Stigma

Gann looked at him speechlessly, and was about to put him down when suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Sui Yan squatted next to Gan Enhe, raised his veil to the upper half of the hat, and looked at the young man with a swollen nose and swollen nose, and said, "I like to hear it very much. Say it again."

The son: "..."

Gannhe: "..."

Gann and almost yelled out, staring at the mysterious Sui Yan: "You...when did you come?"

Sui Yan stretched out his hand and pressed Jiang Enhe's head, and said with a smile: "It's been here for a long time, Master Jiang is so majestic, it opened my eyes."

Gannhe muttered: "Who made him speak rudely? At the feet of the emperor, he really dared to speak-what to see, hurry up, and still want to be beaten?"

Gann and Super Fierce, those few noble boys who had been beaten up with swollen noses hurriedly got up, staggered and ran away.

Before I left, I probably felt embarrassed, and ran backwards and said cruelly: "You, you, you wait for me!"

Gannhe: "Bah! Grandpa is waiting here!"

In a few words, he gave himself another seniority.

Sui Yan is quite regretful: "Although that person is quite awkward, but the remarks just now are very insightful, I want to hear it again."

Jiang Enhe didn't listen to his nonsense, and ran out with Sui Yan's hand: "I told you, I told you..."

Sui Yan stopped him: "Wait a moment."

He turned his head and winked at Wu Shi, and looked at Wu Mo, who was squatting on the side, and nodded with difficulty.

Gann tugged at him: "Hurry up."

Several people came out of the Wanhua Building and walked to the side street on the side. Only Sui Yan and Gengxue took down the hat.

Jiang Enhe was going to talk to Sui Yanda in particular, when he saw Snower at first, his eyes almost went out of his eyes.

"Great Master?!"

Gengxue smiled and saluted: "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Enhe hurriedly responded, and later realized that Xuexue seemed to have come out of Wanhualou with Sui Yan.

Gannhe: "..."

Thunderbolt, but so.

Probably it was Gannhe's horrified expression, "The Buddha came down and thundered me to death. The monk went to the flower house, ahhhhhhhhhhh". It was even more snowy and calm for a while.

He swung the Buddha beads on his wrist and turned to fly, trying to stay calm, saying: "The poor monk happened to meet Master Hou on the street today, so he randomly searched for the nearest restaurant to reminisce about the old days."

Jiang Enhe didn't know whether he believed it or not, and there was still horror on his face-Xu was afraid of being killed by the Buddha, and he nodded desperately while horrified, indicating that he believed it.

Sui Yan didn't explain badly on the sidelines, and his face was a little sour with smile and tolerance.

Snower: "..."

Gengxue put her hands together, and after reciting the dharma title a few times, she said to Sui Yan: "Master Hou, the poor monk has said it all. I hope you can make your decision soon."

Sui Yan was taken aback and nodded slightly: "Okay, thank you, Master, for taking this trip."

After Gengxue finished speaking, lest Gann he misunderstood too much, he hurried away.

As soon as Gengxue left, Gannhe immediately "tut-tut-tut", almost tweeting his tongue out, but failed to find a suitable word to express his inner shock at this time.

Sui Yan was afraid that he would dehydrate himself, and said, "What did you just say?"

Only then did Jiang Enhe remember what was going on, and hugged Sui Yan's shoulders and walked where there were few people: "I told you, I told you!"

Sui Yan said: "Don't talk nonsense, talk fast."

Jiang Enhe looked around, then whispered: "When you go back, don't tell my second sister about my fight with others today, otherwise she will definitely go back to the house and beat me."

Sui Yan looked at him speechlessly: "I see my second sister has a good temperament, and she is married to our house, no matter where you are the money-losing brother, don't worry, don't worry."

Gannhe: "..."

Gannhe threw off his hand angrily, and said, "I'll go back to the same-year-old general and talk about your visit to the flower house today!"

He thought for a while, and added: "I haven't bought steamed buns yet!"

Sui Yan came to Hualou to buy steamed buns. Sui Xun knew that she knew, but every time he was beaten up and howling. If Jiang En and this situation were sued this time, even if he really did nothing, Sui Xun might have to smoke directly. It doesn't work if the prince comes.

Sui Yan immediately stood on tiptoe and walked over to Gann and took his shoulders: "I told you I told you!"

The two extremely guilty counselors stayed outside for half a day, and they agreed not to tell Suixun and Jiang Ning what happened today, and they separated.

Sui Yan returned to the Hou Mansion in the carriage, and Haitang greeted him as soon as he entered the door.

"Master."

Sui Yan said, "Huh? What's the matter? What about the second brother and them?"

Haitang said: "Uncle Zhao suddenly disappeared for some reason this morning. He only left a letter saying that he was returning home. The second young master has sent someone to find him, and he has not returned yet."

Sui Yan paused before saying for a long time: "Okay, I see."

Haitang's eyes are reddish: "Master, will Uncle Zhao not come back or say something is wrong? Otherwise, how could he leave without saying a word?"

Sui Yan pursed his pale lips, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Don't worry."

Haitang's eyes became redder.

Sui Yan touched his head and said softly, "It's okay."

Haitang nodded then.

When Sui Yan returned to the courtyard, Wu Mo had been caught and trained for half a day.

Although Wumo looked rebellious and didn't even look at the little master, he listened very much when nothing happened. He sat on a small stool, a little impatient, but he didn't dare to get angry and listened to nothing. He crowed crouched.

No matter what happened to say, "The little master is the flesh and blood of Lord Hou, have you forgotten what he entrusted to you before he died?" Sui Yan pushed in.

Nothing was silent, and Wu Mo, who was sitting upright, was forcibly pulled up from the stool and saluted Sui Yan: "Master."

Sui Yan waved his hand and said, "You don't need to be polite."

The inkless forehead was red and swollen, and some powder was applied to it, which looked very funny. He glanced at Sui Yan reluctantly and said: "Little master, my household registration document has been given to me by His Royal Highness. Everyone has aspirations, Hou Mansion. I’m not used to eating the food, can’t you let me go?"

Looking at him anxiously, he said in a low voice: "Shut up!"

Sui Yan sat on the soft couch to the side and looked at him lazily with his chin supported: "Everyone has their own ambitions? This is a good sentence. Then I ask you, is your ambition to be a mantou storyteller?"

Wumo stalked his neck and said: "Yes! I love these two!"

Nothing was so anxious that he almost went up to gag his mouth.

Wumo originally thought that Sui Yan would retreat in the face of difficulties, fulfilling his dream of eating and waiting to die. Who knows Sui Yan even caressed his palm and chuckles, and exclaimed: "Okay!"

Wu Mo wondered if the Lord Hou was stupid.

Sui Yan said, "My Hou Mansion is short of someone who can make steamed buns and tell stories. Look, these two are in line with your ideals, and you are not tired, and you will never be treated badly by your wages. How about?"

No ink: "..."

Sui Yan blinked at him.

Wu Mo couldn't find a reason to refute it, and it took a long time to say: "But I'm used to being free, I'm afraid I can't stay in the same place for too long."

Sui Yan said: "Nonsense, you have obviously been in Wanhualou for so many years!"

No ink: "..."

Wu Mo was almost persuaded, and looked at nothing imploringly.

No matter and very clear about Wumo's nature, he hesitated for a while before he said: "Master, his nature is unconstrained, and his mouth is poisonous and bad. If you want him to stay in the Hou Mansion, it is better to put a block on yourself."

Sui Yan frowned, and immediately added, "If you want to eat steamed buns and hear about books, Wumo will naturally be there on call, and you don't need to pay. This is good for both parties."

Sui Yan looked towards Wumo.

Wumo retorted: "I still have to pay for my wages... Um!"

There was nothing to bear and he covered his mouth.

Seeing that he had decided to go, Sui Yan didn't force him to stay, so he let him go.

Wumo looked overjoyed, just about to speak, but heard Sui Yan said: "You tell me first, how did the prince know that you are mine?"

Wumo said sincerely: "Master, if you encounter something in the East Palace, you only look for the cook without the strange behavior of the palace man. If the prince is not blind, you will find it out sooner or later."

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan didn't intend to hide it from Duan Mingchong, but when Wumo came out like this, he became annoyed and said, "Get out!"

Wu Mo Le Diandian was about to roll, but Sui Yan regretted it again.

"and many more."

Wumo stiffened all over, lest he would turn back and look at him jealously.

Sui Yan leaned back, leaning on the soft chair, and looked at him with a cross-legged smile: "I want to hear that the book eats steamed buns today. You are here, so let's go after you finish it."

No ink: "..."

Sui Yan added another sentence: "No wages."

Wumo glared at Nothing in anger. If it wasn't for Nothing, he would definitely beat him again.

But there is nothing to do if the skill is not as good as the others, Wumo had to bear the humiliation and asked, "Then which passage does Lord Hou want to listen to?"

Sui Yan was excited: "Just the paragraph you talked about in Wanhualou today!"

No ink: "..."

No ink and expressionless face: "The protagonist of the playbook is you, can you listen to it?"

If someone else hears the storytelling written by himself as the main character, his face would have been flushed with shame and anger. How could this person be different from ordinary people?

Sui Yan said frankly: "Yes, of course you can. That's it for you. I can give you a reward after I say it!"

Wu Mo, the iron rooster that fell into Qian's eyes, immediately cast aside a lot of sorrow, touched the fan in a modest manner, and started talking.

He spit to talk about it when it was dark, and finally finished the "The Crown Prince Falling in Love with the Qiaohou Ye" that he had heard and made up.

Sui Yan was satisfied when he heard the book, but he didn't know what to say, and rewarded him the two Begonia flowers pinched on the street this morning.

No ink: "..."

Wumo walked out of the room blankly and stood under the night sky, silent for a long time, just about to smash the two flowers on the ground with a roar, nothing happened.

Wumo suffocated his stomach, and said angrily: "What's wrong with me smashing a flower?! This is what I deserve, I can deal with it whatever I want! What kind of ecstasy soup you have been poured by him, even this must be protected. At him?!"

He said with a good temper: "I just remind you to keep this flower well. Next time I met the prince, I said that this flower was rewarded by Lord Hou, and it would be worth a lot of money."

No ink: "..."

Wu Mo froze for a moment, and said in a strange way: "Are you going to kick me off?"

Nothing said: "I can say nothing of this, it's up to you whether you can listen to it or not."

Since His Royal Highness learned that making flowers to send the emperor represented a heart-warming heart, no matter where she was willing to let Sui Yan give flowers to others casually, even if it was a reward, it would not work.

No ink: "..."

Wumo pondered for a while, and said sincerely: "These two people really know how to play, let alone, I suddenly have inspiration again, I have to go back and write quickly, and I must tell a new and interesting script."

nothing:"……"

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Sui Yan was exuberant when he heard Wumo's nonsense. Even Jun Jing was unwilling to take revenge indirectly, and he didn't drink it after adding a few bitter pills to his bowl.

Before going to bed, Jun Jingxing was a little worried about his pulse, but he didn't find one after probing for a long time.

Sui Yan casually fiddled with the buddha beads in his hand, bumping one into another, making a slight noise in silence.

Jun Jingxing retracted his hand and frowned, "What's wrong with you today? Is something uncomfortable?"

Sui Yan recovered and shook his head: "No, you can go back to sleep."

Sui Yan was sleeping more and more restlessly, and she fainted like that yesterday, but she was still awakened by a nightmare. Where did Jun Jingxing dare to let him fall asleep, he would stay and watch him all the time.

Sui Yan looked at him quietly: "The prince will come over after the son, are you going to listen to the roots of the wall between us?"

Jun Jingxing: "..."

Jun Jingxing didn't say a word, his face was pale, and he walked away.

Sui Yan guessed it right.

He slept drowsy in the middle of the night, and when he was suddenly awakened by a nightmare, he felt that he was leaning against a person's arms, warm breath enveloping him, and his nose was covered with frost-like green wood and cold fragrance.

Sui Yan raised his head slightly, and saw Duan Mingchong, who was soundly asleep.

Sui Yan: "..."

Having said that Zi Shi is not allowed to come, and come back after Zi Shi, it is really something that Duan Ming Chong can do.

Sui Yan sighed softly and leaned in Duan Ming Chong's arms again before falling into a drowsy sleep.

I don't know if Duan Mingchong was by his side, Sui Yan didn't have nightmares anymore—perhaps because he had forgotten it. Anyway, after waking up, he didn't have the exhaustion of the previous period.

When he first woke up, he was a little dazed, and he took care of himself since he got up and put on clothes. He didn't realize anything until he washed his face with clean water.

Um? Where is Duan Mingchong?

Sui Yan wiped his face with a dry towel, and said in a loud voice, "Begonia? Begonia!"

Soon, the door was pushed open, and Duan Mingchong walked in slowly with a bunch of sugar skewers.

Sui Yan: "His Royal Highness?"

Duan Ming Chong said indifferently: "I just came out of the palace, so I immediately bought the preserves to see you. Look, they haven't been melted."

Sui Yan: "..."

Was it a ghost that I saw last night?

Sui Yan looked at him speechlessly.

Duan Mingchong hurriedly said, "You can say that tomorrow is tomorrow. I really have to wait for dawn to come back."

Sui Yan didn't believe it, but was too lazy to pierce him, and reached out to him, "Give it to me, don't change it anymore."

Duan Mingchong walked in with a smile and handed him the sugar skewers.

Although Sui Yan was eating the sugar skewers, his eyes were a little lost and looked at the void, not knowing what to think about.

Duan Mingchong stared at Sui Yan, slowly biting the hawthorn fruit, and cautiously said, "Is this a punishment?"

Sui Yan spit out the seeds and said vaguely: "Forget it, if you hang me for so long next time, then you will wait for the punishment of not meeting me as long as you want."

Duan Ming Chongqing breathed a sigh of relief and promised: "There will definitely be no next time."

Sui Yan, holding the hawthorn, turned his head to look at Duan Mingchong's serious expression, somehow, suddenly he didn't want to say anything.

Duan Mingchong watched Sui Yan staring at him, and smiled: "What's the matter?"

Sui Yan put the wooden sign aside, and after thinking about it, he gently leaned against Duan Mingchong's chest.

Duan Ming Chong originally thought that he would be left out for another while, when Sui Yan was so close to him at first, he froze for a while before he was flattered and hugged him back.

Sui Yan listened to Duan Mingchong's slow heartbeat, and thought to himself: "Wait a little longer, wait a while and say it again."

Duan Mingchong stayed with him in the Hou Mansion for half a day before being called away by the people in the palace.

Knowing that there are still two princes' fiefdoms in the palace, Sui Yan didn't let him be tempered, so he drank medicine and went to bed obediently at night.

Yesterday, Jun Jingxing was furious and didn't come to look for him all day, but even though he was angry, Jun Jingxing could still detect something wrong with Sui Yan.

He tossed in the guest room of the side courtyard in the middle of the night, then reluctantly put on his clothes and got up, intending to see the unreasonable little ancestor.

Jun Jingxing held the candlestick to the courtyard. The lamp in Sui Yan's room was on as before. Under the bed curtain, only a shadowy figure could be seen inside, as if sitting with his head down.

Jun Jingxing frowned and whispered, "Master Hou, haven't you slept yet?"

The person inside moved slightly before reaching out a pale hand to lift the curtain of the bed.

With long hair draped, Sui Yan sat with one hand on his knees and bent his knees. His face was almost terribly pale, like a ghost returning to the world in the dead of night.

He looked at Jun Jingxing blankly, his eyes were full of nothingness, and he seemed a little unrecognizable.

Jun Jingxing was staring at him like this, shivering unconsciously, holding the lamp and walking over, whispered: "Have you had a nightmare?"

Sui Yan retracted his hands, hugged his calves with both hands, put his chin on his knees, tilted his head and looked at him blankly, and said, "Moon see you?"

Jun Jingxing sat down, looked at Sui Yan's somewhat loose eyes, and said softly, "It's me."

Sui Yan's voice was soft and soft: "I just went looking for you, why are you not here?"