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Chapter 79 assassination
Yan blinked: "what did your highness say?"
Duan mingchong looked at him with a more puzzled expression than him: "I... what did I say?"
Yan pointed to himself: "Your Highness said I was like this. What's the matter with me?"
Duan mingchong was confused for a moment, and his face suddenly became frightened. He stepped back and looked at Sui Yan like a monster.
Year old Yan stepped back and looked at Duan mingchong suspiciously, making sure he didn't show any terrible fangs.
After Duan mingchong was surprised, he sat down and put his hands on his knees. His heart beat wildly. He was so confused that he didn't know what to do.
Yan said, "Your Highness?"
Duan Ming Chongli shook his head: "no, I didn't say anything just now. You heard wrong."
Year old Yan stuck to the cup and said awkwardly, "do you want tea?"
Duan mingchong was stunned and his ears turned red.
"OK, OK."
Year old Yan poured a cup of freshly brewed tea and handed it to Duan mingchong. Seeing that Duan mingchong looked like he had seen a ghost, he didn't ask again.
When Duan mingchong was stimulated like this, Yan was happy both physically and mentally, but he also knew enough and stopped playing tricks on him.
He bent his knees and rubbed against the window lattice, pushed open the window, pointed to the woman dancing below, and said, "Your Highness, the Nanjiang woman I talked about before is her."
Duan mingchong drank half a glass of water and pressed down his inner frenzy. He looked down without trace, nodded and said in a dumb voice, "I know her."
The year-old Yan said, "a few days ago, I heard my brother say that the fifth Prince and imperial concubine Ning were convicted. This woman escaped. I don't know where she came from?"
He leaned half against the window lattice and looked down sideways. His eyelashes hung slightly and looked at some careless elegance. When he tilted his head and smiled at Duan mingchong, his royal highness, who was vaguely aware of his thoughts, only felt that his heart seemed to beat a half beat slowly.
Duan mingchong stared at him.
Year old Yan waited for a while, but did not wait for an answer. He wondered, "Your Highness?"
Duan Ming regained his mind, bowed his head and coughed shyly. Then he said, "at that time, she only stayed in Duanxi morning palace for a few days. Naturally, she didn't die. Maybe she was protected by Duan Ruwang. After all, the princess of Nanjiang is still from the previous dynasty. If she holds it in her hand, she can make many articles."
Year old Yan stooped slightly, supported the window lattice with his elbow, looked at Duan mingchong seriously with his cheek, and said: "Your Highness, I would rather have sinned a few days ago. Now Duan Xichen and Ning Guifei have suffered together. There are too many bright eyes in Beijing, you..."
Duan mingchong raised his head and looked at him.
Year old Yan smiled gently and said: "... Is it too feared?"
Duan mingchong sipped his pale lips and said, "I know."
Year old Yan continued to look at him askew and said, "you were born as a prince of a country. Your majesty likes to value you, but the heart of the emperor is unfathomable. Of course, you will be more afraid of you. You have been taught by your majesty and the grand Fu in the palace since childhood. You have read a lot of books about sages and sages. You can't understand this truth."
Duan mingchong nodded.
Year old Yan said, "even my brother thinks that you did what happened to Duanxi Chen and Ning Guifei. What about the others in the court?"
Duan mingchong's pupil shrinks and his hand holding the cup makes a sudden force.
After a long time, Duan Ming Chongcai whispered, "I know."
"I know."
Yan didn't say much. He also saw that Duan Ming had a number in his heart, but he had been taught since childhood, so he didn't make up his mind to fight hard. If he was fully prepared, he naturally knew what to do.
Just now, Duan mingchong was stimulated. Yan Shuang felt guilty after he finished. He had been vaguely aware that Duan mingchong had the same mind for himself as he had for him, but he was not sure because Duan mingchong had never been enlightened.
Today, performed a play with Jun Jingxing. Seeing Duan Ming's confused appearance that chongshensi did not belong to, Yan probably had a number in his heart.
He felt guilty and happy, and his smile became a little strange.
When Nian Yan wanted to comfort Duan mingchong, a shrill cry suddenly came out of the window. Then the window lattice behind Nian Yan was suddenly broken, wood chips flew down, and a group of people in black stormed in.
At the same time, the woman on the central platform of sweet water Lane suddenly scattered the red silk in her hands, and her slender palm suddenly waved a piece. The red cloth scattered into pieces of rags in the middle of the air and fell into the crowd.
After the red silk fell, didn't know what mechanism it was, but it suddenly exploded in place, sending out a burst of smoke.
For a moment, screams spread all over the long street.
Year old Yan was startled by the people who suddenly rushed in. He staggered at his feet and rushed straight towards Duan mingchong who stood up.
Surprised, Duan mingchong instinctively stretched out his hand and hugged him.
Year old Yan shrank in Duanming's arms and said in a astringent voice, "there are a bunch of fools wearing night clothes in the daytime."
Duan mingchong: "
His face was like drowning water. He took a few steps back with Sui Yan's waist. Before the arrival of the man in black, several dark guards appeared in the dark and blocked them.
At the age of 18, Yan Ben was most afraid that others would suddenly appear in front of him. Even if he was not an assassin, he could be scared to death. At this time, his legs were soft. Even if he was held by Duan mingchong, he couldn't stop sliding down.
Year old Yan climbed Duanming's broad shoulder, took a few breaths and said, "Your Highness, what are these people from?"
Duan mingchong's body was stiff. He didn't know whether to loosen Yan Yao's hand for a moment. He struggled for a moment before he came back to his mind. He said in a dumb voice, "Xu is... The people of Nanjiang and Duan Ruwang..."
Sui Yan nodded.
Duan Xichen has been completely abolished in the past three years. In addition, Peaceful Distance has been convicted this year, and even the imperial concubine Ning is not popular with the emperor. Duan Ruwang has added fuel to the fire behind him. Somehow, he lobbied them to assassinate Yan and Duan mingchong.
Year old Yan didn't know whether Duan Xichen had really sent someone to assassinate the prince at this time, and didn't know how Duan Ruwang did it. He even took the lead and put Duan Xichen on the charge of murdering the prince.
The emperor was suspicious. In recent years, his feelings for the crown prince have become much weaker. If something like this happens, it will naturally guess that the crown prince moved his hands and feet.
And now it's new year's Eve, and the crown prince is stabbed in the long street again. Once the matter reaches the emperor's ears, I'm afraid Duan Ruwang's wishful thinking will fall into the air.
The heart of the emperor is unpredictable. As long as Beilan emperor thinks about it, he can figure out who completely lost Duanxi Chen in the name of secretly harming the prince, and also put the blame on the prince.
Duan mingchong retreated to the outer room with Sui Yan in his arms. His eyes looked coldly at the assassin glued to the dark guard in front of him, and his hands unconsciously exerted a little force.
The assassination was a coincidence.
If Duan Ruwang had set up this bureau to make the emperor suspicious of Duan mingchong's framing his brother, he would not take advantage of this time to arrange someone to assassinate the prince in the busy street.
Duan mingchong was slightly absent-minded.
Who sent the assassin this time?
Duan Xi lost his power early in the morning. Is that Duan Zhisu who has been watching the disputes between the DPRK and China? If it was him, why would he do this?
Before he came up with a solution, Yan suddenly hissed in his arms. It seemed that he was in pain.
Duan Ming stood upright and bowed his head.
Year old Yan was crooked in his arms, his face was pale, and he kept breaking his hands out.
At this time, Duan mingchong found that his hand on Sui Yan's waist unconsciously used strong force. Seeing that Sui Yan was pale, he knew that it was probably pinching pain.
Duan mingchong immediately released his hands as if he had touched a hot potato. Before he could react, Sui Yan's legs softened and fell out of his arms.
Bang.
Yan stood on his elbow and looked up blankly at Duan mingchong who fell him.
Yan trembled and said, "hall, your highness?"
Duan mingchong hurriedly came to help him.
The dark guard on one side fought with the assassin, but for a moment, the man in black jumped out of the window again, several leaps disappeared in the crowd, and the woman on the high platform had already disappeared.
The sweet water lane was in chaos.
Duan mingchong didn't take care of the assassin who ran away. He only hastily ordered the dark guard on one side to find out what happened outside. He carefully helped Sui Yan to sit on the soft couch in the outer room, and stood beside him uneasily.
Year old Yan's knees hurt and his waist hurt. Ouch, ouch, after sitting still, he looked at Duan mingchong and waited for him to give himself an explanation.
Duan mingchong looked down at him calmly, but he looked at him for a moment and staggered his eyes at a loss.
Year old Yan: "
Duan mingchong tilted his head, his ears turned red and said in a dumb voice, "does it still hurt?"
Year old Yan: "hiss, it hurts. I can't tell whether you pinch it or fall it."
Yan yangzun, a year old, was excellent. Apart from being pricked by Jun Jingxing, he had never suffered such a crime. He tore away his robe, whispered something, and stretched his hand to the waist seal.
Duan mingchong pressed his hand and looked at him in horror: "what are you... What are you doing?"
Year old Yan looked at him inexplicably: "let me see if my waist has been pinched by you?"
Duan mingchong retracted his hand like touching fire, and his ears became more red.
I don't know if Duan mingchong's illusion is true. Since he just touched some taboo feelings for Yan, no matter what Yan did, he had a feeling of blushing and heartbeat.
Year old Yan seduced people without knowing it. He was about to take off his waist seal, but he saw Duan mingchong gently pull up his hand and said, "someone will deal with it here. I'll open a new elegant room for you and undress where there is no one..."
Duan mingchong pursed his lips, turned his head unnaturally, and whispered: "... It's too cold here. You'll catch a cold."
As soon as Yan turned his head, he stared at the big eyes of the dark guard of the East Palace, and nodded vaguely: "Oh."
——OK, bullied you just now. Now what you say is what you say.
Because of his guilt, Yan listened to Duan mingchong's advice. He didn't say much. Duan mingchong held him tightly to one side and opened an elegant room.
In the chaotic sweet water lane, Jun Jingxing walked into a narrow lane in his cloak. He heard the loud noise outside. He was about to go out and have a look. A figure fell from the sky and fell in front of him.
Jun Jingxing stepped down and waited to see clearly the eyes of the people in front of him.
The man in front of him was dressed in red silk. The skirt was too short to expose his slender legs and forearms. His skin was blue in the cold, but his face remained unchanged.
Jun Jingxing said coldly, "Princess of Southern Xinjiang."
The princess's black hair was wrapped in red silk and draped on her back. There were cumbersome patterns on her collarbone. It seemed to be a totem flower in southern Xinjiang.
She put on heavy makeup, gently lifted her lips and exhaled, "I have no wish. Lord Hou asked me to explain to you."
Jun Jingxing: "
She doesn't want to play anything like anything. Her face can be easily looked out, but at this time, she not only has a woman's face, but her body is beautiful and thin, and her slim waist can't be grasped. It should not be easy to look out with the function of shrinking bones.
On weekdays, she is very timid and introverted, but when she is easy to become someone else, in order to prevent her from revealing her stuffing, her temperament will change. At first, her identity will be exposed, and her temperament will not change for a moment and a half.
In the weekdays, all the desires are wrapped tightly in a black robe, and even the face can't show.
Jun Jingxing had never seen such an enchanting wish. He swallowed his saliva hard and said in a trembling voice, "are you a woman?"
He glanced at his clothes and said, "you too."
Jun Jingxing: "
Jun Jingxing almost roared, "I'm not!"
I know that everyone has some unspeakable hobbies. I understand. You don't have to explain more
Jun Jingxing: "
You know a ghost!