【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Jin Guangyao had a very long dream.

He dreamed that he became a Matanga woman and met the handsome Ananda on a clear sunny day. Ananda didn't think she was humble and accepted the water she offered, so she fell into obsession and chased Ananda. Always dedicated to the Buddha, unwilling to give her a look.

In the dream, Ananda's face overlapped with Lan Xichen's, which made Jin Guangyao's and Madangya's joys, anger, sorrows, joys, greed, hatred, and hatred completely merged into one.

The Matanga woman tried her best, but she couldn't surrender Ananda. She felt desperate, and the pain of not being able to love made her have evil thoughts. She wanted to cast a spell on Ananda, so that Ananda had only him in his eyes, and entangled with him. ocean.

The Matanga woman recited the mantra, and the cigarettes curled up in front of her. Suddenly, a thin young man jumped out of the void and said to him: "Ananda's whole heart is dedicated to the Buddha, and his lifelong wish is to become an Arhat. You love him, so why bother?" Destroying his practice? If you do harm in the name of love, then love is a sin."

This young man was dressed in rough kudzu clothes, and his whole body was dull. He was so pale that he couldn't find it once he entered the vast crowd. His pair of water-cut autumn pupils were black and white. It was innocence without experience, so pure, so pure that Jin Guangyao envy.

In the past, he also had such pure eyes, which was the trump card to capture the heart of the troubled young man.

Jin Guangyao took a closer look, isn't this Meng Yao?

Isn't Meng Yao the one?

Jin Guangyao resented Meng Yao for ruining his good deeds, and asked with a sneer, "You child who is unwanted in the whole world, don't you want to hug the moon and not let go?"

As soon as Meng Yao stretched out her hand, a white robe appeared out of thin air in her hand. It was made of fine brocade, with cirrus clouds floating on the robe, but there was a long and thin seam, which was stitched with yellowed cotton thread.

This is the family robe that Lan Xichen accidentally washed torn when he was hiding elsewhere. Meng Yao was short-sighted at that time, and didn't know that people like Lan Xichen never wore tattered clothes, and would mend the tattered clothes at night by lighting a lamp.

Jin Guangyao clicked his tongue. He claimed to have seen the world, so he sneered at Meng Yao: "Silly boy, what are you doing with this? You won't wear this blue shirt anymore. It's a waste of effort to mend it."

"I know this dress is no longer suitable for Mr. Lan, he told me to burn it, but I kept this robe." Meng Yao hugged the clothes tightly in her arms, her long eyelashes drooping, but her face showed infinite joy Satisfaction, "clothes are not as good as new, people are not as old. My wish is only that for the rest of his life, if he has spare time, he can occasionally remember that there was a Meng Yao who appeared in his life and washed his clothes."

Jin Guangyao was stunned, and then he remembered that the clothes were indeed kept by him privately at that time. From Yunping to Hejian, he would sneak up every night, sneak out of the package to have a look, look for a while, then He is full of energy, which inspires him to forge ahead even more than a head cantilever.

But he never showed off Lan Xichen's clothes to other monks.

If others know that he has friendship with Mr. Zewu, his life will be much easier, at least he won't be taken for granted as a handyman.

At that time, Meng Yao still had integrity, he wanted to meet Lan Xichen in an upright manner, not as a down-and-out white-clothed person, that way Lan Xichen would love him, but he would never put him in those innocent eyes .

Time has passed for so long that he has forgotten his original appearance.

Meng Yao hugged the old robe in front of her, and stared at Jin Guangyao indifferently: "I hate you."

Jin GuangYao smirked: "Why?"

Meng Yao said: "He is the person I enshrine on my heart, but you have completely ruined his reputation, poisoned him, and even tried to pester him to death, shouldn't I hate you?"

Jin Guangyao panicked and defended: "I didn't...I didn't mean to harm him!"

"Whether you mean it or not, you've already been harmed." Meng Yao said with contempt in her eyes, "Jin Guangyao, you are too greedy."

"NO, I have not!"

Jin Guangyao screamed and sat up, feeling cold all over, as if coming out of an ice cave.

A tall figure came up, stretched its long arms, and slowly, with a little care, wrapped around Jin Guangyao's shoulders.

Jin Guangyao was startled at first, his hairs stood on end with fright, when he smelled the familiar masculine breath, he immediately smoothed his hair, followed the lead of that arm, and snuggled into a warm chest.

The two were silent for a long time.

The moonlight passed through Zhuhu and sprinkled on the white jade floor tiles, like a gentle water wave, on which floated a round futon, seven tiles away from Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangyao was sleeping on the cold jade bed, Lan Xichen was meditating on the ground, a Mtanga girl actually separated a pair of lovers by a natural moat.

At least the moat did not exceed one zhang, Jin Guangyao comforted himself.

What kind of husband is one foot away?

Why don't you just go back, brothers, the relationship is so boring, you can toast me as you please, it's cool to have a knife in both sides.

Jin Guangyao imagined the bold picture, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lan Xichen asked, "Why are you laughing?"

Jin Guangyao's madness has passed, and his mind is very clear. He took the opportunity to propose: "Let's go back and be good brothers, do you think so?"

Lan Xichen tactfully refused: "Can the water that was spilled be taken back?"

Jin Guangyao didn't expect Lan Xichen to adopt this suggestion at all, he was just talking for fun, but Lan Xichen said quietly again: "Nie Zhan, you have no conscience."

"Why don't I have a conscience?" Jin Guangyao shuddered, feeling extremely guilty.

"You took my innocence, and then turned your back on it." Lan Xichen pinched Jin Guangyao's jaw, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze.

Jin Guangyao felt a little ashamed when he was forced to meet the blue fairy's resentful eyes. He reflected on himself: "Why am I like a dog father? I really am not a thing!"

Then he rejected that ridiculous thought, and pushed Lan Xichen: "Don't rely on me, you will be poisoned."

Lan Xichen insisted on refusing to leave: "This poison won't be contagious."

Jin Guangyao had no choice but to let him hold him. After a while, he summoned up his courage and asked, "Is there any chance I can be saved? Please tell me the truth, I don't want to be kept in the dark."

He felt the strength of the arms around him tighten, almost strangling him, Lan Xichen's voice was a little erratic: "There is no way now, but there will be a way in the future."

They are all sophisticated people, so there is no need to be explicit, just say three points, Jin Guangyao's heart is brightened, he skips this sad topic, and asks again: "Where are those people who forced you?"

"They were scolded away by you."

"They have been picked up by me, they must hate me to death, and they won't let it go." When encountering matters related to Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao's thoughts are very clear, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid, they instigate Wangji Come to make right with you."

Lan Xichen raised his eyebrows, and a lightning-shaped gully appeared between his brows.

Jin Guangyao immediately slapped himself on the mouth: "Bah! Crow's mouth!"

The reason why the crow's mouth is called a crow's mouth lies in its effectiveness.

After Xiaohan, Lan Wangji came back from a wandering trip. Before the tea was heated, the quiet room was full of elders who had watched him grow up. They looked at Lan Wangji with eyes that had never been so eager. They were so eager to Wei Wuxian. They all felt flattered for Lan Wangji.

The elders stayed in the quiet room for a long time, so long that Wei Wuxian counted the plum blossoms outside the window 33 times, and the red sun also fell to the corner of the eaves, and the quiet room returned to silence.

The clan elders left the cold room first, and Lan Wangji rushed to the cold room, and stayed until midnight. According to eyewitness disciples, when Hanguang-Jun left the cold room and stepped down the steps, his feet slipped because he walked too fast. , almost fell.

Early the next morning, Lan Wangji packed his luggage, and was about to leave Yunshen, the clan elders ran out of the mountain gate to persuade him to stay, but Lan Wangji said coldly, "I'll let him go, he'll let me go."

Regardless of the painstaking efforts of the elders in the family to stay, he immediately took Wei Wuxian and left in a huff.

When it comes to this point, everyone understands that the Lan's Shuangbi fell out.

Falling out over whom?

Who else could it be?

The clan elders were powerless, so they could only yell at that evil obstacle—now that the tree branches in Yunshen's unknown place were cut off by lightning, it was all the punishment from heaven brought by the evil obstacle.

Jin Guangyao's ugly scolding sound could not reach Jin Guangyao's ears, Lan Wangji left within an hour, Lan Xichen took Jin Guangyao with him, and brought a group of servants to live, sit and lie down, and went to the deep mountain hot spring Gu went to recuperate.

Lan Xichen became the shopkeeper, Lan Wangji ran away from home, the Lan family was torn apart, and finally began to make noises. Several respected elders began to put pressure on Lan Qiren, suggesting that Lan Zhuo be in charge of the Lan family's punishment.

Lan Qiren excused himself by saying that he had to wait for Lan Xichen to come back to make a decision, so the matter was over for the time being, but sooner or later, Lan Xichen would come back. At that time, how would a suzerain who had lost his prestige and arms resist the clan elders? What about trouble?

Lan Qiren was worried, but Lan Zhuo was full of ambitions. He had already planned a new round of offensive, and he just waited for Lan Xichen to come back and let this junior know the color. This time, he had to swatt the flies on the moon to death.

With the winning ticket in his hands, Lanzhuo is in high spirits. He pays more attention to reputation, and often leads his disciples to go hunting at night, winning praise and love from the people of Gusu, and at the same time accumulating popularity for himself.

On a chilly February day in spring, Lan Zhuo hunted back to the clouds at night, passing a beautiful lake, and suddenly heard a soft cry for help: "Help... help... who will save me?"

He went up to the sky with his sword, followed the sound, and saw a painted boat in the center of the lake spinning in the vortex, the crystal curtain swayed, and two graceful silhouettes in the painted boat could be vaguely seen.

I met a water ghost.

Lan Zhuo swiftly controlled the sword, and killed the water ghost who caused the chaos, and the boat also stopped, swaying with the soft waves, and heard another female voice in the boat shouting: "Miss, miss! Wake up! Who is coming?" Help my lady?"

Lan Zhuo boarded the boat, regardless of the defenses of men and women, he opened the crystal curtain, and saw a little girl hugging a woman in white, crying helplessly. Covering the jade face-this is a female crown, because of the yin energy entering the body, she fainted.

Lanzhuo rescued the female crown, and then sent the two girls back to the Taoist temple where she practiced Taoism. After a short distance, Lanzhuo knew that this woman, named Bicheng, was sent to the Taoist temple to practice Taoism because she was weak and sick since she was a child. The sins of the previous life cannot be released until the age of 20 - Bicheng is just 20 years old this year, and in three months, he can return to the vulgar.

Bicheng has a pair of beautiful eyes, which are always covered with mist, like the light rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March. She also speaks elegantly, reads poems and books well, and understands rhythm. She is a woman with both talents and looks.

When the road was over, Lanzhuo's heart was also moved by Bicheng. Although Bicheng was more than 20 years younger than him, Lanzhuo Xiuxian, who looked less than 30 years old, stood with Bicheng and was a perfect match.

Then, the vulgar story begins. Lanzhuo often passes letters to Bicheng Yuyan.

His original wife died young, and since then he has never met a suitable person and never remarried.

Their feelings quickly heated up, and Lanzhuo had the idea of ​​continuing.

Under Bicheng's repeated urging, Lanzhuo came to Bicheng's boudoir on a warm spring night, facing Bicheng's affectionate eyes, Lanzhuo couldn't control it, and made good things with Bicheng before they got married.

Afterwards, Lanzhuo presented Bicheng with the jade pendant, and agreed on a good date to come to propose marriage.

The day is coming soon, Lanzhuo came to Bicheng's house, in front of a residential house hidden in the alley, knocked on the door, and it was Bicheng who opened the door for him.

But today's Bicheng is completely different from the image of the past. Bicheng is painted with rich makeup, wearing a fiery red pomegranate skirt, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are stained with dust.

Lanzhuo walked in suspiciously, and the two doors closed immediately.

He was startled, and looked at the woman beside him: "Are you really Bicheng?"

"Of course she isn't." Another familiar voice answered him.

Jin Guangyao walked from the back hall to the front hall, followed by a group of monks, the snow waves of gold stars on the monks' chests shone brightly under the sun.

Lanling Jin family.

Jin Guangyao came to Bicheng's side, smiling viciously and cruelly: "Let me introduce you, this is Miss Feiyan, she is the most popular oiran in Gusu Yanzilou."

Lan Zhuo's five thunderbolts struck his head.

Feiyan lowered her head, as if she felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, in order to leave the brothel, I have no choice but to feel sorry for you."