Jun Huailang in the east courtyard did not expect that the roof of the Governor's Mansion would be washed away.

Speaking of which, the Governor's Palace has been built for some years. The previous governors have stayed here, and they moved out after two years, and then they have to meet the next one, so few people will specially repair it.

This year, the rain has been abundant since the beginning of spring, and moss has grown in the cracks of the roof. Today, the rain suddenly rushed, and the tiles on his roof were washed away, and the rainwater suddenly leaked into the room.

At this time, the servants from Chang'an all over the room were messed up.

While everyone was blocking the roof and rescuing items, Fuyi hurried in.

"Master, the lord is here." He said.

Jun Huailang was standing on the side watching them repair the roof. Hearing this, he turned his head and saw Xue Yan put away his umbrella under the porch and walked in from the dimly lit night.

He looked up and glanced at Jun Huailang's roof.

The roof was damaged in several places, and the rainwater was connected to the stagnant water on the eaves, rustling down, and the tables, chairs, bed nets and carpets in the house were all wet. The maids and servants in the room were obviously inexperienced.

After all, he is a young master who has been served by others since he was a child, and naturally he will not deal with such trivial matters that the house has missed.

When he looked at Xue Yan, there was still a bit of confusion in his eyes.

Xue Yan's heart was bumped softly, and then she looked sideways at Su Xiaoqian who was following him.

Su Xiaoqian nodded and replied: "Go back to the lord, the slaves will handle it. Tonight, I will repair the roof for His Royal Highness first, and then I will repair it again when it is sunny tomorrow."

Since her childhood, her family was poor and there was a lot of rain in Jinling, so she had to repair the roof every year. Therefore, she is quite experienced in this matter.

Xue Yan hummed and said to Jun Huailang, "Go to my place first."

Jun Huailang was taken aback: "Huh?"

His Royal Highness King Guangling, who always dislikes explanations by others and only says everything once, patiently said, "You can't live here tonight, and you can move back in tomorrow when it's sorted out."

Jun Huailang hesitated.

Although he really can't live here, he cleans up the courtyard opposite, and he knows that there is only one bed in the main house in that courtyard.

He originally planned to let Fuyi go to find an empty yard, or find an unused wing or a biscuit closet to spend the night. If he really moved to Xue Yan's courtyard, where would Xue Yan live?

As soon as he hesitated, Jinbao who followed behind understood the meaning.

As the master's capable dog slave, not only must he guess the master's meaning, but also express the meaning for him when the master can't speak.

"His Royal Highness, why don't you go to the Prince's Court to sit first. It's so messy here, there's not even a place to sit, and it won't be well organized for a while." Jin Bao interjected with a smile . "You just got rained today, so the servant made some red jujube tea. If you go, it will save the servant from bringing it."

Jun Huailang was about to say that he didn't get much rain today, but his master was soaked, but he followed closely, and Xue Yan next to him hummed.

Jun Huailang looked and saw that Xue Yan had taken the umbrella in Jinbao's hand.

"Come on," he said.

Jun Huailang followed Xue Yan in such a confused way to the west courtyard.

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It was just night and it was not too late. Jinbao invited Jun Huailang to Xue Yan's main house, served him tea, and found some books for his entertainment.

At this time, his master would have to work in the study for another hour before returning to the house to rest. Unexpectedly, his master took the umbrella all the way to send His Highness into the room, and he followed him in. He sat down at the table in the dormitory, and looked for the military book to read quietly.

This series of actions made Jinbao bewildered.

This is... I don't plan to take care of the pile of official documents on the study table?

He didn't dare to say much, so he had to put a pot of tea on the big Buddha, and led the people back out.

For a while, only the two of them were left in the room.

Back in the quiet and dry room, Jun Huailang took two sips of tea and calmed down. The sound of the rain outside the window still did not stop. He picked up the book, but couldn't read it, and couldn't help but ponder.

?

And he knew it was just the beginning.

Now that summer is here, the rain will be heavier and heavier. In July, the river water will break down the dykes and flood into Jinling City.

He remembered the official chicken records he read in his previous life. The dam burst, and immediately flooded the fields north of Jinling and the small half of the city in the north of Jinling, causing many people to be displaced.

Since then, due to successive rains and floods, it was difficult to dispose of the bodies in the city in time. Not long after, the plague broke out in Jinling City.

Along with floods and epidemics, it didn't take long for many rogues to appear in Jinling. These rogues even gathered together and rebelled. The Jinling defenders were insufficient, and there were too many rogues who rebelled. It didn't take long for the surrounding villages and towns to be occupied by rogues.

At that time, Jinling was like an island.

Jun Huailang's complexion gradually became serious.

In the last few years of his previous life, he read all the records of this flood several times, and also studied many books on flood control. Now, although he has a certain degree of certainty about the flood control, and is fully prepared for this life, he still has no idea in his heart.

He seems to be facing a fog that can't be seen clearly, and behind him is a cliff...

"What's wrong?"

Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts.

Jun Huailang raised his head and saw Xue Yan sitting opposite him, holding the book in one hand, leaning lazily on the couch, and looking up at him.

…It seems that I am not alone.

For some reason, when he met those amber eyes, he felt a little more calm in his heart.

In this life, there is Xue Yan.

I don't know if it was because he knew that Xue Yan was the final winner in the previous life, or because Xue Yan repeatedly rescued him in this life, the place where Jun Huailang's heart had been hanging, slowly fell. down.

He couldn't help but said, "...I was just wondering if this year's weather would bring disaster."

Although he knows that he must not tell anyone about his rebirth, but at this time his instinct drives him, making him involuntarily want to talk to Xue Yan.

Xue Yan asked: "Are you worried about this?"

Jun Huailang nodded.

Xue Yan didn't hesitate much, and said naturally: "It's not difficult. I'll send someone to take a look tomorrow, and if there is a disaster, I will give a unified pension."

He naturally won't care about these messy little things. Whose house was damaged or whose land was flooded, in his opinion, it was trivial matter that was forgotten after seeing it.

But he couldn't see Jun Huailang worrying about these things.

Jun Huailang nodded when he heard the words, but the dignified expression on his face did not lighten, and then said, "More than that. I always have a hunch that something big will happen this year."

Xue Yan looked at him.

The father and son have some tacit understanding in this matter. A few days ago, Duke Yongning told him that he felt that this year's rain was unusual, and he needed to plan ahead and make it clear to His Majesty.

In the end, Jun Huailang said the same thing to him again today.

He looked very sincere. Jun Huailang's expression has always been very light, but now he is frowning, and there is no smile on his face.

Xue Yan slowly put down the book in his hand.

"You can rest easy," he said. "Even if there is a disaster, I am there."

Just a simple sentence, but Jun Huailang could hear the weight.

He suddenly remembered what Xue Yan told him when he last saw Xue Yan before he left Chang'an.

"No surprises," he said at the time.

And a year later, he came here quietly.

Xue Yan has been quiet since he realized this life. But once he says something, as long as it is a promise, he can do it.

Jun Huailang's heart suddenly relaxed for no reason.

He looked at Xue Yan, but didn't say anything for a while.

Xue Yan waited for a while, but did not get a response from him. Xue Yan raised his eyebrows and asked lightly, "Why, don't you believe me?"

Jun Huailang came back to his senses, blinked, and then revealed a soft smile.

There is a bit of relief in the smile.

"I believe it." He smiled slightly. "With you here, I can rest assured."

He said it quite sincerely.

After all, he knows how reliable Xue Yan is, how powerful he will be in the future, and the one who will live to the end.

But when Xue Yan heard this, her ears turned red for no reason.

.

"I am at ease with you."

Xue Yan's heart began to beat impetuously. After a while, he suddenly put the military book on the table and stood up.

"You will rest here tonight," he said. "I'm going out first."

He needs to be alone for a while. If he was in the same room with Jun Huailang again, he would always feel that the base of his ears would burn with heat.

Jun Huailang quickly got up: "Then where do you rest at night?"

Xue Yan said: "I'm in the outer room with a couch."

This is all he doesn't care about. When he was in Yan County, where did he not sleep? Counting Jiuhantian wrapped in iron armor and slept in the ice and snow, he was able to fall asleep.

But the young master in front of him is different. This little peacock that grew up pampered in the greenhouse is naturally different from the weed-like person.

Before Jun Huailang could stop him, he turned and walked out.

Not long after, Fuyi pushed the door and walked in.

"Young master, as the lord instructed, let the servants wait for you to sleep peacefully." Behind Fuyi followed a few maids, holding pots and towels in their hands, and Yuguan walked in.

Jun Huailang hummed and settled down on the edge of the bed.

The bed under him is quite hard, and the fabric pattern of the quilt is simple. The bed was filled with the scent of sandalwood from Xue Yan's body, but after a while, it lingered around Jun Huailang.

Suddenly, in his mind he couldn't help but think of Xue Yan's shoulders and arms blocking his side in the rain today.