Stigma

Sui Yan opened his eyes unconsciously, and it was the beam of the room set against the dangling candle shadow.

He was tired all over, struggling to sit up, his face was hot and humid in a trance, and he stretched out his hand, full of tears.

It was still dark, it seemed that it was only midnight.

Sui Yan looked suspiciously at the water stains on his fingertips, wiped his face with his sleeves, and then reached out to rub his eye sockets.

"Have your eyes pressed again?"

He muttered and rubbed his eyes for a long time before he stopped tears.

The candle on the table had already burnt to the bottom, and it was going to be extinguished as soon as he saw it, Sui Yan hurriedly lifted the quilt to renew the candle.

It's just that he just woke up from a nightmare, his body was so sore and sore, his knees softened as soon as his feet touched the cold ground, and he fell straight down.

At the same time, the candlelight on the small case suddenly jumped twice and went out.

The small ear chamber of the Xingbu Yamen was too narrow, and it was dark with no fingers in sight at night.

Sui Yan stood up on the bed, looked around blankly, seeing nothing.

He tried to walk forward two steps, his bare feet stepped on the icy slate floor, the chill climbed a little bit along the meridian, it was bitterly cold.

Sui Yan has been a little afraid of the dark since his previous life. No matter what time he lit the lamp all night and night, it never went out.

In Hou’s Mansion, Haitang helped him refill the lights every night. After he became a prisoner in the prison office, no one waited for him in the middle of the night. Fortunately, he slept on one foot until three poles in the sun in the past few days. .

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a nightmare for an unprecedented time, and there was a burst of darkness in front of him without even touching the candle.

Sui Yan frowned and fumbled in the small case and the small cabinet for a long time, but still couldn't find anything. He followed the faint light to the door-perhaps he was too peaceful these few days, and no one was watching in the middle of the night. The guard called for a long time but no one paid attention to him.

Sui Yan had to fumble and return to the bed, curled up in the quilt and forced herself to sleep.

"Don't be afraid or not." He closed his eyes tightly and muttered to comfort himself, "Light is neither light nor dark. When I close my eyes, it is dark in front of me. It doesn't make any difference if I don't light the light at the same point..."

He murmured nonsense to appease himself, and there was a faint sound of memory that had been sealed for a long time in his ears.

"The sun and the moon are beautiful, brilliant..."

Year-old Yan Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

The darkness in front of me has slowly turned into a desolate and decayed palace in the previous life. Cobwebs crawled over the beams, candlesticks were placed on a small case with a missing corner, and a window was opened.

The wild cat ran fast on the eaves and let out a sad cry.

Sui Yan looked at the cluster of candles blankly, as if he didn't react.

"The sun and the moon are graceful, and people are shining."

There was a soft whisper in the ear, as if it was a low whisper and a ballad that made people fall asleep, making Sui Yan even more confused.

Li Zhao lifted the curtain of the bed and saw that Sui Wanggui was not asleep, and said helplessly: "The prince still can't sleep?"

Sui Wanggui was stunned, then nodded slightly: "Uncle Zhao, I seem to have a nightmare."

Li Zhao obsessively walked in slowly with the candlestick, illuminating the wide bed curtains brightly and warmly.

He sat beside the pedals, stretched out his warm hand and touched Sui Wanggui's forehead, and said softly: "The prince, don't be afraid, the old slave has been waiting outside."

Sui Wanggui blinked his eyes, cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, he turned sideways slightly, his lips pale: "That song was only just now, my mother always sang it to me when I was young, and then I would not play it anyhow. scold me……"

Under the candlelight, Li Zhao's face was a bit cold, but his eyes were extremely gentle.

"The lady is gentle, and the prince followed his wife."

Sui Wanggui's eyes were a little lost, he murmured: "I miss my mother..."

Li Zhao's eyes flashed with pain, and he gently patted his shoulder, not saying much, but humming the unfinished ballad again.

"The sun and the moon are shining, the sun, the moon and the stars are at four o'clock..."

Sui Wanggui gently curled his body under the quilt and buried half of his face in the pillow. After a long time, he choked and let out a depressed low sob.

The ballad in the ear is still whispering slowly, but it seems to be drifting away in the distance until it dissipates.

I don't know how long it took, Sui Wanggui opened his eyes again, and Li Zhao next to Yuan himself didn't know when he was gone.

A large candle light slowly ignited on the table, and the big room was empty.

He got out of bed in his shirt, shivering and pushing the door out.

The palace was desolate and cold, and in the darkness under the moonlight, there seemed to be countless ghosts and sprites with blue faces and fangs hidden.

Sui Wanggui was trembling all over, staggering barefoot in the huge palace in amazement, calling out the names of various people hoarsely.

There was a blank in his mind, he only remembered that he was screaming...

"Mother..."

"His Royal Highness..."

Yes, it was these people who had nightmares in his previous life.

The palace was empty like a ghost house, and the wind roared through the hall, making a crying sound like a ghost.

Sui Wanggui pushed every room aside and looked for one by one, only to feel that after a long period of days, he did not find a single figure.

He was covered in cold sweat, getting tired as he ran, and finally seemed to be trampled under his feet and rolled down the long steps in embarrassment.

His thin body was lying directly on the cold ground. He didn't seem to feel any pain. He opened his eyes in confusion, and saw his pale fingers under the moonlight. He didn't know what he thought of.

Suddenly murmured.

"Ming Chong..."

In an instant, the surrounding scene was like a broken bronze mirror, suddenly broken into pieces and dissipated in the air.

Sui Yan opened his eyes sharply.

It was already bright outside, and he did not know why, but he was lying on the cold ground wrapped in a quilt.

He looked daunted, and struggling to climb back onto the couch, with a blur in front of him, he raised his hand.

There are tears in one hand again.

Sui Yan only felt tired all over, but he didn't know what nightmare he had when he thought about it carefully.

He clutched his chest and coughed weakly, and said to himself: "Did I sleepwalk out to fight with someone at night?"

Otherwise, why are you so tired, and you are still lying on the ground.

He didn't know why, before he delved into it, he heard the sound of unlocking the door on the side.

Soon, Song Xian walked out, holding a paper in his hand, and said lightly: "Sai Yan, the criminal minister, let's go on the road."

Sui Yan was putting on his clothes, gave him a sorrowful glance, and said, "Speaking of people."

Song Xian curled his lips and said, "Manchu dynasty civil servants have been arguing about you for several days. Your majesty may have been annoyed by the quarrel. He declares you to go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony and convict you immediately. Ask yourself for more blessings."

Sui Yan coughed again, his voice a little hoarse: "You may have to find me a doctor first."

Song Xian frowned and walked forward, and reached out and touched his forehead, suddenly startled: "Are you on a fever?"

Sui Yan's eyes were full of mist, and he glared at him: "Can't you feel it?"

Song Xian said, "If you feel it out, you can cook eggs."

Behind him was Dali Temple Court Weizheng who came with Song Xian. Seeing that Sui Yan had no plans to leave, he walked in and said coldly: "Please hurry up. Your Majesty is still waiting in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Time wasted. I am afraid that the guilt is even worse."

Song Xian glanced at him and said coldly: "Your Majesty hasn't decided yet, so your lord is so sure that Lord Hou will be convicted. Do you think you are higher than your Majesty?"

Ting Weizheng glanced at him coldly. Song Xian in the court quarreled with him the most fiercely. At this time, he also understood that there is no benefit in arguing here. He only left one sentence: "Please hurry up, Lord Hou. Don't delay it too long."

Song Xian was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he helped Sui Yan and said, "I have an order from your majesty. I will take you to see an imperial doctor first. You must bear it first."

The Ting Weizheng had already planned to go outside and wait. He turned around and said coldly, "Song Master, are you really planning to defy the emperor's order?"

Song Xian held Sui Yan, who was limp, indifferently, and said coldly, "Sui Anhou became seriously ill. Do you still want to take him to the Hall of Supreme Harmony? If something happened to him because of your obstruction, you Can you afford it?"

Ting Wei was stern: "Your Majesty wants us to take Sui Anhou to the Hall of Supreme Harmony immediately without any delay. You said Sui Anhou is seriously ill. How did I hear that he has lived well in the Yamen of the Criminal Ministry these days. Then the Hou Mansion is still comfortable, who knows if he just pretended to look like this?"

Song Xian had a violent temper, and he almost wanted to go up and fight him.

Sui Yan was dizzy. Hearing that Song Xian and Tingwei were arguing non-stop, he interrupted them irritably: "Don't be arguing. If something is serious, go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony!"

When Song Xian touched Sui Yan's wrist, his clothes were hot, frowning and said, "But you..."

Sui Yan hooked aside the cloak left by Ming Chong and put it on his body, weakly saying: "You won't die for a while, don't worry about it."

Song Xian really wanted to throw him out.

Ting Wei was snorting coldly, seeming to have the pleasure of pulling back a city.

Sui Yan raised his eyes and looked at him impatiently: "Don't be proud, if I don't die this time, you will suffer from it in the future. I don't have any other advantages, I just hold grudges."

Ting Weizheng: "..."

After half an hour, Sui Yan was helped by Song Xian to the outside of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The old **** waiting at the door saw Sui Yan with a pale face, hurriedly greeted him with a small step, and whispered, "Master Hou, this is..."

Sui Yan smiled reluctantly: "It won't get in the way."

Song Xian's face was gloomy, but he forced a smile, and said, "I'm still bothering my father-in-law to send someone to ask the imperial doctor to wait outside the hall. Sui Anhou now has a high fever, so make some **** soup, right? Drink?"

Sui Yan glanced at him, coughed, and said out of breath: "I'm not that picky. Just put more sugar and less ginger."

His voice was a little low, and the old **** didn't hear it clearly. Song Xian, who was close, nodded and conveyed: "You don't have to pick it up in peace and time. Just put more **** silk instead of sugar."

The old **** nodded quickly.

Sui Yan: "..."

Ting Wei was frowning and watching, but he didn't say any more sarcasm.

Sui Yan gently flicked Song Xian's hand away, and forcibly stood firmly, and was about to enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Yu Guang suddenly swept to the side of the corridor, and several officers and soldiers were walking over with a woman.

Sui Yan frowned.

Drag?

Ting Wei was urging: "Master Hou, please clear it."

Only then did Sui Yan come back to his senses, and walked into the Hall of Supreme Harmony with vain steps.

It was already time for the next dynasty, and the Hall of Supreme Harmony was full of civil and military personnel, but they didn't walk much. They all stood on the left and right sides, watching Sui Yan's eyes with all kinds of emotions.

Sui Yan was a little dizzy, he walked a few steps forcibly, and was gently pushed by Song Xian's arm.

Only then did Sui Yan knelt down and bowed: "I have seen your Majesty."

The ground was too ice, Sui Yan felt a burst of cold as soon as his knees touched the ground, stimulating his hot body to tremble slightly.

Duan Mingchong has a long body and has been staring at him since Sui Yan came in. At this time, when he got close, seeing his pale face, he breathed and rushed forward almost uncontrollably.

Emperor Beilan sat on the dragon chair, condescendingly looking at Sui Yan who was kneeling on the ground.

Xu Shi Suiyan trembled a bit badly, even the emperor couldn't bear it, frowned and said, "It's not good to forget to go home?"

Sui Yan squatted his head and said lightly, "Thank you, your Majesty for being sympathetic. Forgetting to return is not a big problem. It's just that Master Ting Weizheng will enforce the law impartially today. He is full of majesty. The guilty ministers are timid not to be frightened. ."

The emperor looked at Ting Weizheng who stood aside.

At the same time, Suixun and Duanming Chong's cold and stern eyes shot past them like sharp swords.

Ting Weizheng: "..."

Sui Yan was still thinking in a daze: I have said that I hold a grudge, and I deserve you.

The author has something to say:

The sun and the moon are shining, and the sun, the moon and the stars are at four o'clock. It is from Qing Yunge [Sun and Moon Guanghua, once in Fudan. Tomorrow tomorrow, Rotten Ran Xing Chen...Four o'clock follow the scriptures, Wan Xing Yuncheng. 】