Stigma

Sui Yan's whole body was too soft to stand firmly, and Duan Mingchong walked out of the side street half-supported and half-armed.

After leaving Duan Xichen's sight, Sui Yan couldn't hold it anymore, and slid directly out of Duan Ming Chong's arms, kneeling heavily on the ground-there was a puff that made people feel pain for him.

Sui Yan fell on the ground with her chest, as if she wanted to vomit but couldn't spit out anything.

Duan Ming Chong hurriedly helped him.

Sui Yan took a few breaths, raised his head and smiled reluctantly at Duan Mingchong, holding his arm repeatedly and trying to stand up, but his body was weak, his legs were still weak, and he fell back again and again.

No matter how strong Duan Ming Chong was, he couldn't hold him up, so he had to help Sui Yan, who couldn't stand still, walked to the side of the stone steps and sat down.

Sui Yan leaned softly against the wall, looking down at his **** wrist, only to feel disgusting, and he wished to cut off both hands.

Duan Mingchong saw that his hands were shaking horribly, and thought he was in pain, so he hurriedly reached out and held his hands, gently lowered his head and blew on the wound.

Warm heat brushed the stinging wound, with some numbness.

Sui Yan was stunned. The vomiting stickiness on his wrist disappeared instantly, and even the lingering fear in his heart dissipated a lot.

Duan Mingchong blew it twice and looked up at him: "Does it still hurt?"

Sui Yan nodded blankly with some water in his eyes, "Well, it hurts very much."

Duan Mingchong felt even more distressed. He took out a kerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the dust and grit from Sui Yan's wrist.

The sharp and fine dust particles on the wall were sinking into the wound, and Duan Mingchong moved very gently to wipe it, and Sui Yan shook once, and he blew the wound lightly like a child.

Sui Yan has been looking at him, feeling a little at a loss. This is the first time someone will feel sorry for him for this little injury.

"Hall, Your Highness..."

Duan Mingchong looked up hurriedly: "Do you hurt you?"

Sui Yan shook his head and calmed down a bit from his fear. He still felt too unwilling to have a rift with Duan Mingchong just because of this incident. He pursed his lips and decided to explain again: "His Royal Highness, just now I was just I was afraid that others would hurt you, so I did that..."

Duan Mingchong laughed a little: "Why are you still thinking about this? It's me who is wrong, and it's right for you to be so vigilant."

Years old Yanner said: "But... I'm too vicious..."

Duan Ming Chong was stunned for a moment, and finally understood why Sui Yan had just left after explaining it, but thinking about it carefully, his question was indeed too reckless.

Duan Ming Chong said: "I'm sorry."

Sui Yan looked at him in amazement.

"I didn't think about saying that to you just now." Duan Ming Chong lifted up his sleeves and gently wiped off the cold sweat from Sui Yan's forehead, "I know that your nature is not like this, it's... it's me who made a mistake. NS."

Duan Ming Chongjiu lived in the East Palace. All that the Tai Fu and the emperor taught him how to cultivate one's body and rule the country and the world, right and wrong to judge the evil and cultivate the good. For him, these are the foundation of self-cultivation.

Duan Ming Chongzilai is gentle and courteous. He has restrained himself and respected himself. He has never been jealous and conceited. Until now, he doesn't know that his nature is like this. He still breaks himself into this gentle and moisturized jade according to everyone's expectations. Looks like.

Sui Yan also vaguely knew his temperament, only to say a word in Duan Mingchong, and then misunderstood other more malicious meanings.

But even so, Sui Yan never thought that a dignified prince of a country would directly admit his mistakes, and his expression was not half hypocritical.

Sui Yan looked at him blankly, raised his hand for a long time, and whispered: "It hurts..."

Duan Mingchong hurriedly held his cold hand and blew gently.

Sui Yan looked down at Duan Mingchong's half of his face illuminated by the candlelight, hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said: "If it is...my nature is like this?"

Duan Mingchong: "Huh?"

Sui Yan's Adam’s apple moved lightly, and said in a dumb voice: "If I really were that kind of... cruel, cold-blooded villain? Even the kind of children who seem harmless to humans and animals can start without changing their face. …It shows that my nature may not be what His Highness thought..."

Sui Yan didn't know how to talk about the self-deprecating things that he used to say on weekdays.

Duan Mingchong finally wiped off the grit from his wound, and smiled softly: "If your nature is really like this, why did you rush to protect me just now?"

Sui Yan stayed for a while, and suddenly felt his heart beating violently.

There seemed to be an unknown throbbing in his heart.

Duan Mingchong gently bandaged the wounds on his hands with another clean veil, and said, "Can you still go? I will send you back to the house now. This wound must be dealt with quickly."

Sui Yan tried it and stood up swayingly, barely regaining some strength.

Being able to stand firm, Sui Yan was also embarrassed to lean against Duan Mingchong. He closed his sleeves, as if there was something missing in his hand, and thought for a while before he said, "Ah, my little hand stove."

That was the first thing Duan Mingchong gave him, and he kept it with him unless he went to bed at night.

Duan Mingchong said, "I lost 80% of it, it's okay, just go back to the house and get another one."

Sui Yan thought a little sullenly: "I just want that."

Duan Ming Chong said: "Go back?"

Sui Yan didn't want to return home so quickly: "I heard that there will be fireworks at the Haishi City God Temple, let's wait."

Duan Mingchong was a little embarrassed: "Hai Shi, is it too late? If you rush back, the palace gate may be locked, and your complexion doesn't look good."

When Sui Yan heard that the palace gate was locked, he didn't want him to leave, so he ignored his last words: "Let's see, fireworks. Your Highness, I have never seen fireworks before."

In fact, it’s nonsense. The fireworks of the Lantern Festival are always colorful and gorgeous every time they explode at night. Children in Beijing love them for ten minutes. Every year, the Lantern Festival will find the best location in groups early, etc. Enjoy the fireworks.

Sui Yan would have fun when he was a child, and naturally he had seen it, but he wanted to show that Chong had been in the palace since he was a child.

Duan Mingchong was so worn by him that he hesitated, "But your hand..."

Sui Yan couldn't wait to slap his arm around and reward himself with a slap, to show that he has nothing to do: "A little injury, it's okay, it will be scabs in a while."

Duan Mingchong didn't seem to be in any serious trouble seeing him, so he relaxed, "Then go back after reading it."

Sui Yan nodded: "Okay!"

Duan Mingchong is like the same good medicine, he directly cured Sui Yan’s fearful and trembling look. He threw Duan Xichen behind his head, holding Duan Mingchong and ran to the backstreet. .

With two quarters of an hour before Haishi, Sui Yan led Duanming Chongdong and turned westward, and finally stopped at a deserted stone step.

Duan Mingchong followed him up the twelfth floor of the somewhat degraded stone steps. After sitting down, he could directly see the entire lantern night market. The dazzling array of lanterns spread like a fire dragon into a tactful red line.

The first time Duan Mingchong came back here, he was a little surprised. His bright eyes were reflecting a little bit of light, and he looked at his surroundings curiously-this place is extremely remote, and the surroundings are full of empty and abandoned houses.

Duan Mingchong has been in Beijing for so many years, and he never knew that this prosperous capital had such a quiet place.

"How did you find this place?"

Sui Yan sat next to Duan Mingchong and said with a smile: "When I was a child, I played too crazy, and Song Xian found the place by accident."

Duan Mingchong nodded, just about to say something, the wind came from behind him leisurely, and when he turned his head, a guard knelt on one knee.

"His Royal Highness."

Sui Yan was so frightened by this person's sudden noise that she almost fell off, grasping Duan Mingchong's arm steadily and sat firmly.

The dark guard said: "His Royal Highness, important matters."

Duan Mingchong patted Sui Yan's hand softly, and said softly, "Wait for me here."

Sui Yan stared at the dark guard coldly and let out a dissatisfied "um".

Duan Ming Chong smiled, and stuffed a pack of small pine nuts in his sleeve into his hand, Sui Yan's face looked better now.

Duan Mingchong slowly walked down the stone steps and followed the dark guard to find a corner to stand firmly.

The dark guard said bluntly: "His Royal Highness, the night market is mixed with fish and dragons. It seems that there are people with evil intentions to take advantage of the chaos and want to murder the Five Highness."

Duan Mingchong frowned: "Have you found who it is?"

"Yes..." The dark guard hesitantly looked at Sui Yan, who turned his back to them, and whispered softly, "It's from Sui'an Hou Mansion."

Duan Mingchong's pupils shrank.