Naturally, there are free courtyards in the governor's mansion. Jun Huailang was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately agreed.

Suddenly, he seemed to be returning to Mingluan Palace again.

But of course it was impossible to move in hastily that night. The governor's mansion needs to be cleaned up, and Xue Yan also has a lot of luggage, so naturally he can't stay in that night.

"Then when the magistrate of the prefect comes to greet the prince tomorrow, I will ask my father to send someone to carry your luggage." Jun Huailang said. "There are few people in the mansion, and there are several empty courtyards. There is more than enough room for your entourage. It just so happens that there is a spacious empty courtyard opposite my residence. If the prince doesn't dislike it, he can live there."

Xue Yan's eyes flashed when he heard the words, he withdrew his gaze lightly, and hummed.

Just at this moment, Shen Liufeng changed his clothes and came out. He was wearing the regular clothes brought by Jin Yiwei. Although it was not as expensive and gorgeous as his, it was clean and fit.

He heard that Xue Yan could take in Su Xiaoqian, and thanked him gratefully: "Thank you, my lord! My family is strict, and if you didn't help me, I really don't know what to do!"

Xue Yan didn't lift his eyelids, and said something lightly.

Jun Huailang also knew that Xue Yan was cold-hearted, and that Shen Liufeng had never known him, so it was not appropriate to stay here any longer.

He got up and said goodbye, "It's late at night, and Young Master Shen and I need to rush back to the city, so we won't bother you any more."

Xue Yan paused for a while before humming.

Jun Huailang vaguely felt that he seemed a little reluctant to give up, and he didn't know if it was his own delusion. But whether it was an illusion or not, he still smiled and said, "The lord will move to the mansion in a few days, and then I will give the lord the wind again."

Xue Yan agreed faster this time.

"Hmm," he said. "I'll send someone to escort you."

Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said, "No need..."

Xue Yan did not give him a chance to refuse: "Duan Shishi."

The boy who came and went without a trace appeared in front of him again.

"Send them both home," he said.

Duan Shi Shi saluted his saber, took his order, and silently walked in front of Jun Huailang, waiting for him to go first.

Jinbao just didn't see it.

What does paragraph fourteen do? That is one of the best killers in the East Factory. Even if the dozens of Jin Yiwei who came with him were all top experts, they might not be able to beat him alone.

Along the way, he hid in the dark to kill assassins, informants, and spying on news. Let him go take someone home? It's like slashing flies with a dragon knife.

Jun Huailang couldn't refuse now, so he had to agree and said goodbye to Xue Yan.

Shen Liufeng walked out with him, saying as he walked, "It's just a pity, in the future when I go to have a drink, I won't hear Miss Xiaoqian singing Pingtan."

Jun Huailang couldn't help laughing: "The people are still there, if you want to hear it when, why not let her sing with you?"

Hearing this, Shen Liufeng refused sternly: "No. This song has to be heard in public, but what is it sung in private?"

The two talked and got off the boat, and the boat was quiet again.

Xue Yan looked out the window. Under the bright moonlight, the water surface of East Lake was sparkling.

His hand fell from the armrest of the chair and fell to his waist.

He held the cyan koi jade on his waist that was blocked by the robe.

——

At night, Jinbao carefully pushed open Xue Yan's door.

Although the ship was large, it carried a lot of things and a lot of people. Therefore, Xue Yan's bedroom and study are not separated. Jinbao can only guess whether Xue Yan is asleep or not by the brightness of the lights in the room.

Really didn't sleep.

He pushed open the door and went in, and saw Xue Yan sitting at the desk, reading a secret letter from a carrier pigeon in the East Factory.

There is nothing important in this letter, but it is just the movements of some officials in the capital, there is no need for him to stay up late to watch.

But Xue Yan couldn't sleep. Instead, he hoped that something went wrong in Beijing so that he could share his heart.

"What's the matter?" Only Jinbao could enter his room. He didn't raise his eyes, but asked lightly.

Jinbao stepped forward carefully, picked a lamp for him, poured tea, and said, "Go back to the master, the girl who came down with the prince today has been settled, and her family has also picked it up."

Xue Yan sighed, her voice cold: "Just arrange some work for her, you don't have to come to serve me."

Jinbao naturally knows. His master has a very strange temper. Which of the other princes is not a group of servants? There are not a dozen people who can't understand it.

But his master is the most annoying to be touched and manipulated. On weekdays, he does everything himself. He only needs to help himself, where can he use others?

Jinbao hurriedly came down and said, "Yes, the slave knows."

After speaking, he looked at Xue Yan cautiously.

Seeing that he didn't go out after he finished speaking, Xue Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Don't get out yet?"

Jin Bao smiled ingratiatingly, and asked carefully, "Master today...not in a good mood?"

When Xue Yan heard the words, he paused while holding the secret letter.

Jinbao knew that he was on the point of asking.

After staying with Hades for a long time, even a stranger can get a bit of a ghost. Jinbao has served him for a year, and gradually he no longer fears him blindly. Instead, he sometimes speculates on his intentions and tries to smooth him twice.

Help the tyrant from time to time to relieve his worries, and his life will be better.

After a while, Xue Yan put down the secret letter, rubbed the corner of his forehead, and said, "...very annoying."

In the cold voice, there are two points of exhaustion and confusion.

He doesn't like boat rides very much, and gets dizzy when he reaches the river with fast currents. At night, he had just arrived in Jinling. The section of the canal that connects the Yangtze River has the fastest current. He was not feeling well because of the wind and rain a few days ago.

Jinbao knows this. He sent someone, only to say that the lord will arrive tomorrow, so that he can teach him to set aside the night and rest on the boat.

But just as he lay down and followed the open window of the bedroom, Xue Yan heard Jun Huailang's voice.

He saw the two ships coming together, and he could hear the sound of pulling and fighting from a distance. He has excellent eyesight, and from a distance, he can see a cyan figure on one of the boats.

Only Xue Yan knew that his heart had already reached his throat at that time.

The appearance of Jun Huailang falling into the water in Taiye Pond that day immediately appeared in his mind. He didn't care about anything else, and immediately called out Duan Shishi and asked him to lead someone to save them.

And he himself, put on his clothes, got up, went straight to the side of the boat, and went to wait for Duan Shishi to pick up Jun Huailang.

The cruise ship was lit with lights, swaying from far to near, Xue Yan's heart also stopped.

For the first time, he had a feeling of being close to the country.

For a whole year, he was like a tree with its roots cut off, his heart was empty, and people were floating. Until this time, when he saw the figure standing on the bow, his heart fell gently on a certain person. In one place, finally felt at ease.

For the first time, he realized so clearly that he lacked nothing but this person.

In particular, the man seemed to be staring blankly at him.

But when the boat got closer, he realized that it wasn't.

He was chatting and laughing with the ** little white face next to him, and the two were very close, describing them as intimate.

After that, a woman from nowhere unexpectedly emerged from his cabin, her clothes were messy, and she was still wearing his clothes.

Xue Yan's heart finally fell to where he was going, but it sank to the bottom.

This year, he has been unwilling to let go, but he has lived a comfortable life.

Xue Yan knew that he should be clear. Jun Huailang has always been like this, treating everyone well, everyone likes him, and is willing to be close to him.

If it weren't for this, would he have given such a personal disgusting evil star a gleam of blue eyes back then?

But Xue Yan couldn't help being irritable, and his heart was sore that he was annoyed, but he was like a trapped beast in a cage, unable to find an exit.

If you put it on someone else, and something annoys him, he will destroy something. But now he can't, he is facing Jun Huailang, even if he wants to let him not look at anyone, just look at his own thoughts, he must swallow all these thoughts, endure them, and pretend that they have never been. never got up.

Xue Yan rubbed his forehead, clicked his tongue, and picked up the secret letter again.

With Jinbao on his side, he carefully asked, "My lord, is it because of Bodhi... Your Highness is anxious?"

Sin, almost said the Bodhisattva.

Xue Yan's actions stopped: "So obvious?"

Jin Bao smiled: "It's not obvious, but the servant has been following you for a long time, and you can see it - the master treats His Royal Highness, there is always something different."

Xue Yan lowered his eyes.

It's really not the same. How could it be the same? People in the whole world are no different, but he is special.

After a while, he hooked his lips mockingly.

"But he's not bad for anyone," he said.

Jin Bao was stunned.

My darling, is my master... jealous?

Jinbao froze in place, a sinful but well-founded guess in his heart, which terrified him.

Didn't hear Jin Bao's reply for a moment, Xue Yan raised his eyes and gave him a light look.

"What's wrong?"

Jinbao quickly regained his senses.

Even if... even if his guess is true, he can't just tell the master like that!

The strong desire to survive drove Jinbao to swallow all the words from his mouth, changed his direction, and persuaded: "His Royal Highness is naturally kind, and this master knows it. A genuine concern is another matter.”

All of what he said was Xue Yan's blind spot of knowledge.

In his world, treating people is nothing but good and bad. For example, in him, it's very simple - everyone in the world knows that he is a male star, and if he is afraid that he will hate him, it will be bad for him. As for the degree of badness, it just depends on his power and courage. For Xue Yan, there is no difference at all.

As for the good-

It was Jun Huailang, he had no comparison.

"...Really?" Xue Yan asked after a pause.

Jinbao said: "Yes! Look, His Highness only asked Miss Xiaoqian to work in his mansion, why did he let her follow him? But you are different, he will let you live in the mansion alone. Go to the yard across from him."

The reason for this must be because the empty yard is the best place. But Jinbao knows that his current task is not to reason, but to open his eyes to this ancestor.

After all... If he really thinks about His Royal Highness that he shouldn't have, just relying on his cold face that no one cares about, and being jealous of himself, will he be able to get close to him in the Year of the Monkey?

Thinking like this, Jin Bao felt a bit of guilt in his heart.

In his eyes, His Royal Highness is a living Bodhisattva. He is actually a coward now, urging his master to get close to others and spoil them.

Simply blasphemous.

However, in his position to do his own thing, Jinbao can't control much.

Xue Yan fell into deep thought, apparently listening to his words.

Jinbao chased after the victory and continued: "Although the master and His Highness have known each other for a short period of time, they are not comparable to His Royal Highness's family, but His Highness is also attentive to you. But if the master is always like today... If you treat people with a cold face, His Royal Highness will also Are you not happy?"

Hearing the words "unhappy", Xue Yan tightened his hand holding Mi Xin.

After a while, he slowly put the secret letter back on the table.

"There won't be another time."

His voice was still cold, but it was a little more solemn and affirmative, as if he had made a promise to someone in the air.