I Became the Older Brother of the Heroine in an Abusive Novel

This genius doctor is quite strange, neither telling them their names nor asking for money.

He only took back his pigeons, begged two more jars of aged daughter Hong, held an umbrella in one hand, a wine in the other, and carried pigeons on his shoulders, and left alone.

Jin Bao didn't even agree to Jin Yiwei's request to send him off.

"When I say seclusion, I mean seclusion," he said. "This time, I've made you a fool. All of you are lucky. If you go back to the old man and move, can you really be sent to the land?"

After he finished speaking, he took the wine and left.

After sending him away, Jun Huailang rushed to the bedside immediately.

Xue Yan's injury was on his back, and he was lying on the bed quietly at this time.

He didn't have a shirt on, the quilt only covered his waist. The gauze was wrapped from under his arm to his waist and abdomen. It was white and clean, and it outlined his tight muscles. From a distance, it seemed that he was not injured at all.

Jun Huailang slowly sat down beside the bed.

Xue Yan's strong arms were directly exposed. Jun Huailang watched him quietly for a moment, and then, in a ghostly way, held Xue Yan's wrist.

The gentle pulse, one by one, passed through the skin and flesh, and was transmitted to Jun Huailang's fingertips.

He held Xue Yan's wrist and held it for a long time before he seemed to have finally recovered, and finally had an expression on his face.

His eyes quickly flushed red, and then tears welled up, blurring his vision.

Jun Huailang hurriedly raised his hand and wiped away the tears that hadn't shed.

It was only at this point that he gradually had a sense of being alive.

The gentle and powerful pulse finally pulled him out of the ice cave where he fell.

Xue Yan is fine, he will not die.

This cognition made Jun Huailang's nerves numb for a long time, and finally realized consciousness.

He sat there and looked at Xue Yan for a moment.

And he held the hand of Xue Yan's wrist, and unknowingly, grasped the other's palm.

Rough and warm, not as cold as before.

Just then, Jinbao knocked on the door.

"Your Highness," he said. "The Duke of Yongning and the prefect are here."

Jun Huailang suddenly regained his senses and let go of Xue Yan's hand.

Jinbao pushed open the door.

Outside were his father, Shen Zhifu, and a group of local officials in Yangzhou. There was a young man standing beside him, it was Shen Liufeng.

Those officials didn't dare to come in to disturb them, they just stood at the door. Jinbao turned sideways, and only Duke Yongning and Shen Zhifu walked in.

Behind him was the limping Shen Liufeng.

"It really caused a lot of trouble for the prince and the prince!" As soon as he came in, Shen Zhifu said bitterly. Even if he is as slick and sophisticated as he is, he can't say anything at the moment, he just pulls over Shen Liufeng and says. "Xiaguan deliberately brought my incompetent nephew here to take the blame!"

If something really happened today, no matter whether it was Xue Yan or Jun Huailang, he couldn't afford it.

Especially Xue Yan.

Not to mention what a terrifying accident happened, if Xue Yan didn't come back this time, even if he broke a finger, he would be to blame.

This is the prince who is the most favored and valued by the saint today.

Jun Huailang finally regained some normalcy now, but his eyes were still red.

"It's okay, this is not what Liu Feng expected." He forced a smile, and then his eyes fell on Shen Liufeng.

"Liufeng is..." He looked at Shen Liufeng's legs.

Shen Liufeng looked ashamed: "It's not a big deal, it's just when I went to the magic doctor... The mountain road was slippery, and I fell off my horse. The magic doctor has seen it just now, he said it's no big deal, just let me not run around like this, Just stay at home for a few more days.”

Jun Huailang nodded.

"Is your lord okay?" Duke Yongning asked.

Jun Huailang said, "The genius doctor said that there is nothing serious, just wait for the prince to wake up."

Yong Ning Gong nodded.

He had never spoken much, but at this time he instructed Jun Huailang: "This time, the prince has given you the gift of saving your life, so you must keep it firmly in mind."

Jun Huailang nodded.

"The genius doctor said, when will the lord wake up?" Shen Zhifu hurriedly asked.

Jun Huailang shook his head: "I don't know yet. Don't worry, my lord, I'll be watching the prince here and waiting for him to wake up."

Duke Yongning nodded approvingly.

Jun Huailang could see the meaning in his expression, what he meant was that if he did the right thing, he should repay his kindness like this.

Jun Huailang lowered his eyes.

He couldn't say it, his thoughts at this time had nothing to do with repaying his gratitude.

He just wanted to guard each other, wanted to watch him wake up, that's all.

—

Candles were lit in the room.

Because Xue Yan needed to rest, the officials did not stay for too long, so they left and returned to the yamen.

For a while, only Jun Huailang and a few servants were left in the room.

Jinbao couldn't get his hands on it at the moment, so he left two more people to serve. He directed the group of people to serve tea to Jun Huailang, and then went to arrange meals.

It was already midnight, and Jun Huailang went out early in the morning without eating anything.

But when the food was brought up, he knew that he had taken a few mouthfuls, so he asked people to withdraw again.

Jinbao could vaguely sense that if the master didn't wake up for a few days, His Royal Highness estimated that he wouldn't be able to eat for a few days.

So he didn't persuade him much, and when it was night, he filled him with tea and lights, and led a few servants back out.

When he was about to close the door, Jinbao took a look inside.

Wait a minute, Jun Huailang sat quietly beside the bed, his black hair was loose, his body was like a jade tree, and the silhouette alone was as pleasing to the eye as a painting.

Several people stood not far away.

The little servant who had been serving for a day by his side boldly asked Jin Bao, "Father Jin, what were you laughing at just now?"

Jinbao squinted: "When did I smile?"

Another servant followed: "Just now, when you closed the door."

Jinbao paused and gave them a sidelong glance: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

These guys are very stupid, they don't even know when to add tea, and they still try to understand the doorway

His master was rushing all the way from Chang'an to Jinling, and then to Yangzhou. Isn't it all for that one person

Just like that, I didn't even dare to touch a finger to the master, and I was full of love in my stomach. The whole world, even the emperor, how could there be such a treatment

But that master is a god in the sky.

Seeing that he is good to his master, but he is equally good to everyone, and everyone has a compassionate heart.

He is always standing in the sky, looking down at the people below.

For ordinary people like Jin Baolai, this person is naturally one of the best and the best, but it is different for his master.

He has to like people, like someone who stands on a high place and is out of reach.

How can mortals dare to like gods

Therefore, Jinbao sometimes feels pity for his daring master.

But today is different.

Although his master was terribly injured and walked into the gate of hell, Jinbao saw that the immortal immortal was pulled down from the altar by his master.

There was no longer a veil of compassion in his eyes.

He began to cry for mortals.

—

Jun Huailang sat beside the bed.

Jinbao was afraid that he would be bored, so he kept a few books by his hand.

But he couldn't read a word. He didn't move the book when he put it there, the tea in hand was cold and continued, and he didn't even touch his lips.

He sat quietly beside Xue Yan's bed.

The time was so slow, but Jun Huailang didn't notice it at all. He only looked at the side face of the knife and axe, and was silently fascinated.

The wick was burning slowly, and before you knew it, a long line of ash was left in the lamp.

At this moment, Jun Huailang heard a slight noise on the bed.

He hurriedly looked, and saw Xue Yan on the bed frowning and groaning uncomfortably.

Immediately afterwards, he was about to turn over.

Jun Huailang quickly raised his hand and pressed his exposed shoulder.

The palm is a vigorous and firm muscle.

"Your Highness, don't turn over!" he said hastily.

He hadn't drank water for a long time, and his voice was so hoarse that even Jun Huailang didn't notice it.

Seeing that Xue Yan, who was about to turn over, was pushed back by him, he frowned and opened his eyes.

"What do you call me again?" He said in a low voice, a little out of breath.

Jun Huailang's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Xue Yan, you're finally awake!" He said, and he was about to pick up the teacup in his hand.

"How is it, does it hurt so bad?" Jun Huailang was about to bring him some water, only to realize later that his tea was already cold.

He still remembered Jinbao's previous entrustment, so he stood up: "I'll go to Jinbao to get you the medicine on the stove."

The genius doctor had said before that when Xue Yan woke up, he would take medicine according to the prescription, three times a day, all of which were indispensable.

He turned around and took two steps when he heard Xue Yan on the couch say, "Come back."

Jun Huailang stopped and turned around.

Seeing Xue Yan slightly prop up his upper body, he raised his head to look at him.

He was born good-looking, with the depth and delicacy unique to people from the Western Regions. At this time, his black hair was loose, and his face was a little pale due to the injury, and his expression was also lazy. Those amber eyes gleamed under the lamp, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.

With his movements, the muscles of his shoulders and arms became more and more distinct, with smooth strength, like a lazy cheetah.

"Come here," he said.

Jun Huailang walked back to the bed as if he had been bewitched by something.

Then, Xue Yan raised his hand, grabbed his wrist, dragged him, made him crouch down, and looked at him.

"Let me see, are you injured?" Xue Yan said.

Jun Huailang shook his head.

Xue Yan looked at him up and down with a smile on his face.

"That's good." With a smile on his face, his voice was hoarse and lazy, with an inherent sensuality.

Jun Huailang's ears were a little hot for no reason.

"What time is it?" Xue Yan asked again.

Jun Huailang said, "There is still an hour before the sun rises."

Xue Yan hummed: "Have you eaten yet?"

Jun Huailang nodded again.

Xue Yan looked up at him. Because he was lying on the bed and his eyes were lowered, when he raised his eyes, his eyebrows were raised together.

The brows that were sharp as a sword were actually dyed a bit hazy under the dim yellow light at this time.

His eyes fell on Jun Huailang's chapped lips.

"Lying," he said. "As for the treasurer, let him prepare meals, and I'll watch you eat."

Jun Huailang lowered his eyes in shame.

"…I didn't feel hungry either."

Xue Yan said: "Then I'm hungry, you can eat with me."

Jun Huailang hummed and was about to get up.

At this moment, Xue Yan raised his hand, pressed the back of his neck, and pressed him back again.

His movements were a little awkward, and it was as if he had half wrapped Jun Huailang into his arms.

"... so what?" Jun Huailang was a little stiff.

Seeing Xue Yan staring at him and laughing, his eyes sparkled with a smile, and an inconspicuous pear vortex appeared on his lips.

"When did you put it on?"

His hand moved down and gently picked up the wolf tooth that Jun Huailang forgot to put away and was hanging on the front of his shirt.

"pretty."

Xue Yan's voice was hoarse and full of laughter.