The Chen Qing Collection of Two Worlds [Rebirth]

The night is cool, the clouds are deep and the moon is deep, and the tired pillow is lonely and hard to sleep.You can't sleep at Haishi, and the evening bell is like a dog barking.The bell is beating and the birds are scattered, but Wei Ying still hasn't returned...

Disgusted!Disgusted!Disgusted!

After Lan Wangji tossed and turned on the couch, tossing and turning a few times, he finally felt sleepless, so he got up with a lamp and put on his clothes, and stretched out his hand to push away the moonlight in front of the window.

Quiet outside, the courtyard is deep, and the evening flowers are red.There are trees in the mountain cherry, and in the swing courtyard, suddenly there is a warm wind curtain, raising the shadow of a courtyard of flowers.As the shadow of the candles in the room gradually deepened, Lan Wangji seemed to sense something, and turned around to look at the piano table.But there is a painting hanging on the white wall behind the piano table, which depicts the scene of two people enjoying cherry blossoms in April last year.The expressive freehand brushwork, imaginative imaginativeness is wonderful, and the brushstrokes of Qiong Danqing are written by Wei Wuxian himself.

Waiting for a closer look at this scene, the cherry red wine is ripe, and the spring is thick and I don't know the heat.

Lan Wangji was dressed in cloud satin, and sat under the mountain cherry tree. There was a bluestone next to the tree, placed on the qin stone, and wrote heartfelt words; while Wei Wuxian was leaning on the cherry tree, expressing his feelings in his hand and on his lips.When the breeze rises, the flute of cherry blossoms in Yishu Mountain flies; the cherry blossoms play the piano, and the mountains and flowing water are played three times.

However, today's paintings are different from those of the past.

When Lan Wangji got closer, he realized that Wei Wuxian had filled in a small poem in the original blank space.The writing is spirited, but careless, and there seems to be ink dots blurred by faint wine traces in a hurry, which should be accidentally dripped on it while drinking.

Lan Wangji turned on the oil lamp, leaned closer to read the poem carefully, and the ice melted in an instant:

【Forget Sakura】

In the depths of Lian Shengyun, Qin is startled by Yunmengtang.

Two lives and three lives are lucky, next to the cherry tree of Wangji.

The blue water surrounds the quiet room, and the emperor laughs at Wei Lang.

Where is the dust, Chen Qing has a long dream.

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Yunmeng Wei Ying

Wei Wuxian said goodbye to Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao, and what he saw just after returning to the quiet room was this picture scroll of "Xianjun reading poems at night under the lamp".So he became very playful, took advantage of Lan Wangji's unawareness and quietly went up to the roof, hanging upside down under the eaves.Then wiped the dirt and ashes to pretend to be a grimace, and made a rustling sound, squeezed his throat, imitating the ghostly wind on the stage and said: "The time of Hai has passed, the gate of hell is wide open, and the evil spirit is dying. You pay for my life!"

The Lan's Immortal Mansion is in the realm of Jialan, surrounded by Buddha's voice, invulnerable to all poisons, and there has never been a precedent of being disturbed by fierce gods and evil spirits.You don't need to think about it, you know, it must be some boring and unenviable person who came back from thousands of miles away, lonely at night, just wanting to have some fun.

Lan Wangji smiled lightly, and said to himself, "Nonsense."

Then he turned around and walked to the window, dragging Wei Wuxian from the eaves into the house with a little force, not disliking his disheveled appearance, so he picked up a clean cloth towel beside him to clean him up.

Lan Wangji's hands were too strong, and with a hint of teasing, he almost rubbed Wei Wuxian's facial features out of place.While thumping, he complained: "Ah, ah! Lan, Lan Zhan, there is no one who murdered her husband!"

Lan Wangji turned a deaf ear to it, and caught him wiping him two or three times before giving up.

Wei Wuxian's fair cheeks turned red from his rubbing, like boiled shrimp, hot and spicy, itching unbearably.He was angry for a while, pointing at the second young master Lan and complaining: "Lan Wangji! I, Wei Wuxian, have no grudge against you! As for such a heavy hand."

Lan Wangji lowered his eyes and remained silent, then said with a sense of grievance, "You promise me..."

Wei WuXian wiped a clean damp cloth on his face, and then asked, "Brother Lan, what did I promise you?"

Lan Wangji said, "When I wake up the next morning, I can see you."

Wei Wuxian was at a loss for words, this time on Jinlin Terrace he was "fighting snakes with tongues" and "vomiting blood with poison". place.

have to!It's not that the second master Lan just cares about it.

Wei Wuxian smiled apologetically, "Master Hanguang-jun has a lot, please forgive me this time!"

Lan Wangji said, "Not good."

The methods that have been tried a hundred times in the past are not working now.Wei Wuxian exclaimed in surprise, "Why?!"

Lan Wangji said, "Small amount tonight."

Wei Wuxian: ...

After a while, Lan Wangji saw that he was still silent, and seemed to want to play tricks on him, so he suddenly covered the wound on his chest, frowned and said, "It hurts..."

Wei Wuxian was really worried, he hurriedly helped him to lie back on the couch, then quickly untied his belt to check the wound, and deliberately asked with a straight face, "Wangji, have you taken the medicine for tonight?"

Lan Wangji shook his head and said, "Bitter."

After being reminded by the Second Young Master Lan, Wei Wuxian finally remembered what Lan Xichen had sued him in the Douyan Hall.He glanced at the "lawless" Second Young Master Lan, pretending to be annoyed, and said, "Why is it so hard, you are so grown up, and you are still like a child, you have to drink even if you are afraid of suffering! You are so injured that you don't drink medicine, it's because you are preparing for it." Make me a widow?!"

Lan Wangji listened quietly to the training.

After the "good words of persuasion" passed by the second young master Lan, Wei WuXian took the bedside medicine bowl and prepared to feed the medicine.The walls of the tentacle bowl are warm, and the concoction is emitting a faint white gas. It should be the new soup that the disciples have just cooked.He stirred the silver spoon in the soup, then scooped up a spoonful of concoction and let it cool down, bringing it to Lan Wangji's mouth.

However, the second son did not open his mouth again.

Wei Wuxian faintly had a bad premonition, and said calmly, "Open your mouth."

Lan Wangji ignored it and turned his head away.

Wei Wuxian said with a headache, "Second Ancestor, what's the matter with you?"

Lan Wangji still used one word: "Bitter."

Wei Wuxian took a deep breath, and said kindly, "Second Brother Lan, how about...how much rock sugar can I add for you?"

Lan Wangji refused, "Not good."

Wei Wuxian said, "Second brother, why is it not good?"

Lan Wangji insisted, "Not sweet."

Why not kill you!

Wei Wuxian continued to babble, "Bingtang is not sweet... It's easy to say! I'll add two spoonfuls of honey to you."

Lan Wangji still shook his head and said, "Not sweet."

Wei Wuxian was "shocked" and said, "It's not sweet yet!"

Lan Wangji said firmly, "It's not sweet."

Wei Wuxian regretted, "Since adding honey is not sweet, there is no other way. Otherwise, if I let you kiss twice, it might be sweet, how about it?"

"Do not......"

However, as soon as the words came out, Fang felt wrong.Lan Wangji immediately changed his tune and said, "Okay."

Wei Wuxian insisted, "No, no, no, Lan Zhan, you just said no!"

Lan Wangji said, "I agree."

Wei WuXian quibbled: "No, if it's better, it's not good!"

Lan Wangji almost gritted his teeth, and said seriously, "Okay, I agree."

Wei WuXian put the medicine bowl back to its original place, laughed and rolled into the bed with Lan WangJi in his arms, kissed him hard, and said, "I'm just kidding you, I'm so angry. Come on, let you Brother Wei loves you very much, how pitiful we are for Wangji, and brother Wei doesn’t take medicine when he’s not here. But it’s hard for your elder brother, and you will sue Jinlintai.”

Lan Wangji's earlobes glowed faintly, and he said calmly, "Brother, it's troublesome."

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Hey Lan Zhan, you must not blame your brother for suing. If your brother didn't tell me, I wouldn't know that the second brother likes me so much, and he can't drink or sleep without me. Steady. It's already past Haishi, but you haven't slept yet!"

Lan Wangji hugged him lightly, and said softly, "You should be punished."

Wei WuXian said, "What should I punish you for?"

Lan Wangji said, "It's up to you."

With an idea, Wei WuXian leaned into his ear and whispered, "Then I will punish HanGuang-Jun: 'Be good to me in the last life, this life, and the next life."

From now on, there will be no envy and forgetfulness, and there will be a couple from generation to generation.Let him be cloudy and dreamy, and share his feelings with Jun Bichen.

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "How about Lan Zhan, do you accept the punishment or not!"

Lan Wangji stared at him, his eyes full of stars, and said, "Yes."

The author has something to say: [Wang Ying]

In the depths of Lian Shengyun, Qin is startled by Yunmengtang.

Two lives and three lives are lucky, next to the cherry tree of Wangji.

The blue water surrounds the quiet room, and the emperor laughs at Wei Lang.

Where is the dust, Chen Qing has a long dream.

Remarks: The word "Ying" was chosen instead of the word "Ying", because Wei Ying had an ebony flute, which was given by the present Lan Wangji.

In the previous life, Lan Zhan composed the Wangxian song, and in this life Wei Ying also gave him a Wangying poem.

Wei Wuxian confessed affectionately:

Two lives and three lives are lucky, next to the cherry tree of Wangji.

Another: mountain cherry is a kind of cherry blossom, which is native to China. It was popular for viewing cherry blossoms as early as the Tang Dynasty.