I Became the Heroine of Abusive Novel and Her Elder Brother

    At night, although the snow had stopped, the wind was howling outside the window. The cold wind rustled the snow in the courtyard, making the window paper rattle.

    The main hall of Mingluan Palace is connected to the earth dragon of the east side hall. It burned a few days ago, but it was very warm. But Jun Linghuan was frightened by the howling wind, and insisted that Jun Huailang accompany her and tell her stories.

    Jun Huailang was a little absent-minded.

    Dian Cui was abnormal today, he scrutinized it a few times, and he felt a little drum in his heart.

    According to Concubine Shu's character, although she is arrogant and domineering, she does not rarely do things that are deliberately embarrassing. She seldom intervenes in large and small affairs, and leaves it to Dian Cui to handle it.

    What if Dian Cui made an assertion and did some evil things in her name?

    Thinking of the mysterious death of Concubine Shu in her previous life, Jun Huailang felt a little restless.

    What's more, it's really cold today. Although the dragons were burning in their halls, cold winds still penetrated through the cracks of the windows, bringing a chill to the bones.

    Jun Huailang could not forget Xue Yan's thin clothes and the pitiful luggage in the hand of the little **** who followed him.

    Jun Huailang fought with himself in his heart.

    At this moment, Jun Linghuan shook his arm and asked, "Brother, then what?"

    Jun Huailang was taken aback: "Huh?"

    Jun Linghuan asked again: "Then the scholar met the snake monster on the way to the exam, and then what?"

    Jun Huailang only realized that he had just stopped halfway through the story.

    He apologized softly: "Sorry, my brother was a little absent-minded today. Said that the scholar encountered a heavy rain on the way and was trapped on the boat."

    Jun Linghuan opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "What is your brother thinking?"

    As soon as Jun Huailang lowered his head, he met those clear eyes, and he couldn't hide the concern inside. His heart was sour, and he felt that his thoughts of being a woman were too sorry for the humiliation Jun Linghuan suffered in his previous life.

    He said in a low voice, "Brother just now, I want to go to the west side hall to see that brother who just moved here."

    Jun Linghuan said as it should be: "Then brother, let's go. I heard from the palace ladies and sisters two days ago that the dragon in the west side hall is broken, and the room is cold. They went to clean for two days and got frostbite on their hands."

    Jun Huailang paused and said in a low voice, "But he's a bad guy."

    Jun Linghuan asked nervously: "What bad thing did he do?"

    This made Jun Huailang unable to answer. He paused for a moment and said truthfully: "Although he has done nothing wrong now, he will do it in the future."

    Speaking, he added: "It will do very bad things."

    Jun Linghuan will never doubt Jun Huailang's words. She gave a long ooh, but instead began to think hard.

    After thinking about it for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out: "Brother, if he is not born a bad person, why did he become bad?"

    Jun Huailang couldn't say anything.

    For a long time, he did not answer Jun Linghuan's question, but instead asked, "Linghuan, what if he has a grudge against his brother in the future?"

    Jun Linghuan was stopped by his question and couldn't answer for a long time. After a while, she asked, "Can't you not have a grudge against him?"

    "But my brother needs revenge." Jun Huailang said.

    Jun Ling laughed happily, and said, "Didn't my brother say that he will have revenge in the future? How will he repay his revenge in the future?"

    Jun Huailang had a meal.

    He had to admit that Jun Linghuan was right. No matter how wicked Xue Yan was in his previous life, he really didn't do anything in this life.

    Jun Linghuan suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled at the hem of his clothes.

    "Brother, compared with revenge, Ling Huan still wants you to be safe." Jun Linghuan said. "If he's a bad person, brother, don't provoke him, okay?"

    Jun Huailang had a meal.

    Then, when he saw Jun Linghuan pouting, he muttered in a low voice, "How can my brother fight against the bad guys, what should I do if my brother is bullied."

    Jun Huailang paused for a while, one thing that had been stuck in his heart seemed to be slowly melting away.

    Indeed, all kinds of past lives have not happened yet.

    If he goes against his own nature and always opposes Xue Yan, and sees him being bullied with cold eyes, he will become revenge against him instead. As long as he does not have the ability to kill him, he will inevitably rise as in his previous life, and the Jun family will still face the disaster of extinction.

    Compared with entangled with the cause and effect of the previous life, protecting his family is the most important thing he should do in this life.

    Now, he indulges Xue Yan to be mistreated by Concubine Shu, and in the end Xue Yan will hate Concubine Shu. If the death of Concubine Shu in the previous life was related to Xue Yan, and if he was not fully sure to stop him in this life, then he was not indulging Xue Yan's suffering, but indulging Concubine Shu's death in the future.

    Jun Huailang sat up.

    "Then Ling Huan will wait for brother here, okay?" Jun Huailang said. "Brother, go there and see."

    Jun Linghuan nodded obediently.

    Jun Huailang got up, put on a heavy cloak and cloak, asked the maid to bring a lamp for him, and walked out alone.

    "Young master, it's so late, where are you going?" Fu Yi, who was waiting in the corridor, hurried up to greet him.

    "I'll take a look at the West Side Palace." Jun Huailang said lightly. "I'll go by myself, I don't have to follow."

    Fuyi was a little worried, but when he heard that he was not going out of the palace, he had to answer, and hurriedly went to get a silver carved small hand stove and stuffed it in Jun Huailang's hand .

    Jun Huailang looked down and saw that the pattern was exquisite and unique, and at first glance it was something for women. He raised his hand and wanted to shove the stove back, but Fuyi didn't pick it up, and said, "Young master, just take it! It's so cold outside, what if you're cold and sick!"

    Jun Huailang had no choice but to hold the lamp in one hand and the stove in the other, facing the cold wind, and walked towards the West Side Hall.

    Concubine Shu had fallen asleep in the main hall, the lights were turned off, and the courtyard was pitch black. And the west side hall is also dark, not even a single star of lights.

    Jun Huailang thought, did he fall asleep already?

      something happened.

    As he got closer, Jun Huailang saw the situation there.

    He lives in the room at the farthest corner of the West Side Hall. The door looks very thin and the windows are not tightly closed. This should have been a small warehouse in the past, but because the door was not closed tightly, things were always lost, so Diancui moved everything away, leaving an empty house.

    This house looks like other houses from a distance, with green tiles and flying rods, but when you get closer, you can see that the window paper is all torn, and it squeaks in the wind.

    Jinbao wrapped himself in several layers of clothes, still like a big zongzi, watching the night at the door and taking a nap under the porch. He was dizzy from the cold, half awake, and he didn't notice when Jun Huailang came.

    Jun Huailang did not wake him up either. He stood under the porch for a while, and then planned to take a look at the window. If there was nothing wrong, he would go back quietly.

    If you want to come to Xue Yan, there will be no major incident.

    Thinking like this, he walked to the window and glanced in through the fist-sized hole.

     Immediately afterwards, he was stunned.

    The room was dark. With the lamp in his hand, he saw Xue Yan with his back to the door and window, lying on a hardwood bed without a tent, not even a quilt. He was thinly dressed and seemed motionless, but upon closer inspection, he could see that he was wrapping his shoulders, trembling slightly, as if he was holding back something.

    It looked like an abandoned dog in the corner, it was very pitiful.

    Jun Huailang's teeth clenched involuntarily. Immediately afterwards, he held the lamp, pushed the door and walked in.

    The room is very small, with only one bed and one table, and the rooms for those who want to come to the palace are better than here. When Jun Huailang walked in, he found that the sun was not only cold here, but there was also a tide, which was colder than it was outside.

    He walked to the bed in two steps.

    Xue Yan left a habit on the battlefield in the early years. Even in his sleep, he was very alert and would wake up when he heard the slightest movement. The moment the door was pushed open, he opened his eyes, and conditioned reflexively, he took the dagger under the pillow with one hand, and prepared to attack the intruder's throat with the other.

    The shadow drew near, with a warm orange glow.

    The next moment, Xue Yan's hand holding the dagger froze in place.

    Because, a white brocade cloak with body temperature came down and wrapped him. The soft fluffy fox fur encircled his cheeks, warm like a hallucination.

    Xue Yan was a little stunned.

     Immediately afterwards, he came back to his senses, raised his hand to touch the cold sweat on his forehead, and remembered what happened just now.

    He lived here, but there was nothing in the house. He is not afraid of cold, that kind of feeling that is unbearable to others is not a pain to him.

    But what he couldn't tell was that he was afraid of the dark.

    In the twelfth lunar month of the beginning of the year, he took a team of Yanyun Iron Cavalry to defend the city gate for a month, and then he kept the elite power of Yanyun Iron Cavalry and moved them to a safe area. And the last battle was in the middle of the night when I could not see my fingers.

    They saved Xue Yan's life with their lives.

    The last guard of King Yan was by his side, half of his face was bloody, and only his last breath was left. The man repeatedly told him that he had to go back alive and climb to the pinnacle of power in order to recover Yan County and avenge King Yan.

    He was buried in the corpse overnight, surrounded by darkness and could see nothing.

    Until dawn, the guard used his last strength in the dark to push him out of the dead pile and let him escape. At that time, the main force of the Turks had just withdrawn, and he stood there alone, surrounded by unburned beacon fires.

    At last there is light.

    He didn't know how many people he killed, and he made a **** way by himself.

    Since then, he has been afraid of the dark. At any time, he can endure anything, as long as there is still a little light.

    But that night, the clouds covered the moon, and there was no light at all. He asked Jinbao to fetch a candle, but no one answered Jinbao.

    Until someone comes.

    Xue Yan raised his hand unconsciously and stroked the soft fur on his neckline. The warm cloak carried a faint fragrance of grass and trees, like those white birches that were thin and thin but could withstand the cold wind in the winter days in the suburbs of Yan County.

    He saw the cold and handsome boy, put the lamp in his hand on the table, and turned around.