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Chapter 73 reckless action
After drawing the sign, Yan Ge should not be able to do it. After thinking about it, he still asked Wu Mo to go to gengxue Buddhist temple and steal the wooden sign back.
When Wumo came back, he handed him the signboard in a word and youyou asked, "young master, didn't you say you don't believe in God and Buddha?"
"Less nonsense."
Year old Yan sat cross legged on the couch, rattled the sign for a long time, glanced at it, and suddenly looked green.
Sign again.
Mo Mo leaned over: "What sign?"
Yan was so angry that he ordered Wumo: "bring me that charcoal basin!"
Without ink, the fire in the charcoal basin is burning vigorously.
Year old Yan knelt up, frowned and flipped in the sign box, picked out all the winning lots and threw them all in the sign box.
The fire burst into flames and crackled.
After throwing it, he held the sign in his hands, pretended to close his eyes piously, shook it twice, and a sign fell off.
Yan hurried to pick it up. His eyes bent and looked at his signature towards Wumo: "sign!"
No ink: "..."
Wumo said, "goodbye."
Even Wumo's selfless nature was speechless by Yan's behavior, not to mention duanmingchong.
Duan mingchong went to the couch and sat down. He pointed to the signature in Yan's hand and found that it was really signed.
Duan mingchong said helplessly, "why do you smoke this?"
The year-old Yan lined up the lottery on his couch and said, "the moral is good. Although he doesn't believe in God and Buddha, if the lottery is signed, it can give him a little hope and comfort."
Duan mingchong said, "what do you expect?"
Year old Yan paused with his fingers, raised his head and blinked cunningly: "marriage."
Duan mingchong: "
Duan mingchong didn't know how to react for a moment.
Fortunately, Yan was very tired of climbing the mountain today and tossed himself for a while. Soon he didn't have the strength to play again. Duan mingchong saw that he was so sleepy that he had to pester himself to solve the signing. He had to pick up one and coax him into saying a few words of profound blessing and everything. Yan gave up.
Contentedly, he wrapped a pile of labels with red rope, put them under his pillow, and lay down directly on it.
He went to bed early, brewing sleepiness on his own, and then completely lost consciousness.
Duan mingchong cleaned himself up and went back to the inner room. He saw Sui Yan curling up in bed with a quilt and sleeping soundly.
Duan mingchong couldn't help shaking his head. He stepped forward and tucked in his scattered quilt. He was about to get a quilt to sleep, but he heard that Sui Yan suddenly took a breath of cold air. His whole body trembled and suddenly woke up.
Yan always had nightmares like this. Duan mingchong was startled and hurried forward to see him.
Yan has opened his eyes. He doesn't know what nightmare he had. His forehead is full of cold sweat.
He gasped for a moment before he said, "Your Highness, is it dawn?"
Duan mingchong patted him on the chest and said softly, "you just fell asleep for a while. Did you have a nightmare?"
Yan looked at him in confusion and shook his head for a long time: "I don't know, I don't remember."
Duan mingchong's voice was softer: "then sleep a little longer. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Every time Yan had a nightmare, Duan mingchong would soothe him gently and say "I'm here". When Yan, who was sweating all over, heard this sentence, he miraculously calmed down, and his heart beat like a drum gradually calmed down.
Yan grabbed his sleeve and closed his eyes, but he insisted on saying, "you promised, don't go."
Duan mingchong smiled and said, "OK."
Yan's hand dropped gently and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Yan had not recovered from his illness before, and he didn't take medicine at night. He still had nightmares when he was asleep. But today, I don't know if Duan mingchong was around him. The faint smell of sandalwood has been lingering in his breath, making him feel safe in his sleep.
He had a messy nightmare tonight, but like a bystander, he didn't feel the same as before, so he didn't feel much fear.
In his dream, he saw flames rising into the sky, and the moon saw fiery red clothes dyed into inches of sparks, burning on him little by little.
He saw the palace collapse, sparks and snow falling.
The little prince, who had only a glimpse in his previous life, was not thigh high. Holding a glass bottle in his hand, he squatted curiously on the snow and shook. The cold cicadas inside made a deafening sound, mixed with the crackling fire around him.
Sui Yan was like a ghost standing in the ruins, his clothes flying fire. He stretched out his hand to the little prince playing by the fire sea and said, "Your Highness."
The little prince raised his head curiously and saw that he seemed very happy. His eyes bent slightly. He stood up and patted the black strange snow on his body, opened his small hands and rushed towards him happily.
Yan could have wanted to pick him up. When he opened his hand, he found that he was bathed in the sea of fire. He was startled and hurriedly said, "don't come here! Don't come! "
In the dream, he tore his heart and lungs to shout, but he felt powerless. He couldn't even make a mosquito sound. He could only watch Duan mingchong rush at him.
The flame immediately spread and burned to the little prince.
Duan mingchong uttered a painful cry burned by the flames.
Year old Yan: "Ming Chong!"
Duan mingchong bathed in fire, raised his head and looked at him blankly. His lips were pale and murmured, "ah Yan..."
Yan wanted to push him away, but he couldn't move at all. He could only watch the fire burn.
Then suddenly it was dark and the picture turned. After drinking a glass of wine, the young prince covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Yan was watching. He looked at the crowd around him and shouted for the doctor;
Duan Ruwang threw the cup down, and his face was full of strange smiles;
Duan Zhisu and Song Xian were pale and seemed shocked, and
And another self in the crowd.
The young year-old forgot to return, still holding an orange in his hand, and looked at the slowly falling prince at a loss.
At that time, he didn't know that this person's life and death decided his life.
Yan was a child and lived in dignity. If Duan mingchong didn't die in his previous life, he would live a carefree life and die of old age - just like this life.
Nian Yan, like the same passer-by, almost looked at the scene indifferently. The scene flashed past his eyes, and finally settled on Duan mingchong's pale wrist hanging on the ground.
Year old Yan thought in a daze: "in the previous life, he died, and I didn't have a good end. In this life, he is still alive, and I..."
"There are many obstacles and risks. If you make a mistake, you may end up in a bad end."
Year old Yan moved in confusion and thought: "... Do I have to die well?"
What is he reborn for?
Just after the time of Hai, Duan mingchong put down the Scriptures in his hand and was about to blow the lights to rest. Suddenly, he felt that Sui Yan was talking in a low voice.
He leaned forward and found that Yan was sobbing in a low voice.
Duan mingchong was stunned.
Except that Duan mingchong saw Yan cry when he couldn't bear the pain when he fell ill. Since then, even if Yan burst into tears, they all pretended to cry to win the sympathy of others.
Now, he's just sleeping. Why does he cry like a child?
Duan mingchong gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Yan still couldn't stop crying.
If you continue to cry like this, I'm afraid it will hurt your mind.
Duan mingchong thought for a moment, sighed slightly, lifted Yan's quilt, crept into it with light hands and feet, and then carefully gathered Yan into his arms.
Yan didn't know what sad thing he dreamed of again. When he cried, he didn't forget to put his two claws on duanmingchong's waist. It can be said that he didn't forget to take advantage of his sleep.
Duan mingchong was embarrassed, but he didn't want to wake him up, so he let him hug his waist and curl up in his arms.
Duan mingchong gently touched his head and said softly, "sleep, don't be afraid, there's nothing terrible."
Year old Yan seemed to be comforted by him. He leaned his face against Duan mingchong's chest. He didn't know what he was whispering, and gently rubbed Duan mingchong's body.
Tears rubbed him all over.
Duan mingchong sighed and felt that Sui Yan was still trembling slightly. He hugged Sui Yan and patted him on the back.
Year old Yan was comforted, finally stopped crying, and soon fell asleep.
Since then, there have been no nightmares.
instead.
Early in the morning, Yan was awakened by the sound of birds outside. He rubbed his eyes and stayed awake for a while. He felt his hands on the bed and found that the quilt was cold. Duan mingchong didn't know when he had gone out.
I don't know why, Yan felt soft all over. He carefully recalled his dream last night, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, so he had to believe that he had another traumatic nightmare.
Yan mumbled: "it seems that it's safer to see you every month."
He was about to lift the quilt to get up when he realized that something seemed wrong.
Without expression, Yan opened a corner of the quilt, looked inside, then Teng pressed the quilt, and his face turned red.
After sitting in bed for a long time, Yan Jiang finally digested the fact that he seemed to be a little rude. He wanted to cry and bury his head in the quilt for a long time before he suddenly got back into the quilt.
The quilt moved. Yan Fei quickly changed his clothes and ran out with his dirty middle coat.
He personally moved out the charcoal basin, avoided the people of the East Palace in the corner of the backyard, and threw his clothes into the charcoal basin.
Destroy the dead.
Year old Yan went back to his room with a red face. He felt even hotter from the charcoal basin. He opened the window and the chirping sparrows outside immediately fluttered away.
The falling snow on the eaves floated down and fell on Sui Yan's face, which made him excited and completely sober.
Yan put his arm on the window lattice and buried his head in it.
He killed himself, but he didn't expect that after living for 23 years in his previous life, plus more than three years in his present life, a man of 26 years old would still react like a hairy boy.
At the age of 15, Yan was implicated in being imprisoned in the royal palace when he was just connected with personnel. At that time, no one told him about the love between men and women. Later, because Duan Xichen was obscene to him, he was disgusted with the matter, and it took three or four years to ease back.
But by that time, he was already dying, and had no intention to take care of other things. It would be good to live, which led to his ignorance of love.
But haven't eaten pork. I've seen killing pigs. Even if don't understand it anymore, Yan has lived for more than 20 years. know that only a hairy boy of 14 or 15 years old can be so immature. In his dream
Yan was almost scratching his hair: "what did I dream of yesterday? Am I a beast? "
"Dirty! That's you! Why don't you burn your face together? What are you doing with your face? "
"Now I'm still in the temple. All the gods and Buddhas are looking at you - Oh, I don't believe in Buddhism - that's not good either! If you are so rude, you will be struck by thunder! "
After scolding himself, fearing that he would fall ill because of this embarrassing thing, he immediately used his old skills to explain himself.
"No, although I've lived so long, my body is only under the age of 20. It's when I'm young and frivolous. This should be very normal."
Normal
He whispered "normal" for a long time, and finally collapsed and beat the window lattice: "it's not normal to think about it, so I should bring the moon to see you!"
After complaining about himself for a long time, he quickly ran out, grabbed a palace man and said, "go find the accompanying cook. I have something to find him."
palace worker: "
The palace man's face was full of doubts. He didn't understand why the noble Lord didn't give them orders, instead of having to go to the cook.
After a while, Wumo came with steamed bread.
Yan Yan took the steamed bread seriously, stuffed one into his mouth and said, "I'm not..."
No ink frowned and said, "food doesn't speak."
Steamed buns everybody knows how to tell you how to tell you. I am going to tell you something. I know you know what I know. I'll let third people know that I burned your registered residence.
Seeing that he was so serious, Wumo also paid some attention to him.
"The Lord ordered me to go down the knife mountain. I won't go to the sea of fire."
Yan said, "go down the mountain and buy me a medical book about..."
Wumo was stunned and suspected that he was deaf. He tentatively asked, "about... What? Say it again. "
Year old Yan said word by word: "desire, fire, arrogance and action."
No ink: "..."
Year old Yan: "
They stared at each other.
A moment later, Yan quietly lowered his head and blushed to the root of his ears.
The author has something to say: no ink [broken voice]: my registered residence? Bring it, I'll burn it myself!!