Early the next morning, Jun Huailang had a splitting headache.

In the dimness, before opening his eyes, he first raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing forehead.

Yesterday did drink a little too much. Although he never looked drunk when he was drunk, but once he drank too much, the hangover was very severe.

He slowly let out a breath, pressed his forehead, and rubbed slowly.

His consciousness became a little more awake, and then he felt a little pain in his lips.

He retracted the hand on his forehead and touched his lips.

... torn.

Suddenly, the memories of last night came flooding in like a tide, making Jun Huailang wake up instantly.

Although he was drunk, he didn't stop.

So he remembered clearly what happened last night.

After he sent Shen Liufeng home, he returned to the house. Halfway through the road, Xue Yan stood there waiting for him, and then he chased away the servant who was following him.

What I said to him was all nonsense... Or, he only used it to persuade himself, but he couldn't let others hear the words, but he told the truth after drinking and told Xue Yan.

After that...

Jun Huailang couldn't help but move the hand that pressed his lips, gently rubbing against his own lips.

After that, it was an overwhelming kiss, fierce and heavy, pointless and rude. The smell of sandalwood and alcohol mixed together, disturbing the breath of the two of them.

He was almost breathless from the kiss, and the wound on his lips... was also bitten by Xue Yan at that time.

Jun Huailang's mind was stunned.

At this moment, Fuyi heard the movement in Jun Huailang's bed tent.

He carefully opened a small gap in the bed tent and said softly, "Young master woke up so early? You ate too much wine yesterday, so why not sleep again?"

Dim light shone through the bed tent, and it had never been bright.

Jun Huailang hummed, paused, and then said, "...How did I get back last night?"

His memory of yesterday only stopped at that kiss.

Jun Huailang's hand could not help clenching the quilt.

Then I heard Fu Yi whisper and said, "Ah, His Royal Highness King Guangling sent you back."

……really.

Fuyi continued: "I also saw a wound on the young master's lips, so I asked the prince what happened."

Jun Huailang tightened his grip on the quilt.

"What did he say?" His voice fell hoarse.

The light was dim, and Fuyi couldn't see his stiffness and nervousness, so he said to himself: "Ah, the lord said it, let me ask you tomorrow."

Jun Huailang pursed his lips.

"Do you still remember how you did it, young master?" Fu Yi asked along the way.

Jun Huailang gritted his teeth.

It was bitten by a dog, he thought.

"Knock." He said slowly, word by word. "There was a gap in the wine glass yesterday, and it was knocked on the glass."

Fuyi responded.

"Then master, will you go to sleep?" he said. "A little later, the slave will call the young master to get up again."

Jun Huailang closed his eyes and responded.

Fu Yi put down the bed tent.

At this moment, Jun Huailang spoke again.

"Fuyi," he said.

"You said, young master." Fu Yi asked hurriedly.

Jun Huailang in the bed tent gritted his teeth.

"From today, no one in the courtyard of King Guangling is allowed to come," he said. "Including King Guangling."

——

Jinbao came a few times.

His master was inexplicable. He sat in the study all day in a daze, and then searched for some messy things to send to His Royal Highness.

What to eat and eat fruit, books, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, rare treasures, Jinbao only thinks that he is a sloppy businessman.

However, he did get stopped at the door every time.

He has a good relationship with Fuyi, and he asked several times, but Fuyi said he didn't know.

"That's it when I came back that night, I really don't know what happened." Fu Yi said sincerely.

As a result, Jinbao returned in succession.

However, his master didn't blame him either. Seeing that he brought back the things he sent intact, he was fined a little bit, as if he hadn't seen it, and arranged for him to do other things as if nothing had happened.

But it won't take long, let him deliver it.

Even if he is as thick-skinned as a treasure, he can't stand it.

How many times a day can you eat behind closed doors, who can stand it?

Finally, when Jinbao once again brought back the things he sent intact, he finally protested.

Shaking his legs, he cautiously said to Xue Yan, "Master... People say that as long as they are from us, they will not be allowed in."

Xue Yan's hand holding the pen stopped.

After a while, he dipped in ink as if nothing had happened, and asked, "...Where's the prince?"

Jinbao said, "I heard from the people in their courtyard that they went to the academy early in the morning."

Xue Yan did not speak.

Jinbao waited for a while, and seeing that his master really had no intention of speaking, he cautiously suggested: "If my master... really wants to send something to His Highness, why don't you go there in person?"

After all, according to the current form, Jinbao guaranteed that it must be the master who provoked His Highness.

The love debt he recruited, why toss himself.

Besides, no matter how daring the people in Jun Huailang's courtyard are, how dare they stop this living King of Hell? As long as he pushes hard, he appoints someone who can see His Royal Highness.

Xue Yan was silent.

After a while, he slowly let out a breath and lowered his head.

"Wait a minute," he said. "...he definitely doesn't want to see me now."

Jinbao: ? ?

So after this day, every day Jun Huailang left early in the morning and returned late, he always went to the academy.

He has nowhere else to go. The dam is being repaired, and there is Xue Yan in the yamen. He had to go to the academy every day, feigning success with the students of the academy, reading those things that he had been familiar with in his previous life.

Most of the students in the academy hold Confucian classics like gods, and they learn it with a devout and sincere heart.

That day, Jun Huailang was passing by the gate of the academy, and he happened to hear a scholar talking eloquently.

"Don't read only a few thin copies of the Four Books and Five Classics, but all the difficult things in the world can be solved by them!"

Hearing this, Jun Huailang shook his head with a light smile.

Once upon a time, he also thought so. But only later did realize that the real hard things in the world cannot be solved by anyone.

The principles in the Four Books and Five Classics cannot be done, and even if Confucius and Mencius were alive, they could not do it.

For example, the precarious fate of his family in his previous life.

His father was killed, his mother committed suicide, and the entire family fell on him. Fortunately, he had already passed the imperial examinations, entered the court, and won the trust of Emperor Qingping.

But the trust of emperors alone is not enough. He came from an aristocratic family, and he has always been the target of criticism from the Jiang Dang, who came from a poor family. Every few days, several books of impeachment against him will appear in the imperial case. He didn't want to be in trouble with the Xu family, and the Xu family was also afraid of him.

On the other hand, the people on the side can only see Xuanhe of the Jun family, who is young and promising.

He was isolated in the court, and as time passed, the Qing Ping Emperor would get tired of it. Since then, the country has been shaken, and he can't even change the fate of his sister, and he watched his younger brother die for the country. There are only two brothers and sisters left in the whole house, and a group of relatives who are counting on him to live.

...and like him in this life.

Obviously, the things that were out of control in the previous life were slowly on the right track, but in this life, the out-of-control thing has become himself.

He couldn't even control his own heart, and he wanted to fall in love with the enemy who defiled his sister in his previous life.

Even if the book seemed a bit strange, even if the person treated him... He still didn't dare to take a desperate risk with a bit of luck in his heart.

In the past few days, he has been pulling himself together, and no one can teach him what to do.

For several days in a row, Jun Huailang's mood fell to the bottom of the valley.

And Jinling was not sunny for a few days, and it rained one after another.

In the past, Jun Huailang would only go to the dam occasionally when it rained, and would not really waste time in the academy.

But the official road next to the dam is still surrounded by road construction, and Jun Huailang can't go there, so he still goes to the academy every day.

The rain was so heavy that could not walk, so had to take a carriage. But when it rains, there will be more carriages on the road. Every day after class, he will be stuck at the gate of the acade for a long time before he can stumble on the road.

This made Jun Huailang not in a good mood at first, and even more anxious.

Until this day.

On this day, Jun Huailang's carriage squeezed out on the narrow road at the entrance of the academy, and after a while, it was blocked on the road again.

"...What's wrong?" Jun Huailang couldn't help frowning and asked.

I heard the driver in front say: "Master back, there is a team transporting stones ahead, and it looks like they are heading north."

"To the north?"

Jun Huailang opened the curtains of the car and looked out.

I saw a group of people passing by in the hazy rain curtain. The flatbed truck was laden with gravel and covered with tarpaulin.

Jun Huailang's eyes darkened.

How can there be such a heavy rain to build a road? Not only is the vision blurred, but the workers are also rushing to work in the rain. In addition, the gravel for road construction should be mixed with water, and the ratio of gravel to water should be well adjusted, otherwise the hardness of the road surface will be affected.

It is raining and water is falling from the sky. No one can control the amount. How can they build roads at this time?

Neither his father nor the Shen Zhifu would be so rambunctious.

Jun Huailang buckled the carriage and said to the driver, "Go and find someone from them."

The driver responded, put up his umbrella and jumped out of the car.

Their carriages belonged to the governor's mansion, so they could be seen from a distance as belonging to the official family. The team did not dare to neglect, and immediately stopped.

After a while, the one in the lead trotted all the way to Jun Huailang's car in the rain.

"This official, what are your orders?" The man stood outside the car and asked.

Jun Huailang opened the curtain of the car and saw a big man standing outside.

"Who is in charge of building your roads?" Jun Huailang asked. "It's raining so hard, why are you rushing to deliver the stones?"

The man paused, and in the heavy rain, Jun Huailang could not see the expression on his face.

"This is something the officials don't know. The adults in the government office have pressed the construction period to tight, and it is troublesome to transport the stones.

Jun Huailang asked, "Which lord urged me?"

The man smiled embarrassedly and said, "Here, the villain is a commoner, and he can't recognize any adults. He only listens to the orders of the official in the black gauze hat."

Jun Huailang frowned.

In this case, there is nothing in his mouth.

Although he also hoped that the official road could be repaired sooner, if he rushed the construction period so recklessly, there would be an accident sooner or later.

He instructed: "It's fine to deliver, but when it rains, don't rush to work."

That person Nuo Nuo should be.

Jun Huailang nodded and said, "Go."

Seeing that he had been in the rain for a long time, Jun Huailang still took out the spare oil umbrella on the carriage and handed it to the man.

The man thanked him repeatedly and walked away with an umbrella.

The moment he held up his umbrella, his face, which had been blurred by the heavy rain, became clear in an instant.

Jun Huailang was taken aback.

I don't know if it was his delusion, but he always felt that the foreman's facial features...

It looks kind of vicious.