Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)

Chapter 58: Compared

Sui Yan greedily rubbed Chong’s warm palm for a while before he suddenly recovered.

He held the back of Duan Mingchong’s hand suddenly stiff, and looked up at him with difficulty.

Duan Mingchong looked at him with a smile, without the disgust and alienation he had imagined on his face.

Sui Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He gently lowered Duan Mingchong’s hand and said, “I offended your Highness. I was frustrated just now.”

Duan Mingchong smiled and said, “It’s nothing, did the genius doctor Jun do something to provoke you?”

Sui Yan gritted his teeth with hate, just wanting to find a place for himself to beat Jun Jingxing, and he didn’t say anything to Duan Ming Chongduo, and he didn’t know how to speak. No matter what, he was embarrassed and had to say. : “No, I just want to discuss one thing with him, it’s not very important.”

Duan Mingchong knew that this was a lie when he almost jumped around in anger just now, and when he saw that he didn’t want to say it, he didn’t mention it anymore.

Sui Yan said, “How come your Royal Highness comes to the Hou Mansion today?”

Duan Ming Chong said: “I just came to pass on the decree for my father, and congratulate General Sui by the way, so I wanted to take a look at you, you seemed like yesterday…”

Sui Yan immediately said, “Don’t mention yesterday, don’t mention it! Please don’t mention it, Your Highness!”

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Duan Mingchong blinked: “What?”

Sui Yan said in anguish: “Don’t mention it, don’t ask anything. I invite your palace to drink in the bar in our courtyard. Doctor Jun made a few jars of peach blossom wine by himself a few years ago. The wine tastes different.”

Duan Ming Chongqi said: “The wine of the genius doctor? Did he let you dig it?”

Sui Yan: “Who cares about him to die? Go, it’s planted under the cherry tree in my yard, I will now let someone take a shovel-Begonia? Begonia!”

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Duan Mingchong didn’t hold him, Sui Yan ran out with the wind, and after a while, he and Haitang carried a shovel and came over happily.

Duan Mingchong: “Ayan…”

He had just called out a name when Sui Yan grabbed his hand and ran towards the courtyard quickly.

Duan Mingchong was dragged by him to a trot all the way, and finally stopped under the bare cherry tree.

Sui Yan and Haitang took a ladder and hung small red lanterns on the cherry tree. There were small red tassels underneath, which looked very festive.

Sui Yan raised his head slightly to look at the cherry tree, and ran a half circle around the tree before determining the position. He tilted his head slightly and smiled at Duan Ming Chong: “Your Highness, come on, right here!”

The boy’s smile was open and wanton, standing among the broken red, for a moment Duan Mingchong was stunned.

“His Royal Highness?”

Only then did Duan Mingchong come back to his senses, and walked over in a daze, looking down to hide the inexplicable panic and throbbing in his heart: “Here.”

Sui Yan and Haitang dug a deep hole under the cherry tree with their spades, and Duan Mingchong watched them, but they were rather absent-minded.

Haitang suddenly said, “Master, the shovel seems to have touched something.”

Sui Yan squatted by the pit, hurriedly said: “Dig it out!”

Haitang is used to getting along with Jun Jingxing, and he likes the only genius doctor who can control his young master. He hesitates and said: “Master, this is specially brewed by the gentleman. It looks very precious, you are just like that. I dig someone’s wine without saying hello, isn’t it…”

Is it unkind?

Sui Yan heard his unfinished words and sneered: “Why didn’t he think about being honest or kind when he passed me false news? Stop talking nonsense and dig for me. I only dig a jug of wine and try it out. What’s wrong with me by the way? Is he so stingy?”

No one can refute Sui Yan’s upright and arrogant fallacy. Haitang didn’t dare to say any more. He said, “Hey”, his hand shoveled away a little bit of soil, revealing a wine jar.

Sui Yan said: “That’s it! Just it, give it to me.”

Haitang was covered with soil, and he didn’t dislike it and picked up the soiled wine jar, and said, “This is all mud on it. Beware of soiling the young master’s clothes. I will find something to wipe clean before giving it to You send it to the room.”

Sui Yan was still very relieved of Haitang, stood up and patted the dirt on his clothes: “Okay, go and get back.”

Haitang ran away like a wine rabbit.

Sui Yan then turned around: “His Royal Highness, shall we enter the house… Your Highness, Your Highness?”

Sui Yan called several times, and Duan Ming Chongcai came back to his senses: “I’m here, what’s the matter?”

Sui Yan seldom saw Duan Mingchong seem unreasonable, and he was taken aback for a moment before saying: “I just said to enter the house.”

Duan Mingchong nodded: “Okay.”

The two entered Sui Yan’s room, a faint scent of soothing fragrance in the room, the window was ajar, and you could see the Sumei blooming outside the window at a glance.

Sui Yan entertained Duan Mingchong to sit down. After a while, Haitang moved a small stove and put the wine on it. Soon, the wine rolled.

Sui Yan poured a cup for Duan Ming Chong, and said as if offering a treasure: “Your Royal Highness has a taste.”

In the last life, when there was nothing to do, he would make wine for him, but at that time I was not in good health. Even if I can drink, it can only be some mild peach blossom wine or medicinal wine. Think about it.

Duan Mingchong took the cup, took a sip, and chuckled: “It’s really good.”

Sui Yan was very proud of her eyes, as if she was complimenting him.

Duan Mingchong finished a cup slowly, and saw that Sui Yan didn’t seem to have any plans to drink, and he was puzzled: “Aren’t you going to taste it?”

Sui Yan shook his head: “I can’t drink.”

Duan Ming Chong was taken aback: “What?”

Three years ago, at the Xiaonian banquet in the palace, I seemed to have seen Sui Yan drinking, but since then, it seems that Sui Yan hasn’t touched it.

Sui Yan pursed his lips, glanced at the boiled wine, and said for a long time: “I originally liked it, but afterwards I vomited when I drank it, and my throat hurts.”

Duan Mingchong’s hand stiffened.

Sui Yan saw Duan Mingchong’s face suddenly sinking, realizing that he might have misunderstood something, and hurriedly said, “No, it’s not that there is a problem with this wine, it is purely my own problem.”

As Duan Mingchong watched him explain more and more chaos, his eyes suddenly became dim.

He suddenly remembered.

Strictly speaking, Sui Yan’s refusal to drink started from the dignified birthday banquet.

Because that day, he drank a glass of poisonous wine.

Duan Mingchong only felt that his beating heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and it hurt his chest.

In a daze, Sui Yan had a drug addiction before staying in the East Palace. He seemed to say something.

“It hurts so much.”

“His Royal Highness, don’t drink.”

Three years later, the painful murmur still resounded in my ears.

Duan Mingchong’s heart suddenly felt dull, and it was so painful that he could barely catch his breath.

His body shook slightly, and some of the wine in his hand spilled out and fell on the hem of his clothes.

Sui Yan was startled: “His Royal Highness! Are you okay?”

He hurriedly snatched the cup in Duan Ming Chong’s hand, raised his sleeves and wiped the wine off Duan Ming Chong’s clothes indiscriminately.

Sui Yan originally thought that Duan Mingchong was really too difficult to overcome. He wanted to pretend to be pitiful and make him feel more painful to himself. It would be better to stay in the East Palace for a while and avoid Suixun’s marriage urging attack. .

But he didn’t expect that he only said a word, and Duan Mingchong was stimulated like this, and he didn’t know what he was thinking about.

Duan Mingchong put his hand on his chest, took a deep breath, and smiled reluctantly: “It’s okay, maybe the wine rushed to the head, it will be fine in a while.”

Sui Yan said anxiously: “But your face is pale, is it really okay?”

Duan Mingchong said with difficulty: “No, really not, just take a break.”

Sui Yan saw that he didn’t want to say anything. He didn’t ask too much when he got a rare look. He asked Haitang to take the wine down and sat with Duan Mingchong for a while. Duan Mingchong’s face looked much better.

The more Duan Mingchong saw Sui Yan’s thin appearance, the more he felt ashamed, but he didn’t know how to make up for it.

“It was my fault that I was too indecisive when I was young, and it is reasonable to say that it should be retribution to me.” Duan Ming Chongxin said, “He is the most innocent…”

The most innocent people were involved in the disputes of the royal family by accident and became the most tragic victim.

Duan Mingchong recalled the emperor’s teachings to him since he was a child-brother, friend and respect.

Duan Mingchong thought indifferently, how my brothers and friends treat me respectfully.

Sui Yan saw that Duan Mingchong’s face became more and more ugly. While scolding himself for nothing to do, he cautiously said: “Your Royal Highness, your clothes are all wet, if you don’t want to change your clothes, it won’t be good to catch a cold.”

Duan Mingchong returned to his senses slowly. He was a little weak. He didn’t even want to disguise his gentle smile on his usual day. He said dumbly: “Okay.”

Sui Yan led Duan Mingchong to the inner room, and he fiddled with him in the closet, and finally found out a new set of ink-colored clothes that he had just sent a few days ago-he didn’t like to wear black, he always felt too gloomy. It was tucked directly at the bottom of the closet. I planned to never wear it again. I didn’t expect it to come in handy this time.

Standing in front of the screen, Duan Mingchong untied the jade from his belt and hung it on the edge of the screen.

By the time Sui Yan ran out holding his clothes, Duan Mingchong had already taken off his outer robe, standing in place with only a middle coat, his expression was a little dazed, rarely.

Sui Yan shook his hand and almost threw the clothes in his hand.

Sui Yan only saw Duan Ming Chong’s appearance when he went to bed three years ago. At that time, both of them were still young. Sui Yan quietly touched Duan Ming Chong’s waist. At that time, he only felt that it was soft and thin. touch.

Since then, there has been no such Yanfu, because every time he meets Duan Mingchong, he wraps himself tightly in a robe, even in summer, he rarely wears thin clothes-which makes Sui Yan feel embarrassed. .

Calculated like this, this is the first time Sui Yan saw Duan Mingchong in a thin shirt in three years.

Now he just glanced at it and wanted to hide his face and cry.

Duan Mingchong hasn’t known how he grows in recent years, and he’s a half head taller than Sui Yan. At this time, taking off his outer shirt, his whole figure is more dressed than Sui Yan, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. The legs are slender, just like Sui Yan’s dream figure.

At this time, Duan Mingchong suddenly realized that he was not in the East Palace. He lowered his eyes a little dazedly, his ears were a little red, and he whispered: “Ayan…clothes, clothes…”

Sui Yan’s eyes flushed with jealousy, and handed over the clothes tremblingly.

Duan Mingchong took it, hurriedly covering himself.

Sui Yan couldn’t figure out how to wear the newly made new clothes, and Duan Mingchong was flustered again, and he didn’t know how to tie his belt after messing around for a long time.

Sui Yan had red eyes on the side and whispered, “Your Highness, let me help you.”

Duan Mingchong felt that it would be more embarrassing to go on like this, so he nodded.

Sui Yan came over and stood beside Duan Mingchong, a faint sandalwood rushed towards his face. He shook his hand and put his clothes on Duan Mingchong’s shoulder, and touched Duan Mingchong’s shoulder without a trace. .

Sui Yan wailed in his heart: “The arms are so strong! It doesn’t seem to be lined with clothes.”

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Duan Mingchong was uncomfortable with him, but he didn’t want to hide, so he stayed where his ears were red and let Sui Yan touch his arm.

Sui Yan touched for a while, shifted his target, adjusted his clothes indiscriminately, and then put his hand on the belt around his waist.

Suddenly, he touched it again.

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Sui Yan felt the powerful muscles under his palm, then compared the soft flesh on his waist, almost crying.