Jinbao opened the curtain for Jun Huailang.

Xue Yan's carriage was quite spacious, with a couch, table and chairs in it, as if it were a small room. Xue Yan was sitting on the couch at this time, holding a volume of "Gui Guzi" in one hand. Seeing Jun Huailang coming in, he raised his hand, pointed to the position beside him, and motioned him to sit there.

Jinbao bowed and got into the car, poured tea for Jun Huailang, and backed out.

There was a very light sandalwood fragrance lingering in the carriage.

Jun Huailang sat down beside him, and seeing Xue Yan raised his eyes to look at him, he nodded at him with a smile: "I'm going to trouble the lord again."

It was still early, and the faint morning light filtered in through the curtains raised by the carriage. A light just shone on Jun Huailang's face, covering his slender eyelashes with a layer of light, and a shadow like a crow's feather fell on his face.

He smiled, and there was light in his eyes, as if there was another Golden Crow hidden under his eyes.

Xue Yan's heart skipped a beat, and looked awkwardly.

"It's okay." His voice was hoarse.

He lowered his eyes, the book in hand was about the method of combining vertical and horizontal, but he couldn't read a word, and there was only one question left in his mind.

How can someone look so good-looking?

It is extremely rare for such doubts to appear in Xue Yan's mind. After all, before Jun Huailang, he never even cared about the beauty and ugliness of others.

It didn't take long for the convoy to move.

The carriage swayed and started to drive, and Jun Huailang didn't disturb Xue Yan when he saw Xue Yan reading quietly.

On the wall beside the carriage was a small cabinet of ebony wood with books on it. Jun Huailang took out a book and was about to open it, but several pages fell rustlingly.

With a small sound, Xue Yan's eyes were also attracted.

There were a dozen or so pieces of paper scattered on the ground, and something was written on them. Jun Huailang leaned down and was about to pick it up. He didn't intend to take a closer look, but two lines of extremely familiar sentences fell into his eyes.

It is a Buddhist verse in the "Due Sutra".

Jun Huailang couldn't help but pause, and his eyes fell on the stack of papers.

The characters with iron hooks and silver paintings on the top look a bit murderous. But such a word was copied from the Buddhist scriptures of purifying wrongs. For a time, murderous intent and Zen intent were intertwined, and a kind of symbiosis was miraculously formed.

Jun Huailang was stunned for a while, and before he could recover, Xue Yan suddenly leaned down and picked up the Buddhist scriptures scattered on the ground.

"Hands hurt?" he asked, putting the stack of papers aside. "show me."

Jun Huailang came back to his senses, knowing that he thought he accidentally touched the wound, and quickly shook his head.

"No. It's just..." His eyes fell on the small stack of Buddhist scriptures again. "You copied this?"

In fact, there is no need to ask, just by reading the words, Jun Huailang knew that it was copied by Xue Yan.

He just suddenly remembered that after he fell into the water a year ago, his mother told him that Xue Yan copied the "Due Jing" to save him.

Jun Huailang naturally knew that relying on copying scriptures to quell his evil spirits and save his own life was purely nonsense. Thinking about it, Xue Yan also used other methods at that time, just using copying scriptures as a cover.

It's been a year...why is he still copying this?

Even on the carriage he usually travels, there are scriptures he copied.

Jun Huailang looked up at Xue Yan.

Xue Yan's eyes swept lightly over the stack of scriptures.

At first, he copied this stuff, naturally because of Emperor Qingping. He came into the world with seven kills, and Emperor Qingping feared and resented him. But he casually copied a few volumes of scriptures, as if he had changed the form because of this, and Emperor Qingping was relieved and began to get close to him.

Xue Yan naturally didn't believe it. This broken scripture could suppress the evil spirit in him, but since Emperor Qingping was willing to deceive himself like this, he also copied it to him.

So over time, it has become a habit.

He recited this verse so well that he could write it down silently. When he thinks about things on weekdays, he also writes two volumes at random. What he writes is Buddhist scriptures, but he thinks about other things in his mind.

However, his move greatly pleased Emperor Qing Ping. He even went to the monks of Baoguo Temple to find the sandalwood they enshrined in front of the Buddha for Xue Yan's use.

In the eyes of others, this is the first favor of the Son of Heaven. In the eyes of Emperor Qingping, Xue Yan has also become a security figure who is devoted to Buddha.

Xue Yan got a lot of benefits from it, so although he felt that Emperor Qing Ping was mentally retarded, he still acted patiently with him.

Hearing Jun Huailang's question, he hummed lightly: "I have nothing to do, just copy and play."

Jun Huailang looked at him, saw that he didn't look fake, so he let go.

"If Your Majesty likes to watch you copy, just copy it," he said. "But copying this has always been useless."

Xue Yan hummed.

He knew it was useless. The suffocating energy on his body was brought down from the Seven Killing Stars in the sky. It would be too funny if he could calm down by copying the scriptures casually.

However, Jun Huailang continued to say: "After all, the talk of the evil star is nonsense."

Hearing this, Xue Yan turned to look at him, his eyes were heavy, and he couldn't see the emotions in it.

He still doesn't understand why Jun Huailang trusted him so firmly in the first place.

Seven kills came into the world, which was deduced by his fate. If only Lingtailang made such a calculation, Xue Yan himself would not believe it. However, whether it was the wandering warlock in Yan County or the other star officials in Qin Tianjian, the results were the same.

And Xue Yan's various experiences from childhood to adulthood have also confirmed this.

But why does Jun Huailang not believe it?

The two looked at each other, and Jun Huailang read out the hesitation and confusion in Xue Yan's eyes.

As if aware of something, Xue Yan suddenly withdrew his gaze and landed on the book in his hand again as if nothing had happened.

He forced himself to focus on that.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been convinced of this fate and engraved it in his blood. He didn't mention it on weekdays, as if he had forgotten about it. Only when he needed it, he spoke it on the bright side as if nothing had happened.

It looks like he doesn't care, but in fact it's just a broken jar.

Xue Yan's eyes darkened.

But at this moment, Jun Huailang took the initiative to speak.

"Although I know that there is a fate, but I have never believed in fate." He said slowly.

Xue Yan's eyes were still fixed on the scroll in his hand, but he couldn't read a single word.

He listened to Jun Huailang continue his sermon.

"I only believe that the so-called fate is nothing but man-made. If you also believe that you are a malevolent star, it will be difficult to solve the seven killings. But if you don't believe it, no one will make you a so-called evil star."

Saying that, he raised his hand and clicked on the booklet in Xue Yan's hand, motioning him to look up at himself.

Xue Yan obediently raised his eyes.

He saw Jun Huailang sitting beside him with a warm smile on his face.

"Would you try to take my word for it?" he asked.

Xue Yan didn't know if he wanted to believe it or not.

His mind was blank now, all he knew was that he wanted to kiss him now.

Kiss him hard.

——

Jun Huailang could see that Xue Yan's eyes darkened a bit, and there were emotions that he couldn't understand.

However, Xu is that the aggression in his eyes was too heavy, which made him instinctively panic.

But he forcibly suppressed the panic and only looked at Xue Yan patiently.

But he saw that Xue Yan seemed to be nailed to the spot, holding the book's hand and wrinkling the pages.

"...Your Highness?" Jun Huailang tried to call him.

Xue Yan hummed, but did not speak.

His voice was very hoarse, and for some reason, Jun Huailang felt as if his eardrums had been vibrated, causing his ears to numb, making him involuntarily want to lean on the other side of the carriage.

It seemed to be a sense of aggression that was almost unstoppable.

At this moment, there was a clatter, and a large piece of sunlight suddenly spilled into the carriage through the window.

Jun Huailang, who was accustomed to the soft lighting in the carriage, squinted his eyes, and then heard Shen Liufeng's voice.

"Huailang! I heard from my uncle that you are here too, but I didn't expect you to be here!"

In his vitality, there is a hint of naiveness that is not difficult to detect, but he has the fox eyes that are facing up, and he looks extraordinarily affectionate.

Xue Yan frowned and looked up.

Seeing the annoying silly son of Shen Zhifu's house riding a horse, following closely beside the carriage, holding up the curtain with one hand, squinting at Jun Huailang and laughing at Jun Huailang, he was extremely angry.

Jun Huailang was stunned for a while, and responded to him with a smile.

"Liu Feng?" Jun Huailang said. "Why are you here too?"

Shen Liufeng grimaced and said, "My uncle heard that I was also coming to Yangzhou, so he insisted on letting me go with him, saying that he would learn something along the way. But it's good, I didn't expect you to come, and it's not a problem on the way. alone."

Xue Yan was on the side, looking at the two of them "Liu Feng" and the other "Huai Lang", and they were called quite cordially.

On the contrary, facing himself, he had never heard Jun Huailang call his name once.

Xue Yan closed his eyes a little irritably.

Next to him, Shen Liufeng followed the carriage and didn't leave. He pulled up the curtain and continued, "Huailang, I didn't expect you to go out for a walk with me, but to go with my uncle for inspection? It's so boring for them to go out to work, why not? Come out and play with me."

Jun Huailang was teased by him and laughed softly.

"Father's life, don't dare to refuse." He said with a smile.

Naturally, Shen Liufeng couldn't tell whether it was true or false, and said, "It's a mistake, I finally let me catch you. You can't refuse this time, come back and accompany me to the mountains!"

Jun Huailang could only smile and nod.

Xue Yan, who was sitting next to him, closed his eyes and said nothing, suddenly opened his eyes and frowned at Shen Liufeng.

Why is this person like a dog skin plaster? When he was in the palace, Xue Yunhuan was not as disgusting as him.

However, Shen Liufeng, who was following the carriage, was still poking his head with a smile: "The sun is so good outside, come out and ride with me, Huailang!"

Xue Yan pursed her lips.

The next moment, he raised his leg and kicked Jinbao's butt outside through the curtain of the carriage.

Jinbao was kicked to a stagger, and he just swallowed an exclamation in his mouth.

When he turned his head, he saw a beautiful young man following the carriage. At this moment, he was raising the curtain and talking to His Royal Highness.

He also heard His Royal Highness resign: "I didn't bring a horse with me when I went out today, I think I can't ride it..."

But that young man didn't care at all: "It doesn't matter! I brought a spare one on purpose, you ride me!"

Darling, it turns out that someone is going to kidnap His Highness in front of the prince?

Jin Bao rubbed his kicked butt without a trace, turned around, cleared his throat, and showed a arrogant indifference on his face.

"This son, this is the car of King Guangling." He said arrogantly. "Please stay away, don't disturb the peace of the prince."

The master was jealous, so he helped drive people away. Jinbao couldn't help but slander.

What a bad job.