Jinbao ran fast, and suddenly, only Jun Huailang and Xue Yan were left in the west hall.

Jun Huailang held the tape measure and looked at Jinbao's back running away, a little surprised for a while.

...why are you walking in such a hurry, as if a ghost is chasing him?

At this moment, Xue Yan looked up at Jun Huailang.

He was standing in front of the door, the door was open, and the warm sunlight fell from the window, illuminating the dust floating around him. Like a cloud, like a veil, it softly wrapped around him.

His expression was a little empty at the moment, which made his overly deserted appearance show a little animal-like simplicity. Those eyes, thick black and transparent, like a pair of clear obsidian, through the enlightenment of the fairy in the upper realm, they became the essence that can seduce people's souls.

Only when he looked at Jun Huailang could Xue Yan believe that there were gods in the world.

Because the person in front of him always seems to have accidentally fallen from the sky to the mortal world.

Xue Yan was stunned for a rare moment, holding the scroll in his hand, and unconsciously, the pages of the book were wrinkled.

After a while, he put down the book, stood up expressionlessly and said in a low voice, "This slave has no rules, I'll send someone to catch him back."

His tone was very cold, as if he was deliberately covering up his lack of concentration.

Hearing what he said, Jun Huailang turned around and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't bother, I'll call—"

He turned around and was about to call Fuyi in when he suddenly remembered that he had just been thinking about it on the way and had something to say to Xue Yan.

Concubine Shu wanted to make clothes for Xue Yan, and Jun Huailang knew that she felt that Xue Yan was wronged because of what happened a few days ago, and clumsily wanted to make up for him.

And Xue Yan is now a child under the name of Concubine Shu. When spring begins, I leave here and go to Jiangnan. At that time, only Xue Yan was left in Mingluan Palace.

Xue Yan has a cold temperament, and Concubine Shu is awkward and needs people to rush to pamper her. At that time, the two of them are afraid that they will be very clear, and they will not intersect with each other, and they will be cold.

Jun Huailang wanted to take advantage of these days to try to bring Xue Yan and Concubine Shu closer, so that when he left, Concubine Shu would not feel lonely.

Xue Yan stood there, waiting for his next words.

Jun Huailang felt that it was more appropriate to say these words in private. He paused for a moment and smiled at Xue Yan: "Don't be so troublesome. I know how to measure it, I'll just measure it for you."

Saying that, he took the tape measure and stepped forward.

When Xue Yan heard what he said, he moved.

He had never tailored clothes, and he didn't know how to measure his body.

He lived in Yan County since he was a child, and grew up in the military camp.

From the time he was sent to the barracks by King Yan, he wore uniforms made uniformly. Fortunately, thanks to his bloodline, he has grown taller since he was a child. Except for the clothes that did not fit well in the first two years, there have been no problems since then.

Even so, he has always had a weed-like temperament and can live comfortably anywhere. No matter what kind of environment he is in, he can face it calmly and calmly in the face of any field that he has not been involved in.

But in front of Jun Huailang, he was suddenly embarrassed, even a little ashamed.

The other party is a young master who grew up in a splendid pile of zhilan and jade trees. He was nurtured and raised since he was a child, but he has an earthy smell that cannot be washed away, mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood.

He watched Jun Huailang bring the pen and paper, unfolded the tape measure, and carefully looked at the numbers on it.

Jun Huailang was very close to him, and when he lowered his head, he could see the top of Jun Huailang's jet-black hair. The light woody fragrance, like the flying dust that had just lingered around Jun Huailang, touched the tip of Xue Yan's nose.

He stood where he was, his heart was beating fast, suddenly he didn't know how to rest his hands and feet.

And Jun Huailang has only seen a lot and is used to it, and has never served others. He stood beside Xue Yan, and went to study the soft ruler, but did not find anything unusual about Xue Yan.

"Thanks to you that day." He said casually while reading the numbers on the tape. "If you didn't ask the emperor to search Diancui's room, no one would know why my aunt has no children."

Xue Yan hummed, her voice a little hoarse, and did not answer.

He has always talked less, but Jun Huailang didn't see anything wrong. After seeing the numbers, he pulled up the tape measure.

Only then did he notice that Xue Yan seemed to be standing more upright than usual, with his shoulders straight, like soldiers lining up.

If he really came out of the military camp, he had a different temperament from ordinary people.

Jun Huailang, who still didn't notice the abnormality, couldn't help but sighed in his heart, went around behind Xue Yan, raised his hand naturally, and pressed one end of the ruler on Xue Yan's shoulder.

His strength was very light, and he just fixed the soft ruler on Xue Yan's shoulder, like the tip of a dragonfly's tail, and gently created a circle of ripples on the lake.

Xue Yan's back tensed for no reason, and the place where Jun Huailang was holding it seemed to be acupuncture and cramping.

And Jun Huailang said casually while pulling the ruler: "But after that day, my aunt has been in a bad mood. In a few days, the Wenhua Palace will be closed. By then, if you have nothing to do, can you? Come with me to the main hall to accompany her?"

The warm breath just seemed to land on the back of Xue Yan's neck.

Xue Yan had been ambushed by the Turks in his early years, and had been shot by a barbarian. The poison needle is extracted from the poison from the tail sting of the poisonous bee, and if one hits it, half of the body will be numb, thus losing the ability to fight.

When the warm breath landed on the back of Xue Yan's neck, his spine tightened, and he felt a small soft needle on his neck.

But the numbness brought by the poison needle was a dense stinging pain. At this time, his neck was numb, with a palpitating itch, and electricity went through his limbs and bones.

His mind was a little dull as a result.

Xue Yan barely heard it until Jun Huailang, who was behind him, didn't wait to answer, and called him again.

"Yeah." He forced his composure to hide his absentmindedness.

After the um was over, he recalled with hindsight, what did Jun Huailang ask just now? What does it seem to let him do?

Behind him, Jun Huailang heard Xue Yan's promise, and the things he had been thinking about all the time came to an end, and said with a smile: "Then thank you very much. My aunt likes you, but she is a bit squeamish. You need to accommodate her more."

It was Concubine Shu's business. Xue Yan reluctantly regained some sanity. He thought to himself, Little Peacock can rest assured about this matter, he has long regarded him as his own, and those in his family will naturally gather under his wings.

Although he looks like he can't protect himself, in fact, it is not difficult to protect them.

Xue Yan lowered his eyes calmly.

Being distracted by the business, the numbness in the back of his neck also lightened a little, and even involuntarily began to review whether there were any omissions in his next plan.

At this moment, the breath behind him suddenly approached.

"One foot three...one foot four...how much is that?"

Jun Huailang was fully focused, focusing on the soft ruler in his hand, but did not notice that he suddenly approached Xue Yan, muttering to himself with warm breath, which sounded in his ear.

Another small poisonous needle stabbed Xue Yan's heart into numbness.

He froze in place, like a statue.

Suddenly, in his mind, the stupid words that the soldiers said when he was in the army two years ago.

They were on the battlefield at that time, camped at night, and set fire to keep warm. When the soldiers chatted, they couldn't help but talk about those things.

"...This woman, everyone will spit out fairy energy. No matter how big the anger, if a girl blows into her ear, whose soul will not fly to the clouds!"

"Don't look at General Xue's cold face and don't take it seriously, he has never tasted that!"

"Hey, as long as you taste it once, little general, even if you are an iron bone, you can break it!"

These Bing Youzi's nasty remarks all came from his mouth, and occasionally he dared to ridicule him a few words, but Xue Yan also forgot it after hearing it.

But at this time, these messy words suddenly appeared in his ears again, and when he was flustered, there was a nameless fire rushing around in his body, but he couldn't find an exit. All burnt.

At this moment, Xue Yan heard a clear voice: "His Royal Highness, raise your arm."

Like a stream of rain, poured on that nameless flame.

Xue Yan raised his hand obediently and stretched his arms.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

The hands were in front of him. At the same time, Jun Huailang's side face lightly bumped against his back.

The fragrant white birch scent, like vines, gently entangled him.

"Especially those arms, as long as they hug you, who can run away?"

The bastard's words rang in his ears again, and the nameless fire rushed around in his chest anxiously, making his heart start to pound.

Jun Huailang was a little unskilled. He bumped Xue Yan on Xue Yan's back a little embarrassedly, holding the tape measure in one hand and fumbling with the other hand twice before pinching the other end of the tape measure in his hand.

Those hands, slender and well-defined, were so white that even the bones were transparent.

It was clearly a pair of clean, beautiful but unfeminine hands, but the words of those soldiers resounded in Xue Yan's mind.

"Especially that little hand, touch you, can you hold back and deal with her on the spot?"

The nameless fire finally found an exit, turned sharply down, penetrated his heart and lungs, and rushed three inches below his abdomen.

Xue Yan suddenly thought of a poem he had read amidst his burning intellect.

Immortals caress my top and endure longevity.

Now, the immortal hooked his waist, and he could go down to the bottom of the eighteen layers of hell with just a light touch, willingly.