Chapter 121 know

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date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 121 know"

weight="135260"

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

mode = "manual"

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Duan mingchong was the same age as Yan. After bargaining for a long time, he reluctantly talked about the day from a incense stick.

When he left, he looked back frequently and didn't seem to want to go.

After thinking for a while, Yan added another sentence and said, "tomorrow is tomorrow. You can't run over in the middle of the night."

Duanming chongmei frowned and said solemnly, "tomorrow is after midnight."

Year old Yan: "

Are you really going to climb over the wall again?

At the age of 18, Yan was almost powerless: "Zishi, you can't."

Duan mingchong nodded and left reluctantly.

Yan held his forehead and whispered something.

Jun Jingxing looked at the two people getting along and felt very interesting. He wondered how old Yan was willing to catch up with Duan mingchong after they hadn't seen each other for so many days.

He walked in and was about to ask, when he heard Sui Yan muttering to himself, "if you let him go, you really should go."

Jun Jingxing: "

Jun Jingxing said expressionless, "you didn't force him to leave. Do you regret it now? It's late. "

Yan Heng glanced at him, duplicity: "I don't regret it. Don't talk nonsense."

Jun Jingxing didn't bother to quarrel with him, so he didn't want to be beaten again: "OK, I'm talking nonsense - so when shall we go to the flower building?"

Year old Yan put the small stove on the table and sat down directly.

Jun Jingxing said, "no?"

Yan Qing shook his head and looked down at the hot charcoal basin at his feet. His eyes reflected the bright yellow charcoal fire, which was like lava flowing against the waves.

He never spoke. Jun Jingxing was a little uneasy and said tentatively, "Lord Hou?"

At the age of 18, Yan fiercely revived, and then whispered, "is that thing burned? If it's still there, I'll take it and burn it myself."

Jun Jingxing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly took a breath and looked at him in horror.

When Yan Yuguang saw his reaction, he closed his eyes gently.

He took a gentle breath, then opened his eyes and stared at the charcoal basin. He whispered, "he did something for me that I have been afraid to do. I... I burned it myself..."

It's a great idea.

Jun Jingxing even slowed down his breathing and whispered, "Lord Hou, even if the crown prince doesn't go, that Li... Li Zhao has already saved his will to die."

Yan's voice was light, as if it would disperse in the next moment: "I know."

I know everything.

It was because he knew everything that he could not blame anyone.

Jun Jingxing looked at his distracted face and sighed. He found out what he had hidden last night and handed it to Nian Yan.

Yan hung his eyes, his fingers trembling and untied the red cloth tied with four corners one by one.

The red cloth was picked away by the thin white fingers and dropped to one side, revealing a brand-new square box inside.

Yan breathed and his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

Large clusters of Begonia patterns are carved on the box, and a delicate and small word "Sui" is also carved at the lower left. When the box is opened, it is still a small square specially made by the craftsman to hold preserves.

Yan gently stroked the pattern on the lid. After a long time, he murmured, "what do you want to do with so many patterns for a candied fruit?"

When Li Zhao mysteriously took the fancy little box to Sui Yan when he was young, Sui Yan asked him so disgustingly.

At that time, Li Zhao said, "the young master's things naturally want the best."

Jun Jingxing looked at his reddish eyes and was worried: "Hou ye?"

Yan still reached out and stroked the carved patterns. After a while, he gently raised his hand and threw it into the charcoal basin under his feet.

Jun Jingxing frowned: "this..."

Year old Yan stared at the charcoal fire and swallowed the wooden box little by little. The flame spread all over the Begonia pattern, crackling and crackling.

Year old Yan kept staring at the wooden box slowly turning into ashes until the fire gradually dissipated and dormant in the charcoal block. Only in a slight blink of an eye did he slightly raise his head and rub the center of his eyebrows.

Jun Jingxing hurriedly said, "my head hurts again?"

Yan smiled and said, "my eyes hurt a little."

Jun Jingxing was silent for a moment, then walked forward and put his hand on the end of his eyes and rubbed it gently.

Yan gently closed his eyes and turned pale.

Jun Jingxing thought for a while, but still couldn't help but say, "didn't you fall asleep last night?"

He was also drugged by the crown prince. How could he wake up and run to find Li Zhao?

Yan slowly opened his eyes and stared at Jun Jingxing for a long time. Then he smiled and said, "I'm deceiving you, fool."

Jun Jingxing: "

"I've been having the same nightmare over and over again these days, but I don't know what I dreamed of," Yan said

Until yesterday.

Yesterday, he woke up from his nightmare and saw the empty room. He felt that it seemed to be another dream. No matter how he shouted, he couldn't find anyone.

Even so, he insisted on finding someone with the last glimmer of hope.

When he woke up from his previous dream, his first reaction was to find the moon.

There was no one outside, so he had to find Li Zhao.

Staggering to the door of Li Zhao's house, he heard Duan mingchong's sentence "burned" and the bloody ground.

Stunned, he only felt that this was another nightmare of his own, so he only glanced at it and turned away.

He didn't remember when he woke up early in the morning, but when mingchong was intimate with him, he seemed to smell the cold and bloody smell of last night.

For a moment, the scene of last night rushed into my mind.

He didn't know whether it was a dream or true, so he cheated Jun Jingxing.

Jun Jingxing's reaction was not unexpected.

That's reality.

Yan murmured, "I... Remember what I dreamed of these days."

Jun Jingxing frowned and said, "as you said before, you can't get out of a deserted house anyway?"

Yan nodded: "but sometimes I feel that there... Seems to be reality."

Jun Jingxing was stunned.

Yan looked up slightly, his dark eyes looked at him without blinking, and his voice was somewhat ethereal and strange.

"Here... Seems to be a dream."

"You are all fake." Yan murmured, "you are false, the second brother is false, even the prince..."

It's also fake.

All this seemed like a dream he was in. Only the desolate palace where no one could be found was his real destination.

In the daytime, Jun Jingxing was able to stand up to his cold sweat.

"Don't, don't talk nonsense." Jun Jingxing patted the beating heart, stretched out his hand and pinched on the back of Yan's hand, saying, "does it hurt?"

Yan was stunned and nodded.

Jun Jingxing said, "it hurts. Will it hurt when you dream?"

Yan Zi thought carefully, as if he didn't feel much pain when he fell off the steps.

He shook his head truthfully and felt a little calm.

Jun Jingxing was relieved and enlightened him: "only when you dream, you don't feel pain. Don't think about it and scare yourself."

Yan nodded hesitantly.

In the next moment, Wu wished to appear like a ghost. He pinched Jun Jingxing's hand as fast as the wind.

Jun Jingxing: "

Ah ah!

No wish is better than Jun Jingxing. She is a scholar. She has practiced martial arts since childhood. Even if she is a woman, her strength is not comparable to that of an ordinary man. With such a pinch, the back of Jun Jingxing's hand is red and painful.

Jun Jingxing roared, "you madman! I just touched him! "

Wu Yuan said coldly, "if you touch it again next time, I'll take iron pliers."

Jun Jingxing: "

Jun Jingxing was still worried about Sui Yan. He didn't want to do such a thing. He was so angry that his chest hurt and his anger was a little unscrupulous.

"You... Him! You protect your master so much. If you tie him to the bed and toss about when the prince comes in the future, will you also rush up and beat the prince! "

No wish: "

Year old Yan: "

Yan was watching a good daily play to adjust his mood. Somehow he was named. He stayed for a while and looked at Jun Jingxing incredulously.

When Jun Jingxing finished, he knew that he had made a mistake. He immediately covered his mouth and stared at him with resentment.

While watching Jun Jingxing warily, Yan wrapped the Buddha beads on his hand twice to block his wrist. After thinking about it, he felt unsafe, and wrapped them carefully again.

Jun Jingxing: "

Jun Jingxing was so angry that he was weak that he said, "what's the use of entanglement now? You... Forget it, I won't tell you. Can't I go?"

He turned and was about to run. Yan hurriedly said, "where's the flower building? No? "

Jun Jingxing said, "Whoever loves to go, I won't serve."

Then he ran away angrily.

Looking at him so angry, Yan looked at him with no wish and said, "I always thought he was cold, but I didn't expect you..."

It's really a skill to make such a steady and calm person become a firefight and blow up wherever he chooses.

Don't be proud, you can be proud.

No wish, no reason.

Old Yan said helplessly, "you'd better go and have a look. Don't hit him again. Just apologize. He's easy to coax."

Unwilling to see the direction of Jun Jingxing's departure, combined with Yan's words, he knew that the miracle doctor was mad. He was stunned in situ and said, "yes."

Then he went out.

Yan stood up, looked at the noon sun and picked up the small stove on the table again.

He looked at the burning charcoal basin and stood for a moment before he got up and left.

Since the beginning of spring, the fields on both sides of the long street in central Beijing have been competing for flowers. The flower festival will soon arrive. Flower balls made of flower branches are hanging on the trees like colorful lanterns.

Wearing a cloak, Yan walked alone to the Bank of the moat with a wooden stick in his hand.

He ate the candied gourd almost. At this time, he was fiddling with the flowers under his feet with the tip of a wooden stick.

The flower drawing building was close in front of him. Yan Yan bent down and took off two Begonia flowers. He planned to give them to the storyteller as a reward later.

But before walking into the long street of the Wanhua building, he met a monk head-on.

Geng Xue holds a string of Buddha beads and is looking down at the flowers swept by the pendulum.

Yan frowned and turned to another way when he didn't find him in the snow.

As far as he knows, it must be bad to meet this monk.

Last time was nosy and came to Hou's house to calculate divination and Sue robbery. Last time drew lots. In a word, nothing is good.

Yan Xin thought: it's unlucky.

While saying that he did not believe in God and Buddha, on the one hand, he was extremely superstitious about these auspicious signs, but he didn't feel any violation.

He Shang's head was bright and his eyes were bright. Yan Cai had just taken a step, and the voice of more snow sounded behind him: "Lord, stay."

Year old Yan reluctantly stopped, looked back and nodded: "master, what a coincidence, you can meet it here."

Geng Xue replied with a smile, "unfortunately, I've been waiting for the Marquis here for a long time."

Year old Yan: "

Gee, shouldn't have gone out.

Yan reluctantly said, "what's important, master?"

Geng Xue pointed back to the flower building and said with a smile, "it's too eye-catching to say things here. Let's go in and talk while eating."

Year old Yan: "

Year old Yan silently looked at Geng Xue and said, "don't you think it's more eye-catching for a monk to enter the flower building?"

The author has something to say: "year old Yan: make complaints about me. [pat chest]