Chapter 16 survival

+++

date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 16 survival"

weight="135049"

series = ["Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)"]

mode = "manual"

+++

A moment later, Yan was rushed back to Hou's house.

It often takes an hour for the stigma to slowly poison his throat, but it was only three-quarters of an hour from the third prince's house to the Hou's house. Yan felt dizzy in front of him and nearly fell on the snow when he jumped out of the carriage.

Haitang was changing lanterns outside. Seeing him coming back, he hurried forward to meet him in surprise: "young master, why did you come back so early?"

Year old Yan was only wearing a wide sleeved jacket, and his body became thinner. The wind and snow chill went in along his sleeve. He didn't know whether it was cold or something else. He was shaking all over, shook his head slowly, and said in a dumb voice, "it's all right."

Seeing that his face was wrong, Haitang was trying to help him, but Yan waved away his hand.

"Young master?"

Yan Chui Mou walked to his yard: "you don't have to follow."

What else does Begonia have to say? Sui Yan has quickly walked into the red plum forest leading to the yard. A gust of wind and snow came and disappeared.

The snow in Meilin had accumulated to the point where he was ankle deep, and Yan was panting slightly and staggered to it.

In a trance, his face was suddenly scratched by a plum blossom. He hid a few steps aside. His feet were unstable and rushed to the ground.

Without his cloak, he was thin and planted in the snow. He sat up slowly with his hands on the snow and stared at a jade pendant falling out of his sleeve.

——It was his birthday present to Duan Zhisu.

In his previous life, he also prepared the same jade pendant, but he didn't send it out because of the murder of Duan mingchong on the way. This life was meant to make up for this regret, but he didn't want to be the biggest joke at this time.

The older Yan looked, the more he felt ridiculous and sad.

The pattern of the jade pendant was painted by him before he was reborn. The owner of the jade shop said that the pattern of the jade pendant is often magpie, goldfish, evergreen, osmanthus and peony. What is the meaning of carving.

The year-old forgot to return and felt that the pattern was too monotonous, so he thought of painting several festive flowers, which were directly painted into four dissimilarities, but at least they were carved out.

But the next time he went to the jade shop, the boss said nothing and refused to receive him again, which once made him forget to return. It was very difficult to understand.

Year old Yan stared blankly at the jade pendant on the snow, then seemed to be stunned, clenched his fist and hit it hard.

With a dull bang, the jade pendant was smashed into the snow by him. It was not broken at the first time. Sui Yan knelt on the ground and smashed it twice again.

The jade pendant cracked and broke into several pieces. The broken jade cut his blue cold hand bloody.

Yan Mou Zi looked at the broken jade pendant absently and thought, "how on earth do I... Live myself into a joke?"

When he drank the wine, Song Xian and Duan looked solemn. He saw it clearly, but the clearer he saw, the more sad he felt.

Yan's first reaction was: "ah, they all know."

Only I don't know.

After the loss, the uncontrollable collapse completely hit.

Year old Yan didn't understand why Duan Zhisu and Duan Ruwang killed Duan mingchong on such an occasion. Duan mingchong died at his birthday banquet. Rao had countless reasons, and he must be the first one who couldn't escape the relationship.

Duan Zhisu is not stupid to survive in the court for many years. Why did he do that?

If Yan, who had lived in the past, had been aware of this, he would have first considered the overall situation for Duan zhusu.

But now, he didn't want to think about anything, didn't want to see the two people's dignified look, and didn't even want to stay at the puking banquet for a quarter of an hour.

Year old Yan covered his mouth and collapsed like a cracked snow mountain, smashing all the right he insisted on in his previous life and this life, leaving only a residue on the ground.

I can't even pick it up.

He was desperate and wronged. He wanted to laugh and cry, but his lips couldn't laugh. His eyes were sour but couldn't drop a tear. Only bursts of dull pain hit his heart and made him tremble with pain.

Yan fan stared back at his previous life. He abandoned his shame and dignity and calculated in the court for so many years. He turned himself into a sinister and vicious villain who sometimes hated himself. He just wanted to avenge the end of his obsession, but did not believe in ghosts and gods. After he lived a new life, he suddenly realized that all he insisted on in his previous life was in vain, or even... He was just involved in a scam.

It's ridiculous.

"Is there anyone more stupid than me at the end of the day?" The old Yan murmured and replied, "there must be none."

Yan knelt down in the snow for a moment, and the frenzy in his eyes gradually dispersed.

"I can't die yet." He staggered and stood up with the plum tree on one side. His eyes were distracted and murmured, "I live again, not to let myself die like this."

After taking a bath, Jun Jingxing read medical books under the lamp. In the silence of the snowy night, there was a faint knock on the door. His eyebrows wrinkled and he went to open the door in his outer shirt.

Just after the door was opened, Jun Jingxing didn't react. A man fell straight towards him. He instinctively helped him and was stunned to find that it was Sui Yan covered with wind and snow.

Year old Yan clung to Jun Jingxing's sleeve, reluctantly opened his eyes and said intermittently: "poison... You can solve..."

Before he finished, he spit out blood.

Jun Jingxing was startled and hurriedly carried him to the house.

Year old Yan has been holding his arm, so Kung Fu has been out of his mind: "see you on the moon..."

Jun Jingxing looked at him. He couldn't stop spitting blood. He was almost scared crazy. He took Yan Yan's snow soaked clothes directly, stuffed him into a warm quilt and said hurriedly: "what's going on? Are you poisoned? "

He was about to call someone, but Yan grabbed him. Even though his throat was stinging, he told him weakly: "don't tell others..."

After struggling to finish this sentence, Yan felt that he was really cheap. At this time, he was still thinking about Duan Zhisu.

"You deserve to die when you forget to return." Yan Xin thought.

Soon, the stigma began to poison his hair, and the cold and heat swept through his body, burning his whole body into a stupor, so painful that he couldn't wait to turn over to his bed.

Ah, by the way.

Before falling into chaos, Yan suddenly remembered what Duan Zhisu said to him.

He said, "forget, will you believe me?"

Duan zhusu's eyes were distracted and looked at him in a daze. He looked weak and desperate.

The young man forgot to return when he was old. He had never seen Duan Zhisu like this. He couldn't control anything immediately and nodded heavily.

"Of course I believe you."

Of course

Believe you.

And what are you doing with my trust?

It snowed for several days. On New Year's Eve, the ice on the eaves was solid, and the snow on the roof was melted by the sun, dripping slowly along the crystal clear ice.

Early in the morning, he tied his cloak to his shoulder, straightened his collar, frowned, and turned back and said, "haven't you woke up yet?"

Begonia was worried: "yes, doctor Jun said that when the young master came back that night, the cold came into his body. It would be better for a while and a half. He needs careful care for a few days to wake up."

After Duan Zhisu's birthday banquet, Sui Pei has been busy with new year's affairs in the army. He came back today on New Year's Eve. He originally wanted to take Sui Yan into the palace, but he didn't want to be told that Sui Yan was still ill.

The old man waved Begonia to tidy up his waist seal and said, "why didn't anyone tell me that he was so ill? Let the driver wait first and I'll see him."

Begonia quickly said yes.

Sui Pei quickly walked to the yard of Sui Yan in the East. Before entering the door, he smelled a smell of medicine mixed with blood. He pushed the door and entered, but he bumped into a man face-to-face.

Jun Jingxing stepped back a few steps and saw that it was Sui Pei who quickly saluted.

Knowing that Yan had found a doctor in the Jianghu to stay at home, he didn't care. He looked down at Jun Jingxing's handkerchief with blood stains. His eyes were cold and said, "didn't he say he was ill? How can you bleed? "

Jun Jingxing hurriedly said, "it's just the congestion that comes out. It's not in the way."

He stared at him with a look at a quack.

Jun Jingxing hurriedly carried the basin down to get new water.

Sui Yu didn't pay attention to him anymore. He thought that he would invite a doctor to see Sui Yan when he entered the palace today. He thought and walked to the couch in the inner room. He saw the pale face of Sui Yan on the bed and was surprised.

Just a few days after his illness, Yan almost lost his face. He frowned and pillowed on the soft pillow. His face was pale, but his lips were unnaturally red.

She sat gently on the edge of the bed, touched Yan's forehead with her hand, and whispered, "forget to return?"

Yan murmured a groan, his lips moved slightly, and he didn't know what he was talking about in his sleep.

At this time, Jun Jingxing hit hot water and came in from the outside. He looked at Sui Yu with a smile.

She frowned, soaked her veil in hot water, gently wiped the cold sweat on Yan's forehead and asked, "when can he wake up?"

Jun Jingxing thought and said, "in two days."

"Two days..." the old man rubbed his eyebrows, a little irritable, "can you be faster?"

Jun Jingxing seems to want to roll his eyes. He thinks your brother is not an ordinary disease. He is poisoned. It is a blessing for his ancestors to save a life. Do you want to hurry up? Hurry up. I can do it.

But before going to bed, Yan Hun told him not to tell others. Jun Jingxing rarely heard what he said. People have been visiting the Marquis house these days, and he pouted back with cold.

It was getting late. Sui Pei was in a hurry to enter the palace and didn't wait much. He told Jun Jingxing a few words before he left with worry.

Today is new year's Eve and a winter festival.

On New Year's Eve, dew offerings were built in the palace, red candles were set up on the altar, and sky lanterns were hung in the southwest. After Chenshi, the emperor ascended the altar and the crown prince was on the side, burning Zhu Banzhu Wen and praying for auspicious snow and bumper Valley in the coming year.

With all the civil and military officials watching the emperor on the altar offering incense and worshipping for his ancestors, Sui Pei was worried about Yan's illness. It was inevitable that he was unable to do what he wanted.

As he worshipped the emperor and God, he absently took a half step wrong. Duan mingchong, who had just come down from the altar, looked at him strangely, and finally whispered, "general, return to your throne."

Only then did Sui Hui regain consciousness, frowned and returned to his seat and knelt down.

He was a little absent-minded throughout the whole journey. Even Duan Zhisu, who was far away, saw it. When the Taihe bell rang, he couldn't help but say to Song Xian: "is forgetting to return still ill?"

Song Xian whispered, "Your Highness, keep quiet during sacrifice."

Duan Zhisu had to sit back again.

The tedious sacrificial ceremony lasted for most of the day until noon.

Sui Pei was in a hurry to go back to see Sui Yan. After talking to several colleagues, he quickly walked outside the palace.

Duan Zhisu suddenly stopped him when he came out of Chengan gate.

When she saw him, she saluted him.

Duan Zhisu seemed a little embarrassed and said, "are you ill these days? Today's heaven worship ceremony has not yet arrived. "

"Yes, maybe I forgot to wear thick clothes and suffered some cold when I returned to the house that day. The doctor said it was no big problem. I can wake up in a few days."

Duan Zhisu finally breathed a sigh of relief and reluctantly smiled, "that's good. I'll see him in a few days."

The year-old gave a "um" and left.

Song Xian came up from behind, looked at her hurried steps, frowned and said, "what's the matter?"

Duan Zhisu said, "it's just cold."

Song Xian stopped talking.

The two walked side by side on the way back to the house. On the way, Song Xian suddenly couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, what do you think is the reason for forgetting to return to the old age to drink that glass of wine for the crown prince? As far as I know, he doesn't seem to have any friendship with the prince. Do you think he may know something? "

Duan zhusu was stunned.

Song Xian said, "you and I know what's mixed in the wine. Although we don't know what deadly poison, we forget to return according to the age..."

Duan Zhisu whispered, "shut up."

Song Xian shut his mouth, but his anger remained in his eyes.

Duan Zhisu took a deep breath and said, "I didn't think well about it. I'll go to see him in a few days and explain the matter to him clearly. You, don't talk nonsense in front of him, forget to return, look smart, but your mind is very heavy. If you say a wrong word, you don't necessarily want to annoy his heart. "