I Became the Heroine of Abusive Novel and Her Elder Brother

    The next morning, Jun Huailang had a splitting headache.

    In the hazy, before opening his eyes, he first raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing forehead.

    I drank a bit too much yesterday. Although he never looked drunk when he was drunk, but once he drank too much, the hangover was very severe.

    He let out a slow breath, pressed his forehead, and rubbed slowly.

    He became a little more conscious, and then he felt a little pain in his lips.

    He retracted his hand on his forehead and touched his lips.

    …Broken.

    Suddenly, the memories of last night came flooding in like a tide, making Jun Huailang wake up instantly.

    Although he is drunk, he will not be cut off.

    So what happened last night, he remembered clearly.

    After he sent Shen Liufeng home, he returned home. Halfway through the road, Xue Yan stood there waiting for him, and then he chased away the little servant who was following him.

    I said something to him, but it was all nonsense... Or, he only used it to persuade himself, but he couldn't let others hear it, but he told the truth after drinking and told Xue Yan listened.

    And then...

    Jun Huailang couldn't help but move the hand that pressed his lips, gently rubbing his lips.

    He was almost breathless from the kiss, and the wound on his lips... was also bitten by Xue Yan at that time.

    Jun Huailang's mind became a mess.

    At this moment, Fuyi heard the movement in Jun Huailang's bed tent.

    He carefully opened a small gap in the bed tent and said softly, "Young master woke up so early? You ate too much wine yesterday, so why not sleep again?"

    Dim light penetrated through the bed tent, and it was never bright.

    Jun Huailang hummed, paused, and then said, "...How did I get back last night?"

    His memory of yesterday only stopped at that kiss.

    Jun Huailang's hand clenched the quilt tightly.

    Fuyi whispered and said, "Ah, His Royal Highness King Guangling sent you back."

    …Sure enough.

    Fuyi continued: "I also saw a wound on the young master's lips, so I asked the prince what happened."

    Jun Huailang tightened his hand on the quilt.

    “…what did he say?” His voice hoarse.

    The light was dim, and Fuyi could not see his stiffness and nervousness at this time, so he said to himself: "Ah, the lord said it, let me ask you tomorrow."

    Jun Huailang pursed her lips.

    "Master, do you remember how you did it?" Fu Yi asked along the way.

    Jun Huailang gritted his teeth.

    It was bitten by a dog, he thought.

    "Knock." He spoke slowly, word by word. "There was a gap in the wine glass yesterday, and it was knocked on the glass."

    Fashioned in response.

    "The young master will go to sleep then?" he said. "A little later, the slave will call the young master to get up again."

    Jun Huailang closed his eyes and responded.

    Put down the bed tent.

    At this moment, Jun Huailang spoke again.

    “Fuck your clothes,” he said.

    "You said, young master." Fuyi asked hurriedly.

    Jun Huailang in the bed tent gritted his teeth.

    "From today, no one in the courtyard of King Guangling is allowed to come." He said. "Including King Guangling."

    —

    Jinbao came a few times.

    The master of his family is inexplicable, sitting in the study all day in a daze, and then looking for some messy things to send to His Royal Highness.

    What to eat fruit, books, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, rare treasures, Jinbao only thinks that he is a good seller.

    However, he did get stopped every time.

    He and Fuyi have a good relationship, and he asked several times, but Fuyi said he didn't know.

    "It was like this when I came back that night, and I really don't know what happened." Fuyi said sincerely.

    So, Jinbao came back one after another.

    However, his master doesn't blame him. Seeing that he brought back the things he sent intact, he was fined a little bit, as if he didn't see it, and arranged for him to do other things as if nothing had happened.

    But it won't be long before I let him deliver it.

    Even if you have a thick skin, you can't stand it.

    How many times a day can you eat closed doors, who can stand it?

    Finally, Jinbao finally protested when he brought back the things he sent back intact.

    He shook his legs and said to Xue Yan cautiously: "Master... People say that as long as they are from us, they will not be allowed to enter."

    Xue Yan's hand holding the pen stopped.

    After a while, he dipped in the ink as if nothing had happened, and asked, "…Where is the prince?"

    Jin Bao said: "I heard from the people in their courtyard that they went to the academy early in the morning."

    Xue Yan was speechless.

    Jinbao waited for a while, and seeing that his master really had no intention of speaking, he cautiously suggested: "Master... If you really want to send something to His Highness, why don't you go there in person?"

    After all, according to the current form, Jinbao guarantees that it must be the master who provoked His Highness.

    The love debt he recruited, why bother yourself.

    Besides, no matter how daring the people in Junhuailang's courtyard are, how dare they stop this living King of Hell? As long as he pushes hard, he appoints someone who can see His Royal Highness.

    Xue Yan was silent.

    After a while, he slowly let out a breath and lowered his head.

    “Wait,” he said. "...He definitely doesn't want to see me now."

    Jinbao: ? ?

    So after this day, Jun Huailang went to the academy every day after leaving early in the morning and returning late.

    He has nowhere else to go. The dam is being repaired, and there is Xue Yan in the yamen. He had to go to the academy every day, feigning success with the students of the academy, reading those things that he had been familiar with in his previous life.

    On that day, Jun Huailang was passing by the gate of the academy and happened to hear a scholar talking eloquently.

    "Don't read only a few thin copies of the Four Books and Five Classics, but all the difficulties in the world can be solved by them!"

    When Jun Huailang heard the words, he smiled and shook his head.

    Once upon a time, he thought so too. But only later did I realize that the real hard things in the world cannot be solved by anyone.

    The principles in the Four Books and Five Classics can't be done, even if Confucius and Mencius were alive, they couldn't do it.

    For example, the precarious fate of his family in his previous life.

    His father was killed, his mother committed suicide, and the whole family fell on him. Fortunately, he had already passed the imperial examinations, entered the court, and won the trust of Emperor Qingping.

    But the trust of emperors alone is not enough. He came from an aristocratic family, and he has always been the target of criticism from the Jiang Dang, who came from a poor family. Every few days, several books of impeachment against him will appear in the imperial case. He didn't want to be in trouble with the Xu family, and the Xu family was also afraid of him.

    On the other hand, the people around him could only see Xuanhe of the Jun family, he was young and promising.

    He was isolated in the court, and after a long time, the Qing Ping Emperor would also get tired of it. Since then, the country has been shaken, he can't even change the fate of his sister, and he watched his younger brother die for the country. There are only two brothers and sisters left in the whole house, and a group of relatives who are counting on him to live.

    ...Like him in this life.

    He can't even control his own heart, and he wants to fall in love with the enemy who defiled his sister in his previous life.

    In the past few days, he has been pulling himself together, and no one can teach him what to do.

    For several days, Jun Huailang's mood fell to the bottom of the valley.

    And Jinling was not sunny for a few days, and it rained one after another.

    Usually, Jun Huailang would only go to the dam occasionally when it rained, and would not really waste time in the academy.

    But the official road next to the dam is still surrounded by roads, and Jun Huailang can't go there, so he still goes to the academy every day.

    The rain was so heavy that I could not walk, so I had to take a carriage. But when it rains, there will be more carriages on the road. Every day after class, he will be stuck at the gate of the academy for a long time before he can stumble on the road.

    This made Jun Huailang not in a good mood at first, and even more anxious.

     Until this day.

    On this day, Jun Huailang's carriage squeezed out on the narrow road at the entrance of the academy, and after a while, it was blocked again.

    "...What's wrong?" Jun Huailang couldn't help frowning and asked.

    I heard the driver in front say: "Back to the young master, there is a team transporting stones ahead, and it looks like it is heading north."

    "North?"

    Jun Huailang opened the curtain and looked out.

    In the misty rain curtain, a group of people did pass by. The flatbed truck was laden with gravel and covered with tarpaulin.

    Jun Huailang's eyes darkened.

    How can there be such a heavy rain to build a road? Not only is the vision blurred, but the workers are also rushing to work in the rain. In addition, the gravel for road construction should be mixed with water, and the ratio of gravel to water should be well adjusted, otherwise the hardness of the road surface will be affected.

    It is raining and water is falling from the sky, no one can control the amount, how can they build a road at this time?

    Neither his father nor the prefect of Shen would be so foolish.

    Jun Huailang buckled the carriage and said to the driver, "Go and find someone from them."

    The driver responded, held up his umbrella and jumped out of the car.

    Their carriage belongs to the governor's mansion, so it can be seen from a distance that it belongs to the official family. The team did not dare to neglect, and immediately stopped.

    After a while, the one in the lead trotted all the way to Jun Huailang's car in the rain.

    "This official, what did you order?" The man stood outside the car.

    Jun Huailang opened the curtain and saw a big man standing outside.

    "Who is in charge of building your roads?" Jun Huailang asked. "It's raining so hard, why are you rushing to deliver the stones?"

    The man paused, and in the heavy rain, Jun Huailang could not see the expression on his face.

    "This is something the officials don't know. The adults in the government office have pressed the construction schedule and transporting the stones is troublesome.

    Jun Huailang asked: "Which adult reminds me?"

    The man smiled embarrassedly and said: "This, the villain is a commoner, and I can't recognize any adults. I only listen to the orders of the official in the black gauze hat."

    Jun Huailang frowned.

    In this case, there is nothing in his mouth.

    Although he also hopes that the official road can be repaired sooner, if such a reckless rush to the construction period, there will be an accident sooner or later.

    He instructed: "It's fine for delivery, but when it rains, don't rush to work."

    That person should be.

    Jun Huailang nodded and said, "Go."

    Seeing that he had been in the rain for a long time, Jun Huailang still took out the spare oil umbrella on the carriage and handed it to the man.

    The man thanked him repeatedly and walked away with an umbrella.

    The moment he held up the umbrella, the face that had been blurred by the heavy rain suddenly became clear.

    Jun Huailang was taken aback.

    I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that the foreman's facial features...

    Looks a bit vicious.