Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)

Chapter 114: Taihe

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Sui Yan opened his eyes in a daze, and it was the beam of the house against the faint shadow of the candle.

He was exhausted and struggled to sit up. In a trance, his face was wet and hot, and when he reached out to touch it, it was full of tears.

It was still dark, and it seemed that it was only midnight.

Sui Yan looked suspiciously at the water stains on his fingertips, rolled up his sleeves and wiped his face, before reaching out to rub his eyes.

"Press your eyes again?"

He muttered and rubbed his eyes for a long time to stop the tears.

The candle on the table had burnt to the end, and it was about to go out. Sui Yan hurriedly lifted the quilt to continue the candle.

It was just that he had just woken up from a nightmare, his body was unbearably sore, and his knees went soft as soon as his feet touched the cold ground, and he fell straight down.

At the same time, the candle on the small case jumped twice and went out.

The small wing of the Xingbu Yamen is too narrow, and at night it is darkness where you can't see your fingers.

Sui Yan stood up on the bed, looked around blankly, but couldn't see anything.

He tried to take two steps forward, stepping on the icy slate floor with his bare feet, and the chill climbed up the meridians little by little, piercing the cold.

Sui Yan has been a little afraid of the dark since his previous life, no matter what time he lights up the lights all night and never goes out.

In the Hou Mansion, Haitang helped him renew the lights every night. After he became a prisoner in the Punishment Department, there was no one to serve him in the middle of the night. Fortunately, he slept on one foot until three poles in the sun a few days ago, and never bothered with such trivial matters. .

In the middle of the night today, he was awakened by a nightmare for the first time ever, and there was darkness in front of him without even touching the candle.

Sui Yan frowned and fumbled in the small case and the small cabinet for a long time, but he couldn't find anything. He followed the faint light to find the door—perhaps he was too quiet these few days, and there was no one to guard him at midnight. , called for a long time, but no one ignored him.

Sui Yan had no choice but to grope back to the bed, curled up under the quilt and forced himself to fall asleep.

"Don't be afraid." He closed his eyes tightly and murmured to comfort himself, "Light is neither light nor darkness. When I close my eyes, it is also dark in front of me. It makes no difference whether I light a lamp or not..."

He murmured nonsense to soothe himself, and a voice of memory that had been sealed for a long time rang out in his ears.

"The sun and the moon are gorgeous, brilliant..."

Sui Yanyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The darkness in front of me has slowly turned into the desolate and decayed palace of the previous life, the cobwebs are crawling all over the beams, the candlesticks are placed on the small case with a missing corner, and the window lattice is open.

The wild cat ran fast on the eaves and made a shrill cry.

Sui Yan stared blankly at the cluster of candles, and didn't seem to react.

"The sun and the moon, the beauty, and the people's photos."

A soft whisper came from his ear, as if it was a whisper and a song to lull people to sleep, making Sui Yan even more confused and stunned.

Li Zhao lifted the curtain of the bed and saw that Sui Wanggui was still not asleep, he said helplessly, "Your Highness still can't sleep?"

Sui Wanggui was stunned for a while, then nodded lightly: "Uncle Zhao, I seem to be having a nightmare."

Li Zhao walked in slowly, obsessed with the candlestick, and illuminated the wide bed curtains brightly and warmly.

He sat beside the footrest, stretched out a warm hand and touched Sui Wanggui's forehead, and said softly, "Your Highness, don't be afraid, the old slave has been waiting outside."

Sui Wanggui blinked, cold sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead, he turned slightly sideways, his lips were pale: "My mother always sang to me that song when I was young, no matter how much I messed up, my mother would not play it. scold me… "

Under the candlelight, Li Zhao's face was a little cold, but his eyes were extremely gentle.

"The lady is gentle and gentle, and the prince follows the lady."

Sui Wanggui's eyes were a little lost, he murmured, "I miss my mother..."

Li Zhao's eyes flashed with pain, and he gently patted his shoulder. He didn't say much, but hummed the unfinished song again.

"The beauty of the sun, the moon, and the splendor of the sun and the moon, the four seasons of the sun, the moon, and the stars..."

Sui Wanggui gently curled up under the quilt, buried half of his face in the pillow, and after a long time choked and let out a low, suppressed sob.

The songs in my ears were still whispering slowly, but they seemed to drift away in the distance until they dissipated.

After an unknown amount of time, Sui Wanggui opened his eyes again, and Li Zhao, who was next to him, disappeared.

A candle the size of a bean lit slowly on the table, and the huge room was empty.

He got out of bed in a single shirt and shivered through the door.

The palace is desolate and cold, and in the dark place under the moonlight, it seems that there are countless ghosts and ghosts with green faces and fangs hiding.

Sui Wanggui was trembling all over, staggering and running barefoot in the huge palace, calling out the names of all kinds of people hoarsely.

His mind was blank, and he only remembered that he was screaming...

"Mother..."

"Three Highnesses..."

Yes, in his previous life, every time he had nightmares, it was these people.

The palace was as empty as a haunted house, and the dark wind whistled through the hall, making a cry like a ghost.

Sui Wanggui pushed open every room and searched one by one, only to feel that after several days, he could not find a single person.

He was covered in cold sweat, and the more he ran, the more tired he became. In the end, his feet seemed to be in the air, and he rolled down the long steps in embarrassment.

The thin body was lying directly on the cold ground. He didn't seem to feel any pain. He opened his eyes in confusion. He saw his pale fingers under the moonlight, and he didn't know what to think.

Suddenly murmured.

“Ming Chong…”

In an instant, the surrounding scene was like a broken bronze mirror, suddenly shattered into pieces and dissipated in mid-air.

Sui Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

It was already bright outside, but for some reason, he was lying on the cold ground wrapped in a quilt.

With a sullen expression, he struggled to climb back to the couch, his eyes were a little hazy, and he raised his hand.

Another hand of tears.

Sui Yan only felt tired all over, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know what nightmare he had.

He clutched his chest and coughed weakly, and said to himself, "Did I sleepwalk out and fight with someone at night?"

Otherwise, why are you so tired and still lying on the ground

He didn't know why, and before he got to the bottom of it, he heard the sound of unlocking the door on the side.

Soon, Song Xian walked out, holding a paper in his hand, and said lightly, "Sinner Suiyan, let's go."

Sui Yan was putting on his clothes, looked at him sullenly, and said, "Speak human words."

Song Xian just pouted and said, "The civil and military people of the whole dynasty have been arguing about you for several days. Your Majesty is probably annoyed by the quarrel. I announce that you will immediately go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to convict yourself.

Sui Yan tilted his head and coughed again, his voice a little hoarse: "You may need to find me an imperial doctor first."

Song Xian walked forward with a frown, reached out and touched his forehead, suddenly startled: "You have a fever?"

Sui Yan's eyes were full of water mist, and he glared at him: "Can't you feel it?"

Song Xian said: "If you touch it, you can boil an egg."

Behind him, there was the Dali Temple Ting Zheng who came with Song Xian. Seeing that Sui Yan had no plans to leave, he walked in and said coldly, "Please hurry up, Your Majesty is still waiting in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, so I wasted time. I'm afraid it's more of a crime."

Song Xian glanced at him and said indifferently, "Your Majesty has not made a decision yet. Your Majesty is so sure that Marquis will be convicted. Do you think that you are one step ahead of His Majesty?"

Ting Weizheng glanced at him coldly. Song Xian and him quarreled most fiercely in the courtroom. At this time, he also understood that arguing here is useless, so he only left one sentence: "Please hurry up, Mr. Hou, don't delay for too long."

Song Xian didn't bother to care about him, so he helped Suiyan up and said, "I have your majesty's order to take you to see the imperial doctor first, and you can bear with it."

That Tingwei Zheng had planned to wait outside, but when he heard this, he immediately turned around and said coldly, "Sir Song, are you really going to disobey the emperor's order?"

Song Xian supported Sui Yanban, who was paralyzed, and said coldly, "Since Anhou has become so seriously ill, do you still want to escort him to the Hall of Supreme Harmony? If something happens to him because of your obstruction, you Can you afford it?"

Ting Weizheng said sternly: "Your Majesty wants us to take Sui Anhou to the Hall of Supreme Harmony immediately without delay. You said that Sui Anhou was seriously ill. How did I hear that he lived very well in the Xingbu Yamen these few days, compared with The Hou Mansion is also comfortable, who knows if he is pretending to be like this now?"

Song Xian was a violent temper, and when he heard this, he almost wanted to go up and fight with him.

Sui Yan was already dizzy, and when he heard Song Xian and Tingwei were arguing non-stop, he interrupted them irritably: "Don't be arguing, if it's a big deal, go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony!"

Song Xian felt hot under the clothes that touched Sui Yan's wrist, and frowned, "But you..."

Sui Yan grabbed the cloak left by Duan Mingchong and put it on his body, and said weakly, "I won't die in a while, don't worry about it."

Song Xian really wanted to throw him out.

Tingwei snorted coldly, as if he had the pleasure of regaining a city.

Sui Yan raised his eyes and looked at him impatiently: "Don't be complacent. If I don't die this time, you will suffer in the future. I don't have any other advantages, I just hold grudges."

Ting Weizheng: "..."

After half an hour, Sui Yan was supported by Song Xian outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The old eunuch who was waiting at the door saw Sui Yan's pale face, hurriedly walked up to meet him, and whispered, "Master Hou, this is..."

Sui Yan forced a smile: "It's okay."

Song Xian's face was gloomy, but he still forced a smile, and said, "I also trouble my father-in-law to send someone to ask the imperial doctor to wait outside the hall. Hou Sui An has a high fever now, so let's cook some ginger soup too - by the way, you can drink the ginger soup. ?"

Sui Yan glanced at him, coughed, and said angrily, "I'm not that picky, just put more sugar and less ginger."

His voice was a little low, and the old eunuch couldn't hear him clearly. Song Xian, who was close, nodded and conveyed, "You don't need to pick Sui'an, just put more ginger, no need for sugar."

The old eunuch nodded quickly.

Sui Yan: "…"

Ting Wei was frowning at the side, but he didn't make any more sarcastic words.

Sui Yan gently flicked Song Xian's hand away, and forcibly stood still, and was about to enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony, when Yu Guang suddenly swept to the side corridor, where several officers and soldiers were escorting a woman over.

Sui Yan frowned.

Dragging

Ting Weizheng urged: "Master Hou, clear it up."

Only then did Sui Yan come back to his senses and enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony with vain steps.

It was already time to go down to court, but the people and martial arts in the Hall of Supreme Harmony didn't go much, they all stood on the left and right sides, watching Sui Yan's eyes with all kinds of emotions.

Sui Yan was a little dizzy, he forced himself to walk a few steps, and was gently pushed his arm by Song Xian.

Then Sui Yan lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down to salute: "I have seen Your Majesty."

The ground was so icy that Sui Yan felt a chill swept over as soon as his knees touched the ground, causing his scalding body to tremble slightly.

Duan Mingchong stood tall and tall, and had been staring at him since Sui Yan came in. When he got close, he saw his pale face, his breath suffocated, and he almost couldn't help rushing up.

Emperor Beilan sat on the dragon chair and looked down at Sui Yan, who was kneeling on the ground.

Xu Shiyan was shaking a little bit so much that even the emperor couldn't bear it anymore, he frowned and said, "Is it bad for you to forget yourself?"

Sui Yan kowtowed and said lightly, "Thank you Your Majesty for being sympathetic, it's not a big problem to forget to return, it's just that Lord Ting Weizheng enforced the law fairly and dignifiedly today. ."

The emperor turned his gaze to Ting Weizheng, who was standing beside him.

At the same time, Sui Xun and Duan Ming Chong's cold and stern eyes also threw them at them like sharp swords.

Ting Weizheng: "..."

Sui Yan was still thinking in a daze: I said that I hold grudges very much, and you deserve it.

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The sun, the moon, and the splendor of the sun and the moon, and the four seasons of the sun, the moon, and the stars are from the song of Qingyun [Sun and Moon Guanghua, Dan Fudan Xi. Ming Ran Xingchen will come tomorrow... Four o'clock follow the scriptures, Wan's surname is Yuncheng.]