【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Lan Xichen went to see Doctor Bai, leaving Jin Guangyao lying stiff on the jade bed alone, his withered body covered by a gold silk embroidered blanket, and on the bright red silk surface, clusters of pale pink peonies resembled the glow of sunset.

This gaudy thing was what Jin Guangyao insisted on, and the gorgeous color could bring out the pale blood on his withered face.

The clusters of flowers and embroidered curtains barely cover the barrenness riddled with holes.

The sinful life is about to come to an end, maybe someone has set off firecrackers in advance to celebrate.

Not maybe, but definitely, those people must be laughing where he can't see.

Jin Guangyao looked at the bed curtains, as if he saw the faces of many people. They looked at him, smiled gloatingly, and sang an elegy for him in advance.

Jin Guangyao wasn't annoyed at all, he laughed with those people, and hummed a sad and dark tune, paying tribute to himself in advance.

There is nothing wrong with being a ghost. Ghosts are not like humans. They are obviously a mass of flesh and blood, but they are divided into different categories. If you open your mouth and shut your mouth, you are dirty and unworthy.

I don't deserve it, don't you deserve it?

It's not worthy, it's not worthy, isn't it worthy?

Thinking of it this way, Jin Guangyao was very pleased, and the elegy also hummed like a folk song of joy.

Lan Ping staggered in, put a plate of bitter concoction on the bedside table, knelt down slowly, his head was lowered, he didn't dare to look at Jin Guangyao, his whole body was almost buried in the ground: "Lian Fang Zun, it's time to drink the medicine."

Jin Guangyao felt guilty towards Lan Ping, and after Lan Ping recovered from his injuries, he called him back to the cold room, and dedicated himself to decocting and delivering medicines for himself. So every time Lan Ping came to deliver the medicine, he always chose the early morning.

At this time, Lan Xichen would go to the elegant room to listen to the family affairs reported by the clansmen, and Lan Ping and Lan Xichen happened to be staggered.

Logically speaking, it should be Lan Ping who waited on Jin Guangyao to drink the medicine. Jin Guangyao still had a bit of self-reliance dignity and insisted on taking the medicine by himself every time. After a long time, Lan Ping got used to it. Walk.

He can't stay for too long, if he speaks a few more words with Jin Guangyao, his disciples will rush him.

Right now, the people on duty in the cold room are trembling, and they all feel that life and death are unpredictable, and it is for his own good not to let Lan Ping stay longer.

As for why life and death are so unpredictable, they couldn't say it, and they felt that Jin Guangyao, a villain with a brilliant record, had come to this end, and it would be anticlimactic if he didn't take his life to be buried with him.

In the sad story of the big man, Chi Yu who was affected by the disaster is often ignored, and the spectators are all staring at the Concubine Yu and the Overlord, and few people care about where the eight thousand Jiangdong children are scattered.

In fact, the Lan family is not all celebrating together at the moment, and there is also a person who is prepared for danger in times of peace, worried that Jin Guangyao will not think about it before he dies, and is afraid that Jin Guangyao will drag Lan Xichen into Abi Hell with his heart of death.

As Jin Guangyao became terminally ill, Yunshen didn't know where things seemed to be calm, but in fact, there was a lot of murder everywhere. Everyone seemed to be doing their part, but their eyes were secretly staring at the person in the cold room. Everyone, including Lan Qiren, was tense. Tightening the string in his heart, everyone was physically and mentally exhausted by accompanying Lan Xichen.

"I don't know how long this day will last?"

"Hurry up, I heard that he has become a paper man, and he is living on his own. I have written the funeral speech, and I will send it up as soon as that evil person dies. You can write it quickly, too." It's just this time, the big day will come as soon as it is said, then you will be late and leave a bad impression on Mr. Zewu."

"Hmph! You are the only one who knows how to be a man! If you are thirsty, you will not drink the stolen spring water, and if you are incessantly hot, you will hate the shade of trees. Why don't I write? Who is holding my hand so that I can't write?"

"A gentleman sees the opportunity, and a wise man knows his fate. I have my way of life, and you have your way of life. Let's go our own way and just don't interfere with each other. But... I don't know if he died, where is his body buried? It can't be true Enter the ancestral grave of my Gusu Lan family!"

"If that's the case, I'll be the first to stop him. He has no morals and no status. What right does he have to enter my Lan family's ancestral grave? It's intolerable for love and discordant with etiquette!"

When Lan Xichen walked through the corridor, he heard two juniors from the Lan family gathered under the shade of a tree, discussing something.

As soon as he heard the word "death", he jumped into a rage, and immediately with a livid face, he floated over silently. When the two juniors talked about their enjoyment, they turned sideways, and immediately looked at Shangze Wujun's cloudy jade face and red eyes. Scared out of his wits, he knelt down without waiting for Lan Xichen to question him.

The man who blatantly said "the first one to stop him" had no arrogance, and buried his head lower than the one who wrote the sacrificial speech.

"Who allowed you to write the funeral? Who said he was going to die?"

Lan Xichen gritted his teeth and asked.

The two juniors didn't dare to respond, and shook like chaff in front of the furious suzerain.

"Burn the sacrifice! Don't let me hear the word 'death' in the future!"

The self-cultivation he had cultivated over the years allowed Lan Xichen to suppress his anger, and he did not take any drastic actions. He said something that was almost unreasonable, and walked away.

Lan Xichen was walking in the light rain in early autumn, everyone who met him was intimidated by his cold face, and avoided him like a monster.

Lan Xichen angrily smashed the warm and jade-like shell to pieces.

Almost no one in this world blesses his love, let alone understands his love, so why should he show favor to this malicious world?

Break up and smash all the falsehoods.

He felt great pleasure, but also felt infinite sorrow.

Even Jin Guangyao wanted to sing an elegy for their love.

Lan Xichen returned to the cold room, went to the inner room, did not go in immediately, but stood silently outside, peeping at Jin Guangyao's every move through the green screened window.

Jin Guangyao lay dying for a while, and then sat up with his thin arms propped up. He was so thin that Lan Xichen's white silk underwear was hanging loosely on his body, and he was lonely and thin, as if he had just appeared at this time. A slightly bigger movement will cause the soul to fly away.

Panting heavily, Jin Guangyao tremblingly picked up the medicine on the bedside, Lan Xichen's heart was also held up by that hand, he held his breath, and muttered: "It's not good if the medicine is cold, drink it quickly."

The next moment, Jin Guangyao lifted the scarlet splendor, got out of bed with difficulty, stepped on the cold floor tiles, walked to the window, opened the window, closed his eyes, bathed in the drizzle, flipped his hand, and took a bowl of medicine The juice watered the Su Xinlan outside the window.

Lan Xichen's heart was also overturned by that hand, and he sank into a dark abyss.

squeak-

There was a harsh opening of the door.

Jin Guangyao was startled, the medicine bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

He kept the gesture of supporting the window sill with one hand, and stood silently, leaving his back only for those who walked in.

However, the sound of footsteps gradually approached, Jin Guangyao's heart was ashamed, and it was hard to argue.

Hands like iron pincers grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to turn around, his lower jaw was strangled and lifted.

Jin Guangyao shuddered with raging flames burning in those moist eyes.

He is still afraid of Lan Xichen, he is afraid when he is being bullied, he is afraid of becoming Lianfang Zun, he is still afraid of becoming the Immortal Governor, and now he is going to die, he is not even afraid of Nie Mingjue's ghost, he is still afraid of Lan Xichen .

It was as if the previous life owed him.

"Why?" Lan Xichen at least gave Jin Guangyao a chance to defend himself.

Jin Guangyao's eyes were cloudy and very gloomy, as if they were covered with burnt ashes.

He really didn't have the strength to torment Lan Xichen, so he gasped and said, "The medicine is bitter, I'm afraid of it, it's too bitter, it's been bitter since I was born, even the taste of candied haws is bitter."

Jin Guangyao cried out in agony, and Lan Xichen was exhausted. The damage caused by this disease was actually more severe than that of the Sun Shooting Symptom, and it drained the energy and spirit of both of them.

When Doctor Bai told him that Jin Guangyao deliberately resisted the treatment, Lan Xichen didn't even think about it and said it was impossible.

How could Jin Guangyao be willing to leave him?

Nie Zhan is unwilling to be lonely even in prison, and has to do everything possible to attract his attention.

Even if he doesn't want Jin Guangyao, it's impossible for Jin Guangyao not to want him.

Lan Xichen had such confidence.

Lan Xichen asked Doctor Bai, "Since you already knew that he was resistant to treatment, why didn't you tell me?"

Doctor Bai sighed: "I'm just a doctor. I just prescribe medicine and don't care about the patient's private affairs. That's overstepping. I didn't want to get involved in the entanglement between the two of you. I also guessed what he was thinking, so I intended to fulfill it. Now it seems that, If you let it go on like this, it is very likely that you will take another life, this evil, I can't do it."

"What's on his mind? If you let him die, you will fulfill him?"

"It's not to fulfill him, but to fulfill you. Letting go is also a kind of fulfillment."

"Fulfill me?" Lan Xichen was taken aback.

"Yes, I will help you." Doctor Bai looked at Lan Xichen with pitiful eyes, "Few people in this world think that your love should be deserved, even old Mr. Lan is willing to let you go, just because he loves you as a nephew. Son, he doesn't think you are right to love him. You are such a smart person, don't you feel it? Everyone except you is looking forward to his death, even himself."

Lan Xichen was struck by lightning.

Doctor Bai couldn't bear to close his eyes, so he simply finished speaking: "He is pestering you to do something wrong, and he is ready to die. Your indulgence to him is his meal. He is lingering on the sick bed, and you can only Staying with him in the dark cloud, facing a half-dead body in pain and anxiety, if it goes on for a long time, no matter how deep the feelings are, it will be wiped out, it is better to die early and give you a happy time."

Lan Xichen didn't want to believe it at first, but seeing Jin Guangyao pour the medicine with his own eyes, he had no choice but to believe it.

It's no wonder that Jin Guangyao's body deteriorated so quickly. It turns out that from the very beginning, he never wanted to grow old with him.

"You lied to me again." Lan Xichen's teeth were itching with hatred, and he couldn't help it. He opened his mouth and bit down on Jin Guangyao's shoulder. The skin and flesh almost pierced into the bone.

Jin Guangyao was so weak that he was numb to pain. Lan Xichen bit him until his clothes were stained red, but he didn't react much. Instead, he joked, "Jun Zewu, are you going to eat me?"

Lan Xichen was furious over it.

Jin Guangyao is not afraid of death, even him, how can he bear it?

The whole world will oppose him, and the whole world will refuse to fulfill him.

Lan Xichen had eaten enough, vented his anger, and just let go of Jin Guangyao. Jin Guangyao had no support, couldn't stand upright, and slowly slid down against the cold wall. The blood rubbed onto the white wall, leaving a trail Long bloodstains.

Half of Lan Xichen's face was covered in blood, Jin Guangyao's blood.

He licked his lips and aftertaste for a while, he felt that the taste was a bit sweet, sweeter than the candied haws.

It is strange that the blood of a person soaked in bitter water is sweet.

why?It must be because he likes sweets.

That's why evil was born to feed him. From the moment we met, every move I made was to deliberately seduce him. Even smiling at him was different from smiling at others. Those dark eyes were always staring at him. , not dignified at all.

Lan Xichen justified himself in this way, and felt that it was reasonable.

Obviously he was the one who seduced him first, and now he is tired, so he wants to let go and leave.

Absolutely no such reason!

Lan Xichen wiped the blood on his cheek with his snow sleeve, looked at Jin Guangyao who was like a puppet, and slowly pulled out Shuoyue.

He knelt down in front of Jin Guangyao and asked, "Are you really going?"

Jin Guangyao's eyes were empty, he let out a sleepy "Yeah", and asked weakly, "What can you do to me?"

A silver light flashed in front of his eyes, Jin Guangyao blinked, and became a little angry: "Do you want to give me a good time?"

He lacked a relief, and Lan Xichen also lacked a relief.

The days of co-existing and strangling each other will come to an end, and he has never been Lan Xichen's final refuge.

With a cold hand, Shuoyue's sword hilt was already in the palm of his hand, Lan Xichen held his hand, raised the beautiful long sword, the blade was raised, but it didn't bring an end to his decayed body.

laugh.

Warm blood flowed down the sword, staining Jin Guangyao's hand. Jin Guangyao was startled and sat upright. With strength from nowhere, he swung the sword away.

When Shuoyue fell to the ground, the sword trembled and let out a howl, like a wounded animal whimpering in pain.

But it's too late.

A blood peony bloomed on Lan Xichen's chest.