Jun Huailang smiled and said half-jokingly, "Why don't you dare? Could it be that the soul of the goddess is so stingy that she doesn't even let anyone sit on the swing?"
Fuyi hurriedly followed him while reciting Amitabha Buddha, and said repeatedly, "I dare not say such a thing!"
Jun Huailang smiled with frowning eyes and walked straight forward.
After walking through a few palaces, there was a dazzling red maple in front of him. At this time, it was the most beautiful season for maple leaves. A red that was almost burned suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and Fuyi took a deep breath.
"It's so pretty!" he whispered.
Jun Huailang laughed: "Aren't you afraid of ghosts now?"
Fuyi smiled shyly and said, "Young master, don't make fun of the minions!" After saying that, the two walked into the maple forest.
At this moment, faint laughter and chatter came from the front.
Jun Huailang looked up and saw a few little palace maids joking together from a distance. The swing in the maple forest was right there.
It had been a thousand years in the autumn, and the paint on it was mottled. A little palace maid stood unscrupulously above, swaying back and forth slowly. A few palace maids were sitting in the maple forest, eating melon seeds, laughing and chatting.
Which palace maid can be so leisurely
Jun Huailang couldn't help but looked around, and saw that there was only the dilapidated palace where the dead person was in a radius of several meters.
Is this someone living or not holding back? Jun Huailang felt a little strange.
At this moment, a palace maid saw him and pushed the companion beside him. Several palace maids stood up quickly, seeing that he was well-dressed but with a raw face, several palace maids exchanged glances, then sparsely saluted him and said, "See Your Highness."
Jun Huailang just looked at the closed palace, and said casually, "I'm not the prince, I'm just..."
At this moment, there was a heavy muffled sound, mixed with the harsh sound of rusted hinges, and the mottled and heavy red lacquer door was pushed open from the inside.
Jun Huailang was stunned, and saw Xue Yan walking out of it alone.
Carrying a wooden barrel, he pushed open the door and walked to the well at the door. There was a eunuch sitting beside the well. Seeing this, he didn't have any intention of going up to help. Instead, he moved to the side, for fear of bumping into him.
Xue Yan didn't realize it, and walked slowly to the well, leaning over and hanging the barrel down. He bowed down, and Jun Huailang happened to see that the dark blood stains on his back had soaked through his robes.
In Jun Huailang's mind, the scene of that night in front of Yongle Hall suddenly appeared.
From that day to today, only a few days have passed. That court rod can break human bones, and even if Xue Yan was fortunate enough not to hurt his bones, he would definitely be severely injured.
The sound of the court stick hitting the flesh was still in Jun Huailang's ear.
Xue Yan skillfully filled the water and shook the bucket up. Under the wrap of the robe, the muscular lines of his shoulders and back are clearly visible.
But the robe immediately soaked new blood stains, smudged on the original dark color, and at first glance, the wound was cracked. The palace maids and eunuchs next to him didn't seem to see him, and they did what they had to do. Only the palace maids standing in the same place had their eyes on Jun Huailang.
No one cared how badly he was injured, and no one even regarded him as the master of the palace. Even if there is a stray dog with a broken leg in front of him, these people are not necessarily so indifferent.
Jun Huailang could see that every time he exerted force, the wound on his back would be affected, and more blood would seep out, causing his shoulders and back to tremble invisibly.
Suddenly, his hand slipped, and the bucket suddenly sank, making a sudden and harsh sound.
Jun Huailang was startled.
When he came back to his senses, he somehow walked in front of Xue Yan, and his men were pressing the wooden handle in Xue Yan's hand.
Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what he was doing.
… What am I doing!
No matter how difficult Xue Yan's situation is at this time, it's not for him, who had hatred with him in his previous life, to take care of it!
But as soon as he lowered his eyes, he could see Xue Yan's hand holding the handle. The veins on the back of the hand are looming, slender and powerful, but revealing an unnatural paleness.
Jun Huailang denounced his wife's kindness in his heart, reluctantly saying, this is only once, and next time he will never do the same impulsive thing.
"Get out of the way." He said coldly without raising his eyes.
Xue Yan did not expect that the young master who had not seen him for a long time would appear in such a remote place.
The young master seems to like wearing cyan very much. Today is a big cloak in crab shell green, the color is clean and light, especially for his delicate and indifferent face.
He turned his face stubbornly, his expression was cold, and his voice was fierce. He was here to help, but he had to show a reluctance.
Xue Yan really didn't expect him to mind his own business.
He needs to fetch water to clean the wound so it doesn't fester. This level of pain is nothing to him, far from the point where he can't move. There is no need to fake someone else's hand for this trivial matter, and he is used to doing it alone.
It was just a little more difficult, and the wound was torn open again, and it was a bit troublesome to go back and re-bandage.
Unexpectedly, this young master with glutinous rice filling moved his heart of compassion
Xue Yan felt that it was quite novel, and his eyes were full of interest, and he let go with a faint sound.
Immediately, the heavy bucket suddenly lost its strength and fell down. Jun Huailang had never drank water before, so he was caught off guard and could not hold it. The wooden handle in his hand was spun around many times. wrapped in the well.
Jun Huailang slipped, and even forgot to exclaim. He was suddenly plunged into the well by that force, it was a bottomless blackness, and the chill rushed up, wrapping him and dragging him down.
Suddenly, his arm was grasped by a slender and powerful hand, he lifted it up, and pulled it back steadily.
When he recovered, the fear of death gradually dissipated, and his numb body gradually regained consciousness. His arm was so painfully bound by that hand that his elbow seemed to hit the edge of the well, throbbing and throbbing.
Fuyi screamed and ran forward. Xue Yan easily pulled Jun Huailang back, took him away from the well, and released him.
"Young master, are you okay? Did you bump into something?" Fuyi hurriedly came forward to check. As soon as he reached out and touched Jun Huailang's arm, Jun Huailang let out a sigh and hid his arm straight back.
Fu Yi quickly lifted his sleeves.
A horrific bruise appeared on the thin white arm. As a result of rubbing heavily on the edge of the well, the skin was broken, and a trace of blood was seeping out.
Fu Yi exclaimed.
Xue Yan was beside him, raising his eyebrows indiscernibly.
This little young master's flesh is so tender, but when he touched it, there was such a big scar.
It was really raised in the splendid pile, and it was more delicate than the porcelain.
Immediately afterwards, he saw that the young master put down his sleeves in embarrassment and covered the wound.
Then, with a cold expression, he looked sideways at the eunuch beside him, and said coldly, "Are you blind? The palace gives you monthly money just to let you sit here and enjoy the shade?"
He was born with a noble and elegant bearing, but at this time he was angry, his appearance was noble and cold, and the eunuch shivered in fright, and hurriedly knelt in front of him to plead guilty.
Xue Yan, however, seemed to see a petrified little peacock finally regaining his senses, shaking his tail feathers, and raising his chin proudly by two points, showing his contemptuous expression again.
He has always believed that all living beings and all things are ugly, even if they are wrapped in human skin, they are full of ghosts and ghosts.
For the first time, I thought a person was quite interesting and pleasing to the eye, and even... two points of cuteness.
Just like when the little peacock was shaking its tail, the feathers swept over him neither lightly nor heavy, just swept in his heart, causing a slight itching lightly.
fleeting.
On the other side, Jun Huailang stood there with a cold and calm expression, but he was especially embarrassed in his heart.
Even if he helped the enemy in the previous life by himself, it was all his own impulse. But not only did he fail to help, but he almost caused a catastrophe, and even saved his life from the murdered enemy in his previous life.
It made him very embarrassed.
Jun Huailang reluctantly calmed down, watching the group of palace servants who had recovered and knelt on the ground one after another, kowtowing to him and begging for mercy, said coldly, "Even if I am not the prince, if something happens here today, you will be one too. I can't even run away. What's more, the Fifth Highness, even if he is not favored again, if an accident happens today, which of you will survive until tomorrow?"
What Jun Huailang said was true. Even if the emperor doesn't want to see Xue Yan again, he is a legitimate prince. If he is dead and disabled, even if the emperor does not want to pursue it, the government and the public will not agree with the historian watching.
It's just that Xue Yan's life is particularly hard, and he can't die no matter how hard he tries.
When the group of palace servants heard the words, they all trembled with fright. Jun Huailang looked at it and found it ridiculous, and continued: "The grievance between the emperor and the fifth highness is a matter of the royal family. What does it have to do with you
All the palace servants knelt on the ground, long ago lost the arrogance they had just now, and only kept kowtowing.
Jun Huailang had no intention of entanglement with them. Anyway, it won't be long before Xue Yan will move to Concubine Shu's palace, so he just needs to find out who did it.
He coldly asked one of the palace servants to quickly go to the imperial hospital to ask for an imperial doctor, and then ordered the palace servants to quickly fetch water and send it in, then turned around and prepared to leave.
But unexpectedly, it slammed into Xue Yan's eyes.
Amber pupils, distinctly pale in color, but bottomless.
Jun Huailang recalled the embarrassment that he had just been unable to help himself and almost fell into the well.
He thought to himself, hurry up and leave, as if today's events never happened.
But before he could turn around and leave, Xue Yan stepped forward before him. Jun Huailang couldn't dodge in time, and as soon as he grabbed his arm, his sleeve was pulled up, and the terrifying scar was exposed again.
Jun Huailang quickly pulled his arm back. But Xue Yan didn't exert much force at all, but he couldn't move, he could only let him hold his arm, and then saw a slender hand land on his wound, searched a little for the position, and pressed it with force. .
When he pressed it, Jun Huailang was caught off guard and exhaled in pain.
He pressed it with extreme precision, right in the middle of his scar, and rubbed it a few times with precision. Before Jun Huailang could speak, he saw Xue Yan raised his eyes, looked down at him, and said lightly, "It's okay, no bones were hurt."