By this night, although the snow had stopped, the wind was howling outside the window. The cold wind rustled the snow in the courtyard, making the window paper rattle.
The main hall of Mingluan Palace was connected to the earth dragon of the east side hall. It burned a few days ago, but it was very warm. But Jun Linghuan was frightened by the howling wind, and insisted that Jun Huailang accompany her and tell her stories.
Jun Huailang was a little absent-minded.
Diancui was unusual today.
According to Concubine Shu's character, although she is arrogant and domineering, she does not rarely do things that are deliberately embarrassing. She seldom intervenes in large and small affairs, and leaves it to Dian Cui to handle it.
What if Dian Cui made an assertion and did some evil things in her name
Then it is Concubine Shu who is enmity with others, Diancui is just a slave, and if there is any quarrel and hatred, people will only remember Concubine Shu's head.
Thinking of the mysterious death of Concubine Shu in the previous life, Jun Huailang felt a little restless.
What's more, it's really cold today. Although the dragons were burning in their halls, cold winds still penetrated through the cracks of the windows, bringing a chill to the bones.
Jun Huailang could not forget Xue Yan's thin clothes and the poor luggage in the hands of the little eunuch who was following him.
Jun Huailang fought with himself in his heart.
At this moment, Jun Linghuan shook his arm and asked, "Brother, then what?"
Jun Huailang was taken aback: "Huh?"
Jun Linghuan asked again: "Then the scholar met the snake demon on the way to the exam, and then what?"
Only then did Jun Huailang realize that he had just stopped halfway through the story.
He apologized softly: "Sorry, my brother is a little absent-minded today. He said that the scholar encountered a heavy rain on the way and was trapped on the boat. … "
Jun Linghuan opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "What is your brother thinking?"
As soon as Jun Huailang lowered his head, he met those clear eyes, and he couldn't hide his concern at all. His heart was sour, and he felt that his thought of being a woman was too sorry for the humiliation Jun Linghuan suffered in his previous life.
He whispered: "Brother just now, I want to go to the Xibian Palace to see the older brother who just moved here."
Jun Linghuan said as it should be: "Then brother, let's go. I heard from the palace ladies and sisters two days ago that the ground dragon in the west side hall was broken, and it was cold in the room. They went to clean for two days, and the hands were clean. I have frostbite on my face."
Jun Huailang paused and whispered, "But he's a bad guy."
Jun Linghuan asked nervously: "What bad thing did he do?"
This made Jun Huailang unable to answer. He paused for a moment and said truthfully: "Although he has done nothing wrong now, he will do it in the future."
After speaking, he added: "It will do very bad things."
Jun Linghuan would never doubt Jun Huailang's words. She gave a long ooh, but instead began to think hard.
After thinking about it for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out: "Brother, if he is not born a bad person, why did he become bad?"
Because everyone in the world is afraid of him because of a horoscope, wants him to die, and treats him harshly because of this.
Jun Huailang could not speak.
After a long while, he did not answer Jun Linghuan's question, but instead asked, "Linghuan, what if he has a grudge against his brother in the future?"
Jun Linghuan was stopped by his question and couldn't answer after thinking for a long time. After a while, she asked, "Can't you not have a grudge against him?"
"But brother needs revenge." Jun Huailang said.
Jun Ling laughed and said, "Didn't my brother say that he will have revenge in the future? How can we repay the revenge in the future?"
Jun Huailang paused.
He had to admit that Jun Linghuan was right. No matter how wicked Xue Yan was in his previous life, he really didn't do anything in this life.
Jun Linghuan suddenly stretched out his hand and tugged at the hem of his clothes.
"Brother, compared with revenge, Ling Huan still wants you to be safe." Jun Linghuan said. "If he's a bad person, brother, don't provoke him, okay?"
Jun Huailang paused.
Then, when he saw Jun Linghuan pouting, he muttered in a low voice, "How can my brother fight against bad guys? What if my brother is bullied?"
Jun Huailang paused, the one thing that had been stuck in his heart seemed to be slowly melting away.
Indeed, all kinds of past lives have not happened yet.
If he goes against his own nature, always opposes Xue Yan, and sees him being bullied with cold eyes, he will become enmity with him instead. As long as he doesn't have the ability to kill him, he will inevitably rise like the previous life, and the Jun family will still face the disaster of extinction.
Compared with the entanglement of cause and effect with the previous life, protecting his family is the most important thing he should do in this life.
Now, he indulged Xue Yan to be mistreated by Concubine Shu, and it was Concubine Shu who Xue Yan hated in the end. If the death of Concubine Shu in the previous life was related to Xue Yan, and if he was not fully confident to stop him in this life, then he was not indulging Xue Yan's suffering, but indulging Concubine Shu's death in the future.
Jun Huailang sat up.
"Then Ling Huan will wait for your brother here, okay?" Jun Huailang said. "Brother, go there and see."
Jun Linghuan nodded obediently.
Jun Huailang got up, put on a heavy cloak and cloak, asked the palace maid to fetch a lamp for him, and went out alone.
As soon as the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind with broken snow blew towards him, raising Jun Huailang's long hair and cloak, causing him to shiver.
"Master, it's so late, where are you going?" Fuyi, who was waiting on the porch, hurried up to greet him.
"I'll take a look at the West Side Hall." Jun Huailang said lightly. "I'll go by myself, I don't have to follow."
Fuyi was a little worried, but when he heard that he was not going out of the palace, he had to respond, and hurriedly went to get a small carved silver stove and stuffed it in Jun Huailang's hand.
Jun Huailang looked down and saw that the pattern was exquisite and unique, and at first glance it was something for women. He raised his hand and wanted to shove the stove back, but Fuyi didn't pick it up, and said, "Young master, just take it! It's so cold outside, what if you're cold and sick!"
Jun Huailang had no choice but to hold the lamp in one hand and the stove in the other, and walked towards the West Side Hall in the cold wind.
Concubine Shu had already slept in the main hall, the lights in the room were turned off, and the courtyard was completely dark. And the west side hall is also dark, not even a single star of lights.
Jun Huailang thought to himself, is he already asleep
He thought to himself that if he fell asleep, he would just relieve himself of the embarrassment. Tomorrow, he would ask the eunuch in charge what he was missing, and he would make up for it, even if he was allowed to live in peace with his family here.
As he got closer, Jun Huailang saw the situation there.
He lives in the room at the farthest corner of the West Side Hall. The door looks thin and the windows are not closed tightly. This place should have been a small warehouse in the past, but because the door was not closed tightly, things were always lost, so Diancui moved all the things away, leaving an empty house.
This house looks like other houses from a distance, with green tiles and flying scorpions, but when you get closer, you can see that the window papers are all torn and rattling in the wind.
Jinbao wrapped himself in several layers of clothes, still like a big zongzi, keeping watch at the door and taking a nap under the porch. He was dizzy from the cold, half awake, and he didn't notice when Jun Huailang came.
Jun Huailang did not wake him up either. He stood under the porch for a while, and then planned to take a look at the window. If there was nothing wrong, he would go back quietly.
If Xue Yan's life is tough, nothing major will happen.
Thinking like this, he walked to the window and glanced in through the fist-sized hole that was broken open.
Then, he was stunned.
The room was pitch black. With the lamp in his hand, he saw Xue Yan with his back to the door and window, lying on a hardwood bed without a tent, not even a quilt. He was thinly dressed and seemed motionless, but upon closer inspection, he could see that he was wrapping his shoulders, trembling slightly, as if he was holding back something.
That look, like an abandoned dog in the corner, is extremely pitiful.
Jun Huailang's teeth clenched involuntarily. Immediately afterwards, he held the lamp, pushed the door and walked in.
The room is very small, with only one bed and one table, and the rooms for those who want to come to the palace are better than here. When Jun Huailang walked in, he found that the sun was not only cold here, but there was also a tide, which was colder than it was outside.
He walked to the bed in two steps.
Xue Yan had a habit on the battlefield in the early years. Even in his sleep, he was very alert and would wake up when he heard the slightest movement. The moment the door was pushed open, he opened his eyes, and conditioned reflexively, he took the dagger under the pillow with one hand, and prepared to attack the intruder's throat with the other.
The shadow drew near, with a warm orange glow.
The next moment, Xue Yan's hand holding the dagger froze in place.
Because, a white brocade cloak with body temperature came down and wrapped him. The soft fluffy fox fur encircled his cheeks, warm like a hallucination.
Xue Yan was a little stunned.
Immediately afterwards, he came back to his senses, raised his hand to touch the cold sweat on his forehead, and remembered what happened just now.
He lived here, but there was nothing in the house. He is not afraid of cold, that kind of feeling that is unbearable to others is not a pain to him.
But what he couldn't tell was that he was afraid of the dark.
In the twelfth lunar month of the beginning of the year, he took a team of Yanyun Iron Cavalry to defend the city gate for a month, and then he kept the elite power of Yanyun Iron Cavalry and moved them to a safe area. And the last battle was in the middle of the night when I could not see my fingers.
He was buried in a heap of dead people, and all he could reach were unrecognizable corpses, all of whom were once familiar, burying him so tightly.
They saved Xue Yan's life with their lives.
King Yan's last bodyguard was by his side, half of his face was bloody, and only his last breath was left. The man repeatedly told him that he had to go back alive and climb to the pinnacle of power in order to recover Yan County and avenge King Yan.
He was buried in the corpse overnight, surrounded by darkness, and he could see nothing.
Until dawn, the guard used his last strength in the dark to push him from the dead pile and let him escape. At that time, the main force of the Turks had just withdrawn, and he stood there alone, surrounded by unburned beacon fires.
Finally there is light.
He didn't know how many people he killed, and he committed suicide alone.
Since then, he has been afraid of the dark. At any time, he can endure anything, as long as there is still a little light.
But that night, the dark clouds covered the moon, and there was no light at all. He asked Jinbao to fetch a candle, but no one answered Jinbao.
Xue Yan silently forced himself to fall asleep in the dark, and sure enough, the suffocating darkness that night came like a tide in his dream, almost drowning him in it.
until someone came.
Xue Yan raised his hand unconsciously and stroked the soft fur on his neckline. The warm cloak carried a faint scent of grass and trees, like those white birches that were thin and thin, but could withstand the cold wind in the winter days in the suburbs of Yan County.
He saw the cold and handsome boy, put the lamp in his hand on the table, and turned around.
A room of warm yellow soft light dispelled the darkness in his dream that was full of the bloody smell that suffocated him.