Chapter 42 identity

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date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 42 identity"

weight="135101"

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

mode = "manual"

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Year old Yan rolled several times in the quilt and almost rolled himself down. He was too tired last night. He slept in the quilt for a while.

Duan mingchong tucked in the quilt for him, sat by the couch and quietly watched his sleeping face for a moment. Then he got up and went to the small kitchen to see Sui Yan's medicine.

Since Yan fell into the water years ago, the medicine has not been broken. Yan is extremely disgusted with drinking medicine. He tosses back and forth every time. He can only drink half a bowl after coaxing and persuading. Duan mingchong heard from the people of Hou's house that Yan has a lot of embarrassing things for not taking medicine, so he took extra trouble.

Before dawn, he asked people to go to the Xiangguo Temple to get spring water and come back to decoct medicine. He also ordered the palace people to put more licorice so as to save Nian Yan from tossing around again.

After giving some instructions, Duan mingchong went to the study and asked someone to give orders.

Just after dawn, Duan mingchongzheng was going to the side hall to wake up Sui Yan, but he saw a palace man in the East Palace leading a man in a family uniform in.

They came close and saluted one after another.

Gong Renren: "Your Highness, I'm from the old Marquis's house. I was in a hurry to pack things yesterday and missed many small items. I'm here to give them to the young marquis."

Duan mingchong glanced at him and seemed to feel a little strange, but he was busy looking for Sui Yan. Without much thought, he nodded and left.

In the side hall, Duan Ming Chonggang came in and saw Yan Zheng sitting on the couch and lowering his head to dress.

When Sui Yan got up, his mind was always confused for a moment. At this time, he slowly tied his waist seal, and his legs hanging by the couch kicked back and forth involuntarily. His long hair had not been tied. Perhaps he was too inconvenient when dressing, so he pulled it around with his wrist, twisted it into a bundle, and held the tail of his hair with his teeth.

Duan mingchong couldn't help laughing.

At the age of 18, Yan tied his waist seal and looked up blankly.

He was sleepy and thought he was still in Hou's house, so he was stunned when he couldn't help laughing at Duan mingchong's face.

Yan struggled to recall where he was. When his eyes were clear, the whole person was frozen in place. His teeth with his hair tail were loose, and his hair fell down and scattered on the golden embroidered Begonia on his left shoulder.

Duan mingchong smiled and said softly, "since you get up, come and eat. The people in your house will send you something. Wait and see what you lack."

I don't know why, since met Duan mingchong, the number of years old Yan's humiliation has increased day by day. It's OK to be seen flirting with his brother. Now the embarrassed appearance of drug addiction has been seen enough from the inside to the outside.

Yan has been trying his best to comfort himself these two days. Duan mingchong knows that he got sick to save him. He will not dislike himself. He is still the wanton little Marquis, which does not damage his elegant image in Duan mingchong's heart.

Until now

Yan didn't want to say anything or see anything. He just wanted to find a seam in the ground.

"Ah, how to say, actually... I want to die."

Yan shuddered and thought.

Because of this, until he finished his breakfast, Yan, who was always busy, didn't say a word for the first time.

Duan mingchong was gentle. Knowing that he was shy and considerate, he didn't tease him. After watching him obediently drink the medicine, he said, "I'm going to the Taihe hall. I'll come back to have lunch with you at noon. If you feel bored, you can have someone accompany you to the imperial garden."

Yan almost buried his head in the bowl. He nodded hurriedly and said in a muffled voice, "OK, your highness, go slowly."

No, don't slow down, let's go!

Duan mingchong got up and left.

After Duan mingchong left, Yan felt better. His face in the morning was really unsightly. He had no face to talk too much to Duan mingchong.

Year old Yan put down the medicine and asked someone to bring him the rattan rocking chair brought from year old anhou's house and put it in the hospital. The whole person nestled on it to bask in the sun.

Fearing that he might catch cold, the palace servants who served him hurriedly handed him a small stove and cloak.

After a while, the servant of Hou's house who sent things to Sui Yan was led to see Sui Yan.

The servant knelt on one knee and whispered, "I've seen the little marquis."

Year old Yan held the small hand stove, his eyes were not open, and said vaguely, "see you in the moon, push this rocking chair for me, and it won't shake."

Jun Jingxing: "

Yan didn't like to be served by others. The people in the east palace were far away and didn't dare to approach. It was also convenient for them to speak.

Jun Jingxing gave a low scold and said in a low voice, "I'm easy to look like this. Can you recognize it?"

The old Yan kicked his leg and said discontentedly, "you can smoke mosquitoes directly all over the medicine smell. The devil can't recognize it - don't talk nonsense and shake it for me."

Jun Jingxing didn't want others to find anything unusual, so he kept the posture of kneeling on one knee and stretched out his hand to exert a force on the arm of the rattan rocking chair.

The rattan rocking chair was specially made by Sui Yan. When pushed, it can shake a stick of incense. It is originally a small thing to help sleep. How can it support the strength of Jun Jingxing.

Jun Jingxing just pushed it, and the rocking chair bumped back and forth like crazy.

Yan was almost shaken out with an "ah" sound.

Jun Jingxing said, "is the strength moderate?"

Yan quickly held the handrail and sat down, glaring at his chest.

"See you on the moon!"

If Jun Jingxing's original beautiful face, Yan Zhi may forgive one or two, but now he easily looks like an ordinary face that can't be more ordinary. He smiles very badly and pretends to be innocent: "it was the little Marquis who asked me to push."

Yan was scared and angry by him. He wanted to kick him in the face.

He gasped for breath and said impatiently, "Why are you here if you don't stay in Hou's house and die?"

Jun Jingxing almost turned his eyes to the back of his head. He stretched out his hand: "give me your hand - if I weren't worried about you, how could I come to the palace for adventure."

Year old Yan stared at him for several more times. Then he lay back on the rattan rocking chair and didn't see the same as him.

"It seems that your medical skills are not very good. I've survived the drug addiction these days. Now it's no big problem."

Jun Jingxing said, "don't talk nonsense. Give me your hand quickly."

Year old Yan "tut", handed him his hand, narrowed his eyes and lay down for a while. Suddenly he seemed to think of something and asked, "is the fifth Prince still looking for you these days?"

Jun Jingxing impatiently pressed the rocking chair firmly, put his hand on the Yan pulse door, and said, "I haven't looked for it since I came out of the flower drawing building. Maybe he thought I couldn't turn over the waves any more, so he gave up."

Year old Yan looked around and suddenly leaned down to Jun Jingxing's ear and whispered, "wait, I'll avenge you."

Jun Jingxing raised his eyebrows slightly: "I told you I didn't need you to intervene in this matter. I can handle it myself."

Yan's slender legs overlapped, hummed an unknown song and shook it. He continued to shake the rocking chair, bent his eyes and smiled cunningly.

As soon as Jun Jingxing saw him laughing like this, he was frightened, and he didn't even focus on exploring his pulse.

After exploring for a while, he didn't find anything famous. Drug addiction didn't seem to be a big problem. He told Yan a few words at will. Jun Jingxing couldn't help it. He took his hand back and sighed, "what do you want to do?"

Yan's slender fingers knocked on the handrail and smiled innocuously: "I always thought that Duan Xichen also intervened when Duan Zhisu and Duan Ruwang wanted to murder the crown prince. Later, I checked carefully and found that there was really nothing wrong with him."

Jun Jingxing: "so?"

Yan then said, "I told Duan zhusu about Duan Ruwang's small abacus. According to his prudence that he would rather kill by mistake, he must have killed the servant who used the medicine."

Jun Jingxing was stunned for a moment, and his expression became a little unspeakable.

Yan leaned back on the chair, and the rattan rocking chair shook again.

He kept such a comfortable posture, sighed like singing, and said in a faint voice, "there is no proof of death."

Jun Jingxing held the last glimmer of hope and said, "you should... Not let anyone tell the prince that it was Duanxi Chen who poisoned him?"

Yan stretched out, gave him a look of appreciation and said lazily, "it seems that you still understand me."

Jun Jingxing didn't want to understand him at all. He held his forehead with a headache and said hard: "what hatred does Duanxi morning have with you?"

According to Yan's temperament, it is impossible to harm Duanxi Chen alone for Jun Jingxing. Jun Jingxing still knows it.

Yan smiled, but did not answer.

Jun Jingxing said again, "how can you be sure that the prince will really look at Fu Duanxi and duanru because of this?"

Yan said with a smile: "if he knows this and doesn't do it yet, the crown prince's position should be handed over directly, and this time..."

Jun Jingxing raised his eyebrow: "what?"

"I'm the one who has suffered for him," Yan said faintly

Jun Jingxing was silent.

If Duan mingchong really gets the stigma and survives, according to his gentle nature of being taught to be respectful to his brothers and sisters since childhood, even if he stabs the emperor, he may expose the matter lightly. He can't turn over any waves, and Duan mingchong can only eat the dull loss.

However, the people who suffer from poisoning are the most innocent Yan.

Just full of guilt, Duan mingchong can't take it lightly at this time, let alone

Yan blinked: "what's more, his Highness the prince still likes me so much."

Jun Jingxing: "

Jun Jingxing wanted to push another rocking chair and shake out the muddy water in the man's mind.

He was about to stand up and leave unhappily, but Yan suddenly pressed his shoulder, looked at him with a smile and said, "do you know my identity?"

Jun Jingxing was forced by him to kneel down, looked up at Yan Liuli's eyes and was stunned.

Yan has no airs in front of him. Sometimes he shamelessly plays a child's temper, which makes Jun Jingxing almost forget the identity gap between the two.

He is a sinner who absconds, but Yan is a noble little marquis.

Sui Yan, is this to remind him to know his identity, words and deeds and not to be so rude with him?

Suddenly understood this, Jun Jingxing trembled, slightly lowered his head and said in a low voice: "little Marquis, it's me..."

"It's me who crossed the line." before the sentence was said, Jun Jingxing heard that Sui Yan stretched out his hand and gently raised his chin. His beautiful eyes stared at him and said faintly with an arrogant and rebellious look: "I'm not what I used to be, because..."

Jun Jingxing's eyes moved.

Yan said, "I'm the one protected by his Highness the prince."

Jun Jingxing: "

Jun Jingxing stood up without expression.

He turned and was about to leave. Yan quickly grabbed his sleeve and said, "no, don't go. You haven't asked me why the crown prince protects me? You haven't asked yet! "

Jun Jingxing stopped and looked down at him.

Year old Yan flattered him with a smile and blinked. His eyes were full of "ask quickly, ask quickly".

Jun Jingxing stood by the rattan rocking chair, suddenly smiled gently at him, then pressed his hand on the armrest of the rattan chair and exerted a hard force.

The rattan rocking chair shook madly.

Yan suddenly screamed.

"Ah, ah --"