Jinbao felt sore for him.

He knew that Xue Yan had just come out of the palace, and the palace was built. There was a servant girl in the mansion who did not do well and served Xue Yan's dinner with pickled fish. At that time, Xue Yan just came back from the yamen, only smelling the vinegar smell, his face sank.

After that, the maid never appeared in the Guangling Palace.

But now, when his master ate such a whole green apricot, he didn't even frown?

"It works," he said with a smile. "Although I haven't been seasick, I know I'm not feeling well. The lord drank again today, so I'm sure it will be more uncomfortable."

Xue Yan glanced at him, feeling a little hot. He looked back with difficulty, picked up the bowl of mung bean water on the table, and drank it clean.

Although he managed to dispel 20% of the sourness in his mouth, he couldn't taste it much.

"It's uncomfortable," he said.

Jun Huailang could hear a bit of grievance from his tone.

Looking at Xue Yan again, although he was crooked there, his face was expressionless, and his eyebrows were twisted, which made him look particularly fierce, but after a closer look, he could see that his eyes were a little red, and his eyes Drunk and a little embarrassed.

At first glance, she was very drunk.

As if being slapped softly.

He knows how tiring it is to socialize in officialdom, not to mention someone like Xue Yan who is not good at verbal communication.

Involuntarily, he forgot that Xue Yan was a king of **** who dared not offend anyone, and his tone softened a little: "Then the king will rest in the mansion tomorrow. I will be with them. Say yes, don't teach them to disturb you in the morning."

Jinbao didn't see his master's drunken and coquettish face, raised his hand to signal to the servants around him, and withdrew together.

Xue Yan's voice was a little hoarse: "No, tomorrow morning, I still have an appointment with Guo Gong."

It is also his fault that he talked too much with Duke Yongning today, which made Duke Yongning interested, and insisted on going with him tomorrow to see the water conservancy in the suburbs.

Xue Yan did not refuse.

The business is so rushed? Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, but then he remembered how harsh his father was in business. He sighed helplessly, got up and said with a smile: "Then the lord will rest early today."

Xue Yan heard the words, looked up at him, saw that he was leaving, and suddenly asked, "Where are you going tomorrow?"

He drank too much wine, his eyes could not be concealed, and he looked at Jun Huailang with burning eyes, making Jun Huailang feel a little bit, he was inexplicably burned, and he was a little uncomfortable. Turning his eyes away, he said, "I have to go to Linjiang Academy these few days."

Xue Yan then asked: "With the dandy who had a good song that day?"

This must be Shen Liufeng.

Jun Huailang went to Linjiang Academy not to find Shen Liufeng. The weather has been sunny these few days, and he wanted to take advantage of these few days to explore the dam on the riverside.

After all, in the past life, he has turned over the case of the Jinling dam breach many times. He wants to combine the memory of the previous life and try to find the hidden danger of the dam breach in advance.

But of course I can't say this directly to Xue Yan.

"Young Master Shen is just a little more interested and elegant, and he's not considered a playboy." Jun Huailang said with a smile. "I always have nothing to do, so I go to Linjiang Academy to read more while people are in Jinling."

Xue Yan snorted coldly, looked away, and did not speak.

If Xue Yan looked like this on weekdays, he would definitely scare the people around him so much that they didn't dare to say a word. But now in Jun Huailang's eyes, he was just drunk and losing his temper, which made people feel a little helpless.

"—Then, I'll retire, my lord?" Jun Huailang tentatively said, still thinking about Xue Yan's early rest.

Hearing this, Xue Yan looked up at him again.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Jun Huailang was not in a hurry and stood there waiting for him.

...I haven't seen him drink too much before, but I didn't realize that this kid still has the habit of borrowing alcohol to play tricks. Jun Huailang couldn't help slandering.

Then, he heard Xue Yan speak.

"You're leaving again," he said.

The word "and" made Jun Huailang stunned for a moment, and then he understood what he meant.

He was talking about...a year ago?

At that time, I was taken out of the palace by my family, so I didn't say goodbye to him. After that, when I was hesitating to leave Chang'an, I met him just outside Chang'an City and told him.

After all, I left without saying goodbye twice.

Jun Huailang devoted all his attention this year to the death of his father in his previous life, and never calmed down and thought about it. It was not until now that he and Xue Yan were facing each other, that he suddenly felt a little guilty.

He wouldn't have a guilty conscience. What he has always done is what he thinks is right, no matter what time he is, he will never regret it.

It is the same with treating Xue Yan, and going south to solve the crisis for her father. Originally, these were two unrelated things that he should do, but due to a change, they became related.

This change is Xue Yan.

From the very beginning, he didn't plan to ask Xue Yan to repay anything, he just wanted him not to repeat the mistakes of his previous life, so as to protect his family.

However, Xue Yan reciprocated, not even leaving a trace of leeway.

Even if he never said it, Jun Huailang could feel it. This taciturn, seemingly withdrawn and indifferent young man repaid him with all his sincerity.

He repaid too much, so much that Jun Huailang felt that he owed him.

At this time, when he left, he felt guilty.

Jun Huailang was on the spot, looking at Xue Yan, but did not say a word for a while.

After a while, Xue Yan turned his eyes and said, "Go back."

He was a little annoyed, and only felt that drinking was a mistake. He drank too much today, and his mind became a little dizzy. Some emotions and words that should have been hidden in his heart were revealed if he was not careful.

He knows, it shouldn't.

Xue Yan held his forehead and closed his eyes again.

He thought to himself, being hypocritical, it would be shameful to tell him what to do.

At this moment, footsteps sounded.

Not from near to far, but from far to near.

Just when Xue Yan thought it was a hallucination, a dry, slightly cold hand landed on his forehead.

Xue Yan looked up and saw Jun Huailang standing in front of him, looking down at him.

The light in the room is soft, and his eyes are also very soft, with a slight glint.

"I had to leave without saying goodbye in the palace before. It was really a last resort. Later, when I came to Jiangnan, I didn't take the initiative to tell the prince. It's my fault." He said.

Xue Yan stared at him blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

After a while, he hoarsely whispered, "...you're right."

Jun Huailang shook his head, his voice was gentle and clear, and his tone was quite serious: "I have never told the prince. The matter of coming to Jiangnan was arranged long ago. I also have some things... I have to do it here. I originally wanted to accompany you in the palace until the spring, and then talk to you, but I didn’t want to have an accident.”

Xue Yan's voice was hoarse, and he said without hesitation: "What do you want to do, I will help you."

Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, then an inexplicable warmth filled his heart.

Always. he thought. He was explaining his purpose to him, but in his eyes, there was only one thing.

It doesn't matter why he does it, the important thing is that he can do it for himself.

It was always like this in the palace before, doing a lot of things without saying a word. A year later, nothing has changed.

Xue Yan's ears were a little hot, and even his neck burned. Jun Huailang's hand was originally intended to cool him down, but the effect was not very good. Instead, the skin that Xue Yan was in contact with him burned even more.

He wanted to raise his hand to hold his hand, and with the last bit of self-control, he slammed his hand on the spot, which made his movements a little stiff.

He lowered his eyes and his voice was low.

“…No thanks,” he whispered.

—

The next morning, Xue Yan and Yongning Gong went out.

Seeing that the weather was good, Jun Huailang set off for Linjiang Academy.

He thought that he would have half-day lessons there in the morning and go to the dam in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, the sky in the south of the Yangtze River changed. It was about noon when it started to rain heavily.

He saw that the weather was good, and he did not let Fuyi bring rain gear. The Governor's Mansion was not too far from the academy, so he did not take a carriage. This time, he had to be trapped in the academy, and had to wait until the rain stopped in the afternoon before leaving.

However, I didn't expect that the rain wouldn't stop at once, and it didn't reduce the rain at all until the academy ended in the afternoon.

Now, the students in the academy are trapped inside.

Some of them took umbrellas and left first, while the rest of the scholars waited in the academy for the rain to stop. But after waiting for a while, there was no rain, and some students began to walk out in the rain.

Shen Liufeng and Jun Huailang were originally waiting here, but after waiting for a while, they couldn't sit still.

“Or we go out in the rain first?” he said. "My carriage is parked outside the academy. I'll send you back first."

Jun Huailang glanced at the pouring rain outside, thinking that it might not stop today, hearing this, he nodded without hesitation.

Outside, it was indeed a thick rain curtain. Many students stood under the eaves, grimacingly waiting for the rain to stop.

Shen Liufeng gritted his teeth and rushed into the rain first: "Let's go, Huailang! Let's go faster, and we can get less rain!"

Jun Huailang heard the words and was about to go out, but was grabbed by Fuyi.

"Master, look there!" He pointed to the gate of the academy.

Jun Huailang looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw one of the scholars running out, holding an umbrella and walking towards the academy against the crowd.