Stigma

Sui Yan walked on the snow for a while, and then he looked back at the sight of the person who was as good as the hope, and he was relieved.

Before getting into the carriage, Sui Yan gave a wink with nothing. It shouldn't take a moment for someone to catch up. He was not in a hurry and looked for a tree to lean against at will.

It is not suitable to go out today, when Sui Yan just leaned up, the tree shook for a while, and the snow on the branches fell down and fell straight to him.

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan almost jumped up and pushed the snow out of his neck, but the snow quickly melted when it stuck to his neck. The ice water couldn't help drilling on his back, and soon his lips were blue with cold.

Sui Yan finally took out the remaining snow, but the blood in his palm was rubbed against the skirt of his clothes and neck, looking shocking.

He knelt down and frowned and wiped the blood from his hands with the snow a little bit. After thinking about it, he was probably too bored to wait. He simply piled up a snowman on the ground.

It's just that the snowman hasn't been piled up yet, and there is a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Sui Yan had to stand up and turned around to see, his face suddenly turned green.

Duan Zhisu and Song Xian rode horses and led people from a distance, with bows on their backs, and they seemed to be out hunting.

Sui Yan suddenly wanted to fall into the snow and play dead.

Before he took action, he heard Song Xian's voice shouting not far away: "His Royal Highness, that person...Is he forgotten?"

Sui Yan didn't have so much scruples about Duan Zhisu and Song Xian, and turned away without saying a word.

The sound of horses' hoofs followed, getting closer, and finally Duan Zhisu and Song Xian rode horses to him, blocking Sui Yan's path.

Sui Yanpi smiled and did not smile, so he had to salute: "I have seen your Highness."

He was standing in the snow in a thin shirt, his face was white from the cold, his lips were trembling slightly, and he looked extremely weak and pitiful.

Duanzhi dismounted with a cold face, took off his cloak and put it on Sui Yan, and said coldly: "It's cold, what are you doing on the hunting ground by yourself? Your clothes... why are there blood?"

Sui Yan was trembling with the cold. Seeing Duan Zhisu put on his clothes and instinctively wanted to refuse, but when the cloak fell on his shoulders to block the howling cold wind, he suddenly changed his mind and hurriedly grabbed the shelter of the wind. The clothes don't let go.

"It's nothing, I wiped a little wound, it's fine."

Song Xian also got off his horse and exclaimed at Sui Yan, "General Sui Xun often came to hunting grounds a few days ago. Why did you come here today? You are really a rare visitor."

Sui Yan bent his eyes and smiled at him, and said, "Come here."

Song Xian stepped forward and said, "What?"

Sui Yan grabbed his collar and pulled it open, and directly stuffed the snowball hidden in his hand into Song Xian's clothes.

Song Xian yelled out with a loud voice, and was knocked on the spot by the ice.

Sui Yan laughed asshole.

Song Xian yelled while pulling the collar to get the Xuetuan out, "I forget to go home! I think you are looking for death!"

Sui Yan said: "You deserve it, next time I talk so yin and yang, I'll bury you in the snowdrift."

Song Xian: "Year, forget, return!"

Song Xian finally got the snow out of his clothes and wanted to catch him angrily.

Sui Yan hurriedly ran behind Duan Zhisu, and said, "Don't you, don't move, you can't bear the charge of ramming your Highness."

Song Xian almost laughed angrily at him.

The Duan Zhisu who was watching from the side was a little helpless. He tilted his head and glanced at Sui Yan, only to vaguely look at something wrong.

"Forget about home?"

Sui Yan was busy hiding from Song Xian's hand. Hearing this, he said casually, "Well," he said, "Don't catch me anymore. Do you want to have a snowball fight? How old are you?"

Song Xian was so angry that he almost ascended to heaven.

Duan Zhisu suddenly said, "Chonghui, stop."

When Song Xian was about to speak, he saw Duan Zhisu grabbing Sui Yan by the shoulder and whispered: "Stop making trouble, you are sick."

Sui Yan looked at him suspiciously and said, "I don't have one."

Duanzhi solemnly put his hand on his forehead with a cold face, and said, "You are so hot, your face is red, and you still say no?"

Song Xian's anger was reduced and he surrounded him. He pasted Suiyan's face and frowned: "Really, why did you appear in such a wilderness today without wearing a coat and follow you? Where are the people?"

Sui Yan touched his forehead suspiciously: "Really? It should be the wind, nothing serious."

Duan Zhisu half-wrapped his shoulders and led him forward: "I will take you back to the house and burn it like this. You are really..."

Duan Zhisu didn't know what to say, so he could only look at him with hatred of iron and steel.

Sui Yan didn't want to get involved with them anymore, so he refused: "No, someone will come to pick me up later, don't bother your Highness, you continue to hunt."

He was about to break free from his stern hand, but he felt the hand holding his shoulder strained violently.

Duan Zhisu looked at him indifferently, and said, "Do you want me to watch you get frozen here?"

Sui Yan was choked: "Uh...but they will come soon..."

Duan Zhisu still didn't let him wait here alone, thinking about whether to hug him right away, when he heard the sound of horseshoes behind him.

The three of them turned around and looked at them, and saw Duan Mingchong riding on a white horse, coming towards him blankly.

Duan Mingchong's suit of ink was extremely conspicuous in the ice and snow, and he almost immediately arrived nearby.

He came down from the horse with a cold face, and looked at the hand that Duansu placed on Sui Yan's shoulder, his pupils shrank fiercely.

Song Xian hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Duan Zhisu frowned and was about to speak when he saw Duan Ming Chongping stretch out his hand and said to Sui Yan: "Ayan, come here."

Only then did Sui Yan come back to his senses, he shook off his gripping hand and whispered, "I told you that someone is coming to pick me up."

As he said, he stretched out his hand to be held tightly by Duan Mingchong, before he left, he was violently applied force by Duan Mingchong, and he staggered into his arms.

After Sui Yan was taken away by Suixun, Duan Mingchong started and followed. Seeing Suixun's reaction, he probably guessed something, so he wanted to catch up and explain something.

There were too many people in Tianshui Lane, and he didn't keep up for a while, so he had to take someone to the entrance of Houfu to wait.

He waited for a long time. Instead of waiting for Yan to come, he waited for the person Duan Ruwang sent to inform the news.

Knowing that Sui Yan was taken away by Duan Ruwang and left in an uninhabited hunting ground, Duan Mingchong was in a strange calmness. He asked Sui Yan where Sui Yan was, and when he got the approximate location, he carried it non-stop. People come over.

After seeing Sui Yan half-circled in his arms, the false calm pulled by an invisible thread was completely broken.

Like a drop of water falling into the calm lake, rippling waves in an instant.

When Duan Mingchong finally hugged Sui Yan in his arms, it seemed that he was finally at ease, but after the calm, the fear suddenly turned up.

He firmly controlled the fear and panic in his heart, trying to grasp something with his hands, but because he was holding Sui Yan, he didn't dare to use any force, so he could only endure it for life.

Sui Yan was gently embraced by Duan Mingchong, and he was extremely happy for a while.

He clung to Duan Mingchong's body, and then later realized that Duan Mingchong's body was tight, and his chest was beating extremely fast, as if he was desperately suppressing something.

Sui Yan looked up suspiciously: "His Royal Highness?"

Duan Zhisu said: "His Royal Highness, come to the hunting ground by such a coincidence?"

Duan Mingchong took a light breath and reluctantly said, "Unfortunately, it's not as good as you are."

He lost the usual warmth and jade, his jaw was tight, and there was a strange indifference in his whole person.

Neither Duan Zhisu nor Song Xian had seen such an abnormal Duan Mingchong. They looked at each other and were a little puzzled.

Duan Mingchong wasn't in the mood to be with them. He looked at Sui Yan, who was peacefully silent in his arms, and glanced at the clothes on his shoulders, frowning even more tightly.

Sui Yan: "His Royal Highness, how did you know that I am here?"

Duan Mingchong did not answer, he tore off Sui Yan's clothes with a cold face, and passed them to Duan Zhisu, saying, "Thank you, Brother Sanhuang."

Suddenly, Song Xian hurriedly took over the cloak.

Both of them were a little puzzled, why put a piece of clothes on Sui Yan, and the prince would like to thank them.

Sui Yan was suddenly torn from the windshield clothes. Before he felt cold, Duan Mingchong opened his large cloak and embraced him, protecting him and walking to the horse.

Sui Yan was about to speak, and Duan Mingchong suddenly hugged him by the waist, and with a sudden force, he hugged him on the horseback.

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan was startled, and hurriedly held on to the saddle.

Duan Mingchong nodded towards Duan Zhisu expressionlessly, turned over and sat behind Sui Yan, wrapped Sui Yan tightly in a cloak, and said coldly: "Brother Sanhuang, Ming Chong is leaving."

When he said that, without waiting for an answer, he grabbed his horse's belly and rode away.

Duan Zhisu and Song Xian stood in place, looking at each other.

After a long while, Song Xian shuddered, and said: "Why do I look at these two people, so weird? Your Highness, what do you think?"

Duan Zhisu seems to have noticed it too, his brows have been frowning, and he scolded: "Don't talk nonsense."

Song Xian was silent.

But the "weird" two men ride horses in the snow, and the atmosphere is a little weird.

Sui Yan leaned in front of Duan Mingchong, slightly raised his head to look at Duan Mingchong from the gap in his cloak, and found that Duan Mingchong was still indifferent, as if he didn't intend to pay attention to him.

But just now, his concern for Sui Yan was real, and Sui Yan was a little confused about what was going on with him.

But thinking about it carefully, Bacheng Duan Mingchong was angry that he followed Duan Ruwang's madman and left without saying anything.

Sui Yan pondered for a long time, and then asked in a low voice: "How does your Highness know that I am here?"

Duan Mingchong held the reins tightly in his hand, took a deep breath, and said with difficulty: "I have seen someone who is like Duan's expectations."

Sui Yan said "Oh", his heart was as good as he hoped. This person is not too crazy, he is a bit conscientious.

Sui Yan was afraid that Duan Mingchong would think too much, and hurriedly explained: "He just asked me to say a few words at random. I saw that the snow scene outside was pretty good, so I went down to enjoy the snow. It's really nothing serious, so don't worry about it."

Duan Mingchong said with a cold face.

Sui Yan thought to himself: "Wow, I'm really angry."

No matter how Sui Yan tossed, Duan Mingchong would not be angry. This time he didn't do anything—what he thought—Duan Mingchong was so angry that he even said different things.

This is how to do? Sui Yanming thought hard, but it was either a bad idea or a ghost idea in his head. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how to coax people.

Sui Yan has never been treated so coldly by Duan Mingchong.

He thought for a long time, then carefully pulled Duan Mingchong's collar: "His Royal Highness."

Duan Ming Chongyu's eyelashes drooped slightly and looked down at him.

Sui Yan gently grabbed one of his hands against his forehead, and said, "You...you touch it, am I sick?"

Duan Mingchong: "..."

"If I get sick, I'm afraid I will be in bed for half a month."

Sui Yan made persistent efforts and spread out his crusted palm to show him: "My hand is still broken, and a lot of blood has bleed."

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