"People from Sui'anhou Mansion? Are you sure?"
The dark guard said: "That person has a special identity and is very hidden, so I couldn't find out his details, but... When my subordinate went to Sui Anhou's mansion with His Royal Highness, I saw that person in the dark in the side courtyard of Xiaohou Ye. ."
Duan Mingchong's brows furrowed even tighter.
The dark guard hurriedly said: "Although it is only a distant relationship, my subordinates will never admit their mistakes."
Duan Mingchong tilted his head to look at Sui Yan, who was happily nibbling pine nuts with his back to him, and was rarely silent.
The dark guard said cautiously: "His Royal Highness, Xiaohou Ye he..."
Duan Mingchong shook his head: "There is something strange about this matter. You bring someone to quietly suppress this matter, and don't make a big fuss."
The dark guard hesitated and said, "But Your Highness, if your Fifth Highness is really caught this time... it will be beneficial to you without any harm..."
Duan Mingchong's expression suddenly sank: "Do you mean to be alone with your own brother?"
The dark guard hurriedly knelt down: "My subordinates dare not."
Xu Shi Duan Mingchong's voice was too loud, and Sui Yan looked back at them in a daze.
Duan Mingchong rubbed his eyebrows, restrained his anger, waved his hand, and said, "Go, do it cleanly, don't involve the Sui'an Houfu."
The Dark Guard took the lead.
Duan Mingchong took a deep breath and then went back.
Sui Yan was holding a bunch of pine nuts in his hands and was enjoying himself. He blinked at Duan Mingchong and said, "What happened?"
Duan Ming Chong said: "A little thing."
Sui Yan looked behind him and didn't see the shadow of the dark guard, so he whispered, "Your dark guard is not sensible at all, so hurry up and replace him."
Duan Mingchong said, "scared you again?"
Sui Yan said dissatisfiedly: "Every time I come over to talk when others are doing business, I have no eyesight."
Is it your business to play with your heart and mind
Knowing that he would definitely get a "yes" when he asked this question, Duan Mingchong didn't do it too much, he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll replace him when I go back."
Only then did Suiyan smile, holding the pine nuts and saying, "Have you tried it?"
Duan Mingchong hesitated: "The things outside..."
Seeing that the things he moved outside were not clean again, Suiyan pouted and winked at him: "I peeled it myself just now, so I'll try one, it's delicious."
Duan Mingchong looked down and found that Sui Yan's palm was filled with shelled pine nuts. He glanced at Sui Yan's reddish fingertips.
Suiyan looked at him as if offering a treasure: "Is it delicious?"
Duan Mingchong nodded lightly: "Yes."
The two of them were talking when a sudden explosion sounded in their ears.
As soon as Sui Yan raised his head, he saw a huge firework explode into the air, and the shattered light snapped out in the air.
Suiyan pushed him: "The fireworks have started!"
It was the first time for Duan Mingchong to see fireworks soaring into the sky so close. open.
He looked up at the more and more broken fires that were constantly bursting into the sky, and suddenly thought without bounds: "In the playbook, it seems that only people who are in love with each other will meet to watch the fireworks."
"Ayan he... do you know?"
His Highness the Crown Prince was very curious, and just wanted to pat Sui Yan and asked, but he remembered the Oolong who put the lanterns before, and immediately retracted his hand.
"Nine times out of ten the contents of the playbook are deceptive, and 80% of them are fake." Duan Mingchong thought to himself, "It's better to go back and burn it."
The fireworks were soaring into the air, gorgeous, but fleeting and terribly short.
Jun Jingxing, dressed in a green shirt, stood alone on the bank of the Ming River, slightly raised his head and looked at the fireworks in the sky. He didn't know what to think, and suddenly smiled.
"I haven't planned to do it myself yet, so you all came over by smelling the smell, really..." He lowered his eyes slightly, smiling like a flower, but what he said just wanted people to kick him into the glacier.
The dark guard, who was ridiculed by him as a dog, walked out of the darkness with a blank face and said straight to the point: "Killing the prince is a big crime to punish the nine clans, aren't you afraid of dying without a corpse?"
When Jun Jingxing heard these words, it was like hearing a big joke, he suddenly raised his hand to support his forehead, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the laughter overflowed from his throat.
He laughed sullenly, put his hands down, the circles of his eyes were reddish, and there were tears at the ends of his slightly curved eyes.
"Nine clans?" Jun Jingxing gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, his wide sleeves drooped down, making his waist thinner, he smiled and asked, "Where?"
The dark guard looked at him coldly, and a few people in black flashed again in the darkness, gradually approaching him.
Jun Jingxing didn't seem to notice, he turned around to face the Ming River full of frost and snow, raised his head and continued to look at the sky full of splendid broken fire, sighed softly, and said softly, "Life is like a tree. Flowers, with one branch and one stem, fall with the wind, and fall into the grass."
Jun Jingxing's voice was clear and clear, and when he whispered these words softly as if he was singing a tune, it became more and more desolate and sad.
He was alone, with his sleeves full of cold wind, but behind him was the prosperity of the prosperous world when the gorgeous fireworks exploded.
"Duan Xichen is hateful, I wish I could kill him in my dreams, but..." Jun Jingxing's long hair was blown up by the wind, he raised his hand and stroked it gently, his voice soft and soft.
"... Who told you that I would do it myself?"
The fireworks on the Lantern Festival will be set off for a quarter of an hour, and everyone on the long street will stop and stand, looking up at the sky that is bursting with fireworks.
Duan Xichen stood in front of the side street with a small hand stove that had no charcoal fire in his hand, raised his head slightly to look at the fireworks in the sky, and the smile on his face became gentle.
There were people coming and going in the street, and from time to time a few children ran past him cheering and holding a windmill made of paper.
Duan Xichen unconsciously stroked the pattern on the small hand stove with his fingers, and a servant stepped forward slowly and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's time to go back."
Duan Xichen squinted at the fewer and fewer fireworks in the sky, and said softly, "Don't worry."
The attendant did not dare to interfere in his affairs, so he hurriedly bowed and stepped back.
The fireworks were about to end, and when it was time for the curfew, groups of people poured into the side streets from the main street one after another, and left chatting and laughing.
Duan Xichen still didn't move, and still looked up at the sky where only one firework was left.
A few children ran past him with pinwheels in their hands and laughing. A little girl was a few steps behind, panting and saying to them, "Wait for me!"
The children grimaced at her: "If you catch up, we will wait for you!"
The little girl was so angry that her tears flowed out, maybe she couldn't see the way, she stomped her foot and staggered towards Duan Xichen's side.
"Brother! Wait for me!"
The attendant on the side was startled and rushed to stop him, but Duan Xichen took his eyes back and glanced at her, unexpectedly not angry, and a look of interest flashed in his eyes.
Duan Xichen has a high position and is very popular with the emperor. I don't know if he has been used to being lawless since he was a child, and his temperament is extremely strange.
He likes to spend time and money, playing with power, and I don't know what eccentricity is. He loves young and beautiful children for ten minutes. Sometimes, when he sees someone who can be seen on the street, 80% of them will have someone bring him back to his house.
The attendant had followed him for several years, and had also helped him to kidnap people. At this time, seeing that he seemed to be somewhat interested in this child, his eyes darkened, and the movement of stepping forward stopped abruptly.
The little girl stumbled and slammed into Duan Xichen's arms unimpeded.
The little girl was startled and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She was probably frightened. Tears were falling, and she said indifferently, "Brother...Brother..."
Duan Xichen's pupils shrank slightly.
He was slender, and the cloak hung down, blocking half of the little girl's figure.
The attendants on the side seemed to feel that something was wrong, and just as they were about to step forward, a group of spectators with lanterns suddenly came out from the street, and their staggered figures blocked the sight of the attendants.
The little girl looked up at him slightly, her tears falling more and more fiercely, but there was no fear in her clear eyes, and some were just cold.
Duan Xichen swayed slightly.
Blood slowly overflowed from the wound and slid down the little girl's fingers.
She blinked lightly, tears rolling down her face like glazed beads. Even though she was only a seven or eight-year-old child, her eyes were as cold and indifferent as those of soldiers who had gone to the battlefield.
There was a strange smile on the corner of the little girl's lips, and she lowered her voice and said, "Since Your Highness likes children so much, you will surely feel happy if you die in the hands of children?"
"Isn't that what you call a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye?"
Duan Xichen looked at her blankly, wanting to speak out, but for some reason, his whole body froze.
"you… "
After the little girl finished speaking, she quietly pulled out the dagger that had pierced into Duan Xichen's stomach, and put it into her sleeve under the cover of the cloak.
She took a few steps back, raised her head, and put on a pitiful expression on her delicate little face again. She looked at Duan Xichen timidly, and said tremblingly, "I am disturbing the noble!"
Saying that, he quickly ran away in fear.
The author has something to say: The life of a person is like a tree with flowers, with one branch and one stem, falling with the wind and falling into a clump. Quoted from "The Legend of Scholars. Fan Zhen"