When Jun Huailang came out of Concubine Shu's room, he happened to see Jin Bao walking towards the west hall with a large box of things in his arms.
Seeing Jun Huailang, Jinbao hurriedly trotted all the way over, saluted him with a smile, and said a series of auspicious words.
He has lived in Mingluan Palace for a long time now. Although the eunuchs and palace maids around him still avoid Xue Yan, they are all friendly. Jinbao was always clever, but now he is like a fish in water, and the only thing he is afraid of is Xue Yan himself.
But just that one... Who isn't afraid? That is, the immortal-like prince is no longer afraid.
Jun Huailang listened to Jinbao's series of auspicious words, and could not help but frown, and said with a smile: "Where did you get so many things?"
Jinbao hurriedly replied, "It was given by Aunt Dian Cui! Aunt Dian Cui came here specifically to see what is still missing in His Highness's room. In such a situation as His Highness... How dare a slave to work Auntie! But Auntie insisted on coming. Look, the servant stopped a few times, and then my aunt gave up and let the servant go to the storeroom to pick it up. But my aunt said that the Chinese New Year is almost here, so I still need to see if there is anything missing in His Highness's small storeroom, so as to save the year. , again in a hurry..."
When Jun Huailang heard the words, his heart sank.
Sure enough, Dian Cui must have made some moves again.
Even if she was the most trusted maid by Concubine Shu's side, it was beyond the norm to use Concubine Shu's private treasury to buy things for the prince.
What's more, Dian Cui didn't like Xue Yan so much, and avoided him like a snake, how could she take the initiative to go to Xue Yan's territory and ask for it again and again
In her request, there must be some action.
Jun Huailang pondered for a moment, and had some scruples in his heart.
Although the people in Concubine Shu's palace may not necessarily have some Cui's minions, but they all obey Dian Cui, and it is not impossible to curry favor with her. These people didn't dare to believe it, but Jinbao came with Xue Yan and had nothing to do with Dian Cui.
"Your master has always been good to you?" Jun Huailang asked.
Jinbao felt bitter in his heart. It doesn't matter whether it's good or not, the point is that the slave's low life, and even the lives of the whole family, are all in the hands of this master.
He hurriedly smiled and said, "His Royal Highness is naturally good to the servants, the world can learn from it!"
Jun Huailang smiled and said, "You've always been smart, I know it. Now someone wants to harm your master, and there is a small matter that needs to be done by you."
When Jinbao heard the words, his heart was even more bitter.
Why do these little masters, one or two, feel that they can do things
It's not enough to have one come to work for him, and now, there is a second one. Before following Xue Yan, everyone knew that Jinbao was a waste of life and fear of death. Why was he forced to take up the responsibility now
However, this second person is different from the former one. The former one is a ruthless man who will kill his whole family, but the prince in front of him is gentle and kind, and his speech is in a negotiated tone. How could he refuse
This thing has to be done, and it has to be done at the risk of death.
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After crossing the emperor's thousand-year-old day, it was November. The days in Chang'an are at their coldest, the nights are getting longer day by day, and the winter solstice is getting closer.
Jun Linghuan is in the palace every day, led by palace maids and maids, and has nothing to do. He has already started to learn embroidery. Jun Linghuan was quite interested in this activity, and after a while, he made some purses.
- It's just that the quality is not satisfactory, the stitches are crooked, and you can't see what the embroidery is.
Jun Ling's happiness is never tired, and Jun Huailang will never disappoint her. On the day of Xiu Mu, he called Xue Yan and Xue Yunhuan to Jun Linghuan's room and asked Jun Linghuan to give them the purse he made.
When Xue Yunhuan first got the purse, he was still very interested. He looked upside down and reached out to rub Jun Linghuan's head: "Sister Linghuan, this big worm is beautifully embroidered and vivid."
Jun Linghuan clapped his hand unhappily: "What a big bug, that's a raccoon slave!"
Xue Yunhuan looked suddenly realized: "Oh, it's a cat? I really didn't see it with such a vicious face!"
Jun Linghuan was so angry that he wanted to pounce on him again.
"It's your sixth prince brother's bad eyesight." Jun Huailang coaxed her with a smile. "Where does it look like a big worm? He has never seen a big worm."
Jun Linghuan believed her brother's words firmly, and held a bunch of purses that he had picked out in front of Jun Huailang for him to choose.
Jun Huailang picked up the top one. The purse had rough stitches, and a colorful duck was crookedly embroidered on it.
"What is this?" Jun Huailang asked.
"It's a mandarin duck!" Jun Linghuan said proudly with his head held high.
Beside him, Xue Yunhuan laughed again.
Jun Huailang, however, remained calm, smiling softly and softly, and said to her, "It really is a mandarin duck, and your embroidery looks so beautiful."
Then, he raised his head and glanced at Xue Yunhuan, forcing him to hold back all the words he was about to say.
Xue Yunhuan muttered in his heart. Since childhood, who dares to let himself be wronged? That is, this arrogant and arrogant son of the king's family, and that arrogant evil star.
He suffered the most grievances in this Mingluan Palace, but he liked to stay here the most. It was really strange.
There, Jun Linghuan held a small pile of purses in front of Xue Yan again.
Although this fifth prince's brother doesn't like to talk or laugh, he usually sits next to him, silent and majestic, which is very scary. But my brother said that the fifth prince's brother is a good person, and she trusts him the most, so she is not very afraid of him.
"Brother Fifth Prince, I'll give you one too!" Jun Linghuan said softly, looking like the most generous person in the world.
Xue Yan glanced down and saw that on the small hand, there were three or four purses in total, each of which was oddly shaped, and the patterns on the top were also messy. .
He glanced at it, and out of the corner of his light saw the mandarin duck purse that looked like a duck in Jun Huailang's hand.
I saw Jun Huailang lowered his eyes, untied the azure Su embroidered purse with Hetian Nuanyu on his body, poured out the incense pills, and put them all into the purse with rough stitches.
He handed the Su embroidered purse to Fuyi for safekeeping, and then tied the brightly colored crude purse around his waist by himself. The robe he wore today was light in color, except for a gorgeous red purse adorned on his body, which looked quite nondescript.
But his eyes, soft and indulgent, are clearly the coldest and most indifferent appearance, but they are so gentle that one can't wait to drown.
Next to him, Xue Yunhuan also pointed at Jun Huailang and laughed, saying that the duck was exquisite and unique, and the sachet hung on Jun Huailang's body was the finishing touch. But Jun Huailang was not annoyed, and scolded him a few times, but his expression was still soft, and he praised Jun Linghuan for doing a good job.
Xue Yan staggered his eyes, his chest was hot, and his heartbeat was inexplicably fast, which made him very restless. He wanted to raise his hand to press on his chest and forcibly hold down the inexplicably restless heart.
He raised his hand halfway before being stopped by reason. He paused for a while, then moved his subordinates in the direction, and landed on the purse in Jun Linghuan's hands. In a strange way, he also took out a purse that looked like a bird and should be a mandarin duck.
"This mandarin duck is beautifully embroidered." He wanted to cover it up and boasted.
Jun Linghuan laughed shyly.
"It's not a mandarin duck!" She smiled and said softly, rolling her eyes. "It's the little duck!"
Beside him, Xue Yunhuan laughed so hard that he could not wait to thump the soft couch through.
Xue Yan gave him a cool look, but said nothing.
Several people stayed at Jun Linghuan's place for a while, and when it was time for a quick lunch, they said goodbye and left.
When the two of them went out, Jun Huailang looked at the small pile of sachets left on the table, thoughtfully.
He thought again about the thing he ordered Jinbao that day.
Although according to his instructions, if Diancui wanted to do something with Xue Yan, he already had a surefire way to deal with it. However, if she could leave some clues behind, it would be more foolproof.
He remembered that after he came to the palace, Concubine Shu was afraid that he would be short of items, so she specially ordered the palace staff to send him a lot of items. Diancui was not there that day, and it was all arranged by Zheng Guangde. Zheng Guangde was extravagant and let people carry a lot of messy objects and stuff them all for him.
Each side hall has its own small warehouse. Jun Huailang went in and checked it out, and remembered that there was a rather unique object inside.
It is a few incense pills from the Western Regions. Although it smells faint and faint, it can be scented all over the body after wearing it for a few days. Even the objects that have been touched can last for half a month.
This incense pill is perfect for the empress in the palace. The fragrance is lingering, and it can leave traces on the side of the saint's upper body, which makes people miss.
But Concubine Shu didn't like this kind of smell, so she sealed it in the warehouse and kept it for several years.
Jun Huailang pondered for a moment and looked at Jun Linghuan.
Jun Linghuan was still sitting at the table, lovingly picking up his purses one by one, the more he watched, the more fulfilled he felt. But after watching for a while, she thought of something, sighed, and lay down on a pile of purses.
"Brother," she said. "What a pity, how can you wear so many purses?"
When Jun Huailang heard the words, the scruples in his heart became clearer. He cleared his mind, smiled, and said, "Why can't I wear it?"
Jun Linghuan emphasized: "There are so many good things here!" As she spoke, she gestured a few times with her hands.
Jun Huailang smiled softly: "But, there are still many brothers and sisters in the palace? The winter solstice is coming soon, so Ling Huan will give gifts made by himself to the brothers and sisters, okay?"
Jun Linghuan's eyes lit up immediately.
"Okay!" She jumped out of her chair, eager to find her sewing basket again. "Mingluan Palace has many beautiful sisters, Ling Huan wants to do more!"
Jun Huailang smiled and shook his head, his eyes fell on the direction of the main hall outside the window.
Over there, Xue Yan returned to the west side hall and looked at the purse for a long time.
When Jinbao came over to pour him tea, he glanced carefully, and was instantly irritated by the mess of stitches on the top.
This... what is this! Good satin wasted in vain!
Seeing that Xue Yan didn't notice his gaze, he hurriedly finished pouring the tea, and turned around to leave.
But before taking two steps, Xue Yan spoke up.
"Come here." He ordered lightly without lifting his eyes.
Jinbao turned around as if he was caught by the reins, and leaned over to him with a flattering smile: "What's your Highness?"
Xue Yan spread the purse on the table and asked, "What is embroidered on it?"
… This is difficult to find treasure.
He looked at it for a long time with a bitter face, and said tentatively, "Is it a... duck?"
However, seeing Xue Yan's serious expression, he raised his eyes and gave him a warning look, and said coldly, "Remember, it's a mandarin duck."