Stigma (Yi Cong Yin) - Stigma (Yi Cong Yin) Chapter 89

Not long after Duan Mingchong left, Suixun came over.

Holding the Minghuang imperial decree in his hand, he frowned and opened the bead curtain and walked in. First, he sat on the couch and probed Tan Sui Yan’s forehead before he said: “The imperial decree is coming from the palace.”

Sui Yan said, “What are you talking about?”

Suixun looked a little displeased: “You want me to be the presiding officer of the Ministry of War.”

Sui Yan’s face was still sickly pale. He turned his head and coughed, and said, “The ministers of the court will recommend you to serve. Are they crazy?”

In the middle of Korea, most of the people who immerse themselves in the officialdom are civil servants, and most of them look down on Suixun, who only knows how to fight.

Suixun said, “It’s not them, it’s the prince.”

Sui Yan said: “Ouch!”

Sui Xun Leng glanced at him: “Shut up.”

Sui Yan had to take back a basket of words that he wanted to blurt out, and said, “Is that elder brother unhappy? I heard people say that Chaozhong had been arguing for many days because of the Ministry of War, and it was finally settled a year ago and it was forgotten. .”

Suixun said: “The affairs of the North Korea are too troublesome, I don’t want to get involved in it.”

Suixun also talked about this issue with Duan Mingchong before, but Duan Mingchong looked gentle, but he was stubborn in handling the incident, and he didn’t wait for him to decide directly.

Sui Yan looked at him suspiciously and said, “Really?”

Suixun frowned: “And I have promised Jiangning to go to Jiangnan in the next few years. If there is something important in the DPRK, I will break my promise.”

Sui Yan: “…”

After all, it’s because of Jiang Ning.

Sui Yan said: “After pushing for a year and a half, Sister Jiang Ning shouldn’t blame you.”

Suixun said coldly: “This is not a question of blaming or not, but a promise! Since I allowed her and then broke my promise, how is this different from a perfidious villain?!”

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan didn’t expect his brother to think so much, and said dryly: “Then…what do you want?”

Suixun was also a little irritable, and threw the imperial decree on the couch, saying: “I don’t know, isn’t this thinking of a way?”

Sui Yan shrank while pulling the quilt, and whispered: “Then you think about it slowly, I’ll sleep for a while.”

Sui Xun saw that his face was still sickly, and nodded gently: “Go to sleep, I’ll be here with you for a while.”

Sui Yan nodded.

He closed his eyes and brewed his sleepiness. When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, there was a sudden crackling of firecrackers outside, which directly frightened him awake.

He opened his eyes wearily, pressed his hands on his chest, and said weakly: “Brother…”

Suixun was sitting by the window cutting the hairpin with a knife, and frowned when he heard his cry.

“Begonia?”

Soon, Haitang ran in and said, “Second Young Master, do you have anything to order?”

Suixun said: “Didn’t you tell me not to make noise in the mansion these few days? Who is setting off firecrackers outside, so noisy?”

Haitang said, “Xu is a kid on the street. It’s New Year’s Eve. The long street is full of people, and there are dragon and lion dancers. It’s lively.”

Sui Yan, who was lying on the quilt with only one head exposed, wanted to go out to play but couldn’t move, only showing a look of jealousy.

Suixun put down the half-cut hairpin, holding a small carving knife as if carrying a machete, and went out murderously.

After a while, the sound of firecrackers outside stopped abruptly, and there was no sound for a while.

Sui Yan: “…”

He really couldn’t imagine how his wicked brother took a knife and scolded the bear children to stop playing firecrackers.

Soon, the fierce Suixun came back wrapped in cold air.

He sat back by the window, continued to carve the hairpin, and said to Sui Yan casually: “It’s okay, go to sleep, I’ll let someone guard the street outside, no one will come over.”

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan didn’t know what to say for a while, so she could only dryly said, “Thanks, thank you brother.”

Suixun: “Affectionate, go to sleep.”

Sui Yan shrank into the quilt in a word.

On New Year’s Eve, the sound of firecrackers in the entire capital went from morning to New Year’s Day. There was no sound in the long street outside the Hou Mansion, and only the sound of crackling in the distance was faintly heard.

Sui Yan always gets tired easily during illness, and soon falls asleep.

In the palace, Duan Mingchong drove down from the car, and a palace man bowed over and respectfully said: “Your Majesty, your Majesty sends an order, if you come back, you will go directly to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.”

Duan Mingchong nodded and said, “I will pass alone when I change my clothes. I’m tired of it.”

The palace man was too busy to dare, and exhorted a few more words, then turned and left.

Duan Mingchong went back and changed the medicine for the wound on his arm, and then changed his body into a python robe before he led people toward the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

There was a palace banquet today, and many courtiers arrived early, and Duan Mingchong ran into Duan Zhisu head on before he reached the palace road of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Duan Mingchong has no hatred for Duan Zhisu, but he still has a grudge because Sui Yan was indirectly poisoned by him. He walked forward without changing his face, nodded slightly, and said, “Brother Sanhuang.”

Sternly nodded: “His Royal Highness is well.”

The fact that Ming Chong and Duan Ruwang in the middle of the Chaos are fighting against each other can see it. The two are not helping each other on the face of Duan Su Ming, but no one knows what he is secretly planning, and since Duan Xichen’s death, he has changed. He got even more fascinating. Sometimes he didn’t even go up to the court and became sick all day long.

As long as Duan Zhisu doesn’t provoke himself, Duan Mingchong will not treat him harshly, but if Duan Zhisu really doesn’t know the situation, according to the current temperament of Duan Mingchong, I am afraid that he will not be merciful.

The two met indifferently, Duan Mingchong was about to move forward, but Duan Zhisu stopped him with some hesitation.

“His Royal Highness.”

Duan Mingchong stopped and turned his head to look at him: “What’s the matter?”

Duan Zhisu called Duan Mingchong to regret it again. After struggling for a while, he whispered softly: “Forgetting to return, is it okay?”

Duan Mingchong frowned slightly.

Xu was the first sentence to ask, and Duan Zhisu’s speech became much smoother: “I heard that he is seriously ill these days, now…is he better?”

Duan Ming Chong said indifferently: “It’s getting better, thank you Brother Sanhuang for worrying.”

Duanzhi was stunned for a moment, and there was a strange feeling in my heart—just like Duan Mingchong hugged Sui Yan in his arms in a hunting ground outside the city a few days ago, and he said when he handed his clothes back. Thank you for no reason.

Duan Zhisu glanced at Duan Mingchong, as if he had figured out something between the sparks and flint, his pupils shrank sharply, and looked at him in a little astonishment.

At that time, Song Xian’s words echoed in his ears: “Why do I look at these two people so weird?”

“you……”

Duan Zhisu’s lips trembled slightly, and he was about to speak, when he saw Duan Mingchong turned to the side and said, “Brother Erhuang.”

Duan Ruwang didn’t know when he arrived. She wore a dark green brocade robe and looked at the two with a smile, not knowing what she was thinking.

“Prince, stubborn, cold weather, what important things are you talking about here?”

Duan Zhisu swallowed back what was about to blurt out, and bowed his head slightly: “Brother Erhuang.”

Duan Ming Chong’s sleeves hung down to cover his tightly held hands, his face still looked easy-going and elegant: “It’s nothing, just a few words of greeting.”

Duan Ruwang didn’t know if he believed it or not, and looked at Duan Zhisu with interest, as if thinking about how to pull in this third emperor’s brother, who was blind to the outside world.

It can be said that it is extremely hard to talk about the muddy mud and the muddy water, as expected.

The three of them entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony back and forth. Duan Mingchong did not care about the others, and was led to sit in a seat by himself.

A palace man stood behind him with a low eyebrow pleasingly to his right, holding a wine cup in his hand.

After Duan Mingchong sat down, he casually exchanged a few words with the minister beside him, then turned his head slightly to look at the palace man, and said lightly: “Are you new to the Hall of Supreme Harmony? Gu seems to have never seen you.”

The palace man shook, and said nerdy: “If you return to His Royal Highness, the slave was only transferred to serve in the Hall of Supreme Harmony a few days ago.”

Duan Mingchong chuckled softly: “Really?”

After speaking, he stopped talking.

The palace man-Wu Mo secretly gritted his teeth, and said that the not long-eyed Lord Hou wanted me to protect the prince. The entire East Palace couldn’t even fly out of a fly, so I needed to protect it. I really had nothing to do when I was full.

Having said that, he still took pains to change various identities and ran around the palace cautiously, lest the prince would be killed inadvertently, and it would be strange that Yan didn’t fight him desperately at that time.

Wumo lowered his head, and looked at Duan Mingchong, who was drinking gracefully, after thinking about it, still can’t think of this seemingly shrewd prince really as weak as Sui Yan said?

He began to suspect that what Sui Yan said was the same as the prince he saw now.

Just as he was thinking about it, the emperor had been helped to sit on the dragon chair, and then everyone knelt down and shouted long live.

After night fell, Sui Yan was sitting on the soft couch in front of the window lattice with a thick cloak in the courtyard of the Hou Mansion, and looked up at the dark sky outside.

Because Sui Yan was ill, the Mansion on New Year’s Eve was not too public and lively. He just arbitrarily set up a banquet and ate it hastily.

Suixun is not open for months, so naturally he won’t go to Zhang Luo where others don’t. Even firecrackers and fireworks are not allowed to be set off by the people in the house.

Haitang originally wanted to set off fireworks enthusiastically, but Suixun was so ordered to put it away unwillingly, and obediently decocted the medicine.

On New Year’s Eve, Jun Jingxing went back to Yin Mansion to celebrate the New Year with Yin Shenqiu, and Suixun was the only person in the courtyard to accompany Sui Yan.

Sui Xun can only kill the enemy with a sword in his hand. It is very difficult to take a small carving knife. He has been with him in Sui Yan’s courtyard all day, while frowning and carving mahogany hairpins. The mahogany is ruined. Few, but a decent hairpin has not been carved.

Suixun shook off the sawdust from his clothes, took out another piece of mahogany, and planned to re-carve it.

Without looking up, he said, “Don’t be in the wind for too long, and want to get sick again, right?”

Sui Yan put his hands on the window lattice, and there was a burning charcoal basin beside him. He didn’t feel too cold. He said, “Wait.”

Only then did Suixun raised his head and frowned, “What are you waiting for?”

Sui Yan didn’t answer. Just when Suixun wanted to stand up and scold him for lying down, there was a scream from the dark sky, and then bursts of fireworks rose into the air, bursting into flames suddenly.

Year-old Yan’s eyes curled up and said, “Wait for the fireworks.”

Suixun couldn’t understand his interest, so he stepped forward unselfishly and said, “Claws.”

Sui Yan immediately retracted his hand, Sui Xun closed the window abruptly and said, “Go lie down and sleep.”

Sui Yan curled his lips and said, “Brother is so boring.”

Suixun admitted: “I know, you don’t need to say.”

As he talked, he took Sui Yan back to the couch, pulled the quilt, and said: “You don’t have to keep the year old this year. You have to rest early. There will be many people in the palace tomorrow morning, and it may be a little noisy.”

Sui Yan leaned on the pillow and said, “I have slept too much these days, and I am not drowsy now.”

Suixun said, “Let me ask if the medicine is ready for the decoction of Begonia?”

Sui Yan: “…”

“Well, well, I’ll go to bed now! I’ll go to bed right away.”

He reluctantly shrank into the quilt, thought for a while, and stuck his head out: “Brother, when are you going back?”

Suixun: “Waiting for you to fall asleep.”

Sui Yan let out an “Oh”, and after tossing in the quilt for a long time, he still felt nothing sleepy.

After a while, Suixun stepped forward and lifted a little quilt, and said ruthlessly: “It’s just right to be unable to sleep. If the medicine is ready, you can go to bed after drinking.”

Sui Yan immediately closed his eyes and pretended to die.

But still to no avail, Suixun forcibly fed half a bowl of medicine, and his face turned green.

Suixun took the medicine bowl away and said, “Go to sleep.”

No matter where Sui Yan still had the strength to struggle, he glared at him angrily before shrinking into the quilt.

I don’t know if it was due to the onset of the drug’s effects, the drowsiness quickly hit, and I fell asleep after a while.

Sui Yan thought that it would be the New Year when he woke up, but he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.

He opened his eyes vaguely, looked out through the layers of bed curtains, and saw a figure lighting a lamp by the table in a daze.

Sui Yan stared, “Brother?”

The people outside were taken aback, only then moved towards him.

Sui Yan said again: “See you on the moon, are you back?”

The man walked to the couch and gently lifted the curtain of the bed, revealing the handsome face of Duan Mingchong.

Sui Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he became sober.

Duan Mingchong looked at him with a smile, and said, “Who did you call just now?”

When Sui Yan saw Duan Mingchong, Sui Yan still remembered what Yuejian’s surname was. His face was full of joy, and he opened his hand toward Duan Mingchong, his eyes bowed: “Your Highness!”

When Duan Mingchong saw him so happy, he didn’t care about just calling him the wrong person.

He stepped forward, gently grabbed Sui Yan’s hand, and sat down on the couch.

Sui Yan was very curious and said: “Didn’t Your Highness say that the day will come again?”

Duan Mingchong gave a chuckle, put a finger on Sui Yan’s lips, and said, “Shhh.”

Sui Yan closed his mouth, breathed lightly and waited for Duan Mingchong to speak.

Unexpectedly, Duan Mingchong did not speak immediately, but seemed to be waiting for something.

After a short while, Wan Lai was in silence, and there was the sound of the New Year’s Eve bell in the capital on New Year’s Eve.

Candlelight slanted into the curtain of the bed, and half of Duan Mingchong’s face was illuminated softly and warmly.

Sui Yan looked at him blankly.

Duan Mingchong listened to the ringing of the bell before chuckling lightly, “Tomorrow is here, I’m here.”