That night, Jinbao held the lamp for Xue Yan, packed her clothes, but did not leave.

Xue Yan was holding a scroll of military books under the lamp, and saw a shadow dangling in front of the lamp, without raising his eyes, he turned a page of the book: "Don't roll?"

But Jin Bao laughed.

Xue Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him inexplicably.

Seeing Jinbao kneeling down in front of him, he smiled a little shyly and said, "The servant thanks the master for saving his life today."

He always thought that this master was a man-eating evil spirit, but he didn't expect that he was cold-hearted and would sacrifice his life to save a slave whose life was like a mustard.

Under the lamp, Xue Yan's light-colored eyes glanced at him lightly, and then landed on the book again.

"At that time, there were people from Dongchang staring at the side. It was the little Weizi in our courtyard." He said lightly, his tone was very cold. "Presumably Concubine Shu can't let anyone in here. I went to Wenhua Palace yesterday, and the East Factory knew about it, so she stared at me there."

Speaking of this, Xue Yan curled her lips coldly and looked at Jinbao: "Show him the show. I have been bullied by several princes, and I can sacrifice my life to save a eunuch. I want to come to Dongchang. Now that you know, you will trust me a little more."

After all, there are all eunuchs in the East Factory. This kind of person looks arrogant, but in fact is very sensitive and inferior, it is most suitable for them to play this kind of play.

Jinbao was dumbfounded. He looked at Xue Yan's calm and cold eyes, and suddenly felt a little silly for his grateful expression.

Before you die, someone will take care of you."

Speaking, he put his eyes back on the book and summed it up lightly: "Idiot."

Jinbao: “….”

Sure enough, this is the true appearance of his master.

Perhaps today, the gate of **** has been closed, and Jinbao is more courageous. Hearing Xue Yan's words, his brain became hot, and he retorted in a low voice: "Today, His Royal Highness also thinks that you are trying to save the slaves, and it is not the slaves who think so."

Xue Yan twitched the book's fingers.

Jin Bao was afraid after speaking, looked up nervously, and saw Xue Yan staring at the book in silence, as if recalling something. The lights jumped in his eyes, and the look in his eyes was complicated, Jinbao couldn't understand it, but the corners of his lips seemed to raise an inaudible arc.

Different from his usual ridicule, sarcasm, sneer, and smirk, his smile was warm, which made Jinbao feel a little terrified.

Is it not a hallucination?

In just a moment, his expression disappeared, and he was even colder than before.

He turned his head and glanced at Jinbao coldly with amber eyes.

"So, don't talk too much in front of him."

The voice was very soft, but Jin Bao’s back was numb with fright.

Yes, this is the man-eating evil he knew.

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After this day, it seemed as if that incident had never happened. Xue Yan was still alone. When he was studying and practicing martial arts, he and Jun Huailang were still like strangers.

This made Jun Huailang a lot more comfortable. After all, he helped Xue Yan that day, which was against his original intention, and he didn't want to repeat the old things and embarrass himself.

But Jun Huailang's nightmare has not been getting better, but it has a tendency to intensify.

In the afternoon, Jun Huailang and several princes were practicing martial arts at the school ground behind the Wenhua Palace.

Since she was shriveled in front of Xue Yunhuan that day, Xue Yunsu never looked for Xue Yan's fault again, thinking that he did not exist. At the same time, he didn't talk to Xue Yunhuan, and only interacted with the rest of his small circle.

This made Xue Yunhuan quiet, wishing he would never say a word to himself again in his life.

Xue Yunhuan was in a good mood, so he would drag Jun Huailang to speak all day long. His temperament was detached and his nerves were rough. He didn't notice that Jun Huailang was not in good spirits.

This afternoon, the masters of the Pope's martial arts found a team of guards to let them practice the fighting skills they recently learned.

Dayong pays more attention to literature than martial arts, and it is rare that princes will lead troops to fight in person. Therefore, the fighting methods practiced by princes are usually self-defense, in case of unexpected events. Jun Huailang was born in Chang'an since childhood, and seldom practiced martial arts. Until his death in a previous life, he only knew a little bit of boxing and kung fu for self-defense.

These days, he is in a trance, a little dazed, and has little energy. The guards who practiced with him just used a few ordinary moves and easily took him to the ground.

It didn't hurt to fall, but Jun Huailang was a little dizzy. After such a fall, there were flowers in front of him, and he didn't get up for a moment while holding his forehead.

Xue Yunhuan was next to him and saw the situation of Jun Huailang at a glance. When he first saw Jun Huailang fall, he didn't notice anything unusual, and he signaled the guards in front of him to stop for a while, and said to Jun Huailang with a smile, "Huailang, how can you be so weak, you need to work harder. Exercise!"

But then, he realized that something was wrong with Jun Huailang.

"What's wrong?" Xue Yunhuan hurriedly stepped forward.

Besides, Jun Huailang's sparring bodyguard also panicked. Seeing that this prince didn't seem to have studied martial arts, he didn't use 20% of his strength at all, and his moves were quite satisfactory. Who knew that this prince was so weak that he was brought to the ground by one move?

Jun Huailang reluctantly smiled at Xue Yunhuan and let him help him up.

"No harm," he said. "I just read an interesting book last night, I slept a little late, and I felt a little dizzy this morning."

Xue Yunhuan did not doubt that he had him, but instead said: "Really? Then you can lend me that book when you go back, and I will take a look."

Jun Huailang agreed with a smile.

At this moment, Xue Yunhuan snorted suspiciously and looked in one direction.

"The guard is not quite right." Xue Yunhuan said.

Jun Huailang followed and looked over, but did not expect that the person Xue Yunhuan was looking at was actually Xue Yan.

He was in the corner of the school grounds, not conspicuous, and no one around noticed his situation. He was fighting with the sparring guards, Jun Huailang couldn't see any way, only seeing Xue Yange blocking, but still forced to step back.

"The moves he used were clearly not taught by the master these days." Xue Yunhuan said. "It's a deadly move! It's amazing that Xue Yan can dodge!"

When Jun Huailang heard this, his eyebrows twitched unconsciously.

As Xue Yunhuan said, the guards were all thunderous in every move and every move, and they shot so fast that it made people dazzled from a distance. But fortunately, Xue Yan dealt with it easily, even if he didn't make a move, he was not hurt in the slightest by the other party.

Jun Huailang smiled and said, "After all, he has been in Yan County for so many years, and he has also been on the battlefield."

Xue Yunhuan retorted when he heard the words: "Hey, what he learned at the border is obviously some unprofessional kung fu."

Having said that, his eyes were still staring at Xue Yan, and the twinkling in his eyes was clearly worship and yearning.

Jun Huailang couldn't help but smile and didn't answer his words.

Then, he suddenly discovered that the direction Xue Yan retreated was clearly the direction of the weapon rack. The space is limited, so he focused on coping with the attack of the guards in front of him, and according to the requirements of today's practice, he never fought back at all, so he didn't notice that he was getting closer and closer to the weapon rack.

Jun Huailang frowned and grabbed Xue Yunhuan: "I'm afraid something will happen."

Xue Yunhuan was looking at Xue Yan's movement. Hearing this, he was stunned, but didn't react at all: "Ah?"

Xue Yan was very close to the weapon rack. Jun Huailang didn't have time to talk to him, so he simply dragged him and walked straight to Xue Yan's side.

While walking, he also raised his voice and shouted: "Stop! Why don't you know what to do! You have reached the edge of the school field, so don't stop!"

Hearing this, the guards, companions and princes in the field all stopped and looked here curiously. But only the guard in front of Xue Yan heard the words, and his moves suddenly became a little sharper, and they went straight to Xue Yan's face.

Xue Yan has reached the point where there is no turning back. He flicked sideways and blocked the opponent's attack with his backhand, but suddenly his shoulders slammed into the weapon rack with a bang.

Suddenly, he groaned and his lips turned pale.

Jun Huailang knew that his serious injury was not healed, so he stepped forward quickly. He raised his hand to help him, but Xue Yan neatly avoided it.

"No," he said. "It's all right."

His voice was cold, his expression was very light, and he didn't even look at Jun Huailang. Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, and saw that he moved his shoulders slightly and stood aside.

In those amber eyes, there was no Jun Huailang from beginning to end.

But then, he found himself a little ridiculous. This person is cold-hearted, and he can't understand it any more. What's more, there was a deep blood feud in the previous life, and it was good to protect his family not to enmity with him, why should he help, and wait for the other party to respond.

He doesn't need it either.

At this moment, Xue Yunhuan stepped forward. When he saw this scene, he stepped forward and gave Xue Yan a heavy hand on the shoulder, and said, "Boy, what's your attitude?"

Not waiting for him to speak any more, Jun Huailang raised his hand and pressed his shoulder: "I'm nosy, I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, he pulled Xue Yunhuan and turned away.

Jun Huailang thought so in her heart, but she inevitably felt a little sour.

Something went wrong on Xue Yan's side. The teacher was afraid that something would happen, so the Pope and his companions took a break and led the guards to lecture. Xue Yunhuan and Jun Huailang sat down on the Taishi chair beside the school grounds, and was about to drink tea when he saw a group of palace maids in the distance.

Jun Huailang took a closer look and saw that it was his sister Jun Linghuan who was walking in front.

The maids in the back were mighty, holding lychees in their hands. This lychee was kept by Concubine Shu in the ice mirror in the palace, and it was still fresh. The ice in the palace is often used in summer, and the only people who can use ice to store fruit in the autumn and winter are the favored concubine Shu.

Jun Ling jumped up to the two of them, bowed with Xue Yunhuan, and plunged into Jun Huailang's arms. The maid next to her was orderly and put hot tea and lychees on the table for the two of them.

"Brother, my aunt said that my brother was working hard in martial arts, so I asked Ling Huan to bring fruit to my brother and the sixth prince!"

Seeing the fresh lychee, Xue Yunhuan's eyes went straight. He put his hand into Jun Huailang's arms, rubbed Jun Linghuan's hair a few times, and said with a smile, "Thank you, sister Linghuan! I think this lychee has been around for a long time, and you are giving me charcoal in the snow!"

Jun Linghuan was rubbed and hid in Jun Huailang's arms.

Just listening to Jun Linghuan's narration, Jun Huailang could think of Concubine Shu's delicate and stingy appearance, and couldn't help laughing.

Then, Jun Linghuan changed the subject and asked, "The elder brother, the elder brother who moved to our palace a few days ago, is it Linghuan's elder brother?"