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Chapter 70 thief courage
Since then, he has changed his usual way of practicing swords at home. When he came back from the next morning, he ran outside. According to the general of Hou's house, general year-old will run to Jiang's house every day and run around with Jiangning. It's fun to play.
On the contrary, Sui Yan stopped running around these days. He stayed at home all day, either sleeping or basking in the sun in the yard. He rarely went to the east palace.
Jun Jingxing brought some more herbs from Yin's house. When he had nothing to do, he studied medicine in the yard.
Year old Yan sat on the rattan rocking chair, holding the small stove, glanced at Jun Jingxing, gently touched the ground with his toes, and said, "see you on the moon."
JunJing didn't lift his clothes: "huh?"
"I want to eat dessert," Yan said
Jun Jingxing said, "bear it."
Year old Yan's toes lit the ground again and was about to get up and get it by himself. Jun Jingxing said faintly, "don't get down from the rattan rocking chair."
Yan had to retract his feet wrongfully.
Every time Jun Jingxing was drying medicine in the yard, when Sui Yan was basking in the sun, he was afraid that the ancestor like a cat would touch his hooves and claws and overturn the herbs he had managed to pick.
Since the medicine basket was knocked over two or three times, Jun Jingxing had a gloomy face. At the same age, Yan made three rules - Yan was not allowed to get down from his chair every time he basked in the sun, so Jun Jingxing promised him not to take a needle when he treated his illness.
With such an exchange, Yan finally agreed to sleep in the rattan rocking chair and stop kicking around.
Jun Jingxing continued to study medicine.
Year old Yan swayed on the rattan rocking chair for a while. He seemed to feel bored. He leaned on the armrest and lazily walked towards Jun Jing: "Why are you developing some messy drugs every day? It seems useless to look at them."
Jun Jingxing was choked by the powder and sneezed. He didn't lift his head and said, "it's useless to look at it. Just eat it."
Yan was filled with medicine every day. Over time, he got used to it. He tilted his head: "how long do I have to eat?"
Jun Jingxing said, "live to eat."
Year old Yan: "
Year old Yan youyou said, "now I think I'm full of medicine. Soak in the bath bucket for a while and feel that the water tastes like medicine. Doctor Jun, I want to ask you, are you going to feed me into a medicine man? Blood can cure all diseases? "
Jun Jingxing frowned: "what's all this mess? What strange script have you seen?"
Year old Yan turned out of his clothes and read half a book. He said, "here, this is an ancient strange anecdote. It's used to pass the time and help sleep."
Jun Jingxing said, "what are you talking about?"
Year old Yan flipped randomly: "what gods, Buddhas, reincarnation, ghosts and monsters, and so on. Do you want to hear it? I'll read it to you?"
Jun Jingxing hurriedly said, "no, Lord Hou, spare my ears."
"It's really interesting, but some seem to be making up too much," Yan said
Jun Jingxing: "for example?"
Yan opened a page, pointed to a few lines and leaned over to him: "for example, it says that people, whether good or evil, black or white, will invest in reincarnation as long as they die. It is unknown whether the next life is a person or a thing, a great wealth or a hundred years of misery."
Jun Jingxing: "so?"
Year old Yan took a book and said, "this is wrong. What reincarnation is lying to children."
Jun Jingxing said silently, "it makes sense, and you haven't died. How do you know it's a lie."
Yan stared at him.
After Jun Jingxing finished speaking, he found that he was so bored that he wasted his time talking about such a messy problem with old Yan. He didn't have a good way: "since you don't believe it, don't read this plain fabricated book. If you want to sleep, I'll send you some medical books and read a few pages. You must wake up naturally after a night's sleep."
Year old Yan: "
Jun Jingxing said again, "didn't you want to run to the east palace as soon as you had time? How can you learn now? Don't even mention Duan mingchong's name? "
Jun Jingxing is really good at lifting which pot he doesn't open.
Year old Yan has been worried about Duan mingchong. hearing this threw the book directly and had no good way: "continue to make your medicine."
He lay back on the rattan rocking chair, pulled the blanket on his body, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Year old Yan has seldom had nightmares in recent years. This time he just took a nap. He doesn't know how to have nightmares.
"The emperor will not live long. Won't you start? Duan Ruwang was seen when he died in the Xiangguo Temple. Rao is dying and will not let you go. "
"Nian Yan, Nian Yan! Are you still alive? "
"Do you still... Want to live?"
"The third prince... Has returned to Beijing from Canglin temple. Can you... Wait?"
“……”
The noise came in an endless stream around. The noise made Yan's head ache. He pressed his forehead and murmured, "Your Highness..."
One side stretched out a warm hand and gently pressed his forehead.
Yan opened his eyes with difficulty and looked vaguely at the shadowy face in front of him.
"Your Highness..."
The man's voice seemed to be covered with fog and could not be heard very clearly: "ah Yan, what do you think?"
Yan wanted to raise his hand to catch him, but his hand seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms and couldn't lift it anyway.
He became more and more worried, and his eyes were red.
Duan mingchong probably saw his urgency and hurriedly grabbed his hand and held it in his warm palm.
Yan seemed a little confused. He half closed his eyes and shook his head desperately. He said in a dumb voice, "I can't wait... I can't wait!"
Duan mingchong grabbed his hands and coaxed softly, "I'm coming, I'm here, ah Yan, wake up."
Year old Yan didn't know where his strength came from. Suddenly he threw Duan mingchong's hand away and struggled to climb to the couch.
He didn't hold his hand. He rolled down from the couch and was quickly picked up in his arms by Duan mingchong.
The two rolled and fell to the ground.
At the age of 18, Yan fluttered and lost his strength. His face was full of sweat. He lay on Duan mingchong's shoulder with long hair hanging on the side of his face, making his face more pale.
Year old Yan didn't recognize people. He held Duan mingchong's chest with trembling hands and said in a trembling voice: "the god Buddha is right to the person who killed himself..."
"Will there be a big penalty?"
"Will... Not enter reincarnation?"
"Will I be a lonely... Ghost?"
"See you on the moon..." Yan Nan's voice was as low as tiny. "Did you bury me in Sui's ancestral grave? I think my parents... "
Duan mingchong didn't quite hear what he was talking about, but seeing that his current situation was fundamentally wrong, he hurriedly hugged his waist and half dragged him to the couch.
At this time, the late Jun Jingxing rushed in with a small incense burner, and the white smoke curled up like ink marks into the water.
Duan mingchong looked up at Jun Jingxing and frowned, "what's that fragrance?"
Jun Jingxing said, "the soothing fragrance works very well - he is living in a nightmare and will be fine in a while."
Duan mingchong was relieved.
Year old Yan leaned against his heart and grabbed Duan mingchong's clothes with his hands. His knuckles turned white and his clothes were wrinkled.
Duan mingchong patted Yan on the back and coaxed him in a low voice: "I'm not afraid. I'm with you."
Year old Yan leaned limply against Duan Ming's arms. After a while, the calming incense worked. He fell asleep.
Jun Jingxing knew Yan's thoughts about Duan mingchong and didn't stay here much. He got up and left.
Yan Yijiao slept until it was dark before he woke up. Nightmares always consume energy. He slept for a long time, but he was even more tired.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up with his elbows. He said blearily, "see you in the moon. I'm so thirsty."
There was a rustle beside him, and a voice said softly, "here comes the water. Drink slowly."
Before he was fully awake, Yan was dazed and fed half a glass of water before he reluctantly opened his eyes.
Duan mingchong looked at him with a smile: "wake up?"
Year old Yan blinked his eyes. After a reaction, he came back. He leaned back in horror. The back of his head almost hit the wall. Duan mingchong stretched out his hand to cushion it.
Year old Yan hugged the quilt and shrunk back, stuttering: "Your Highness, you... Why are you here?"
Duan mingchong: "are you still thirsty?"
Yan dared not let Duan mingchong serve him himself, so he shook his head desperately.
Duan mingchong put down the cup and said, "I haven't seen you these days. I thought you were ill again, so I wanted to come to Hou's house to see you. The day after tomorrow will be new year's Eve. I brought some royal products from the palace to give you a taste. "
At the age of 18, Yan Na nodded. At this time, he realized that his body was full of sweat and even his middle clothes were a little wet.
Yan loves Jie best, frowning and pulling his sleeve.
Duan mingchong said, "do you want to bathe?"
Yan nodded. He glanced out, frowned and said, "it's dark?"
Duan mingchong said, "yes, you've been sleeping for half a day, and you've been holding on to my clothes."
Year old Yan Na said, "well... Did your highness sit here for half a day?"
Duan mingchong said with a smile, "nature."
Year old Yan wanted to find a crack to drill in.
Duan mingchong didn't tease him and said, "I wanted to come and see you, but when I first came here, I saw you live by a nightmare, so I would spend more time with you."
Yan was a little embarrassed. He cut his messy hair: "that's right."
The door was knocked suddenly.
Begonia said outside the door, "young master, your doctor told us to burn hot water. Would you like to take a bath?"
Yan hurriedly said, "OK, I'll go right away."
There was a reply from Begonia outside the door, and there was no sound.
Duan mingchong got up and said, "then I'll go first."
Year old Yan didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, he grabbed Duan mingchong's sleeve, raised his head and blinked at him: "Your Highness..."
Duan mingchong wondered, "huh?"
Yan stopped talking and hesitated for a long time before he said, "is the palace forbidden... Has it arrived?"
Duan mingchong: "
Duan mingchong looked at him helplessly. If he remembered correctly, at the Lantern Festival three years ago, Yan intended to keep him in Hou's house for one night.
It was just that Duan Xichen suddenly had an accident and stayed in Hou's house. Unexpectedly, Sui Yan still remembers it now.
Duan mingchong held back his smile and said, "yes, can the Marquis keep me in your house for one night?"
Yan's eyes lit up and nodded like tamping garlic: "stay!"
Duan mingchong leaned down, bent his fingers and flicked his eyebrows. He smiled softly and said, "go take a bath. I'll talk to the year-old general first."
Yan hurriedly ran out to bathe in his clothes.
The bath bucket in the next room was covered by a screen. Yan took off his clothes and turned the screen to see the herbs full of the bath bucket.
Yan quickly wrapped up his clothes and shouted at the door, "Begonia! Begonia! "
The door was pushed open. Jun Jingxing came in with a small bag of herbs and said faintly, "what's the matter with him?"
Year old Yan pulled his cloak in one hand and pointed to the screen in the other. "Why is the barrel full of herbs? How can I bathe? Isn't it 21 today? Why do you still use a medicine bath on the 15th day of the first day of the new year? "
Jun Jingxing didn't speak, but threw the herbs in his hand into the hot water.
Yan hurriedly stopped: "Hello!"
Jun Jingxing turned his head and said coldly, "do you know that you were stained with other poisonous incense when you came back from the east palace a few days ago?"
Yan YILENG: "ah?"
Jun Jingxing said, "although it's not much, it's not harmful to ordinary people, but your bones are weak, and the stigma and poison haven't been removed. That little poison can kill you. Fortunately, you haven't stayed in the east palace for too long, otherwise..."
Yan recalled that the last time he went to the East Palace, he seemed to hear someone say that Duan Ruwang sent the Nanjiang woman to the East Palace, and when he went, the woman had left.
Probably at that time, the poisonous fragrance on the princess of Southern Xinjiang had not dispersed in the east palace for a long time, and was stained with a little on him.
Yan was afraid. In his last life, he stayed face to face with the Nanjiang princess for a moment and nearly died. Unexpectedly, he almost fell into her hands again this time.
"Fortunately, she is dead now," Yan said
Jun Jingxing didn't hear clearly: "who's dead?"
Year old Yan: "have you heard of the princess in southern Xinjiang? It's so beautiful. If you're still in the flower building, you'll give up the title of the first beauty. "
Jun Jingxing: "
Jun Jingxing's lips twitched: "I didn't want this title, and who told you that the Nanjiang princess is dead? Isn't she still fine, and now she has moved into the five emperors' womb. "
Year old Yan gave a "Ho" and didn't talk any more.
He clapped the bath bucket with a bang, and had no good way: "don't worry about the princess. You let Begonia change the hot water for me and replace the herbs with petals. The one with residual fragrance is the one that people can't stop!"
Jun Jingxing: "
Jun Jingxing said strangely, "what are you going to do? Why did you say you were going to sleep... "
Yan youyou looked at him.
Jun Jingxing took a breath and said in horror, "don't you... Leave the prince?"
Yan patted him on the shoulder and gave him an appreciative look: "young Xia, you are so smart that you guessed right."
Jun Jingxing hugged him and said with sincere admiration, "strong man, you are such a thief."