The autumn wind with the broken rain blew the window, rolled up a few yellowish bamboo leaves, and fell on the pineapple wood desk.

The fine cold rain fell on Jun Huailang's face, and he woke up faintly.

What he saw in front of him was the place he was most familiar with for more than 20 years. The carved wooden window in front of him is open, facing the lotus pond in his courtyard. Dozens of bamboos stand beside the window, which are thick enough to form a landscape of their own.

He is sitting at his desk, dozing on his arms. There are many scrolls on the table, and in front of him is a book of "Shangshu". The Ru kiln pen wash at the corner of the table was bought by his father in Huzhou a few years ago. A guqin stands beside the table, which he used to use since childhood. A jade chessboard is supported on the couch under the window, and there are also chess games that he has not solved.

It is the study he has used for more than 20 years, which is familiar and peaceful, but has an unreal feeling.

Isn't you... dead?

Parents died, the second brother died in the city, the king's family was destroyed, the cold rain and the butcher's knife in Xuanwumen, the younger sister was humiliated...

In this silence, it was as if nothing had happened.

He couldn't help but look down at his hand.

In his hand, he held a crumpled piece of paper.

Jun Huailang's pupils shrank suddenly, and hurriedly unfolded the piece of paper.

It is a corner of the page, the characters on it are very strange, they are clearly Chinese characters, but there are many strokes missing. The piece of paper was obviously grabbed unconsciously and vigorously, with wet and cold rain.

It reads: Xue Yan's lips curled into a cold arc, and she reached out and pinched her chin...

Jun Huailang's eyes narrowed.

Not a dream.

The things he remembered were real. I just don't know if he is in the underworld now, or...

At this moment, someone pushed the door and walked in.

Jun Huailang moved his finger and hid the piece of paper in his palm again. He looked up and saw a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy wearing a bunt, walking in with a smile.

"Master, I'll bring you the Huimo you asked for!" he said.

"...Fur clothes?" Jun Huailang was taken aback.

Fuyi is his book boy, only one year younger than him, and he grew up with him. On the day Yongning Hou's mansion was raided and Jun Huailang was taken away, in order to protect Jun Huailang, he had Jin Yiwei hacked to death in the mansion.

Why is Fuyi still alive now and looks like a little boy?

Fuyi didn't see the shock and doubt in his eyes at all. He took the piece of emblem ink to the table and skillfully polished it for him.

"The ink in the courtyard ran out, so the servant went to the master's study to fetch it for you. It's not the same as the one you use on weekdays, and I don't know if you're used to it..."

A light flashed in Jun Huailang's mind.

When he finished reading the book, several immortals came from the void and took him away from there. Listening to the immortal's words, I must have gone to a place where I shouldn't be by chance.

Before his consciousness disappeared, he vaguely heard one of the immortals say that the soul was in the wrong place.

Is it true that... I had already reached the end of my lifespan and was going to be reincarnated in the underworld, but was mistakenly sent back a few years ago?

Jun Huailang looked at his hand holding the corner of the page, and became more and more certain of his guess.

So, nothing has happened yet. I am still young, my parents are alive, and my sister is not...

Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold.

Xue Yan.

That beast is just a little beast at this time.

Fortunately, several immortals favored him and gave him a chance to settle the old accounts and enemies.

Thinking of this, Jun Huailang tightened his fingers and clenched the page tightly.

Fuyi by the table was still unaware. He talks a lot, grinds and grinds, and his mouth doesn't stop.

"Just now, the minions met the celadon in the lady's room! Celadon said that the bird raised by the lady was killed by the wild cat, and she cried for a long time! Now, if the lady has swollen eyes, what can I do..."

The bird.

Jun Huailang paused for a while, and matched the time of the previous life.

In the past life, Jun Linghuan raised a little yellow bird for more than a year, and it was very precious. In this year, the bird was bitten to death by a wild cat. Jun Linghuan was so heartbroken that he even coaxed him for a long time.

Since then, Jun Linghuan has never raised birds again.

If I remember correctly, this year is the eighteenth year of Qingping, and I am exactly sixteen. Today in his previous life, he fell asleep in front of the window, blowing cold wind, developed a high fever, and did not go to this palace banquet.

Jun Huailang's eyes darkened.

He remembered that in that book, Xue Yan once sent a bird to Jun Linghuan. The bird was locked in a gold cage studded with jewels, with a gold chain in its claws. Jun Linghuan refused in every possible way, which annoyed Xue Yan. The beast's perverted hobby came from nowhere, and he hit a pair of identical chains and forcibly locked it on Jun Linghuan's ankle.

Thinking of this, Jun Huailang's teeth began to itch.

Jun Linghuan had never entered the palace very much, and Jun Huailang had no idea when she had a grudge against the beast. In this life, he must take good care of his sister, and he will never make another mistake.

Thinking of this, Jun Huailang put away the scrap of paper, raised his eyes and instructed Fuyi, "No need to grind. How long until the time to enter the palace? Pack up first, I'll go Look at Ling Huan."

Fuyi responded with a sound, and hurriedly went to ask the maid to prepare.

Jun Huailang sat alone at the desk, gradually digesting the current facts and clearing his thoughts.

The Jun family is a century-old clan, and the number one family in front of the emperor is too high to count the number of large and small banquets that enter the palace every year. Therefore, the servant girl in Jun Huailang's courtyard was very skilled, and it didn't take long for him to prepare the clothes he was going to wear when he entered the palace.

It was a cold early autumn in Chang'an. Under the service of two maids, Jun Huailang changed into a robe of water cyan and dark patterned Shu brocade, added a dark cyan cloak, and tied a cape.

He stood in the bronze mirror and glanced in. The young man in the mirror had black hair, and he was still thin.

Another sense of unreality flooded Jun Huailang's heart, like Zhuang Sheng who couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.

The maid next to her also said with a smile: "The eldest young master looks handsome. Although the servants see the eldest young master every day, they can't help but let the young master shake their minds!"

The surrounding maids laughed softly.

She's not exaggerating. The eldest young master of the Jun family was born well, and Chang'an was famous. His face is like a crown of jade, his eyebrows are smooth and picturesque, and his pair of peach blossom eyes should appear romantic and affectionate, but because of his noble and sparse temperament, he is particularly cold, which makes his elegant bearing and delicate appearance indistinguishable.

Jun Huailang was accustomed to his appearance. He glanced at the bronze mirror and smiled indifferently.

"The skin is nothing but a foreign object."

What's more important, the soul under the skin has walked again.

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Jun Huailang went to Jun Linghuan's courtyard without much delay. The yard is small and delicate, and there are many flower trees that bloom in all seasons. There are small bells hanging on the eaves of her main house, and when the wind blows, they ring softly.

Fuyi held an umbrella for Jun Huailang and followed Jun Huailang all the way into Jun Linghuan's house.

The maid who was guarding the door saw it, and quickly greeted with a smile: "Miss, the eldest young master is here!" please.

Jun Huailang walked in and saw Jun Linghuan sitting in front of the dresser, surrounded by a few maids.

A little girl with pink and jade carvings, with red eyes, whispered and endured sobbing, she was sad when she saw it. Although she has been favored by her family since she was a child, she is very obedient. Although she couldn't help crying at this time, she did not make trouble, and she obediently allowed the maid to comb her hair.

"Big brother, are you here?" The soft and glutinous voice was still sobbing.

This is Jun Linghuan eight years ago.

With just one glance, Jun Huailang's heart melted.

Such a painful little girl, how could Xue Yan's beast do it!

Over there, the maid who combed Jun Linghuan's hair straightened the hairpin for her, stopped and said with a smile, "The eldest young master is finally here. As soon as the young lady cried, we couldn't do anything about it. I have to count on you."

Seeing that she had combed her hair, Jun Linghuan jumped off the chair and ran to Jun Huailang.

Jun Huailang bent over and picked her up.

Good. he thought. Nothing has happened yet, and his sister has not yet been poisoned by the beast.

Jun Linghuan put her arms around Jun Huailang's neck and whispered as if complaining, "Brother, my little bird was bitten to death by a cat."

Jun Huailang smoothed her back and coaxed warmly: "Brother knows. The little bird is flying back to the sky, when I look back, my brother will find another small animal for you and let it replace it. Xiao Que'er will accompany you, okay?"

Jun Linghuan raised the back of his hand, wiped his eyes, and nodded obediently.

"You need a cat that won't kill you," she added.

Jun Huailang smiled and nodded, and then asked her if she had eaten. After a while, the etiquette of the palace banquet was complicated, and I was afraid that I would be hungry for a while.

Jun Linghuan went to eat obediently, and generously gave Jun Huailang the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that he was reluctant to eat at noon.

Jun Huailang looked at the little girl who looked at him expectantly, waiting for her to taste her favorite pastries, and felt a little nervous.

My past life...how could I let her suffer like that.

Jun Linghuan was lying in front of him, watching him pinching the cake but not eating it, for a moment he forgot his sadness.

"Brother, why don't you eat?" she asked.

Jun Huailang came back to his senses.

"Brother will definitely protect you," he said.

I will never give Xue Yan any chance of success again.