I Became the Heroine of Abusive Novel and Her Elder Brother

    …How could he help himself look hurt?

    Jun Huailang couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then hurriedly withdrew his arm, a rare bit of embarrassment in his cold expression.

    What happened?

    Just now, if Xue Yan hadn't pulled him, he would have fallen into that deep well.

    Because of his own impulse, he accidentally let the enemy of his previous life save his life. The hatred in the previous life has not yet occurred, and this life owes him the love first.

    Jun Huailang has never been so cramped. He withdrew his arm, lowered his eyes and said thank you coldly, then glanced sideways at Fuyi, turned and left.

    Fuyi understood and quickly followed him with the food box.

    After a while, the two disappeared into the dazzling maple forest.

    Xue Yan looked at his back.

    He glanced sideways at the little **** by the well, and turned to refill the bucket of water. The little **** seemed to be intimidated by Jun Huailang. After hesitating for a moment, he came forward, kicked up the water for Xue Yan, and brought it to the palace.

    But the little **** didn't dare to touch Xue Yan the whole time, as if he had seen some terrifying monster, he hurriedly put down the bucket and escaped.

    It is said that this person is a malefic who came into the world, and he is full of bad luck. Anyone who touches him will be unlucky. That suffocating might not kill the nobles, but it's impossible to say for a servant like me.

    It's better to stay away.

    Xue Yan is used to it. He walked into the hall and closed the door by himself.

      Silk, window screens and other objects, although they are still neat, are all damaged and faded, and even the edges are rotten.

    Through the broken window paper, you can see that the courtyard is deserted, and even the cracks of the floor tiles are full of weeds.

    Xue Yan walked directly to the bronze mirror, took off his robe, and tore the cloth stuck to his body with blood. He turned around, turned his head sideways, and looked at the bloody, rather terrifying back in the mirror indifferently, and then started to slowly clean it up with clean water in the bucket.

    The wound on the back is difficult to touch and especially laborious to clean. When he raised his arms, it also affected the texture of his back.

    When Jinbao pushed the door and came in, I saw this scene.

    The slender and tall boy stood in front of the mirror, with his upper body naked, when he turned his head sideways, he just showed a sharp profile face, frowned slightly, and looked at the bronze mirror indifferently. The wound on his back is quite terrifying, the muscles of his upper body are strong and firm, the muscles of his waist and abdomen are clearly defined, and the lines are tightened, like a beast lazily licking the wounds alone.

    Seeing the sound of pushing the door, Xue Yan didn't lift her eyes. While cleaning a bruise on her shoulder, she said softly, "Found it?"

    In his main hall, no one will come in except the most bullied Jinbao among the minions. Without looking up, he knew who it was.

    Jinbao closed the door, slapped a thousand in front of him tremblingly, and said, "Master, you really guessed correctly, it is indeed a letter from the little Weizi who bought it."

    Xue Yan finished cleaning the wound, picked up the medicinal powder on the table, raised his hand and put it on his back. The medicinal powder was brought by the border. Although it has miraculous effects, the medicinal properties are extremely strong, and it will cause piercing pain when applied to the wound.

    As soon as the powder was applied to the wound, Xue Yan gasped.

    Then he asked, "Where did he send the message?"

    Jinbao wiped his sweat carefully and said, "The servant saw that he had taken the items needed in the palace, and then went east. It took two hours to go back and forth, and it must be a long way. The place... no matter how many, the slaves will not dare to follow."

    "East side of the House of Internal Affairs..." Xue Yan turned his head and said slowly while applying medicine through the bronze mirror. "Two hours, a visit to Donghuamen is just right."

    When Jinbao heard the name, his shoulders shivered.

    Donghua Gate! Isn't that where the Dongji Factory is located? ...Could it be that he, he just followed Dongchang's Fanzi!

    It is said that Dongchang is ruthless, murderous, and has a thousand kinds of insidious tricks that make life worse than death... If the people who follow them are discovered, won't they be tortured to death by them !

    Xue Yan was still drooping her eyes and applying the medicine, thinking in a low voice: "Are you from Dongchang? They never care about the affairs of the palace, so what are they staring at me for?"

    He knows the current situation of the East Factory. Although the East Factory was established in the time of Taizu, it has always been the eyes and ears of the emperor, used to monitor the officials. But today's Qing Ping Emperor doesn't trust him. On the contrary, he has good eyes on the **** with a pen that serves him. Many of the efforts that belonged to Dongchang have been transferred to Lingfu by him.

    Could it be that the forces of these two eunuchs struggled, making Dongchang unable to withstand it, so they wanted to find a prince to be the backing of their palace...or rather, a chess piece?

    After all, the East Factory is notorious, and now it has no sacred heart. If it weren't for the will of the ancestors, it would have become a street rat. Ordinary princes, none of them are willing to contaminate them, only the prince who has royal blood, but exists in name only, can be used by them.

    If you can support him, then this **** can naturally be used as a backer. At that time, their Dongchang will no longer be sandwiched between eunuchs holding pen and courtiers, but can become a close minister of the emperor.

    If he guessed correctly, the people over there are planning to make a dangerous move. But now, they are secretly watching to find out, assessing the value and reliability of his prince.

    After all, a underdog who is bullied everywhere will rely on them, trust them, and will not defect.

    Xue Yan hooked her lips.

    Only by finding ways to stimulate them will they let them vent their malice in their hearts and show them to others.

    It's just that this big fish is very vigilant, wandering around but not biting the hook, and he needs to add more chips to make the other party feel that he is really pushed into a desperate situation before he will take advantage of him.

    At that time, who will use who will not be known.

    "What's going on in the East Factory recently?" Xue Yan asked.

    Jinbao did not move for a long time. Xue Yan frowned and raised his eyes. Looking through the mirror, he saw Jin Bao, who was kneeling on the ground, with another look of despair and hopelessness.

    Xue Yan was speechless for a while.

    He could see at a glance what the little **** was afraid of.

    Xue Yan turned his eyes away and continued to focus on his wounds. "The palace is the site of Lingfu, and the East Factory can't let anyone in. The messenger is just a small character who was bought by them. If he can't find you, he won't kill you."

    Jin Bao was born out of desperation, and his face was full of vitality again.

    "But you still need to keep staring at him." Xue Yan curled his lips and said indifferently. "Even if it's a small person, he's much smarter than you. If you don't pay attention, the people from the East Factory will naturally deal with you without a trace."

    "Master save me!" Jin Bao cried out in fright.

    Xue Yan didn't turn his head, put the used medicine bottle on the table and made a crisp sound.

    "Do as I say, and it won't let you die."

    —

    The dessert that the queen asked Jun Huailang to bring back was very suitable for Concubine Shu's taste, but it made Concubine Shu happy for a few days.

    But within a few days, the atmosphere of Mingluan Palace dropped to freezing point.

    Since Concubine Shu received an imperial edict that day, she cried a lot in the palace, no one persuaded her. Afterwards, the emperor came to see her once, but she was actually driven out by her, without letting him see her face.

    The Qing Ping Emperor had a good temper. Jun Huailang saw through the window that Concubine Shu was crying in the main hall, and Emperor Qing Ping was standing in the courtyard with a helpless expression, coaxing her through the window.

    If you put it in the past, Jun Huailang will definitely feel that the Qing Ping emperor's love for Concubine Shu is very long, which is moving.

    But Jun Huailang knew that the Qing Ping Emperor was using Concubine Shu to control some evil star. He used the other party behind his back, but he still had to find a high-sounding reason on the face, and put on a look of affection, which was really cold.

    Jun Huailang has never been so clearly aware of what is the most ruthless imperial family.

    No matter how deep his relationship with Concubine Shu was, it couldn't compare to an approval from the Qin Tianjian.

    However, Jun Linghuan was frightened by the low air pressure in the palace these days. Jun Huailang had to go to Wenhua Hall to study every day. Only Jun Linghuan and Concubine Shu were in the palace. Although Concubine Shu would not lose her temper at her, Jun Linghuan was sensitive and felt that her aunt was not at ease these days. Happy.

    "Who made my aunt unhappy?" One day when Jun Huailang returned from Wenhua Palace, Jun Linghuan threw himself into his arms and asked him in a low voice.

    Jun Huailang thought to himself, he is a stinky boy about the same age as your brother, who will plan to bully you in the future.

    He put his arms around Jun Ling and smiled happily, and said, "No one. It's the adults' business. Aunt will be fine in a few days."

    Jun Linghuan was relieved and nodded.

      "Today I played the piano for my aunt. She laughed at me for not being good at my skills."

    Jun Huailang couldn't help laughing and said with a smile: "Okay, then tomorrow Linghuan can't sleep late."

    Jun Linghuan nodded quickly.

    Jun Huailang has been intelligent since childhood, no matter whether it is poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting, there is nothing he is not proficient in. It is precisely because of this that his brilliant reputation spread in Chang'an a few years ago, and it is naturally no problem to teach Jun Linghuan to play the piano.

    In the early morning of the next day, Jun Huailang got up early and let Fuyi lead the piano to the pavilion in the courtyard.

    As soon as Fuyi opened the door, she exclaimed, turned around in surprise, and said to Jun Huailang, "Master, it's snowing!"

    "Is it snowing?" Jun Huailang was a little surprised and followed to the door. I saw that it was bright and sunny outside, and it was snowing. Now it's just winter, and the leaves in the yard haven't finished falling. At this time, a layer of snow has accumulated, and a gleaming white is covered on the green tiles and flying mats.

    The air is full of clear smell after snow. Jun Huailang took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at the high sky.

    Old age, he forgot that winter came especially early this year.