That night, Jun Huailang slept on Xue Yan's bed.

He never knew the bed very well, but when he first arrived in a new environment, he would be a little unaccustomed to it, but he didn't expect that the sandalwood on Xue Yan's couch seemed to have a calming effect, and he fell into a deep sleep not long after he lay down. past.

As night fell, the rain gradually stopped.

A moon leaked out a little from the clouds, emitting a warm light softly.

Jun Huailang rolled over in his sleep and put his hand under the pillow.

This is a habitual action in his sleep, and he likes to sleep with his hands under the pillow. His hands were always cold at night, and he pressed down on the pillow, and it didn't take long for him to warm up.

But suddenly, a sharp pain slid across his palm.

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Xue Yan's courtyard gradually lit up.

First, Fu Yi, who was guarding in Jun Huailang's room, heard the movement, and when he got up, he was taken aback by Jun Huailang. Immediately after, Xue Yan who was outside was also woken up, turned over, and came to the inner room.

As soon as Jinbao, who was vigilant at the door, heard his master's order, he hurried in and saw the scene in front of him.

His master was wearing pajamas, his hair was loose, and he didn't even care to close the front of his clothes. At this time, it was open, revealing his well-textured chest and abdomen. At this time, his face was extremely ugly, and he was holding... the hand of His Royal Highness.

That slender and beautiful hand like a cultivator, at this moment, the red blood on the palm of his hand, Jin Bao was stunned in place.

At this moment, Xue Yan saw him.

"What are you doing?" His master's brows sank, his expression terrifyingly cold. "Go get my gauze and wound medicine."

Jinbao hurriedly went out to get it.

After Xue Yan finished the command, she pursed her lips tightly and stopped talking.

On the contrary, Jun Huailang, who was sitting on the bed, turned pale in pain at the moment, but still comforted him warmly: "It's alright, I can feel that the wound is not deep, just bandage it."

He really didn't expect that there was a sharp dagger hidden under Xue Yan's pillow.

Just when he put his hand under the pillow in his sleep. The blade of the dagger slid across his palm, creating a sharp wound.

Jun Huailang's palms were bleeding non-stop, staining the pillow and bedding with blood. He was rarely injured, let alone such a knife wound. At this time, his forehead was in cold sweat, and his lips were a little bloody.

But he looked at Xue Yan, but felt that Xue Yan seemed to be in more pain than himself.

When he came in from the outside world, his amber pupils trembled slightly when he saw his hand. Immediately following, he stepped forward in two steps, held up his hand, pressed the base of his palm, and stopped the bleeding for himself.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end, but Jun Huailang could see that his expression was cold and solemn, his lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes were a little red.

Even the hand that held his own was trembling slightly.

Instead, Jun Huailang endured the pain and began to comfort him. But it didn't seem to work very well after thinking about it. Xue Yan heard his comfort and looked up at him.

Immediately, the blood in his eyes filled his eye sockets, making the cold young man's face stained with a tinge of tears.

The distress and self-blame in those eyes were about to come out, and Jiao Jun Huailang quickly raised his intact hand, placed it on Xue Yan's broad and firm shoulders, and patted it lightly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt much." He even squeezed out a mild smile on his face, as if coaxing a child. "It's my fault, I always have such a habit of sleeping..."

"How could it not hurt." Xue Yan suddenly interrupted him.

His voice was a little low, with an inaudible trembling: "blame me," he said.

At this moment, Jinbao ran in holding the wound medicine and gauze.

This wound medicine was used by Xue Yan in Yan County, and it was quite effective in treating skin trauma. It was already midnight, and the hospital outside had already closed, so it was worth taking ready-made medicines to deal with.

But when the medicine falls on the wound, there will be a burning pain.

On weekdays, even if it was a bone-piercing injury, Xue Yan applied medicine to himself without blinking. But at this moment, the medicine bottle was in his hand, but his hand was shaking a little.

He looked at Jun Huailang.

"It hurts a little bit, you bear with it," he said.

Jun Huailang nodded.

Then, the snow-white medicinal powder fell into his palm.

The blood suddenly stopped quite a bit, but immediately, a piercing pain spread from Jun Huailang's palm, causing him to shake his wrist and take a small breath.

Xue Yan's hand suddenly stopped.

Jun Huailang was in pain, and there were flowers in front of him. When he calmed down, he saw Xue Yanzheng, who was holding the medicine bottle in one hand and his hand in the other, and looked at him fixedly.

There seemed to be some bloodshot eyes in his eyes, making him look a little irritable.

...how does it seem more painful than myself. Jun Huailang couldn't help feeling helpless for a while, and in the helplessness, there was some soft warmth that spread to his limbs.

This person... how many injuries he has suffered without saying a word, how can he be hurt like this when he hurts himself?

"It's okay," he said softly. "Go ahead."

But don't know, the more gentle he is, the more casual he is, the more Xue Yan's heart twitches.

How could it not hurt. How many times has he used this medicine, even after a long time and getting used to it, the pain still burrows into the bones.

It's just that in the past, every time he treated an injury, he kept his thoughts and goals hidden in his heart, and he just wanted to make the wound heal faster, and he didn't care about the pain.

Not caring, doesn't mean he can't feel it.

But he also knew that the medicine had to be taken. He gritted his teeth and carefully knocked the medicinal powder into Jun Huailang's palm.

Jun Huailang's wrists tensed in pain, but he did not forget that Xue Yan in front of him was like a trapped beast at this time, and he couldn't hide the forbearance and pain on his face.

He had to grit his teeth, carefully restrained the pain in his throat, and tried to divert Xue Yan's attention: "What are you doing with the knife under your pillow?"

Xue Yan's subordinates paused for a moment, pursing his lips.

He couldn't say it, because the days of his youth were too difficult, and when he first entered the battlefield, he couldn't help but be afraid. He had no choice but to hide the blade under his pillow and pull it out at any time to protect himself, so that he could sleep peacefully.

Over time, it becomes a habit. Even if this knife is not used on weekdays, no one will come to assassinate him, and he has to sleep on it.

Xue Yan couldn't speak.

How can a normal person find a sense of security from a cold murder weapon?

But the emotions on his face were caught by Jun Huailang, who was especially sober in the pain.

He forgot the pain for a while, but instead focused on Xue Yan.

He has been alone since he was a child, and he has carried too many burdens on his own. The lack of a sense of security, relying on weapons to protect themselves, is a matter of course.

And the medicinal powder he used for himself today must have been used on him more than once.

He was so nervous, he must be well aware of the pain.

However, when he used it on himself, he didn't blink, but when he used it on himself, his fingertips trembled and his eyes became red.

How can someone who has lived so hard since childhood still have a soft heart.

Jun Huailang seemed to have forgotten the pain in his hand, but felt a little stuffy in his heart.

He slowly raised his hand, landed on Xue Yan's shoulder, and smoothed it gently.

"Now that I'm not on the battlefield, I don't need to use it for self-defense." Jun Huailang said, and found an amulet from the robe beside his pillow.

Before he came to Jinling, his mother asked for this amulet from Baoguo Temple, and asked for one for him and his father each. Jun Huailang knew that his mother believed these things, and since he left Chang'an, he took it with him every day until today.

He took out the blood-stained dagger, put it on the low table beside the bed, and stuffed his amulet under Xue Yan's pillow.

"Sleeping with this pillow in the future will also keep you safe." Jun Huailang looked at him with gentle and firm eyes. "How about giving this knife to me?"

Xue Yan wrapped the gauze in Jun Huailang's hand, and when he looked up, he saw him smiling at him.

The knife under the pillow was taken out, and a small and delicate cyan amulet replaced it, lying quietly under his pillow.