Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)

Chapter 64: pity

Sui Yan stayed in the corner all night and didn’t dare to move. When Sui Xun was forcibly dragged up to court in the morning, her body was sore.

Sui Yan was full of pain: “I don’t want to go to court today, what do you call me?”

Suixun was tying his waist, and said coldly without looking back: “You didn’t tell me that you won’t go to court today.”

Sui Yan almost fell back on the bed.

Suixun said: “Since you are all up, go into the palace with me, and you don’t want to make progress all day, what great things can you achieve?”

Sui Yan got up quizzically. After washing, he glanced at the breakfast and said with no appetite: “I’m not eating anymore.”

Sui Xun frowned: “Eat a little bit anyway, don’t always do it, I am used to you, am I?”

Sui Yan whispered: “I am going to His Royal Highness after the dynasty. A new cook has arrived in the East Palace. The dim sum is very delicious.”

Suixun couldn’t understand that he always walked so close to the prince, but there was no reason to stop him, so he frowned and drank some porridge before picking up the umbrella and taking Sui Yan out of the house.

It snowed all night, and the surroundings were covered in white snow and covered in silver, reflecting the bright and clean surroundings. You can see the road clearly without lighting the lanterns before dawn.

Suixun surrounded Sui Yan with one hand, wrapped his thin body with a cloak, and walked into the carriage.

Li Zhao hung up the lamp, raised his horse whip, and drove towards the palace.

The wheels rolled, rolling out two gear marks on the white snow.

After a while, the two went into the palace under an umbrella.

Duan Mingchong probably guessed that Sui Yan would come to court today, and he was waiting at the gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony early. At this time, seeing Sui Yan and Suixun stepping on the snow from a distance, he hurriedly raised a gentle smile.

Sui Yan was yawning, Yu Guang glanced at Duan Mingchong outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and suddenly became sober.

He ran out directly from under Suixun’s umbrella: “His Royal Highness!”

Sui Xun was afraid that he would fall, and was about to catch him, but Sui Yan rushed into the wind and snow like a rabbit, ran a few steps quickly, and hit the bottom of Duan Ming Chong’s umbrella.

Duan Mingchong stretched out his hand to support him and chuckled lightly: “Be careful, be careful of falling.”

Sui Yan raised his head and smiled at him.

The heavy snow flew, and under an ink-and-wash bamboo umbrella, two young men in black clothes stood in jade. The cold wind passed by, blowing the snow with howling, almost blinding people’s eyes.

Suixun stood on the spot, looking at the two people not far away a little dazedly.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a strange sense of violation against his face, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn’t know what that strange feeling was.

The elder brother, who had a vague sense of crisis and unknowingly, walked over, watching Sui Yan digging towards the bottom of Duanming Chong’s umbrella, frowning and saying, “Forget going, don’t be too presumptuous.”

Sui Yan walked around behind Duan Mingchong and hid on the other side of His Royal Highness, turning her mouth and tilting her head not to look at Suixun.

Duan Mingchong changed his umbrella to cover Sui Yan from the wind and snow, and said with a soft smile: “No need to be polite, this snow is too big, let’s go in first.”

Sui Yan nodded desperately, glanced at Suixun with a guilty conscience, and dragged Duan Mingchong’s sleeve into the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Sui Xun followed behind, staring darkly at the back of Sui Yan’s head, trying to see something.

Sui Yan was seen in a cold sweat, and approached Duan Mingchong, whispering: “His Royal Highness, can I stay overnight in the East Palace today?”

Duan Mingchong looked at him in surprise: “Why?”

Sui Yan leaned against him, seeking a sense of security: “I was overwhelmed and offended my elder brother yesterday. He almost beat me up yesterday, but today I may go back and look for my stubbornness again. I am afraid.”

Duan Ming Chongzi knew that Sui Yan was afraid of Suixun, but when he saw the domineering little bully in the daytime, he shook his paws and said “I’m afraid”. It’s too pungent. If it’s not out of date, he really He wanted to rub Sui Yan’s head directly.

Duan Ming Chongren smiled and said, “It is okay, but can you guarantee that General Sui will die tomorrow?”

Sui Yannane said: “If it can be delayed for a day, it is a day, right? Your Highness will take me in, right?”

He desperately blinked at Duan Ming Chong.

Duan Mingchong laughed softly, “I will.”

Although the foreign minister staying in the East Palace was not in compliance with the rules, the people in the palace knew that the stubborn prince would be like a change of person when encountering Suihouye, and any impropriety would be unconditionally indulged.

After going back and forth, even the emperor didn’t bother to care about them, anyway, even if a young man who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, even if he moved into the East Palace, he couldn’t make any waves.

Sui Yan got a favor, and immediately seemed to get a life-saving talisman, and got up happily.

He was originally not interested in Shang Dynasty, and even less in the mood to listen to those tedious and lengthy political affairs when he encountered happy things, staring at Duan Ming Chong Meng throughout the whole process.

But within an hour, the Manchu dynasty’s civil and military dynasties disbanded.

Suixun, who was on the side, was about to catch Suiyan, but saw him running towards Duan Mingchong who was on the opposite side.

Suixun frowned and finally realized what was wrong.

Is your brother too sticky?

Are the best friends of others so tired?

Sui Yan stretched out his hand and said, “His Royal Highness, do you want to take the zhezi back to the East Palace, I will hold it for you?”

Duan Ming Chongren smiled and said: “No need, you can just go.”

Sui Yan retracted his hand from Shanshan and said, “Then let’s go?”

Duan Ming Chong took a look and said, “Did you tell General Sui that you want to stay in the East Palace today?”

Sui Yan said, “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell him, just slip away first.”

Suixun: “Heh.”

There was a sneer above his head, so scared that Sui Yan’s hair was about to stand up, and he scrambled to rush to Duan Mingchong, shivering and hiding behind him.

Duan Mingchong hurriedly guarded him, smilingly said to Suixun: “It was the lone who asked Master Hou to stay in the East Palace. I hope that the general will not blame him.”

Sui Yan nodded behind him like smashing garlic.

Suixun wanted to catch Sui Yan and beat him up, but because Duan Mingchong didn’t make a move, he just bowed to the prince, gave Sui Yan a cold look, and turned away.

Sui Yan was relieved until Suixun left.

Duan Mingchong led him to the direction of the East Palace, and saw that he was stubborn, and smiled lightly: “Do you know what’s wrong?”

Sui Yan nodded and said, “I see, even if you offend your Highness in the future, you can’t offend your brother.”

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Duan Mingchong looked at him helplessly, okay, as long as he knew it was wrong.

The two returned to the East Palace, and Duan Mingchong wanted to deal with some of the papers that had not been dealt with earlier, so he sat in front of the bookcase in the study to make corrections.

Sui Yan simply lay on the side and looked at him without blinking. After sitting for a while, his stomach groaned suddenly.

Sui Yan: “…”

Duan Ming Chong looked up at him in surprise.

Sui Yan blushed, he was addicted to beauty, and even forgot that his original purpose for coming to the East Palace was to rub steamed buns.

Duan Mingchong didn’t mean to laugh at him, and smiled softer: “Hungry?”

Sui Yan’s face turned red, and he nodded: “I didn’t have an appetite in the morning, so I didn’t eat much.”

Duan Mingchong put down the cinnabar pen and said, “Why didn’t you say it earlier, I’ll let someone go to the kitchen to cook something, come on.”

Sui Yan followed him to the outer room, and the palace man brought a jade plate full of peeled and fried pine nuts.

Sui Yan loved the snacks in the shop for ten minutes. Duan Mingchong always felt that those things were not clean. It would be bad if he got sick, so he asked the people in the small kitchen of Donggong to make similar snacks for him.

Duan Mingchong pushed the pine nuts over and said: “Eat first with a mat, or eat without a spoon, or hold it with your fingers wrapped in silk, don’t hold it with your bare hands, no…”

Sui Yan has listened to it countless times in the past few years, and said casually: “…I’m not clean. Your Highness, I’m not a kid anymore, and I don’t chew my fingers. I only eat a pine nut. I can’t get sick.”

He said, throwing the spoon and grabbing it with his hands.

Duan Mingchong grabbed his hand and looked at him disapprovingly: “Your health is inherently bad, so you have to pay more attention to it on weekdays. Don’t you tell me that you just grabbed it with your hands like a child in the Hou Mansion?”

Sui Yan had no choice but to put down his hand and ate the pine nuts with a spoon. He lost his appetite if he didn’t eat two bites.

Duan Ming Chong was surprised: “What’s the matter?”

Sui Yan said: “There is no artistic conception.”

Duan Mingchong: “…”

So after so many years, what exactly is artistic conception?

Do you still need artistic conception to eat something?

Duan Ming Chong is not clear, so, dryly said: “Success, success.”

After a while, the steamed buns in Wanhualou were brought up, Sui Yan rolled up his sleeves and feasted on it, and his eyes were bent.

Watching him eating so happy, Duan Mingchong tried to pinch a small piece of steamed bread in his mouth and took a bite, squeezed it lightly, and then frowned.

Sui Yan wondered: “His Royal Highness, what’s the matter?”

Duan Mingchong put down half of the steamed bun, took a sip of tea, and said, “It’s too sweet.”

Sui Yan tilted his head: “Really? I think it’s sweet and moderate. Your Royal Highness won’t try it again?”

Duan Mingchong waved his hand: “No, I’m not very comfortable.”

Sui Yan stuffed a sip of steamed buns in his mouth and said to himself: “Then you tricked the cook who specializes in sweets to Donggong, is it just to make steamed buns for me?”

Sui Yan thought of this, and when he thought of the scene when Duan Mingchong used that graceful and handsome face flushed with his subordinates to ask him to pick up the cook in Wanhualou, he instinctively curled his lips to smile.

Your Royal Highness, this is too lovable.

The court strategizes like a mountain, and on weekdays it is as gentle as jade like a spring breeze, but it happens to secretly do such absurd things for personal gains in order to please Sui Yan.

The more Sui Yan thinks about it, the more he feels that Duan Ming Chong is really a treasure bestowed by God.

Sometimes Sui Yan will feel that he is in a big yellow beam dream, always fearing that the best part of the dream will suddenly explode like a bubble. After that, he will wake up from the dream and return to the cold desolation of the previous life. Palace.

Sui Yan looked at Duan Mingchong without squinting his eyes, and looked at His Royal Highness as uncomfortable. He lowered his eyes and got up to go to the study to continue to deal with the paper.

After Sui Yan finished eating the steamed buns, she felt a little boring, but she didn’t want to disturb Duan Mingchong. He sat bored for a while, suddenly seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up.

He invited the palace people and said mysteriously: “Where is the small kitchen in the East Palace?”

The palace man was the one who served him three years ago. He had long known that this boy who looked at harmless humans and animals was an extremely difficult master to serve.

Sui Yan hurriedly said, “No, you can tell me directly and it will be done.”

After a while, Sui Yan followed the instructions of the palace and finally found the small kitchen in the southwest corner of the East Palace.

The small kitchen probably just extinguished the fire, and the smell of charcoal fire can still be cultivated as soon as it gets close to the door.

Sui Yan probed the door and looked inside.

“Hey, anyone?”

Soon, an impatient voice came from inside: “If you have something to say, let it go quickly, what kind of buns do you want this time? Can I squeeze a dead snake?”

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan heard the sound and hurriedly got up and walked in.

There were clean dishes, pots and pans everywhere in the small kitchen. He walked across the table, lifted the curtain and walked in, and saw a big and thick man with his back facing him, smashing a piece of dough on the table. The whole body exudes an aura that no stranger should enter.

Sui Yan: “That…”

The cook turned his head to look, and the urn sounded angrily: “What’s the matter?”

Sui Yan recognized him at once: “Hey, you are really the cook of Wanhualou!”

The cook had a rough face and it was hard to believe that he pinched out the delicate pasta. He saw Sui Yan, squinted for a long time before recognizing it, frowned and said: “You just go to Wanhualou every two months. Are you going to get me back to your manor?”

Taken on: “…”

Sui Yan’s face was suddenly lowered by the name of being taken advantage of, and she looked at him blankly.

The cook raised his eyebrows: “Heh, how come I see you here?”

Sui Yan said, “I am the Lord Hou.”

The cook said “Oh”, not afraid of the emperor’s power, and said: “I still treat you as the **** in the palace. You have a delicate skin and tender flesh. Turns out to be a pampered nobleman.”

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan looked at him coldly, then as if thinking of something, he suddenly changed his face and smiled suddenly, just how cold his smile looks.

He whispered pretentiously and said with regret: “It’s a pity, it’s your Excellency who is trapped in the palace and can’t get out.”

The cook was choked.

Sui Yan said, “Originally, I was thinking about asking His Royal Highness to put you back. Now I have a look, huh.”

The cook was very flexible and stretched, and hurriedly said, “At first glance, Lord Hou is a rich man, a man of great wealth and wise man, and he is a small one who has eyes but does not know Mount Tai, and I hope Lord Hou will not remember the villain.”

Sui Yan said, “I’m sorry, I’m very careful and hold a grudge.”

cook:”……”

Sui Yan looked down at the cook slightly, raised her thin lips, and said with a smile, “You deserve it, stay here.”

With that, he turned around and ran.

The author has something to say: It’s really exciting to run away after pretending to be forced.

Jun Jingxing: Hello? Hello? Hou Ye, are you still there? When I come back, I’m sitting down to take root.