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    The third day of the new year.

    Early in the morning, there was an endless stream of people coming to Sui Anhou's mansion to pay their respects to the New Year. Sui Xun was so busy that he never touched the ground. He was used to being in the army. At first, he was asked to deal with these civil servants who were full of honey and swords.  half his life.

    Another smiling minister was sent away. Before Sui Xun breathed a sigh of relief, Li Zhao quickly walked in again: "Second young master, the third prince has arrived."

    Sui Xun didn't have time to take a sip of tea, so he had no choice but to put down the cup, and was about to greet him, Li Zhao said: "But after he put down the congratulatory things, he went to the young master's yard, and young master Song also went with him, you  Look at this"

    Sui Xun frowned and said, "Did you wake up?"

    Li Zhao said: "I just woke up at dawn, and now Haitang is serving."

    Sui Xun said: "Then don't worry about it, young people don't have to follow the rules in friendship, you go to the kitchen and order someone to cook some sweet porridge and snacks to deliver."

    Li Zhao nodded in agreement.

    In the side courtyard of the Hou Mansion, Duan Zhisu and Song Xian were stopped when they were about to see Sui Yan for the first time. Song Xian was already dissatisfied with Sui Yan, so he sneered and said, "I just went to His Highness the Crown Prince.  Is the shelf really that big?"

    Duan Zhisu shouted in a low voice: "Song Xian!"

    Song Xian had no choice but to shut up reluctantly.

    Haitang laughed at the side, and said: "Master just woke up this morning, maybe he has been ill for a long time and is not feeling well, and he is losing his temper now, Your Highness and Young Master wait here for a while, I will go and talk to Young Master  .¡±

    Duan Zhi said solemnly: "It's time to work."

    Haitang quickly said that she didn't dare, bowed and retreated.

    At this time, the servants in the kitchen brought the sweet porridge and cakes, Haitang hurriedly took them over, picked out the cakes, and said: "The young master is still ill, send these cakes to the front hall."

    Haitang walked to the door and knocked lightly: "Master?"

    After waiting for a while, Sui Yan's voice came from inside: "What's the matter?"

    Probably because he had been ill for too long, his voice was as thin as a gossamer, with some hoarseness.

    Haitang said: "The Third Highness and Young Master Song Xian are waiting in the front hall, they said they want to visit you, now can"

    Before he finished speaking, the carved wooden door slammed, probably because it was hit by something, followed by the sound of a porcelain bowl breaking.

    Sui Yan sternly said, "Let them get out!"

    Then, there was a violent coughing sound from inside, which seemed to be able to cough out the lungs.

    Haitang was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Master, that is His Highness the Third Highness, not someone else, you"

    Are you sick and confused?

    There was another noise in the room, as if a bunch of things had been thrown away.

    "Get out! Get out, all!"

    Before Sui Yan was so seriously ill, he never had the habit of throwing things. Hai Tang was so frightened that her heart was pounding, she didn't dare to persuade her anymore, and said in a low voice: "Thenthen, the young master, the kitchen has made sweet soup, you want to drink some  ?"

    The room was quiet for a moment before Sui Yan's hoarse voice came again: "Get out"

    Haitang didn't dare to stay any longer, so she quickly ran away with the bowl.

    In the inner room, Sui Yan was sitting paralyzed on the edge of the bed, struggling to hold the edge of the bed, panting slightly.

    He was so angry just now that when he threw the things on the small table beside the bed, he rolled off the bed himself.

    He had been ill for too long, his limbs were so weak that he couldn't get up, he moved a little bit, the pain in his internal organs made him tremble all over, he could only lean on the edge of the bed and pant weakly.

    After a while, the door of the room was opened, and Jun Jingxing stepped in carrying the freshly brewed medicine, and saw the mess of the room at a glance.

    Sui Yan looked up at him weakly.

    Jun Jingxing rubbed the center of his brows, put down the medicine, and helplessly stepped forward to help him up, saying: "Young Master is so seriously ill and still has the strength to toss the room like this, it's really a hero out of a boy."

    Sui Yan's eye circles suddenly turned red.

    Jun Jingxing was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I won't talk, I just don't talk, don't"

    Don't cry.

    It is impossible for Sui Yan to cry, no matter how red his eyes are, no matter how sore his eyes are, there is still not a single tear in his eyes.

    Sui Yan took a deep breath, put back the sourness in his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."

    After being ill for so many days, he has lost a lot of weight, and even his face is as pale as paper, only his lips are slightly red, which looks weird.

    Only King King Xing knows that this is; Haitang was so frightened that her tears welled up, but she still whispered: "Young master really don't see"

    Song Xian: "Shut up!"

    The two of them were chattering behind, and they didn't care about the austerity. They went straight to the door of Sui Yan's room, pushed the door open and walked in.

    In order to hide Sui Yan's poisoning these past few days, except for Haitang who came to deliver medicine and meals every day, Jun Jingxing sent away all the servants, and Duan Zhisu just came in directly, and no one stopped him.

    After Duan Zhisu entered, before he could speak, he was frowned by a strong medicinal fragrance.

    Is he really so sick?  It's been a few days and it's not fully recovered yet?

    "Forgot to return?"

    The bead curtain in the inner room swayed slightly, and there was a slight sound of jade and stones colliding. Duan Zhisu was about to go in, when a hand suddenly lifted the bead curtain from the inside.

    Jun Jingxing was packing things on the ground, when he heard the door opened, he came out to have a look, and bumped into Duan Zhisu head-on.

    Duan Zhisu frowned: "You are"

    Jun Jingxing saluted, and said calmly: "I have seen His Highness the Third Highness, the young master has already fallen asleep."

    In the past few days, Jun Jingxing also figured out where Sui Yan took the poison, so when he saw the third prince, he was instinctively upset. Although he didn't know why Sui Yan was poisoned, he always escaped with this person  Nothing to do.

    Duan Zhi said solemnly: "I only look at him once."

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

    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 like withered grass, and only his lips were a little tinged on his pale face, which looked very strange.

    Duan Zhisu stared at him blankly, for a while he was afraid to go forward.

    Sui Yan just lay there quietly, as if he was dead.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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