【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Jin Guangyao panicked, and clumsily covered the blood peony with his bare hands, but he couldn't stop the blood oozing out, covering his entire chest.

Lan Xichen let the blood flow like a fountain, and stared at Jin Guangyao, his eyes revealed an unusually ruthless meaning. He took off that layer of beauty skin, revealing the three ferocious corpses. Even if he was injured, he could still bite He ate Jin Guangyao, chewed it into pieces, and swallowed him with his soul.

Jin Guangyao didn't want to die now, he didn't have the skills to save Lan Xichen, so he wanted to call for someone to come, but before the sound came out of his throat, he was blocked back.

Lan Xichen kissed him again.

Jin Guangyao had the illusion that he was catching a dragon with his bare hands, but he was at the end of his life, and he didn't have the ability to subdue a dragon. Unfortunately, he was bitten by a dragon instead, and he really became a fresh fish.

This is a bloody kiss, not gentle and lingering at all, but like a fight on the battlefield.

Jin Guangyao suffered another crushing defeat, as he has done countless times in the past.

Lan Xichen doesn't play rogues easily, but when Lan Xichen plays rogues, Jin Guangyao has no choice but to be a swordsman, and I am a fish.

After the fight was over, his dry, thin lips were dripping with blood, as if rouge had been applied. Jin Guangyao's cheeks were sunken, his face was as white as paper, and his eyes were full of ghostly spirits. It was only thanks to Lan Xichen's breath of yang that he managed to look human.

Lan Xichen was in very good health, and he was as imposing as a rainbow when he was hit by a sword in the chest, and he had the posture of becoming more and more courageous as he fought. He put his claws on Jin Guangyao's neck and nailed him firmly to the wall. Resentment: "You really hate me so much?"

Jin Guangyao is at the end of the road, so why isn't Lan Xichen at the end of the road?

"I didn't...hate you." Jin Guangyao coughed, took a long time to find his tongue, and answered vaguely.

He held on to his tired spirit and told himself that he couldn't fall down at this time. When he fell down, he didn't know what the love in front of him would do to his ancestors. Then he went down to the underworld, but he didn't have the face to see Mr. Qingheng husband and wife.

He wanted to be Jieyu, so why did he end up becoming Zhao Feiyan after so much trouble?

"Then why would you rather die than abandon me?" Lan Xichen started making trouble out of no reason.

Jin Guangyao was stunned, his mind was muddled by Lan Xichen's thoughts, he stroked his fingers, and realized that Lan Xichen was kidnapping him morally.

Jin Guangyao had no way to go to heaven, and had no way to die, so he could only be stuck in the human world. For no reason, he developed a three-point hatred for Lan Xichen, and replied coolly: "You are a dignified man of eight feet, and you are still the master of a sect. You have no evil. Can't you live? It's too underestimated."

"You're going to die, so why care about what others think?" Lan Xichen said lightly.

He picked up the sword and laid it across Jin Guangyao's neck, the cold blade touched Jin Guangyao's skin, Jin Guangyao trembled from the cold, as long as Lan Xichen turned his wrist, he would be free.

"Since you don't want to live, I won't force you." Lan Xichen's voice was still so tender, but the words he said were extremely vicious: "I will kill you first, and then I will kill myself. For Lian Lizhi, this is not bad."

His eyes were piercing, and it didn't seem like angry words at all, but a decision made after careful consideration.

Jin Guangyao flicked the spine of the sword with his fingers, and smiled crookedly: "Why didn't you realize that you are so fierce before? Don't be like this, I'm not a fun thing, I can't bear this kind of chastity."

With a force in his hand, he slowly and firmly pushed the sword away.

He was cowardly.

A rogue can't play prudishly, and even crazy is crazy but prudish.

This life is destined to be crushed to death.

Blaming him for being prudish, hating him for not letting go, angry at him for being too slow, and hating him, I really want to kill him with thousands of knives, but I can't bear him to die, not only can't I hate him to die, whoever dares to scold him, spit As soon as he took a bite, Jin Guangyao immediately picked up the hatchet and chopped him up.

Jin Guangyao stared at Lan Xichen's messy front with tears in his eyes, and said with a groan, "I'm not going to die, so you aren't going to die either."

Lan Xichen has always been better than Jin Guangyao in doing things, and he has been proud of it for the past thirty years, and he will never give up until he fails to achieve his goal.

He stared at Jin Guangyao, desperately asking for an attitude from the other party. Jin Guangyao was so stared at him that he had nothing to do, so he raised his hands in surrender, leaned over, threw himself into Lan Xichen's arms, and said as if resigned: "Second brother, I was wrong. .”

Only then did Lan Xichen let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"My mother was able to live back then." Jin Guangyao's eyelids were heavy, and Lan Xichen's voice hovered above his head, like a requiem, soothing his helpless soul, "After she passed away, we packed up her belongings, A lot of medicine dregs were found under the pot, so I knew about her last days, she refused to take medicine at all, and always secretly poured medicine into the flower pot, but no one noticed. If she found out earlier, could she not leave? "

Jin Guangyao gradually fell asleep, Lan Xichen hugged him and sat on the cold ground, as if confiding to Jin Guangyao, and as if talking to himself: "If my father let her go, would she still be alive?" ?”

Lan Xichen never told anyone that he once hated his father, he hated his father for being weak and gentle, with two heads and two heads, hesitating and swaying.

Knowing that he couldn't give her happiness, he still wanted to marry her. After marrying her, he refused to treat her well.

Since you love her so much, when she leaves alone, why don't you go with her?

Thousands of reasons, all kinds of difficulties, after all, it is nothing more than not enough love.

Lan Xichen walked out of the cold room covered in blood. Everyone was stunned. No one had ever seen Lan Xichen covered in blood. Even when the battle for shooting the sun was in full swing, Lan Xichen looked graceful every time he showed his face It's like going to a flower feast.

Looking back and thinking about it, Jin Zixuan's name of peacock was a bit exaggerated. At least Jin Zixuan didn't go into battle in white clothes to kill the enemy, and he was relatively low-key.

The disciples were amazed that Jin Guangyao was half dead, yet he still had the strength to stab Lan Xichen.

When Lan Xichen said that he stabbed him, the whole Yunshen seemed to have been warmed by a dog, rumors spread all over the place, and the dormant clan elders gathered again.

It was very late at night, Lan Qiren's house was brightly lit, and there were many figures of people, the clan elders were talking non-stop around Lan Qiren, which almost melted Lan Qiren's ears.

The clan elders all said that Lan Xichen must be crazy, either he was infected by Jin Guangyao, or he was driven crazy by Jin Guangyao. Jin Guangyao would fight to the death and die with Lan Xichen.

Facing the faces full of righteous indignation, Lan Qiren was helpless and exhausted, and his back, which had been straight the night the Library Pavilion was burned, slumped.

"Everyone, Yunshen doesn't know where you can't make noise at night, have you all forgotten?"

Just as they were arguing, Lan Xichen rushed in, and everyone fell silent, looking at the proud son of the Gusu Lan family with strange eyes.

In the past, he was a proud son, but now he is a madman.

No one expected that Lan Xichen would come uninvited.

Lan Zhuo mixed in the crowd, and as soon as he caught Lan Xichen's sight, he turned his face away, his eyes flickering.

After several months of retreat, his whole body was visibly reduced, his cheekbones were protruding, and he looked very haggard.

Jin Guangyao knew how to destroy a person so well. With an insignificant little girl, he completely wiped out the spirit of a respected and respected celestial figure.

Lan Xichen strolled over, the clan elders made a way out, he walked over without looking aside, turned around neatly, and sat down generously at the main seat, before the clan elders could speak, Lan Xichen laughed Question: "Uncles, have you written your funeral speech?"

Everyone was stunned by his question, and they were all embarrassed and silent.

Lan Xichen stroked the wound on his heart, and felt that it was numb, and said to himself, "Since you wrote his funeral speech, why not write another copy for me, so you can be prepared."

Lan Qiren's expression changed, he stood up and asked, "Xichen, do you know what you're talking about? Do you still have any reason?"

"Of course there is." Lan Xichen was sitting upright, still so cool and gentle, with a handsome demeanor, no madness at all, and his voice was very peaceful: "If I am irrational, why would I be sitting here?"

"Since you are sensible, why did you curse yourself?" Lan Qiren was heartbroken.

"Then what about them?" Lan Xichen raised his cold eyes and looked around at a group of elders who had watched him grow up. "Why do they curse him behind his back?"

As soon as this important sentence was said, Lan Chong, who has always been moderate, couldn't stay moderate. He stood up and said, "He has fallen into today's end, and he has done it on his own. If a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, why are you so persistent? Consuming it like this will only drag you down, harming others and yourself."

"Who did I harm?" Lan Xichen asked.

Everyone fell silent again.

Lan Xi pressed the back of the chair with her palm, asked herself and answered: "I have harmed no one in the past two years, and he has harmed no one. We just want to be together well. Can you not tolerate it? He used to treat Gusu Isn't Lan's support enough to buy a corner?"

"Naturally." Lan Chong replied sarcastically, and tried to cover up his excuse: "No one has come to the cold room to trouble him recently, isn't everyone living in peace?"

Lan Zhuo glanced at Lan Chong, secretly hating him for being weak, and when Lan Xichen changed his face, Lan Chong retreated, so he was so courageous.

It's really a rebellion by scholars, and it won't work for three years.

However, Lan Xichen had something to do with him, so he couldn't make a sound, so he could only stare blankly, watching Lan Chong retreat steadily under the pressure of Lan Huan.

"Then what are you all doing together?" Lan Xichen tilted his body and leaned against the armrest, his demeanor suddenly relaxed, but his words were terrifying: "You want to force the palace again?"

Lan Chong took a step back in fright, and hurriedly said, "Xichen, what are you talking about? We just want to ask about your injuries."

"You all have seen how my injury is." Lan Xichen rested his chin and said casually, "It's just a flesh injury. It's not a serious problem. It's not worth the trouble. You don't have to worry about it, uncles. If it's because of me that I delay my cultivation, that's my fault." sin."

These clan elders gathered at Lan Qiren's place in the middle of the night. They originally wanted to persuade Lan Qiren. Everyone worked together to put Lan Xichen under house arrest. They would release Lan Xichen after Jin Guangyao died. Before getting to the point, Lan Xichen came here uninvited and broke their minds.

Since the opportunity has been taken, the remaining thoughts can only be aborted.

Lan Xichen stood up, flicked his sleeves, turned his back to the crowd, and lightly issued the order to chase away guests: "It's getting late, everyone, please go back and rest."

The people left one by one, leaving Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren's uncle and nephew alone.

Lan Xichen added sesame oil to the ever-burning lamp: "Does Uncle really want to force me with them?"

Lan Qiren felt sour in his heart: "You still care about my position?"

The silhouette of Lan Xichen swayed on Lan Xichen's handsome face, and Lan Qiren couldn't see what he was thinking. He only heard Lan Xichen say, "Uncle, I stopped the letter you wrote to Wangji."

Lan Qiren was astonished and asked, "Why?"

Lan Xichen turned around and said, "He doesn't get sand in his eyes, and he might be instigated to stand against me. Do you want to see the brothers fight against each other? Calling him back at this time will only make the situation more chaotic."

Lan Qiren sat down dejectedly: "Xichen, how did you become like this?"

"I've always been like this." Lan Xichen walked slowly to the door, "Of course not all of the things I said to Nie Huaisang were true, but they weren't all false either. My father and I are different. Yes, at least I'm more of a man than he is."

He pushed open the door, and Pianran's white clothes quickly disappeared into the wind.

Under the cornices, the tinkling of the iron horse swayed, the tone was desolate, and the orange light projected from the window lattice, sprinkled on the white stone corridor, forming a reddish pattern.

The sound of the watch sounded, and a black shadow suddenly swayed across the window, and it disappeared in a flash.

Lan Xichen returned to the cold room, Jin Guangyao was wearing a big cloak, sitting against the wall, his lacquered pupils were originally a pool of stagnant water, but when he saw Lan Xichen, he immediately regained his spirit.

He climbed to the head of the bed, picked up a bowl of medicine with both hands, and said obediently, "I'll take the medicine."

Lan Xichen stretched out his hand, "I'll feed you."

When Jin Guangyao heard that he was about to give medicine, his pale face flushed, and he shook his head: "I'll do it myself, I'll get bored after one bite."

Lan Xichen scowled, "I'll feed you."

Jin Guangyao had no choice but to hesitantly pass the medicine bowl to Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen sat down and took a sip of the medicine without taking a spoon. Then he held the back of Jin Guangyao's head and pressed it towards himself, breathing Feed the medicine into Jin Guangyao's mouth.

The bitter medicinal juice lingered in his mouth first, and then entered his mouth, mouthful after mouthful, when the bowl of medicine was drained, both of them felt bitter in their mouths.

Lan Xichen took out his handkerchief and wiped the remaining medicinal juice on Jin Guangyao's lips. Jin Guangyao protested softly, "Don't do this every time. Don't let two people suffer for one person's crime."

Lan Xichen raised Jin Guangyao's hand, kissed the back of his hand, and said very seriously, "I am willing."

ten days later.

Lan Wangji led the little donkey, and Wei Wuxian sat on the little donkey. The two of them, one donkey, walked slowly on the ancient path.

Wei Wuxian poked Lan Wangji's back: "We're running out of money, and we have to take orders again."

"En." Lan Wangji nodded.

Wei Ying said, "You really don't know where you are? I heard that Jin Guangyao was dying of illness. Lord Zewu gave porridge in Gusu City for ten days in a row, accumulating merit for Jin Guangyao. He even did such a thing. It can be seen that Zewu How anxious you are."

Lan Wangji frowned slightly: "I won't return for the time being."

Wei Wuxian didn't try to persuade him too much, anyway, he didn't like to stay in the unknown place in Yunshen, where there were too many rules and regulations, it was better to roam around freely.

After walking for a while, a small pavilion appeared in front of them. Seeing that it was getting late, the two planned to rest in the pavilion for the night, so they turned around and walked towards the pavilion. When they got closer, there was a person standing in the pavilion. With his hands facing away from them, Wei WuXian's eyes caught his eyes from his back, and he muttered, "You won't meet someone you know?"

The man heard the movement and turned around.

Seeing this person's face, Wei Ying asked in astonishment, "It's you?"