Suiyan didn't have much strength during the illness, so he only cried for a while while holding Duan Mingchong, and then lowered his hand exhausted.
His eyes were full of hazy water mist, and tears fell, but he still struggled to grab Duan Mingchong's hand.
Duan Mingchong's eyes were slightly red, he gently wiped the tears from his face, and said softly, "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."
Sui Yan took a few breaths and choked up, "His Royal Highness... I-Will I die?"
Duan Mingchong took a breath and coaxed him even more softly: "You'll be fine, it's just a minor illness, you can get better soon after drinking the medicine."
Sui Yan's voice was crying, as if he didn't believe him, but he still wanted to get an answer to reassure himself: "But I made a big mistake..."
Duan Mingchong held his hand and rubbed his face lightly, suppressing the sourness in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "It was me who was wrong, it was always me."
If it wasn't for my indecision and indecision between right and wrong, you wouldn't have to suffer these pains at all.
Sui Yan didn't know if he heard what he said, shook his head gently, and cried back and forth saying that he had made a mistake.
Duan Mingchong pulled the sweaty black hair on his cheeks aside, leaned down and kissed the corner of his lips lightly, like a dragonfly, but instantly made the somewhat confused Sui Yan froze in place.
He stared blankly at him with hazy tears in his eyes.
Duan Mingchong lowered his trembling feather eyelashes and said softly, "Are you still afraid with me here?"
Sui Yan was stunned for a long time before shaking his head.
"No, not afraid."
Duan Mingchong smiled softly, he touched Suiyan's forehead, and said, "Be good."
Sui Yan hooked on Duan Mingchong's sleeve, his knuckles turned white with force, he was comforted by Duan Mingchong's coaxing a child, and his tears fell uncontrollably.
Duan Mingchong tilted his head towards Haitang and said, "Bring the medicine."
Jun Jingxing and Suixun did not know when they had already left the inner room, Haitang was so frightened by Duan Mingchong's kiss that she broke out in cold sweat, and she froze in place for a long time before she shivered suddenly, and ran away in a daze.
Sui Yan's vision was blurred, but he kept staring at Duan Mingchong, as if he was afraid that he would disappear.
After a while, Haitang brought the new medicine and handed it to Duan Mingchong without hesitation, and ran away without waiting for Duan Mingchong to speak.
Duan Ming Chong's heart and eyes are full of Sui Yan, and he doesn't care about other people.
He added a soft pillow behind Suiyan's pillow and let the weak Suiyan lean on it, and then he took the medicine.
At this moment, Sui Yan couldn't tell the reality of the dream, he only knew that he was staring closely at him.
Duan Mingchong stirred with a spoon, lowered his head and took a sip. He felt that it was not so hot, and then said softly: "It's not bitter, just drink a little."
Sui Yan had been ill for too long, his lips were pale and chapped, the spoon was handed to his lips, he instinctively tilted his head to hide, but because he had no strength, he was fed by Duan Mingchong.
Sui Yan said vaguely, "No..."
He only took a sip, then struggled to spit it out.
Duan Ming Chong said: "Don't vomit..."
Before he could finish speaking, Sui Yan leaned aside and vomited.
Duan Mingchong held Sui Yan and let him lean against his arms, and wiped off the medicine stains on Sui Yan's lips without being too dirty, until Sui Yan came back slowly, and then said softly: "Would you like another sip? "
Sui Yan instinctively wanted to shake his head, but he felt that Duan Mingchong bowed his head slightly and put another kiss on the corner of his lips.
Sui Yan looked up at him blankly.
Duan Ming Chong said: "I just drank a little, very good."
In fact, most of what Sui Yan had drunk was spit out, and there was no such thing as drinking a little, but Sui Yan himself was groggy, and he believed his words in a trance.
Sui Yan murmured, "Okay."
Duan Mingchong chuckled lightly, and then gently fed him.
This time, Sui Yan didn't resist as before, and bit the spoon obediently and forcibly swallowed the bitter medicine.
Duan Mingchong waited for a while, and found that Sui Yan didn't want to vomit again, and he was slightly relieved.
He was about to take the spoon to feed again, but Sui Yan pulled his sleeve weakly.
"Your Highness, Your Majesty?"
Duan Mingchong lowered his eyes: "Huh?"
He responded and handed over the medicine from the spoon, but Sui Yan turned his head to hide again.
Duan Mingchong raised his whole heart again: "What's wrong?"
Sui Yan raised his head slightly and said blankly, "I... I took another sip, aren't you good?"
Duan Mingchong looked at him suspiciously, and it took a long time to realize what Sui Yan meant.
He sighed helplessly before lowering his head and kissing the corner of his lips.
This trick really worked. After that, Duan Mingchong gave him a kiss like a reward after swallowing the bitter medicine, and Suiyan could force himself to stop spitting it out.
Duanming Chong's forehead sweated a little until he was fed a bowl of medicine.
Sui Yan leaned against Duan Ming Chong's arms, frowned and gasped weakly, just drinking a bowl of medicine exhausted all his strength.
Duan Mingchong put down the empty medicine bowl and gently placed Sui Yan on the couch.
Sui Yan fell asleep and was disturbed, opened his eyes weakly, and looked at Duan Mingchong with some panic.
"Are you going?"
Duan Mingchong quickly grabbed his hand and said, "I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere."
Sui Yan looked at him suspiciously, but his body couldn't stand it for a long time, and he fell asleep with his head drowsy.
Duan Mingchong has been sitting on the edge of the couch holding Sui Yan's hand, staring at his pale and weak sick face, his eyes are cold, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.
Suixun had already drank two cups of cold tea in the outer room, trying his best to suppress his urge not to break in.
Jun Jingxing held a box of medicinal incense, frowned at the bead curtain, thought for a long time before walking in without expression.
As soon as he entered, before he spoke, Duan Mingchong, who had his back turned to him, whispered, "Go away."
Jun Jingxing suffocated, the hand holding the wooden box violently exerted force, his knuckles turned white, and his jaw collapsed tightly.
Duan Mingchong sat on the edge of the couch, lightly grasping Sui Yan's hand and clasping it in his warm palm, as if he was about to sit until it was dark.
Jun Jingxing took a deep breath and said, "His condition can't be cured by coaxing him and taking a few sips of medicine. Your Royal Highness, you should know better than me the toxicity of stigma, he was able to keep one Fate is already a big deal, do you think if you keep going like this, you still have a chance to live?"
Duan Mingchong didn't look at him at all, still staring at Sui Yan's face, he said lightly: "You can't save him, it only shows that you are incompetent."
Jun Jingxing: "You..."
Duan Mingchong said: "There are a lot of people in this world who are more skilled in medicine than you. If you really insist on the fragrance of medicine that wears down your body to save him, then you don't have to."
Jun Jingxing looked at him blankly.
Only then did Duan Mingchong turn his head gently, his originally gentle eyes were icy cold at this time, and when he looked at people indifferently, Jun Jingxing felt a piercing coldness from the soles of his feet.
Duan Ming Chong said: "I still said that, if you ruined him, you will be buried with him."
Jun Jingxing held the wooden box tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "These useless things, are they... more important than his life?"
Duan Ming Chong said: "Yes."
Sui Yan's forehead dripped with cold sweat, which must have been a nightmare again. Duan Mingchong wiped the sweat off for him, his voice was soft and soft, but the words he said made people shudder.
"I'd rather strangle him now than let him go crazy for the rest of his life."
Jun Jingxing said with difficulty: "You... you are really a lunatic..."
When Duan Ming Chong heard the words, he laughed softly, his eyes were curved, as gentle as ever.
"If you let Ayan choose by himself, he naturally won't choose your Lao Shizi's medicinal fragrance."
Jun Jingxing's face was ugly, but he couldn't refute it - according to his understanding of Sui Yan, those solitary and arrogant people would rather die of illness than go mad for the sake of their lives.
Duan Mingchong lightly opened his thin lips and said softly, "So, get out."
The medicine box in Jun Jingxing's hand fell to the ground, and he froze in place for a long time before turning around and leaving in embarrassment.
Sui Yan lay on the soft couch, ignorant of the confrontation between the two.
Since he became ill, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would fall into a nightmare that he could never get out of.
In that bizarre and bizarre dream, in his previous life, he was wearing a purple shirt and holding an umbrella while walking in the vast snow, and behind him was the sky and the snow, and there was no trace.
Not long after, he stepped on countless steps to the front of a Buddhist hall.
The morning bell rang, echoing the faint mountains.
Yue Jian stood behind him in a large red cloak, and said lightly, "You don't believe in Buddhism, but you come here every year, what is it for?"
Sui Wanggui raised his head slightly, looked at the half of the Buddha's body covered in snow, and said with a smile, "I can't come if I don't believe it?"
Yuejian said: "The worship of people who do not believe in Buddhism is not uncommon for gods and Buddhas."
Sui Wanggui chuckled and said, "I am a merciful Buddha, is it still so mean?"
Yue Jian didn't smile, he tilted his head to look at the golden Buddha in front of him, and said, "What exactly did you mean when you asked Master Geng Xue a few days ago?"
Will the gods and Buddhas impose heavy punishments on those who commit suicide
Sui Wanggui said: "It's nothing interesting, just ask casually."
A monk stepped forward in the snow and handed the lit incense to Sui Yan.
Sui Wanggui took it, nodded slightly and lowered his eyes, even if it was a salute, he casually handed the incense back to the monk, watching the monk put the incense in the tripod full of incense ashes.
The white mist floated up, intertwined with the falling snow.
When Sui Wanggui opened his eyes again, he was already in the desolate palace.
Song Xian left in a hurry, the stigmatized wine glass was thrown on the ground by Sui Yan, shattered into pieces, and shimmered by the candlelight.
Sui Wanggui was lying on the soft couch, humming a little song of unknown name, and said with a long smile, "Are you here to see me off?"
Yue Jian said: "I'll collect the corpse for you."
Sui Wanggui only thought it was funny, he joked a few words at random, then lowered his eyes and looked at the pale palm, and said softly, "I'm going to die."
Yue Jian sneered and said: "The cup of stigma prepared by the emperor was replaced by you before. Even if you drink that wine for a while, you will not die, don't be hypocritical."
Sui Wanggui still looked at his hand again, before smiling for a while, "Really?"
He tilted his head slightly, blinked at Yue Jian, and suddenly smiled slyly: "But I stole a bottle of your poison, do you know that?"
Yue Jian was stunned, and then his face was instantly pale as paper.
He stepped forward abruptly, grabbed Sui Yan's shirt, and said coldly, "You... you really don't want to live?"
Sui Wanggui looked at Yue Jian's discolored appearance on weekdays, and seemed to find it funny. He couldn't help laughing, but before he laughed a few times, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, and it fell on him. On the placket, like a blooming flower.
Yue Jian looked at his pale complexion, his anger quickly receded like a tide, and he let go of his hand suddenly, looking at him with some despair.
Sui Wanggui's tears were about to come out. He coughed a few times before he couldn't help laughing: "Yue Jian, I always thought you understood me, but in this matter, why don't you know anything about it?"
Yue Jian gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want you to die..."
Sui Wanggui said, "But what's the point of my life?"
The month does not answer.
"Instead of spending the rest of my life in a hurry for the rest of my life, I might as well end it now, and it's clean and neat."
Tsukishima glared at him through gritted teeth.
Sui Wanggui blinked at him and said with a smile, "Don't forget what you promised to collect the corpse for me."
Yue Jian's eyes were red, and after a while, she said hoarsely, "I don't want to collect corpses for you..."
Sui Wanggui leaned on the couch and said with his eyes bent: "My biggest wish now is to be buried in the ancestral grave, but I wonder if I can get my wish?"
Yue Jian endured it for a long time, but couldn't hold back, tears rolled down, he said in a trembling voice, "I..."
Sui Wanggui said again: "But I don't want to be buried in the ancestral grave. If I go underground, my parents and the two brothers will ask me how I have been all these years. I don't know how to answer."
"The people I've lived with are neither ghosts nor ghosts, and I have lived my life as the most hated appearance before, what face is there to see them?"
"Bury me at random in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, a small grave will do, I won't pick it."
Yue Jian couldn't listen anymore: "Stop talking..."
Sui Wanggui gently closed his eyes, with a smirk on his lips, and said lightly, "Yue Jian, I'm leaving first, don't miss me."
Yue Jian scolded: "I won't..."
Before he could finish speaking, he burst into tears.
The wind and snow whistled, and he quickly covered half of his body.
Yue Jian's shoulders trembled slightly, and it took a long time for him to pack up his impending collapse and take a deep breath.
"Sui... Yan?"
No one answered.
Yue Jian trembled again: "Forgot to go home?"
Sui Wanggui's eyes drooped, his wrists fell on the broken snow on the hem of his clothes, and there was no sound.
In the midst of the wind and snow, the choked sobbing mixed with the sad sound of Yuejian.
After a long time, Yue Jian said, "Go to sleep."
Go to sleep.
When you fall asleep, you don't know anything.
Sui Yan seemed to be in the air, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes suddenly.
He suddenly woke up, and Duan Mingchong, who had been standing by for half a day, immediately noticed it.
He hurriedly came over, but found that Sui Yan seemed to be sleepy, gasping for breath, as if he was about to die, and his face was full of horror.
After a long while, a desperate cry came out of his throat.
"I… "
Duan Mingchong hurriedly hugged him.
Suiyan's tears fell again, he buried his head in Duan Ming Chong's arms, and hissed, "I was wrong... I don't want to die... "
Duan Mingchong was taken aback.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, save me..."