Chapter 73: Reckless Action

Ever since he drew the bad fortune, Sui Yan felt extremely uncomfortable. After much thought, he decided to ask Wu Mo to go to Gengxue Zen Room and steal the wooden stick tube back.

When Wu Mo came back, he handed him the lottery box without saying anything, and asked quietly, "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, shaking the lottery tube for a long time, then casually pulled it out and took a look, his face suddenly turned pale.

Another signing.

Wu Mo leaned over and asked: "What signature?"

Sui Yan was so angry that he ordered Wu Mo: "Bring that charcoal basin over to me!"

Wu Mo did as he was told, and the fire in the charcoal basin was burning brightly.

Sui Yan knelt up, frowned, and rummaged through the lottery box, picking out all the bad and good lots and throwing them all into the lottery box.

The fire suddenly started, with a crackling sound.

After throwing the sticks, he held the stick tube in both hands, closed his eyes and shook it twice as if reverently, and a stick fell out.

Sui Yan hurried to pick it up, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Wu Mo's lot: "Good lot!"

Wu Mo: “…”

Wu Mo said, "Goodbye."

Even Wu Mo, who was not interested in fighting with the world, was left speechless by Sui Yan's behavior, let alone Duan Mingchong.

Duan Mingchong walked to the couch and sat down, pointing at the lots in Sui Yan's hand with his fingers, and found that they were all good lots.

Duan Mingchong said helplessly: "Why are you smoking this?"

Sui Yan lined up the lucky lots on the couch and said, "It has a good meaning. Although I don't believe in gods or Buddhas, if I draw a lucky lot, it will at least give me some hope and comfort."

Duan Mingchong asked: "What are you looking forward to?"

Sui Yan paused, raised his head and winked slyly: "Marriage."

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Duan Ming Chongyi didn't know how to react for a moment.

Fortunately, Sui Yan was very tired from climbing the mountain today, and after playing on his own for a while, he soon had no energy to play anymore. Duan Mingchong saw that he was extremely sleepy but still pestered him to interpret the fortune sticks, so he just picked one up and coaxed him with a few words, saying that he was blessed with great fortune and everything would go as he wished. Only then did Sui Yan stop.

Satisfiedly, he tied up a bunch of lucky sticks with a red rope, placed them under his pillow, and lay down on them.

He went to bed early to begin with, and after letting himself get sleepy for a while, he completely lost consciousness.

Duan Mingchong tidied himself and returned to the inner room, where he saw Sui Yan curled up in bed with the quilt wrapped around him, sleeping soundly.

Duan Mingchong shook his head helplessly, walked forward and tucked in his loose quilt. Just as he was about to get another quilt to sleep, he heard Sui Yan beside him suddenly gasp for air, his whole body trembled, and he suddenly woke up.

Sui Yan always behaves like this when he has a nightmare. Duan Mingchong was startled and hurried forward to see him.

Sui Yan had already opened his eyes. He had no idea what nightmare he had and his forehead was covered in sweat.

After panting for a while, he asked dazedly, "Your Highness, is it dawn yet?"

Duan Mingchong patted his chest gently and said softly, "You just fell asleep a while ago. Did you have a nightmare?"

Sui Yan looked at him in confusion, and shook his head for a long time: "I don't know, I don't remember."

Duan Mingchong's voice became softer: "Then sleep a little longer. Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Every time Sui Yan had a nightmare, Duan Mingchong would always comfort him softly, saying softly, "I'm here." After hearing these words, Sui Yan, who was originally covered in cold sweats, miraculously calmed down, and his drum-beating heart gradually calmed down.

Sui Yan grabbed his sleeves and closed his eyes reluctantly, but still insisted on speaking: "You promised, don't leave."

Duan Mingchong chuckled and said, "Okay."

Sui Yan's hands dropped gently, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Sui Yan's previous illness had not yet recovered, and he did not take medicine at night, so he still had nightmares when he fell asleep. But today, perhaps because Duan Mingchong was by his side, the faint scent of sandalwood lingered in his nostrils, making him feel safe even in his sleep.

He had a messy nightmare tonight, but he was like a bystander and didn't feel the same way as before, so he didn't feel that scared.

In his dream, he saw flames rising into the sky, and Yue's fiery red clothes were dyed into sparks that burned his body bit by bit.

He saw the palace collapsing bit by bit, with sparks and snow falling.

The little prince, who had only been glimpsed in astonishment in his previous life, was not even as tall as a person's thigh. He squatted on the snow with a glass bottle in his hand, shaking it curiously. The cicadas inside made a sound, mixed with the crackling sound of the fire around him, which was deafening.

Sui Yan stood in the ruins like a ghost, his clothes on fire. He stretched out his hand to the little prince who was playing by the sea of ​​fire and said, "Your Highness."

The little prince raised his head curiously, and seeing that he seemed very happy, his eyes slightly curved. He stood up, patted the strange black snow on his body, and opened his little hands and threw them towards him happily.

Sui Yan instinctively wanted to catch him, but when he opened his arms, he found that his entire body was engulfed in flames. He was startled and hurriedly said, "Don't come over! Don't come over!"

In his dream, he wanted to scream out in agony, but he felt so weak that he couldn't even make a mosquito sound. He could only watch Duan Mingchong pounce on him.

The flames spread immediately and burned the little prince directly.

Duan Mingchong cried out in pain as if he were being burned by the flames.

Sui Yan: "Ming Chong!"

Duan Ming Chong was in a state of turmoil. He looked up at him blankly. His lips were pale as he murmured, "A Yan..."

Sui Yan wanted to push him away, but he couldn't move at all. He could only watch the fire burn.

Then, everything in front of his eyes suddenly went black, and the scene changed. The young prince drank a glass of wine, and after a moment, he covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Sui Yan was watching from the side. He saw the people around him in a mess, shouting to call the imperial physician.

Duan Ruwang threw the cup down, with a weird smile on his face;

Duan Zhisu and Song Xian looked pale, as if they were shocked, and...

And another self in the crowd.

The young Sui Wanggui, still holding an orange in his hand, looked at the slowly falling prince with some confusion.

At that time, he didn't know that this person's life and death would determine his entire life.

Sui Yan has been pampered since childhood. If Duan Mingchong had not died in his previous life, he would have lived a carefree and heartless life until he died - just like in this life.

Sui Yan was like a passer-by, watching these scenes flashing before his eyes with almost indifference, and finally stopping on Duan Mingchong's pale wrist hanging on the ground.

Sui Yan thought in a daze: "In my previous life, he died and I didn't have a good ending. In this life, he is still alive and well, and I..."

"There are many obstacles and dangers. If you make a mistake, you may not end well."

Sui Yan moved in confusion, thinking: "...Is this also not going to end well for me?"

So why was he reborn?

Just after the hour of Hai, Duan Mingchong put down the scriptures in his hand and was about to blow out the lamp and go to sleep when he suddenly felt Sui Yan talking to him in a low voice.

He walked forward and found Sui Yan sobbing quietly.

Duan Mingchong was stunned.

Except for the time when Sui Yan fell ill and could no longer bear the pain, Duan Mingchong saw him cry, and since then, even if Sui Yan cried, it was all fake tears, used to win sympathy from others.

And now, he was just taking a nap, why was he crying like a baby?

Duan Mingchong gently wiped away 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 it will hurt my soul.

Duan Mingchong thought about it, sighed slightly, lifted Sui Yan's quilt, crawled in quietly, and then carefully held Sui Yan in his arms.

Sui Yan didn't know what sad things he dreamed about again. While crying, he did not forget to put his two paws on Duan Mingchong's waist. It can be said that he did not forget to take advantage of him even when he was sleeping soundly.

Duan Mingchong felt a little embarrassed, but didn't want to wake him up, so he let him hug 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 on Duan Mingchong's chest, murmured something, and rubbed Duan Mingchong gently.

Tears dripped all over him.

Duan Mingchong sighed lightly, and felt that Sui Yan was still trembling slightly, so he hugged Sui Yan back and patted him gently on the back.

Sui Yan was comforted and finally stopped crying. He fell into a deep sleep soon after.

Since then, no more nightmares.

instead.

Early in the morning, Sui Yan was awakened by the sound of birds singing outside. He rubbed his eyes for a while before he woke up. He felt around on the bed with his hands and found that the quilt was cold. He didn't know when Duan Mingchong had left the house.

For some reason, Sui Yan felt weak all over. He tried to think carefully about his dream last night but couldn't remember it for a moment. He had to conclude that he had just had another debilitating nightmare.

Sui Yan muttered, "It seems safer to let Yue Jian come along."

He was about to throw off the quilt and get up when he realized belatedly that something seemed to be wrong.

Sui Yan expressionlessly lifted a corner of the quilt, looked inside, then pressed down the quilt with his face flushing suddenly.

Sui Yan sat stiffly on the bed for a long time before he finally digested the fact that he seemed a little unbecoming. He buried his head in the quilt for a long time, wanting to cry but unable to, before he suddenly crawled back into the quilt.

The quilt moved in turmoil, Sui Yan quickly changed his clothes, and ran out holding his soiled undershirt.

He personally carried out a charcoal brazier, avoided the people from the East Palace, and threw the clothes in his hand into the charcoal brazier in the corner of the backyard.

Destroy the body.

Sui Yan returned to his room with a flushed face. The charcoal brazier made him feel even hotter. He opened the window, and the chirping sparrows outside immediately flew away.

The snow fluttered down from the eaves and landed on Sui Yan's face, giving him a chill and completely sobering up.

Sui Yan placed his arms on the window frame and buried his head in it.

He never thought that after living for twenty-three years in his previous life and adding more than three years in this life, he was a total of twenty-six years old, yet he would still react like a young boy.

Sui Yan was imprisoned in the palace when he just became virgin at the age of fifteen. At that time, no one told him about the love affairs between men and women. Later, because of Duan Xichen's obscene desires for him, he became extremely disgusted with this matter. It took him three or four years to calm down.

But by that time, he was already on his deathbed, with his energy running out. He had no time to care about other things and was just lucky to be alive. As a result, even at such an old age, he was still ignorant about love.

But even though he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs being slaughtered. Even if Sui Yan didn't understand, he had lived for more than 20 years and knew that only a 14 or 15-year-old boy would be so immature. In his dream...

Sui Yan almost wanted to pull his hair out: "What on earth did I dream about yesterday? Am I a beast?"

"Filthy and vulgar! I'm talking about you! Sui Wanggui, Sui Wanggui, why don't you burn your face too? What do you want to lose face for!?"

"We are still in the temple now. All the gods and Buddhas are watching you - oh, I don't believe in Buddha - that won't do! You will be struck by lightning if you are so disrespectful!"

After he scolded himself for a while, he was afraid that he would have a seizure because of this embarrassing thing, so he immediately used the same trick to comfort himself.

"No, even though I've lived for so long, this body is still less than 20 years old. It's still the age of youth and recklessness. This should be normal."

Normal...

He murmured "normal" for a long time, and finally pounded the window frame in frustration: "No matter how I think about it, it's not normal. I should have brought Yuejian here!"

He complained to himself for a long time before running out quickly. He grabbed a palace maid and said, "Go find the accompanying cook. I have something to ask him."

Palace maid: “…”

The palace maids were all puzzled. They didn't understand why the marquis didn't tell them when he had something to do, but instead went to find the cook.

After a while, Wu Mo came over leisurely with a steamed bun in his hand.

Sui Yan took the steamed buns with a serious face, stuffed one into his mouth, and said, "I uh uh ..."

Wu Mo frowned and said, "Don't talk while eating."

Sui Yan swallowed the steamed bread and said seriously: "I will tell you something. Heaven, earth, you and I know it. If anyone else finds out, I will burn your household registration documents."

Seeing how serious he was, Wu Mo also began to take it seriously.

"My Lord Marquis ordered me to go down the mountain of swords but I won't go down the sea of ​​fire."

Sui Yan said, "Go down the mountain and buy me a medical book about..."

Wu Mo was stunned, suspecting that he was deaf. He asked tentatively, "About...what? Lord Hou, please tell me again."

Sui Yan paused for a moment, "Desire, fire, delusion, movement."

Wu Mo: “…”

Sui Yan: “…”

The two of them stared at each other.

After a moment, Sui Yan quietly lowered his head, his face red to his ears.

The author has something to say: Wu Mo [cracked voice]: Where is my household registration? Bring it here, I will burn it myself! !