I Became the Heroine of Abusive Novel and Her Elder Brother

    Jun Huailang smiled and said half-jokingly, "Why don't you dare? Could it be that the soul of the goddess is so stingy that she doesn't even let anyone sit on the swing?"

    Fuyi hurriedly recited Amitabha Buddha to keep up with him, and said repeatedly: "I dare not say such a thing!"

    Jun Huailang smiled and walked straight forward.

    After passing a few palaces, there was a dazzling red maple in front of her. At this time, it was the most beautiful season of maple leaves, and a red that was almost burned suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and Fuyi took a deep breath.

    "It's so beautiful!" He whispered.

    Jun Huailang laughed: "Aren't you afraid of ghosts now?"

    At this moment, faint laughter and chatter came from the front.

    Jun Huailang looked up and saw a few little palace maids joking together from a distance. The swing in the maple forest was right there.

    It was a thousand years old, and the paint on it was mottled. A little palace maid stood unscrupulously above, swaying back and forth slowly. A few palace maids were sitting in the maple forest, nibbling on melon seeds and chatting with laughter.

    Which palace maid can be so leisurely?

    Jun Huailang couldn't help but look around, and saw a radius of several zhang, only the broken palace where the dead person was there, the door was depressed, full of dust and leaves, but it was not locked.

    Is this someone living or not holding back? Jun Huailang felt a little strange.

    At this moment, a palace maid saw him and pushed the companion beside him. Several palace maids stood up quickly, seeing that he was well-dressed but with a raw face, several palace maids looked at each other and exchanged glances, then sparsely saluted him and said, "See Your Highness."

    Jun Huailang just looked at the closed palace, and said casually, "I'm not a prince, I'm just..."

    Jun Huailang was stunned, and saw Xue Yan walking out of it alone.

    He carried a wooden barrel, pushed open the door and walked to the well at the door. There was a **** sitting beside the well. Seeing this, he didn't have any intention of going up to help. Instead, he moved to the side, for fear of bumping into him.

    Xue Yan didn't realize it, and walked slowly to the well, leaning over and hanging the barrel down. He bowed down, and Jun Huailang happened to see that the dark blood stains on his back had soaked through his robes.

    The scene in front of the Yongle Palace that night suddenly appeared in Jun Huailang's mind.

    From that day to today, only a few days have passed. That court rod can break human bones, and even if Xue Yan was fortunate enough not to hurt any bones or muscles, he would definitely be severely injured.

    The sound of the court stick hitting the flesh was still in Jun Huailang's ear.

    Xue Yan skillfully filled the water and shook the bucket upwards. Under the wrap of the robe, the muscular lines of his shoulders and back are clearly visible.

      The palace maids and eunuchs next to him seemed to have not seen him, and they did what they had to do. Only the palace maids standing in the same place had their eyes on Jun Huailang.

    No one cared how badly he was injured, and no one even regarded him as the master of the palace. Even if there is a stray dog ​​with a broken leg in front of him, these people are not necessarily so indifferent.

    Jun Huailang could see that every time he exerted force, the wound on his back would be affected, and more blood would leak out, causing his shoulders and back to tremble invisibly.

    Suddenly, his hand slipped, and the bucket suddenly sank, making a sudden and harsh sound.

    Jun Huailang was taken aback.

    When he came back to his senses, he somehow walked in front of Xue Yan, and his men were pressing the wooden handle in Xue Yan's hand.

    Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what he was doing.

    …what am I doing!

    Even if Xue Yan is in a difficult situation at this time, it is not the person who has hatred with him in his previous life that should be in charge!

    But when he lowered his eyes, he could see Xue Yan's hand holding the handle. The veins on the back of the hand are looming, slender and powerful, but revealing an unnatural paleness.

    "Get out of the way." He said coldly without raising his eyes.

    Xue Yan did not expect that the young master who he had not seen for a long time would appear in such a remote place.

    The young master seems to like wearing cyan. Today is a big cloak in crab shell green, the color is clean and light, especially for his delicate and indifferent face.

    He turned his face stubbornly, his expression was cold, and his voice was fierce. He was here to help, but he had to show a reluctance.

    Xue Yan really didn't expect him to mind his own business.

    He needs to draw water to clean the wound to prevent inflammation and festering. This level of pain is nothing to him, far from the point where he can't move. There is no need to fake someone else's hand for this trivial matter, and he is used to doing it alone.

    It's just a little more difficult, and the wound is torn open again, and it needs to go back and re-bandage, which is a little troublesome.

    But I didn't expect that this young master with glutinous rice stuffing would be moved with compassion?

    Suddenly, the heavy bucket suddenly lost its strength and fell down. Jun Huailang had never hit the water before, so he was caught off guard and couldn't hold it. The wooden handle in his hand was swayed many times. Wrapped in the well.

    Jun Huailang slipped and forgot to exclaim. He was suddenly plunged into the well by that force, it was a bottomless blackness, and the chill rushed up, wrapping him and dragging him down violently.

    Suddenly, his arm was grasped by a slender and powerful hand, lifted it up, and pulled it back steadily.

    When he recovered, the fear of death gradually dissipated, and his numb body gradually regained consciousness. His arm was so painfully bound by that hand that his elbow seemed to hit the edge of the well, throbbing and throbbing.

    Fuyi ran forward in exclamation. Xue Yan easily pulled Jun Huailang back, took him away from the well, and released him.

    "Master, are you okay? Did you bump into something!" Fuyi hurriedly came forward to check. As soon as he reached out and touched Jun Huailang's arm, Jun Huailang let out a sigh and hid his arm straight back.

    Fuyi quickly lifted his sleeves.

    A terrifying bruise appeared on her thin white arm. As a result of rubbing heavily on the edge of the well, the skin was broken, and a trace of blood was seeping out.

    Fuyi exclaimed.

    Xue Yan raised his eyebrows indiscernibly.

    This young master's flesh is so tender, but when he touched it, he hit such a big scar.

    It really is raised in the splendid pile, and it is more delicate than the porcelain.

     Immediately afterwards, he saw the young master put down his sleeves in embarrassment and covered the wound.

    Then, he looked cold, looked sideways at the **** beside him, and said coldly: "Are you blind? The palace gives you monthly money just to let you sit here and enjoy the shade. ?"

    For the first time, I found a person quite interesting and pleasing to the eye, and even... so cute.

    It's fleeting.

    And over there, Jun Huailang stood there with a cold and calm expression, but he was especially embarrassed.

      But not only did he fail to help, but he almost caused a catastrophe, and even saved his life from the murdered enemy in his previous life.

    It made him extraordinarily embarrassed.

    Jun Huailang reluctantly calmed down, looking at the group of palace servants who had recovered and knelt on the ground, kowtow to him and begged for mercy, said coldly: "Even if I am not the prince, today If something happens here, none of you will be able to run away. What's more, the Fifth Highness, even if he is not favored again, if an accident happens today, which of you will have a chance to survive until tomorrow?"

     Jun Huailang's words are true. Even if the emperor doesn't want to see Xue Yan again, he is a legitimate prince. If he is dead and disabled, even if the emperor does not want to pursue it, the government and the public will not agree with the historian watching.

    It's just that Xue Yan's life is particularly hard, no matter how hard he tries, he can't die.

    When the group of palace servants heard the words, they all trembled with fear. Jun Huailang looked at it and found it ridiculous, and continued: "The grievance between the emperor and the fifth highness is a matter of the royal family. What does it have to do with you?

    Jun Huailang has no intention of entanglement with them. Anyway, it won't be long before Xue Yan will move to Concubine Shu's palace, so he just needs to find out who did it.

    He coldly asked one of the palace servants to quickly go to the imperial hospital to ask for a doctor, and then ordered the palace servants to quickly fetch water and send it in, then turned around and prepared to leave.

    But she was caught off guard into Xue Yan's eyes.

    Amber pupils, distinctly light in color, but not bottomless.

    Jun Huailang recalled the embarrassment that he could not help himself and almost fell into the well.

    He thought to himself, hurry up, let’s just pretend that what happened today never happened.

    But before he turned to leave, Xue Yan stepped forward before him. Jun Huailang couldn't dodge in time, and as soon as he grabbed his arm, his sleeve was pulled up, and the terrifying scar was exposed again.

    Jun Huailang quickly pulled his arm back. But Xue Yan didn't exert much force, but he couldn't move, he could only let him hold his arm, and then saw a slender hand land on his wound, he searched a little for the position, and then squeezed hard. .

    Jun Huailang was caught off guard and exhaled in pain.

    He pressed it with extreme precision, right in the middle of his scar, and rubbed it a few times with precision. Before Jun Huailang could speak, he saw Xue Yan raised his eyes, looked down at him, and said lightly, "It's okay, no bones were hurt."