【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Its prosperity is also booming, and its death is also sudden.

This sentence was tailor-made for Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangyao rose to prosperity very quickly, in just two or three years, and collapsed very quickly, in just two or three days.

Within twelve hours, Jin Guangyao's rumors spread all over the world, stealing his father's limelight and becoming a topic of discussion.

Everyone was very curious about Lan Xichen's reaction, and someone even set up a gamble, betting that Lan Xichen would not be able to withstand the blow, hang himself with a mop on his forehead, and make amends to Chi Fengzun under the Nine Springs.

If Lan Xichen is gone, then Jin Guangyao can make up seven kills, complete.

There were also people who genuinely felt sorry for Lan Xichen.

Under the six kills, he still survived. The 20 years of dancing with wolves must have been very exciting.

The survivor Lan Xichen, after reading "The Compilation of Jin Guangyao's Black Stories", was not so weak that he took off his forehead and hanged himself, nor did he cry heartbreakingly over his elder brother's grave. The monks who wanted to eat melons were very disappointed.

But there is no impenetrable wall in the world after all. According to an insider who did not want to be named, Mr. Zewu split the Taihu rockery that Jin Guangyao gave him into two sections with one sword after he finished reading the pile of things that ruined the Three Views. This is an appropriate expression of indignation.

Since Jin Guangyao is too lively, releasing him back to Jinlin Terrace is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain. After a round of friendly consultations among the Immortals, Mr. Zewu finally made the decision: to imprison Jin Guangyao in the unknown place in the deep clouds, and let Gusu Lan's evening drums and morning bells Cleanse his dirty soul.

Everyone in the Xianmen muttered, Lan Xichen is going to save Jin Guangyao to death.

In fact, this is not the first time, except for Nie Mingjue's big bastard, anyone with eyes can see that Lan Xichen is very protective of Jin Guangyao.

Everyone sympathized with Nie Mingjue.

Jin Guangyao is unreliable, and Lan Xichen is even more unreliable.

The three brothers who were sworn brothers in Taoyuan also slept together, but there is absolutely no reason for Liu Bei and Guan Yu to sleep without Zhang Fei. Have you ever slept with them?

Reckless man, what kind of clique are you doing here? It's clearly the clique that messed with you.

The monks were no stranger to Lan Xichen's protection, they gathered together like crows, chattering and chattering all night, and dispersed the next day.

The most angry ones were Lan Xichen's uncles, seven aunts and eight aunts.

The Gusu Lan family and the Lanling Jin family have been looking at each other for hundreds of years, and they are indifferent friendships. The Jin family laughed at the Lan family's sourness and facial paralysis, making them too narcissistic.

There are two flowers blooming, each representing a branch, one different from the other, and each is happy.

It has been like this for 500 years, and I feel very good.

Who would have thought that Lan Xichen, as the head of the family, would have a fierce fight with the philistine Jin Guangyao, creating a ridiculous situation of "Jinlan family".

Therefore, Yunshen always sighed from nowhere: How can you not avoid the turbid waves and dust in the secular world in such a pure fairy house?

But who would dare to speak to Lan Xichen?As soon as Jin Xiandu snorted eagerly, Mr. Zewu pierced into the ten-foot soft red hair, never afraid of powdery powder and fragrance crumbs getting on his sleeves.

Jin Guangyao turned the boat over. He thought Lan Xichen could make a clean break with him, so why did he intensify and lure wolves into the house?From then on, it is inevitable that chickens will fly and dogs will jump, and the house will be restless.

This evildoer is like a hot dog skin plaster, once it is applied, it will become one with the skin, and if you want to tear it off, you have to take the leather and flesh together.

Lan Xichen didn't know whether it was dementia or simply fear of pain, but he refused to tear it up cruelly.

More than a dozen mouths chatted endlessly around Lan Xichen, spitting all over the place, the meaning was nothing more than not allowing Jin Guangyao to step into the gate of Yun Shen's unknown place.

After talking for a long time, Lan Xichen's attitude did not relax at all, he just stared blankly at a spring crabapple outside the window.

After a while, he stretched out his hand, plucked off a delicate and beautiful crabapple, crushed it in the palm of his hand, and said in a daze, "He accused me of hypocrisy and prudence. If so, I will put him in front of me to prove that he can't influence me at all." Even if he commits suicide, I will not go to see him!"

Lan Qiren was helpless: "He is talking nonsense, why do you bother to listen to your heart and compete with him? No one in the world knows what kind of person you are?"

Lan Xichen blew into his palm, and scattered petals filled his white clothes.

A good person who has been good for this or that all his life, but now he gets into the horns: "He doesn't know."

A man who has been let down is not easier to let go of than a woman who has been let down.

Noisy noises and threats of death could not stop Jin Guangyao from entering the gate of Yunshen Unknown Place. His attitude was very arrogant. When he came in, he was lying on a stretcher, basking in the sun, babbling and singing unbearable pornographic songs, turning the solemn The solemn Immortal Mansion tarnished the joy.

Lan Xichen had a clear heart, and Jin Guangyao just wanted to see him burn with anger and ruin that glamorous appearance, and Lan Xichen couldn't be fooled by that.

Mr. Lan watched the whole process with cold eyes, unwilling to let Jin Xiaojian tease him any more.

He was originally the moon in the sky, how could he sink into the sea of ​​evils with this evil obstacle soaked in the seven emotions and six desires?

Ridiculous, too ridiculous.

Those 20 years of prostration, obsession, and staring were purely accidental.

Ever since Jin Guangyao entered Yunshen, Lan Xichen couldn't sleep day and night, tossed and turned, even his memory was poor, and he often called Si Zhui Jingyi.

He suspected that Jin Guangyao took advantage of the biting of his mouth and gave him such evil tricks as lowering his head, so he privately asked Old Qi Huangsheng to have a look inside and out, he looked at it for a long time, and finally said cautiously:

"Zewu-jun, you have lacked nightlife for many years, resulting in endocrine disorders, which is why you are moody and angry. The solution is to take some clear fire soup, or end being single... Men who cultivate immortals are also men, and it is normal to have such needs. ——You don’t still think you can get pregnant just by holding hands, do you?”

Embarrassed, ashamed and embarrassing, Lan Xichen repeatedly asked others to keep it a secret, and fled as if he had gone home to retreat.

Mr. Lan's life is chaotic and chaotic, but Jin Xiaojian's side is far away from peace across a few walls of flowers.

As a prisoner, Jin Guangyao was treated like a VIP. He was given a small single room with a bed and quilt, food and drink, and when he opened the window, he could see the scenery of mountains and water, and the swaying flowers and trees.

The only thing that dissatisfied him was that the single room was located in a place where no birds lay eggs, and it was only a dozen feet away from the prudish snow cave.

That prudish prudish peeping at his white arm was all wriggling, as if it would be dirty to look at it even more. How would a bird dare to talk about love under the eyelids of an incomprehensible idiot?

"If you dare not talk about love, how can you lay eggs?"

Jin Guangyao often talks to himself like this, counting the flowers on the crabapple tree, passing day after day, not knowing when it will be.

He is stared at in daily life, and he is still regarded as important as being a fairy governor.

But who would pay attention to pondering the mind of a scumbag——the only one who would ponder his mind would not see him, and it would be in vain if he turned his spiritual tongue, and it would be in vain if he betrayed him miserably. I went to compete with myself.

It's not bad if you have one life left, it doesn't matter if you like it or not?

The son of a whore.

Without Zewu-jun's pity, the graceful and precious peony becomes a lonely weed, worthless.

Jin Guangyao is also very self-aware, neither crying nor fussing, nor looking for life, he is like a lazy pig every day, eating and waiting to die, sometimes Jin Ling feels sorry for him, and asks someone to bring in some expensive supplements, Jin Guangyao can also eat With relish.In the third month of imprisonment, Jin Guangyao began to toss about the farmhouse. He planted a bed of leeks and green onions, and he almost wanted to live his life like a poem.

Of course, all his actions were limited to a radius of [-] zhang, Jin Guangyao never tried to run out, nor did he make any big noises.

After a long time, Yun Shen almost forgot the existence of this evildoer.

Even Lan Xichen himself almost forgot.

After more than half a year of retreat, Lan Xichen came out of the retreat with a graceful demeanor, a refreshed mind, his emotions and anger were invisible, and everything was as usual.

Everyone thought that he had already passed that hurdle, and from then on it was another village.

The most self-proclaimed Gusu Lan family even started to arrange a blind date for Lan Xichen, and the seven aunts and eight aunts all made insinuations and asked Lan Xichen what kind of girl he liked.

Lan Xichen thought for a while, gestured at his chest, and said, "About this height, you have to be gentle, considerate, considerate, smile when you see me, know how to cook, make tea, sew, and understand poetry." painting."

The seven aunts and the eight aunts actually found a few according to the request, there were also ladies from all over the world, and Xiaojia Biyu also had some, but none of them succeeded. When I asked Lan Xichen why, Lan Xichen always kept silent.

Peace and peace is the day that is broken.

Hanshan Temple wanted to invite a new portrait of Guanyin to enshrine, so the host came to invite Lan Xichen's portrait.

The Gusu Lan family came from Buddhism, and Lan Xichen readily agreed. He bathed and changed clothes, burned incense and prayed, spread paper and ink, and painted a statue of Avalokitesvara with a sincere heart of respect to the Buddha.

Lan Xichen's painting skills are unrivaled in Gusu. The portrait is very natural, with soft brushstrokes, and the Wu belt is in the wind, lifelike. He uses cinnabar as the lip paint, and then touches the wheel between the eyebrows. The Guanyin on the portrait is immediately drawn To give life, as if to fly out of the painting.

The host watched from the sidelines, pondered for a long while, and said hesitantly: "Mr. Zewu, this Guanyin is beautiful, but... it seems to be a little too agile, lacking in dignity and compassion."

After finishing speaking, put your hands together and recite the Buddha's name non-stop.

The elders all looked at Lan Xichen with strange and horrified eyes, as if they were looking at a lunatic.

Lan Xichen carefully looked at the Avalokitesvara on the table, and also felt strange, this Avalokitesvara was coquettish and charming, with strange and charming eyebrows and eye corners, it didn't look like a Bodhisattva at all, but like a vixen wearing Avalokitesvara's robes, pretending to be a ghost.

But this is not enough to make others horrified.

This Guanyin's eyebrows are actually very familiar.

It took Lan Xichen a long time to come back to his senses—isn't this the evil that was locked behind the cold room?

With a shake of the hand, the pen landed on the drawing paper, dragging a long trace on the drawing paper.

The Avalokitesvara moved suddenly, and the bleeding red lips curled up, smiling strangely and wickedly, as if mocking him: "Prudence!"

It's really haunting.

Lan Xichen ran away, wishing to get as far away from that monster as possible. He wandered around Caiyi Town until evening before he dared to go back. Coincidentally, he met Lan Jingyi at the gate of the mountain.

Lan Jingyi was carrying a string of lotus leaf bags, and Lan Xichen asked, "What is this?"

Lan Jingyi was also a child who did not wink, and replied honestly: "This is the sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root flour cake from Yanzilou, which Zun Lianfang wants to eat."

Lan Xichen was furious, and asked, "Isn't he in jail? How can he be so carefree?"

Lan Jingyi knew that she was afraid now, and shrank her neck: "Didn't you say that, Mr. Zewu? You can buy whatever Lianfang Zun wants to eat and use. You can't treat him harshly."

It was only then that Lan Xichen remembered that he had said this.

He treated Jin Guangyao seriously, and Jin Guangyao treated himself seriously with peace of mind, what he should eat and drink, how heartless, how shameless, how heartless.

Tolerable or unbearable.

On the second day, the rockery that was split in half by Lan Xichen suddenly moved out of Jin Guangyao's window and stood among the lush flowers and trees. What about him?

Jin Guangyao sneered at this.

The mat is not enough for him to cut, why bother to poison the stone?

childish.

It was late spring at this time, violets and roses were competing for beauty, orchids and lotus were competing for elegance, and the tea plants were also voluptuous and pretentious. Jin Guangyao was lying by the window, watching with his chin in his hands, letting his wanton thoughts grow wildly.

These vulgar, vulgar and beautiful women are not as good as Lan Xichen's one toe.

I still remember that in the midsummer of that year, he went to the mountains to avoid the summer heat. After bathing, he stepped out of the deep pool. He was not wearing boots, and his white jade-like feet stepped on the slippery moss. The pearl-like powder, mixed with the faint fragrance of grass and woods, hooked Jin Guangyao's mind beyond nine days.

Jin Guangyao was so thirsty thinking about it, he was too late to regret it.

It's a pity, it's a pity, why did you take care of that face back then, and didn't deal with Mr. Lan?

In the past, whenever Jin Guangyao had such thoughts, he felt abrupt about the moon.

now--

snort!

I am abrupt in my sleep at night, and I am also abrupt in my afternoon nap.

He mostly uses materials for abruptness, not only to be abrupt, but also to let prudence see his abruptness.