The Chen Qing Collection of Two Worlds [Rebirth]

(follow-up to absenteeism)

In the middle of the night, Lan's ancestral hall.

The door was ajar, silently, there were two white figures kneeling long, similar in appearance, with straight backs.

When the breeze blows, the moon leans on the threshold of the clouds, and a fairy of Gusu throws a branch of orchid jade in front of her knees.

All of a sudden, Lan Wangji brushed off the fragrant snow all over his body with his sleeves flicking the clouds, then picked up the magnolia branch in front of him, and said calmly, "Brother."

Lan Xichen narrowed his eyes and meditated, as if he had fallen into a state of meditation.After a moment of silence, he said, "What's the matter?"

Lan Wangji asked, "Do you like Magnolia?"

Lan Xichen tilted his head: "...I don't like it."

In the late spring, the third day of the third month, the Lan family in Gusu has a Xiangsheng courtyard, the magnolias are bright, and the snow is surrounded.

Lan Wangji nodded, and said again: "Brother, do you know?"

Lan Xichen: "What?"

Lan Wangji looked up at the white jade branch in his hand, and said, "I like magnolia flowers."

Lan Xichen said, "Then let someone transplant two plants into your yard tomorrow."

Lan Wangji shook his head and said, "No."

Lan Xichen was puzzled: "Oh? Why don't you want it again? Didn't you just say..."

Lan Wangji said, "Brother."

Lan Xichen: "Tell me."

Lan Wangji: "This magnolia is not that magnolia."

"It's all magnolia."

"Different......"

Seeing Lan Wangji staring at the magnolia petals blown down by the wind, Lan Xichen asked curiously, "Then tell me, what's the difference between this magnolia and magnolia?"

After a long silence, Lan Wangji said, "The one in Zangshuge is the most beautiful."

"Well......"

Lan Xichen looked distressed: "Only this magnolia tree is helpless, I can't help you transplant it."

Lan Wangji nodded and said, "Well, there's no rush."

Lan Xichen hesitated for a moment, and reminded: "Wangji, don't blame brother for talking too much. It's already late spring, if you don't transplant them, you'll have to wait for another year, I'm afraid there will be many dreams in the night."

Lan Wangji said, "It's nothing...the time has come."

There is an incense table in front of the two of them, on which there is a stick of incense, which is used when punishing kneeling, which is called kneeling incense.At this time, the incense sticks were all burned out, and the smoke disappeared. Lan Xichen got up and lit the incense sticks again, and knelt back to his original place.

After waiting for a while, Lan Wangji said, "Brother."

Lan Xichen asked, "What's the matter?"

Lan Wangji said, "Have you ever eaten magnolia flowers?"

"..."

Lan Xichen said, "Not really."

Lan Wangji said, "I heard that you can drag noodles and fry them in sesame oil."

Lan Xichen said, "Maybe it can."

Lan Wangji said, "It tastes better when dipped in honey."

"I haven't tried it."

"I do not have either."

"...Forget the opportunity." Lan Xichen tentatively asked, "Do you want someone to pick some magnolias and fry them?"

After thinking about it, Lan Wangji shook his head solemnly, and said seriously, "I'll do it myself."

Lan Xichen was shocked, "You know how to cook?"

"will not."

Then, Lan Wangji added, "Wei Ying said he would."

Lan Xichen heaved a sigh of relief.

Before he could ask again, he saw a ball of white fluffy snowball suddenly squeezed in through the crack of the door, slowly rubbing against the two of them and lying down.

Lan Xichen took a closer look and said amusedly, "Wang Ji, you have a guest."

Sure enough, on the jade back of the white rabbit was riding a rouge-colored paper figurine. The villain's neck was thrown back, and a magnolia branch was carried on his shoulders, looking left and right with great air.

Lan Xichen said: "Young Master Wei knelt down in the courtyard, why did you find the ancestral hall here?"

Lan Wangji lowered his head and reprimanded softly, "Kneel well."

But the white rabbit and the little man didn't listen to him, each of them grabbed Lan Wangji's sleeve, as if they wanted to just drag him away.

Lan Xichen suppressed a smile: "Young Master Wei misses you."

As soon as the words were finished, the paper man jumped onto Lan Wangji's arm, and climbed over mountains and ridges among the brocade with difficulty, climbing all the way to his forehead, and then held on to his forehead tightly, holding on to his death.

Lan Wangji stretched out his hand and pulled the villain out of his hair, and said helplessly, "Don't make trouble."

Lan Xichen looked amused, and said, "It's okay to make trouble, after all, it's cute, and you like it."

Lan Wangji said, "It's too noisy."

Hearing this, the paper man seemed to be indignant, he struggled hard and escaped from his grasp.Then it fell with the breeze like a willow leaf, lying prone on the white rabbit's back, motionless.

Lan Xichen regretted, "It's broken, it's broken, Wangji, Mr. Wei is angry."

Lan Wangji was at a loss for what to do, "Brother, what should I do?"

Lan Xichen said, "It's easy, admit your mistake."

Lan Wangji said, "Okay."

After a while, he said again: "How do I admit my mistake?"

Lan Xichen wondered: "...I have no experience as a brother."

After a moment of quiet thinking, Lan Wangji suddenly said, "Brother, it's okay for the emperor to laugh."

Lan Xichen shook his head and said, "It's possible, it's possible, but the family rules don't allow it."

There was another silence before Lan Wangji said, "I'll take him down the mountain."

"No need, make another trip."

Lan Xichen looked at the villain who was lying on the rabbit and pretended to be dead, and said sincerely, "Pretend I didn't see it."

Hearing this, the paper man leaned on his head, dug himself out of the pile of fur, and jumped up and down in an instant.

After the second stick of incense burned out, Lan Xichen stood up from the futon, patted the incense dust on his knees, and said leisurely, "I'm done punishing my brother."

Lan Wangji looked like an old monk in meditation, without squinting, he said, "Brother, go slowly."

Lan Xichen hesitated to leave, hinting, "Don't you have anything to say to brother?"

Lan Wangji said, "Look at Wei Ying for me."

Lan Xichen persevered and said, "Wangji, brother, this unreasonable disaster was caused by you."

"......Um."

Lan Wangji said, "Brother worked hard."

"Then?"

"Walk slowly."

Lan Xichen: ...

The two brothers were frozen, when they suddenly heard a commotion outside the door, the person at the head was quite familiar.

"Brothers, it's hard work, hard work! Just throw me at the gate of the ancestral hall. I've stayed there and know the way very well!"

I saw Wei WuXian being turned away by two disciples of the Lan family and sent to the ancestral hall. As soon as he entered, he rushed towards Lan WangJi and said with a grin, "Lan Zhan, don't miss me, I'll come to accompany you."

Lan Wangji frowned slightly, but he didn't push him away in the end, he just said, "Demeanor."

The ancestral hall is clean and really not suitable for being too intimate.Wei Wuxian took advantage of his thick skin a few times, then dragged the futon next to him, and knelt obediently next to him.

Lan Xichen said: "Young Master Wei, you were punished to kneel in the courtyard, why did you come to the ancestral hall and punished to kneel?"

Wei WuXian lifted the hem of his clothes, pointed to the mud stains on his knees, and replied honestly, "Mr. Lan asked me to come."

Lan Wangji glanced at him, and said flatly, "Naughty."

Wei Wuxian refused to accept, "I didn't!"

It turned out that there was a torrential rain at dusk and the clouds were deep. Although the courtyard was spotless, the rain was over and the water was flooding, which inevitably brought out some muddy water from the flower garden.

After Wei Wuxian picked it left and right, he could only barely find a small, secluded corner where he knelt down.Moreover, when the Lan's Immortal Mansion was dark and the night was quiet, no one would pass by here.But tonight, Yunshen I don't know where it is very lively. An extremely unfamiliar elder of the Lan family passed by the courtyard and saw him kneeling in the mud from a distance, so he asked aloud, "Why is it in the mud?" Wind · Beifeng · Decline")

The sky was dark, and although Wei Wuxian didn't recognize the person who came, he still pretended to be conscientious and said: "If you talk lightly, you will be angry." ("The Book of Songs · Guofeng · Beifeng · Baizhou") I went to complain and seek comfort, but I was angry and bad-tempered. 】

The other party's voice was cold, but soft like a spring breeze, and he asked with a smile, "Who's angry?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Mr. Lan."

Sure enough, Lan Qiren's stern voice came from behind: "You, get lost to the ancestral hall, don't embarrass yourself here!"

So, Wei Wuxian made a big salute and quickly left.

After Lan Xichen finished listening, he said helplessly, "Master Wei, Mr. Wei, if you want to come to the ancestral hall and talk to Wangji, why bother to anger my uncle?"

Wei Wuxian said: "Jun Zewu, I said it! But Mr. Lan thinks that I will spoil Lan Zhan, so I am not allowed to kneel with him."

Lan Xichen glanced at the two of them, shook his head and said, "Since you have fulfilled your wish, you will be punished well. I'll go out and see Uncle."

Wei Wuxian turned around, cupped his hands to Lan Xichen, and said, "Thank you Zewu-jun."

Lan Xichen sighed, and slowly walked out of the ancestral hall, but just as he stepped out of the gate, he saw a beautiful white figure standing not far away.He took two quick steps and said respectfully, "Father."

Qingheng Jun looked at the ancestral hall through the crack of the door, and said with a faint smile, "How long will Wang Ji and Wei Ying be punished?"

Lan Xichen said, "Probably, a stick of incense."

Lord Qingheng said: "Stubborn nature."

Lan Xichen explained: "Father, Mr. Wei is a bit mischievous, but he can always play with Wangji. Wangji is too boring, so I think..."

Qingheng-Jun patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Xichen, I don't blame you, I just sigh."

Lan Xichen said, "Father... what are you lamenting?"

Lord Qingheng said: "Very similar."

"......picture?"

Lan Xichen asked, "Like who?"

Qingheng Jun never answered, but when he turned to leave, a purple gentian slipped gently from his front.