【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Jin Guangyao seemed to be crazy.

There is no certainty about when he went crazy.

In the past, Jin Guangyao was beautiful, with countless pairs of eyes staring at his every move. Xian Du coughed a little, and the wind swept from Jinlin Terrace to the depths of Gusu Cloud, exaggerating to become Immortal Du. Feeling pity and heartbroken, it caused the blue clan to roll their eyes, provoked the imagination of young girls and young women, and provoked the fairy gate spectators to talk about it.

What a touching brotherhood!If Chi Feng Zun is still there, this good story of the three being sworn brothers is like the moon on August [-]th, complete and complete.

Every time he heard such words, Lan Xichen would show a regretful expression. Jin Guangyao, like a chick learning from a hen, followed Lan Xichen's example, and shed a few tears in a pretentious way, but secretly in her heart "Bah", scolded like a shrew: "Perfect/fart!"

When three people walk together, there is always one person who is redundant. Unfortunately, Nie Mingjue is that redundant guy. Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen are very affectionate, and Nie Mingjue always wants to be an uninvited guest. It also smashed Lan Xichen's field.

Lan Xichen has no temper at all, and every time he is embarrassed, he always insists that "big brother" is long and "big brother" is short, chattering endlessly.

Arguing, pleading, placating, like a slut's foot-bindings, it goes on and on.

Jin Guangyao was furious because the foot wrap was so wrapped up, because he really wanted to see Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue fight.

It's been several times, but the battle hasn't started yet. Jin Guangyao is tired. He really can't be bothered to watch two men who are eight or nine feet tall and strong enough to carry a tripod. Moving down, he happened to see Lan Xichen's hand on the hilt of Shuoyue's sword. The veins on the back of his hand were knotted like a winding and ferocious green dragon totem, which scared everyone to death.

Ah, the long strip of white cloth can't be tied anymore, since you want to beat him to death, why don't you do it?

Living so aggrieved, this fairy is worthless, even the ruffians live more freely than you.

Jin Guangyao thought gloatingly.

He stuck out his scarlet tongue, like a poisonous snake spit out a letter, and smiled sinisterly, the little man in his heart appeared again, and scolded with a smile: "Prudish."

Jin Guangyao is not prudish, he is annoyed by Nie Mingjue, and he doesn't want to be a rebellious younger brother, after much deliberation, he has no choice but to wrong his elder brother.

With a small trick, Nie Mingjue was killed/killed. After that, the moon was white and the wind was clear, and the days were as happy as a fairy.

Tong Xingyu ordered him to be sent to him, and the secret technique that was not allowed to be passed on to him was passed on to him, and the immortal governor above ten thousand people praised him to do it.

No matter how heartless a person/scum is, he will be defeated by this kindness before and after the saddle, not to mention that Jin Guangyao thinks that he is still a long way from being a real scum. Just laugh foolishly, and the "false prudence" is less slanderous.

You've become a little nymphomaniac, it's a shame

It doesn't matter if he is upright or not, if he treats him well, he will be a first-class good person, if he treats him badly, he will be a bad enemy, right and wrong, it all depends on his feelings.

This is Jin Guangyao's way of judging people.

Simple, rough, but less tangled, more easy to use.

Some prudish people like to find troubles for themselves, so they always lose a lot of hair.

He didn't have such troubles. He raised a crow's black hair, which caused Mr. Lan to always stare straight at him, and he would do it when he found an opportunity.

Jin Guangyao is quite proud of himself. He used to dislike himself for attracting bees and butterflies, but he didn't know that when the big moon came inadvertently, this dislike became much lighter. Sometimes he even took some ingenuity to dress up beautifully, all in order to strengthen the two great families. The Alliance sacrificed Hue.

During that period of time, the heart was really full of spring, and it was embarrassing.

He paints, he hands the pen.

He bathes, he hands clothes.

He pesters him, he is happy.

He is his darling, afraid of melting in his mouth, afraid of breaking in his hands.

It looked complete.

——It's a complete fart.

Isn't it just a fart?Other than that, Jin Guangyao really couldn't find a more appropriate description.

When Nie Mingjue's death was revealed, Jin Guangyao tried his best to die, and managed to turn the moon into a dark spot for him, but he couldn't escape, and finally his reputation was ruined.

That day in the Avalokitesvara Temple, Jin Guangyao was at the end of his rope and said all shameless pleadings. Lan Xichen, who killed a thousand swords, had a stern face and said righteously: "No, you made a mistake and you will be punished. I also made a mistake. , will also be punished.”

Sure enough, sure enough, men's mouths are deceiving ghosts.

Jin GuangYao let out a disdainful snort.

He hated Lan Xichen to death, this heartless man, he had been ironing and serving him for many years, serving tea and water, warming the bed and folding the quilt. door.

This is a money-losing business, so you say it's annoying or not?

The freshly stitched wound burst open again, and the blood flowed profusely in an instant, mixing with the rainwater falling from the tile cracks, and dyed the snow waves of Venus on the chest into a bright red peony.

What a festive color, just right to celebrate his downfall.

Now that he has collapsed, Jin Guangyao has no scruples and angrily decides to tear Lan Xichen apart.

He suddenly stood up, straightened his waist, and roared: "What are you? My father? God? What right do you have to judge me?!! You think I don't know the dirty thoughts in your heart all these years Is it?!!! I remember the number of times you forced it! Isn’t it going to be judged? I will reveal all the things about the two of us, keep and describe every detail carefully, so that the blind men under the Swallow Bridge in Gusu can say Up to three hundred and six times!"

Lan Xichen was reprimanded to take a step back, two patches of red clouds flew over the ice-clear snow, showing an expression of shame and anger, he was still so beautiful, but Jin Guangyao crushed his proud demeanor to pieces.

The hand holding the flute and playing the piano was raised high, then froze in mid-air, and finally reined in the precipice with a slap.

Jin Guangyao smiled and reminded: "Mr. Zewu, your forehead is crooked."

The laughter was stern, like a bewitching evildoer.

Lan Xichen couldn't hold back his face, and told the rest of the people to go out, and everyone obeyed tactfully, and filed out of the hall.

Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen were left alone in the hall, separated by a cold statue of Guanyin.

Lan Xichen was trembling with anger, and Yushan just collapsed in front of Jin Guangyao.

"Oh, you also have some shameful places." Jin Guangyao smiled happily, he felt that he had won a complete victory, and he had never been so happy in the past few years.

He pressed on Lan Xichen every step of the way, and he couldn't get rid of his hatred with one blow, followed by another blow.

Jin Guangyao circled around Lan Xichen, dancing and humming a little tune happily: "Bright flowers, bright moon, dark cage and light mist, let's go to Lang's side tonight. Wearing socks, walking on the incense steps, and carrying gold-thread shoes. See you at the south bank of the hall, always cuddling with others and trembling. It is difficult for a slave to come out, and teach you how to pity..."

Later, Lan Xichen recalled that Jin Guangyao had probably started to go crazy at this time, and he transformed into a bewitching vine, entangled crazily, leaving Lan Xichen with no way to go to heaven and nowhere to go to earth.

They are entangled, not only dependent on each other, but also strangling each other.

At this time, Jin Guangyao was singing an erotic song, about a pair of lovers' romantic rendezvous. Lan Xichen blushed, tongue-tied, and fought back: "You don't...don't talk nonsense...I didn't..."

"You don't? You don't have anything? Didn't you fall in love with me, didn't you write me in Huajianci? Or didn't you kiss me while I was asleep?"

Jin Guangyao laughed strangely, like a ghost asking for his life, trying to bully Lan Xichen.

"I'm just talking nonsense! Just talking nonsense! Just talking nonsense! You killed me, you cut me! I will definitely become a ghost, and come to haunt you for life and life. We will be in heaven and earth. If we don't get entangled until our souls are scattered, it will not be over."

Lan Xichen raised his eyebrows, gently pushed Jin Guangyao away, avoiding the venomous gaze, and said resolutely, "I won't kill you, but I won't let you go either."

After finishing this sentence, he lowered his voice again and said to himself: "I won't allow you to talk softly to others. You have no bottom line at all. You can do anything. I will never allow it."

Jin Guangyao got angry, and he cursed: "Prudence, hypocrisy! You deliberately don't want to make me feel better!"

When Lan Huan heard it, he was also sullen, no matter whether people outside heard the movement or not, he said loudly: "I'm having a hard time, why are you having a good time?"

Jin Guangyao opened his teeth and claws, and rushed forward, biting Lan Xichen's left ear with his mouth, and the momentum drove Lan Xichen to hit the big wall heavily.

Lan Xichen was caught off guard, the pain was overwhelming, but he didn't move, his face was neither happy nor sad, just like the aloof Avalokitesvara statue.

The flowery shelves of the two Taoist fairy heads shattered to the ground.

What a wonderful nest fight.

Nie Huaisang heard the commotion, stepped in and saw this scene, couldn't help smiling.

Jin Guangyao's spiritual power had been suppressed, and his body was covered with bruises. He had exhausted all his strength in this pounce, and before he could bite off Lan Xichen's fragrant and soft ears, he was subdued by the rushing in Lan Xichen's disciples.

His mouth was full of fishy sweetness, he spat out blood foam, smacked his lips and said, "Your ears are still quite hard."

On the opposite side, half of Lan Xichen's face was stained bright red, he didn't wipe it off, he just straightened and wiped his forehead, and said, "Take him back to Yunshen unknown place."

Nie HuaiSang asked: "Shouldn't you be escorted to a public trial in front of the big families?"

Lan Xichen asked indifferently, "What does this have to do with them? Huaisang, do you want to label me as an accomplice?"

"Do not want to."

Nie Huaisang unfolded his folding fan, covering half of his face.

So Jin Guangyao was captured by Lan Xichen and brought back to Yunshen, where he was locked up.

How long it will be locked up is not certain, anyway, it cannot be two or three years.

A happy story is broken into mooncake shards, and a good relationship becomes a bad relationship. Even the first meeting of Yunping back then, in Lan Xichen's mind, was also tinged with conspiracy.

Jin Guangyao wanted to complain about this, and he was obsessed with picking up a handsome man to go home. How could it be a deliberate design?At that time, there was a lot of flirtations on the wall, and Lan Xichen didn't miss out on him.

Lan Xichen slept comfortably on his small broken bed made of door panels.

Mr. Lan obviously doesn't understand what politeness is.

Who knows that when Meng Yao invited Lan Xichen to sleep with him, it was just a few polite words, but this young man was so dull that he took it seriously, and really thought that he, Meng Yao, was a selfless little white lotus.

Later, Jin Guangyao had many beds, ivory, yellow rosewood, red sandalwood, and Beihai cold jade. These beds were all covered with fragrant and beautiful quilts, but Lan Xichen still said that the bed made of door panels was the best. good.

snort!Prudish.

Jin Guangyao cursed again, but colorful bubbles popped up in the lake of his heart.

After many years, these bubbles burst and turned into froth again, which disperse when blown.

Jin Guangyao believes that this experience of his own is enough to be written into a storybook, a warning for ignorant boys and girls:

Wild flowers on the roadside cannot be picked, let alone men on the roadside.