Chapter 75:
Jun Huailang and Xue Yan entered the carriage together.
This painting boat is by the Slender West Lake, 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 urges the horse 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 taken aback. 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, his head knocked on the carriage from time to time, looking quite pitiful.
Jun Huailang: ….
"Your Majesty 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 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, put his hand on Xue Yan's shoulder, and let 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, so he couldn't help pulling the curtain of the carriage, letting 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 the face, Xue Yan reopened his eyes. 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 for no apparent reason.
Jun Huailang regained his senses, and then laughed.
"It's all annoying?" he asked.
Xue Yan paused and said nothing.
But his eyes were fixed on somewhere, seriously thinking about his question.
There was a lot of noise 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 past year or so.
He was even taken two points drunk.
At this moment, Xue Yan spoke again.
“Neither,” he said.
Jun Huailang returned to his senses: "Huh?"
I saw Xue Yan's serious expression: "Jun Huailang is not."
This is the first time Jun Huailang has heard Xue Yan call his full name.
"He's very likable."
Then, Jun Huailang heard Xue Yan say this.
Though the amber eyes did not look at him, they were full of determination and seriousness, as well as a strong and overwhelming affection.
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From childhood to adulthood, in the past and present, 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.
But the fluttering words from Xue Yan's mouth made his heart beat a little chaotic for no reason.
Even the first thought in his mind was, what kind of liking did he say?
After this idea jumped out, Jun Huailang felt ridiculous.
Xue Yan just drank too much and bragged about himself. 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 her head and looked out the window, without saying a word.
His face was calm and cold, but his heart was a mess, which made his mind a little chaotic, and he kept waiting for the carriage to arrive at the official post.
When the car stopped, he thought later that he should have drunk too much.
It is today's aged daughter red, which is 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: "Arrived at the post house! Hard work, Your Highness, the master really drank a lot today..."
Speaking, Jin Baogong was going to help Jun Huailang to help Xue Yan get off the carriage.
At this moment, Xue Yan, who was awakened, slowly opened his eyes and sat up.
He just slept for a while, the feeling of drinking finally subsided, and finally he had some consciousness. 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, and then thought to himself, what did he do to annoy Jun Huailang?
But when he was on the road, he was broken, and he couldn't remember anything.
Seeing that he was awake, Jinbao hurriedly stopped and waited for his orders.
"Get off the bus." Xue Yan raised his hand and instructed him in a hoarse voice.
Jinbao quickly helped him out of the car.
Jun Huailang got out of the car. He got up together, only to realize later that half of his shoulders had been numb.
Fortunately, although Xue Yan was poor in alcohol, he recovered quickly. Now, with Jinbao with one hand, he can 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 on 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.
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, daring not to show the slightest.
But what happened after the clip...I can't tell.
Xue Yan was a little guilty when he was drunk.
Just when he didn't know how to speak, Jun Huailang spoke up.
"Your Majesty rested early today, will you 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, and I will accompany him when I leave tomorrow. Together."
Xue Yan's eyes sharpened immediately.
He remembered the intimate gesture of Shen Liufeng and Jun Huailang before today's banquet, and the way he and Jun Huailang were chatting happily at the wine table.
It made his mouth sour, and he even hated that person.
The two of them are going out alone tomorrow?
"Is it safe to enter the mountain?" Xue Yan asked.
This stopped Jun Huailang.
Shen Liufeng only told him that he had already found a route, but Jun Huailang did not know what route it was.
"It should be safe..." He hesitated, then said.
Even if 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?
Not to mention that the affairs in the yamen are quite important in the past, tomorrow is the day when the East Factory will send a message to Jiangnan, where can the master say that he will leave?
"This..." Jinbao said involuntarily.
Then, he received a dangerous look from his master.
He immediately shut up.
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 at the moment, so 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.
So 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 forgot that Xue Yan and his people could never be considered by common sense.
So early the next morning, even he was still sleepy, yawning, packing up and leaving the inn, when he saw two people unexpectedly.
The other is Shen Liufeng, who is riding a jujube red horse. Right now, he is sitting 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.
The pair of amber eyes quietly met Jun Huailang's line of sight.