Chapter 72:
Jinbao opened the curtain for Jun Huailang.
Xue Yan's carriage was quite spacious, with sofas, tables and chairs in it, like 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.
Jin Bao bowed and got into the car, poured tea for Jun Huailang, and backed out.
There is a very light sandalwood fragrance lingering in the carriage.
Jun Huailang sat down beside him, saw Xue Yan looking up at him, and nodded at him with a smile: "I'll trouble the prince 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 crow-feather-like shadow fell on his face.
He smiled, and there was light in his eyes, as if there was another Golden Crow hidden in his eyes.
Xue Yan's heart skipped a beat and looked awkwardly.
"It's okay." His voice became hoarse.
How can someone look so good?
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 team to move.
The carriage swayed and started to drive, Jun Huailang saw Xue Yan reading quietly, so he didn't disturb him.
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 slight sound, Xue Yan's eyes were also attracted.
A dozen or so pieces of paper were 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, his eyes fell on the stack of papers.
The iron hook and silver painting on the top looks 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, who was beside him, suddenly bent down and picked up the Buddhist scriptures scattered on the ground.
"Hands hurt?" he asked, putting the stack of papers aside. "let me see."
Jun Huailang came back to his senses, knowing that he thought he accidentally touched the wound, and quickly shook his head.
"No. Just..." His gaze 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 this 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 suppress his evil spirits and save his own life was purely nonsense. I think Xue Yan also used other methods at that time, just copying scriptures do cover up.
A year later...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 across 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 scriptures could suppress the evil spirit in him, but since Emperor Qing Ping was willing to deceive himself like this, he also copied it to him.
As time goes by, it becomes a habit.
He memorized this scripture so well that he could write it down by hand. 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 the Qing Ping Emperor. 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 emperor. 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.
Listening to Jun Huailang's question, he hummed lightly: "I have nothing to do, just copy and play."
Jun Huailang looked at him, saw that his expression was not 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.
But Jun Huailang continued to say: "After all, the theory of evil stars is nonsense."
When Xue Yan heard this, he turned his eyes to him, his eyes were heavy, and he could not 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 destiny. 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.
Xue Yan's experiences from childhood to adulthood also confirm 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 abruptly withdrew his gaze and landed on the book in his hand again as if nothing had happened.
He forced himself to focus on it.
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 I don't care, but 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 there is a fate, but I never believe in fate." He said slowly.
Xue Yan's eyes were still fixed on the scroll in his hand, but he couldn't read a word.
He listened to Jun Huailang continue to preach.
"I only believe that the so-called fate, but it is all man-made. If you also believe that you are a male star, then it must be difficult to solve the seven killings. But if you don't believe it, no one will let you become the so-called so-called Fiend."
Speaking, he raised his hand and clicked on the book in Xue Yan's hand, motioning him to look up at himself.
Xue Yan obediently raised her eyes.
I saw Jun Huailang sitting beside him with a warm smile on his face.
"Will 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 is blank now, all he knows is that he wants to kiss him now.
Kiss him hard.
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Jun Huailang could see, Xue Yan's eyes darkened a bit, and emotions that he could not understand were surging inside.
However, 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.
"...Your Highness?" Jun Huailang tried to call him.
Xue Yan hummed, but did not speak.
His voice was very hoarse. For some reason, Jun Huailang felt as if his eardrums had been shaken, which made his ears numb and made him involuntarily want to lean on the other side of the carriage. One by one.
It seemed to be an overwhelming sense of aggression.
At this moment, there was a clatter, and a large piece of sunlight suddenly fell into the carriage through the window.
Jun Huailang, who had adapted 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!"
Xue Yan frowned and looked up.
I saw that 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 very angry .
Jun Huailang was stunned for a while, and responded to him with a smile.
"Flowing wind?" Jun Huailang said. "Why are you here too?"
Shen Liufeng grimaced and said, "My uncle heard that I would also come to Yangzhou, so he insisted that I go with him, saying that he would learn something along the way. But it's good, I didn't expect you to come to Yangzhou too. Come, you will not be alone on the road."
Xue Yan was on the side, looking at the two of them "Liufeng" and the other "Huailang", and they were called quite cordially.
On the contrary, facing himself, never heard Jun Huailang call his name once.
Xue Yan closed his eyes a little irritably.
Besides, Shen Liufeng followed the carriage and didn't leave, he pulled the curtain and continued: "Huailang, I didn't expect you to go out with me, but to go with my uncle for inspection? They It's boring to go out to work, why don't you come out and play with me."
Jun Huailang was teased by him and laughed softly.
"My father's life, I dare not refuse." He smiled and said.
Shen Liufeng naturally couldn't tell the truth and said, "It's a mistake, I finally caught you. You can't refuse this time, come back and accompany me to the mountains Go around!"
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.
How can this person be like a dog skin plaster? When he was in the palace, Xue Yunhuan was not as disgusting as him.
However, seeing Shen Liufeng who was following the carriage, he still poked 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 **** outside through the curtain of the carriage.
Jinbao was kicked and staggered, and he just swallowed an exclamation in his mouth.
He turned his head and saw a beautiful young man following the carriage. He was raising the curtain and talking to His Royal Highness.
I also heard His Royal Highness resign: "I didn't take a horse with me when I went out today, I think I can't ride it..."
But the boy didn't care at all: "It's okay! I brought a spare one on purpose, you ride me!"
My dear, it turns out that someone is going to kidnap His Royal Highness in front of the prince?
"This son, this is the chariot of King Guangling." He said arrogantly. "Please stay away, don't disturb the peace of the prince."
The master was jealous and helped drive people away. Jin Bao couldn't help but slander.
What a job.