didn’t hurt the bones.

He said lightly: “It’s okay, just go.”

The dark guard did not dare to dissuade any more, so he had to say that he was leaving.

Duan Mingchong put on the cloak and walked out of the inner room. Yu Doctor Meng hadn’t left yet. He saw that he was going out and said, “His Royal Highness is going to…”

Duan Ming Chong said: “Go to the Hou Mansion-tell me truthfully, what is Ayan’s condition?”

In the past few years, Yu Doctor Meng was often caught by Duan Mingchong and went to the Hou Mansion to see Sui Yan. He got used to going there once and again. He bowed and replied, “Master Hou is still suffering from the old problems of the past few years, and he will get sick as soon as winter arrives. , It won’t be a big problem if you get through it, it’s just…”

He carefully glanced at Duan Mingchong who was cold all over his body, and said carefully, “It’s just that this year’s disease seems to have come extremely hard…”

Duan Mingchong’s face was even paler.

Yuyu Meng said hurriedly: “Hou Yeji people have their own celestial signs, and they will definitely get through it. Your Royal Highness needn’t worry too much.”

Duan Mingchong whispered: “You told your father that you can’t make it through this winter day. He arranged it?”

Yu Doctor Meng nodded.

The assassination in Tianshui Alley was too abrupt and weird. It would not have been arranged as expected. The assassins had no intention of hurting them, and they quickly left after a few fights symbolically, more like just a cutscene. .

Duan Mingchong came out of the Hou Mansion that night, and after a little set his mind, he figured out this point-those people probably did it deliberately because Sui Yan saw him in a difficult situation.

Duan Mingchong didn’t know what he was feeling in his heart, and he was happy but also sad and sad. Although Sui Yan had always been uninterested in the affairs of court, he secretly did not know how much he helped him.

It was precisely because of this that Duan Mingchong would hurt himself with the scheming plan and sent Duan Xichen to **** with all his heart.

The two of Tianshuixiang were assassinated together, the prince was injured, and Lord Hou was also shocked and sick. This incident was passed to Emperor Beilan, and he would naturally count the assassination and the previous frame-up of the prince until he was stunned. The end is as expected.

Duan Mingchong nodded in a daze, and said, “I see, Gu…I’ll go see him now.”

In the past few days, the things he sent to the Hou Mansion were all returned by Suixun, and they were also sent to Duan Mingchong.

“Forgetting to return to the inconvenience of illness, there is no blessing to be rewarded by His Highness.”

The implication is that you don’t send anything over afterwards.

Even the things Duan Mingchong gave to Suixun dared to refuse to return it. If Duan Mingchong went by himself, he would probably have the first time in his life to close the door.

Duan Mingchong knew everything in his heart, but still couldn’t help but want to see Sui Yan.

The sedan in the East Palace soon stopped at the entrance of the Hou Mansion.

Li Zhao was at the door, saw the Eastern Palace lantern on the carriage, and walked down with a hint of food, and said, “My lord, my general said, the things from the Eastern Palace cannot be accepted, you…”

The curtain of the carriage was opened gently, and Duan Mingchong looked at him blankly.

Li Zhao was taken aback, and he knelt down hurriedly: “I have seen and seen His Royal Highness…”

Duan Mingchong got off the carriage and said lightly: “I heard that Lord Hou was in a hug, so I came to see him. General Sui will not stop Gu at the door.”

Li Zhao complained repeatedly. If the palace man from the East Palace, he could take Suixun’s order to block one or two, but now that the prince is here in person, he can’t put Duan Ming Chong hanging here to ask Suixun for his instructions, so he can only smile with respect. Respectfully, Duan Ming Chong invited in.

Duan Ming Chong politely thanked him and walked into the Hou Mansion.

Most of the servants of the Hou Mansion were all waiting in Sui Yan’s courtyard, and Duan Mingchong walked in without taking himself as an outsider.

Haitang was throwing dregs of medicine and saw Duan Mingchong coming from a distance, and hurriedly ran into the room with a loud “Ah”.

In the inner room, Sui Yan was lying on the couch in a daze, his face pale as paper, Jun Jingxing was gently supporting the back of his neck and feeding the boiled medicine in a little bit.

Suixun waited in the outer room, his face full of irritability.

Haitang stumbled and rushed in: “Second Young Master! Your Royal Highness, Madam, is here!”

Sui Xun’s face became even more ugly as soon as this remark came out.

He did not greet him, still sitting in the chair with a calm face and said nothing.

Soon, Duan Mingchong walked in with the curtain back, and saw Suixun, barely aroused a smile: “General Sui.”

Suixun stood up indifferently, and saluted reluctantly: “His Royal Highness.”

Duan Mingchong saw the dissatisfaction on Suixun’s face, but he had to bite the bullet and said, “How is A Yan now? I will look at him.”

Suixun said coldly: “Fortunately, I will die…”

As soon as his voice fell, Sui Yan’s heartbreaking cough came from the inner room.

Suixun was taken aback, and was about to rush towards the inner room in a panic. He saw that Duan Mingchong in front of him pushed aside the bead curtain and rushed in faster than him.

Sui Yan leaned on the couch with his eyes half open and coughed violently. Jun Jingxing patted him anxiously on the back, spilling the medicine on the bed.

Sui Yan didn’t know that he was still awake, he coughed heartbreakingly, and desperately grabbed Jun Jingxing’s hand, and said hoarsely: “Don’t…drink medicine…”

Jun Jingxing could hardly wait to open his mouth to feed the medicine in, and said sternly, “Do you want to die if you don’t drink the medicine?”

Sui Yan shook his head weakly, but the medicine coughed up later had some blood stains.

I don’t know if the shadow in his heart is causing trouble, he can’t help but vomit it all out after taking a sip. It seems that he really can’t drink it, instead of acting like a baby because of the pain of the medicine.

Because of this, Jun Jingxing was even more helpless.

Sui Yan had been unable to drink the medicine the night before, fed and vomited, and sometimes talked nonsense in a daze, scaring Jun Jingxing and Suixun to death.

Sui Yan was a little weaker than usual when she was sick in the winter. He took medicine normally and made jokes. Except when he drank the stigma at that time, he had never been so serious.

Jun Jingxing looked at Sui Yan, who was so angry as to gossip, and suddenly muttered: “Stigma…”

He got up and was about to leave, but Duan Mingchong, who rushed in, grabbed his arm.

Jun Jingxing didn’t even look at him, but broke free of his hand and started to walk outside.

Duan Mingchong’s eyes were reddish, holding him tightly, and said coldly: “Where are you going? You want to save him…”

Jun Jingxing looked at him in a daze, his lips moved lightly: “He…he can’t hold on…”

Duan Mingchong was taken aback, as if he didn’t hear clearly: “What?”

Jun Jingxing said: “He can’t drink the medicine, and his condition is much more serious than before. He…”

“If this continues, he really won’t be able to survive this winter…”

Duan Mingchong’s eyes were dark, and there was a buzzing in his ears.

Jun Jingxing said: “The fragrance of medicine… the fragrance of medicine can save his life…”

He broke free of Duan Mingchong’s hand and went to find Yaoxiang.

Duan Mingchong took a deep breath, tried to keep himself calm, and said coldly, “I won’t let him use medicine.”

Jun Jingxing was stunned for a moment, then sneered: “Then do you want him to die now?”

Duan Ming Chong said: “He won’t die…”

Duan Mingchong dropped his painful hand and muttered softly, “I’m still here, he won’t die so easily.”

“Don’t use that medicine on him again, you can’t ruin him.”

Jun Jingxing was furious: “I would rather destroy him than let him die!”

Duan Mingchong whispered, “If you destroy him, I will kill you.”

Being aloof and arrogant like Sui Yan, he will not allow himself to live without a human or a ghost for the rest of his life.

Jun Jingxing was startled.

After Duan Mingchong finished speaking, he no longer controlled Jun Jingxing, staggered to the side of the couch, and sat slowly beside Sui Yan.

Sui Yanmo spread out on the pillow, her pale face was without a trace of blood, and she was faintly pale and sullen.

Duan Mingchong gently leaned over and hugged Sui Yan in his arms.

Sui Yan smelled a familiar breath while waking up from his dream, and his lusterless eyes opened slightly, and he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality.

“His Royal Highness?”

His voice was hoarse, and it sounded like it had been scratched by gravel.

Duan Mingchong wrapped his shoulders, leaned over his forehead, and said softly, “I’m here, I’m not afraid anymore.”

Sui Yan’s eyes were full of tears, looking at him blankly, tears slowly falling from the corners of his eyes, falling between the ink hair.

When Suixun walked in with a cold face, he saw a scene on the couch and was suddenly stunned.

——His younger brother, who had been utterly ignorant since his illness, was embracing Duan Mingchong as if grabbing the straw, his thin body shrank in his arms, and he couldn’t bear to cry.