Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)

Chapter 40: the truth

At first, Duan Mingchong thought he was drowsy, and reached out to half-hold him in his arms and wanted to take him to the bed, but Sui Yan didn’t know what he was going crazy and suddenly threw out of his arms and continued to lean on the incense burner. , Dazedly touched the carved flower on the incense burner with his hand.

Duan Ming Chong was uncertain.

The palace man on the side whispered: “Little Houye has already burnt incense like this, so I won’t listen to any persuasion, I must stay here at the incense burner.”

Duan Mingchong felt that something was wrong. He tried to step forward and touched Sui Yan’s forehead, a piece of his tentacles hot.

Sui Yan probably felt comfortable, and slightly raised his head to rub his hand.

“Hurry up and find an imperial doctor.”

The palace man ran away in a hurry.

Duan Mingchong took a deep breath and whispered, “Ayan, do you still recognize me?”

Sui Yan looked at him staringly, and then said, “Ming, Ming Chong.”

Duan Mingchong’s voice became softer: “It’s cold underground, can you go to bed and fall asleep?”

Sui Yan stared at him blankly, then tilted his head for a long while, and said, “Then you give me some incense?”

Duan Mingchong’s doubts, light incense?

Duan Mingchong hurriedly coaxed him: “Okay, light the incense, I’ll order it right away.”

Sui Yan stretched out a hand to him and said aggrieved: “I can’t stand up anymore, you pull me.”

Duan Mingchong sighed, just half-hugged him directly, and finally put him on the bed.

Sui Yan lay on the couch, fluttering constantly, muttering: “Fragrant, Ming Chong, light the incense.”

Duan Mingchong sat on the side of the couch and pressed his hand to save him from hurting himself. He comforted: “Well, well, I will give you some incense immediately.”

Soon, the palace people put the soothing incense in the incense burner and lit it.

Sui Yan sniffed, and suddenly started a fire, and patted Duan Mingchong’s hand away: “This is not my fragrance!”

Duan Mingchong: “What?”

Sui Yan struggled to crawl under the bed, Duan Ming Chong hurriedly held him down, and caught him with his hands trapped in his arms: “Ayan?!”

Sui Yan didn’t have much energy as soon as the addiction to the fragrance of medicine came up. After struggling twice, he was hugged by Duan Mingchong.

“Ming Chong, Ming Chong…”

He has been yelling Duan Mingchong’s name softly, crying and laughing, clamoring for the incense.

Duan Mingchong has been holding him tightly, and he scratched a bloodstain on his neck in the chaos.

Not long afterwards, Yu Yu Physician Meng, who was on duty at the Taiyuan Hospital, hurried over and saw Sui Yan’s appearance. He hurriedly asked him to hold his hands and explore it up and down, so that people boiled the tranquilizer and gave Sui Yan the medicine. Go down.

Sui Yan fell asleep faintly until five days after the toss.

Yu Doctor Meng looked worried and said, “His Royal Highness, it seems that Young Master Hou is still addicted to a certain kind of medicine.”

Duan Mingchong was tired and frowned, “Addicted?”

“It’s like Five Stone Powder.” Yu Yuyi Meng explained, “I am afraid that the stigma was too toxic at the time, and I had to use this kind of medicinal fragrance to relieve pain, and I became addicted to it.”

Duan Mingchong was a little dazed, and said with difficulty: “Can… be cured?”

Yuyu Meng said: “Looking at the appearance of Xiaohouye, it shouldn’t take long. It’s just like before. It’s noisy and fragrant. It will be fine if you have to pass it. But in the future, the medicinal fragrance can no longer be used. Touched.”

Duan Ming Chong nodded blankly.

Sending away the doctor Meng, Duan Mingchong returned to the side hall.

Sui Yan couldn’t sleep well, because the circle of finger marks on his pinched wrist while struggling was shocking.

When it was about to come to the court, Duan Mingchong didn’t plan to go to bed anymore. He simply turned over the ointment, applied a little bit of medicine to the finger marks on Sui Yan’s wrist, and then gently wrapped it with white gauze.

He sat on the couch and stared at Sui Yan’s sleeping face for a long time before he was urged by the palace to change into court clothes and go to court.

When Sui Yan slept three rods before waking up, he rubbed his eyes in a daze. When he sat up, he noticed a dull pain in his wrist, and he was wrapped in white yarn a few times.

He had no impression of what happened last night, and looked at it in doubt. At this moment, Duan Ming admired the door and saw him waking up. He smiled and said, “It’s just right to be awake, and the medicine has just finished cooking.”

Sui Yan didn’t know why: “What medicine?”

Duan Ming Chongqi said: “Don’t you remember?”

“Huh?” Sui Yan lifted the quilt, took the clothes on the side and put it on, and said vaguely, “What happened last night, I got fever again?”

Seeing that Sui Yan’s appearance doesn’t seem to be remembered, Duan Ming Chong nodded calmly, and said, “Well, yes.”

Sui Yan was waited on to wash up, and sat at the table well.

The palace man brought the medicine to him, and he was not as noisy as he was in the Hou Mansion, he held it and drank it very meekly, and there was no medicine left.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Duan Mingchong smiled and said, “Will you have medicated food at noon?”

Sui Yan was taken aback: “Ah? Am I not going back to the house?”

Duan Mingchong stretched out his hand and touched Sui Yan’s palm, and found that it was a bit ice, so he brought a small hand stove and stuffed it into his palm, and said indifferently: “I went to your place a few days ago. I heard someone say that you don’t want to watch it. Doctor, what is going on?”

Sui Yan didn’t know why he suddenly said this, blinked his eyes, and said, “Now my Royal Highness is injured, the hospital is in a mess. I just have a minor illness and a pain. Just take the medicine. You don’t need to trouble the imperial doctor to go out of the palace. One trip.”

Duan Mingchong seemed to have expected that he would answer this way, and smiled: “If this is the case, then you should stay in the palace for a few more days. The East Palace is relatively close to the residence of Brother Five Emperors, and the Royal Doctor Meng comes here every day. I will treat you for one or two without any trouble.”

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan couldn’t figure out that he just slept, how did the world become like this-yesterday he still stayed in the East Palace unwilling to leave, but today Duan Mingchong took the initiative to keep him, staying for many days.

Sui Yan naturally did not refuse to be able to be with Duan Mingchong at all times in the Donggong Palace. He nodded and said, “The emperor…”

Duan Mingchong sighed in relief when he heard his promise.

Sui Yan let out an “Oh”, feeling even more at a loss, not sure why Duan Mingchong had prepared so well in advance.

After the meal, Yu Yu doctor Meng came over again to help reluctant Sui Yan to check his pulse, and then left with a prescription.

Sui Yan hated the imperial doctor for prescribing him the most, and said, “His Royal Highness, how long do I have to drink? It’s just getting hot, it’s okay.”

Duan Mingchong smiled: “Don’t like to drink medicine?”

Sui Yan whispered: “Who would like to drink medicine?”

Duan Mingchong handed the prescription to the palace clerk to decoct the medicine, and brought the prepared cakes to Sui Yan, and said, “Then I will drink with you later.”

Sui Yan was lying on the soft couch by the window and reading a book. Hearing that he almost turned off the couch, he stared at Duan Mingchong with wide eyes.

“His Royal Highness?”

Duan Ming Chong said: “What’s wrong?”

Sui Yan saw that his look turned out to be serious, and said hurriedly: “It’s three-point medicine. Your Royal Highness is healthy. Don’t, don’t worry about it. If I drink it, I drink it. Isn’t it OK if I drink it obediently?”

Duan Mingchong put a small blanket on him and said: “Take care of your body and don’t always think about it.”

Sui Yan lay on the small soft couch and said innocently, “I didn’t think about it.”

Duan Mingchong did not speak.

Yu Physician Meng diagnosed Sui Yan’s pulse that day and noticed two more serious symptoms, one is the residual poison of the stigma, and the other is the stagnation of qi from depression.

If the residual poison in the body is well maintained, it can be eliminated slowly, but the other one is not so curable.

Duan Mingchong recalled what the Imperial Doctor Meng had said, and his face sank slightly.

“Looking at the pulse condition, Master Xiao Hou seems to have been overwhelmed for many years and become depressed in his heart. On weekdays, there is nothing serious about it, but if it becomes more serious, he may have thoughts of self-harm or suicide.”

The words of Yuyu Meng reminded Duan Mingchong of the appearance of Sui Yan walking towards the lake at the palace feast years ago.

Sui Yan usually watched alive and kicking. If it weren’t for Yu Doctor Meng, Duan Mingchong could hardly imagine that he would still suffer from emotional depression.

“Is there any medicine that can cure it?”

Yu Doctor Meng said, “It depends on Master Xiaohou himself.”

Duan Mingchong couldn’t figure out why Sui Yan, who had grown up in a honeypot, would still think about it for years and years, until he was so stubborn, and how much of his gimmick and indulgence was true?

Duan Mingchong inhaled lightly, and then barely smiled for a long time: “I didn’t think that nature is good.”

In the afternoon, Duan Mingchong sent someone to Sui’anhou’s mansion to get some change of laundry. Not long after, two trucks arrived in a mighty manner. Those who didn’t know thought that Sui Xiaohou was going to be married to the Donggong.

Duan Mingchong was also taken aback. Seeing that the palace staff were moving boxes by boxes, he hurriedly asked, “Isn’t it just a matter of moving for a few days? How can you move so many?”

The palace man was also full of food: “The housekeeper of Sui’anhou’s mansion said that Master Xiaohou was extremely difficult to serve. It’s all packed.”

Duan Mingchong: “…”

The laymen moved lightly in the partial hall, and Duan Mingchong was too tired to retreat, sighed quietly, when he returned to the sleeping hall, he found Sui Yan had put the book on his face, and I don’t know when he had fallen asleep. went.

Duan Mingchong was a little dumbfounded, but he slept very heartlessly.

Duan Ming Chong lightly hugged him onto the couch and covered him with a quilt. Sui Yan was moved stunned and did not wake up. He didn’t know what he had whispered, and turned over and continued to fall asleep.

At this moment, the man came in with a box: “Your Highness.”

Duan Mingchong gave him a “hush”, put the curtain down and walked out of the inner room, before he said, “What’s in the box?”

Gong Ren said: “The butler said it was the incense used by the little Hou Ye on weekdays.”

Duan Mingchong’s pupils shrank, and he stepped forward to open the lid and took a look. When he saw that it seemed to be a brand new fragrance, he didn’t know what he thought of, and closed the lid with a calm expression.

“You don’t need to put it in the side hall, take it to Imperial Doctor Meng to check it out.”

Gong Ren said: “Yes.”

After taking the medicine, Sui Yan was extremely lethargic, and she slept all afternoon with Mi Mi Xing Xing. At night, she was coaxed by Duan Ming Chong to take some medicine and fell asleep again.

After Duan Mingchong waited for him to fall asleep, he got up and went to the study.

“Is there any problem with that incense?”

Gong Ren said: “Doctor Meng said, it’s just an ordinary soothing incense with a few special medicines, but it doesn’t get in the way.”

Duan Mingchong nodded: “What happened to what you asked you to check?”

The palace man put down the box, touched the ground on one knee, and said in a low voice: “Six-year-old Hou Ye is a stigma at the birthday banquet of the first three princes.”

Duan Mingchong shook his hand and almost knocked the inkstone beside him to the ground. He couldn’t say anything: “Duan Zhisu…didn’t he have a good relationship with Sui Yan? Why do you want to harm him?”

The palace man’s face was pale, and he smashed his head before saying with difficulty: “The three princes are not Xiaohouye, but you…”

Duan Mingchong was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

He suddenly remembered the wine he hadn’t had time to drink at the time, and Sui Yan, who was extremely clear last moment, but suddenly became drunk when he was about to drink and bumped into him.

Duan Mingchong figured this out, and suddenly felt cold all over his body.

The reason why Sui Yan has become so frail and sickly now is because…

Because of yourself?