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Chapter 3 death seeking
Year old Yan had a thick skin. He even bent his eyes slightly towards the man and said in his heart, "dear mother, who is this man?"
Before he could think of a reason, there was a sound of Begonia outside the door: "young master, your Highness the crown prince and your Highness the third are here."
Yan was stunned. Then the door was opened recklessly. When he looked back, he saw a young man break in with an indifferent face. It seemed that he was going to cut people.
Yan blinked.
Begonia kept complaining and hurriedly said, "Your Highness has seen it, young master. He really hasn't recovered."
Year old Yan immediately made a weak appearance, coughed twice and said, "I've seen your highness three."
At the lower end of the three halls, he looked cold, and his face was still childish. He was still half a teenager, but he first saw the clue of killing and cutting.
He glanced at old Yan and frowned. Behind him was Song Xian, who had watched the excitement since childhood.
Originally, Song Xian came to drop a stone in the well, but when he saw Yan's body and pale face, his face suddenly sank down. He came over and shouted, "Why are you so thin and look weaker than before? Do those Royal doctors eat dry food? Waste! "
As soon as Haitang saw Song Xian, he didn't give him a good face. Seeing that he had the posture of patting his hand on Sui Yan's shoulder, Haitang rushed over and protected Sui Yan very shamelessly. Sui Yan walked to the couch and sat apart Song Xian's hand.
"My young master is still ill. Young master song, it's better not to do anything."
Song Xian: "
Song Xian was angry, but it was not easy to attack in front of Duan Zhisu. He had to hum and stop talking.
Year old Yan coughed and scolded, "Begonia, don't be rude."
Duan Zhisu kept staring at Yan Yan's pale face. Seeing him standing by the couch, he dared not sit down because of his identity. He hurried forward and held his arm to let him lean on the couch. His voice was cold and said, "don't move if you're not in good health. What are you doing just now? The cold wind blowing by the window? Oh, you deserve it. You haven't recovered for so long. "
Duan Zhisu came from the outside, and his body was inevitably cold. As soon as he approached, he shook Nian Yan's whole body. Then he took off his cold cloak, held Nian Yan against the couch, and pulled the quilt over him.
Yan smiled and said, "thank you, your highness."
Duan zhusu's eyes were heavy and didn't speak again, because he was afraid that he couldn't control it when he opened his mouth.
Because there is no one in Sui Fu all the year round, Sui Yan has been in the palace since he was a child. He grew up at the emperor's knee with Duan Zhisu. He has a deep friendship. Otherwise, according to Sui Yan's nature, he would not have spent so many years in the Korean authorities to rehabilitate Duan Zhisu.
Duan Zhisu looked at him and said coldly, "thank you for what? You tell me, why hasn't your body recovered for so long? Isn't it just a little cold?"
Year old Yan said innocently, "where do I know? I'm not a royal doctor. I drink the medicine they prescribe. "
As soon as his voice fell, there was a sullen smile outside the door. Just now, the dark boy was standing in front of the door and looked at him with a smile.
Yan YILENG at the age of.
Just now Haitang said that two guests came and Duan Zhisu recognized them. This one is probably Duan mingchong, the crown prince who died young.
Yan hurriedly planned to get up and salute, but Duan mingchong smiled and said, "little marquis is is ill. Don't be polite."
Duan Zhisu tucked back the quilt he had opened.
Duan mingchong has a good temper and looks like a gentleman. He smiled and said, "my father asked Gu to visit the little marquis. He happened to meet brother Sanhuang at chenganmen and came together."
It is said that the crown prince is gentle, cautious and loved by the emperor. As long as he doesn't make any big mistakes in rebellion, the emperor must belong to him in the Ninth Five Year Plan after a hundred years. The only blame is that he didn't live to adulthood and was buried by a cup of poisonous wine.
In his previous life, Yan revolved around Duan Zhisu and didn't spend much time on Duan mingchong. Because he died early and didn't make more contact with him, he didn't recognize who this person was just now.
Duan Zhisu touched Sui Yan's forehead with a really intimate attitude, which made Sui Yan shake unconsciously.
In his opinion, the two had not seen each other for ten years. Rao was close again when he was a child. At this time, it really made him uncomfortable.
The end holds Su's eyebrows tighter: "is it cold?"
Yan nodded and said with a smile, "it's cold. I'm shivering when I look at his Highness's face."
Duan Zhisu glared at him angrily and said, "my birthday will be in a while. My father and Emperor kindly allowed me to buy a new prince's house outside the palace. You can take good care of me and don't forget."
When Sui Yan heard this, Yu Guang suddenly glanced at Duan mingchong.
If he remembered correctly, it was on Duan Zhisu's birthday that Duan mingchong died when he was jointly designed by the second prince and the fifth prince.
Duan Zhisu looked at him and said coldly, "if I don't see you at that time, I will let someone come and tie you up."
At the age of 18, Yan immediately returned to his mind and begged for mercy.
Even in his last life, he died under Duan Zhisu's poisonous wine, but he didn't see the last side of the man with his own eyes. He still felt some dreams. As a result, he couldn't hate Duan Zhisu. Instead, he hated the innocent Song Xian and wanted to beat him up.
Song Xian was bewildered by his almost biting gaze.
There were too many birthday matters. Duan Zhisu didn't sit for long. He was cold and wordy. He left first with Song Xian.
Yan was relieved.
Duan mingchong has been sitting gracefully in a chair, holding the tea made by Begonia and smiling at Sui Yan. He seems to be very curious about him.
The crown prince is obviously one year younger than Yan, but looking at Yan gives people a kind of indulgence and indulgence when watching children's mischief.
Yan shuddered again and said with a smile, "Your Highness, you have seen it. Is there anything else to tell you to forget to return?"
The crown prince said to Haitang, "go and boil a bowl of medicine for your young master."
Yan's face is green.
Begonia didn't know why, but the crown prince didn't dare not obey the order and ran away.
When there was no one else in the room, Yan Yan broke down and said, "Your Highness, can you let me go?"
Duan mingchong said with a smile: "I heard that the imperial doctor in the palace was helpless about the little Marquis's disease. I really wondered if the people in the hospital were too lazy to treat the Marquis, which made you ill for a long time. Unexpectedly, I saw a good play."
Duan mingchong always looks warm and warm, and Yan is a cheeky person who knows everyone. Seeing that Duan mingchong didn't expose himself in front of Duan Zhisu, he regrets that this person is really considerate and doesn't speak as rigidly as before.
"Your Highness is right to ignore this. The medicine prescribed by those imperial doctors is so bitter that people's tongue can grow grass. If I drink their medicine, I'm afraid I will ascend to heaven earlier."
Duan mingchong put down the teacup in his hand and said softly, "the good medicine tastes bitter. The little marquis is's golden body. Don't hide from the doctor."
With that, Duan mingchong seemed to remember something. He frowned lightly and suddenly said, "is there anything you can't see?"
Yan nearly choked to death by his saliva: "ah? Cough... What? "
Duan mingchong thought: "a few days ago, I saw that you had been rescued, but you jumped into the water without saying a word. Now you are so unwell, but you don't want to drink medicine..."
What he said was orderly and reasonable, and Yan became more and more guilty - even though he didn't know what he was guilty of.
Year old Yan Gan explained with a smile: "that time, ah, oh, that time, thank your Highness for saving my life. At that time, I just jumped down because my brain was a little unclear and confused, and drank medicine... Er..."
While talking, Begonia had brought the medicine warm in the small stove outside, put it down gently, and went down with eyesight.
Duan mingchong personally brought it to Yan's bed. Yan Lian hurriedly said, "please, your highness, I'll just come by myself."
Duan mingchong handed him the medicine and looked at him with a smile.
Yan was so uncomfortable that he had to take a sip of medicine and swallow it hard.
Duan mingchong didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but he saw that his predecessor's face suddenly turned pale, and all the medicine he had just drunk vomited out.
Yan's Chinese medicine bowl fell and sprinkled it on the brocade quilt.
He fell on the head of the bed and coughed violently. The sound was so tragic that it seemed that he had to spit out his internal organs.
Duan mingchong seemed to be shocked. He hurried forward and patted Sui Yan on the back.
Half a day later, Yan collapsed and stopped coughing.
Duan mingchong said in horror, "what's the matter with you?"
Year old Yan coughed his mouth full of blood. He forced out a smile and said, "old problems don't hinder us. Let your highness laugh. I hope your highness won't tell the emperor about it, so that uncle Huang won't worry about me. "
Duan mingchong, the crown prince of a country, didn't have much shelf and didn't feel dirty. He picked up a handkerchief and helped him wipe the medicine stains on his lips.
He finally saw that the person in front of him was not spoiled, arrogant and wanton, nor did he want to die. He really couldn't drink the medicine.
Duan mingchong looked at his pale face full of cold sweat and frowned, "how long has it been like this?"
Yan was as angry as a hairspring and said in a dumb voice, "it's been half a month."
Duan mingchong frowned more tightly. He was so ill that he couldn't take medicine for half a month. Where could his body stand it?
No wonder his wrist hanging on the edge of the bed is so thin that he can circle one hand.
Yan looked at the young man in front of him. He was obviously younger than him and wanted to look like an adult. He couldn't help laughing.
Duan mingchong said, "what are you laughing at?"
Yan shook his head and said, "is your highness going to the third Highness's birthday this time?"
Duan mingchong helped him wipe his face and said suspiciously, "brother Sanwang has sent the post to the east palace. Naturally, he is going to go. Why did you say that?"
Year old Yan Xin said, I can't directly say that it's your burial place. If you really say it, Duan mingchong may think he's crazy.
Yan was born cold and thin. When he mentioned this, it was the limit. When he saw that Duan mingchong didn't want to listen to him, he closed his mouth and stopped talking.
Duan Ming lived in the east palace for a long time. It was rare to come out once. He stayed in the old Yan hospital for half an hour and got up and left.
Year old Yan Qiang propped up his body to see him off. He didn't take back his sight until he left the corner.
Li Zhao walked out of the door and put a cloak on him. He disagreed: "young Marquis, it's cold outside. You'd better go back and have a rest."
Yan Yanyan shook her head: "the room is too stuffy. I come out to breathe. Don't worry about me."
Li Zhao still wanted to say something, but seeing Yan's worried appearance, he left.
Yan looked down at the knee high snow outside the corridor, stood on the edge with a column on one side, and kicked his feet out.
"It seems a little crazy?" Year old Yan Bai thought in boredom, "can't you solve the knot? It seems not. It's because I'm too open that I feel that the world is too boring. "
Yan youyou sighed, "it's not worth it."
Then he closed his eyes, rolled directly from the corridor into the snow and buried his whole body.
There were not many people to serve in the partial courtyard of Hou's house. When Yan fell into the snow, no one found him. He was happy and looked at the gloomy horizon with his eyes.
"It's so cold." Yan Xindao, then turned around and thought that death seemed to be so cold all the time, so he was relieved.
The chill came inch by inch. When Yan finally felt that he was going to sleep again, one hand suddenly stretched out from the snow and pulled him up.
Yan was already weak. He was dragged out of his long sleep. He was too cold to see clearly. He could only vaguely see the darkness in front of him.
A moment before he passed out, he heard Duan mingchong's voice ringing through his ears.
"Forget to return at the age of!"