...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.

Due to 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 had never been so cramped before. 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.

In just a moment, the two disappeared into the dazzling maple forest.

Xue Yan looked at his back.

Although the little peacock walked calmly and had straight shoulders and looked quite arrogant, it still made him see a little cramped, but it was kind of funny and cute.

The corners of Xue Yan's lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were lightly withdrawn.

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

But the little eunuch 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 star who came into the world, and he is all unlucky, and 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.

Better stay away.

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

This main hall is quite spacious, with eight rooms in horizontal direction, two entrances in the front and the rear, but it is empty, only some furniture left by the previous owner, which is already outdated. 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 in the floor tiles are full of weeds.

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

Back wounds are hard 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, he saw this scene.

The slender and slender boy stood in front of the mirror, cocking his upper body. 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 licking the wound lazily 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, "Have you found it?"

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

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

Xue Yan finished cleaning the wound, picked up the 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 gritted his teeth and drew a breath.

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 he needed in the palace, and then he went east. It took two hours to go back and forth, and it must be a very far place... more, The slave did not dare to follow."

"East side of the House of Internal Affairs..." Xue Yan tilted 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.

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

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

Xue Yan was still taking the medicine with his eyes down, thinking in a low voice, "Is it someone from Dongchang? They have never been able to control the affairs of the palace, so what are they staring at me for?"

He knows something about 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 a good eye for the pen-pen eunuch who is serving him. Many of the efforts that belonged to Dongchang have been transferred to Lingfu by him.

Could it be that the fighting between these two eunuchs made 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, Dongchang was already notorious, and now it doesn't have the Sacred Heart. If it weren't for the will of the Taizu, it would have become a rat crossing the street long ago. 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 he can be supported, then this chess piece 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 take a risky 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 at the same time will not defect.

Xue Yan hooked his lips.

The people in the palace loathe whoever it is, and seldom do it on the bright side. Only by finding ways to stimulate them will they let them vent their malice in their hearts and show them to others.

He used the second prince's waste to make this bitter plan, which can be regarded as attracting a big fish. 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 can take advantage of him.

At that time, it is unknown who will use whom.

"What happened to 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 eunuch was afraid of.

Xue Yan turned his eyes away and continued to concentrate on his wounds. "The palace is the site of Lingfu, and the East Factory cannot let anyone in. The person who reported the letter is just a small character who was bought by them. If he can't find you, he will also lose your life."

Jinbao was born out of desperation, and his face showed 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 back, and put the used medicine bottle on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Do as I say, and naturally 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.

Ever since Concubine Shu received an imperial decree that day, she cried a lot in the palace, and it was useless to persuade her. Afterwards, the emperor came to see her once, but she was actually driven out by her, without letting him see her face.

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

If it was put in the past, Jun Huailang would definitely feel that Emperor Qing Ping's love for Concubine Shu was not long, and it was moving.

But Jun Huailang knew that Emperor Qing Ping was simply using Concubine Shu to suppress 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 had never been so clearly aware of what the most ruthless imperial family was.

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

On the contrary, Jun Linghuan had been frightened a little by the low air pressure in the palace these few 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?" Jun Huailang came back from Wenhua Palace one day, and when Jun Linghuan threw himself into his arms, he 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, smiled and said, "No one. It's the adults' business, and my aunt will be fine in a few days."

Jun Linghuan was relieved and nodded.

"Then brother will rest tomorrow, and come teach Linghuan to play the piano, okay? There is a big table in the pavilion in the yard, just enough to put down brother's piano." Jun Linghuan said again. "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 was intelligent since he was a child, no matter whether it is poetry, poetry or painting and calligraphy, 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 second day, Jun Huailang got up early and let Fuyi lead someone to put the violin into the pavilion in the courtyard.

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

"It's 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 yet. 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 after-snow smell. Jun Huailang took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at the high sky.

As he got older, he had forgotten that winter came especially early this year.