That night, Jinbao held the lamp for Xue Yan and packed up his clothes, but he didn't leave.
Xue Yan was reading under the lamp with a scroll of military books, when he saw a shadow dangling in front of the lamp, without raising his eyes, he turned a page of the book: "Don't roll?"
But I heard Jin Bao hehe laughed.
Xue Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him inexplicably.
Seeing Jin Bao kneeling down in front of him, he smiled a little shyly, and said, "The slave thank the master for saving his life today."
He always thought that this master was a man-eating evil spirit, but he never thought that he was cold-hearted and would sacrifice his life to save a minion whose life was like a mustard.
But under the lamp, Xue Yan's light-colored eyes glanced at him lightly, and then landed on the book again.
"At that time, there were people from Dongchang staring at him. It was the little Weizi who was originally in our hospital." He said lightly, his tone was very cold. "Presumably Concubine Shu can't let anyone in here. I went to Wenhua Hall yesterday, and the East Factory knew about it, so she stared at me there."
Speaking of which, Xue Yan pursed his lips coldly and looked at Jinbao: "Show him the show. I have been bullied by several princes, and I can sacrifice my life to save a eunuch. If I come to Dongchang to find out, I will trust me more. a bit."
After all, the East Factory is also full of eunuchs. This kind of person looks arrogant, but in fact is very sensitive and inferior, it is most suitable for them to play this kind of play.
Jin Bao was dumbfounded. He looked at Xue Yan's calm and cold eyes, and suddenly felt a little silly for his grateful expression.
On the contrary, Xue Yan smiled lightly: "Otherwise, do you think that I really want to save you? There are many people in Wenhua Hall, and Xue Yunsu has only that little strength. Even if I don't care, there will be someone to take care of you before you drown. you."
After speaking, he returned his gaze to the book and summed it up lightly: "Idiot."
Jinbao: "… ."
Sure enough, this is the true appearance of his master.
Perhaps today, the gate of hell has been closed for a while, and Jinbao has become more courageous. Hearing Xue Yan's words, his brain became hot, and he retorted in a low voice: "Today, His Royal Highness also thinks that you are trying to save the slaves, and it is not the slaves who think so."
Xue Yan twisted the book's fingers for a while.
Jinbao was afraid after speaking, and looked up nervously, and saw Xue Yan staring at the book in silence, as if recalling something. The lights jumped in his eyes, and the look in his eyes was complicated, Jinbao couldn't understand it, but the corners of his lips seemed to raise an inaudible arc.
Unlike his usual ridicule, ridicule, sneer, and smirk, his smile was warm, which made Jinbao feel a little terrified.
I'm afraid it's not a hallucination, right
But after a moment, his expression was put away, and it was even half a point colder than before.
He turned his head to the side, and his amber eyes gave Jinbao a cool look.
"So, don't talk too much in front of him."
The voice was very soft, but Jin Bao's back was numb with fright.
That's right, this is the man-eating evil he knew.
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After this day, it was as if that incident had never happened. Xue Yan was still alone. When he was studying and practicing martial arts, he and Jun Huailang were still like strangers.
This made Jun Huailang a lot more at ease. After all, he helped Xue Yan that day, which was against his original intention, and he didn't want to repeat the old things and embarrass himself.
But Jun Huailang's nightmare has not been getting better, on the contrary, it has a tendency to intensify.
In the afternoon, Jun Huailang, together with several princes, practiced martial arts at the school ground behind the Wenhua Palace.
Since that day, he was deflated in front of Xue Yunhuan, and Xue Yunsu has never found fault with Xue Yan again, just pretending that he does not exist. At the same time, he didn't talk to Xue Yunhuan, and only interacted with the rest of his small circle.
This made Xue Yunhuan quiet, and wished he would never say a word to himself again in his life.
Xue Yunhuan was in a good mood, so he would drag Jun Huailang to speak every day. His temperament was detached and his nerves were rough. He didn't notice that Jun Huailang was not in good spirits.
This afternoon, the masters who practiced martial arts of the Pope's sons found a team of guards and asked them to practice the fighting skills they had recently learned.
Dayong emphasizes literature over martial arts, and it is rare for princes to lead troops to fight in person. Therefore, the fighting methods practiced by princes are usually self-defense, just in case of unexpected events. Jun Huailang was born in Chang'an since childhood, and seldom practiced martial arts. Until his death in a previous life, he only knew a little bit of boxing and kung fu for self-defense.
During these days, he was out of spirits, a little in a trance, and he didn't have much energy. The guards who practiced with him just used a few ordinary moves and easily took him to the ground.
It didn't hurt to fall, but Jun Huailang was a little dizzy. After such a fall, there were flowers in front of him, and he didn't get up for a moment while holding his forehead.
Xue Yunhuan was beside him and saw the situation in Jun Huailang at a glance. When he first saw Jun Huailang fall, he didn't notice anything unusual, and he signaled the guards in front of him to stop for a while, smiled and said to Jun Huailang, "Huailang, how can you be so weak, you need to work harder. Exercise!"
But then, he realized that something was wrong with Jun Huailang.
"What's wrong?" Xue Yunhuan hurriedly stepped forward.
Beside him, Jun Huailang's sparring bodyguard also panicked. Seeing that this prince didn't seem to have studied martial arts, he didn't use 20% of his strength at all, and his moves were quite satisfactory. Who knew that this prince was so weak that he was brought to the ground by one move
Jun Huailang reluctantly smiled at Xue Yunhuan and let him help him up.
"It doesn't matter," he said. "I just read an interesting book last night, I slept a little late, and I felt a little dizzy this morning."
Xue Yunhuan did not suspect him, but instead said: "Really? Then you can lend me that book when you go back, and I will take a look."
Jun Huailang agreed with a smile.
At this moment, Xue Yunhuan let out a suspicious sigh and looked in one direction.
"That guard is not quite right." Xue Yunhuan said.
Jun Huailang followed and looked, but did not expect that the person Xue Yunhuan was looking at was actually Xue Yan.
He was in the corner of the school grounds, not conspicuous, and no one around him noticed the situation on his side. He was fighting with the sparring guards, Jun Huailang couldn't see any way, only seeing Xue Yange blocking, but still forced to step back.
"The moves he used were clearly not taught by the master these days." Xue Yunhuan said. "It's a deadly move! It's amazing that Xue Yan can dodge!"
Hearing this, Jun Huailang unconsciously twitched his brows.
As Xue Yunhuan said, the guards were all thunderous with every move, and they shot so fast that it made people dazzled from a distance. But fortunately, Xue Yan dealt with it with ease, even if he didn't make a move, he was not hurt in the slightest by the other party.
Jun Huailang smiled and said, "After all, he has been in Yan County for so many years, and he has also been on the battlefield."
When Xue Yunhuan heard the words, he retorted: "Hey, what he learned at the frontier was obviously a little bit of kung fu."
Having said that, his eyes were still staring at Xue Yan, and the twinkling in his eyes was clearly worship and yearning.
Jun Huailang couldn't help but smile and didn't answer him.
Then, he suddenly discovered that the direction that Xue Yan retreated was clearly the direction of the weapon rack. The space was limited, so he focused on coping with the attack of the guards in front of him, and according to the requirements of today's practice, he never fought back, so he didn't notice that he was getting closer and closer to the weapon rack.
Jun Huailang frowned and grabbed Xue Yunhuan: "I'm afraid something will happen."
Xue Yunhuan was looking at Xue Yan's movement, he was stunned when he heard the words, but he didn't react at all: "Ah?"
Xue Yan was already very close to the weapon rack. Jun Huailang didn't have time to talk to him, so he simply dragged him and walked straight to Xue Yan's side.
As he walked, he also raised his voice and shouted: "Stop! Why don't you know what to do! You have reached the edge of the school field, so don't stop!"
Hearing this, the guards, companions, and princes in the field all stopped and looked here curiously. But only the guard in front of Xue Yan heard the words, and his moves suddenly became a little sharper, and they went straight to Xue Yan's face.
Xue Yan has reached the point where there is no turning back. He flicked sideways and blocked the opponent's attack with his backhand, but suddenly his shoulders slammed into the weapon rack, making a clanging sound.
Suddenly, he groaned, his lips turned pale.
Jun Huailang knew that his serious injury was not healed, so he stepped forward quickly. He raised his hand to help him, but Xue Yan neatly avoided it.
"No," he said. "It's all right."
His voice was cold, his expression was also very light, and he didn't even look at Jun Huailang. Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, and saw that he moved his shoulders slightly and stood aside.
There was no Jun Huailang in those amber eyes from beginning to end.
Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, but inexplicably felt a little stuck in his heart.
But then, he found himself a little ridiculous. This person is cold-hearted, and he can't understand it any more. What's more, there was a deep blood feud in the previous life, and it was good to protect his family not to enmity with him, why should he help, and wait for the other party to respond.
He clearly doesn't need it either.
At this moment, Xue Yunhuan stepped forward. When he saw this scene, he stepped forward and gave Xue Yan a heavy hand on the shoulder, and said, "Boy, what's your attitude?"
Before he could speak any further, Jun Huailang raised his hand and pressed him on the shoulder: "I'm nosy and I'm leaving."
After he finished speaking, he pulled Xue Yunhuan and turned away.
It was originally a wolf, but I was afraid that he would hold grudges, so after giving out a few times to help, I forgot about this beast, and I was born unable to remember kindness.
Jun Huailang thought so in his heart, but it was inevitable that he felt a little sour.
Xue Yan's side made some small mistakes, and the teacher was afraid of the accident, so the Pope and the companions took a break and led the guards to lecture. Xue Yunhuan and Jun Huailang sat down on the Taishi chair beside the school grounds, and was about to drink tea when a group of palace maids came bustlingly in the distance.
Jun Huailang took a closer look and saw that it was his sister Jun Linghuan who was walking in front.
The maids in the back were mighty, holding lychees in their hands. This lychee was kept by Concubine Shu in the ice mirror in the palace, and it was still fresh. The ice in the palace is often used in summer, and the only people who can use ice to store fruit in the autumn and winter are the favored concubine Shu.
Jun Ling jumped up and down in front of the two of them, bowed with Xue Yunhuan, and plunged into Jun Huailang's arms. The maid next to her was orderly and put hot tea and lychees on the table for the two of them.
"Brother, my aunt said that my brother was working hard in martial arts, so I asked Ling Huan to bring fruit to my brother and the sixth prince!"
Xue Yunhuan's eyes straightened when he saw the fresh lychees. He stretched his hand into Jun Huailang's arms, rubbed Jun Linghuan's hair a few times, and said with a smile, "Thank you, sister Linghuan! I think this lychee has been around for a long time, you are giving me charcoal in the snow!"
Jun Linghuan was so rubbed that he hid in Jun Huailang's arms.
When Xue Yunhuan stopped making trouble, Jun Linghuan said to Jun Huailang again: "Brother, my aunt said that this lychee is precious, so I can only give it to my brother and the sixth prince."
Just listening to Jun Linghuan's retelling, Jun Huailang could think of Concubine Shu's delicate and stingy appearance, and couldn't help but laugh.
Then, Jun Linghuan changed the subject and asked, "That brother, the brother who moved to our palace a few days ago, is it Linghuan's brother?"