Jinbao ran very fast, and suddenly, only Jun Huailang and Xue Yan were left in the west hall.

Jun Huailang took the tape measure and looked at Jinbao's back running away, and was a little surprised for a while.

…Why are you walking in such a hurry, like a ghost is chasing?

Xue Yan looked up at Jun Huailang at this moment.

He was standing in front of the door, the door was open, and the warm sunlight fell outside the window, illuminating the dust floating around him. Like a cloud, like a veil, it softly wrapped around him.

His expression was a little empty at the moment, which made his excessively deserted appearance show a little animal-like simplicity. Those eyes, thick black and transparent, like a pair of clear obsidian, through the enlightenment of the fairy in the upper realm, they became the essence that can seduce people's souls.

Only when looking at Jun Huailang, Xue Yan would believe that there are gods in the world.

Because the person in front of him always seems to have accidentally fallen from the sky to the mortal world.

After a while, he put down the book, stood up expressionlessly and said in a low voice: "This servant has no rules, I'll send someone to catch him back."

The tone was very cold, as if she was deliberately covering up her absence.

Hearing what he said, Jun Huailang turned around and stopped him quickly: "Don't bother, I'll call—"

He turned around and was about to call Fuyi in, when he suddenly remembered that he was just thinking about it on the way and had something to say to Xue Yan.

Concubine Shu wanted to make clothes for Xue Yan, Jun Huailang knew that because of what happened a few days ago, she felt that Xue Yan was wronged, and clumsily wanted to make up for him.

And now, Xue Yan can be regarded as a child under the name of Concubine Shu. When spring begins, I leave here and go to Jiangnan. At that time, only Xue Yan was left in Mingluan Palace.

of.

Jun Huailang wanted to take advantage of these days to try to bring Xue Yan and Concubine Shu closer, so that when she left, Concubine Shu would not feel lonely.

Xue Yan stood there, waiting for his next words.

These words, Jun Huailang thinks it is more appropriate to say them in private. He paused for a moment and smiled at Xue Yan: "Don't be so troublesome. I know how to measure it, I'll just measure it for you."

Speaking, he took the tape measure and stepped forward.

Xue Yan froze when he heard what he said.

He has never been tailor-made and does not know how to measure his body.

He lived in Yan County since he was a child, and grew up in the military camp.

Since he was sent to the barracks by King Yan, he wore uniforms made uniformly. Fortunately, thanks to his bloodline, he has grown taller since he was a child. Except for the clothes that did not fit well in the first two years, there have been no problems since then.

Nevertheless, he has always had a weed-like temperament and can live comfortably anywhere. No matter what kind of environment he is in, he can face it calmly and calmly in the face of any field that he has not been involved in.

But in front of Jun Huailang, he was suddenly embarrassed, even a little ashamed.

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He watched Jun Huailang bring a pen and paper, unfolded the tape measure, and carefully looked at the numbers on it.

Jun Huailang was very close to him, when he lowered his head, he could see Jun Huailang's jet-black top. The light woody fragrance, like the flying dust that had just lingered around Jun Huailang, touched the tip of Xue Yan's nose.

He stood where he was, his heart was beating fast, suddenly he didn't know how to rest his hands and feet.

And Jun Huailang has only seen a lot and is used to it, and has never served others. He stood beside Xue Yan, and went to study the soft ruler, but did not find anything unusual about Xue Yan.

"Thanks to you that day." He said casually while reading the numbers on the tape. "If you didn't ask the emperor to search Diancui's room, no one would know why my aunt has no children."

Xue Yan hummed, her voice a little hoarse, and did not answer.

He always talks less, but Jun Huailang didn't see anything wrong. After seeing the numbers, he pulled up the tape measure.

It was only then that he noticed that Xue Yan seemed to be standing more upright than usual, with his shoulders straight, like soldiers lining up.

He really came out of the military camp, standing in a row, and he has a different temperament from ordinary people.

Jun Huailang, who still didn't notice the abnormality, couldn't help but sighed in her heart, went around behind Xue Yan, raised her hand naturally, and pressed one end of the ruler on Xue Yan's shoulder.

His strength was very light, and he just fixed the soft ruler on Xue Yan's shoulder, like the tip of a dragonfly's tail, and gently created a circle of ripples on the lake.

While pulling the ruler, Jun Huailang said casually: "But after that day, my aunt has been in a bad mood. In a few days, the Wenhua Palace will be closed, and by then , if you have nothing to do, can you go to the main hall with me to accompany her?"

The warm breath just seemed to fall on the back of Xue Yan's neck.

Xue Yan was ambushed by the Turks in his early years and suffered a poisonous needle from the barbarians. The poison needle is extracted from the poison from the tail sting of the poisonous bee, and if one hits it, half of the body will be numb, thus losing the ability to fight.

When the warm breath fell on the back of Xue Yan's neck, his spine tightened, and he felt a small soft needle on his neck.

All over again.

His brain was a little dull as a result.

Xue Yan barely heard when Jun Huailang behind him didn't wait to answer and called him again.

"Yeah." He forced his composure to hide his absentmindedness.

When it was over, he thought back to himself, what did Jun Huailang ask just now? What does it seem to let him do?

Behind him, Jun Huailang heard Xue Yan's promise, and the things that had been on his mind all came to an end, he said with a smile: "Then thank you very much. Aunt likes you. , it's just that she's a bit squeamish, and you need to accommodate her more."

It was Concubine Shu. Xue Yan reluctantly regained some sanity. He thought to himself, Little Peacock can rest assured about this matter, he has long regarded him as his own, and those in his family will naturally gather under his wings.

Although I look like I can't protect myself, it is not difficult to protect them.

Xue Yan lowered his eyes calmly.

Being distracted by the business, the numbness in the back of his neck lightened a little, and even involuntarily began to review whether there were any omissions in his next plan.

At this moment, the breath behind him suddenly approached.

"One foot three...one foot four...how much is that?"

Jun Huailang was engrossed and focused on the soft ruler in his hand, but did not notice that he suddenly approached Xue Yan, muttering to himself with warm breath, in his ear side ringing.

Another small poison needle made Xue Yan's mind numb.

He froze in place like a statue.

In his mind, the stupid words that the soldiers said when they were in the army two years ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

At that time, they were on the battlefield, camped at night, and set fire to keep warm. When the soldiers chatted, they couldn't help but talk about those things.

"...This woman, everyone will spit out fairy energy. No matter how big the anger, if a girl blows into her ear, whose soul will not fly to the clouds! "

"Hey, if you try it once, little general, you can break even if you are a bone of iron!"

These slanderous words of these soldiers come with their mouths open. Occasionally, they dare to make fun of him, but Xue Yan also forgets them after hearing them.

But at this time, these messy words suddenly appeared in his ears again, and when he was flustered, there was a nameless fire rushing around in his body, but he couldn't find it When he exited, his meridians were all set on fire.

At this moment, Xue Yan heard a clear voice: "His Royal Highness, raise your arm."

Like a shower of rain, pouring on that nameless flame.

Xue Yan raised his hand obediently and flattened his arms.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

The hands were in front of him. At the same time, Jun Huailang's side face lightly bumped against his back.

The scent of white birch, like vines, gently entangled him.

"Especially those arms, as long as they hug you, who can run away?"

The bastard's words rang in his ears again, and the nameless fire rushes around anxiously in his chest, making his heart start to pound.

Jun Huailang is a little unskilled. He bumped Xue Yan on Xue Yan's back a little embarrassedly, holding the tape measure in one hand and fumbling with the other hand twice before pinching the other end of the tape measure in his hand.

It was clearly a pair of clean, beautiful but unfeminine hands, but the words of those soldiers resounded in Xue Yan's mind.

"Especially that little hand, touch you, can you hold back and do her on the spot?"

The nameless fire finally found an exit, turned sharply, penetrated his heart and lungs, and rushed three inches below his abdomen.

Xue Yan suddenly thought of a poem he had read in his burning reason.

The immortal touches my top, and the hair grows.

Now, the immortal hooked him around his waist, and he could go down to the bottom of the eighteenth hell, willingly.