Jun Huailang woke up a little at this time, and he could clearly see the situation in the room at this time.

He saw Concubine Shu's face full of tears but was relieved, saw the surprise of the imperial doctor kneeling on the ground, and Dian Cui turned around unnaturally and was about to go out. Before Concubine Shu took back her life, she went to do what she had just ordered.

Jun Huailang stopped her immediately.

"Aunt Cui, I'm a little thirsty," he said in a hoarse voice.

This time, he has vaguely discovered that it is despicable to pretend to be stupid, but it is really useful.

Dian Cui was stopped by him, so she turned around awkwardly, poured him a cup of tea, and handed it to him: "His Royal Highness is finally awake, but the empress is worried."

"It's just the wind." Jun Huailang said, sipping half a glass of water slowly, and then asked in a feigned doubt. "Aunt Diancui, where did you go just now?"

Diancui paused and looked at Concubine Shu.

Concubine Shu knew that Jun Huailang was just frozen, she was relieved, and she didn't want him to hear those secrets. She wiped her tears and said, "Just let her lead the imperial doctor to prescribe the medicine."

As she said that, she squinted at the imperial doctor: "Why don't you go quickly?"

The imperial doctor seemed to be amnesty, and he responded again and again, got up from the ground, and smiled at Diancui, "I also ask this aunt to lead the way."

Diancui gritted his teeth secretly and took him out.

At this time, the palace maid guarding the door dared to say cautiously: "Miss, the Fifth Highness and Director Zheng are here."

Concubine Shu wiped away her tears and said softly, "Let them in."

The palace maid hurriedly responded, and only then did the two of them come in.

"What happened last night?" Concubine Shu asked.

Xue Yan didn't speak, and Zheng Guangde didn't dare to speak when he stood beside him. After a while, Concubine Shu became impatient, picked up a chayote on the table next to it and smashed it at Zheng Guangde: "Are you dumb?"

Jun Huailang hurriedly wanted to speak. He was a little anxious, his throat tightened, and he coughed again. This time it wasn't pretentious, he coughed up an unnatural flush on his face and tears welled up in his eyes.

Concubine Shu hurried to see him.

A pair of icy amber eyes, which had always stayed out of the way, fell on him unconsciously.

Then, Jun Huailang temporarily stopped coughing, hoarse his voice, and first smiled to comfort Concubine Shu: "It's okay, Auntie, it's just that her throat is a little itchy."

Concubine Shu hurriedly called a palace maid: "After going to ask the imperial doctor to prescribe the medicine, I will fry a pair of medicine and send it before leaving."

Jun Huailang raised his eyes again, the tears in his eyes hadn't disappeared, and looked at Xue Yan: "I only thought of it when I saw you. Yesterday, my cloak fell on you, and if it is convenient, please help me deliver it. return."

A cloak is not worth much, but Jun Huailang wants to start a conversation and tell Concubine Shu what Zheng Guangde did not dare to say.

Sure enough, Concubine Shu asked, "What cloak?"

Jun Huailang smiled and said casually, "I saw the Fifth Prince come down yesterday, and I was a little curious, so I went to check it out before going to bed. Seeing that there were no earth dragons or charcoal fires in his room, and no quilt was prepared on the bed, I will lend the cloak to the Fifth Highness first."

Having said this, he smiled shyly: "Who knew that he would be cold and sick."

Concubine Shu frowned and looked at Zheng Guangde.

"That's how you arranged it?" Concubine Shu's voice was cold.

She got the imperial decree, but she couldn't get it right. She has been losing her temper for a while, and everything is left to the servants to arrange.

But she doesn't like this kid, it doesn't mean she will abuse him.

I hated him, so he let him wear less clothes, and he didn't even have a bed or bedding in his palace. This kind of thing was too bad, she could never do it.

Zheng Guangde complained bitterly in his heart, and said quickly: "It's all negligence of the servants, the servants will go to re-arrange the residence for the Fifth Highness! Empress, rest assured, the servants will definitely arrange it properly!"

Jun Huailang added: "Let's make some clothes for him. I don't think His Royal Highness has a few luggage, so he probably didn't bring a few sets of clothes to keep out the cold."

Zheng Guangde responded quickly.

Xue Yan stood beside him and said nothing like an outsider. The conversation of these people seemed to have nothing to do with him, and he did not speak up.

But he heard it all.

He looked at the young master of the Jun family, like a little fox, with a few words, he counted all the people into it.

And his purpose was actually to seek benefits for a person he had never known before.

Xue Yan never cared about this. Even if no one cared, it would be nothing for him to live in that cold and damp wing for a winter. Last night was a complete accident. It won't take long for him to find a way to get a candle for himself, and the only thing he's afraid of is gone.

But this young master was more anxious than himself. Obviously still ill, the first thing to do is to fight for those irrelevant interests for himself.

A strange feeling appeared in Xue Yan's heart. It was a little hot and numb, like an organ that had been frozen for a long time and had not been conscious for a long time. It was suddenly warmed up and felt alive again.

He suddenly remembered the cloak that was draped over him last night. It was warm and soft, with the fragrance of birch.

He has been walking alone in the cold night for a long time. Although he is not afraid of cold, it is not that he does not like warmth.

...just never felt it.

His normally calm mind suddenly became a little chaotic. He glanced at Jun Huailang, and saw that he was lying there sickly, drinking hot water in small sips, coughing from time to time, and a layer of sweat on his forehead.

Xue Yan suddenly woke up again.

Although Jun Huailang insisted that he was suffering from frostbite, Xue Yan would not forget that he was an evil star, and he was born to bring bad luck to others. Whether Jun Huailang's illness was brought to him by himself, no one can say for sure.

After all, the people around him are indeed plagued with bad luck, and none of them will end well, it is a fact.

He is different from any normal person. This kind of accidental warmth is not what he should think about.

He should be sober, he never deserved it.

——

Jun Huailang had been ill for several days and gradually recovered, but he still had nightmares when he slept. In the dream, he seemed to be someone, but it wasn't himself. When he woke up, he was always cold and sweaty, but he couldn't remember what happened in the dream.

Jun Huailang did not dare to tell anyone.

He was born again, and naturally he didn't believe in the rumor that Xue Yan would kill the people around him. Even if Xue Yan is a malevolent star, it is the kind that kills people like numbness and is vicious and violent, and can kill people by not relying on fate.

Nightmare naturally has nothing to do with Xue Yan.

Jun Linghuan was only allowed to enter his house when Jun Huailang was almost healed.

Jun Linghuan's eyes were red, and as soon as she entered the door, she was about to cry, so scared that Jun Huailang hurried to coax her. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his brother, Jun Linghuan was relieved and began to talk to Jun Huailang about the trivialities of the past few days.

Jun Huailang just sat and listened to Jun Linghuan's chatter, and couldn't help but smile.

He thought to himself that compared with his previous life, everything was indeed getting better. Now that Xue Yan owes him such a big favor, and Concubine Shu has no one to bully him, forgive him, no matter how rude he is, he will never be able to do what he did in his previous life...

At this moment, Fuyi said at the door, "Young master, the fifth prince has come down."

Xue Yan?

Jun Huailang paused, then reflexively wanted to hide Jun Linghuan.

But then, he came back to his senses and felt that his idea was too naive. It is impossible for Xue Yan to not see Jun Linghuan even in the same palace.

...Although he still hoped that the two of them would never see each other in this life.

"Please come in." Jun Huailang cleared his throat and said warmly.

Then, he saw Xue Yan walk in. The robes on his body were new, and at first glance, he knew that Zheng Guangde did not dare to perfunctory, and used the tribute Shu brocade at the bottom of the press box.

What he was holding in his hand was the cloak of Jun Huailang.

"Are you here to deliver clothes?" Jun Huailang was a little surprised. He used the cloak as an excuse that day, said what he had to say, and forgot about the dress.

Xue Yan hummed.

Fuyi was about to come to pick it up, but saw Jun Huailang walk forward naturally and pick up the cape: "It's hard for you to run."

"Brother, is this the older brother who moved here that day?" Jun Linghuan looked up at Xue Yan and asked.

Jun Huailang's heart pounded with alarm bells.

His hand gripping the cloak tightened. Then, he looked at Jun Linghuan, clenched his teeth, but smiled gently on his face.

He touched the top of Jun Linghuan's hair and said, "Yeah. This brother will be my aunt's child in the future. After all, he is Huan'er's cousin. In the future, Huan'er will have an older brother. Like me, he is your own brother."

Jun Huailang deliberately gritted the words "brother".

He didn't believe it, and because of this relationship, Xue Yan could still have any nasty thoughts about his "pro" sister.

If he can still have that kind of thoughts, it means that he is really not a human being, and he will kill him if he fights to his death.

But over there, Xue Yan was stunned.

He looked at Jun Huailang's natural and gentle smile, and the words he said, as if he had drawn a line and circled himself into the field beside him.

It's like he has relatives from now on, and he is no longer alone. This feeling was strange and unfamiliar to Xue Yan.

Then, he heard the little girl ask, "Oh—then will Huan'er have an older brother in the future?"

Jun Huailang smiled and said, "Yes, this brother will love Huan'er like me in the future."

Having said that, he raised his head to look at Xue Yan, his eyes filled with a gentle smile, and asked, "Is that so?"

There was a subtle threat in his tone.

He didn't expect to wait for Xue Yan's answer. He knew that this person had a cool and withdrawn personality, and he didn't talk much, so he would definitely not make it.

He just wanted to tell Xue Yan his attitude.

I gave him a cloak a few days ago, but I still get sick because of it these few days. I didn't forget to change his house while I was sick, and now I want to share with him my cute and cute sister who is the best in the world.

If Xue Yan is still not a human being, then he will lose his conscience.

But he didn't notice that Xue Yan's eyes, which were full of ill-will, tyranny and calculation, were somewhat empty at this time.

He met Jun Huailang's smile and suddenly felt a little dazed.

He thought to himself that this time, he smiled at himself, and this smile was not stolen by himself.

His heart was tensed, and a fire burned, so hot that he couldn't sit still, and even wanted to give something in return for it.

Anything will do, as long as he has it.

After all, only those who have experienced Xue Yan's life for more than ten years can understand how rare this kind of sincere and disgusting smile is facing him.

Therefore, Xue Yan was acting like a ghost, and hummed in a low voice.

Jun Huailang was taken aback: "Huh?"

He thought he had heard it wrong, but the next moment, he saw Xue Yan raised his hand and put it on Jun Linghuan's head awkwardly.

"I'll be your brother from now on." He didn't smile, his face was expressionless, and his tone was very stiff, but Jun Huailang could hear the tone of promise.

...and some discordant kindness.

He looked at the scene in front of him, and in a trance, he couldn't match the contents of the book he saw in his previous life.

He thought in a daze, this means...he has done something right these days, right?