Since the signing of the lottery, Sui Yan was unable to respond, and after thinking about it, he still asked Wumo to go to the Zeng Xue Zen room and stole the wooden lottery tube back.
When Wumo came back, he handed the lottery to him without a word, and asked faintly, "Young master, didn't you say you don't believe in gods and Buddhas?"
"Stop talking nonsense."
Sui Yan sat cross-legged on the couch, shook the lottery drum for a long time, glanced casually, and his face suddenly became disheveled.
Sign again.
Wu Mo leaned over: "What sign?"
Sui Yan was so angry that he instructed Wu Mo: "Bring that charcoal basin to me!"
It was done without ink, and the fire in the charcoal basin was booming.
Sui Yan sat up on his knees, frowned and rummaged through the lottery box, picked out all the winners, and threw them all into the lottery box.
The fire burst into flames and crackled loudly.
After throwing it, he held the lottery pot in both hands, closed his eyes and shook it twice, and one of the lottery tickets fell off.
Sui Yan hurriedly went to pick it up, his eyes rolled, and he looked at Wu Mo at his signature: "Sign up!"
No ink: "… "
Wu Mo said, "Goodbye."
Even Wumo's indifferent temperament was made speechless by Sui Yan's actions, let alone Duan Mingchong.
Duan Mingchong went to the couch and sat down, and pointed at the sign in Sui Yan's hand with his finger, and found that all of them were actually signed.
Duan Mingchong said helplessly, "What are you doing with this?"
Sui Yan lined up the lottery on the couch and said, "It's a good meaning, although I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, but if I get the lottery, it will give me some hope and comfort."
Duan Mingchong said, "What do you have a vision for?"
Suiyan paused with his fingers, raised his head and blinked slyly: "Marriage."
Duan Mingchong: "…"
Duan Mingchong didn't know how to react for a while.
Fortunately, Sui Yan was very tired of climbing the mountain today, and after tossing around for a while, he soon lost the strength to play around again. Duan Ming Chong saw that he was so sleepy that he wanted to entangle himself to release the sign, so he had to pick one up and coaxed him. A few words of blessings were profound and everything was fulfilled, and Sui Yan gave up.
Satisfied, he wrapped a pile of signatures with red rope, placed it under his pillow, and lay on top of it.
He went to bed early, and after brewing drowsiness on his own, he completely lost consciousness.
Duan Mingchong packed himself up and went back to the inner room, where he saw Sui Yan curled up in the bed with the quilt rolled up, sound asleep.
Duan Mingchong shook his head helplessly, stepped forward and tucked the quilt he had spread out. He was about to get a quilt to sleep when he heard Sui Yan suddenly gasped, his whole body trembled, suddenly sober.
It was always like this when Suiyan had nightmares, Duan Mingchong was taken aback and hurriedly stepped forward to look at him.
Sui Yan had already opened his eyes, he didn't know what nightmare he had, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.
He breathed for a moment, before he stared in a daze: "Your Highness, is it dawn?"
Duan Mingchong patted his chest lightly and said softly, "You just fell asleep for a while, did you have a nightmare?"
Sui Yan looked at him in confusion, before shaking his head for a long time: "I don't know, I don't remember."
Duan Mingchong's voice was softer: "then sleep for a while, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Every time Suiyan had nightmares, Duan Mingchong would always comfort him softly, saying "I'm here" softly, but Suiyan, who was in a cold sweat, miraculously calmed down when he heard these words, like a drum. The heartbeat gradually calmed down.
Sui Yan grabbed his sleeve and closed his eyes uncontrollably, but still insisted on speaking: "You promised, don't go."
Duan Mingchong chuckled lightly: "Okay."
Sui Yan's hand dropped gently, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Sui Yan's illness was not cured before, and he didn't take medicine at night, and he still had nightmares when he was asleep, but today I don't know if Duan Mingchong was by his side, and the quiet sandalwood scent had been vaguely lingering in his nostrils. Make him feel safe even in his sleep.
He had a messy nightmare tonight, but he was like a bystander, he didn't feel the same way as before, so he didn't feel too scared.
In the dream, he saw the flames rising into the sky, and the moon saw that the fiery red clothes were dyed into inch by inch of sparks, burning him little by little.
He saw that the palace collapsed inch by inch, and Mars and Fei Xue fluttered down.
The little prince, who had only glimpsed in his previous life, had not yet reached the height of his thighs. He was squatting on the snow with a glass bottle in his hand and swaying curiously. The cicadas inside made a sound, mixed with the sound of crackling fire around him, which was deafening.
Sui Yan stood in the ruins like a ghost, his clothes were flying in flames, he stretched out his hand to the little prince who was playing by the sea of fire, and said, "His Royal Highness."
The little prince raised his head curiously, and saw that he seemed very happy, his eyes were slightly curved, he stood up and patted the black strange snow on his body, opened his small hands and rushed towards him happily.
Sui Yan instinctively wanted to pick him up, but when he opened his hand, he realized that his whole body was bathed in a sea of fire, he was startled, and hurriedly said, "Don't come! Don't come!"
In the dream, he desperately wanted to shout, but he felt powerless and could not even make a sound of mosquitoes, so he could only watch Duan Mingchong rush towards him.
The flames spread immediately, burning straight to the little prince.
Duan Mingchong let out a painful cry that was burned by the flames.
Sui Yan: "Ming Chong!"
Duan Mingchong was covered in flames, raised his head and looked at him blankly, his lips were pale, and he murmured, "Ayan..."
Sui Yan wanted to push him away, but he couldn't move at all, he could only watch the fire burn.
Then it suddenly went dark, and the picture changed. After the young prince drank a glass of wine, he spit out a mouthful of blood while clutching his chest.
Sui Yan was watching from the side, he watched the people around him in a mess, and screamed to call the imperial doctor;
Duan Ruwang threw the cup down, with a weird smile on his face;
Duan Zhisu and Song Xian's faces were pale, and they seemed to be shocked, and...
and another self in the crowd.
The young Sui Wanggui was still holding an orange in his hand, and looked at the prince who was slowly falling in a daze.
At that time, he didn't know that the life and death of this person determined his life.
Sui Yan has been pampered since he was a child. If he didn't take care of his death in his previous life, he would have no worries in his life, and he would live without heart and soul until he died of old age - just like this life.
Sui Yan was like a passer-by, almost indifferently watching this scene flash past his eyes, and finally settled on Duan Ming Chong's pale wrist hanging on the ground.
Sui Yan thought vaguely: "He died in the previous life, I can't end in a good life, he is still alive in this life, and I..."
"There are many dangers in the block, and if there is a slight mistake, I am afraid that it will not end well."
Sui Yan moved in confusion, thinking, "...I don't want to have a good death too?"
Then what was he reborn for
Just after the Hai Shi, Duan Mingchong put down the scriptures in his hand, and was about to blow out the lamp to rest when suddenly he felt Sui Yan beside him talking in a low voice.
He leaned forward and found that Sui Yan was whimpering softly.
Duan Mingchong was stunned.
Except when Suiyan fell ill and could no longer bear the pain, Duanming Chong saw him cry. Since then, even if Suiyan cried, it was all fake crying to win the sympathy of others.
And now, he was just sleeping, how could he cry like a child
Duan Mingchong gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, but Sui Yan still couldn't stop crying.
If I keep crying like this, I'm afraid I'm going to hurt God.
Duan Mingchong thought for a while, sighed slightly, lifted Sui Yan's quilt, slipped in lightly, and then carefully pulled Sui Yan into his arms.
Sui Yan dreamed of something sad again, and when he cried so much, he didn't forget to put his two paws on Duan Ming Chong's waist.
Duan Mingchong was a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to wake him up, so he let him wrap his arms around his waist and curled up in his arms.
Duan Mingchong gently touched his head and said softly, "Go to sleep, don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Sui Yan seemed to be comforted by him in a daze. He leaned his face against Duan Mingchong's chest, and didn't know what to say, and rubbed lightly on Duan Mingchong's body.
Tears brushed against him.
Duan Mingchong sighed lightly, feeling that Sui Yan was still shaking slightly, he hugged Sui Yan with his hands, and patted his back lightly.
Sui Yan was soothed, finally stopped crying, and fell asleep after a while.
Since then, there have been no more nightmares.
instead.
Early in the morning, Sui Yan was awakened by the sound of birds chirping outside. He rubbed his eyes for a while before he woke up. He rubbed his hands on the bed, and found that the quilt was cold. Duan Mingchong had gone out. .
For some reason, Sui Yan felt weak all over. He carefully recalled the dream last night but couldn't remember it for a while, so he had no choice but to think that he had another nightmare.
Sui Yan muttered: "It seems that it is safer to let Yue Jian follow."
He was about to lift the quilt to get up when he realized that something was wrong.
Sui Yan lifted the corner of the quilt expressionlessly, looked inside, and then pressed down on the quilt, his face flushed violently.
Sui Yan was sitting on the bed for a long time before finally digesting the fact that he seemed a little dignified. He wanted to cry without tears and buried his head on the quilt for a long time before he suddenly got back into the quilt.
The quilt moved for a while, Sui Yan quickly changed his clothes, and ran out with his dirty middle clothes in his arms.
He personally moved the charcoal basin out, avoiding the people from the East Palace in the corner of the backyard, and threw the clothes in his hand into the charcoal basin.
Destroy the corpse.
Sui Yan returned to the room with a flushed face, feeling even hotter from the charcoal pot. He opened the window, and the sparrows chattering outside suddenly flew away.
The falling snow on the eaves floated down and landed on Sui Yan's face, making him shudder and completely awake.
Suiyan put his arm on the window lattice and buried his head in it.
He never thought that he had lived for 23 years in the previous life, plus more than three years in this life, and he was twenty-six years old, and he would still have the same reaction as a hairy boy.
Suiyan was implicated and imprisoned in the palace when he was only fifteen years old when he was just in touch with personnel. At that time, no one told him about the love between men and women. Later, because of Duan Xichen's wretched desire for him, he became more concerned about this matter. It was disgusting and disgusting, and it took three or four years to ease back.
It's just that at that time, he was in a state of dying, and he didn't care about the other things at all. It would be good to be alive, which caused him to be so old, and he was still ignorant about love affairs.
But I have never eaten pork or have seen pigs slaughtered. Even if Sui Yan doesn't understand, he has lived for more than 20 years. He knows that only a 14- or 15-year-old boy can be so immature. In a dream...
Sui Yan almost scratched his hair: "What did I dream about yesterday? Am I a beast?"
"Dirty! It's you! Sui Wanggui, Sui Wanggui, why didn't your face burn together? What do you want your face for!?"
"It's still in the temple, and all the gods and Buddhas are looking at you - oh I don't believe in Buddhism - that's not OK! If you are so dignified, you will be struck by lightning!"
After scolding himself, he was afraid that he would fall ill because of this embarrassing thing, so he immediately tried to solve himself by repeating the same trick.
"No, although I have lived for so long, this body is only under twenty years old. It is when I was young and frivolous. This should be normal."
normal…
He murmured "normal" for a long time, and finally slammed the window lattice: "It's not normal no matter what you think, I should have brought Yue to see it!"
He complained to himself for a long time, then ran out quickly, grabbed a palace servant, and said, "Go find the accompanying cook, I'll find him if I have something to do."
Palace staff: "..."
The palace servants' faces were full of doubts, and they didn't quite understand why the dignified Marquis didn't order them, instead of going to the cook.
After a while, Wu Mo came over with a steamed bun.
Sui Yan took the steamed bun with a serious face, stuffed one in his mouth, and said, "I uuuuuu..."
Wu Mo frowned and said, "Don't say anything."
Suiyan swallowed the steamed buns and said sternly, "I tell you one thing, God knows you know I know, let the third person know that I will burn your household registration."
Seeing that he was so serious, Wumo also took it seriously.
"Master Hou ordered me to go down the mountain of knives and not go to the sea of fire."
Suiyan said: "Go down the mountain and buy me a medical book about..."
Wu Mo was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he was deaf, he tentatively asked: "About... or something? Say it again, Lord Hou."
Sui Yan paused every word: "Desire, fire, recklessness, movement."
No ink: "… "
Sui Yan: "…"
The two stared at each other.
After a while, Sui Yan quietly lowered his head, blushing to the bottom of his ears.
The author has something to say: Wu Mo [Poyin]: Where is my household registration? Bring it, I will burn it myself! !