Chapter 41 mutual protection

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date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 41 mutual protection"

weight="135099"

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

mode = "manual"

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The palace attendants in the side hall hurried to the outside of the study. Before they could enter, they suddenly heard the sound of broken porcelain and the scattered sound of countless things falling to the ground.

The man waiting outside whispered, "what happened? Your Highness has something urgent now. Don't bother if there's nothing urgent. "

The palace man complained endlessly: "the little Marquis seems to be ill again. Now he is going back to his house noisily."

As soon as the man heard this, he hurried forward and knocked on the door.

"Your Highness."

Duan mingchong's cold voice came from inside: "what's up?"

Then the footsteps sounded. Duan mingchong opened the door. His face was as warm as jade on weekdays. At this time, it was as cold as ice. There was no temperature in his eyes.

Where did the people waiting in the East Palace see Duan mingchong look so cold and fierce, and hesitated: "little, little Marquis seems to be sick again..."

Hearing this sentence, Duan mingchong was stunned for a moment. Then he hurried to the side hall without saying a word.

This time, Yan Yan's drug addiction was very serious. He seemed very sober. He wore an outer shirt and insisted on going out, but he was often stopped by the attendants outside.

He ran twice, his face was already a little impatient, his fingers were clucking, and he seemed to try his best to suppress his anger.

However, when Duan mingchong pushed the door and entered, Yan, who was going to be angry, immediately looked as if he had been wronged, turned his mouth and said in a soft voice: "Your Highness..."

Duan mingchong still had some blood in his eyes. He stepped forward quickly, held Yan's arm and said softly as far as possible: "what's the matter?"

Yan was addicted at the age of 18, and made trouble for a long time regardless. He was already soft all over. When Duan mingchong touched him, he couldn't support himself and fell on him.

Yan grabbed his skirt and whispered, "Your Highness, I want to go home."

Duan mingchong saw that his pupils were divergent and understood that it was the fragrance of medicine. When he thought that the drug addiction was contracted to cure the stigma, he felt as if he had been held and twisted by someone. It hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

Duan mingchong took a gentle breath, put Sui Yan on the couch and said softly, "don't go home until you are well, OK?"

Yan's internal organs and bone marrow were like countless insects biting carefully. He was so sad that his tears flowed. His two arms were tightly wrapped around Duan mingchong's neck and whispered, "Your Highness, please, I want some incense..."

"Mingchong, I feel bad... Please help me..."

He cried and hugged Duan mingchong. His desire for medicine almost drove his unclear mind crazy.

While pressing him, Duan mingchong couldn't help comforting: "it'll be all right soon, right away..."

He suddenly couldn't say.

Year old Yan didn't know if he heard him. He wanted to incense for a while, and cried out of breath. His hands kept fluttering and struggling, which almost made Duan mingchong unable to hold them down.

During the struggle, Yan's fingernails hit Duan mingchong's neck again. This time, he used great strength, and blood gushed out.

The palace man exclaimed, "Your Highness!"

They hurriedly pulled Duan mingchong away. The late royal doctor Meng hurriedly commanded people, tied Sui Yan's two hands to the bed column with a red silk soft cloth, asked people to hold him down, directly poked a few needles on his acupoints, and forcibly poured the soothing medicine.

Duan mingchong was sitting on a chair in the outer room, looking a little stunned, when the royal doctor Meng gave medicine to Yan.

The palace man tied up the wound on his neck with all his hands. It must be very painful to be scratched and applied with golden sore medicine. Duan mingchong sat there as if he didn't feel it.

In the inner room, Yan coughed and cried violently. Duan mingchong sat for a long time before raising his trembling hand and covering his eyes.

After tossing and turning for about half an hour, the royal doctor Meng came out with a gloomy face.

Duan mingchong saw this and hurriedly met him. He wanted to ask, but his throat seemed to be blocked. He couldn't speak for a moment.

Doctor Meng said, "it's no big deal. Just feed him medicine every two hours."

Duan mingchong was speechless and could only nod.

Soon, all the people in the side hall withdrew.

Duan mingchong's eyes were red. He stood in the outer room for a long time before lifting the bead curtain and entering the inner room.

Year old Yan was tossed a little miserable. The ink soaked by sweat was pasted on his pale cheeks, becoming more and more weak. He pillowed his soft pillow and slightly tilted his head. Even if he fell asleep, his face was a little painful.

Duan mingchong just looked at it, and his eyes were sour like a needle.

He sat by the couch, shaking his hands and holding up the wrist of old Yan hanging aside, gently touched the red marks tied on his wrist, and suddenly felt weak.

Yan was probably hurt and gave a vague cry.

Duan mingchong hurriedly released his hand.

Year old Yan didn't sleep well. He had a nightmare of being chased and killed all night. In a daze, he suddenly stepped into the air, trembled, and opened his eyes in confusion.

As soon as his body became conscious, Yan felt that he seemed to be clinging to a warm object, and warm heat came from it, making him feel comfortable and eager to pick it up.

He just woke up, his eyes were still a little fuzzy, rubbed his eyes, and then he saw clearly that he was curled up in a person's arms.

Yan was stiff and completely sober.

He raised his head in amazement and directly looked at Duan mingchong's gentle eyes - Duan mingchong didn't know who was still awakened by him, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Temple, your highness!" Yan was so frightened that he almost jumped up and looked at him in horror.

Duan mingchong reached out and pressed his body to get up, helped him tuck in the quilt, and said softly, "don't let the heat go, go to sleep for a while. It's still early now."

Yan glanced at the window and found that it was not dawn.

Year old Yan curled back again, leaned back unnaturally, turned his back to Duan mingchong, and wrapped his index fingers in a circle.

A moment later, he couldn't help but turn over timidly and whispered, "why is your highness here?"

Duan mingchong smiled and said, "you have nightmares at night. I'm afraid you'll turn yourself out of bed and come with you."

Year old Yan was secretly happy and had nightmares. Unexpectedly, he still had this treatment. It would be good to have nightmares every day.

He pulled the quilt up and accidentally rubbed his swollen wrist with a "hiss".

Duan mingchong hurriedly took his hand and gently blew at the swollen place: "does it still hurt?"

Yan wanted to ask Duan mingchong about his hand yesterday, but when he saw that Duan mingchong didn't seem to want to say it, he gave up. Today Duan mingchong can fall asleep with him. Yan was brave enough and whispered, "Your Highness, i... am I not sleeping well?"

Duan mingchong said, "why do you say that?"

Year old Yan Shanshan: "I still think I'm tossing around. It's too annoying. You let someone tie me to the bed."

Duan mingchong: "

The red mark on the wrist can be seen by people with a little common sense that it was tied by a rope. Yan can't imagine what he did to make Duan mingchong tie himself up with such a gentle temperament.

——Two more nights.

Year old Yan was surprised. Isn't it a sleepwalking SAPO?

Duan mingchong probably knew he couldn't hide it. He was silent for a while before he said, "doctor Meng said you were addicted to some kind of Medicine..."

Yan was stunned for a moment before he remembered the addictive drug incense matched by Jun Jingxing. He ordered it every night in his house a few days ago. On the day Jun Jingxing came back, he also ordered it for a moment, but the next day he entered the palace, which left the drug incense.

Jun Jingxing's sentence "I want to match the tranquilizer incense as soon as possible, or you will have your pain in the evening" suddenly rang through his ears. Only then did Yan understand that the pain was about drug addiction.

Duan mingchong said, "after you have a drug addiction, you will be confused and look for incense everywhere. If you don't give it to you, you will be angry. If you don't get sleepy and don't let you move, doctor Meng said you might still hurt yourself, so..."

Yan was stunned and looked at his wrists full of red marks. He knew nothing about the memory of drug addiction.

Duan mingchong saw his appearance and hurriedly comforted: "but fortunately, you used less before. It won't take long to recover. Don't worry."

Yan Nen nodded and whispered, "I... I'm here to trouble your highness. I'll leave as soon as dawn..."

Duan mingchong took a breath and tried to keep his voice quiet: "you are good. Cure the disease in the palace and go back. There is no doctor in your family. If it happens again at night, those servants dare not disobey you. They may give you incense."

Even if Yan doesn't remember, he probably knows that he won't be very decent when he has a drug addiction attack. 80% of them will cry and flutter around.

And his embarrassed appearance was seen by Duan mingchong.

Yan felt he couldn't accept it.

He smiled reluctantly: "no, I will let people throw away the incense and won't use it again. Your highness doesn't have to worry."

Duan mingchong wanted to say something more. At the age of 18, Yan pulled the quilt, directly covered his face, turned his back to him and refused to communicate again.

Duan mingchong looked at him, raised his trembling hand gently, and was about to put it on Sui Yan's back. Suddenly there was a knock outside the door.

Duan mingchong's hand jerked back.

"What's up?"

Gong humanitarian: "Your Highness, it's time to go to court."

Duan mingchong was stunned.

Year old Yan shrunk his mouth in the quilt and felt Duan mingchong lift the quilt and get down. He was suddenly a little lost.

Obviously, he wanted to go back to the house on his own initiative, but when Duan mingchong stopped, Yan suddenly felt a sense of grievance, which made his eyes sour.

"Go up." Year old Yan thought bitterly and bitterly, "as soon as you leave, I'll go home and never come to you again."

Duan mingchong put on his outer shirt, went out of the inner room, opened the door and looked at the waiting palace humanitarian: "go to your majesty and tell me a leave."

The palace man was stunned: "ask for leave?"

The prince has been in power for more than a year. He goes to the court every day, rain or shine. The palace man never thought that he would take the initiative to ask for leave one day.

Recalling that Duan mingchong nearly smashed everything in the whole study last night, the palace man didn't dare to say more and bowed away.

Duan mingchong closed the door and returned to the inner room again.

The sound of fine jade collided with the bead curtain startled Sui Yan. His two hands held the edge of the quilt and secretly showed his two eyes. When he saw Duan mingchong sitting by the couch, his eyes brightened.

Duan mingchong looked at him and said, "listen to me and go back after curing the disease."

Year old Yan restrained his joy, coughed and whispered, "Your Highness, won't you go to the court?"

Duan mingchong smiled lightly: "No."

Year old Yan grabbed the finger on the side and made a hard effort. The corner of his lip unconsciously lifted up and said softly, "why, why?"

Duan mingchong said, "I'm afraid you'll run. Naturally, I'll look at you."

Year old Yan tightened his toes, gently kicked the quilt, forcibly suppressed his happy mood, pretended to be calm and said, "I, I won't run, don't run."

Duan mingchong said "well", blinked and said, "I'm afraid you'll have another nightmare and want to accompany you."

Year old Yan: "

Yan Mingge was so cheap that no one had ever been so kind to him. At first, he was provoked by Duan mingchong, blushed and thought vaguely, "I must be dreaming now."

Duan mingchong was dressed in a robe and his black hair was scattered. He felt more smoke and anger than usual.

Yan Zheng stared at him, Duan mingchong looked down at him, and suddenly smiled gently.

Year old Yan: "Your Highness?"

Duan Ming chongrou said in a soft voice, "I once asked you about the last court's hearing of politics and attacking the Duke years ago..."

Year old Yan thought about it carefully and seemed to remember it.

At that time, Duan mingchong asked him, "you will go to the court to listen to politics in years. How can you stand in the court if you continue to be so lazy?"

At that time, Yan didn't know that he was still alive and that he had already saved his will to die, so his words back to Duan mingchong were also very angry.

Now when I think of it, Yan is a little embarrassed: "Your Highness, I was young and ignorant..."

Duan mingchong smiled, and Yan Zhaocai reacted that Duan mingchong was younger than him.

Yan is even more embarrassed.

Duan mingchong said, "I don't want to turn over the old things and laugh at you. I just want to ask you, do you still want to attack the Duke?"

Year old Yan sat up with the quilt, tilted his head, and thought, "it doesn't matter what I say. In fact, my biggest long cherished wish is to eat, drink, have fun and wait for death. It's good not to get up early every day, but it's good to go to court... Well, I'll tell my brother when he comes back. It's not up to me."

Duan mingchong said with a smile, "as long as you don't want to, no one can force you."

Yan blinked and didn't understand what he meant: "ah?"

Duan mingchong said, "the father emperor has been talking to the people in the cabinet these days about letting you go to the court to listen to politics. If you don't want to, I'll push it for you."

Yan was even more dazed: "ah?"

Duan mingchong pressed his shoulder: "then I'll see my father later, and I won't eat dinner with you."

Yan can only say "ah".

Duan mingchong really wanted to tell Yan about it with a serious look, but seeing his confused "ah" constantly, he couldn't help but hook his lips and laugh.

Year old Yan was pushed back to his couch by him and couldn't help grasping Duan mingchong's sleeve.

Duan mingchong said, "it's still early. You can sleep for a while. I'll see if the medicine is frying."

He was about to leave when Yan completely regained his consciousness and grabbed his wrist again.

Duan mingchong looked back at him without any impatience.

Yan blinked and whispered, "Your Highness means that in the future, I can continue to be my idle Marquis regardless of the affairs in the court, right?"

Duan mingchong said with a smile, "yes."

Yan nane said: "well... Then I have no power in the court. If I am bullied..."

He didn't know what he thought. He pulled the quilt to cover half of his face and whispered, "what should I do?"

Duan mingchong held his hand, gently put it in the quilt, stretched out his hand to trim a strand of hair in front of his forehead, and gently said, "I will always protect you after that."

Yan finally got the answer he wanted, covered his face with a quilt, gave a silent cry and nodded hurriedly.

This is the first time that Yan Yan has lived for so many years in his previous life. Rao is not a man who lives by others. He was stabbed by this for a time. His mind was boiling and he was unable to think.

It was not until Duan mingchong left that old Yan leaned his head out of the quilt. His cheeks were stuffy or blushing.

"Great." Yan whispered, "it feels like someone is protecting you. That's how it turns out."