Jun Huailang's eyes swept across the carriage, and immediately took it back.
"No need." He smiled lightly at Jinbao and said. "Fuyi drove a car today. I have an appointment with Young Master Shen in a while, so please go back first."
He was very confused at this time, and it was not suitable for him to be in the same room with Xue Yan.
Even just thinking about it, he felt that the incense of the Buddha on Xue Yan's body would disturb people's minds.
Jinbao showed an embarrassed look on his face: "This..."
If he takes the original words back to his master later, his master will probably make him splatter blood on the spot.
"What?" Jun Huailang looked at him.
Jinbao was clever, and suddenly put on a look like a mourning concubine.
"His Royal Highness does not know." He lowered his voice and said to Jun Huailang. "When the lord came back to Jinling, he had a lot of things to do. He didn't listen to the persuasion of the servants and went to the yamen early in the morning... The genius doctor said that if he sits and walks for a long time, his wounds will open. The servants just felt that the master There is blood on my shoulder, but I dare not ask..."
So, please be merciful and ask the prince.
He is reinforced and iron bones, and the wound on his back can be broken again, but if you ignore him all day, it is more uncomfortable than killing him.
When Jinbao said these words, he had ten percent confidence in his heart.
Who is a Bodhisattva? He is the kindest. The prince usually pretends to be in pain, and he is extremely nervous, but now he will say it again, and keep him in the car.
Sure enough, the Bodhisattva wrinkled his brows and felt distressed at first sight.
"His Royal Highness...?" Jinbao called him tentatively again.
But he saw Jun Huailang lowered his eyes, and when he looked at him for a moment, his dark eyes were silent.
"Then I will trouble my father-in-law to change the clothes for the lord for a while," he said. "If you see blood, you must ask the prince to change the medicine."
… what
Jinbao people are stupid.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he saw the Bodhisattva nodding at the silly boy of the Shen family next to him: "Let's go, Liu Feng."
Having said that, he smiled at Jinbao, turned around and left.
Jinbao froze in place.
gone... is this gone
It took him a long time to regain his senses, and he returned to the carriage in a dizzy manner as if stepping on a cloud.
As soon as the door curtain opened, a very low air pressure rushed towards him.
The icy silence is intertwined with the generous and gloomy sandalwood.
"Where's the person?" He heard the low voice of his master.
Jinbao said, "Let's go."
Air pressure is lower.
Xue Yan frowned: "He spent a whole day in the academy, where will he go now?"
How dare Jinbao say that. If he told his master at this moment that His Royal Highness had gone with the silly boy of the Shen family, his master must not kill him first and then kill Shen Liufeng
He glanced at Xue Yan carefully, and saw that Xue Yan's face was extremely ugly.
Xue Yan himself didn't know what was going on.
It was fine until last night. He cheated on him because of his injury, and Jun Huailang also condoned him. As a result, not long after he returned, Jun Huailang sent a message saying that he would not come again.
He also told himself not to find him.
Xue Yan was puzzled, and later thought that he might be pretending to be seriously injured, and Jun Huailang saw it.
Xue Yan couldn't think of any other reason, so he had no choice but to wait until the next day to see it.
Unexpectedly, Jun Huailang left early in the morning and did not let him see anyone all day.
At this moment, he finally caught it... In the end, he left
Xue Yan couldn't figure it out at all.
Just then, he felt Jin Bao looking at him furtively.
He raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he directly met Jinbao's gaze.
Seeing that Jinbao opened his mouth with promise, there were two points of reproach hidden in his eyes.
"Master..." he said. "Did you do something to offend His Royal Highness...?"
After all, how many people in the world can make His Highness be so cruel.
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Jun Huailang drank a lot today.
He's always been a good drinker, and it's hard to get drunk. But he was in a bad mood today, and after drinking boring wine, his state was much worse.
What's more... No matter how good the amount of alcohol is, he can't help drinking so fiercely.
Shen Liufeng was quite happy. Jun Huailang would always remind him when he was almost drinking on weekdays, but today he didn't say anything and just kept drinking with Shen Liufeng.
At night, when Jun Huailang was finally drunk, Shen Liufeng was almost drinking under the table.
Jun Huailang's eyes were stained with drunkenness, like a pearl covered with Zeng soft gauze, and a bit of consolation in the coldness.
He held the wine glass in one hand, looked at Shen Liufeng lying on the table, and smiled lazily.
"I'm not good at drinking, but I prefer to drink." He smiled and said to Shen Liufeng.
But then, his smile faded.
He looked at the white jade cup in his hand. The wine in the glass is clear and rippling under the light.
"I know I shouldn't, but I still want to like him." He muttered to himself. "Could it be that as long as you are human, you can't escape this madness?"
He was silent for a moment, smiled self-deprecatingly, and drained his glass of wine.
Although Jun Huailang was drunk, he did not appear drunk. After he finished drinking, he stood up steadily, instructed the servant of the Shen family to help Shen Liufeng onto the carriage, and went to settle the bill. Before returning to the mansion, he also sent Shen Liufeng back to the mansion.
Seeing that it was him, Shen Zhifu naturally didn't say much more, only that his nephew was greedy for wine, and he didn't know the importance.
Jun Huailang also smiled and greeted him for a while before getting into his carriage.
The carriage swayed and sent Jun Huailang back to the Governor's Mansion.
It was dark at night, and no one around noticed that he was drunk. Jun Huailang didn't need to be supported by others, and walked to his own courtyard.
The house was quiet. Roadside lights flickered, reflecting on the smooth bluestone floor.
There is no moon tonight, the stars are shining quietly in the sky, the waterscape on the side is sparkling, and the sound of insects can be heard in the grass and trees by the roadside.
At this moment, Jun Huailang saw a person standing not far away.
The man was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and long legs. From a distance, he looked like green pines and cypresses.
He stood quietly on the road, no one around.
Although Jun Huailang said that he was drunk, he could tell that the man was Xue Yan with just a silhouette.
Jun Huailang's footsteps slowly stopped.
The servant who followed him saw that he had stopped, and hurriedly asked, "Master, what's the matter?"
I saw the tall shadow in the distance turned around and strode towards them.
Jun Huailang involuntarily took a step back.
After a while, the man walked in front of the two of them. Before the servant could see the face of the man in front of him with the lantern, the man spoke first.
"Where?" he asked.
Jun Huailang was silent.
The little servant at the back was trembling: "Your Highness..."
"You go first." He heard the order of King Guangling in front of him.
The servant looked at Jun Huailang and saw him nodding lightly.
The servant hurriedly handed the lamp to Jun Huailang and trotted all the way back to his courtyard.
Jun Huailang raised his eyes to look at Xue Yan, and saw that Xue Yan lowered his head and looked at him fixedly.
"Where did you go?" Xue Yan asked again.
Then, he frowned.
"Drinking?" he asked.
Jun Huailang snorted, "I drank a little with Liufeng."
"One point?" Xue Yan questioned. "I can smell the wine from a distance, is this called drinking a little?"
Although Jun Huailang couldn't be blamed for this, after all, Xue Yan hated drinking and was especially sensitive to the taste.
But Jun Huailang did drink a lot.
Jun Huailang raised his eyes and looked at Xue Yan quietly.
The more he drank, the calmer his expression became.
He looked at Xue Yan steadily and thought to himself, why.
Why is he waiting for me here, what is he waiting for? And how much alcohol do I drink
He should be an ordinary friend who is at peace with himself. He can greet each other with a few words, and occasionally travel together, stop there, and save himself from being upset when he sees him, and pulling with his own morality and conscience.
Or, he shouldn't have repaid his efforts in the first place and treated himself so well.
Jun Huailang thought angrily, I don't lack anything, let alone people who treat me well. But he, Xue Yan, wanted to come forward and, without knowing how important, hooked him to like him.
I like it, but I can't afford it, so I let this person make trouble for me.
Xue Yan looked at him, frowning more and more deeply.
What do you have to drink with Shen Liufeng, just go and drink with that fool if you ignore yourself
Seeing Jun Huailang looking at him, his eyes were so cold that he was a little flustered, and Xue Yan couldn't stand it for a while.
The irritability and anger in his heart vanished, leaving only anxiety, and he reached out to grab Jun Huailang's wrist.
"How do you..."
But he saw Jun Huailang abruptly withdrew his hand, letting him grab an empty space.
"My lord cares what I do," he said. "I have my own way. Who to drink with is my own business, and has nothing to do with the prince."
His title changed from Xue Yan to Wang Ye, but Xue Yan was a little afraid to mention it for a while.
He stared blankly at Jun Huailang: "...What did you say?"
Jun Huailang's expression seemed particularly rational and calm, and what he said seemed particularly believable.
But only Jun Huailang knew that his brain was so drunk that he was talking to Xue Yan, but he said it to himself.
He is persuading himself.
"I said, it's my own business who I drink with, I don't bother the lord," he said. "My lord, although you are now recorded under your aunt's name, you are considered brothers to me, but even Xiaowu would not control me like this on weekdays."
As he said that, Jun Huailang took a step back, his voice was soft but strong: "So, Wangye, please keep some distance from me in the future."
...and saves me not being able to even think calmly when I see him. Jun Huailang said in his heart.
He just thought it was a day-to-day contemplation and self-examination, and after saying his words of exhortation, he walked sideways to pass Xue Yan and went back to his room.
But when passing by Xue Yan, he was grabbed by the arm.
"You said, do you think I am Jun Xiaowu?" Xue Yan's voice was cold, with no ups and downs, and could not hear his emotions.
Jun Huailang didn't notice that Xue Yan's face changed when he heard what he said just now, and his eyes were slightly red.
Like a beast driven to a dead end.
Jun Huailang shook his head to himself.
"It's not the same," he said. "The lord has saved my life, and I dare not forget it for a day. But in the end, there is a difference between the monarch and the minister. The lord is a royal person. As a minister, I can't tell the importance of it."
Jun Huailang could no longer tell who he was talking to.
He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on the lamp in his hand, and he muttered to himself.
"The kindness needs to be repaid, but in the future, it is better to slowly distance yourself."
With that said, he stepped forward to leave.
He thought to himself, even though his words were reasonable, but he still felt uncomfortable when he heard them.
He was already drunk and tired, and he didn't want to think about this kind of unpleasant thing now.
He wanted to go back to sleep.
However, before he could take that step, Xue Yan held his arm and pushed him back heavily.
Jun Huailang was caught off guard, took two steps back, and was about to stumble when Xue Yan pinched his shoulders.
"Get away slowly?" Under the dim light, he raised his head, and saw Xue Yan holding him, lowered his head, and stared at him fiercely. "No one else is treated like me, right?"
Jun Huailang opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.
He can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy now.
At this moment, Xue Yan said again.
"Since it is necessary to distinguish, it is better to distinguish a little." He gritted his teeth. "I'll tell you today the difference between Lao Tzu and them."
Jun Huailang slowed down for half a beat, looked at him a little dazedly, and asked in a daze, "What's the difference?"
Xue Yan stared at him.
He wanted to say that he liked him, he liked him a long time ago, but he didn't dare to say it, he only offered the moon on his day, and only dared to look up.
But now he looked at Jun Huailang's cold eyes, but he couldn't say anything.
He only always thought that Jun Huailang was the most soft-hearted person in the world, but now it seems that he is clearly not aware of people.
A few days ago, he was fine, but now he just asked a few questions, and he felt that he was restraining him, and said that he would alienate himself if he had finished paying off his kindness.
The man's heart was as hard as a stone.
Xue Yan's last sense of reason collapsed under Jun Huailang's gaze.
He thought to himself, what the moon, fuck it.
The next moment, he pulled Jun Huailang heavily in front of him.
Immediately after, a fierce and desperate kiss fell heavily on Jun Huailang's lips.
The night was like water, and the dim lantern quietly fell to the ground.
The mellow aroma of wine dissipated instantly in the rapid and heavy breathing.