Jun Huailang and Xue Yan got into the carriage together.

This painting boat is by the Slender West Lake, and there is still a long way to go from here to the official post. Jun Huailang struggled to help Xue Yan sit down in the carriage, and then ordered the driver to set off.

Xue Yan entered the carriage and sat upright, looking a little more solemn than usual. There was no expression on his face, and he looked straight ahead, looking rather cold and solemn.

The driver urged the horse to move forward.

As the carriage started to shake slightly, with a thud, Xue Yan fell to the side and slammed into the carriage.

The movement was so great that Jun Huailang was startled. He hurriedly leaned over and saw Xue Yan holding the carriage angrily, but couldn't sit up.

The carriage swayed forward, Xue Yan supported the carriage with one hand, but it was useless, and his head knocked on the carriage from time to time, looking quite pitiful.

Jun Huailang:  ….

"Your Highness, lean back." He smiled helplessly, raised his hand to lift Xue Yan, and wanted to support him and make him lean on the back of the seat.

But immediately following, the carriage ran over a small stone, Xue Yan swayed along Jun Huailang's strength, and landed on Jun Huailang's body again.

He was tall, and the fall hit Jun Huailang heavily, pinning him to the carriage of the carriage.

His head just happened to be buried in Jun Huailang's shoulder, and in his breath, the fragrance of sandalwood and the mellow wine were intertwined, wrapping Jun Huailang.

He seemed to have finally found a more comfortable sitting position, buried his head on Jun Huailang's shoulder, let out a long sigh of relief, and closed his eyes.

Some hot breath and his cold hair fell into Jun Huailang's neck.

He only felt that half of his shoulders were numb, and there was still some itching in the numbness.

Jun Huailang's heart beat inexplicably, which made him a little flustered. He raised his hand and wanted to push Xue Yan to sit up.

But at this moment, Xue Yan hummed in a low voice.

"...Headache." He whispered to himself in a hoarse voice.

Jun Huailang was about to push his hand away and stayed in place for no apparent reason.

After a while, Jun Huailang sighed and put his hand on Xue Yan's shoulder, letting him go.

Xue Yan leaned on him quietly, and as the carriage bumped, his face was almost buried in his shoulder. His breath was hot, the bridge of his nose was high, the tip of his nose rubbed against Jun Huailang's neck, and the warm breath fell straight into his collar.

Gradually, Jun Huailang felt that the temperature in the carriage was slowly rising, which made him involuntarily close the curtain of the carriage and let the soft night wind blow into the carriage.

But it doesn't seem to work.

"...Your Majesty should drink less next time." After a while, Jun Huailang said softly.

Xue Yan hadn't fallen asleep yet, when he heard his words, he hummed.

In response, he turned over. Jun Huailang hurriedly took this opportunity to push him up a bit, pulled his face out of his shoulder socket, and made him lean on his shoulder instead.

The numb skin finally regained some consciousness.

The night wind blew and fell on his face, Xue Yan opened his eyes again. But after the carriage swayed, he was drunk, and he was already in a daze and couldn't recognize where he was.

Outside the window is a bustling city. There is no curfew in Yangzhou. At this time, shops and vendors are all lit up with lights. The lights shone into the carriage, illuminating Xue Yan's light-colored eyes.

Jun Huailang's heart skipped a beat again for no apparent reason.

"They're all annoying, and they kept trying to persuade me." Xue Yan leaned against him, looked out the window in confusion, and said sullenly with a drunken nasal voice.

The low hoarse voice sounded in his ears, which was a bit coquettish.

Jun Huailang regained his senses, and then laughed.

"All annoying?" he asked.

Xue Yan paused and said nothing.

His face was calm and cold, even though he was leaning on him now, when Jun Huailang bowed his head, he still saw his eyebrows and eyes as sharp as swords.

But his eyes were fixed on somewhere, seriously thinking about his question.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle outside the window, and the sound of hawking and chatting and laughter could be vaguely transmitted to the carriage. Perhaps the smell of fireworks around him was too strong at this time, and perhaps the people beside him were too quiet and well-behaved, and Jun Huailang's heart was inexplicably relaxed and soft.

This is a state of mind that he rarely has in the more than a year that he has been tense.

He was even taken two points drunk.

At this moment, Xue Yan spoke again.

"Neither," he said.

Jun Huailang regained his senses: "Huh?"

Seeing Xue Yan's serious expression: "Jun Huailang is not."

This was the first time Jun Huailang heard Xue Yan call his full name.

"He's very likable."

Then, Jun Huailang heard Xue Yan say this.

Although those amber eyes didn't look at him, they were full of determination and seriousness, as well as a deep, overwhelming affection.

——

Xu Shi, this daughter Hong, is indeed very strong, making Jun Huailang's mind a little hot.

From childhood to adulthood, in his past and present life, he has heard countless compliments. From when he was young, he praised him for his talent and intelligence, to when he grew up, he praised him for his outstanding appearance and talent. Even in the last few years of his previous life, there were not no girls in Chang'an who admired him openly and secretly, and even dared to show his love to him in person.

He has long been used to praise, and he has heard all kinds of praise. After a long time, he just smiled and responded with a few words of modesty, and it would not cause any waves in his heart.

But the fluttering words from Xue Yan's mouth made his heartbeat inexplicably a little chaotic and chaotic all the way.

Even the first thought in his mind was, what kind of liking was he talking about?

After this thought jumped out, Jun Huailang thought it was absurd.

Xue Yan just drank too much and complimented himself casually. With their current relationship, there is nothing wrong with a casual compliment...

Although Xue Yan's demeanor at that time did make him think a little more for a moment.

This situation has never happened to him.

Jun Huailang hurriedly raised his head and looked out of the window without saying a word.

His face was calm and cold, but his heart was in chaos, which made his mind a little chaotic, and he waited for the carriage to arrive at the official post.

After the car stopped, he thought later that he should have drank too much.

It was the aged daughter Hong, who was too intoxicating.

When Jinbao opened the curtain, he was frightened by the sight in front of him.

His Royal Highness was sitting on the edge of the carriage with a cold expression, while his master had fallen asleep on top of others.

Seeing Jinbao, Jun Huailang came back to his senses and asked, "Arrived?"

Jinbao hurriedly said: "We're at the post house! Your Highness, the hard-working prince, the master really drank a lot today..."

With that said, Jin Baogong stepped forward and was about to help Jun Huailang to help Xue Yan out of the carriage.

At this moment, Xue Yan, who was awakened, slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

He had just slept for a while, and the feeling of drinking finally subsided, and he finally became a little conscious. He raised his hand, rubbed his forehead dully, and looked sideways at Jun Huailang next to him.

Meeting his gaze, Jun Huailang hurriedly shifted his gaze and did not speak to him.

Xue Yan paused for a moment before thinking about it later, what did he do to annoy Jun Huailang?

But at that moment on the way, he was broken, and he couldn't remember anything.

Jinbao saw that he was awake, and hurriedly stopped in place, waiting for his orders.

"Get off." Xue Yan raised his hand and instructed him in a hoarse voice.

Jinbao quickly and deftly helped him get out of the car.

Jun Huailang followed and got out of the car. He got up together, only to realize later that half of his shoulders had been numb.

Fortunately, Xue Yan recovered quickly even though he had a low alcohol intake. Now, with Jin Bao supported by one hand, he could walk upstairs by himself. Jun Huailang followed behind, sending him all the way to the door of the room.

Arriving at the door, Xue Yan stood still against the door frame, turned his head, and hesitated to say something to Jun Huailang.

...I just wanted to ask if I said something I shouldn't have said just now.

Xue Yan is guilty. After all, he knew what kind of thoughts he had towards Jun Huailang. But at the same time, he also clearly knew that it was his own delusions, and the other party never meant it.

He held back, as if forcibly locked a beast in a cage, not daring to show the slightest.

But what happened after the clip... can't be said.

Xue Yan felt a little guilty when he was drunk.

Just when he didn't know how to speak, Jun Huailang spoke up.

"Your Majesty rest early today, will you still go to the yamen tomorrow?" he said.

Xue Yan rubbed his forehead and hummed.

"Are you going tomorrow?" he asked.

When Jun Huailang heard the words, he didn't hide it at all, and said calmly, "I won't go tomorrow. Young Master Shen invited me into the mountain a few days ago. I'll leave tomorrow, and I will accompany him."

Xue Yan's eyes sharpened immediately.

He remembered the intimate gesture of Shen Liufeng and Jun Huailang before today's banquet, and the appearance of him and Jun Huailang talking happily at the wine table.

It made his mouth feel sour, and he hated that person even with him.

Are the two of them going out alone tomorrow?

"Is it safe to enter the mountain?" Xue Yan asked.

This stopped Jun Huailang from asking.

Shen Liufeng only told him that he had already found a route, but Jun Huailang didn't know what route it was.

"It should be safe..." He hesitated for a moment, then said.

Even though he drank too much, Xue Yan was keenly aware of the uncertainty in his tone.

"I'll be with you tomorrow," he said.

Jinbao was stunned next to him.

This...where is this going?

Not to mention that the affairs of the yamen in Japan are quite important. Tomorrow is the day when the East Factory will send a message to Jiangnan. How can the master say that he will leave?

"This..." Jinbao said involuntarily.

Then, he received a dangerous look from his master.

He immediately shut his mouth knowingly.

Do what you do, the big things are not as important as the living Bodhisattva in front of you.

Jun Huailang was stunned when he heard the words, but seeing Jinbao's appearance, he also knew that there was something important waiting for Xue Yan in Yangzhou City tomorrow.

He just thought it was Xue Yan who was drunk and talking nonsense, and he agreed without arguing with him.

I have to leave early tomorrow, much earlier than they usually go to the yamen.

Xue Yan was drunk tonight, and it would be difficult to get up early tomorrow, let alone with himself, and set off at dawn.

Therefore, although Jun Huailang agreed, he didn't tell Xue Yan the time, just nodded to Jinbao, and then left and went back to his bedroom.

But Jun Huailang had forgotten that Xue Yan was never considered by common sense.

So in the early morning of the second day, even he was still tired, yawning, packing up and leaving the inn, when he saw two people unexpectedly.

One is Shen Liufeng, who is riding a jujube red horse. Right now, he is sitting upright on the horse's back, cautiously, and his eyes are aimed straight at Jun Huailang.

Jun Huailang understood the meaning in his eyes:...why is this guy here?

Jun Huailang looked in the direction he indicated.

I saw Xue Yan sitting quietly on a pure black horse with a high head. It was not yet dawn, and the slightly whitish sky shone a faint light behind him.

Those amber eyes quietly met Jun Huailang's gaze.