Water came from all directions.
Sui Yan stayed in the chaos for not knowing how long, and suddenly felt a suffocation. The instinct to survive made him reach out and grab it twice, and was dragged up by one hand.
The air suddenly rushed in, he took a few quick breaths, barely opened his eyes and glanced at the person in front of him, and then he was stunned.
The young man in front of him was soaking wet, and was glaring angrily at this time: "Sui Wanggui! Are you looking for death? You are so close to the shore, you deserve to be drowned!"
Sui Yan looked at him in astonishment, and realized with hindsight that something didn't seem right.
Wasn't he already killed by a glass of poisoned wine in King Jing's mansion
Why is he still alive now
And the young man in front of him became more and more familiar with each other, until he opened his mouth to speak, Sui Yan recognized it as Song Xian.
At this time, the young man was about fourteen or fifteen years old, his face was full of childishness, and he was panting furiously at this time.
Seeing Sui Yan staring at him without blinking, he became even more angry.
"What are you looking at, I was almost killed by you just now, little Marquis, if you want to seek death, please find a clean place to jump into the river yourself, and don't drag me."
Sui Yan looked at him blankly, then stood up from the spot, and jumped into the river beside him without looking back.
There was a loud "pop" sound.
Song Xian: "..."
Suiyan has been keeping a low profile in Beijing since the third prince, Duanzhisu, fell behind, and returned to the court after three years of dormancy.
Then, overtly and secretly, the agency took down the princes who were expected to be crowned princes completely, which caused the emperor to be extremely jealous. Before his death, the third prince gave him to death, and he ended up in a tragic death in a barren garden.
When he murdered the first person with a plan, Sui Yan had already planned his fate for himself, and he understood that when the emperor died, it was also his own time of death, so he did not hate the third prince who gave him that cup of stigma. On the contrary, he And thank you so much for that glass of wine.
And the words before his death only made Song Xiantuzeng, whose eyes were higher than the top, feel uncomfortable. He was a stinky temper who was uncomfortable with himself and had to pull other people together, so he had no fear, and Song Xian wastes so many words.
He had already had nothing to ask for, so that cup of stigma was not necessary, he just found a reason to die justifiably.
It's just that Sui Yan never thought that he would open his eyes and see again one day, so when he was rescued by Song Xian when he was young, his first reaction was the hallucinations he had just before his death.
When he was fifteen years old, he once wandered in the city with Song Xian, and fell into the icy river inadvertently. It's already running out of oil.
Sui Yan thought to himself: "Even if it's a hallucination before death, why do you want me to see that bastard Song Xian?"
So when he was sure that he was hallucinating, he jumped into the river without looking back.
"I don't have anything left, just die now, it's so annoying." Sui Yan thought to himself before jumping into the water.
Then the chill came from all directions, and in a trance, there was water in front of him, and it seemed that someone jumped into the water and swam towards him.
Sui Yan thought wildly: "Which is taking advantage of this? Don't come here, don't risk your own life to save me."
A piece of ink-colored clothes seemed to float in front of him, but Sui Yan could no longer see and completely lost consciousness.
When Sui Yan became conscious again, his whole body was fluttering, and his head was full of buzzing sounds, as if someone had hit the back of the head.
He instinctively wanted to sit up on his arms, but after a while of being top-heavy, he fell back onto the bed again.
There seemed to be a group of people making noise in his mind, which was annoying him.
"The third prince is arrogant, murdering his younger brother, and giving him death."
Then there was a sound of the porcelain cup shattering.
"Forgetting to return, do you really want to risk the world's troubles and insist on getting involved in the dispute over the succession? Duan Zhisu has been convicted, and you have no chance of winning."
"Sui Yan! Sui Yan, are you still alive?"
"Prince Jing is really Zhenlie, but I don't know how much your Zhenlie is worth at this time? Either die here today or stay here, you choose."
"There is an unfavored prince on the left and right. Even if he shamelessly enjoys himself under a man, no one cares."
"The third prince... has already returned to Beijing from Canglin Temple, can you... can you wait?"
"what-"
…
Too many people and too many voices were arguing in his ears, Sui Wanggui was resentful, sad for a while, despair for a while, and his emotions were backlogged in his chest, almost bursting.
It was probably too burned out, he couldn't tell what year it was for a while, so he could only vaguely say with instinct: "Uncle Zhao..."
There was a sound of broken porcelain, followed by a faint cry.
Sui Yan felt that someone broke his chin and fed a bowl of sweet and bitter medicine.
The medicine entered his throat, and it was the medicine he was used to drinking. Sui Yan swallowed the bitter medicine in his mouth without much rejection.
Someone on the side said: "Finally, I have taken the medicine, and it will be no problem to rest for a few days."
In the confusion, Sui Yan thought blankly, "Where did this quack doctor come from? I have been poisoned for many years, and there is no cure for it. What does it mean to be no serious problem? It's really nonsense and maddening people."
I don't know if the prescription prescribed by the quack doctor worked. After a long while, Sui Yan finally felt some strength. He barely opened his eyes and swept to the side weakly, and he saw a familiar and unfamiliar face.
"Haitang?"
Being called Haitang, turned out to be a young boy.
At this moment, his face was covered in tears, and he looked at Sui Yan tearfully on the edge of the bed, and said aggrieved: "Little Marquis, you have been in a coma for three days, that person named Song is really abominable, and he actually let you fall into that glacial river. I haven't rescued him for so long, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, I must ask the second young master to ask the sage to cure his sin. Fortunately, someone saved him in time..."
A low voice came from the side, with some hoarse vicissitudes: "Okay Haitang, don't disturb the little prince, go and bring the medicine."
Sui Yan turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a family uniform, stunned for a moment, and said, "Uncle Zhao?"
Li Zhao was calm, reached out and touched his forehead, frowning: "It's still a little hot, is it still uncomfortable?"
Sui Yan just woke up, his eyes looked blankly at the two of them, and the memories in his mind came back little by little.
After a while, he took a deep breath, did not say a word, fainted again, very neat.
Haitang and Li Zhao: "..."
"Someone! Lord Hou passed out again!"
Three days later, Sui Yan, who was almost burned to ashes, finally woke up in a daze, completely accepting the fact that he was living again.
Ordinary people are either frightened or delighted by such strange things, but he is extremely calm, his heart is gray in his eyes, and he thinks blankly: "It's all over again, but in the end, it's just death, why bother?"
He had no intention of surviving, and thinking about it like this made him even more disillusioned, and even the life-saving medicine that Haitang brought carefully had no plans to drink.
The bitter medicine was filled with white mist. Haitang looked at Sui Yan, who was half leaning on the soft couch, and said in a low voice, "Young master, take the medicine."
Sui Yan let out a lazily "um", brought the medicine over and smelled it, then his face changed, covering his mouth and almost spitting it out.
Haitang hurriedly came up and patted his back: "Master?"
In the past, Suiyan drank medicine just to prolong his life, and he couldn't drink it, but now he's too lazy to live, why do he have to drink this kind of bitterness to torture himself
Thinking like this, he simply put down the medicine and shook his head to indicate that it was okay: "I heard you say that I was lucky to be rescued the day I fell into the water, who is it?"
Haitang said indifferently: "It happened to be out of the palace to do business..."
Sui Yan's heart skipped a beat.
It's like hearing Haitang Mosquito: "...His Royal Highness."
Sui Yan was really at a loss now. When he fell into the water in the previous life, because Song Xian was stunned, he was stunned for a moment before he remembered to save him, and it took so much time to learn how to get cold and hurt his body.
And in this life, he has jumped into the river twice, why did another prince jump out to save him
The more Suiyan thought about it, the more headaches became, and she simply stopped thinking about it.
Haitang said: "Young master drink medicine"
Sui Yan was absent-minded: "Okay, okay."
Haitang exhorted again, and then bowed down.
Sui Yan gathered some strength to get up from the couch and glanced out the window, only then did he realize that there was a heavy goose feather snow outside, and it was white and eye-catching.
He vaguely remembered that when he was dying, it seemed like the sky was covered with snow.
Sui Yan walked slowly to the window, pushed half of the window open, and the heavy snow was swept in by the cold wind, almost hitting him in the face.
The big man's mansion, looking out of the window, the rockery pavilion, the snow tree candlestick, is the same as in his memory.
Sui Yan leaned lazily by the window, swept through the scenes in the courtyard one by one with a complicated expression, but with one hand he held the bowl of medicine without a trace, and splashed it neatly out the window.
The snow on the ground was splattered black.
He lowered his eyes and looked lazily at the blackness on the ground being gradually covered by fresh snow. Then he closed the window and continued to lie back on the couch, and soon fell asleep again.
Sui's family is loyal and fierce, guarding the frontier from generation to generation, and expanding the territory for Beilan's perennial battles in the battlefield.
But I don't know if this year old Young Master Yan took the wrong medicine when he was pregnant. He didn't like to fight and kill since he was a child. At a young age, he would gag all day long and be unruly. Who is the whole capital? We all know that there was a naughty and arrogant young master in the Grand General's mansion who galloped on the battlefield for generations.
When Suiyan was young, his father and two older brothers were still there, so Sui's family did not need to rely on him for support. In addition, the old lady loved Suiyan's frail body and didn't want him to follow his parents to fight on the battlefield. Let him do what he likes.
It was not until Sui Yan was ten years old that General Sui Da and his two brothers died in battle, and the old lady died in grief. He was forced to come out of the gentle village and learn to be everywhere here. The capital of the tiger's mouth and wolf's den survives.
In the last life, he didn't know how to keep a low profile, insisting on being the right-hand man of the third prince, and secretly and secretly making plans for his agency.
But in this life, Sui Yan doesn't plan to go to this muddy water, it's too annoying.
Because the Sui family died in southern Xinjiang, the emperor took great care of the only blood of the Sui family.
Half a day after Suiyan fell into the water, an imperial doctor was sent from the palace to treat him, but all the medicines that were worth a thousand dollars were prescribed by Suiyan and poured on the bare osmanthus tree outside.
Seven days later, Sui Yan was still a little sullen, and the imperial doctor he sent seemed to be at a loss.
Suiyan's lip line was slightly raised, and even when his face was expressionless, he seemed to be smiling. What's more, he always had a three-point smile when he met everyone. It was a habit he cultivated in the last ten years, and he couldn't change it for a while.
He stared at the imperial doctor gently, and said softly, "If you really pierce me with a needle, I will tell the royal uncle that you are going to kill Zhongliang."
Imperial Physician: "..."
The imperial doctor quickly knelt down and pleaded guilty and said, "Little Marquis, this, this..."
Where is this word
Haitang, who was on the side, said: "The two adults don't know, my young master is most afraid of needles, you should prescribe some more medicine, your body has not improved for so many days, if you don't give out any more snacks, be careful that I invite the emperor. , sue you for perfunctory responsibility."
Imperial Physician: "..."
It is true that if there is any master, there will be any servant, and the two masters and servants are really in tune.
The imperial doctor prepared some more recipes with sincerity and fear, and warned one, two, three or four things, and then hurriedly slipped away.
In his previous life, Sui Yan hated drinking medicine the most. When he first started drinking the medicine, he almost vomited up to the point of vomiting blood, but in order to survive, he had to force it to swallow it.
This time, he stopped tossing himself. Every time Haitang brought the medicine to warm the body, he responded on the surface, but in fact, after Haitang left, he poured it on the outside window—if that osmanthus tree He is still alive, I am afraid that he has thrown the leaves off.
A bunch of supplements were added to today's medicine, and the smell smelled sweet. At first glance, it was a lot of thought, but Sui Yan just glanced lazily, then leaned lazily by the window and poured the medicine on. on the ground.
When he put the medicine bowl on the window lattice, he looked up lazily, and saw a dark figure not far away—the man didn't look like a weak crown, tall and tall, wearing a dark cloak, looking at him with a smile. , caught his drug-splashing behavior.
Sui Yan: "…"