I Became the Heroine of Abusive Novel and Her Elder Brother

    Jun Huailang's eyes swept over the carriage, and immediately took it back.

    "No need." He smiled lightly at Jinbao and said. "Fuyi drove a car today. I have an appointment with Young Master Shen in a while, so please go back first."

    He was very confused at this time, and it was not suitable for him to be in the same room with Xue Yan.

    Even just thinking about it, he felt that the incense of the Buddha on Xue Yan's body would disturb people's minds.

    Jinbao had a troubled look on his face: "This..."

    If he brings the original words back to his master later, his master will probably make him splatter blood on the spot.

    "What?" Jun Huailang looked at him.

    Jinbao was clever, and immediately put on a look like a mourning concubine.

    "His Royal Highness does not know." He lowered his voice and said to Jun Huailang. "When the lord came back to Jinling, he had a lot of business. He didn't listen to the persuasion of the servants and went to the yamen early in the morning... The genius doctor said that if he sits and walks for a long time, the wound will open. The servant just felt that the master There is blood on my shoulder, but I dare not ask..."

    So please show mercy and ask the prince.

    When Jinbao said this, he was 100% sure.

    Who is a Bodhisattva? He is the kindest. The prince usually pretends to be in pain, and he is extremely nervous, but now he will say it again, and keep him in the car.

    Sure enough, Bodhisattva wrinkled his brows, and he felt distressed at first sight.

    "His Royal Highness...?" Jinbao called him tentatively again.

    But seeing Jun Huailang lowered his eyes, when he looked at him again for a moment, his dark eyes were silent.

    "Then I will trouble the father-in-law to change the clothes for the prince." He said. "If you see blood, you must ask the prince to change the medicine."

    …Huh?

    Jinbao people are stupid.

    He opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he saw the Bodhisattva nodding at the silly boy of the Shen family next to him: "Let's go, Liu Feng."

    Speaking, he smiled at Jinbao, turned around and left.

    Jinbao froze in place.

    Gone...this is gone?

    It took him a long time to regain his senses, and he returned to the carriage in a dizzy manner as if stepping on a cloud.

    As soon as the door curtains opened, a very low air pressure hit me.

    The cold silence is intertwined with the generous and somber sandalwood.

     "Where's the man?" He heard the low voice of his master.

    Jin Bao said: "Let's go."

    The air pressure is lower.

    Xue Yan frowned: "He spent a whole day in the academy, where will he go?"

    Jinbao dare to say. If he told his master at this moment that His Royal Highness had gone with the silly boy of the Shen family, his master must not kill him first and then kill Shen Liufeng?

    He looked carefully at Xue Yan, and saw that Xue Yan's face was extremely ugly.

    Xue Yan himself didn't know what was going on.

    Before last night, everything was fine. He cheated on him because of his injury, and Jun Huailang also condoned him. As a result, not long after he returned, Jun Huailang sent a message saying that he would not come again.

    I told myself not to look for him.

    Xue Yan was puzzled, and later thought, maybe he pretended to be seriously injured and Jun Huailang saw it.

    Xue Yan couldn't think of any other reason, so he had no choice but to wait for the next day to take a look.

    Unexpectedly, Jun Huailang left early in the morning and didn't let him see anyone all day.

    At this moment, he finally caught him... In the end, he left?

    Xue Yan couldn't figure it out.

    At this moment, he felt Jin Bao looking at him furtively.

    He raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he directly met Jinbao's gaze.

    Seeing that Jinbao opened his mouth with promise, there were two points of reproach in his eyes.

    "Master..." he said. "Did you do something to offend His Royal Highness...?"

    After all, how many people in the world can make His Royal Highness be so cruel.

    —

    Jun Huailang drank a lot today.

    He's always been a good drinker, and it's hard to get drunk. But he was in a bad mood today, and after drinking boring wine, his state was much worse.

    What's more... no matter how good the alcohol is, he can't help drinking so fiercely.

    Shen Liufeng was having fun. Jun Huailang would always remind him when he was almost drinking on weekdays, but today he didn't say anything and just kept drinking with Shen Liufeng.

    At night, when Jun Huailang was finally drunk, Shen Liufeng was already drinking under the table.

    He held the wine glass in one hand, looked at Shen Liufeng lying on the table, and smiled lazily.

    "I'm not good at drinking, but I prefer to drink." He smiled and said to Shen Liufeng.

     But then, his smile faded.

    He looked at the white jade cup in his hand. The wine in the glass is clear and rippling under the light.

    "I know I shouldn't, but I still want to like him." He muttered to himself. "Could it be that as long as you are human, you can't escape this madness?"

    He was silent for a moment, smiled self-deprecatingly, and drank his glass of wine.

    Although Jun Huailang was drunk, he did not appear drunk. After he finished drinking, he stood up steadily, instructed the servant of the Shen family to help Shen Liufeng onto the carriage, and went to settle the bill. Before returning to the mansion, he also sent Shen Liufeng back to the mansion.

    Seeing that it was him, Shen Zhifu naturally didn't say much more, only that his nephew was greedy for wine, and he didn't know the importance.

    Jun Huailang smiled and chatted with him for a while before getting into his carriage.

    The carriage swayed and sent Jun Huailang back to the Governor's Mansion.

    The light was dark at night, and no one around noticed that he was drunk. Jun Huailang didn't need to be supported by others, and walked to his own courtyard.

    The house was quiet. Roadside lights flickered, reflecting on the smooth bluestone floor.

    There is no moon tonight, the stars are shining quietly in the sky, the waterscape on the side is sparkling, and the sound of insects can be heard in the grass and trees by the roadside.

    At this moment, Jun Huailang saw a person standing not far away.

    The man was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and long legs. From a distance, he looked like green pines and cypresses.

    He stood quietly on the road, no one around.

    Although Jun Huailang was drunk, he could tell that it was Xue Yan just by looking at the silhouette.

    Jun Huailang slowly stopped.

    The little servant who followed him saw him stop and asked: "Master, what's the matter?"

    The tall shadow in the distance turned around and strode towards them.

    Jun Huailang took a step back involuntarily.

    After a while, the man walked in front of the two of them. Before the servant could see the face of the man in front of him with the lantern, the man spoke first.

    "Where?" he asked.

    Jun Huailang was silent.

    The little servant at the back was trembling: "My lord..."

    "You go first." He listened to the order of King Guangling in front of him.

    The little servant looked at Jun Huailang and saw him nodding lightly.

    The little servant hurriedly handed the lamp to Jun Huailang and trotted all the way back to his courtyard.

    Jun Huailang raised his eyes to look at Xue Yan, and saw Xue Yan lowered his head and looked at him fixedly.

    "Where did you go?" Xue Yan asked again.

    Then he frowned.

    "Drinking?" he asked.

    Jun Huailang hummed: "Drink a little with Liufeng."

    "A little?" Xue Yan questioned. "I can smell the wine from a distance, is this called drinking a little?"

    Although Jun Huailang cannot be blamed for this, after all Xue Yan hates drinking and is especially sensitive to the taste.

    But Jun Huailang did drink a lot.

    Jun Huailang raised his eyes and looked at Xue Yan quietly.

    The more he drinks, the calmer he looks.

    He looked at Xue Yan steadily, thinking, why.

    Why is he waiting for me here, what is he waiting for? And how much alcohol do I drink?

    He should be an ordinary friend who is at peace with himself. You can greet each other with a few words, and occasionally travel together, stop there, and save yourself from being upset when you see him, just be with yourself The moral and conscience pull.

    Or, he shouldn't have repaid his efforts in the first place, being so kind to himself.

    Jun Huailang thought with anger, I don't lack anything, let alone people who treat me well. But he, Xue Yan, wanted to come forward and, without knowing how important, hooked him to like him.

    I like it, but I can't afford it, so I let this person make trouble for me.

    Xue Yan looked at him, frowning deeper and deeper.

    What do you have to drink with Shen Liufeng, just go and drink with that fool?

    Seeing Jun Huailang looking at him, his eyes were so cold that he was a little flustered, and Xue Yan couldn't stand it for a while.

    The irritability and anger in his heart vanished, leaving only anxiety, and he reached out to grab Jun Huailang's wrist.

    “How did you…”

    Seeing Jun Huailang abruptly withdrew his hand, letting him grab an empty space.

    "My lord cares what I do," he said. "I have my own way. Who to drink with is my own business, and has nothing to do with the prince."

    His title changed from Xue Yan to Wang Ye, but Xue Yan was a little afraid to mention it for a while.

    He stared at Jun Huailang: "...what did you say?"

    Jun Huailang's expression seemed particularly rational and calm, and what he said seemed particularly believable.

    But only Jun Huailang knew that his brain was so drunk that he said it to Xue Yan, but he said it to himself.

    He is persuading himself.

     "I said, whoever drinks with me is my own business, and I don't bother the lord," he said. "My lord, although you are now recorded under your aunt's name, you are considered brothers to me, but even Xiaowu would not control me like this on weekdays."

    Speaking, Jun Huailang took a step back, his voice was soft but strong: "So, Wangye should keep some distance from me in the future."

    …It saves me from even thinking calmly when I see him. Jun Huailang said in his heart.

    When passing by Xue Yan, she was grabbed by the arm.

    "You said, do you think I am Jun Xiaowu?" Xue Yan's voice was cold, with no ups and downs, and could not hear his emotions.

    Jun Huailang didn't notice, Xue Yan's face changed when he heard what he just said, and his eyes were slightly red.

    Like a beast driven to a dead end.

    Jun Huailang shook his head.

    “It’s not the same,” he said. "The lord has saved my life, and I dare not forget it for a day. But in the end, there is a difference between the monarch and the minister. The lord is a royal person. As a minister, I can't tell the importance of it."

    Jun Huailang could no longer tell who she was talking to.

    He let out a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on the lamp in his hand, and he muttered to himself.

    "The kindness needs to be repaid, but in the future, it's better to distance slowly."

    Speaking, he was about to leave.

    He thought to himself, even though his words were reasonable, but he still felt uncomfortable when he heard it.

    He was already drunk and tired, and now he doesn't want to think about such an uncomfortable thing.

    He wants to go back to sleep.

    However, before he could take that step, Xue Yan held his arm and pushed him back heavily.

    Jun Huailang was caught off guard, took two steps back, and was about to stumble when Xue Yan pinched her shoulders.

      "No one else is treated like me, right?"

    Jun Huailang opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

    He is a little confused between reality and fantasy now.

    At this moment, Xue Yan said again.

    "Since it is necessary to distinguish, it is better to distinguish." He gritted his teeth. "I'll tell you today the difference between Lao Tzu and them."

    Jun Huailang slowed down for half a beat, looked at him a little dazedly, and asked: "What's the difference?"

    Xue Yan stared at him.

    He wanted to say that he liked him a long time ago, but he liked him but dared not say it. He only offered him the moon on the day and only dared to look up.

    But now he looked at Jun Huailang's cold eyes, but he couldn't say anything.

    He only always thought that Jun Huailang was the most soft-hearted person in the world, but now it seems that he clearly does not know people well.

    I was fine a few days ago, but now I just ask a few questions, I feel that I restrain him, and say that I will alienate myself if I finish my favor.

    This man's heart is as hard as a stone.

    Xue Yan's last sense of reason collapsed under Jun Huailang's eyes.

    He thought to himself, what the moon, **** it.

    The next moment, he pulled Jun Huailang in front of him.

    Following, a fierce, desperate kiss fell heavily on Jun Huailang's lips.

    The night was like water, and the dim lantern quietly fell to the ground.

    The mellow wine aroma diffuses instantly in the rapid and heavy breathing.