Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)

Chapter 1: wedge

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In the thirty-ninth year of Fengxing, the emperor collapsed.

Snow covered the city, the whole country mourned.

In the middle of the night, going south from Cheng'an Gate, the palace gate, the long imperial corridor is covered with mourning flags flying with the chaotic snow. Against the background of the burning lights on the roadside, it looks like Huangquan Road.

Going further west through two long empty streets, you will see a mansion with black lights and blinding fire. Looking at the plaque, it is the only mansion of Fengxing's king with a different surname - King Jing's Mansion.

A series of clear footprints were left on the snow-covered bluestone road, and a man in a black court uniform dragged his clothes on the ground and walked slowly over the snow.

He didn't even hold an umbrella in such a heavy snow, a pile of snow had fallen on his shoulders, and he was holding a small sandalwood case on top of which was a glass of jade bottle full of wine. Because it was too cold, a thin layer had formed around the edges. Thin crystal cream.

It was midnight, and the gates of the mansion were wide open. From the outside of King Jing's mansion, it looked majestic and solemn, but when you walked in, you could see the withered grass on the ground.

The heavy snow fell from the sky, Song Xian walked through the front courtyard and through a hand-picking corridor, and only then did he arrive at the residence of King Jing.

King Jing's yard was not big, and it was undisturbed for a long time. It was full of withered grass. There were only a few small lanterns on the corridor, with lamp oil in them, and they were burning faintly.

Song Xian's face was expressionless, not even a drop of the wine bottle spilled out in his hand, he stepped in steadily, and just after entering the courtyard, the door beside him slammed open.

Song Xian looked at the prestige, and Sui Yan just came out of the room.

Rumor has it that Sui Yanrao, the ignorant and incompetent boy, was imprisoned for a year, and he is still gorgeous.

He was wearing a purple robe embroidered with begonia flowers, which was extremely gorgeous. He stood under the corridor with picturesque eyes, as exquisite as a picture scroll.

The two hadn't seen each other for ten years, but Sui Yan still looked like that young man in a trance, Mu Ruqingfeng, with elegant clothes.

Sui Yan's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't see anyone else, so he dawdled to the bench beside the promenade, reclined lazily on it, and stared at a small lantern at his feet. Seems to be in a good mood.

Song Xian stepped forward, put the small sandalwood case in his hand on the stone table beside him, and said lightly, "I forgot to return, long time no see."

Sui Yan seemed to be stunned for a moment, squinting at the person in front of him, and finally smiled and said, "Long time no see, who are you from?"

Song Xian: "..."

"Song Xian, I used to be the third prince's attendant with the prince in the palace," Song Xian said lightly, "The prince is really forgetful, but also, my highness and I were assigned to Canglin Temple for seven years. King Jing, who is in the middle of the wind and rain, will naturally not care about our little people."

Song Xian

Sui Yan blinked, but still couldn't remember who this person was, but after listening to his words, there was a lot of resentment, King Jing quickly said: "Oh, oh, remember, Song Xian, remember. Master Song is in charge of every day, why do you have time to come to me?"

Song Xian didn't dismantle him, his eyes glanced coldly at the lantern at his feet and the red and purple hem of his clothes, and disapproved: "It's a national mourning now.

During the national mourning period, no matter whether it is a military official or a pawn of the common people, it is decided to serve Sugu within the twenty-seventh day, and all pleasures are prohibited.

Sui Yan said strangely: "Isn't today the Lantern Festival? What's wrong? Oh yes, there is a national mourning, the emperor died?"

Song Xian frowned.

"I've been in this ghost place for more than a year. Except for the housekeeper who delivers meals every day, I haven't seen anyone at all, and no one has told me about such important events." Sui Yan stood up and took off the purple robe on his body. Take it off, revealing a thin plain shirt inside.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an exquisite filial piety.

Song Xian frowned: "Did you know the emperor would die?"

With such a heavy snow, Sui Yan was soon shivering in the cold wearing a single shirt, but he smiled: "That's not true, I'm just looking forward to his death all the time. After so many years, this filial piety finally comes in handy. - So, Mr. Song, what are you doing here so late, to pass on the new emperor's will?"

Song Xian was a little surprised: "Why do you know?"

Sui Yan let the snow fall on his body, and said lightly: "What's so hard to guess, and if I guess correctly, your wine bottle is filled with 'stigma', right?"

"Stigma" is the secret medicine in the palace. It is often a poison given to the shameful or wicked people of the royal family. After drinking alcohol, the stigma left to the royal family is also eliminated from the world. But an hour.

Song Xian took a deep breath and said, "The last word of the late emperor was to ask His Highness to give the prince a glass of wine."

In the royal family, what it means to give wine is self-evident.

Sui Yan's eyes moved.

He glanced at the exquisite wine cup, and said to himself, "I worked so hard for Duan Zhisu for so many years, but I ended up dying at his hands? This is too fucked up."

Suiyan has done a lot of things for Duan Zhisu in the past few years, but no one knows about it. Even the old emperor always thought that he was doing this for himself.

"No," Sui Yan thought to himself, "I've done so much, I can't hide it, then I can't close my eyes when I die."

Sui Yan had the intention of "death can't make everyone live in peace", his eyes curled up, he turned to one side, the blue silk fell like a waterfall shawl, the corner of his lips smiled, and said softly: "Sir Song, you want to know why the late emperor Even if I die, are you still so afraid of me?"

There was a trace of disgust in Song Xian's eyes, obviously he had read and recited Sui Yan's hatred, and opened his mouth: "You clearly don't ask about the extravagance and arrogance of the court, but you secretly win over the court officials to form a party for personal gain. In the past three years, if there are virtuous and loyal ministers who disagree with your political views, they often cannot escape the tragic situation of death, and the books that are referred to you every day are almost piled up, which shows that the people are angry and resentful.”

Sui Yan's eyes are curved, how can he look like a rich young master who is ignorant of the world, if outsiders look at him, he will not be able to see that he is the one who did such crazy things.

This man looks so good, but his heart is also really cruel.

Sui Yan smiled: "Even people like you who have just returned to Beijing can see through things, the emperor must know, but do you know why I did such a rebellious thing, but he just imprisoned me? ?"

Song Xian did not speak.

Suiyan didn't feel like he was singing a one-man show, and said to himself: "He doesn't kill me or let me go, for fear that I will hurt me again, but before he died, he asked Duan Zhisu to give me a cup of stigma. Did he want me to give it to him? Burial?"

As he said that, he thought it was ridiculous, and laughed out loud.

"But what am I to him, and in what name does he want me to be buried for him?" Sui Yan thought wildly, "Could it be that my royal uncle has such nasty thoughts towards me?"

also

Song Xian frowned. He didn't quite understand what he meant by "also", but he didn't allow him to think too much at this time, and said directly, "Why?"

Only then did Sui Yanyu put away the inconspicuous tone, and said indifferently, "Because the second prince and fifth prince, who were much loved, were all defeated by me."

Song Xian was startled: "What?"

"The second prince and the fifth prince planned the death of the crown prince at the palace banquet seven years ago, and put the blame on the third prince, so Duan Zhisu's lineage was implicated, delayed or exiled, even His Royal Highness. He was also detained in Canglin Temple for seven years and was not allowed to return to Beijing. He was wronged and had a debt to the owner. I just paid them back for what they did. They can’t be regarded as wronged.

Song Xian seemed to know him for the first time, his indifferent face was full of shock.

Sui Yan smiled softly and said softly, "Sir Song, Duan Zhisu and I have known each other since childhood, and why didn't you come to see me even for the last time? Do you know why?"

Hearing him speak now, Song Xian felt numb all over, and for a while he was completely unable to connect the person who looked like an evil ghost in front of him with the graceful young man he remembered with a smile on his face.

Sui Yan's voice was softer and softer: "Naturally, it was because the new emperor thought that all the three princes were implicated back then, and I didn't have anything to do—even the day he went to Canglin Temple, he was sealed by the previous emperor. The first prince with a different surname—I escaped because I betrayed him."

Song Xian's eyes darkened, and he murmured, "You really... did you do this?"

When he was still in Beijing, he vaguely remembered that the night before Duan Zhisu was convicted, Sui Yan went to the palace overnight and returned the next day.

Since then, Duan Zhisu has been ordered by the emperor to be imprisoned in Canglin Temple for the rest of his life, but Sui Yan, who is closest to Duan Zhisu, only asked him to reflect behind closed doors for a few days, and he also gave him a lot of precious medicinal materials, but he was sealed in a few days. The king made a sensation in the court and the opposition.

And it is precisely because of this that all the people in the DPRK and China have been spreading the word for so many years. It was because Sui Yan was seeking glory for the sake of self-protection and the seller, and Duan Zhisu was imprisoned for so many years and could not return to Beijing.

And what the truth is, now, only Sui Yan knows.

Sui Yan blinked at him and smiled slyly: "What do you think?"

Song Xian didn't know how to answer.

Sui Yan smiled softly and said softly: "Sir Song, although I have done a lot of evil these years, but to the third highness, oh, the current new emperor has not changed his original intention, you will tell me what I said today. Your Majesty, let him see that he will let me go with his old relationship?"

Song Xian's horrified expression did not fade away, and said, "Naturally."

If what Suiyan said was true, and he had no intention of taking the throne, just for Duan Zhisu's vindication, then this cup of poisonous wine was given, and Duan Zhisu knew the truth, how could he regret it

Looking at Sui Yan who was talking and laughing in front of him, Song Xian saw the young man who was dressed in brocade and had a pure mind.

In a trance, he didn't seem to have changed anything, and he was still indulgent and cynical as he was leaning against the fence when he was young.

Song Xian's lips moved lightly: "You...why do you do this?"

Sui Yan blinked and said, "Sir Song's question is a bit strange. We were both readings for the Third Highness back then. When he was down, you could go with him and be assigned to Canglin Temple for so many years, and I How can it be strange to do everything for the authorities in the DPRK to help him rehabilitate?"

Song Xian was speechless.

He is not the only one who has a heart.

Sui Yan said: "Then Master Song, remember to go back and report to His Majesty the New Emperor. It's a pity to forget to return."

Song Xian responded indiscriminately, and was about to take the ridiculous "stigma" on the table back to resume his life, when Sui Yan suddenly heard a soft "ah" sound on the side.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that the thin and handsome man picked up the "stigma" he put on the small case.

Before he could react, he drank the poisoned wine.

Song Xian was stunned in place for a moment, and he woke up after a while, he said in awe: "The new year forgets to return!"

There are still some wine stains on Sui Yan's lips, and the color of his lips is a little red, and the color is boundless.

He threw the jade cup in his hand gently on the ground, and the sound of shattering sounded, and said softly: "Sir Song will tell His Majesty, right?"

Lord Song looked at him in amazement.

Seeing his expression, Sui Yan seemed to find it very interesting, and he burst out laughing.

"Sir Song, you must tell the new emperor, how I survived for him in this treacherous court where there are tigers and wolves all these years, how I tried my best to clear up his grievances, and how I worked hard to save the two princes for him. Get off the horse, how to become a wicked person who has done all the crimes for him."

Sui Yan's tone was full of malice, but his voice was soft as water.

"In the end, I told him that I, who would rather die for him, were given a cup of 'stigma' to die because of his fear and suspicion, and I died tragically in the deserted garden?"

Song Xianqing couldn't help but take a few steps back.

After Sui Yan finished speaking, as if he had lost all his strength, he stumbled back to the couch and closed his eyes gently.

Song Xian's lips trembled: "You just have to..."

Sui Yan sneered and said: "Yes, I am such a person, even if I die, I will make everyone feel bad. Of course, you can also choose to hide this matter, but according to the method of prudence, these things But in half a year, you can completely turn over to him."

Song Xian: "You..."

Sui Yan was probably bored, no longer wanted to talk nonsense with Song Xian, and whispered, "Master Song, you have been here for too long, come back."

Song Xian was blasted out in a daze, and it wasn't until he left the gate of the palace that he suddenly reacted.

Sui Yan was still half lying on the soft couch, with a lazy posture and red lips.

He didn't have the consciousness of a dying person at all, and he hummed an unknown tune in a low voice, but he didn't know where the tune went, and he couldn't bear to hear it.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, whistling and rolling onto him from the unobstructed corridor. Soon, a thin layer of snowflakes covered half of his body.

Sui Yan didn't notice it, but when he looked closely, he would find that his eyes had lost their luster at some point, and he was still humming a song slowly.

The sound of footsteps sounded in his ears, but he didn't open his eyes, and said lazily, "Are you here to see me off?"

A man dressed in red stood beside him, a red cloak draped over his shoulders, blocking the raging cold wind and snow around him.

This person looks like a good girl, a drop of cinnabar between his eyebrows looks extremely seductive, his eyes are downcast, with a bit of indifference that refuses people thousands of miles away, he saw Sui Yan's tragic state, there was no wave in his eyes, and he said coldly: " I'll collect the body for you."

Suiyan let out a "poof" laugh, he opened his long and narrow eyes, and said, "Yue see, you are willing to help to restrain the corpse of a person like me. It seems that you are still thinking about your old relationship."

Yue Jian said indifferently: "If I didn't come to collect your corpse, you would be afraid that the enemy in the capital would pick up the corpse and whip the corpse, and then throw it in the mass grave to be bitten by wild animals. Lord Jing, who used to be powerful in the past, You are not afraid of becoming a lonely ghost even if it is such a way of dying?"

Sui Yan thought thoughtfully and said, "This way of dying is also quite good."

Yue Jian did not speak.

The two of them just waited quietly, and the snow whistled, and quickly covered Sui Yan's body with a layer of snow, making his face even more pale.

After a long time, Yue Jian said softly, "Sui Yan?"

No one answered.

Yue Jian said again: "Forgot to return?"

He tilted his head slightly, and saw that Sui Yan, who was lying on the soft couch, had closed his eyes for some time, and a layer of white frost was condensed on his long feathered eyelashes.

Yue Jian leaned over slightly, stretched out his slender hand and wiped a trace of blood on Sui Yan's lips. After a while, he whispered, "You are too tired."

He took off the red cloak and put it on Sui Yan, who had lost his temperature, with a smile on his face, as if the person in front of him really just slept.

"Go to sleep."

The garden is full of lanterns, and the falling snow is like a spot of fluorescent light.

After the heavy snow, it was covered in silver.

The new emperor ascended the throne, and it was a brand new dynasty.

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