Chapter 24 boring

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date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 24 boring"

weight="135065"

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

mode = "manual"

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The carriage stopped at the gate of the old Marquis an's house, and the attendant had put down the horse stool.

Yan nodded and saluted Duan mingchong. When he was about to go down, he was suddenly stopped by Duan mingchong.

Year old Yan: "Your Highness?"

Duan mingchong's ears were hot. He opened a seam in Yan's cloak, pulled out a sachet embroidered with Begonia flowers from his sleeve, and personally tied it to Yan's waist.

"There is a peace talisman given by master gengxue. It says it can dispel evil spirits and ensure peace and health. Take it with you and don't leave it at all times." Duan mingchong's fingers are slender and slender. He flips the red rope of the sachet up and down and ties it with Peiyu at his waist. His eyes droop and say in a soft voice, "the general will leave tomorrow. Your body is so bad. I don't know if my father will let you go to court."

Yan Chui looked at Duan mingchong's side face and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"But it's better not to listen to politics. The heavy snow has been falling this year. The snow disaster is serious in many parts of Jiangbei. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty are arguing about this and don't know how to do practical things. They are very annoyed."

Duan mingchong hung the peace symbol carelessly, then straightened up. When he saw that Yan was staring at him, his eyes bent and said with a smile, "what's the matter?"

Yan blinked and whispered, "Your Highness, is there anything important on the Lantern Festival?"

Duan mingchong thought: "the Lantern Festival may need to deal with political affairs with his father in the daytime, but nothing in the evening."

Year old Yan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be calm: "I... I heard that every year there will be a lantern night market in Town God's Temple's front street. It's very busy. Can your Highness enjoy the face to see it?"

Duan mingchong was stunned and looked at him strangely.

Yan Gan coughed for fear that Duan mingchong might see his wolf ambition. He bluffed and said, "Dian, your highness, what's wrong with forgetting to return?"

Duan mingchong smiled lightly and said, "I guess it's true. You're used to having fun for yourself."

He was gratified and regretted that if he had known Sui Yan when he was young, he might not have grown into such a boring temperament.

And I knew that Sui Yan was so close. I should let people find some playbooks to have a look. It's not political to talk to him. Even I feel monotonous, not to mention the playful Sui Yan.

Yan blinked, wondering whether Duan mingchong was praising himself or scolding himself.

"Your Highness?"

Duan mingchong nodded and said, "OK, as long as you don't think I'm boring."

Yan smiled and said, "Your Highness, where will it be boring?"

Duan mingchong was stunned and his ears suddenly turned red.

Year old Yan didn't realize it. Tongduan mingchong made another salute and jumped out of the carriage with joy.

Duan mingchong hurriedly lifted the curtain and looked down.

Yan stood under the lantern outside Hou's house and waved to him with his eyes bent: "Your Highness, don't forget the Lantern Festival."

Duan mingchong was suddenly in a trance.

The young man rolled his Fur Trimmed cloak, and half of his shoulder fell off because of the action of getting off the bus, revealing the purple robe inside. The Begonia flowers embroidered with gold thread on his left shoulder set off his beautiful face, and the whole person looked at him

Just like the same light.

Duan mingchong was shaken. He didn't react until the carriage shook and left. He shook his hand out of the window.

The carriage had already left. Duan mingchong looked blankly at the houses passing by outside and whispered, "I won't forget."

As long as you don't forget, I won't forget.

Yan Yan, the year-old at the door of Hou's house, saw that the carriage turned a corner and disappeared at the end of the street. He took back his sight. He put the cloak hanging on his arm to his shoulder and jumped back to Hou's house in a good mood.

On the way, he suddenly felt a little pretentious. He carefully calculated that he was a person who had lived for 20 years. How could he ask someone to see a lantern like a girl with spring love.

At the age of 18, Yan made his walking posture a little more human, took a few steps, some reluctantly covered his forehead and said to himself, "Mom, I'm really happy."

In the last life, he calculated carefully and had no time to care about the love of men and women. The emperor once wanted to marry him. At that time, he directly refused. What was the reason?

Yan jumped down from the steps and couldn't help laughing. He remembered

At that time, when Beilan emperor privately asked him whether he had intention or not to the direct daughter of the Minister of rites, Yan Yan didn't change his face and just said to think about it and give an answer.

But the next day, he dragged the moon into the palace with a blank face. He knelt down with a puff and asked Beilan emperor to allow him to marry the moon to see the door.

Beilan Emperor: "

See you every month: "???"

Beilan emperor was almost angry with him, scolded him, and punished him for thinking at home for two months.

Year old Yan didn't care at all. He happily took Yuejian back to his house. That night, he was going to the mountain villa outside the city for summer vacation.

Tsukimi went into the palace with him in a muddle and came back with a blank face. He looked at Sui Yan coughing and packing up his things. There was a slight light in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment and then tried to say, "Lord, what you said in the palace..."

Yan was heartless and heartless and said, "it's all cheating him. I can't afford to marry the legitimate daughter of the Minister of rites. Don't you find yourself a nail in the eye. Leave them alone and fool the past - alas, where's my little box with sugar? Do you see it?"

Yan turned his back to the moon and didn't see the disappointment and gloom in the moon's eyes.

Without hearing the answer, Yan turned back and said, "see you in the month?"

Tsukimi barely raised a smile and flipped around on the table: "I... I saw it yesterday. I'll probably put it here. You look for it... I'll go and see if the medicine is ready..."

Then, without waiting for the old Yan to answer, he staggered and walked out quickly, and there was no trace.

Yan didn't know why, so he had to turn it himself.

Yan recalled the bastards he had done before. He couldn't help smiling and bent his eyes. He thought that if the emperor planned to marry me again in this life, I would directly say that I loved the crown prince and see how they would react.

The older Yan thought, the more he felt happy. He almost jumped to the front hall of the inner yard. Before entering the door, Li Zhao greeted him with a bitter face and whispered, "young master, you are finally back. Young master song has been waiting for a long time."

Yan's face suddenly sank.

He turned and wanted to go: "just say I'm not here and let him go."

Li Zhao: "Hey, young master..."

Before Yan took two steps, a young man in an ink shirt came out of the front hall. Song Xian looked at him with a mean smile and said in a loud voice, "young Marquis, you and my classmates have a fight. Even if you choose another Ming Lord, you don't have to be half merciful. You won't even see me?"

Yan took a deep breath and said, "I have nothing to say to you."

He was about to leave. Song Xian was completely annoyed by his posture. He walked quickly, grabbed his hand, forcibly pulled him, and said angrily, "forget to return at the age of ten! Third, your highness, what's wrong with you? Are you going to make this happen? I didn't tell you about the banquet. Are you still a child? You have to put on such a big airs about this shit?! "

Yan was pinched by him and his wrist hurt. He worked hard and couldn't get rid of it.

Song Xian: "you talk!"

Yan turned back, looked at him coldly and said, "little thing? Is it a big deal that I was poisoned by you? "

Song Xian looked at him incredulously, "what are you talking about?! How could we harm you? "

In fact, what song Xian said is right. It's just a trivial matter. If he doesn't have the memory of the previous world, he may expose it lightly, continue to be his little fool and try his best to support Duan zhusu.

But he's not.

All kinds of hardships suffered by Yan Shangyi were caused by this small thing. He was mentally strong without direct collapse at that time. It was impossible for him to mix with Duan zhusu and Song Xian as if nothing had happened.

Song Xian held Yan Yan's thin hand. Then he realized that he was terrible and suddenly released his hand.

Song Xian was a rude man who said what he wanted. He did everything at his heart and loved to be impulsive. His anger came and went quickly. Looking at the unstable appearance of Sui Yan's station, he was stunned for a while and said, "I... I didn't mean it. I was just mad and forgot to return..."

Yan sneered.

Song Xian took a deep breath and tried to sober himself up: "I heard that his highness three came to the sui'an Marquis house regardless of the wind and snow last night and didn't return to the house until midnight. The whole person was a little confused and had a high fever this morning..."

Year old Yan rubbed his eyebrows. Why?

Seeing that Sui Yan was still in a hurry, Song Xian said, "forget to return. I didn't want to be angry with you. I just heard that you went out with the crown prince, so I was in a hurry..."

Yan was almost laughed angrily. "Do you mean it's wrong for me to go out with the crown prince? What's the matter with you when I'm with the crown prince, or do I forget to return when I'm old and have the brand of your three princes on my body? What's the matter? Do you mind me about this? "

Song Xian was patient and said a few good words. He was directly rebuffed by old Yan. He wouldn't deceive people. He frowned when he heard the speech: "I didn't say that. Don't misinterpret my meaning."

Yan said, "that's what you mean. Where did I misinterpret it? Just now you have the face to say that I am a child, song Chonghui. Ask yourself, who is more like a child?! "

Song Xian said, "don't yell at me! I'm talking to you seriously! "

Yan's voice was louder than him: "you're yelling at me! Cough... "

He was so angry that he covered his chest and coughed. Song Xian was about to retort, but he couldn't bear to see him sick, so he had to shut up.

Year old Yan coughed for a long time, and his tears were about to cough out. He barely stared at him. He was angry as if he said, "who roared who, don't you count in your heart?"

Song Xian: "do you still want to quarrel?"

Yan was about to speak. Yu Guang seemed to see something. He was stunned. Then he blinked gently. The tears he had just coughed were blinked by him and fell down his pale face.

Song Xian: "

Year old Yan frowned slightly and restrained his arrogant and domineering appearance just now. Even his voice was much softer. He was angry and covered his chest. Tears rustled down: "can't you tell me something? Why are you yelling at me?"

Song Xian: "

Song Xian frowned and said, "what nonsense are you talking about? I'm not good enough to tell you. You made trouble for nothing first. I think you know more than me. His highness Tong San said that he doesn't believe me and has been shielding you. I don't know what he's fascinated by you..."

Year old Yan cried even more: "it's really not my fault. Don't be cruel to me anymore. My heart hurts..."

Song Xian's anger had dissipated quickly. He was stunned. He was dazed by the sudden change of face of Yan, and tried to come forward to help him: "ah? My chest hurts, i... I hold you... "

Yan is still crying.

Song Xian was about to help him forward when a cold voice came behind him.

"Don't bother Mr. Song."

Song Xian was stiff and looked back in amazement.

He didn't know when he would come back. He was dressed in black hunting clothes and wore a cloak dragging the ground on his shoulders. He looked heroic and dignified.

The little childe in Beijing is not afraid to make trouble wantonly all day, but he is very afraid of this young general, who has been on the battlefield for several times. Everyone sees him like a mouse sees a cat and runs away quickly.

Song Xian was no exception. He didn't dare to come and play with him when he was at home.

At this time, the year-old general who could cure children's crying looked very ugly, and his eyes stared at him coldly and fiercely.

Song Xian: "

Year old Yan seemed to have found the harbor. With a sob, he rushed over, directly hugged year old's waist and sobbed, "brother, brother, you're finally back."

Song Xianna said: "year old, year old general..."

"I don't know where my brother annoyed the young master. He forgot to return. He's weak. You can tell me."

When song xianguan saw that he wanted to eat people, his legs were soft. He dared not say anything to him for a moment.

Year old Yan hugged year old Yu's waist and sobbed in a low voice: "brother, brother, don't blame Chonghui. It's, it's the fault of forgetting to return..."

As he spoke, his body trembled even more, as if he had been forced to admit his mistake.

The old man's eyes were even more terrible.

Song Xian: "

The author has something to say: Song Xian: MMP!! Forget to return at the age of! Did you hear that? mmp！！！