Chapter 31 disturbance

+++

date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 31 disturbance"

weight="135079"

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

mode = "manual"

+++

"Old man from the Marquis of an? Are you sure? "

The dark guard said, "the man has a special identity and is deeply hidden. I couldn't find out his details, but... When my subordinates went to the old Marquis's house with the hall, I saw the man appear in the little Marquis's side yard in the dark."

Duan mingchong frowned more tightly.

Dark guard hurriedly said: "although it's only a distant one-sided relationship, my subordinates will never admit it wrong."

Duan mingchong looked sideways at Sui Yan, who was happily eating pine nuts with his back to him. It was rare to fall into silence.

The dark guard carefully said, "Your Highness, little Marquis, he..."

Duan mingchong shook his head: "there's something strange about this. Take someone to quietly suppress it. Don't make a big deal."

The dark guard hesitated and said, "but your highness, if your highness five is really... It will be good for you..."

Duan mingchong suddenly sank: "do you mean to be alone and not save his own brother?"

Dark Wei quickly knelt down: "subordinates dare not."

Xu Shiduan mingchong's voice was too loud, and Yan looked back at them vaguely.

Duan mingchong rubbed his eyebrows, restrained his anger, waved his hand and said, "go, do it clean, don't involve sui'an Hou's house."

The dark guard took orders and left.

Duan mingchong took a deep breath and then went back.

Yan was eating happily with a pile of pine nuts in his hand. He blinked at Duan mingchong and said, "what's the matter?"

Duan mingchong said, "a little thing."

When Yan Chao looked behind him, he didn't see the shadow of the dark guard. He whispered, "your dark guard is not sensible at all. Change him quickly."

Duan mingchong said, "scared you again?"

"Every time I come over to talk when others are doing business, I don't have any eyesight," Yan said discontentedly

Is it your business to play with Duanming Chongxin?

Knowing that this question would get a "yes", Duan mingchong didn't bother. He smiled and said, "OK, go back and change him."

At the age of 18, Yan smiled happily, holding a pine nut and said, "have a taste?"

Duan mingchong hesitated: "things outside..."

Seeing that he moved out of the story that the things outside were not clean, Yan curled his lips and winked at him: "I just peeled them myself. I'll try one. It's delicious."

Duan mingchong looked down and found that the hearts of Yan's palms were all peeled pine nuts. His eyes swept to Yan's reddish fingertips. He immediately softened his heart, reached out and pinched two and sipped them into his mouth.

Yan Xianbao looked at him: "is it delicious?"

Duan mingchong nodded softly, "HMM."

As they were talking, there was a sudden explosion in their ears.

As soon as Yan looked up, he saw a huge fireworks rising into the air and exploding, and the broken light crackled and went out in the air.

Yan pushed him: "the fireworks have begun!"

It was the first time Duan mingchong had seen fireworks in such a close distance. The dark sky was illuminated by the sparks that suddenly exploded. When the light did not disappear, more fireworks would burst into the sky and continue to explode.

He looked up at more and more broken fires constantly bursting into the sky and suddenly thought: "in the play book, it seems to say that only people who are happy with each other will meet to watch fireworks."

"Ah Yan, he... Know?"

The prince's Highness has a strong thirst for knowledge. Just when he wanted to pat old Yan, he asked, but he remembered the Oolong who had put the lantern before, and immediately retracted his hand.

"The content of the play book is deceptive, and 80% of it is also false." Duan Ming Chongxin thought, "I'd better go back and burn it."

Fireworks soared into the sky, gorgeous, but fleeting and terrible.

Jun Jingxing, dressed in a green shirt, stood alone on the Bank of the Minghe River, slightly raised his head and looked at the fireworks in the sky. I don't know what he thought, he suddenly hooked his lips and smiled.

"I didn't intend to do it myself. You came here smelling the smell. It's really......" he looked down slightly and smiled like flowers. He just wanted to be kicked into the glacier.

The dog's dark guard, who was satirized by him openly and secretly, walked out of the darkness without expression and opened the door to the mountain: "it's a great crime to kill the prince. Aren't you afraid of death without a whole body?"

Jun Jingxing heard this sentence as if he had heard a big joke. He suddenly raised his hand and held his forehead. His shoulder smiled and trembled slightly, and the laughter overflowed from his throat.

He chuckled and put his hand down. His eyes were slightly red and slightly curved, with some tears at the end of his eyes.

"Nine families?" Jun Jingxing gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and hung his wide sleeves, which made his waist more slim. He smiled and asked, "where is it?"

Dark Wei looked at him coldly. Several people in black flashed again in the dark and gradually approached him.

Jun Jingxing didn't seem to notice. He turned and faced the bright river full of frost and snow. He looked up and continued to look at the sky full of gorgeous fire. He sighed gently and said softly, "human life is like a tree and flower, with one branch and one pedicle, falling with the wind and falling with the rain."

Jun Jingxing's voice was clear and clear. This sentence was whispered by him, just like singing a tune, which became more and more desolate and sad.

He was alone, full of cold wind, but behind him was like the prosperity when the gorgeous fireworks exploded.

"Duanxi morning is hateful. I can't wait to cut him in my dream, but..." Jun Jingxing's long hair was blown up by the wind. He raised his hand and stroked it gently, with a light and soft voice.

"... who told you I would do it myself?"

The fireworks on the Lantern Festival will be set off for a quarter of an hour. People in the long street stop and stand up, look up at the sky burst by the fireworks, and talk with assurance. The human voice is drowned in the deafening crackle.

Duanxi Chen stood in front of the side street with a small stove without charcoal in his hand, slightly looked up at the fireworks, and his face became gentle like a painted smile.

People came and went around the street. From time to time, several children ran past him with paper windmills cheering.

Duanxi morning unconsciously stroked the pattern on the small hand stove with his fingers. A servant walked forward slowly and whispered, "Your Highness, it's time to go back."

Duanxi morning narrowed his eyes and looked at the less and less fireworks in the sky. He whispered, "don't worry."

The Chamberlain dared not meddle in his affairs and bowed down.

The fireworks were about to end, and it was time for the curfew. Groups of people poured into the side street from the main street and left laughing and talking.

Duanxi morning still did not move, still looked up at the sky with only one fireworks blooming one after another.

Several children ran past him with a paper windmill in their hands. A little girl fell behind and gasped at them, "wait for me!"

The children made faces at her: "we'll wait for you if you catch up!"

The little girl's tears were so angry that she could not see the way. She stamped her feet and directly staggered to the side of Duanxi morning.

"Brother! Wait for me! "

The attendant on one side was surprised and hurried to stop. Duanxi Chen took back his sight and looked at her. Unexpectedly, he was not angry. A look of interest flashed in his eyes.

Duanxi Chen is a high-ranking and powerful man, who is very favored by the emperor. don't know if he has been used to lawlessness since childhood, and his temperament is extremely strange.

He likes to drink and play with power. don't know what his quirks are. He loves young and beautiful children for ten minutes. Sometimes he sees someone who can get into the eye in the street, and he will let someone get him back to his house.

The attendant followed him for several years and helped him do some abduction. At this time, he seemed to be interested in the child. His eyes darkened and his action to stop came to a sudden stop.

The little girl stumbled and bumped into Duanxi Chen's arms.

The little girl was startled. She looked up at him with tears. She was probably frightened. Her tears rustled down and said, "brother... Brother..."

The pupil of Duanxi morning shrinks.

He was slender, and his cloak hung down, blocking half of the little girl's body.

The attendants on one side seemed to feel wrong. They were about to come forward when a group of spectators carrying lanterns suddenly came out of the street. Their staggered bodies blocked the attendants' sight.

The little girl looked up at him slightly, and her tears fell more and more fiercely. However, there was no fear in her clear eyes, and some were just cold.

Duanxi's body swayed slightly in the morning.

Blood slowly spilled from the wound and slid down the little girl's fingers.

She blinked her eyes gently. Tears slid down her face like glass beads. She was only a child of seven or eight years old, but her eyes were as cold-blooded and indifferent as soldiers who had been on the battlefield.

The little girl raised a strange smile on her lips and said in a low voice, "since your highness likes children so much, you will be happy to die in the hands of children?"

"Isn't that the so-called tooth for tooth and eye for eye?"

Duanxi Chen looked at her stunned and wanted to make a sound, but he didn't know why. He was frozen all over.

"You..."

After the little girl said that, she quietly pulled out the dagger stabbed into Duanxi's abdomen and hid it in her sleeve with the cloak.

She stepped back a few steps, looked up, put a pitiful expression on her exquisite little face again, looked at Duanxi morning timidly, and shivered: "it's disturbing the noble man!"

Then he hurriedly ran away in fear.

The author has something to say: human life is like a tree and flower, with the same hair and a branch, all of which open a branch, fall with the wind and fall into the rain. Quoted from fan Zhen, a biography of Confucianism