【Xiyao】Fake prudence

The reason why gods are at ease is not because of their longevity. Longevity is just a punishment for a lonely person like Jin Guangyao.

The happiness of the gods comes from the Supreme Forgetfulness, because of forgetfulness, there is no trouble, and because there is no trouble, one can live forever.

People in the world blindly pursue longevity, but refuse to forget their feelings, putting the cart before the horse.

What is like?what is love?

Jin Guangyao thought he didn't understand, and he dismissed it. He felt that Lan Xichen didn't understand either.

You are also ignorant, and I am also ignorant. Only when we are together can we be happy and happy. Without vows of eternal love, there will be no separation between the two.

You wake up too, and I wake up too. Once you wake up, you will be like dry wood and raging fire, vigorous and earth-shattering.

As soon as Lan Xichen woke up, if that Gonggong knocked down Mount Buzhou, the sky of Xianmen collapsed, and there was a big crack in the sky, and Jin Guangyao, who was the only one who could mend the gap, couldn't take care of himself.

Time seemed to freeze, and thousands of eyes gathered on the nine-day moon.

At this moment, the noisy night market is quiet because of the awakening of the moon, and everything is completely silent. This is the only exception for welcoming the statue into Hanshan Temple.

The monks of the Nie family came back again, feeling at a loss for what to do in this situation.

The goal is too easy to achieve, but it makes them feel unreal.

Lan Xichen stared intently at Jin Guangyao, quietly waiting for his response, a man as cold as a moon, but his eyes were scorching hot.

Almost everyone who has seen his eyes has an illusion: the moon is burning.

Jin Guangyao's expression was in a trance, and after a while, he looked around Kun, his eyes lingering over strange faces, and then back to Lan Xichen's handsome face.

Suddenly grabbing Lan Xichen's skirt, pulling him closer, he asked, "Who are you in love with?"

Lan Xichen's lips parted slightly, feeling a little frustrated.

Jin Guangyao was too drunk.

Maybe this is not a good time to confess your heart, but the arrow is on the string, so I have to say it.

He could no longer lie to himself.

"I don't allow it! I don't allow it! I don't allow it!" Seeing that Lan Xichen didn't answer, Jin Guangyao thought that Lan Xichen was tacitly acquiescing, so he threw a tantrum.

He shook Lan Xichen desperately, with a brutal attitude, and his facial features were distorted by jealousy: "Lan Xichen, you are mine, you are not allowed to love others! You liar! Big liar! Prudence, hypocrisy! A big radish! Lian Cong It can't be done all at once!"

After scolding, he still didn't understand his hatred, but he bit Lan Xichen's shoulder again, like a dog gnawing on a bone, showing his ugliness.

Jin Guangyao's crazy behavior frightened the Nie family monks to retreat.

Lan Xichen let Jin Guangyao make trouble, and asked the instigator indifferently: "Nie Zheng, what did you feed him?"

Nie Zheng was the monk who fed Jin Guangyao the medicine. He was taken aback by Lan Xichen's name.

It turned out that Lan Xichen had been observing everything in the dark just now, but he didn't show up, so he didn't know what kind of medicine he bought in the gourd.

He silently opened the golden snail, and began to disentangle the relationship: "Zewu-jun, I just gave him a dose of truth-telling medicine, and the truth-telling medicine won't make people insane. It's because he has resentment towards you that he... ...that offends you, and besides, since Mr. Zewu saw everything about me just now, but didn't stop me, why?"

Lan Xichen stroked the back of Jin Guangyao's head, his movements were gentle, like stroking a Venus snowflake in full bloom under the moon, and his expression was full of love and affection: "Who told him to always want to escape? If you don't learn a lesson, how do you know that in this world, I am the one who treats you?" His best man?"

Nie Zheng shuddered inexplicably, full of sense of absurdity.

The fatal feelings have tormented the two Xuanmen fairy capitals to an abnormal state.

Jin Guangyao was tired of biting, and finally let go, a cloud floated over Lan Xichen's shoulders.

Jin Guangyao's eyes were dazzling and bright red, and he was full of regrets. He was afraid that Lan Xichen would ignore him, so he held onto Lan Xichen's wet clothes and babbled:

"Second brother, I didn't bite you on purpose... I can't control myself, I swear, I will never be jealous again, I won't mess with your face, and I won't disturb you, I will stay in the backyard obediently, If you come to see me once in a while, I will be satisfied..."

Jin Guangyao wept like rain, and his posture in front of Lan Xichen was almost as humble as dust, even more helpless, fragile, and humble than begging Lan Xichen on the day the Guanyin Temple was broken.

All it took was a dose of truth-telling medicine, and the false pretense was shattered. He took out his bloody heart, sacrificed to the god in his heart, and at the same time pushed himself to the edge of the cliff.

There is no way back.

Behind Nie Zheng, a monk from the Nie family snickered and cursed secretly: "As expected of being the son of a whore, he is so lowly. If he kneels and licks him, he might not even want him."

"You don't need to be jealous."

As if responding to the harsh words, Lan Xichen said to Jin Guangyao.

He held up his tear-filled face, wiped away Jin Guangyao's tears, and told him: "Nie Zhan, the one I love is you. The first time I saw you, you took away my soul. , in my heart, it's all about you."

Then, he leaned down and kissed two small sweet red lips in front of a group of traffickers and pawns in the most noisy downtown center, as an annotation for his sweet words.

Jin Guangyao caught the moon, the real moon, he was comforted by kisses, and his restless soul returned to calm.

He will never change his ways and turn to righteousness, but hopes to convert to Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen kissed so tenderly that he didn't care about the surprised and playful eyes around him. He stepped down from the altar and descended into the world, incarnate as an ordinary man, obeying the drive of inner desire.

He washes his hands and makes soup for him, and he is also willing to dye the dust for him.

Nie Zheng was dumbfounded and pinched his thigh to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

After a while, he laughed, the biggest prey voluntarily walked into the trap, how could he not laugh.

He had got what he wanted, and he gestured to his companions, and the group was about to leave silently. At this moment, a piercing bright blue sword light floated from the sky, and Nie Zheng was startled, before he could draw his sword to fight back. His right hand suddenly felt chilly, and a warm fishy smell rushed to his face.

is blood.

Looking down, the entire forearm of his right hand was gone, and then the severe pain came up, and Nie Zheng fell to his knees screaming.

Behind him, Lan Xichen had already got up with Jin Guangyao in his arms, and whispered softly to the person in his arms: "Wait a while, get over the trouble here, and go home."

Jin Guangyao was completely tamed by Lan Xichen, he nodded obediently, buried his face in Lan Xichen's warm chest, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The cultivators of the Nie family showed their celestial swords, just now they watched the bustling crowd flee in all directions, and the downtown became a mess.

Lan Xichen didn't keep Jin Guangyao waiting for a long time, he only used less than half a stick of incense to make everyone who opened his sword lose his right hand.

The monks lay mourning on the empty street, Lan Xichen walked past them with Jin Guangyao in his arms, the soles of his snow-white boots were soaked with blood.

Nie Zheng clutched his bleeding arm, prostrated himself at Lan Xichen's feet, gritted his teeth and said, "Sect Master Lan, haven't you considered the price of doing this?"

Lan Xichen kept walking, without giving him a look, he said in a rambling voice, "Have you considered the price of doing this again?"

The morning bell rang, and Lan Xichen carried Jin Guangyao into the cold room under the watchful eyes of everyone. Regardless of the divergent discussions outside, he just closed the door.

Jin Guangyao didn't sleep deeply, and woke up as soon as he touched Lan Xichen's cold jade bed. He hadn't let the medicine go away, and as soon as he woke up, he grabbed Lan Xichen's sleeve to prevent him from leaving his sight.

Lan Xichen was both sweet and heartbroken, Jin Guangyao would only openly express his obsession with him after taking the medicine, when he was sober, his hands would be covered with thorns the slightest touch.

Following Jin Guangyao's wishes, he asked his disciples to bring hot water, and Jin Guangyao and Jin Guangyao were separated by a white gauze screen, taking a bath separately, just like before, so close that they couldn't be more intimate, but separated by a layer of gauze.

Lan Xichen's heart was agitated, but his behavior was very regular - he didn't want to take advantage of others, if he really took advantage of Jin Guangyao's delirious mind and occupied him, wouldn't it be a prudence.

Jin Guangyao's heart was also eager to move, and his behavior was even more out of bounds.

The seedlings of love burst out and grew restlessly.

Nie Zhan was lying on the edge of the tub, his fingers were wet with water, and the white gauze was covered with the characters "Huan", big and small. Lan Xichen turned his eyes away, not daring to look at the person full of love.

Nie Zhan was restless in the room, he called softly: "Second Brother."

Lan Xichen let out a "hmm".

Nie Zhan shouted again: "Xichen."

Lan Xichen was still "hmm".

Nie Yi shouted again: "Huan."

Lan Xichen could no longer respond.

Unable to get a response, Nie Zhan got out of the tub, walked around the screen, and stood naked in front of Lan Xichen, humming and cursing, "Prudish!"

Lan Xichen closed his eyes, not to look at evil.

How could Nie Yi let him go so easily.

Pfft!

The warm water rose and overflowed the tub.

A cold body came up and wrapped around him tightly, and the temptation of evil followed closely: "Mr. Zewu, you have been loved by the common people—although I am evil, am I also one of the common people?"

Lan Xichen put out his whole life's cultivation before he calmed down and replied, "Of course."

Nie Zhan pressed him even tighter, licked and kissed the wound on his shoulder, and his charming voice trembled: "Nai Zhan is extremely cold, can Mr. Zewu be merciful and warm my body?"

Lan Xichen finally couldn't hold himself back, the water around him almost boiled, he——

Probing with two fingers, click on Jin Guangyao's sleeping point.

After waiting for a while, Fang dared to open his eyes, Nie Zhan was nestling in his arms with An Tian, ​​his sleeping face was pure and pure, with crystal drops of water hanging on his eyebrows, just like the weak boy when he first met.

Lan Xichen pushed back the wet hair sticking to his forehead, kissed his eyebrows and eyes, and finally stayed on his lips, lingering on him, he wanted him to infect his breath, imprint his brand, and be trapped by his side in this life.

He didn't know that it was the best arrangement to let Jin Guangyao go far away, at least it would be a good time to get together and part ways, and when they were separated at that time, they would be separated for the rest of their lives, and there was still some nostalgia left, Jin Guangyao would not hate him until now.

But what's the use of not hating him if you're not by his side, invisible and untouchable?

Lan Xichen can't be magnanimous, he would rather have real hatred than illusory gratitude.

He and Jin Guangyao are both selfish people.

If you are not selfish, how can you be human?

He insisted on bathing, wiping, and dressing Jin Guangyao, which were extremely simple actions, but they were as difficult as ten tortures. After everything was over, he was already sweating profusely.

Lan Xichen sat by the bed, quietly watching Jin Guangyao's sleeping face until Lan Qiren came in at dusk.

Lan Qiren didn't scold Lan Xichen as harshly as he imagined. When Lan Xichen insisted on taking Jin Guangyao back to Yunshen, he had already expected the situation today.

Lan Xichen tucked in the quilt for Jin Guangyao, went out with Lan Qiren, and the uncle and nephew sat quietly under the eaves.

Lan Xichen was the first to break the silence: "Is there any movement in Qinghe?"

Lan Qiren said: "It's a few days' journey from Gusu to Qinghe. They still have to recuperate their injuries. It's not that fast, but sooner or later, what are your plans?"

"Send a letter to Sect Master Nie, saying that I recently found out that A Yao planned the siege of mass graves because of her mental disorder. Lan Xichen calmed down and skillfully arranged countermeasures.

Hearing this, Lan Qiren re-examined Lan Xichen, and said, "Right now, the whole Gusu City is saying that you are crazy, and the clan elders suggest that you send him back to the Jin family."

"I'm not crazy, I just don't want to deceive myself anymore, I love him." Lan Xichen curled up his fingers slightly, looking at a begonia in the courtyard, "Without me, he would wither, and if he wasn't here, my life would be too. And then it ends."

For people who always live within the rules of the circle, expressing their attitude does not require fierce quarrels, just a few serious words are enough.

When he speaks, he never rhetoric, and he does what he says.

Lan Qiren was silent for a moment, then got up and left.

When Lan Xichen returned to the room, Jin Guangyao had already woken up. He hugged his knees facing the lamp, staring blankly at some lantern flowers. His black hair was like a waterfall, glowing faintly, covering half of his face, giving him a fragile beauty.

Lan Xichen didn't know how much he remembered about last night's gaffe, so he decided not to mention it.

To him, it was like a cloud breaks through the sky, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, but to Jin Guangyao, it can be called a lifelong shame.

When Jin Guangyao heard the movement, he immediately raised his head and shouted in a daze, "Huan."

"I'm here."

Lan Xichen responded softly, walked over quickly, took off his robe and put it on for him, and asked courteously, "What do you want to eat? I'll send someone down the mountain to buy it for you."

"I'm not hungry." Jin GuangYao shook his head, and then snuggled into his bosom, his movements were slow, a little hesitant, but he did it voluntarily after all.

He curled up in Lan Xichen's arms, looking exhausted, and said resignedly, "Huan, don't leave me."

Lan Xichen stroked his soft and shiny hair, and said, "I've always been by your side, and I've never left."

"No." Jin Guangyao shook off his baggy clothes, "I mean—"

He followed up the remaining words with actions.

Jin Guangyao tore off the belt of the side skirt of his white clothes, grabbed the warm hand, and guided him to slip under his clothes. Lan Xichen's hands trembled, and he hurriedly withdrew. He took a few steps back, kept a distance from him, and said, "It's okay. Until your body, I will still love you for the rest of my life.”

"Huan, you're wrong, it's me who wants you." Jin Guangyao smiled lightly, but his eyes were full of sadness, like moths flying into a flame, "Before I'm crazy, let me have you completely, okay?" ?"

As she spoke, the only two underwear she was wearing fell under Ou Bai's calf.

No matter how difficult it is for Lan Xichen to be entangled with evil obstacles, let alone he doesn't want to.

The ferocious part in the blood raised its head, and he let it go and acted recklessly, tearing up the rules and ethics, and throwing them out of the sky.

The evil obstacles demanded him in every possible way, and they craved endlessly. They sang and called him "Huan" over and over again.

So he made waves and sent clouds to rain.

That night, Jin Guangyao almost drowned in Lan Xichen's arms.