Stigma

After drawing the lottery, Sui Yan Ge should have been unable to do so. After thinking about it, he asked Wu Mo to go to the Gengxue Monastery and stole the wooden stick.

When Wumo came back, he handed the lottery to him in a word, and asked quietly, "Master, didn't you say that you don't believe in gods and Buddha?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Sui Yan sat cross-legged on the couch, shook the lottery for a long time, glanced at it, and suddenly there was food on his face.

It is signed again.

Wumo leaned forward: "What sign?"

Sui Yan was so angry that he instructed Wumo: "Bring me that charcoal basin!"

Without ink, the charcoal basin was burning in the middle of the fire.

Sui Yan sat up on her knees, frowned and frowned in the lottery. He picked out all the winning lots and threw them all in the lottery.

The fire ignited suddenly and crackled.

After throwing it away, he held the lottery in both hands, pretending to be religiously closed his eyes and shook it twice, and a lottery fell off.

Sui Yan hurried to pick it up, his eyes curled, and he looked at Wumo's sign: "Sign up!"

No ink: "..."

Wumo said: "Farewell."

Even Wu Mo's uncontested temperament was completely speechless by Sui Yan's actions, let alone Duan Ming Chong.

Duan Mingchong walked to the side of the couch and sat down, clicked on the lottery in Sui Yan's hand with his finger, and found that all of them were actually signed.

Duan Mingchong said helplessly: "What are you doing with this?"

Sui Yan arranged the lottery in a row on the couch and said, "The implication is good, although I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, but if the lottery is signed, it will give myself a hint of hope and comfort at any rate."

Duan Ming Chong said: "What do you have hope for?"

Sui Yan paused with his fingers, then raised his head and blinked slyly: "Marriage."

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Duan Mingchong didn't even know how to react for a while.

Fortunately, Sui Yan was very tired of climbing the mountain today. He tossed for a while, and soon he lost the energy to play again. Seeing that he was so sleepy that he would pester himself to resolve the signing, Duan Ming Chong had to pick up one and coax him. Sui Yan gave up after a few words of Fukuze's profound things.

He satisfactorily wrapped a bunch of signs with a red string, put them under his pillow, and lay directly on them.

He went to bed early, and he was drowsy for himself, and he lost consciousness at all.

Duan Mingchong cleaned himself up before returning to the inner room, and saw Sui Yan curled up in the bed with the quilt, sleeping soundly.

Duan Mingchong shook his head helplessly, stepped forward and tucked the quilt he had spread out. He was about to go to sleep with a quilt, but when Sui Yan on the side heard a sudden breath of cold air, his whole body trembled and suddenly Sober.

Sui Yan always did this when she had nightmares. Duan Mingchong was taken aback and hurriedly leaned forward to look at him.

Sui Yan had already opened his eyes. He didn't know what nightmare he had, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

After breathing for a moment, he stared in a daze, "Your Highness, is it dawn?"

Duan Mingchong patted his chest lightly, and said softly: "You just fell asleep for a while. Did you have a nightmare?"

Sui Yan looked at him confused, and shook his head for a long time: "I don't know, I don't remember."

Duan Mingchong's voice was softer: "Then sleep for a while, don't be afraid, I am here."

Every time Sui Yan had a nightmare, Duan Ming Chong always calmed him softly, whispering "I am here", but Sui Yan, who was already cold and sweaty, was miraculously calmed down after hearing these words. The heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Sui Yan grabbed a hand of his sleeve and closed his eyes uncontrollably, but still insisted on saying: "You promised, don't go."

Duan Mingchong smiled lightly: "Okay."

Sui Yan's hand dropped slightly, and soon fell asleep.

Sui Yan's previous illness was not healed, and he didn't take any medicine at night, and he still had nightmares when he was asleep, but today I don't know if Duan Mingchong is by his side, and the faint scent of sandalwood has been lingering in his nose. Let him feel safe in his sleep.

He had a messy nightmare tonight, but like a bystander, he didn't empathize as before, so he didn't feel much scared.

In his dream, he saw flames soaring into the sky, and Yue saw that his fiery red clothes were dyed with sparks, burning him little by little.

He saw the palace collapsed inch by inch, sparks and flying snow falling down.

The little prince who had only a glimpse in his previous life had not reached the thigh height of a person. He squatted curiously on the snow with a glass bottle in his hand and shook his ears. The chilly cicadas rang out, mixed with the crackling fire around him, deafening.

Sui Yan stood in the ruins like a ghost, his clothes flying in flames. He reached out to the little prince playing by the sea of ​​fire and said, "Your Highness."

The little prince raised his head curiously, seeing that he seemed to be very happy, his eyes slightly bent, he stood up and patted the black strange snow on his body, opened his little hand and leaped towards him happily.

Sui Yan instinctively wanted to pick him up. When he opened his hand, he realized that his whole body was bathed in the sea of ​​fire. He was taken aback and said hurriedly, "Don't come! Don't come!"

In the dream, he was heart-stirring and wanted to shout, but he felt weak and unable to make any mosquitoes, so he could only watch Duan Mingchong pounce at him.

The flame suddenly spread, and it burned straight to the little prince.

Duan Mingchong let out a cry of pain burned by the flames.

Sui Yan: "Ming Chong!"

Duan Mingchong was in flames, raised his head and looked at him blankly. His lips were pale and he muttered, "Ayan..."

Sui Yan wanted to push him away, but couldn't move at all. He could only watch the fire burn up.

Then the eyes suddenly went dark, and the picture changed. After drinking a glass of wine, the young prince spit out a mouthful of blood on his chest.

Sui Yan was watching. He watched the chaos around him, hissing for the emperor's doctor;

Throwing down the cup as expected, with a weird smile on his face;

Duan Zhisu and Song Xian's faces were pale, they seemed to be shocked, and...

And another self in the crowd.

The young Sui Wanggui still held the orange in his hand, looking at the prince who was falling slowly.

At that time, he still didn't know that this person's life and death determined his life.

Sui Yan has taken care of himself since he was a child. If he hadn't explained the matter of Chong's death in his previous life, he would have no worries in his entire life, and live heartlessly to old age-just like this life.

Sui Yan looked like a passer-by, watching this scene flashing past his eyes almost indifferently, and finally fixed on Duan Ming Chong's pale wrist hanging on the ground.

Sui Yan thought vaguely: "He died in the previous life, and I won't end well. In this life, he is still alive, and I..."

"There are many dangers, and if you make a mistake, you may not end well."

Sui Yan moved in a daze, thinking: "...Am I not going to die?"

Then he was born again, what is it for?

Just after Haishi, Duan Mingchong put down the scripture in his hand and was about to blow the lamp to rest. Suddenly, Sui Yan on the side was speaking quietly.

He leaned forward and found Sui Yan was whimpering quietly.

Duan Ming Chong was stunned.

Except for when Sui Yan fell ill and couldn't bear the pain anymore, Duan Ming Chong saw him cry. Since then, even Sui Yan cried and cried, all of them were fake crying to win the sympathy of others.

And now, he just slept, why is he crying like a child?

Duan Mingchong gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, Sui Yan still couldn't stop crying.

If I keep crying like this, I'm afraid it will hurt my soul.

Duan Mingchong thought for a while, sighed slightly, lifted Sui Yan's quilt, slipped in gently, and then carefully brought Sui Yan into his arms.

Sui Yan didn't know what sadness he had in his dream again. When he cried, he didn't forget to put his two paws on Duan Ming Chong's waist. It can be said that he was asleep and didn't forget to take advantage.

Duan Mingchong was a little embarrassed, but didn't want to wake him up, so he let him put his arms around his waist and curled up in his arms.

Duan Mingchong gently touched his head and said softly: "Go to sleep, don't be afraid, there is nothing scary."

Sui Yan seemed to be comforted by him in a daze. He leaned his face against Duan Mingchong's chest, not knowing what he was muttering, and gently rubbed against Duan Mingchong.

Tears rubbed him all over.

Duan Ming Chongqing sighed, feeling that Sui Yan was still shaking slightly, hugged Sui Yan in his hand and patted him on his back.

Sui Yan was soothed, and finally stopped crying, and fell asleep completely after a while.

Since then, there has been no nightmare.

instead.

Early in the morning, Sui Yan was awakened by the cry of a bird outside. He rubbed his eyes for a while before he became awake. He rubbed his hands on the bed indiscriminately and found that the quilt was cold. Duan Mingchong didn't know when he had gone out. NS.

For some reason, Sui Yan felt weak all over. He carefully recalled the dream of last night but couldn't remember it for a while, so he had to believe that he had another sad nightmare.

Sui Yan mumbled: "It seems that it is safer to let Yuejian follow."

He was about to lift the quilt to get up, only then later realized that something seemed to be wrong.

Sui Yan lifted a corner of the quilt blankly, looked inside, and then pressed the quilt violently, his face flushed suddenly.

Sui Yan stiffly sat on the bed for a long time before finally digesting the fact that he seemed to be somewhat unmodest. He buried his head on the quilt for a long time without tears, and then slammed back into the quilt.

Sui Yan quickly changed his clothes and ran out holding the dirty shirt.

He personally moved out the charcoal basin, avoiding the people from the East Palace in the corner of the backyard, and threw the clothes in his hands into the charcoal basin.

Destroy the corpses.

Sui Yan went back to the room with a blushing face. He was even more hot when he was smoked by the charcoal basin. He opened the window, and the chirping sparrows fluttered away.

The falling snow on the eaves floated down and fell on Sui Yan's face, making him sober and completely awake.

Sui Yan put his arm on the window lattice and buried his head in it.

He never thought that he had lived for 23 years in his previous life, plus more than three years in this life, and he would have a full 26-year-old person, and he would have a reaction like a hairy boy.

Sui Yan was implicated and imprisoned in the palace at the age of fifteen. No one told him about the love between men and women at all. Later, because of Duan Xichen's wretched desires for him, he made him even more so. It was disgusting and disgusting, and it took three or four years to ease back.

Only at that time, he was already in a state of dying, and he had no intention of caring about everything around him. It would be good to be alive, which led to him being so old and still ignorant of love affairs.

But I have never eaten pork or saw a pig killer. Even if Sui Yan didn’t understand it, he lived for more than 20 years, knowing that only a 14-year-old boy would be so immature. In his dream...

Sui Yan almost scratched his hair: "What did I dream of yesterday? Am I a beast?"

"Very dirty! It's you! Sui Wanggui, Sui Wanggui, why didn't your face burn together? What are you doing with your face!?"

"I'm still in the temple, the gods and Buddhas all over the sky are looking at you-oh I don't believe in the Buddhas-that won't work! It's not dignified, and you will be struck by lightning!"

After he scolded himself, he was afraid that he would fall ill because of this embarrassing thing, so he immediately used his tricks to solve himself.

"No, even though I have lived for so long, this body is only less than 20 years old. It was when I was young and frivolous. This should be normal."

normal……

He murmured "Normal" for a long time, and finally slammed the window in a crushing manner: "No matter how you think it is not normal, I should have brought it with Yue!"

He complained to Ai for a long time, and then ran out quickly, grabbing a palace man at random, and said: "Go to the cook who is accompanying you, I have something to look for him."

Palace person: "..."

The palace people's faces were full of doubts, and they didn't understand why Tang Houye didn't order them when something happened, instead of going to the cook.

After a while, Wu Mo came over with a steamed bun.

Sui Yan took the steamed bun with a serious face, and put one in his mouth casually, saying: "I don't know..."

Wumo frowned and said, "You can't talk about food."

Sui Yan swallowed the steamed buns and said with a serious face: "I'm telling you one thing. God knows and you know I know. Let the third person know that I will burn your papers and household registration."

Wumo saw that he was so serious, and he took it seriously.

"Master Hou told me not to go to the sea of ​​fire if I go down the sword mountain."

Sui Yan said, "Go down the mountain and buy me a medical book about..."

Wu Mo was taken aback, suspecting that he was deaf, he tentatively asked, "About...what? Hou Ye said it again."

Sui Yan said every word: "Desire, fire, delusion, and movement."

No ink: "..."

Sui Yan: "..."

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

After a while, Sui Yan quietly lowered his head, blushing to the root of his ears.

The author has something to say: Wumo [Poyin]: Where is my household registration? Bring it, I burn it myself! !