It is rare for Suiyan to stay in the room peacefully for a whole day. Geng Xue once asked the little novice to come over and invite him to study and discuss "Buddhism". Because of his guilty conscience, Suiyan gave the little novice a handful of candied fruit and sent him away. .
Duan Mingchong was busy outside all day, and only came back at night.
Sui Yan was cutting something beside the charcoal basin when he saw Duan Mingchong come back and hurriedly raised his head and smiled at him.
Duan Mingchong was exhausted, but when he saw Sui Yan's smile, he was surprised that he didn't feel tired.
He stepped forward, looked suspiciously at the sawdust on Sui Yan's clothes, and said, "What are you cutting?"
Sui Yan shook off the sawdust and showed Duan Mingchong the wooden sign that had been cut in half, and said honestly, "I am cutting the sign."
Duan Mingchong looked at the neatly shaved wooden sign beside his feet, and became even more at a loss: "What are you doing with the wooden sign, didn't you draw a lot of signs yesterday at Master Gengxue?"
When I mentioned this Sui Yan, I got angry: "Don't mention it, Geng Xue asked five or six little novices to come to me today to ask for his lottery. Many, clamoring for a lottery ticket, I had to give it to them."
Duan Mingchong: "…"
Duan Mingchong rubbed his brows and started to feel tired again: "Why would you give them to them?"
According to Suiyan's temperament, if he really wanted it, even if the monks from the whole Xiangguo Temple came to make a noise, he would not give it.
Sui Yan muttered: "If I don't give them to them, my candied fruit will run out."
Duan Mingchong: "…"
Duan Mingchong sighed faintly, stretched out his hand to remove the sawdust from his hair, and said softly, "So you cut it yourself?"
He picked up the sharpened one and looked at it, not to mention, it really looked like it, and there was a row of small characters engraved on it - sign up, everything goes according to your heart, and everything you want will come true.
He even unsigned himself.
Duan Mingchong was speechless.
"How good is it to cut it yourself, what you want."
When Sui Yan spoke, he had already cut one of them skillfully, and he picked up the pile of top signs under his feet and placed them on the table.
Duan Mingchong was helpless and didn't stop him any more: "It's getting late, are you not going to sleep?"
Sui Yan didn't lift his head, picked up a piece of wood under his feet, and said, "I'm going to cut a lottery tube, and I'll go to sleep after cutting it."
Duan Mingchong saw his serious face, but couldn't persuade him, so he had to take a bath on his own.
Sui Yan was a little tired when he was half-cut, so he flicked his sour fingers, and Duan Mingchong, who had packed up, just happened to enter the inner room.
Sui Yan turned his head to look, and was immediately stunned.
Duan Mingchong was dressed in a white t-shirt, his long hair wet and draped behind his back, he held a candlestick and raised the curtain to walk out. Perhaps because there was no one there, his face was expressionless. icy.
Sui Yan's heart suddenly beat wildly, and then thumped like a drum.
The lottery holder and the small carving knife in his hand came off his hands and rolled down the hem of his clothes, landing on the ground with a soft sound.
Duan Mingchong saw Sui Yan, the indifference on his face slowly disappeared, looked at Sui Yan tenderly, and said, "Ayan? What's wrong?"
Suiyan snapped back to his senses, he picked up the carving knife and the lottery box on the ground indiscriminately, and randomly carved a few knives on it.
In a trance, he suddenly remembered the fragment from last night's dream.
Duan Ming Chong's handsome face flashed by, and then he seemed to be surrounded by people, a gentle touch wrapped around him, and then... there was no more.
Rao is so, Sui Yan still has a hot face, and can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get in.
Duan Mingchong gave an "oh" and said, "Then you go to bed early after cutting, and we'll go back the day after tomorrow."
Sui Yan nodded hurriedly, he swept Duan Mingchong up and lay down from the corner of his eye, and then glanced at the lottery in his hand.
Two words - Ming Chong are engraved crookedly on the year-old lottery tube.
The word Chong is only half engraved.
Sui Yan: "…"
Sui Yan stared at the words on the lottery box like a ghost, his ears were so red that he almost dripped blood. As if he had been burned, he quickly threw the fortune box that had been cut for a long time into the charcoal basin.
The fire was swallowed up, and soon it became a pile of ashes.
Sui Yan murmured, "I'm done."
When he unconsciously engraved Duan Mingchong's name on the lottery tube, he suddenly felt that an unknown barrier in his heart seemed to shatter into powder unknowingly.
Sui Yan sat beside the charcoal basin for a long time before going to bathe and changed clothes, and then dawdled on to the bed.
Duan Mingchong was used to going to bed at Hai Shi. Even when he got on the couch, he was still reading a book. Seeing Sui Yan crawling on the bed with a flushed face, he gave him a hand.
Unexpectedly, Sui Yan was like a frightened rabbit, almost jumping out, clutching the place where Duan Mingchong touched and looking at him in awe.
Duan Ming Chong said: "I... just want to give you a hand... "
Only then did Sui Yan realize that he was too frightened, he nodded and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry."
Duan Mingchong didn't care, and said, "Go to sleep."
Sui Yan got into the quilt, lifted the corner of the quilt and glanced at Duan Ming Chong at a glance.
Duan Mingchong read two pages, and was dumbfounded by Sui Yan's eyes from time to time. He put down the book, leaned over slightly and lifted the corner of his quilt, and said with a smile, "What are you looking at, not sleeping yet?"
Duan Mingchong's dried ink hair fell down on Sui Yan's pillow, and the fragrance of soap horns came in bursts, mixed with a subtle strange smell.
Sui Yan sniffed without a trace, his face sank a little.
The smell, though insipid, was easily recognizable—the smell of blood.
Duan Mingchong is no longer the ignorant person three years ago who easily believed in the softness of others. Since he was in the royal family, he would have to dye his hands with blood, which Sui Yan knew for a long time.
Sui Yan thought to himself, "If he doesn't do this, he can't protect himself. That's right."
He stared blankly at Duan Mingchong, the young and gentle prince was still a gentle and humble man, but his heart had changed unknowingly.
Three years ago, Duan Mingchong was too gentle, kind, pure and kind, so he was forced to persecute step by step; but now he is strategizing and killing decisively, Sui Yan sometimes feels that he is like a stranger.
On the one hand, he felt relieved and joyful, and on the other hand, he felt lost and regretful.
Sui Yan got out of the quilt and whispered, "I'm hungry."
Duan Ming Chong frowned: "Did you not eat dinner at night?"
Sui Yan glanced at the sign on the bedside, lowered his head and said, "I forgot."
Duan Mingchong was almost annoyed by him, and said helplessly: "You even forget to eat. Didn't the palace servants come to call you? I'll ask them."
Of course the palace servants did not dare not to call, but Sui Yan was addicted to signing up at the time and sent them away at will.
Suiyan quickly grabbed Duan Mingchong and said, "It's none of their business, it's my fault, it's alright, I'll go to the cook to make some steamed buns to eat, don't bother Your Highness."
Duan Mingchong: "But..."
Sui Yan put on his socks and wrapped his brown cloak again, casually said a few words to Duan Mingchong, and then ran out quickly.
The rooms of the entourage were all next door. Suiyan asked a palace servant, and soon found a room without ink.
Wumo was going to bed when he suddenly heard a loud bang on his door, and asked in confusion, "Who is it?"
Suiyan: "I."
Wu Mo immediately pulled up the quilt and covered his head: "I'm not here!"
Sui Yan: "…"
After a while, Sui Yan sat in the room without ink, shivering while hugging his knees, and said, "Why don't you use a charcoal basin? Isn't it cold?"
Wu Mo said, "No no no no cold."
Sui Yan: "…"
Sui Yan glared at him, finally warming up, and then asked, "Where is the Crown Prince going today, tell me all of it, don't miss the details."
Wu Mo said: "I didn't go anywhere, I copied scriptures and recited Buddha in Xiangguo Temple, and went to add a few long-lived lamps, and exchanged a few words with Master Gengxue, and it was gone."
Sui Yan's eyes seemed to float a little when he looked at Wumo, and he immediately patted the small case on the bedside and forced him to ask: "You lied, he must have done more than these things, don't hide anything from me, don't forget that your household registration is still there. Here!"
Wumo said impatiently, "I said yes, but don't let me do some messy things again."
Sui Yan: "That's right."
Wu Mo said unnaturally: "The longevity lamp he lit has your name in it."
Sui Yan: "…"
Sui Yan thought it was some important event - for example, Duan Mingchong's temperament changed suddenly and he killed someone or something, but he didn't expect that he just added a light.
He glared at Wu Mo: "Add a lamp... Wait!"
Wu Mo: "What are you doing? Are you singing?"
Suiyan: "You said he gave me a long life lamp!?"
Mo Mo strangely said: "Yes."
Sui Yan was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Wu Mo's hand with red ears and shook it: "Then you..."
Wu Mo was immediately vigilant: "Don't ask me to steal lights for you, there is no door!"
Sui Yan: "…"
Wu Mo: "In the important place of Buddhism, all the gods and Buddhas are watching you in the sky, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
Sui Yan was seen through at a glance, so he reluctantly gave up the idea.
He was happy for a while before he remembered the business: "What else did His Royal Highness do? Let's talk about it."
Wu Mo looked at him as if he wouldn't let him sleep without saying it, and said helplessly: "You know it yourself, Duan Xichen and Duan Ruwang want to put him to death, in a place like Xiangguo Temple where the guards are loose. , is naturally the best choice for assassination, I have already mentioned this for the sake of it, do you still want to ask?"
Sui Yan lowered his head, Wumo's unintentional words made him suddenly feel distressed for Duan Mingchong.
He nodded and muttered, "I see."
Seeing his dejected appearance, Wu Mo was also a little soft-hearted, and he comforted: "It's nothing serious, he didn't get hurt, and none of the guards in the East Palace are vegetarians, they're just a little frightened, so it's not in the way. ."
In fact, Duan Mingchong didn't seem to be frightened. On the contrary, when the assassin appeared, he seemed to have a relieved smile on his face.
Duan Ming Chong watched the assassins rushing towards him, his body was motionless, his eyes were almost all looking at them with cold light, and then the dark guards fell from the sky, a burst of blood fell on the snow, and in the shadow of swords and swords, each body fell heavily. On the ground, the snow was dyed red.
Wumo was in the dark at the time, and he didn't know what Duan Mingchong looked like. He only saw that he was motionless and thought he was frightened.
Suiyan: "Well."
Wu Mo racked his brains to comfort him a few words.
Sui Yan muttered: "Then can you help me steal the lamp?"
Wu Mo didn't hesitate: "Don't even think about it."
Very ruthless.
Sui Yan: "…"
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