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    The palace servants who were serving in the side hall hurried to the outside of the study, and before they could go in, they suddenly heard the sound of broken porcelain inside, and there seemed to be the scattered sound of countless things falling to the ground.

    The person waiting outside whispered: "What happened? Your Highness is in a hurry now, so don't bother me if there is nothing important."

    The palace people complained incessantly: "Young Lord Hou seems to have fallen ill again, and now he is making a fuss to return home."

    When the man heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward and knocked on the door.

    "Your Highness."

    Duan Mingchong's cold voice came from inside: "What's the matter?"

    Following the sound of footsteps, Duan Mingchong opened the door. His usually warm and jade-like face was now as cold as ice, and his eyes were not warm when looking at people.

    The people serving in the East Palace have never seen Duan Mingchong so cold and stern, he hesitated and said: "Xiao, Xiao Hou seems to be ill again"

    Hearing this sentence, Duan Mingchong was stunned for a moment, and then hurried to the side hall without saying a word.

    This time, Sui Yan's drug addiction was extremely serious. He seemed to be very sober, and he wanted to go out wearing a coat, but he was often stopped by the guards outside.

    He barged in twice, his face was already a little impatient, his fingers were rattling, as if he was desperately suppressing his anger.

    However, when Duan Ming Chong pushed the door open, Sui Yan, who was about to get angry, suddenly pouted as if he had been wronged, and said softly, "Your Highness"

    Duan Mingchong's eyes were still bloodshot, he walked forward quickly, held Sui Yan's arm, and said as softly as possible: "What's wrong?"

    Sui Yan had already become addicted, and had been making a fuss for a long time regardless of his care. His whole body had already become weak, and he couldn't hold on to him when he was touched by Duan Mingchong.

    Sui Yan grabbed the hem of his shirt and whispered, "Your Highness, I want to go home."

    Duan Mingchong could see that his pupils were a little dilated, and he knew that the smell of the medicine was causing the trouble. When he thought that this drug addiction was acquired to heal the stigma, his heart felt as if someone had grabbed and twisted his heart, and it hurt.  He could barely breathe.

    Duan Mingchong took a light breath, put Sui Yan in his arms on the couch, and said softly, "Don't go home now, and go home when you get better, okay?"

    Sui Yan's viscera and bone marrow seemed to be gnawed by countless insects. He was so uncomfortable that he burst into tears. He wrapped his arms tightly around Duan Mingchong's neck and cried softly: "Your Highness, please  , I want some incense"

    "Mingchong, I feel badyou save me quickly"

    He hugged Duan Mingchong tightly while weeping, the desire for the fragrance of the medicine almost drove his not so clear mind completely crazy.

    While pressing him, Duan Mingchong couldn't help comforting him: "It will be fine soon, soon"

    He suddenly couldn't speak.

    Sui Yan didn't know if he heard what he said, but he wanted incense for a while and cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, his hands kept thrashing and struggling, and Duan Mingchong almost couldn't hold it down.

    While struggling, Sui Yan's nails scratched Duan Mingchong's neck again. This time, the force was so great that blood gushed out uncontrollably.

    The palace people exclaimed from the side: "Your Highness!"

    Everyone hurriedly dragged Duan Mingchong away, and the late doctor Meng ordered them to tie Sui Yan's hands to the bedposts with a soft red silk cloth, and asked them to hold him down.  He directly poked a few needles on his acupuncture points, and forcibly poured the tranquilizing medicine.

    ? While Imperial Physician Meng was administering medicine to Sui Yan, Duan Mingchong was supported by the palace servants and sat on a chair in the outer room, with a dazed expression on his face.

    The palace people hurriedly bandaged the wound on his neck. It must be extremely painful to have such a wound and apply golden sore medicine, but Duan Mingchong sat there in a daze as if he didn't feel it.

    Sui Yan's violent coughing and crying sounded next to his ears. Duan Mingchong sat in a daze for a while, then raised his trembling hand and covered his eyes.

    After tossing about for half an hour, Imperial Physician Meng came out with a gloomy face.

    Seeing this, Duan Mingchong rushed to meet him, and wanted to ask, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't speak for a while.

    Meng Yu said: "It's nothing serious, just feed him medicine every two hours."

    Duan Mingchong couldn't speak, so he could only nod.

    Not long after, all the people in the side hall withdrew.

    Duan Mingchong's eye circles were a little red. He stood in the outer room for a long time before opening the bead curtain and entering the inner room.

    Sui Yan was tormented a bit miserably, his sweat-soaked black hair stuck to his pale cheeks, making him look more and more frail. He leaned on the soft pillow and tilted his head slightly, even when he fell asleep, his face showed a little bit of pain.sp; Sui Yan was pushed back on the couch by him, and couldn't help but grab Duan Mingchong's sleeve.

    Duanming Chong said: "It's still early, you sleep a little longer, I'll go and see if the medicine is boiling."

    He was about to leave when Sui Yan came back to his senses and grabbed his wrist again.

    Duan Mingchong looked back at him without any impatience.

    Sui Yan blinked, and said in a low voice: "Then what His Highness means is that in the future, I will be able to ignore the affairs of the court and continue to be my idle Marquis and play casually, right?"

    Duanming Chong smiled and said, "Yes."

    Sui Yan said slowly: "Thenthen I have no power in the court, if I am bullied"

    He didn't know what to think of, pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, and tentatively whispered: "What should I do?"

    Duan Mingchong held his hand, put it gently under the quilt, stretched out his hand to shave a strand of hair on his forehead, and said softly, "I will always protect you from now on."

    Sui Yan finally got the answer he wanted, covered his face with the quilt, let out a silent cry, and nodded hastily.

    Sui Yan has lived for so many years in the past and present, and this is the first time he heard someone say such words to him. Even if he is not a person who lives by others, he was stunned by these words for a while, and his mind was like boiling  In general, a little unable to think.

    It wasn't until Duan Mingchong left that Sui Yan poked his head out from the quilt secretly, his cheeks flushed a little from boredom or embarrassment.

    "That's great." Sui Yan murmured softly, "It feels like someone is protecting me, so that's how it is."

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