Chapter 99 vent

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date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 99 vent"

weight="135233"

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

mode = "manual"

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The coachman said, "Your Highness, this..."

Duan mingchong said helplessly, "Song Xian is always a minister in the court..."

Yan Yan looked at him expressionless.

Duan mingchong changed his mouth and said, "do as the LORD says."

Coachman: "

The coachman was speechless. He was stunned for a long time and didn't know what to say. He really didn't dare to run over directly. He had to ask the attendant to make way for Song Xian.

The carriage stopped for a while. didn't know what had happened outside. Soon it moved again.

Duan mingchong looked at Yan Yan's slightly heavy side face and said tentatively, "how did he make you angry?"

Yan raised his head, looked at him and said, "he didn't make me angry. You made me angry before. I couldn't swallow this tone and couldn't bear to send it to his highness. Song Xian happened to bump into him. Don't I just send it to him?"

Duan mingchong: "

Duan Ming said, "are you relieved now?"

Yan said nonsense: "I didn't run over it, so I didn't calm down."

Duan mingchong: "

Duan mingchong was worried that he would crush himself. He quickly raised his smile, opened his hand to him and said softly, "do you still sleep?"

Yan glanced at him, then leaned back in his arms and was held by him to sleep again.

A moment later, the carriage suddenly stopped at Hou's house. Sui Yan was sleepy and struggled twice without getting up.

Seeing that he was too tired, Duan mingchong wrapped him in his cloak and directly took him out of the carriage.

Li Zhao greeted them outside. Seeing their posture, he was almost scared to fall off the steps.

"See your highness, my young master... This..."

Duan mingchong looked unchanged and said, "he's tired. I'll take him back to his room."

Li Zhao hurriedly led the way ahead.

The three of them walked towards the side yard, but before they had walked through the corridor, they met Sui, who was dressed in Imperial clothes and planned to go to the court.

Duan mingchong: "

Last night, year-old Yan didn't return all night. At midnight, the attendants of the East Palace told him that he was with his Royal Highness the prince.

Sui Pei's face was gloomy all night and scared Haitang very much. He had planned to send someone to look for Sui Yan after going down the court. Unexpectedly, he saw his brother, who was held back by the prince, before he went out.

The old man's face immediately became gloomy.

Duan mingchong ate other people's younger brother and didn't feel guilty about his brother. He held Nian Yan's hand firmly and nodded slightly at Nian: "general."

He can't even make the warm color he made. Is it difficult for him to: "forget him..."

Duan mingchong's face flushed immediately with a provocative sentence from Yan Qingpiao, but he was not flustered in front of others.

"On the Lantern Festival last night, ah Yan was about to put lanterns. Gu then took him to a hot spring in the southwest of the suburbs and stayed in another courtyard for a night. The year-old general doesn't have to worry."

Sui Pei forced himself to bear it. He glanced at the pale old Yan leaning against Duan mingchong's chest. When he was still ill, he thought about it and didn't have a direct attack. He forced a smile and said, "please send him back."

Duan mingchong said faintly, "the general said that it's a matter of division. We have long been separated from each other. Why bother?"

As soon as he said this, he turned green.

Li Zhao was frightened to watch, for fear that Sui Pei would cut Duan mingchong.

Duan Ming chongqingpiao finished, nodded politely, and then walked steadily towards the pianyuan with Yan in his arms.

Yan didn't know that Duan mingchong had a bloody fight with his brother, but he still slept soundly.

Not long after, he felt vaguely that he seemed to be put on the soft bed, and then a faint touch fell gently on the center of his eyebrows.

Yan's mind is like a pool of muddy water. He should know that Duan mingchong is leaving in a trance. He desperately wants to reach out and catch him, but he can't wake up anyway. He can only make a sob from his throat, as if he wants to keep Duan mingchong.

Duan mingchong sighed gently, leaned down and kissed him on the corner of his lips, and said softly, "sleep, I'll come in the afternoon."

Yan Mei frowned. He felt that he had exhausted all his strength, but his fingers couldn't lift up at all.

I don't know how long it took. There was no sound in his ears. Yan struggled for a long time before he reluctantly opened his eyes.

"Your Highness?"

His mind was still a little hazy. He held his arm and wanted to sit up to find Duan mingchong. He didn't sit still. The pain suddenly floated up from his waist and made him almost fall back again.

Begonia was preparing breakfast in the outer room. When she heard the news, she hurried in: "young master, are you awake?"

Yan half propped up his elbow and a few drops of cold sweat in the corner of his forehead. It seems that he is very uncomfortable.

He frowned and raised his eyes impatiently: "when did your highness leave?"

Begonia said, "it's been an hour, and the sky outside is bright."

Only then did Sui Yan react. He looked at some dazzling light in the window lattice and lay back on his couch.

Haitang saw that his young master was obviously unhappy. He carefully ran forward to share his worries for his master: "less..."

But before he finished saying a word, Yan said in a stuffy voice, "don't talk to me. Talk to me when the prince comes."

Begonia had to shut up and whispered, "what about breakfast?"

Yan, who couldn't see Duan mingchong, was so upset: "if you don't eat, take it out."

Begonia thought for a while and said cautiously, "there's sweet porridge. Haven't you been thinking about it for a long time?"

Year old Yan directly covered his head with a quilt: "don't eat, I'll call you after eating. Go down."

Begonia was afraid that old Yan was really angry and ran away like a rabbit.

Although Duan mingchong had already known that he would go to the court, at this time, Yan, who was uncomfortable all over, felt more and more upset and wanted to catch Duan mingchong and beat him up.

He was sulking in the quilt when he suddenly heard a slight sound from the outside room.

Yan Yizheng at the age of.

The window lattice seemed to be opened from the outside, and then a person flipped over the window and fell to the ground, quietly and stealthily walking towards the inner room.

Yan's room is only divided into inner and outer rooms. Through the bead curtain, you can see the wide bed covered by the bed curtain.

The man walked lightly towards the bed curtain, with a very vigilant attitude.

Through the bed curtain, you can see a piece of brocade quilt bulging. The man rushed into the bed curtain and opened the brocade quilt quickly.

Inside are two stacked pillows.

The man was stunned. Before he could react, he suddenly fell from the sky and covered his face with a wide cloak.

Year old Yan flashed out from behind the curtain behind his bed and kicked the man to the ground with one foot - although his face was distorted for a moment due to pain during his action, it did not affect his ability to kick people and fly.

The man was covered with his head and kicked over on the foot beside the bed. It was probably the foot corner that stuck his waist and made him scream out of guard.

Yan didn't even stop. He stepped directly on him and beat him expressionless.

Nothing fell from the beam. Looking at the angry old Yan awkwardly, he whispered, "young master, this is..."

The old Yan head didn't look back: "it's none of your business. Let's go."

After choking on nothing, he took a sympathetic look at the people on the ground and turned away.

The man was so beaten that he screamed and fluttered for a long time before he lifted his cloak off his head. He said angrily, "forget to return at the age of ten! Enough, it's me! Stop fighting, stop fighting! "

Song Xian's nose was blue and his face was swollen. He tried his best to catch Yan's hand.

Yan was angry and kicked him again.

"You sneaked into my room. I thought you were an assassin. It's good to beat you. If I had a knife, you would have been lying on the ground to see the Buddha."

Song Xian was guilty when he climbed into the window. Even if he was beaten to death, he couldn't explain anything for a moment. He had to glare at him: "it's not because the gatekeeper of your family will stop me from letting me in. Is it easy for me to turn over the wall and climb the window?"

In fact, when Song Xian came in, Yan knew it was him. The Marquis was heavily guarded, and only Yan's acquaintances could not be stopped by the dark guard. However, Yan was not comfortable. Song Xian climbed the window to find him without authorization, just spilling all his anger on him.

Year old Yan beat him up and was relieved. His almost broken waist hurt again.

He sat down with a pale face holding the bed, his legs a little soft.

Song Xian wanted to beat him back, but when he saw Yan, who seemed to have been abused, he remembered that he was almost unable to be rescued from his serious illness a few days ago. He couldn't bear to do it, so he had to get up reluctantly and sit on the bed.

Yan frowned, kicked him and said, "don't sit here. It's annoying to look at you."

Song Xian rolled his eyes: "you think I'd like to see you. If I didn't have something important to find you, I wouldn't come to you and be beaten."

At the age of 18, Yan had to kick him. Song Xian pressed his ankle and said angrily, "listen to me."

Yan Yan immediately gave a painful cry and scolded, "let go of your claws!"

Seeing his pale face, Song Xian quickly released his hand. He looked sideways and found that there were cyan finger marks on Yan's shins, and there seemed to be several red marks in the gap covered by his clothes.

Song Xian frowned, "your legs..."

Yan like grabbed the quilt to cover his legs and said in a cold voice, "speak quickly, or I'll drive people away!"

Song Xian didn't care about his calf. He said, "Your Highness, there seems to be an accident."

Year old Yan Qu hugged his knees with his legs and endured the pain. He said, "what's my business about his accident? Do you come here to talk to me?"

Song Xian said, "if it's about Chaoli, I won't come to you, but it..."

He glanced at Yan Yan and said in a low voice, "it seems to have something to do with you."

Yan frowned: "me?"

Song Xian sat down towards Nian Yan and said, "do you believe in ghosts and gods?"

Yan Mou Zi moved slightly and said faintly, "why do you say that?"

After thinking about it, Song Xian told Yan the same age that he had almost gone crazy last night.

"... I sent him back to the prince's house, but he kept calling your name. Did you bow your head to him?"

Year old Yan: "

Yan Yan looked at him expressionless and said, "if I really want to die and directly bribe the killer to kill, what will I do? Do you think I'm as useless as you and can only apply these evil doses? "

Song Xian: "

Song Xian hated Yan Yan's venomous tongue since he was a child. At this time, he wanted to strangle him: "speak well! What happened last night was very strange. He had said he would not bother you any more, but on the way back, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. He shouted your name, called your majesty, and said something to give you. "

Yan said, "I said it's none of my business. I haven't seen him for a long time. Don't blame me for this."

Song Xian said, "then he may be because of you..."

Year old Yan said impatiently, "why is it because of me? Is it my fault that he called my name? Then I'm calling 'song Chonghui, song Chonghui' and crashing to death on the bed post. Did you kill me? "

Song Xian was stunned by his words: "naturally, I don't mean that! I just thought you might know something, so I wanted to ask you. "

Yan said, "do you want to beg people now?"

Song Xian: "

Song Xian looked at him in disbelief and swallowed his voice for a long time: "Marquis, just because I haven't slept outside the city all night and waited for you for a long time, help me this time."

Yan glanced at Song Xian, then turned around and took out his signature box from the small dark box of the bed.

Song Xian: "what is this?"

Year old Yan shook the signature inside and said to Song Xian, "take one."

Song Xian didn't know why. After a moment of hesitation, he still stretched out his hand and smoked one.

He glanced, signed, and there was a row of small notes below: don't miss a good opportunity.

Song Xian looked blankly: "what good opportunity?"

Yan Yi shrugged and said, "whatever the opportunity, you ask me who I'll ask?"

Song Xian: "but isn't this your signature?"

Year old Yan said: "which temple monk have you met will give you a clear explanation of the signing. One by one, it is a posture of profound mystery that can not be revealed. I think it's good. Anyway, you just tell Duan Zhisu that these four words are over, and let him realize the rest. "

Song Xian couldn't stop signing into his sleeve: "are you really not going to see your highness three with me?"

In fact, Sui Yan wanted to go very much, because he guessed from Song Xian's three words that Duan mingchong might have remembered something about his last life - with him reborn in front and more snow aware of it, even if Duan Zhisu remembered everything overnight, Sui Yan would not be shocked.

He really wanted to see what Duan Zhisu's reaction was to make him feel good, but now his life was still in his hand, so it was naturally impossible to leave the house.

"No, someone may want to kill me. I can't leave the house."

Song Xian stopped talking and seemed to want to persuade.

Old Yan said, "don't say that I can't die after going out for a long time. If I really go out with you, according to the stories in the playbooks I read on weekdays, I'm sure I'll lose my life. Don't be delusional."

Song Xian angrily said, "I haven't said anything yet!"

Yan was not at all objective: "but you have written it on your face. Hurry up and don't hinder my eyes here."

Song Xian stared at him, then turned and limped away.