Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)

Chapter 17: Sweet soup

The third day of the new year.

Early in the morning, Anhou’s Mansion came to celebrate the New Year with an endless stream of people. Suixun was so busy that he was used to staying in the army. At first he asked him to deal with these civic ministers who had a bit of a sword. His half-life.

He sent away another minister with a pretty smile, Suixun was not relieved yet, Li Zhao walked in quickly: “Second Young Master, Third Prince is here.”

Before Suixun had time to take a sip of tea, he reluctantly put down the cup and was about to greet him. Li Zhao said: “But after he put down the things for congratulating him, he went to the young master’s yard, and Young Master Song went with him, you Look at this…”

Suixun frowned and said, “Did you forget to wake up?”

Li Zhao said: “Dawn has just woke up, this will be Haitang is waiting.”

Suixun said, “Then you don’t need to worry about it. You don’t need to be too disciplined about the friendship of young people. You go to the kitchen and ask someone to cook some sweet porridge and snacks to send them over.”

Li Zhao nodded and said yes.

In the courtyard of the Hou Mansion, Duan Zhisu and Song Xian were about to see Sui Yan being stopped for the first time. Song Xian was dissatisfied with Sui Yan, and sneered when he saw it, and said: “This is just now that he has just stepped up to his Royal Highness. Is the shelf that big?”

Duan Zhisu shouted: “Song Xian!”

Song Xian had to shut up reluctantly.

Haitang laughed at the side, and said, “Young master only woke up this morning. Maybe he was sick for too long and was unwell. Now he is losing his temper. Your Royal Highness and Young Master will be here for a while. I’ll talk to Young Master. .”

Duanzhi solemnly said: “It’s time to work.”

Haitang didn’t dare hurriedly, and bowed back.

At this time, the servants in the kitchen brought the prepared sweet porridge and pastries, and Haitang hurriedly picked them up, picked out the pastries, and said, “Master is still ill, send these pastries to the lobby.”

Haitang walked to the door and knocked gently: “Master?”

After waiting for a while, Sui Yan’s voice came from inside: “What’s the matter?”

Probably he had been sick for too long, his voice was as thin as a gossamer, with some hoarseness of scratching his throat.

Haitang said: “His Royal Highness and Young Master Song Xian are waiting in the front hall, saying that they are coming to visit you, now they can…”

Before he finished speaking, the carved wooden door made a “clang”, which should have been hit by something, and then there was a sound of broken porcelain bowls.

Sui Yan said sharply: “Let them get out!”

Then, there was a violent coughing sound inside, and that sound seemed to cough out the lungs.

Haitang was taken aback, and hurriedly said, “Master, that is the third majesty, not someone else, you…”

Are you confused?

There was another mess in the room, as if a bunch of things were thrown away.

“Go away! Go away!”

Sui Yan was so ill before that he didn’t see the habit of throwing things. Haitang was so scared that his heart pounded and he didn’t dare to persuade him. He whispered, “Then… Master, the kitchen made sweet soup, would you like to drink some? ?”

The room was quiet for a while before Sui Yan’s hoarse voice came again: “Go…”

Haitang didn’t dare to stay longer, and ran away with the bowl in his hand.

In the inner room, Sui Yan sat paralyzed on the edge of the bed, struggling to breathe slightly along the edge of the bed.

He was too angry just now, and at the same time he threw the things on the bedside case, he also rolled off the bed.

He had been ill for too long, and his limbs were weak and could not get up. After a little movement, his five internal organs were so painful that he was trembling all over, and he could only lean on the edge of the bed and breathe weakly.

After a while, the door of the room was opened, and Jun Jingxing carried the medicine he had just made and stepped forward, and he saw the mess in the room at a glance.

Sui Yan looked up weakly at him.

Jun Jingxing rubbed his eyebrows, put down the medicine, stepped forward helplessly and helped him up, saying: “The little Hou Ye is so sick and has the strength to toss the room like this, he is really a hero.”

Sui Yan’s eye circles suddenly turned red.

Jun Jingxing was taken aback, and quickly said: “Okay, I’m not talking anymore, I just leave it alone, don’t you…”

Don’t cry.

It’s impossible for Sui Yan to cry. No matter how sore his eyes are, there are still no tears in his eyes.

Sui Yan took a deep breath, retracted the soreness in his eye sockets, tilted his head slightly, and said dumbly: “It’s okay.”

He has been ill for so many days, and his whole person has lost weight. Even his face is as pale as paper, only his lips are reddish, and he looks a little weird.

Only Jun Jingxing knew that this was the aftereffect of the stigma remaining, just like his already worn-out body, it was detoxified, and it was definitely impossible to go back to before.

He will be entangled by illness and pain throughout his life, and he will be weak and sick, and he will no longer be able to be frivolous like other young people.

Jun Jingxing thought sadly: “He is only fifteen years old.”

It was the best age in my life.

Jun Jingxing brought the medicine over and said quietly, “Drink the medicine.”

Sui Yan pursed his lips.

Jun Jingxing raised his eyebrows and said, “Why, do you want me to feed you?”

Sui Yan’s expression froze for a while, before he shivered and took the medicine, staring down at the dark medicine, and then said for a long time: “I want to eat candy.”

Jun Jingxing: “…”

Jun Jingxing was almost helpless, so he had to coax: “Okay, I’ll give you candy after you drink it.”

Only then did Sui Yan nod his head, weakly holding the spoon, and sipped the medicine down.

Jun Jingxing took out a small box in the small cabinet next to it, pulled out the candied fruit bought in it, and placed it aside.

Sui Yan glanced at it, Wushen’s eyes lit up slightly, and handed the bowl to Jun Jingxing: “I’m done drinking.”

Jun Jingxing casually counted the candied fruit, and said: “Don’t play a child’s temper, drink up the bottom of the medicine inside.”

Sui Yan had to stare at the candied fruit, frowned and drank the bottom of the medicine.

As soon as he put the spoon down, Jun Jingxing leaned over and stuffed a piece of confectionery dipped in powdered sugar into Sui Yan’s mouth, and smiled: “Is it sweet?”

Sui Yan held the candied fruit, licked the powdered sugar on his lips with the tip of his tongue, and nodded blankly: “Yeah!”

Jun Jingxing said: “You can only eat five pills a day, and it won’t be enough if you have more.”

As he said, he stuffed four candies into a small box with the size of a palm, and placed them on the bedside where Sui Yan could reach them.

Sui Yan stopped licking the candied fruit, and looked at him incredulously: “Why?”

Jun Jingxing said: “Eating too much sugar is bad for your health. If you are obedient, you can drink half a bowl of sweet soup when the weather gets warmer.”

The implication is that you can’t even drink the sweet soup now.

Sui Yan was hit to the point that he lost his color, and for a long time he asked without giving up, “Why… why?”

Jun Jingxing said: “I went to see the sweet soup in your small kitchen a few days ago. The bottom soup in it is made from ginseng. You don’t know what virtue you are now, and you dare to drink ginseng soup because you are afraid of death. Isn’t that fast enough?”

Sui Yan didn’t understand: “Huh?”

Sui Yan was confused by illness, and had no brains to think about these and other things. He was half a beat slow in speaking and doing things, and he looked a little silly.

Jun Jingxing stretched out his hand and touched his head, and said, “Let’s talk about your poison without saying that people who are sick can’t drink ginseng soup. In your lungs, the ginseng soup is a great tonic, but if you make it too much, it can cause the toxicity that is hidden in your bones.”

Sui Yan couldn’t think now, so she nodded: “Oh.”

Jun Jingxing said: “Fortunately, you didn’t drink much ginseng soup at the banquet this time, otherwise you are afraid that you will ascend to heaven if you can’t survive an hour.”

Sui Yan still nodded, he vaguely felt as if he had thought of something, but now he was too weak, he could not grasp the weak thoughts anyway, and the more he thought about it, the more headache he felt.

Jun Jingxing pressed his shoulder to let him lie down, and said, “You can sleep for a while, and I will call you to take medicine later.”

Sui Yan was already tired, closed his eyes kindly, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the front hall of the courtyard, Duan Zhisu had already drunk two cups of tea, but still couldn’t wait for a figure.

Haitang has been apologizing on the sidelines, and the cold sweat has come down: “Young master is not in good health, now he is asleep again.”

Song Xian almost smashed the cup, and said angrily: “What does he mean? We have been waiting here for half an hour. He is fine, pretending to be sick and sleeping, and only let a servant come to prevaricate us!”

The more Duan Zhisu thinks about it, the more he feels that something is wrong. Although Sui Yan is stubborn, he hasn’t been presumptuous to this point. What’s more, the two have always had a good relationship with each other.

Duan Zhisu tied the cloak on the side and stood up and said, “I’ll go see him.”

After speaking, he walked towards the inner room of the backyard.

Haitang hurriedly rushed up to stop: “Your Highness! Your Three Highnesses are staying! The young master is really sick, so it’s not convenient to see guests…”

Song Xian grabbed the boy who was running up and down, and threatened with a black face: “If you want to say another nonsense, I’ll let someone beat you up!”

Haitang was frightened with tears, but still whispered: “Master is really…not seen…”

Song Xian: “Shut up!”

The two of them pulled and pulled behind, ignoring them, and walked directly to Sui Yan’s door, pushing the door and walking in without seeing the outside world.

In the past few days, in order to hide Sui Yan’s poisoning status, except Haitang who came to deliver medicine and food every day, Jun Jingxing drove all his servants away, and Duan Zhisu came in directly, and no one stopped him.

After Duan Zhisu entered, without speaking, he was frowned by a strong medicinal fragrance.

Is he really so sick? It’s been several days and it’s not complete yet?

“Forget about home?”

The bead curtain in the inner room swayed slightly, making a slight jade collision, and he was about to enter, when a hand suddenly lifted the bead curtain from the inside.

Jun Jingxing was picking up things on the ground, and when he heard the door opened, he came out to take a look, and ran into Duan Zhisu head-on.

Duan Zhisu frowned: “You are…”

Jun Jing bowed a salute, and said lightly: “I have seen the Three Highnesses, Master Xiaohou has already fallen asleep.”

In the past few days, Jun Jingxing has also figured out where Sui Yan took the poison, so he instinctively felt a little upset when he saw these three highnesses. Although Sui Yan was poisoned, he always escaped with this person. Nothing to do.

Duanzhi solemnly said: “I just look at him.”

Jun Jingxing sneered in his heart, and turned aside slightly.

Duan Zhisu directly opened the curtain and walked in.

Sure enough, as Haitang and Jun Jingxing said, Sui Yan had already fallen asleep. His long hair was scattered all over the pillow, and his pale face only had some color on his lips, which looked very strange.

Duan Zhisu stared at him in a daze, and for a moment he dared not step forward.

Sui Yan just lay there quietly, as if dead.