Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)

Chapter 1: wedge

In the thirty-nine year of Fengxing, the emperor collapsed.

The city was covered by heavy snow, and the whole country was in grief.

In the middle of the night, going south from Cheng’an Gate of the palace gate, the long imperial corridor is covered with funeral flags flying in the chaos of snow, and the burning lights on the side of the road look like Huangquan Road.

Going further west, crossing two empty long streets, you will see a house with black lights and fire. Looking at the plaque, it is the only mansion of Fengxing king with a different surname—Jingwang Mansion.

A string of clear footprints was left on the snow-covered bluestone road, and a man in a black court dress shuffled to the ground, walking slowly in the snow.

He didn’t hold an umbrella in such a big snow. A pile of snow had fallen on his shoulders. He held a small sandalwood case in his hand. On it was a glass of jade bottle full of wine. It was too cold and a thin layer had formed on the edge. Thin crystal frost.

It was midnight, the gate of the palace was wide open, and the outside of King King’s Mansion looked majestic and majestic, but when you walked in, you could see the withered grass on the ground, very desolate, not much better than the famous ghost house in the capital.

The heavy snow fell in the sky, and Song Xian walked through the vestibule and passed through a hand-shoveling veranda before arriving at the residence of King Jing.

The yard of King Jing Sui Yan is not big. I don’t know how long it has been undisturbed. It is full of dead grass. There are only a few small lanterns on the promenade, with kerosene placed in them, and they are burning faintly.

Song Xian’s face was expressionless, half a drop of the wine bottle in his hand was not spilled, and he stepped in steadily. Just as he walked into the courtyard, the door to the side opened swiftly.

Song Xian followed the prestige, and Sui Yan just came out of the room.

According to rumors, Sui Yanrao, the unlearned young man, was imprisoned for a year, and he is still beautiful and indispensable.

He was dressed in a purple robe embroidered with begonia flowers, and he was extremely gorgeous, standing under the corridor with his eyebrows picturesque, as exquisite as a picture scroll.

The two hadn’t seen each other for ten years, and Sui Yan still looked like that young boy in a daze.

Sui Yan’s peachy eyes narrowed slightly, as if he hadn’t seen anyone else, he rubbed himself on the bench by the promenade and lay on it lazily, gazing at a small lantern beside his feet with drowsiness. It seems to be in a good mood.

Song Xian stepped forward, placed the small sandalwood case in his hand on the stone table aside, and said lightly: “Forget going, it’s been a long time.”

Sui Yan seemed to be taken aback for a while, squinted at the person in front of him, and finally smiled, and said, “It’s been a long time since I saw you, who are you here?”

Song Xian: “…”

“Song Xian, I used to be the three princes in the palace together with the prince,” Song Xian said lightly, “The prince is really oblivious, but it is also true. My Royal Highness and I were sent to Canglin Temple for seven years. Lord Jing, who has the wind and the wind and the rain and the rain, will naturally not remember our little people.”

Song Xian?

Sui Yan blinked, but still didn’t remember who this person was, but when he heard his words, he was full of resentment. King Jing hurriedly said, “Oh, oh, remember, Song Xian, remember. Master Song has everything to do with everything, how come you have time to come to me?”

Song Xian didn’t break through him. He glanced indifferently at the lantern beside his feet and the red and purple clothes. He disagreed and said, “Now it’s a national funeral. You are so swaggering, I’m afraid it’s wrong.”

During the national funeral, officials without military affairs and civilians were still pawns, and they were determined to be sued for the 27th day, and all pleasure and pleasure were forbidden.

Sui Yanqi said, “Isn’t this the Lantern Festival today? What’s wrong? Oh, yes, the emperor died?”

Song Xian frowned.

“I’ve been in this ghost place for more than a year. Except for the housekeeper who delivers meals every day, I can’t see anyone at all. No one has told me about these important events.” Sui Yan stood up and unzipped the purple robe on her body. He took it off, revealing a thin plain shirt inside.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an exquisite filial service.

Song Xian frowned: “Did you know that the emperor would die?”

With such a heavy snow, Sui Yan was trembling from the cold in his single clothes, but he smiled: “That’s not true. I just look forward to his death all the time. After so many years, this filial dress finally came in handy. -So Master Song, what are you doing when you come to me so late to spread the will of the new emperor?”

Song Xian was a little surprised: “Why do you know?”

Sui Yan let Xuexue fall on her body, and said lightly: “What’s hard to guess, and if I’m not wrong, your wine bottle is full of stigma, right?”

“Stigma” is the secret medicine in the palace. It is often a poison given to the imperial family who is humiliated or treacherous, and the stigma left to the royal family also disappears. Seeing blood seals the throat and is unique But an hour.

Song Xian took a deep breath and said, “The first emperor’s last words are to ask His Royal Highness to give the prince a glass of wine.”

In the royal family, what it means to give wine is self-evident.

Sui Yan’s eyes moved.

He glanced at the exquisite wine cup, and said in his heart: “I worked so hard for so many years, but finally died in his hands? This is too fucking.”

Sui Yan has done a lot of things to vindicate his stubbornness over the past few years, but no one knows at all. Even the old emperor always thought that he was doing such things for himself.

“No,” Sui Yan thought, “I have done so much, and I can’t hide it, so I won’t be able to stare at it when I die.”

Sui Yan hugged the plan that “death will not let everyone live in peace”, his eyes bend up, his side, the blue silk falls like a waterfall shawl, the corners of his lips are smiling, and he whispered, “Master Song, you want to know why the first emperor? Even if you die, do you fear me so much?”

There was a trace of disgust in Song Xian’s eyes. He clearly read and recited Sui Yan’s hatred. He opened his mouth and said: “You don’t ask about the luxury and arrogance of the court, but you secretly win over the court officials to form parties for private purposes. In the past three years, if a virtuous and loyal minister has conflicting political opinions with you, they will often not escape the tragic situation of death, and the piles of papers that participate in you every day are almost piled up, which shows the people’s anger and public resentment.”

Sui Yan’s eyes are bent, how do you think he is a wealthy young master who doesn’t know anything about the world? If you let outsiders look at him, you won’t be able to see that he is the one who did such a frenzied thing.

This man looks good, but his heart is really cruel.

Sui Yan smiled: “Even the emperor knows things that people who have just returned to Beijing can see through, but do you know why I did such a rebellious thing, but he just kept me in confinement? ?”

Song Xian didn’t speak.

Sui Yan didn’t feel that he was singing a one-man show, and said to himself: “He won’t kill me or let me go, for fear that I will love me again, but before he died, he asked Duan Zhisu to give me a cup of stigma. Did he want me to give him a stigma? Martyred?”

As he said, he felt ridiculous and laughed.

“But what am I to him? What name does he want me to die for him?” Sui Yan thought wildly, “Does my uncle the emperor have that kind of nasty thoughts about me?”

and also?

Song Xian frowned, he didn’t quite understand what he meant by “also”, but he didn’t let him think about it at this time, and said directly: “Why?”

Only then did Sui Yanyu put away his inconsistency, and said indifferently: “Because the second and fifth princes, who are so much loved, are all defeated by me.”

Song Xian was surprised: “What?”

“The second prince and the fifth prince designed the death of the prince at the palace banquet seven years ago, and used this to put the blame on the third prince. Therefore, they are all linked to each other, or they are delayed or exiled, even the prince. I was also imprisoned in Canglin Temple for seven years and not allowed to return to Beijing. I just paid back what they did, and they were not wronged. Are you right? Master Song.”

Song Xian seemed to have known him for the first time, his indifferent face was full of shock.

Sui Yan smiled softly and said softly: “Master Song, Duan Zhisu and I have known each other since childhood, why didn’t you even come to see me the last time? You know, why?”

Song Xian felt numb all over his body when he listened to him now. For a while, he was completely unable to connect the person who looked like a ghost in front of him with the graceful young man who was laughing at Yan Yan in his impression.

Sui Yan’s voice was softer and softer: “Naturally, the new emperor thought that all the three princes and one line were implicated, and I had nothing to do-even the first emperor was named as the first emperor on the day he went to Canglin Temple. The first prince with a different surname—I escaped because I betrayed him.”

Song Xian’s eyes went dark, and he muttered, “You really… did this?”

When he was still in Beijing, he remembered that Sui Yan went to the palace overnight before Duan Zhisu was convicted and returned the next day.

Since then, Duan Zhisu has been ordered by the emperor to imprison Canglin Temple for life, while Sui Yan, who is closest to Duan Zhisu, only asked him to reflect on it for a few days and gave him many precious medicinal materials, but only a few days away. The king was a sensation.

And it is precisely because of this that all the people in the dynasty have been circulating for so many years, that it was because Sui Yan sought glory for self-protection sellers, and Duan Zhisu was imprisoned for so many years and was not allowed to return to Beijing.

And what the truth is, now only Sui Yan knows.

Sui Yan blinked at him and smiled slyly: “What do you think?”

Song Xian didn’t know how to answer.

Sui Yan smiled softly and said softly: “Master Song, although I have done a lot of evil over the years, I have never changed my original aspirations to Your Highness, oh, the current new emperor. You will tell me what I said today. Your Majesty, let him look at his old love and let me go?”

Song Xian’s expression on his face remained horrified, and said, “Naturally.”

If what Sui Yan said is true, and he has no intention of the throne, just for the sake of vindication, then this cup of poisoned wine is given, and he knows the truth, how can he regret it?

Looking at Sui Yan, who was laughing at Yan Yan in front of him, Song Xian was in a daze and saw the graceful, luxurious, and pure-minded young man back then.

In a daze, he didn’t seem to have changed anything, still leaning on the fence and throwing flowers in a cynical indulgence like he did when he was a little boy.

Song Xian’s lips lightly moved: “Why do you… why do you do this?”

Sui Yan blinked his eyes and said, “It’s a little weird for Master Song to ask this question. We were the same as the three masters back then. When he fell down, you could go along with him to distribute to Canglin Temple for so many years, and I How strange is it to help him rehabilitate the authorities in the DPRK?”

Song Xian was speechless.

He is not the only person with a heart.

Sui Yan said: “Then Lord Song must remember to go back and report to His Majesty the new emperor, and forget about it.”

Song Xian responded indiscriminately, and was about to take the ridiculous ‘stigma” on the table back to life, but he heard Sui Yan suddenly whispering “Ah”.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the thin and handsome man picking up the ‘stigma” he put on a small case.

Before he could react, he poisoned the glass and drank the wine in one fell swoop.

Song Xian was stunned for an instant, and then he woke up suddenly after a while, he said in amazement, “Forget about returning home!”

There are still some wine stains on Sui Yan’s lips, and his lips are a little red, and the color is boundless.

He gently threw the jade cup in his hand to the ground, and the sound of breaking sounded, softly said: “Master Song will tell your majesty, right?”

Master Song looked at him in amazement.

Sui Yan looked at him and seemed to find it funny, he laughed loudly.

“Master Song, you must tell the new emperor how I have survived for him over the past few years in this treacherous court with tigers and wolves everywhere, how have I worked hard for him to wash away his grievances, and how have I worked hard for him to conquer the two princes. Pulling off the horse, how to turn him into a wicked person who has done the most for his crimes.”

Sui Yan’s tone was full of malice, but her voice was soft as water.

“Finally, I told him that I, who would rather die for him, died in the deserted garden because of his jealousy and suspicion.”

Song Xian couldn’t help taking a few steps back.

After Sui Yan finished speaking, he seemed to have lost his strength, and he staggered back on the couch, closing his eyes lightly.

Song Xian’s lips trembled: “You have to…”

Sui Yan snorted and said, “Yes, I am such a person. Even if I die, I will make everyone feel uncomfortable. Of course, you can also choose to conceal this matter. But in half a year it will be able to reach him completely.”

Song Xian: “You…”

Sui Yan is probably annoyed, no longer wanting to talk nonsense with Song Xian, and whispered: “Song Master, you have been here for too long, come back.”

Song Xian was blasted out unconsciously. It wasn’t until he left the gate of the palace that he suddenly reacted. After staying in place for a while, he hurriedly walked into the palace.

Sui Yan was still lying halfway on the soft couch with a lazy posture and red lips.

He didn’t have the consciousness of a dying person, and he whispered an unknown tune, but he didn’t know where it went, and he couldn’t bear to listen to it.

The snow fell and heavier, and whizzed around him from the unobstructed corridor. Soon, a thin layer of snowflakes covered half of his body.

Sui Yan didn’t notice it. Upon closer inspection, he would find that his eyes had lost their brilliance for some time, and he was still humming slowly.

The sound of footsteps in his ears sounded, and he did not open his eyes, and lazily said: “You come to see me?”

A person in a red dress stood beside him, and a red cloak was draped over his shoulders to block the raging cold wind and snow around him.

This person looks like a good woman, with a drop of cinnabar between his eyebrows that looks extremely seductive, and his eyes are drooping, with a little coldness that is thousands of miles away. Seeing Sui Yan’s tragic situation, there is not the slightest wave in his eyes, and he coldly said: ” I’ll collect the corpse for you.”

Sui Yan let out a “poof” laugh. He opened his narrow eyes and said, “Yue see you, you are willing to help condense the corpses of people like me. It seems that you are still thinking about old feelings.”

Yuejian said coldly: “If I were not here to collect your corpse, you are afraid that the enemy in the capital would pick up the corpse and whip the corpse out, and then throw it in the mass grave where the wild beasts can bite. It turned out to be this way of death, and you are not afraid of becoming a lonely ghost?”

Sui Yan thought thoughtfully: “This way of death is also pretty good.”

Yuejian did not speak.

The two of them just waited so quietly, the snow whistled, and soon covered Sui Yan’s body with a layer of white snow, making his face more white.

After a long time, Yuejian said softly: “Sui Yan?”

No one answered.

Yue Jian said again: “Forgot to return?”

He tilted his head slightly, and saw Sui Yan, who was lying on the soft couch, closed his eyes for unknown time, and a layer of hoarfrost was condensed on his long feather eyelashes.

Yuejian leaned over slightly and stretched out a slender hand to wipe a trace of blood from Sui Yan’s lips. After a while, he whispered: “You are too tired.”

He untied the red cloak and placed it on Sui Yan, who had lost his temperature, with a smile on his face, as if the person in front of him really just slept.

“Go to sleep.”

The courtyard is full of lanterns, and the crystal clear snow falls like specks of fluorescence.

After the heavy snowfall, it was covered in silver.

The new emperor is a brand new dynasty.