I Became the Older Brother of the Heroine in an Abusive Novel

The autumn wind carrying the broken rain blows the window, and a few yellowish bamboo leaves fall on the yellow pear wood desk.

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

In front of him is the place he has been most familiar with for more than 20 years.The carved wooden window in front of him was open, facing the lotus pond in his courtyard.Dozens of stalks of pruning bamboo stand by the window, which are thick and thick, forming a landscape of its own.

He was sitting at his desk, dozing off with his arms propped up.There are many scrolls on the table, and there is a copy of "Shangshu" spread out in front of him. The Ru kiln brush washer on the corner of the table was bought by his father in Huzhou a few years ago.There is a Guqin beside the table, which he has been used to since he was a child, and a jade chess board is placed on the couch under the window, and there is also a chess game that he has not solved.

It was the study room that he had used for more than 20 years. It was familiar and peaceful, but it felt unreal.

Jun Huailang froze in place for a moment, the room was silent, only the rustling of the rain hitting the residual lotus outside.

I... Isn't he dead?

The death of parents, the death of the second brother, the destruction of the family, the cold rain and the butcher knife at Xuanwumen, the humiliation of the younger sister...

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

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

Those were a pair of slender but immature hands, with white skin and weak joints, they looked no more than ten years old.

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

Jun Huailang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hastily unfolded the paper.

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

It read: The corners of Xue Yan's lips curved into a cold arc, and he reached out to pinch her chin...

Jun Huailang's eyes froze.

Not a dream.

What he remembered had all happened in real life.It's just that I don't know whether he is in the underworld now, or...

Just then, someone pushed the door and walked in.

With a movement of his fingers, Jun Huailang hid the paper in his palm again.He looked up and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in shorts walking in with a smile.

"Young master, the Hui ink you asked for is brought to you!" he said.

"... Fuyi?" Jun Huailang was taken aback.

Fuyi is his schoolboy, only one year younger than him, and grew up with him.On the day when the house of the Marquis of Yongning was ransacked and Jun Huailang was taken away, in order to protect Jun Huailang, Jin Yiwei hacked him to death in the mansion.

How come Fuyi is still alive and looks like a young boy?

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

"The ink in the courtyard is used up, and the servant went to the master's study to get it for you. It's not the same as what you usually use, and I don't know if you are used to it..."

A light flashed in Jun Huailang's mind.

When he finished the book, some immortals came from the void and took him away from there.Listening to the fairy's words, it must be a coincidence that I went to a place I shouldn't go.

And before his consciousness disappeared, he vaguely heard one of the immortals say that the soul was sent to the wrong place.

Could it be that... I had already reached the end of my lifespan and was going to the underworld to be reincarnated, but was mistakenly sent back several years ago?

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

So, nothing happened yet.I am still young, my parents are still alive, and my sister has no...

Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold.

Xue Yan.

That bastard was just a little bastard right now.

Fortunately, several immortals favored him and gave him a chance to settle his old scores and enemies.

Thinking of this, Jun Huailang tightened his fingers and gripped that page of the book tightly.

Fu Yi at the table was still unaware.He talked a lot, grinding, and his mouth didn't stop.

"Just now, the servant met Qingci in Miss's room! Qingci said that the sparrow raised by Miss was killed by a wild cat, and she cried for a long time! Qingci is still worried, and will go to the palace to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet at night. If Miss has swollen eyes, But what to do..."

sparrow.

Jun Huailang paused, and matched the time in his previous life.

In the previous life, Jun Linghuan raised a little yellow bird for more than a year, and it was very precious.In this year, the bird was killed by a wild cat. Jun Linghuan was very sad, and he coaxed him for a long time.

From then on, Jun Linghuan never raised birds again.

If I remember correctly, this year is the 18th year of Qingping, and I am exactly 16 years old.Today in the previous life, he fell asleep in front of the window blowing the cold wind, developed a high fever, and did not attend this palace banquet.

Jun Huailang's eyes darkened.

He remembered that in that book, Xue Yan once gave Jun Ling a bird as farewell.The bird was chained in a golden cage studded with jewels, and held gold chains in its claws.Jun Linghuan refused in every possible way, which annoyed Xue Yan. The animal's perverted hobbies came from nowhere, and he tied a pair of identical chains and locked it on Jun Linghuan's ankle forcibly.

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

Jun Linghuan had never been in the palace much, and Jun Huailang didn't know when she had an enmity with that beast.In this life, he must take good care of his sister, and there will never be any mistakes.

Thinking of this, Jun Huailang put away the scrap of paper, raised his eyes and ordered Fu Yi: "No more grinding. How long is it time to enter the palace? Pack it up first, I'll go and see Ling Huan."

Fu Yi responded, and hurriedly asked the servant girl to get ready.

Sitting alone at the desk, Jun Huailang gradually digested the current facts and cleared his mind.

The Jun family is a century-old family, the number one family in front of the emperor, and the number of banquets they attend in the palace in a year cannot be counted.Therefore, the servant girl in Jun Huailang Courtyard was very proficient, and it didn't take long for him to prepare the clothes he would wear when entering the palace.

It was a cold autumn day in Chang'an, Jun Huailang, under the service of two maidservants, changed into a water blue robe with dark patterns of Shu brocade, added a dark blue cloak, and tied a cloak.

He stood in front of the bronze mirror and glanced at it. The young man in the mirror had black hair tied up, his figure was still thin, and he hadn't started to twitch yet.

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

The servant girl next to him also said with a smile: "Young master looks handsome, although the servants see him every day, they still can't help but make him shake their minds!"

The surrounding maids and servants laughed softly.

She wasn't exaggerating.The young master of the Jun family was born well, and Chang'an is famous for it.His face is like a crown of jade, his brows are bright and picturesque, and his peach blossom eyes should look romantic and affectionate, but because of his noble and clear temperament, he is extremely cold, which makes his elegant demeanor and exquisite appearance perfectly in harmony.

At this time, he was reborn, the childishness in his eyes had long since disappeared, his eyes were calm and cold, standing there resolutely, like a banished immortal that cannot be desecrated.

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

"It's just a skin, it's just a foreign object."

More importantly, the soul under the skin has gone through it all over again.

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Jun Huailang went to Jun Linghuan's courtyard without much delay.The yard is small and exquisite, with many flowering trees planted, and flowers bloom in all seasons.There is a small bell hanging on the eaves of her main house, and it rings softly when the wind blows.

Fuyi held an umbrella for Jun Huailang, and followed Jun Huailang into Jun Linghuan's room.

Seeing this, the maid guarding the door hurriedly greeted with a smile, "Miss, the young master is here!" The maids in the room showed joy when they saw her, and invited Jun Huailang inside.

When Jun Huailang walked in, he saw Jun Linghuan sitting in front of the dressing table, surrounded by several servant girls.

A little girl carved in pink and jade, with red eyes, suppressed sobbing in a low voice, she was still sad when she saw it.Although she was spoiled by her family's stars since she was a child, she is very obedient. Although she couldn't help crying at this time, she didn't make trouble, and obediently let the servant girl comb her hair.

Hearing Jun Huailang's approach, the little girl's eyes finally brightened a little, she raised her head, her eyes were red, and she looked at him like a deer.

"Big brother, are you here?" The soft voice was still crying.

This is Jun Linghuan from eight years ago.

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

Such a painful little girl, how could that bastard Xue Yan get her hands on her!

Over there, the maid who combed Jun Linghuan's hair straightened the hairpin for her, stopped her hands, and said with a smile: "The young master is finally here. Once Miss cries, we have nothing to do, we have to count on you."

Seeing that his hair was combed, Jun Linghuan jumped off the chair and ran to Jun Huailang with a rattling sound.

Jun Huailang bent down and picked her up.

very nice.he thought.Nothing has happened yet, and my sister has not yet been murdered by that beast.

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

Jun Huailang followed her back, and coaxed: "Brother knows. Little Que'er has flown back to the sky, later brother will find you another small animal and let it accompany you for Little Que'er, okay? "

His voice was as clear as spring water in the mountains, it was pleasant to hear, but now he softened the tone, making one unable to help but want to indulge in it.

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

"To have a cat that won't kill you," she added.

Jun Huailang smiled and nodded, then asked her if she had eaten, the etiquette at the palace banquet would be cumbersome, and she might be hungry for a while.

So Jun Linghuan obediently went to eat, and generously gave Jun Huailang the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that he had saved for lunch.

Jun Huailang looked at the little girl who looked at her expectantly, waiting for him to taste her favorite pastry, and her heart became a little tight.

In my previous life... how could I let her suffer like that.

Jun Linghuan crouched in front of him, watching him holding the cake but refusing to eat it, forgot even the sadness for a moment.

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

Only then did Jun Huailang come back to his senses.

He paused, smiled comfortingly at Jun Linghuan, raised his hand to wipe the top of her soft hair, and his clear voice carried firmness and seriousness that others could not detect.

"Brother will definitely protect you." He said.

He will never let Xue Yan have the slightest chance to succeed.