The autumn wind with the broken rain blew the window, rolled up a few yellowish bamboo leaves, and fell on the pineapple wood desk.
The fine cold rain fell on Jun Huailang's face, and he faintly woke up.
In front of him is the place he is most familiar with for more than 20 years. The carved wooden window in front of him is open, facing the lotus pond in his courtyard. Dozens of bamboos stand beside the window, which are thick enough to form a landscape of their own.
He was sitting at his desk, dozing on his arms. There are many scrolls on the table, and in front of him is a book of "Shangshu". The Ru kiln brush wash at the corner of the table was bought by his father in Huzhou a few years ago. A guqin stands beside the table, which he used to use since childhood, a jade chessboard is supported on the couch under the window, and there are also chess games that he has not solved.
It was the study he had used for more than 20 years. It was familiar and peaceful, but it had an unreal feeling.
Jun Huailang froze in place for a while, the room was silent, only the rustling of the rain hitting the lotus outside.
yourself... isn't it dead
Parents died, the second brother died in the city, the king's family was destroyed, the cold rain and slaughter of Xuanwumen, the humiliation of the younger sister...
In this silence, it was as if nothing had happened.
He couldn't help but look down at his hand.
It was a pair of slender but immature hands, with white skin and weak bones, which looked no more than ten years old.
In his hand, he held a crumpled piece of paper.
Jun Huailang's pupils shrank suddenly, and hurriedly unfolded the piece of paper.
It was a corner of the page, and the characters on it were very strange. They were clearly Chinese characters, but they lacked many strokes. The piece of paper was obviously grabbed unconsciously and vigorously, with wet and cold rain.
It reads: Xue Yan's lips curled into a cold arc, and she reached out and pinched her chin...
Jun Huailang's eyes narrowed.
Not a dream.
The things he remembered were all real. I just don't know if he is in the underworld now, or...
Just then, someone pushed the door and walked in.
Jun Huailang moved his fingers and hid the piece of paper in his palm again. He looked up and saw a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy wearing a bunt, walking in with a smile.
"Master, I'll bring you the Huimo you asked for!" he said.
"... Fuyi?" Jun Huailang was taken aback.
Fuyi was his book boy, only one year younger than him, and he grew up with him since childhood. On the day Yongning Hou's mansion was raided and Jun Huailang was taken away, in order to protect Jun Huailang, he had Jin Yiwei hacked to death in the mansion.
Why is Fuyi still alive now, and still looks like a young boy
Fuyi didn't see the shock and doubt in his eyes at all, she took the piece of Hui ink to the table and skillfully polished it for him.
"The ink in the courtyard ran out, so the servant went to the master's study to fetch it for you. It's not quite the same as what you use in your daily life, and I don't know if you're used to it..."
A light flashed in Jun Huailang's mind.
When he finished reading the book, several immortals came from the void and took him away from there. Listening to the immortal's words, I must have gone to a place where I shouldn't be by chance.
Before his consciousness disappeared, he vaguely heard one of the immortals say that the soul was recruited in the wrong place.
Could it be that... I had already reached the end of my lifespan and was going to be reincarnated in the underworld, but was mistakenly sent back to a few years ago
Jun Huailang looked at his hand holding the broken page, and became more and more certain of his guess.
So, nothing has happened yet. I am still young, my parents are alive, and my sister is not...
Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold.
Xue Yan.
That beast was just a little beast at this time.
Fortunately, several immortals favored him and gave him a chance to settle the old accounts and enemies.
Thinking of this, Jun Huailang tightened his fingers and clenched the page tightly.
Fuyi by the table was still unaware. He talks a lot, grinds and grinds, and his mouth doesn't stop.
"Just now, this servant met Celadon in the lady's room! Celadon said that the bird raised by the lady was killed by a wild cat, and she cried for a long time! Celadon is still worried, and will go to the palace for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the evening. If the lady has swollen eyes, But how is it good…”
bird.
Jun Huailang paused for a while, and matched the time of his previous life.
In the previous life, Jun Linghuan raised a little yellow bird for more than a year, and it was very precious. In this year, the bird was bitten to death by a wild cat, and Jun Linghuan was so heartbroken that he even coaxed him for a long time.
Since then, Jun Linghuan has never kept birds again.
If I remember correctly, this year is the eighteenth year of Qingping, and I am exactly sixteen years old. Today in his previous life, he fell asleep in front of the window, blowing cold wind, developed a high fever, and did not go to this palace banquet.
Jun Huailang's eyes darkened.
He remembered that in that book, Xue Yan once sent a bird to Jun Linghuan. The bird was locked in a gold cage studded with jewels, with a gold chain in its claws. Jun Linghuan refused in every possible way, which annoyed Xue Yan. The beast's perverted hobby came from nowhere, but he hit a pair of identical chains and forcibly locked it on Jun Linghuan's ankle.
Thinking of this, Jun Huailang's teeth started to itch.
Jun Linghuan had never entered the palace very much, and Jun Huailang had no idea when she had a grudge against that beast. In this life, he must take good care of his sister, and he will never make another mistake.
Thinking of this, Jun Huailang put away the scrap of paper, raised his eyes and instructed Fuyi, "No need to grind. How long will it be before entering the palace? Pack up first, and I'll go see Ling Huan."
Fuyi responded and hurriedly went to make arrangements for the maid to prepare.
Jun Huailang sat alone at the desk, gradually digesting the current facts and clearing his thoughts.
The Jun family is a century-old clan, the son of the emperor is the number one family in front of him, and the number of large and small banquets that he attends in the palace in a year cannot be counted. Therefore, the servant girl in Jun Huailang's courtyard was very skilled, and it didn't take long for him to prepare the clothes he was going to wear when he entered the palace.
It was a cold early autumn in Chang'an. Under the service of the two maids, Jun Huailang changed into a robe of water cyan and dark patterned Shu brocade, added a dark cyan cloak, and tied a cape.
He stood in the bronze mirror and glanced in. The young man in the mirror had black hair, he was still thin, and he hadn't even started to draw. He looked a little unfamiliar.
Another sense of unreality came to Jun Huailang's heart, like Zhuang Sheng who couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.
The maid next to him also said with a smile: "The eldest young master looks handsome. Although the slaves see the eldest young master every day, they can't help but let the young master shake their minds!"
The surrounding maids and servants laughed softly.
She is not exaggerating. The eldest young master of the Jun family was born well, and Chang'an was famous. His face is like a crown of jade, his eyebrows are smooth and picturesque, and his pair of peach blossom eyes should appear romantic and affectionate, but because of his noble and elegant temperament, he is particularly cold, which makes his elegant bearing and delicate appearance indistinguishable.
At this time, he was reborn, the childishness in his eyes had long since disappeared, his eyes were calm and cold, and Zhuo Ran stood there, like an indestructible immortal.
Jun Huailang had long been accustomed to seeing his own appearance. He glanced at the bronze mirror and smiled indifferently.
"It's just a skin, it's just a foreign object."
What's more important is that the soul under the skin has walked again.
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Without much delay, Jun Huailang went to Jun Linghuan's courtyard. The yard is small and delicate, and there are many flower trees that bloom in all seasons. There are small bells hanging on the eaves of her main house, and when the wind blows, they ring softly.
Fuyi held an umbrella for Jun Huailang and followed Jun Huailang all the way into Jun Linghuan's house.
The maid who was guarding the door saw it, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Miss, the eldest young master is here!" The maid in the room saw it, and her face was full of joy, and invited Jun Huailang in.
Jun Huailang walked in and saw Jun Linghuan sitting in front of the dressing table, surrounded by a few maids.
A little girl carved in pink and jade, with red eyes, quietly endured sobbing, and was sad when she saw it. Although she has been favored by her family since she was a child, she is very obedient. Although she couldn't help crying at this time, she did not make trouble, and she obediently allowed the maid to comb her hair.
Hearing Jun Huailang coming, the little girl's eyes finally lit up, she raised her head, her eyes were red, and she looked at him like a deer.
"Big brother, are you here?" The soft and glutinous voice was still sobbing.
This is Jun Linghuan eight years ago.
With just one glance, Jun Huailang's heart melted.
Such a painful little girl, how could Xue Yan's beast be able to do it!
Over there, the maid who combed Jun Linghuan's hair straightened the hairpin for her, stopped, and said with a smile, "The eldest young master is finally here. When the young lady cries, we can't do anything about it. We have to count on you."
Seeing that he had combed his hair, Jun Linghuan jumped off the chair and ran to Jun Huailang.
Jun Huailang bent down and hugged her.
very nice. he thought. Nothing has happened yet, and his sister has not yet been poisoned by the beast.
Jun Linghuan put his arms around Jun Huailang's neck and whispered as if complaining, "Brother, my little bird was bitten to death by a cat."
Jun Huailang smoothed her back and coaxed softly, "Brother knows. Xiaoque'er flew back to the sky. When I look back, my brother will find another small animal for you and let it accompany you for Xiaoque'er, okay? "
His voice was clear and lingering like spring water in the mountains. It was good to hear, but at this time, the tone was softened, which made people want to indulge in it.
Jun Linghuan raised the back of his hand, wiped his eyes, and nodded obediently.
"To have a cat that won't kill it," she added.
Jun Huailang nodded with a smile, and asked her if she had eaten. After a while, the etiquette of the palace banquet was cumbersome, and she was afraid that she would be hungry for a while.
Jun Linghuan then went to eat obediently, and generously gave Jun Huailang the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that he was reluctant to eat at noon.
Jun Huailang looked at the little girl who looked at him expectantly, waiting for her to taste her favorite pastry, and felt a little nervous.
In her previous life... how could she have suffered such a crime.
Jun Linghuan was lying in front of him, watching him pinching the cake but not eating it, for a moment he even forgot his sadness.
"Brother, why don't you eat?" she asked.
Jun Huailang came back to his senses.
He paused, smiled reassuringly at Jun Linghuan, raised his hand and wiped the top of her soft hair, and in his clear voice, there was a firmness and seriousness that others could not detect.
"Brother will definitely protect you," he said.
Xue Yan's servant will never have the slightest chance to succeed.