Stigma

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the lanterns for viewing flowers.

Just after the Youshi, Sui Yan had already changed his clothes and walked around in the front yard wearing a black butterfly cloak, holding a small hand stove in his hands, and holding Haitang to ask about the time from time to time.

Jun Jingxing drank tea on the side, and said lightly: "Are you a girl who hasn't left the pavilion? Just go out to admire a lantern, you are excited like something."

Sui Yan said: "You care about me-speaking of it, why did you change your clothes? Going out?"

Jun Jingxing took the tea and said unnaturally: "Well, go out and do something. If I haven't come back when I was son, don't wait for me."

The golden silk bear jumped from the table to Sui Yan's shoulder, squeaking, Sui Yan was busy fiddle with his chin, not caring about the strangeness of Jun Jingxing's sentence, and said vaguely: "Sure, it will be done if you come back early tomorrow. ."

Jun Jingxing didn't speak.

The two sat and drank a cup of tea before Haitang ran in from the outside and shouted: "Master, Master! His Royal Highness's car stopped outside."

Sui Yan immediately put the cup down and was about to run out, but before he could run a few steps, Li Zhao hurriedly came from the courtyard and hurriedly stopped him when he saw it.

"Master, the information you sent to investigate has just arrived. Do you think you want to meet now?"

Sui Yan was busy to meet Duan Mingchong, and he left all the big things behind, and kept walking: "It's not bad at this moment, and I'll talk about it when I come back in the evening!"

With that, he ran out quickly.

Jun Jingxing shouted from behind: "Little Houye! Leave the golden silk bear, don't you worry about being trampled to death if you carry it out?!"

Sui Yan was still yelling when he was far away: "No—will—"

The heavy snow finally stopped on the thirteenth of the first lunar month. The weather was fine for two days in a row. The setting sun quietly fell, like dyeing toppling, spilling half of the sky.

Sui Yan trot all the way to the door, stopped a few steps before going out, made a calm pace, and slowly walked out, but there was still a little red on her face, and she was still breathing slightly.

The prince's car had stopped, and Duan Mingchong did not get out of the car. He lifted the curtain and showed half of his face. He smiled when he saw him curl his lips and said, "Come on."

Suddenly, Sui Yan was overwhelmed, and trot down the steps again, climbing up without stepping on the horse stool.

Duan Mingchong was taken aback by him, and hurriedly reached out and pulled him up: "Be careful, be careful of touching."

Sui Yan smiled at him with his eyes bent.

Duan Ming Chong said: "Why are you so reckless? Like a child."

After Duan Mingchong finished speaking, he secretly cried out badly.

A few days ago, after agreeing to Sui Yan to accompany him to admire the lanterns, Duan Mingchong returned and found some folk opera books to see if he could learn some interesting things. Later, when he got along with Sui Yan, he too There is no need to talk about politics or all sorts of remarks—at least to make Sui Yan feel that he is not the kind of boring person, and will leave without throwing his sleeves.

As soon as I met, my broken heart began to cause trouble, and the first sentence was wrong.

Duan Mingchong recalled the playbooks he had read, but found that none of the playbooks could handle the current situation. At this time, His Royal Highness realized that what is meant by "When the book is used, it will hate less." ".

Duan Ming Chong Na said: "I...I mean, you, you..."

Sui Yan had no heart and lungs. He turned around in the wide car with bright eyes, and said very unceremoniously: "Your Highness, Your Highness! Did you bring sweet soup today? Soup! So is the porridge!"

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Duan Mingchong blinked, and then moved out a small cup from the small case and said, "Here it is."

Sui Yan's eyes looking at him can be described as looking up to the gods.

Duan Ming Chong sighed with relief, and came to a conclusion-if he said something wrong in the future that made this person unhappy, probably a bowl of sweet porridge would be enough to make people happy.

Knowing this, Duan Mingchong seemed to have received a death-free token, and he no longer worried about saying the wrong thing all the time.

Sui Yan was sitting aside drinking porridge. The golden silk bear on his shoulder smelled the smell, climbed down from his shoulder, and looked at Sui Yan with dark eyes.

Sui Yan was busy carrying it and threw it to Duan Mingchong, and said, "I can't even drink it anymore. Look at you."

Duan Mingchong took the Jinsi Xiong dumbfoundedly, and said, "Why did you bring it here? What should I do if I lose it?"

Sui Yan said vaguely: "If you lose it, don't let it go. If you look at it, will you dare to run around."

Until Sui Yan drank a bowl of porridge, the carriage swayed to the front street of Chenghuang Temple.

The Chenghuang Temple is in a busy city, and there are many people on weekdays. What's more, it is the Lantern Festival today, and the people are bustling, and noise can be heard from far away.

Duan Mingchong lost the Jinsixiong's sleeves, and got out of the carriage with Sui Yan.

Calculating carefully, Sui Yan hasn't been out on the Lantern Festival for several years. At first sight of the brightly lit and bustling night market, he almost got his eyes dazzled.

The houses on the front street of Chenghuang Temple are left over from the previous era, with blue bricks and red tiles, cornices and angled cornices, and red ropes passing along the street. There are red lanterns swaying in the wind, standing on the street, looking out, a bright warm light , Shakugan's not working.

Sui Yan gathered the small hand furnace, and when he saw it, he said "Wow", his eyes lighted up, and he almost jumped up on the spot: "Your Highness! Your Highness, come!"

Duan Mingchong walked over and whispered, "Don't be so loud."

Sui Yan was silent. The two came out in casual clothes today. If they were recognized, he would be fine, but it is hard to guarantee that no one will take advantage of the chaos to murder the prince.

Sui Yan leaned to Duan Mingchong's side and whispered in his ears, "Then what do I call your Highness?"

Duan Mingchong thought for a while and said, "Brother."

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan looked at him quietly and said, "If I remember correctly, your Highness belongs to a rabbit, right?"

Duan Ming Chong said: "Yes...Huh?"

Sui Yan said, "One year younger than me."

Duan Ming Chong was taken aback for a moment, his cheeks flushed suddenly.

Just now, Duan Ming Chong was thinking about the scripts I watched these few days, and there was such a dialogue in it, probably because Sui Yan’s performance was too childish and made him forget that he was one year younger than him. Then I said smoothly.

Seeing his blushing, Sui Yan immediately covered his chest, trying to contain his bad intentions to make fun of him.

Duan Ming Chong Na said: "Then...call my words."

Sui Yan blinked, originally just thinking that he could be called a young master at the worst, but he didn't expect the prince to be so friendly, so he was called the name directly.

Sui Yan walked gently to Duan Mingchong's side, attached to Duan Mingchong's ear, softly said: "Then Mingchong can also call me...Ayan."

Duan Ming Chong turned his head to look at him in astonishment, and then the roots of his ears turned red quickly.

Sui Yan was scrupulous about Duan Mingchong's identity and didn't dare to tease him much.

Obviously, he did not know what to do, but after saying this unashamed sentence, he was at a loss for what to do.

It was the first time that Duan Mingchong was called so affectionately, and he felt ashamed and novel, so he said softly, "Well, good...Ayan."

Sui Yan: "..."

Suddenly Suddenly "Ah" for a long time, Suddenly pointed at the crowded booth, Ai Ai said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! We...go, go Go there."

The author has something to say: Sui Yan: His Royal Highness is really good.