That night, Jun Huailang slept on Xue Yan's bed.

Not long after, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the night, the rain gradually stopped.

A moon leaked a little from the clouds, emitting a warm light softly.

Jun Huailang turned over in his sleep and put his hand under the pillow.

This is a habitual action in his sleep, and he likes to sleep with his hands under the pillow. His hands were always cold at night, and he pressed down on the pillow, and it didn't take long for him to warm up.

But suddenly, a sharp pain crossed his palm.

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Xue Yan's courtyard gradually lit up.

First, Fu Yi, who was guarding in Jun Huailang's room, heard the movement, got up and was taken aback by Jun Huailang. Immediately after, Xue Yan who was outside was also woken up, turned over, and came to the inner room.

As soon as Jin Bao, who was vigilant at the door, heard his master's order, he hurried in and saw the scene in front of him.

And at this time, his expression was extremely ugly, and he was holding... the hand of His Royal Highness.

At this moment, Xue Yan saw him.

"What are you doing?" His master's eyes sank, his expression terrifyingly cold. "Go get my gauze and wound medicine."

Jinbao hurriedly went out to get it.

Xue Yan finished the command, pursed her lips tightly, and stopped talking.

On the contrary, Jun Huailang, who was sitting on the bed, turned pale in pain at this moment, but still comforted him in a warm voice: "It's alright, I can feel that the wound is not deep, just bandage it. it is good."

He really didn't expect that there was a sharp dagger hidden under Xue Yan's pillow.

Just as he put his hand under the pillow in his sleep. The blade of the dagger slid across his palm, creating a sharp wound.

Jun Huailang's palms were bleeding non-stop, staining the pillow and bedding with blood. He was rarely injured, let alone such a stab wound. At this time, the pain caused cold sweat on his forehead, and his lips lost color.

But he looked at Xue Yan, but felt that Xue Yan seemed to be in more pain than himself.

When he came in from the outside, he saw his hand, and his amber pupils trembled slightly. Immediately following, he stepped forward in two steps, held up his hand, pressed the base of his palm, and stopped the bleeding for himself.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end, but Jun Huailang could see that his expression was cold, his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were a little red.

The hand that even held his own was trembling slightly.

Jun Huailang endured the pain and began to comfort him. But it didn't seem to work very well after thinking about it. Xue Yan heard his comfort and looked up at him.

Suddenly, the blood in the bottom of his eyes filled his eyes, making the cold young man's face stained with a color of tears.

patted.

"It's my fault, I always have such a habit of sleeping..."

"How could it not hurt." Xue Yan suddenly interrupted him.

His voice was a little low, with an inaudible trembling: "Blame me," he said.

At this moment, Jinbao ran in holding the wound medicine and gauze.

This wound medicine was used by Xue Yan in Yan County, and it was quite effective in treating skin trauma. It was already midnight, and the hospital outside had already closed, so it was worth taking ready-made medicines to deal with.

But when the medicine falls on the wound, there will be a burning pain.

On weekdays, even if it is a bone-piercing injury, Xue Yan does not blink when she applies medicine to herself. But at this moment, the medicine bottle was in his hand, but his hand was shaking a little.

He looked at Jun Huailang.

"It hurts a little bit, just bear with it," he said.

Jun Huailang nodded.

Then, the snow-white powder fell on his palm.

in one breath.

Xue Yan's hand suddenly stopped.

There seemed to be bloodshot eyes in his eyes, making him look a little irritable.

…Why does it seem more painful than myself. Jun Huailang couldn't help feeling helpless for a while, and in the helplessness, there was some soft warmth that spread to his limbs.

This person... how many injuries he suffered without saying a word, how could he hurt himself like this?

"It's fine." He said softly. "Go ahead."

How could it not hurt. How many times has he used this medicine, even after a long time and getting used to it, the pain still burrows into the bones.

Only in the past, every time he healed an injury, he hid his thoughts and goals in his heart.

Can't care, doesn't mean he can't feel it.

But he also knew that this medicine had to be taken. He gritted his teeth and carefully knocked the medicinal powder into Jun Huailang's palm.

Jun Huailang tensed his wrists in pain, but he didn't forget that Xue Yan in front of him was like a trapped beast at this time, and he couldn't hide the forbearance and pain on his face.

He had to grit his teeth, carefully restrained the pain in his throat, and tried to divert Xue Yan's attention: "What are you doing with the knife under your pillow?"

Xue Yan's subordinates paused, pursing his lips.

He couldn't say it, it was too hard to endure when he was young, and he couldn't help but be afraid when he first went to the battlefield. He had no choice but to hide the blade under his pillow and pull it out to protect himself at any time, so that he could sleep peacefully.

Over time, it becomes a habit. Even if this knife is not used on weekdays, no one will come to assassinate him, and he has to sleep on it.

Xue Yan couldn't say anything.

How can a normal person find a sense of security from a cold murder weapon?

But the emotions on his face were captured by Jun Huailang, who was especially sober in the pain.

He forgot the pain for a while, but instead focused on Xue Yan.

He has been alone since he was a child, and he has taken on too many burdens by himself. The lack of a sense of security, relying on weapons to protect themselves, is a matter of course.

And the powder he used for himself today must have been used on him more than once.

He is so nervous, he must know the pain.

However, when he used it on himself, he didn't blink, but when he used it on himself, his fingertips trembled and his eyes became red.

...How can someone who has lived so hard since childhood still have a soft heart.

Jun Huailang seemed to have forgotten the pain in his hand, but felt a little stuffy in his heart.

He slowly raised his hand, placed it on Xue Yan's shoulder, and smoothed it gently.

"Now that I'm not on the battlefield, I don't need to use it for self-defense." Jun Huailang said, and found an amulet from the robe beside his pillow.

This amulet was asked by his mother from Baoguo Temple before he came to Jinling, and asked for one for him and his father each. Jun Huailang knew that his mother believed these things, and since he left Chang'an, he has been carrying it with him every day until today.

He took out the blood-stained dagger, put it on the low table beside the bed, and stuffed his amulet under Xue Yan's pillow.

"Sleeping with this pillow in the future will also keep you safe." Jun Huailang looked at him with gentle and firm eyes. "How about giving this knife to me?"

Xue Yan wrapped the gauze in Jun Huailang's hand, and when he looked up, he saw him smiling at himself.

The knife under the pillow was taken out, and a small and delicate cyan amulet replaced it, lying quietly under his pillow.